A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 114 The Ministry of Magic

Saturday, February 2, 4:09 am.

Felix, fully dressed, stood in the fireplace, disappearing into the office amidst a bright green flame.

When Felix emerged from the common fireplace, he was in Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is the most famous magical business district in the British wizarding world, where many famous shops, bars, offices and large enterprises gather.

Gringotts, the Leaky Cauldron, the main office of the Daily Prophet, as well as Ollivander, Mrs. Malkin's Robe, Lihen Bookstore, Pharmacy, etc., which are closely related to little wizards, are all here.

But Felix was just passing by. He patted the dust off his body with his top hat, and in the next second, he used Apparition to appear directly in a dark, narrow alley.

When Felix came out of the alley, he was standing on a street that looked deserted, with only a few low, dilapidated-looking office buildings, a bistro, and a dusty antique car.

He walked a certain distance and came to a red telephone booth against the wall—it looked pretty bad, tattered, with large pieces of red paint peeling off, several pieces of glass were broken, and no normal person would have one. Explore the idea.

But Felix walked in. He picked up the microphone hanging crookedly, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, an indifferent woman's voice echoed in the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

Felix said calmly: "Felix Hemp, you are invited to participate in Damocles Belby's award ceremony."

"Thank you," said the woman's indifferent voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot, and it read: FELIX HAPP, EXCEPTIONAL VISIT INVITED.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

Felix pinned the badge to his robe, and his thought at the moment was, is this woman a real person?

But suddenly the floor of the phone booth trembled, and he sank slowly into the ground.For about a minute, the phone booth stopped.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.

The door swung open, and Felix walked out. In front of him was a splendid hall.

He walked on a dark, polished floor, flanked by a row of gilded fireplaces, the way regular members of the Ministry of Magic commute.

It might be the weekend, there are not many people, but there are also wizards in twos and threes who are still busy.A pimple-faced young man walked by with a tottering stack of parchment in his arms.

Felix looked at his back, who seemed to be his acquaintance just now?

Shaking his head, he walked past the fountain in the center of the hall to a table.Behind the desk sat a dirty-shaven wizard in peacock-blue robes.

Above his head is a sign that says "Security Check".

Felix tapped the table with his nails, "Good morning, sir, I'm here to register the wand." The wizard raised his head and put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.

"Come here," said the wizard in a listless tone.

As Felix approached him, the wizard held up a long golden rod, as thin as a car antenna, and with it he swept Felix's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Wand." The security wizard muttered and held out his hand.

Felix flipped his wrist and popped a wand from his sleeve.

The wizard was stunned, "I've seen many Aurors hide their wands like this, are you a rookie Auror?"

"I serve at Hogwarts," Felix said briefly.

"Oh, that's a good job..." The wizard's attitude became more enthusiastic, "My name is Eric Munch, and I'm usually in charge of security checks, and occasionally I also work as a guard."

"Felix, you can call me that."

Erik dropped his wand on a strange looking brass machine that looked like a scale.The machine started to vibrate slightly.

The wizard was in full swing: "What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Kettleburn is retiring, is he still there? His class is really terrible. When I was in school..."

"Mr. Munch," Felix interrupted him, "Professor Kettleburn is still teaching little wizards, and I'm in charge of ancient runes."

As far as he knew, Professor Kettleburn was indeed retiring, but there was a ready replacement - Rubeus Hagrid.

Dumbledore is actively trying to vindicate him and restore his reputation.But it seems that things are not going well, because the murderer who opened the secret room has not been caught, and Felix has already planned to throw the diary out at the right time.

But this matter must be ranked after Dobby.Otherwise, if something goes wrong, he might not see that reckless little elf.

In fact, Dumbledore can solve the matter of restoring his reputation and appointing a professor by himself. He only needs to mention it at a certain festival dinner.But in order for Hagrid to use the wand openly, he must be recognized by the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic has always been a representative of hard-talking.

"Beep!" A narrow strip of parchment spit out quickly from the opening at the bottom of the brass machine, Eric tore it off and read the words on it.

"Thirteen inches, ebony wood, the core is a dragon heartstring, and it has been used for ten years. Is that right?"

"Very accurate," said Felix mildly.

"I'll keep this," said the wizard, poking the parchment into a small brass nail. "You take this back." He grabbed his wand.

"Thank you."

"Wait a minute," Eric stopped with his hand outstretched in the air, and across the table, he carefully looked at the badge on Felix's chest.

He said slowly: "I remember you just mentioned that your name is Felix, Felix Hep? The one who made the [-] duel agreement..."

The tip of Eric Munch's nose turned red, and the wings of his nose expanded excitedly, as if he had seen something remarkable.

"Can you tell me, what did you think at the time? I mean, that's one of the 28 pure bloods! Although I don't like them—I'm a mixed blood, but they have existed for hundreds of years, there are still some Certainly makes sense. But now one of them has left the UK for good, it's such a shame..." he babbled.

Felix stretched out his hand calmly, and the black jade-like magic wand in the wizard's hand flew into his hand with a "swish", "I'm in a hurry, we'll talk again when I have a chance." He nodded at Eric Munch, turned around left.

Felix took the elevator to the second floor. Following the guidance of the house number all the way, he passed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment, and finally found Wei Wei. Sengama Affairs Office.

On the left side of the office, there are two oak doors that open to the inside, looking very heavy.There is a conspicuous sign hanging on the door - living room No. 3.

When Felix approached, a very familiar voice with a drawn-out tone came from inside and said, "The taste of the potion is not important. My personal habit is to increase the amount of aconitum..."

(End of this chapter)