A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts: Five years later

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Five years have passed in a flash, and it is another summer.

"How time flies." Ms. Burns said with a smile on the side of the sofa. Opposite her was Hermione, who had just returned from abroad and finished her two-year observership of the International Pan-Magical Union. She was dressed in formal attire, her hair was pulled back, and she exuded a capable demeanor from head to toe.

"How does it feel to travel the world?" Ms. Burns handed over a cup of tea.

"Great." Hermione grinned, sipping the scalding hot tea and moaning contentedly. Then she sighed and said, "I seem to have used up my lifetime tourist quota. Unless the opportunity is really rare, I plan to stay in China forever."

"This is good news," Ms. Burns said in a grateful tone: "You can come back and continue to be my secretary. When you left, I was in a hurry for a while, with many and complicated things. "

Hermione looked at her puffed up.

"Can I only be a secretary?"

Ms. Burns smiled.

"Oh, you still want to be the Minister of Magic. You are very energetic, little girl, and it can bring me some comfort. In this situation..." Looking at Hermione's puzzled expression, she explained: "Sk Lin Jie is old and probably retired earlier than me, as is Thickness, old Crouch as adviser - he adopted a nephew of a side branch last year, and since then he has made a handful of appearances in the ministry It can be counted; other senior officials are only good at one aspect, such as Ludo Bagman, Phibos Penrose, Arthur Weasley..."

"...Now the requirements for ministers are getting higher and higher. I have to study every day and try to deal with various aspects." She was a little annoyed as she spoke, "A certain guy stays in school and won't come out. Every time he wrote a letter, he was perfunctory."

"You mean the professor?" Hermione asked, pricking up her ears.

"That's him," Ms. Burns said bitterly, then rubbed her forehead lightly, her tone softened, "Actually, I can understand Felix's approach, he seems to deliberately separate himself from the public, just Like Dumbledore after 1945...As the most important deterrent force in this world, his personal face will become blurred. The sword bearer, people call him that."

Hermione nodded slowly, thinking of the experience of the past two years, she had a deeper understanding of Burns' words.

No matter where you go, people are keen to inquire about the professor's private issues, and when she picks and chooses and describes unimportant details of life to them, these people will show complete surprise and surprise, like a myth. into reality. Hermione was impressed by the answer of one of them:

"Are you telling the truth? Mr. Hap sits down to eat with you guys? Don't you feel pressured... and a little wine every now and then? Good at dancing? Geez, I always thought he was a , one--" The fingers gestured in the air for a while, and then there was no more words. The man said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I only saw him on TV and newspapers, and I also kept a magical newspaper, which was a report on the night of the bonfire on the floating island, which has now become a small city It's..."

But Hermione is clear: in the minds of that person—or many people, the name Felix Hemp no longer represents a specific person, but is more similar to an abstract symbol, or a law, As a rule, such impressions become more and more persistent over time.

Five years ago, when the grand sea Christmas bonfire party on the floating island ended, life returned to peace. Since then, the magic world and the non-magic world have contacted and merged in an orderly manner. Although there are occasional twists and turns, there has been no major conflict. occur. All is well. Half a year later, their class graduated from school, Harry and Ron chose to travel, and she plunged headlong into the heavy business of the Ministry of Magic.

There are too many things to figure out.

Politics, economy, culture, law, education, art... yes, there is also art. The first thing Miss Granger did after taking office was to receive international art troupes that flowed to the UK - the source of inspiration for the exhibition Out of the super magic left by Professor Hemp in New York Harbor. Although Hermione had seen related pictures in the newspaper, she had to admit that the angles chosen by those artists were tricky enough. She stopped for a long time in front of a six-meter-long panorama named 'God's Art' overlooking the photo wall, The introduction on the nameplate said that this painting composed of thousands of photos not only included the grand view of the city, but also cleverly stitched together hundreds of details.

There is also the painter's self-report: "If there is a god, he appeared on December 24, 1997, and gently turned the front of the destiny of mankind in one direction."

But Hermione knew that the 'gods' also had their own troubles. For example, correcting student test papers, finalizing the list of the first batch of scientists to land on the floating island, and choosing a full moon gift for a baby for Muggle friends——

Recalling this, Hermione took a sip of her tea, hiding the urge to roll her eyes.

Let her think about what the professor said at the time?

"I'm not very good at this, I've asked Sirius, Remus, and even Harry, but they have no concept of what gifts their first child would like to receive, let alone Said Severus...so help, Miss Granger."

This happened not long after the new year, and all the people who were questioned were very busy, and none of them planned to get married in the near future, especially Harry, who probably looked blank when he was asked—he and Ginny By the end of this year (2003) the wedding will be held.

"Is little Rosalie all right?" Hermione asked.

"Very good," Ms. Burns snorted through her nose, "Sirius often takes her to visit Harry and Lupine, and I have to use the sound transmission mirror to confirm that my husband and Lupin are in the house every day before I leave work. Where's the daughter, to be honest, I'm not used to the house-elf calling me 'Honorable Mistress', and neither is Sirius, but he seems to find it amusing..."

Hermione pursed her lips and chuckled. Rosalie is the female name of Sirius' younger brother Regulus. The first child with Lupine and Tonks was born three years ago, plus Bill and Fleur's one-year-old child. The little guy just happens to be a playmate.

Coming out of the office, Hermione felt relaxed.

Ms. Burns gave her a one-month vacation, "Many people you know and places you are familiar with have changed a lot. Take a walk around and look around, and then come to work energetically. The position of Director of the Assistant Minister's Office is for you. Keep it."

She walked around the Auror office, and the staff along the way expressed surprise and welcome to her return.

This place is divided into many small compartments. The Auror's name and the nature and content of the work in charge are posted on the outside of the compartment. Photos, recent news clippings, etc., can look dizzying and varied.

Hermione quickly located Harry, Ron and Neville by memory, but all three chairs were empty.

"Potter and Weasley have been rotated to the floating island to maintain order, and Longbottom is responsible for investigating a case of smuggling potion materials." The Auror next to her said to her. Like a shrunken Hagrid. "You know, as the list of potions suitable for ordinary people grows longer, smuggling in this area becomes more frequent..."

Hermione nodded slightly. She was well aware of the smuggling issue mentioned by the Aurors. One of the follow-up effects of the 'exercise' event.

There is also Future World Company, whose headquarters moved to the floating island a long time ago, earlier than the relocation of the headquarters of the Federation—now it is the headquarters of the International Pan-Magic Union. Kimbard's retirement and Professor Hype's appointment complete the merger. Over the past few years, the number of people on the island has gradually increased, and the Ministry of Magic of various countries regularly sends Aurors to maintain order on the island.

"Where's Tonks? Oh, she should be on the island too, with Lupine. And Collins?"

"Tonks reported to the ministry half a year ago to apply for permanent residence on the floating island. After all, her family is there. As for Ms. Foley," the bearded Auror showed a comprehensible smile, and he was serious Said: "Let me just describe what happened to you in this way. Weasley didn't need to participate in the routine patrol, but he said a lot at the last party, saying that Collins took the initiative to chase him..."

"Uh." Hermione rubbed her forehead, she could fully imagine what happened afterwards - Ron ran away in a panic, and Collins chased after him with a knife.

She looked past Harry's place (there's a picture of him and Ginny on a broomstick, Ginny in her Holyhead Harpies uniform) and Ron's cubicle with a Looking at two separate photos, the documents on the desktop are scattered, and they seem to be pushed to the corner indiscriminately before leaving to make room for the chessboard in the middle. It was a wizard's chess set, and the pieces jumped around lively. If it weren't for the glass cover like a fish tank, they would probably run out and run around. There is a piece of paper pasted outside the glass cover, which reads: Dangerous goods, do not touch.

A ray of silver light flashed across Hermione's pupils, and she could see the rune symbols densely packed on the chess pieces.

"He wasn't finished before I left," she said with emotion.

"What? Oh!" The bearded Auror said chatteringly, "The famous 'knight' Weasley is from the same origin as the Patronus of Ouroboros that covers the sky on the floating island." The Stag, Longbottom who can enter the dreamland, Malfoy who established the first wizard-Muggle joint hospital, Lovegood who discovered many magical animals in succession...and of course you, Ms. Granger, these years There are so many talented people.”

Then he lowered his voice and said, "You came back just in time. I heard some gossip: Ms. Bones is about to step down as minister. The last few years may be the time for her to look for a new minister..."

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"It's true!" the bearded Auror said quickly, "I heard that Potter will be promoted to the head of the Auror Office soon, Weasley will be transferred to the Muggle Affairs Department, and Longbottom will be in charge of smuggling cases, but it is said He has other plans, the three broomsticks that often appear in Hogsmeade recently..."

"Thank you, Tuttle." Hermione said, "I think it's too early to think about this, Kingsley is an excellent wizard."

"Oh, Kingsley..." the bearded wizard said in a daze, "You are right, he is very suitable in all aspects."

Coming out of the Ministry of Magic, Hermione wandered the streets of London, and magic seemed to take hold in the city, as if it had always been. She opened the door and walked into a bookstore. Dumbledore's loving face was watching her on a separate bookshelf - it was the joint biography of Harry and Elphias Dorge, written on the cover decorated with purple ribbons "Best seller for three consecutive years".

But today in the center is another spellbook, and Hermione is staring at the name on it with a strange face: "Harry Potter", next to the huge poster says it all, Mafalda Pu Witt's youthful face is imprinted on it, smiling brightly.

'Exclusively deciphering the real magical campus life, unveiling a corner of the legendary curtain from the perspective of key figures. The author himself obtained first-hand information (content from grades five to seven) through three years of observation, and also interviewed the parties and witnesses to restore the truth... The first movie of the same name was released on June 25. ’

Hermione was dumbfounded.

Memories of the past emerged in his mind, my God, Mafalda must have been furious that he actually included Harry in the book... I don't know what kind of person I am in the story? She glanced at the calendar next to her, and it happened to be the twenty-fifth today.

She took Dumbledore's biography and "Harry Potter" (she had read the former many times), and moved her fingers, and hesitated to pick up the book signed by Sybill Trelawney, The Lion and the Firebird. She wasn't interested in Trelawney's books, and she didn't wonder why the books of this muttering fortune-teller could be placed in Muggle bookstores majesticly-maybe she occasionally showed the talent of a prophet, thought Hermione.

What really interested her was the recommendation on the book cover:

'Mars has historically been associated with war and conflict. When it comes closer to us, those who are gifted and naturally sensitive are the first to be affected - Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, Tom Riddle (Voldemort), Felix Shaipu, including the author himself-their birth dates all verify this rule. Now that this day comes again, what kind of changes will it bring us? ’

"Mars." Hermione chewed the word, and after a while she said "Pooh", "Old liar."

But she still took the books to the counter to pay, and stuffed the three books into a small beaded bag. The clerk asked very interestedly: "Wizard?" Ask, "I'll give you a 20% discount."

Hermione stared at her in surprise.

"That's right," the shopkeeper said with a smile: "My daughter, Lily likes "The Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard" very much. Can you cast a spell so that she can tell at a glance."

Hermione hesitated and asked, "What does she like?"

"Anything is fine, ma'am." The clerk said immediately: "What little girls like, bowknots, dolls, kittens..."

Hermione bit her lip, and then stretched out her hand. Gradually, a pair of beautiful butterflies were outlined in the air. They flew around in the air and landed on the clerk's hand.

"They are bows when they are not moving, and they can play with your daughter."

"Thank you so much."

"It's nothing, well, do you know the nearest movie theater?"

"Of course! There's one just around the corner."

Hermione thanked her, came out of the bookstore, and followed the direction the clerk pointed her to to find the cinema facing the street. The result was a bit dumbfounded-the winding line from the entrance of the cinema to the back door, these people seem to have come for the first wizard movie. She looked around and walked into an alley while others were not paying attention. In the next second, she appeared a few kilometers away.

After looking for three movie theaters in a row, I found a place with few people.

There was only one person in front of her, wearing a long windbreaker, carrying a small box in his hand, with short black hair, and holding the newspaper of the day in the other hand.

"A 'Harry Potter' movie ticket," the man paused, as if he found it very interesting, "Oh, I've been looking forward to it for many years."

The conductor obviously didn't take the words 'many years' seriously, and asked casually, "Is there any inside information, huh?"

"That's right."

Hermione's eyes widened and her heart beat suddenly faster. She approached the ticket window, but the man had already taken the ticket and left.

She bought the ticket quickly, and couldn't help looking around anxiously during the process, then bent over and sat furtively opposite the man, who was leaning on the sofa chair, reading the newspaper with great interest, and Hermione read it from the newspaper The other side captures words like 'distance from Earth to fire', 'project to the moon', 'new breakthrough in magical science'.

"Uh, cough." She cleared her throat.

After a few seconds, there was no reaction from the other side.

She cleared her throat again, this time making some other sounds, and then she heard a "chirp?" "Didn't finish it? The reading speed needs to be improved." The man said, Hermione could fully imagine the expression on his face when he spoke, and the furry little guy with a flat mouth sticking out of a silver pocket watch on his chest.

She made the cups on the table jingle, which was close to noise.

The person on the other side really noticed—Hermione was jumping for joy, thinking about what to say in the first sentence, a slender and white hand stretched out from behind the newspaper, tapped the table lightly, and then retracted.

Whispering the curse, Hermione gritted her teeth secretly, Professor, you have already been suspected of breaking the law!

Wizards should try to avoid performing magic in public unless given permission - that's up to you.

A silver light flashed in Hermione's eyes. Almost at the same time, an irresistible magical ripple spread from another perspective, and some of the dark environment in the cinema faded, and Hermione choked for breath.

"Granger—oh, Hermione?"

Hermione came back to her senses and saw Felix and Varen looking at her over the newspaper, Felix smiled.

"What a coincidence, you also came here to watch a movie."

The pleasant atmosphere ferments and brews in the air, exuding a wine-like aroma. Hermione's heart was beating faster, and she seemed to have forgotten how to breathe—even during the two years as an observer of the International Pan-Magical Union, the two still kept in touch, with an interval of about two or three months, and occasionally on the floating island We met each other, but Hermione felt like a lifetime away. Counting carefully, they have known each other for a long time, since they heard the mysteries of ancient runes in the office of ancient runes in the second grade, no, it should be earlier——she was in fourth grade, and he was also in fourth grade. The first communication after nine years...

Hermione stroked her hair and said, "Long time no see, Felix."

……

Outside the cinema, people are coming and going on the street. Felix and Hermione came out with the crowd. It was dusk at this moment. It seemed that it had just rained, and even the air was moist. The puddles on the ground reflected the sky mixed with the soft sunset light.

The two stood at the entrance of the cinema, and for a while, neither of them spoke. People watching the movie passed by them, discussing the plot enthusiastically while walking.

"It's really wonderful!"

"But why didn't Felix Hemp appear?"

"He's going to join the job in the second year, haven't you seen the Easter egg at the end of the movie? The person who applied for the job should be him—" the girl suggested, "I heard that many actors recommend themselves, even if the crew says his There are relatively few scenes."

"Gee, I'd rather see his indie movie, he's a legend!"

"What do you think about Bradley Fitzgerald playing Felix Hemp?"

"No!" The girl said fiercely: "His chin is too round, he looks like a blacksmith..."

The two talked and laughed and left.

Hermione pursed her lips in amusement.

"Seriously, I want to see your independent film too."

"You know I don't like it." Felix shook his head slightly, staring at her with light blue eyes and said, "I have rarely shown up in public these past few years, basically staying in school. It is not only due to my personality, but also more realistic The reason: I am too conspicuous, unless I intend to make the magic world my own, otherwise it is better to restrain my edge."

Sharp? Hermione thought of the conversation she had with Ms. Burns during the day, "The sword of Damocles? The sword bearer?"

Felix said with a bit of distress, "People seem to accept this statement easily, and even put me in the position of the second-generation sword bearer without authorization... But compared to other more exaggerated titles, I am more I think it's not bad, and it implies the expectations of the people: whether it is the sword of Damocles or the person holding the sword, they will not show it easily, and it is only for deterrent purposes."

"—But no one can ignore his existence." Hermione smiled brightly, but she quietly set up a language trap in her heart. "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to ask, is Professor McGonagall okay?"

"Minerva is very good, and she occasionally gives public lectures to students; but she is usually busy—" Felix nodded and said, Hermione looked over quickly, with probing eyes in her eyes, she Pressing every step of the way: "It surprised me, I remember she was busy when Headmaster Dumbledore was around."

Felix said uncomfortably, "Well, Miss Granger—"

"Call me Hermione."

"Okay, Hermione," Felix paused for a moment, finding an excuse for his lazy behavior, which was of course the truth. "It's really weird. Maybe there's a way to explain this phenomenon: Minerva is too conscientious, and the slightest sign of a problem will attract her attention, while for me and Dumbledore, well, we I am more willing to observe for a while, so that the problem can be exposed more thoroughly, just like..."

"Like hostesses and hostesses arguing over housework," Hermione went on, "not necessarily that one is more lazy or inattentive than the other, but how they judge 'clean' Different, there is no consensus." After finishing speaking, she stared at him with burning eyes.

Felix was stunned, "This is not a metaphor I thought of, but it is very wise in life."

"It's because you know too little about this." Hermione blurted out. After speaking, her face became hot like the sunset glow in the sky. She lowered her head, only showing a red forehead, and said in a weak mosquito voice: "I only found out by observing my parents, I think..."

Felix looked at her intently, as if looking at a difficult magical puzzle.

"I'm going on a trip." He said suddenly.

"What?"

"Travel." Felix gestured to his suitcase and newspaper with his eyes, "The distance between Mars and Earth has reached the closest during this time, I'm going to go up and have a look." Then he asked in a soft tone: "I remember you said—well, I just came back from the moon at that time—you said that if there is a chance next time, I would also like to go to space to see..." He suddenly felt his mouth a little dry~IndoMTL. com~heartbeat speeding up.

He can control a magic that covers the entire city, but he is helpless about the situation in front of him, and he has no way of knowing the answer in advance. At this time, an irrelevant idea suddenly popped up in my mind: I must master the magic of time.

He pretended to be calm and said:

"...Of course, after such a long time, you may have forgotten that many people had impulsive and fanatical thoughts when they were young, and finally they gradually forgot... But if your thoughts have not changed, you are still willing to If..."

"I do!" cried Hermione, looking up.

"...I want to invite you together."

Silence. Then a strong desire welled up in his heart, and Felix took a big step, embracing Hermione in the afterglow of the setting sun and the brilliant rays of the sun, and their shadows clung to each other tightly. It seems that the whole world has quieted down, and there is a drizzle, and the neon lights become hazy in the rain. For a long time, the two looked at each other, and then laughed together.

Passers-by gave their blessings one after another. They look no different from other lovers, except that the topic of discussion is a little scary——

"How far is Mars... from us?"

"About 60 million kilometers."

"It sounds so far away, there are only two of us——"

"Hey!"

"—Oh, and Valen."

"Actually, it's okay, it's only two days away..."

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