A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 209 Mrs. Longbottom

Back in the office, Hogwarts looked extraordinarily quiet under the night, and the Forbidden Forest in the distance was darker than the night. Felix carefully studied the acromantula in the large glass cover, and recorded the latest data.

"Wizard, when do you plan to let me go back?" the acromantula said roughly.

"Soon, wait until the experiment is finished." Felix said perfunctorily.

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After spending the teaching routine on the next Friday, it was the second weekend after school started. Felix was fully dressed and came to Hogsmeade village in time.

He deliberately passed the main entrance of the school, and when he was on both sides of the cast iron gate, he saw the existence of dementors.

This thing is even more evil than he imagined, it seems to be carrying a cold wave, as soon as it gets close, it will involuntarily stiffen its body, and its mood will suddenly become bad.

When Felix consciously operated Occlumency, the influence of the dementors on him plummeted, and the cloaked monsters in tattered cloth seemed to lose interest in him.

But his disgust towards this kind of creature doubled, and he had a strong urge to destroy.

Pushing open the door of Mrs. Puddiffe's teahouse, Felix first came to this place called "holy place for dating" by Hogwarts students. To some extent, it does have a hazy beauty.

The interior is foggy, the layout is twisted and narrow, and all the decorations inside are decorated with slightly tacky lace.

Felix wasn't too fond of the decor, but it must be admitted that the owner did a good job of creating the atmosphere.

Besides a few couples of young wizards and wizards, he was relieved to find a few lone guests enjoying their refreshments.When he came to the counter, he saw a middle-aged witch who was short and fat with a smile on her face.

"Mrs. Puddiffe?"

"It's me, dear, what would you like?" said Mrs. Puddiffe, her black hair in a bun.

"Look up the appointment information for me, and Ms. Augusta Longbottom, at ten o'clock."

Mrs. Puddieff lowered her head and flipped through the records that only she could understand, "That's true, she told me that at ten o'clock in the morning, at the booth next to the window, you were a quarter of an hour earlier."

"I know, give me a cup of coffee first. Where exactly is it?" Felix said.

"On your left, down the aisle, there's a lace bow menu next to that little round table."

Felix sat on his seat and looked at the gray window. His index finger was on it, and the glass blurred a large area of ​​his hand, and he could clearly see the outside.

He was thinking about his thoughts silently. During the conversation with Lupine on Thursday night, he accidentally discovered the traces of the three of Harry, so he intentionally guided Lupine to tell the story of the pro-era.

'I don't know if Harry can bear it, but the cruel truth is better than false security.Whether it is decadent or uplifting, it is one's own choice, and one cannot blame others at all. '

About seven or eight minutes later, he saw an old woman with a large red handbag appearing on the street corner.

As soon as she entered the door, she asked Puddifu loudly if anyone was here. Mrs. Puddifu pointed to his position and said a few words, and then the old lady strode over.

Felix stood up and shook hands with her. "Hello, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Hello, Professor Hemp, we met during the summer." Mrs. Longbottom stretched out a dry, eagle-clawed hand, and then she took off her tall, taxidermy hat. , put the red handbag together, and sat opposite him.

Mrs. Puddiff brought over a cup of black tea, "According to your habits, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Oh, Puddiffe, you are still so considerate." Madam Longbottom said, she looked at the coffee in front of Felix, and suggested to him: "The black tea here is good, I like it very much, you can try it."

"There will be a chance, ma'am," said Felix.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two got to the point.Felix said: "Ma'am, you should have received my letter. Neville's wand seems to have been inherited from his father, and it is not easy to use."

Mrs. Longbottom stirred the black and reddish tea with a small spoon, "You are right, my child."

Felix paused, and tentatively said, "Maybe I don't understand the traditions of the Longbottom family, maybe..."

"No, maybe, no." Mrs. Longbottom pursed her lips tightly, "That kid Neville insisted."

That little round face with a slightly unresponsive, introverted and cowardly face?Felix couldn't believe it.

He looked at her calmly, silently silent.

Mrs. Longbottom thought for a while, "This is nothing to be ashamed of. My son and daughter-in-law were tortured mad by Voldemort's men. They lived in St. Mungo's Hospital all year round. Neville grew up with me. , I take him every other week to see his parents in St. Mungo..."

"Wait, you mean, his parents are still alive?"

"Of course!" said Mrs. Longbottom proudly. "They were tortured by four Death Eater scum, with the Cruciatus Curse... Few survived, but they were well behaved, Frank and Alice, I must say , they are all good!"

Her rumbling voice attracted the attention of many people.

"The Cruciatus Curse..." Felix repeated softly.

"This is the spell, one of the Unforgivable Curses, that can make your life worse than death." Mrs. Longbottom said, "Frank and Alice are the most courageous people I have ever met. They didn't utter a word. I feel sorry for them." Proud, but a little regretful...Obviously Voldemort is dead, I still remember Frank saying that he should celebrate the victory."

She held up the black tea cup and covered her face.

After two or three minutes, she calmed down. Except for the red eyes, the expression on her face was even more proud, "We digressed and wasted your time, Professor Haipu."

"It's okay, I admire those who are determined." Felix said.

"Thank you. Where were we, Wand? Oh yes, Wand."

"Probably when Neville was four or five years old, he came back from the hospital, rummaged through the box, and found out his father's wand, which I hid. The core of the wand is made of unicorn hair, and it is very loyal."

"I thought it was a whim, so I let him go. But he has been holding on to it since then. When I was about to start school, I wanted to take him to buy a wand. He refused to die, saying that he would take it with him. His father's wand."

"Did you not persuade him, madam?"

"I tried, the kid is usually quite cowardly, but he was very persistent in this matter. And, before school started, he managed to cast a simple spell with that wand, judging by his previous performance , It is simply a miracle... I also agreed."

Felix thought for a while and suggested to her, "Maybe you can buy another wand. As for Neville's father's one, let it be a spare wand."

Mrs. Longbottom said with a stern expression: "I don't think changing a wand will help him much. The report card he got back this summer makes me feel ashamed! He didn't inherit his parents' talent at all, and I doubted him for a while. A Squib who didn't show his talent for magic until an accident."

Felix said gently: "But as you said, he is not considered a genius, a little influence will bring about huge changes, let alone a magic wand?"

He took out a stack of parchment from the ring, "This is Neville's performance in learning spells in the dueling class, and he recorded it himself. The data on it are unexpectedly honest, and it also allows me to have a clearer understanding of his situation." know."

"According to the statistics, Neville's speed of learning a spell is three to five times slower than that of ordinary people. It's hard to say whether it's because of the magic wand..."

Mrs. Longbottom watched carefully, and flipped through one by one. In addition to Neville's handwriting, there was another person's marking and summarizing words. Meeting you is really his greatest luck."

Felix shrugged, "I'm also curious about his performance after getting the new wand. Besides, Mrs. Longbottom, I have a kind request..."

(End of this chapter)