A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 140 Wind

When Felix returned to the office, it was already late at night, and the windows were blown by the wind to make a "clicking" sound.

He sat in a chair, his eyes gliding over the corner of the table, where there was a stack of photos.

Felix picked up the photo, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at it quietly——Among the seven photos, most of them were Helena alone. She always smiled quietly, but from different angles.

There is only a photo with him, what did he say at that time, Helena showed a funny expression, and in the photo she had an obvious gesture of covering her mouth.

Felix's fingers ran over the photo, turning her hair burgundy, and he put the photo in the ring.

"Good trip, Helena."

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The next morning, there was a strong wind blowing at Hogwarts, Felix was woken up early, he walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas, the office was very dimly lit, and it was pitch black outside.

The windows creaked unbearably under the raging wind.

Felix snapped his fingers, and the window seemed to become a whole. The sound suddenly weakened, but he couldn't help the sound of the strong wind hitting the castle wall.

Through the window, the branches of the trees in the distance can be seen faintly swaying.

"I don't want to think at all in this weather." He muttered, lazily curled up on the sofa.

Felix hooked his fingers, and the suitcase in the corner popped open, and boxes of films floated in mid-air past his eyes, "Tsk! I've seen them all."

"I remember a very famous series of movies. I don't know if it has been released. What is it called?"

"The Nagini legend?"

Felix shook his head and summoned a book of fairy tales "Kampa's Adventures" from the cabinet by the wall-one of his Christmas presents.

The protagonist of the story is named Ronin Campa, a ten-year-old preparatory little wizard.

His parents are both employees of the Ministry of Magic. They are usually very busy at work and often entrust their neighbors to take care of him, but he doesn't like the neighbor's cat and sneaks out.

Campa originally wanted to go shopping in Diagon Alley, but he strayed into Knockturn Alley and was taken away by the black witch with apparition.

But fortunately, the witty Campa used a trick to deceive the witch and escaped smoothly.After that, it is a story of avoiding the hunt of the black witch, making various friends, and trying to return home.

Felix found that if he didn't think much about logic, for example, why the witch had three cats whose names were 'Nate', 'Maxi' and 'Morley', and they always found Campa before the witch, and why Getting chased away by Campa's new fantastic animal friends and all that stuff...it's actually quite interesting.

He watched it with relish, and finished it in less than an hour.

"I don't know if this kind of book is popular among young wizards. I should investigate it. If the response is good, I can refer to it to complete my new book."

"As for the plot..." He glanced at the "Kampa's Adventure" at hand, "A ten-year-old quasi-wizard is sent to a Muggle school by his busy parents to live, study and make friends in an unfamiliar environment." s story."

"Well, this quasi-wizard grew up in a magical family and is not familiar with the outside world. With his eyes, readers can see many interesting things."

"It's better to add some dynamic photos."

Felix was making up the plot carelessly, and it was finally dawn.

When Harry woke up, he heard the whistling and whistling wind in his ears. He rubbed his glasses on and looked carefully through the window.

"It's windy, yes, it's already March." He whispered.

Ron was still asleep, today was Sunday, Harry didn't call him, put on his clothes and carried his schoolbag to the common room.

There was still a lot of Quidditch practice in the afternoon, and he had to hurry up and finish his homework.

When he came to the common room, it was empty, only three or two people, but he was not surprised to see Hermione.

She was carving the runes with the carving knife, and from Harry's point of view, she already had a good look. The tip of the light brown carving knife flowed out scorching magic power, leaving burning symbols on the chestnut wood chips one by one.

"How's it going?" Harry asked after she stopped.

Hermione gave him an ambiguous answer: "It's not bad, but I haven't succeeded once."

"Really?" Harry didn't quite understand this sentence: "It looks quite bluffing, it has a sense of mystery of wizards in fairy tales."

"Harry, you are a wizard."

"I'm talking about wizarding legends in the Muggle world." As for Hogwarts, Harry thought about himself who was desperately rushing to do his homework, and it was hard for him to think about whether the gods were mysterious or not.

When Harry was writing his thesis for herbal medicine class, the whistling outside the tower never stopped, interrupting his train of thought several times.This made him very irritable, and he suddenly raised his head and asked expectantly, "Hermione, do you think our herbal medicine class will be canceled if the weather is still like this on Monday?"

Hermione said: "I think - you might as well expect today's training to be cancelled, and I'm curious as to how the mandrake got into someone's pot, Professor Sprout said, in about a few days , I don't want to miss it."

During the last herb class last week, a few mandrakes had a boisterous, rowdy dance in Greenhouse Three, much to the delight of Professor Sprout.

"We know they're fully ripe when they want to move into someone else's pot," said Professor Sprout emotionally, "and then we can make that poor little wizard in the hospital ward and Filch's The cats are alive."

Harry muttered: "Wood will definitely not cancel the training. I have confidence in him in this regard."

When Ron got up, the three of them packed their things and went to the auditorium for breakfast.

Ron pointed to the long table at Ravenclaw House and said, "They don't look very interested."

Harry said uncertainly: "Maybe the ghosts from their college disappeared?" He thought for a while, although he didn't have a good time at Nick's 500th anniversary party, but if Nick suddenly disappeared, he would definitely feel sorry for him. so sad.

Just then, a silver figure rushed into the auditorium and smashed the Slytherin students with a stack of chalk stubs.

He laughed loudly, and before anyone could react, he disappeared suddenly.

The three of them stared dumbfounded, and for a long time Ron said, "Merlin, is Peeves left alone?"

Everyone knows that only Bloody Baron and Dumbledore can control Peeves, and he only maintains limited respect when facing the professor.

"However, I think it's not bad." Ron looked at the embarrassed little Slytherin wizard, especially when there was Malfoy in it, and happily inserted a piece of bacon.

Hermione said worriedly: "Now Peeves is targeting Slytherin, and it won't be so after a while."

"That's the worst luck for Slytherins," said Ron optimistically.

(End of this chapter)