A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 187 New Semester

When Felix was dining in the auditorium the next day, he could still hear all kinds of gossip discussed by the little wizards.

"Harry fought the dementors hard and kept the enemy out of the car door. I saw the overwhelming red light from two cars across."

"Yeah, it's unimaginable!"

Hufflepuff student Ernie McMillan poked his head and said: "It's not surprising. You know, Potter defeated the mysterious man when he was a baby. I didn't understand it when I first entered school. The so-called 'savior' It's no different from me, short, malnourished, and my grades are so-so..."

He first talked about a bunch of shortcomings, then paused for a moment in a dramatic manner, staring at the two companions: "Look now! He's finally exposed!"

"Oh, that's how it is." His two friends showed stunned expressions.

Felix had the urge to laugh. After eating the pie in two or three bites, he came to the ancient rune classroom early and looked at his class schedule for this year.

Among the little wizards in the third grade, there were no more than ten people who did not take his courses, which made his elective courses inexplicably given the treatment of compulsory courses.

Professor McGonagall spent a lot of time arranging the ancient runes into the schedule.

In the end, the ancient runes of the third grade were arranged in the last period of school hours on Tuesday and Thursday, and it was half an hour later than the normal end of get out of class.

Soon the seventh grade students arrived one after another.

Percy, Penelope, Wood, Geoffrey, and the Ravenclaw girl who preferred to hold the little skull during the Rune practice last school year...

Among these people, Felix saw a figure that should not have appeared-Marcus Flint.

He graduated in June this year, and now he is appearing again in the ancient magic text class.There was only one reason: he was repeated.

In the last school year, his two improvement courses—Protection of Fantastic Beasts and Ancient Runes—had failed in all his exams, not even a pass.This is really a shame of pure blood. His father made some activities with the school director and let him stay one grade.

"Teacher, professor." The tall and burly Marcus saw Felix waving at him, his whole face wrinkled, and he almost moved to him step by step.

Everyone else was watching, especially Oliver Wood, whose eyes lit up with excitement. He and Marcus were so at odds. They were the captains of the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams respectively. , There are many conflicts in private.

"You..." Felix looked at Marcus, and was a little speechless for a while, what did you say?At any rate, his rune grades were better than his grades in the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, which at least showed that he put more thought into his class.

If I hadn't relaxed the course selection requirements last year, would Marcus have been able to graduate smoothly with only one course?
For this conjecture, Felix also had no idea.

He rummaged under the podium, took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Marcus. "This is the parchment you used to answer the questions. I haven't cleared your information. The previous wrong questions are still there."

Marcus took it, mumbled as if to say thank you, but choked on spit.

"Go, I will check regularly, if your grades do not meet the requirements, I will stop all your activities—" Felix looked at him calmly, "including Quidditch."

"Yes, Professor," said Marcus grimly.

On the contrary, Wood, who seemed to be celebrating the festival early, blew a loud whistle.

Felix glanced at him. "You too, Wood. You're treated like Flint."

So a second mask of pain appeared in this classroom.

The students on the side snickered.

Soon, the class will officially start.Felix looked at the students in the audience: "During the school year last year, you had a relatively relaxed life, and I would be happy to let you feel the mysteries of ancient runes."

The male and female wizards in the audience looked serious, and usually such words would be followed by a 'but'.

"However, this is your last year at Hogwarts—Wood, don't stare at Flint and laugh—I continue to say that you are facing the ultimate wizarding exam, and I don't need to say how important this exam is. said."

"Next, I will detail our study plan for this school year..."

In the questioning session at the end of the course, Penelope Clearwater raised his hand and asked, "Professor, do we still have rune practice this year?"

"Yes, professor. Last school year, we smashed the little skull, drove away the black crow, defeated the magic puppet, and cracked the trap of the devil's net. We finally collected all four keys. But there are still many places that we haven't explored yet. said the Ravenclaw girl next to her, snapping her fingers.

Slytherin's prefect, Jeffrey, also calmly made a suggestion: "Professor, I think that candidates for the rune practice class can be determined based on their grades."

Wood glared at him instantly, and even Marcus didn't look right at him.

Felix thought for a while, "Well, I will open that classroom on weekends for interested students to explore. But in class, don't expect too much."

The first class ended in a hurry, and the students filed out.

"Professor Hype?" Percy stood in front of Felix.

"What's the matter, Weasley?"

Percy said hesitantly, "Well, my brothers...that's Fred and George. They're in fifth grade this year."

Felix waited silently for the next sentence.

"Uh, this is a critical year. As you know, the OWLs exam... The family hopes that they can focus more on their studies and take two more certificates."

"Weasley, you can put it bluntly."

Percy's breath stopped, and he summoned up his courage to say, "I, I heard that you are very supportive of their playful behavior, and they have intensified now...I hope you can persuade them."

Felix looked at him and said softly, "Weasley, maybe you want me not to help them?"

Percy said with difficulty: "I have this idea."

There was silence in the empty classroom, and Felix tapped the table with his fingertips, making a "da da" sound.

After a while, Felix looked up, "I can't make decisions for them, Weasley."

"You should be aware that even without my help, they would have their minds on this. I can't tie them up, or... cast a confusion spell?"

Percy's face was pale, his lips pursed.

"However, I have a way." Felix said slowly.

"What is it?"

"You join them."

"You're kidding!" Percy's eyes widened. "I don't care about their pranks at all..."

"No, it's not that you study with them, I mean, understand them. Understand what they are doing, what they study, where they spend their time, why they are so happy. When you know everything about them, you can always Find the right way to..."

Felix looked at him: "I heard that you are going to be admitted to the Ministry of Magic? This may be a meaningful practice, and you can write a related paper."

Percy left thoughtfully.

On the other end, Harry looked furious, and Hermione trotted after him.

"Harry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Hermione, you already knew my dad knew Professor Lupine, and that Sirius Black! And that Peter Pettigrew! You know everything, and you don't tell me anything. I'm telling you— Huh, where's the person? Hermione?"

Turning a corridor, Harry turned his head and wanted to mutter a few words, but Hermione miraculously disappeared.

He and Ron looked at each other, and at this moment, Hermione came from another side road, with a thin golden chain stuffed on her chest.

"Hermione, I haven't finished—"

Hermione looked impatient: "What are you talking about, we are going to be late for Transfiguration class, hurry up."

She hurried forward, and after walking a dozen steps, she realized that they were still in place. She said with a serious expression, "What are you waiting for!"

(End of this chapter)