A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Christmas came on schedule.

The school was deserted, no one was there. Felix believes that the latest situation is published in the newspaper every day, which reminds the students from the side that there is a dark devil lurking outside the peaceful campus. So they are more and more eager to be reunited with their families during the Christmas season.

"It's not that bad actually," Professor McGonagall said. "During the last war, people always felt precarious, and decisions were made quickly."

"for example?"

"For example, getting married as soon as they graduate, and young couples eloping abroad together... It's not uncommon." Professor McGonagall's tone was somewhat disapproving.

Two seats away, astronomy professor Sinista was describing in detail a spectacular solar eclipse she had seen, and Trelawney, who had been silent, looked at her thoughtfully: "I watched it with my celestial eye last summer. There is a strange shadow on Jupiter, which may correspond to what is happening now... I really regret not giving an early warning, but I was infected with a cold..."

The hints in her words were too obvious, and everyone else at the table saluted her.

Professor Sinista asked with interest: "Are you talking about the astronomical spectacle of the comet hitting Jupiter? I observed it from beginning to end. It was a big bang at first, and then a huge dark dust cloud spread out, which lasted for several times. moon."

Trelawney clutched at the necklace with beads around her neck, "Well... we may not be talking about the same thing, you know... having a third eye is different from what a normal person sees..."

Felix looked sideways, then turned his head resolutely.

"Okay," said Professor Sinista, smacking his lips, digging into the beef patties on his plate. Dumbledore also looked back and rejoined the conversation between Professor Bubage and Professor Sprout, "I can't wait to see what's going on, Carey. I have to say that this kind of research is very interesting, the point is No risk yet..."

"Yes, Pomona helped me a lot," said Professor Boubaji, burping. Professor Sprout smiled and poured her a glass of wine.

"Where's Sirius?" Professor Flitwick looked around.

"He went home for the holidays, with his godson," Felix said.

"You mean Potter... oh, I'm having a hard time connecting him with the word 'father', maybe he's impressed me too much... but I gotta say, he's a qualified It's much better than I expected." Professor Flitwick sniffed emotionally, so he didn't hear Snape's disdainful snort.

Felix thought about it, whether it was the school performance he heard from the fat lady, or the more dazzling 'the first Death Eater, the first prison escape from Azkaban', they were all better than the title of Professor Black. high presence...

But Sirius is also very stable now.

The cold wind was howling, and the fire was burning in Black's old house.

Sirius, who had just been praised by Felix for his steadiness in his heart, was scolding him at the moment, Mrs. Weasley put on her waist, and her stout figure burst out with huge energy: "Leave without a word! Missing! You! Do you know how worried we are, thinking that you were taken away by You-Know-Who, it's not bad," she said angrily, "You're still taking Harry with you?"

Sirius leaned listlessly on the sofa, dangling his right hand out of Mrs. Weasley's sight, fiddling with a Muggle pawn hidden in a crevice in the stone. Harry didn't dare to breathe. Mrs. Weasley shouted for half an hour. Ginny, Ron, Lupin, and Tonks all appeared at the door, but no one had the courage to stop Mrs. Weasley, who was still angry.

It wasn't until Mr. Weasley returned that she remembered that the beef was still stewing in the pot and hurried to the kitchen.

"Please do something serious, too," she called to Ginny and Ron, who were standing at the head of the stairs. Sirius, who had a downcast expression just now, stopped what he was doing and pricked up his ears. When the footsteps disappeared, he jumped up from the sofa and made a face downstairs. Ginny looked stunned.

"Don't listen to her, Harry, a man has to take a little risk... not to mention I stepped on it beforehand." He winked at Harry, and went upstairs.

Ron repeatedly confirmed that his mother had really left, leaned over to Harry and asked, "Where have you been?"

"Go to the grave," Harry whispered between his teeth.

Ron opened his mouth and finally patted Harry silently on the shoulder, "Don't think about that, I'll show you something good. Ginny asked Tonks about a lot of Auror training programs while you were away. We think Some of them could be used as a front-line lookout station..."

Harry looked up with interest. "I'll go and see - before dinner, is it in Ginny's room?" He looked towards the stairs, and Ginny had disappeared for some time.

After a few steps, Ron was looking at him oddly.

"I warn you...if you're going to do anything to Ginny, I won't allow—" he whispered, as if he had been framing the words in his head for a long time.

Harry was dumbfounded, "How could—"

The conversation between them was interrupted unexpectedly, and Mrs. Weasley stuck her head out of the door. "It's dinner, kids, wash your hands. Where's Ginny?"

Harry and Ron shrank their necks at the same time, forgetting the previous topic. "Didn't she come for you?" Ron muttered.

"Every one of them makes people worry..." Mrs. Weasley's voice gradually faded away.

Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy sat at the well-decorated dining table, the fire blazing in the ornate gold-gilded fireplace, clinking silver plates.

"Draco, pay attention to your manners." Narcissa said, "If you're done eating, you can go under the Christmas tree to have a look. While you're taking a nap, some elders have brought gifts."

Draco licked his lips, sat upright, looked at Lucius and said, "I-I have something to tell you."

"Is it a school thing?" Lucius put down his fork slowly, wiped his mouth, and picked up the goblet without hesitation.

"No," Draco said breathlessly.

"What is that?" Mrs. Malfoy looked at her son in confusion. She's fair-skinned, but her cheekbones are slightly high, which makes her look mean at first glance.

Draco didn't answer his mother's question. He looked at Lucius and muttered, "Dad, I want to talk to you alone...a conversation between men."

Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other oddly. "So, do you think you can take responsibility?" Lucius put down the glass, wiped his mouth with the white flannel again, leaned back on the back of the chair, and stared straight at his son.

"Draco..." Narcissa's voice carried a bright warning.

"I think so," Draco said stubbornly.

"Fine, fine," said Lucius in a low voice. "Follow me." Draco jumped up from his chair quickly. "Take your wand," said Lucius coldly. The expression on Draco's face stiffened.

...

The next day, the weather was fine and Felix arrived at Diagon Alley early.

"These are...?" Lupin watched in amazement as he took out a roll of parchment.

"A proposal, and some Squib documentation," Felix explained. "Some of the addresses may be old, and it doesn't matter if you can't find anyone."

Lupin unfolded the plan first, his lips wriggled, and he read the dark green handwriting, his expression gradually became serious, "The exclusive wand that can make the Squib cast spells, the principle is the frequency of magic... Everyone is different?"

"That's right. The so-called magic frequency is actually an accurate measurement of the magic fluctuation. Each wizard has subtle differences in magic, which is our unique feature. In theory, you can accurately identify the magician by the magic frequency... …”

"Actually?" Lupin asked tactfully.

"The actual situation is more complicated. If you have strong enough control over the magic power and conceal it...you can completely change the frequency of your magic power." Felix said in an unpredictable tone: "But it must be admitted that, The process is difficult...very difficult..."

That's why Felix can create his own wand. Because this wand can only recognize certain magic powers. It is entirely by luck that outsiders want to imitate, and there will be no results if they try tens of thousands of times.

Lupin looked at Felix, always feeling the smile was rather sly. He lowered his head and continued to read the plan. "Yesterday Sirius took Harry to Godric's Hollow." He said while reading.

"Aren't you in trouble?" Felix said, referring to Voldemort, who no one knew where Voldemort was hiding.

"No, they go back quickly, they didn't stay for too long." Lupin said with a smile: "Although Molly still scolded him, I think this is a lesson he should have learned... This plan doesn't have to be rushed. ?"

Felix nodded slightly, "Let's start with the people who settled in the magic world, don't make too much fanfare."

Lupin thought about it for a while, "Felix, you don't have to focus on the Squib. Some wizards...their spellcasting abilities are actually terrible."

"You mean—"

"We can advertise in the newspapers, correspondence courses like 'Quick Mantras'." Lupin showed an expression of recollection: "I lived on this job for a while, and it was an easy life, every day as long as It’s good to write and write letters, and only occasionally do guests come to the door. My teaching ability was also developed at that time... Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.”

This topic came to an abrupt end, and Felix estimated that the content behind it would not be too good.

Lupin took out his quill and tilted his head to ponder the advertisement, his serious look made Felix unable to bear to disturb him. He wandered around Lupin's office, mentally analyzing his position on the Squib.

According to Felix's expectation, after all the dust settles and the wizarding world is made public, the two sides will inevitably enter into substantive exchanges. But this kind of communication is definitely not completely open and unrestricted, and there will be no wizards flying all over the sky.

At this time, someone needs to travel back and forth between the wizarding society and the Muggle society.

It is best to have a relationship with both parties in order to serve as a bridge of communication, but bridges are different from bridges. In Felix's mind, young wizards from Muggle families - including purebloods willing to set foot on new wizarding ships - represent the backbone of the wizarding world of the future, but they will basically remain in the wizarding world in the end.

They are unlikely to serve as direct external windows to the outside world of the wizarding world. That would undoubtedly be a waste.

However, in the early stage of opening up, it is necessary to set up some 'windows for communication between the two sides'. The replacements Felix had in mind were Squibs and relatives of young wizards from Muggle families. These people have known the existence of magic for a long time, and occasionally experience the magic of magic first-hand. At least most of the parents of the little wizards have the experience of accompanying their children to buy books in Diagon Alley.

It is not feasible for them to study magic, but many new occupations will inevitably be born in the new era, and many of them are very suitable for them.

Felix's imagination: First of all, a guided tour is a must. It can guide wizards to science and technology museums, museums...or ordinary people to experience a day trip to the magical world; in addition, there are new era writers who will use the perspective of ordinary people - or the perspective of Squibs, the relatives of wizards Perspective - to describe the knowledge of the magic world and unravel the mystery of magic.

The benefits are obvious: Strangeness is a breeding ground for suspicion, and only understanding can eliminate estrangement.

And of course there are magic merchants. Potions, gourmet food, animated comic strips... These things always have to be run by someone. It is really hard for wizards to do business on a par with each other. They calculate that 1 Galleon is equal to 17 sikes in a lifetime, and 1 sike is equal to 29 nats. , Felix reckons that quite a few wizards can't figure out the decimal system.

But if the parents of the little wizard had the will, Felix would love to see it happen. He was very optimistic about the parents of Justin Finchley, who had been in contact with him...

Felix's only concern is Squib's mentality. He could intuitively feel the ambivalence of desire and hatred from Filch: to him, it didn't matter who ruled the wizarding world, or how many people died in the wizarding war, and the more they died, the happier they were.

The only people Filch could remember were those who helped him, like Ms. Oakbeth. Felix doesn't even know if he's one of them.

Filch reflects the idea of ​​the fringe group of Squibs, which is very representative. Of course, others probably won't be as extreme as Filch.

In most cases, once the children of wizarding families become Squibs, they will be sent to Muggle schools early (Felch didn't go because of the war), and these people will rarely get involved with magic when they grow up. Conflicts arose in the world. Just like Mafalda's father - he married and had children like normal people, and if it wasn't for his daughter being a wizard, he would have pretended that the wizarding world didn't exist all his life.

So Filch is an example, a rather extreme example. After all, not all Squibs have the chance to see hundreds of students jumping around in front of their eyes as soon as they open their eyes.

...

Felix picked up a copy of The Werewolf Code of Conduct from his desk, and he could see that Lupin had been flipping through the book a lot recently, and even the corners were frayed. He opened the book, and the pages were automatically fixed to one of the pages in the middle—"No, Felix!" Lupin shouted in a panic, and he reached out to grab it, only to hit the book in Felix's hand too hard. fly.

A photo fell from a tumbling book of Werewolf Code of Conduct and swirled to the ground. The woman in the photo with her striking pink short hair winked playfully at him.

Felix froze for a moment. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see anything." He turned around, and as expected, he heard a grinding sound, but fortunately Lupin didn't rush over to bite him. After a dozen seconds, he turned around and Lupin Having cleaned the place, he sat breathlessly on the chair.

"Don't say it." After a long while, Lupin buried his face in his hands and said hoarsely.

"I think Tonks is quite—"

"Don't say it!" Lupin said quickly, his chest heaving violently.

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded silently. Everyone has a knot in their hearts... Walking out of the sword castle, Felix took out a sound transmission mirror and said to the people inside: "Give me Greyback."

A disguised, high-pitched voice came across from the opposite, "Oh...he's hiding deep...and maybe not in England right now..."

"Aren't you in England either?" Felix said languidly.

"I don't hang out with him! That guy may be hiding in a cave in a small country! There are a bunch of werewolves around!" the man said angrily.

"Reconciliation requires sincerity, remember? You took the initiative to find me." Felix reminded.

There was a violent gasp in the mirror, as if holding back anger. Felix waited for a while, then calmly said: "Give me over to me, I don't care what you do, if you do it, the grievance between us will be written off. It's tiring to remember your name, Mr. Shafik. "

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