A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 182 Phineas Black's Commission
Felix walked out of the LCA building. It was already noon. He stopped by Xiaohongshu Book Company. To his surprise, his sample book "Magic" in the Muggle World had been completed.

'The efficiency is really fast, I don't have to worry about it at all. '

As a serious popular science book, this book is in the same line as his first two Muggle studies monographs, and is expected to become a series.

At least that's what the elegant lady in the purple dress told him.

Felix also specifically asked about things that he hadn't paid attention to before, such as how his books got out of the UK and sold all over the world.

From her answer, Felix understood that there are two ways to spread the book around the world.One is to obtain the recommendation of the Ministry of Magic of the country, but this method is limited in number and may be resisted by some countries because it is an official action; the other method is to become a member of the International Federation of Wizarding Publishers.

The International Federation of Wizarding Publishers is a relatively loose international wizarding organization. Its members are top publishers from different countries. It holds gatherings in March and September every year to screen out some valuable books.

These lucky books will be brought to magic bookstores in different countries for sale.

And Felix enjoyed this benefit without knowing it.For this, he expressed his thanks again.

"Your book is good enough, Mr. Hype. It's a win-win for us."

……

Felix returned to school, and many professors came back.Professor McGonagall and Flitwick decorated the Great Hall, and they were in a very happy mood, and Professor McGonagall even hummed a little tune.

The tall and burly Hagrid walked in carrying two three-meter-long foreign pine trees. Flitwick waved his wand gracefully, making them stand in a corner of the auditorium, hung with colorful paper tapes.

"Felix," Hagrid greeted gruffly.

"How's the preparation going, Hagrid?" Felix asked.

Hagrid said heartily: "It went well. I went to the library to check a lot of information. I deliberately searched through the new books on the market. I dare say that the textbooks I chose are absolutely interesting."

"I remember that the textbook for this course has always been "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?"

"Ah, that's the textbook for the senior grades. I made a new attempt in the third grade... You told me that innovation needs to find a test product, and if it succeeds, it will be promoted to the whole group."

"I'm looking forward to it, Hagrid."

Tomorrow is the first day of school, and the professors gathered at a square table for dinner that evening.Even the elusive Professor Trelawney came here wearing a scarf.

She whispered to a house-elf, "Get me some sherry, dear."

The elf stammered, "Yes, yes, ma'am."

Her figure disappeared, and after a while, she appeared staggeringly holding a large wine bottle, "I'm sorry, I didn't find a small bottle, only this one."

"Ha!" Trelawney's eyes lit up, "It's okay, it's not bad, very good."

"Would you like some?" She looked at Felix, shook the bottle, and the liquor kept shaking.

"No thanks." Felix politely declined.

Trelawney poured her drink on her own, and Professor Bubbaji next to her also took a small glass.

Dumbledore appeared for the first time since they met in France. He seemed in a good mood, and smiled as he took a plate of tea-colored pastries from Flitwick. Felix thought it might be because he had just gotten rid of an order. The reason people tire of errands.

After dinner he called Felix to a halt.

"Wait, Felix. Nick has some books, I'll bring them to you." Dumbledore said with a wink.

So the two came to the principal's office, and Dumbledore said briskly, "Wait a minute, I put it on the bedside of the bedroom. When you're not around, I'll watch some of it every day."

Felix nodded, watching him walk up the revolving steps and disappear into the second-floor space of the office.

"That's Dumbledore's bedroom, what would it be like?" He thought curiously.

The principal's office hasn't changed much.The large circular room was filled with comical little sounds: the rhythmic breathing of Fox the phoenix on its gilded perch, the trifling whirling of silverware on slender-legged tables, The grunting sound of the headmaster's portrait.

Felix stared at the Sorting Hat lying quietly on the partition, hesitating whether to pick it up and study it.

"Hey, Slytherin boy!" said an uncomfortable voice.

Felix turned his head and looked over. It was a portrait on the wall. At the bottom of the portrait, there was a line of small gilded characters——

'Phineas Nigellus Black, term 1847 to 1925, graduated from Slytherin House. '

Felix asked, "Principal Black, are you calling me?"

The portrait within the portrait hummed: "Otherwise, are there any other living people in this house?" His goatee was up and down, his eyebrows were slender, and he looked very unpleasant.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand to grab the photo frame, "Come closer, I have something to tell you." Seeing that Felix stood still and remained unmoved, his tone became urgent: "It's good for you!"

Felix was full of doubts, and it might not be his turn to benefit, but he still walked to the portrait of Principal Black.

The grunting in other portraits has disappeared, and they either open their eyes generously to look at them, or half-close their eyes, watching their interactions closely.

But Principal Black didn't say anything, and there might be nothing he could do even if he was dissatisfied.So he said as quietly as possible: "Have you ever heard the name Sirius Black?"

"Yeah, he's a celebrity now, broke out of Azkaban three weeks ago," Felix said.

Principal Black choked for a moment, and he said with some embarrassment: "That is the descendant of the noble Black family, my great-great-grandson!"

"Oh."

"You bad boy, what do you mean!" Headmaster Black yelled in a low voice, but then he said slyly: "We are all Slytherins, boy, I know what you think..."

"Listen, the Black family has a long history, and the old house has a rich collection of books, which is not comparable to the rags of Hogwarts. Do you want it? Do something for me."

"what's up?"

"Bring him to me, not this me, but another portrait, remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."

Felix was very interested in the Black family's collection of books, but he cautiously probed, "Don't tell me that the old house of one of the 28 pure-blood families has no defense measures."

"Listen, don't interrupt me, time is limited! You'll find it, I'm sure you can do it, but, you need something that's exclusive to the noble Black family... oh, Dumbledore! You When did you come back?"

Felix turned his head abruptly, and Dumbledore had already appeared at the railing on the second floor. He was standing with two books in his arms, expressionless.

"Very early, when you admitted that Sirius Black is your great-great-grandson." Dumbledore walked down the steps, he was against the light so that people could not see his eyes clearly, only his powerful voice could be heard: " Phineas, as we discussed . . . he committed an unforgivable crime."

The portrait of Principal Black shouted loudly: "Dumbledore, he is the last descendant of the Black family!"

But Dumbledore also raised his voice, and he said calmly: "...betrayed his best friend, and he also killed thirteen people, one of whom was also his best friend who had been with him day and night for ten years. You know his ending Phineas? The crew at the scene found only one of Peter's fingers and blood-stained pieces of clothing."

The old man walked up to the portrait with a cold tone, and every wrinkle contained anger. "And now, he has escaped from prison, fantasizing about helping his old master regain his strength, even killing his godson, as a godfather."

"Phineas, my headmaster... you want to shelter him? A criminal?"

There was no sound in the principal's office.

(End of this chapter)