A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 301 Memory
Thinking cabin.

Nick Flamel looked around. He looked at the furnishings in the house with great interest. He looked hundreds of years younger.

"You still have such magic? I'm surprised." He said with a smile. "My preparation is useless."

Felix, with a stern face, as if welcoming an intruder, stood in front of a dark green curtain that was rolled up high to reveal the tall portal behind.

Felix stared at the door, it opened automatically, and the inside was so vague that it was impossible to see what was inside.Behind the door is his inner world, where all the deepest secrets and memories are hidden.

The two stepped in and stood in a long aisle with tall bookshelves on both sides.Every item on the shelf—books, notebooks, memory balls, and odds and ends—represents the truest version of myself.

Against the light, only the light of the thinking cabin can be seen, and the faces of Felix and Nick Flamel are hidden in the darkness. Afterwards, the figure belonging to Felix waved his arms, and the aisle was filled with wind and clouds, and the bookshelves twisted into a mass of thick The clouds, layer upon layer, took up their original positions.

The sky seemed to be pulled down to their feet, and the thick clouds hung low—they seemed to be in a sea of ​​clouds, with dark golden clouds on both sides, stretching forward from the position where the two stood, overlapping, and disappearing into an unknown end.

"Come in," said Felix curtly and politely. "How about we start with the memories of the last days?"

"Felix..." Nick Flamel shook his head. He felt guilty. He didn't reveal some things to anyone, not even Dumbledore. Facing change is more shocking than anything in the past.

But unfortunately, he can't see the end, nor can he see the way forward, so he can only pin his hopes on the latecomers.

The dark golden clouds entangled and stretched, and pictures and voices appeared one after another.

The clouds gathered, and a man with a sense of elegance raised a piece of paper the size of a palm in his hand, and vowed, "Felix, I will keep watching..."

Nick Flamel walked quickly through this section, stopped in front of a dark golden cloud that was constantly churning, and looked carefully.Felix was the only one in the picture. He was sitting quietly in the office, flipping through a stack of parchments. The pictures on the paper made him frown.

"This is……?"

"The way Salazar Slytherin gave up, I'll pick it up."

Nick Flamel nodded without commenting, and walked on, not interested in minutiae, but focused on the turbulent clouds that could affect emotions.

He had walked a not-so-short distance, and the clothes on his body rolled up into a cloud of mist, causing the originally gathered images to scatter again, "I can only tell you that the code name of that person is Padfoot..."

Nick stopped at a place that was constantly surging, and he asked curiously: "Is this the Three Broomsticks?" He looked at the people in the picture, Felix was sitting with a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, The middle-aged man was not interested, drinking himself cup after cup, with a numb expression.

"Severus, we should all move on," said Felix on screen.

"Can you forget the past?" said the middle-aged man. "Can you forget Chesterton Avery? What about Carlo, Knott, Parkinson, Selwyn... and the Shafik family?"

Felix stopped talking, and he clinked glasses with the middle-aged man.When bringing the middle-aged man back to Hogwarts, Felix stared at the drunken man on the bed, and said softly, "That's why I thank you, Professor."

Nick Flamel asked: "Who is this?"

"The dean when I was in school."

"He helped you?"

"Yes."

"Looks like a warm-hearted man."

"... probably doesn't count."

Nick said clearly: "I am narrow-minded, people are complicated."

They continued on, stopping and stopping along the way. Nick Flamel stopped briefly on Felix chasing Sirius and the Patronus expelling the Dementors. Instead, he finished watching Felix's speech at the Ministry of Magic in its entirety.

"What do you think of the secrecy law?" asked the old man.

"I take a pessimistic view."

"Are you going to push for the repeal of secrecy laws?"

"It's thankless, and I don't need to do anything, and I won't last for many years."

Nick sighed and said, "I agree with you. The magic world has been closed for too long, and the outside world is changing with each passing day..."

He changed the subject and said cheerfully: "Don't look at me as an antique, one of my safe houses is placed in the Muggle community swaggeringly, without any magic - that will make all modern appliances fail, refrigerators, air conditioners, ovens ... There are also home game consoles, do you know this, Perenal likes it very much... I still have an identity, an expert in occult research!"

……

In front of another cloud, Nick looked wistfully at Newt Scamander, and his words became more verbose: "When I first met Newt, he was very dull and inarticulate, maybe now It hasn't changed..." He said softly, "Many years have passed in a blink of an eye."

Then he looked at Felix in the cloud, and that Felix said bluntly, "What family are you from?"

The young man across the way stammered, "Eve—Avery."

Nick Flamel asked curiously: "This is the Avery mentioned by that professor just now?" Seeing Felix nodding, he couldn't help asking: "What did he do?"

Felix said with an inscrutable expression: "You will see, isn't that why you came here?"

……

Not too far from here, Nick Flamel smacked his lips after listening to what Felix said in the seventh grade class: "The seed of a miracle..." He pondered for a long time.

As they walked on, Nick couldn't help laughing when Felix in memory said to a freckled boy, "This is the Nick Flamel of mice." "Fantastic metaphor."

Felix was a little embarrassed. When he said this, he didn't expect to be caught by the Lord.

Nick mused, "So, the notorious Sirius Black is innocent and Peter Pettigrew is the traitor? Animagus... the only question is the Fidelity Charm, but the Keeper can It was diverted, or maybe the Potters lied to everyone from the beginning."

Felix said calmly: "You should have thought of it earlier, skipped some key content."

Nick smiled and said, "I can't stick my nose to your face and observe you in detail. Although it is not convincing, I still want to salvage a part of your image in my heart."

"Really?" Felix muttered.

Another cloud, Nicole May asked: "Who is this little girl?"

"Hermione Granger, my assistant in Ancient Runes." Felix explained.

"It's really empathetic." Nick watched Hermione put a pot of green plants on the square table full of books, adding a touch of life to the dark left half of the space, he said with admiration.

"But what happened before? You seem to have been hit... oh, I saw it, the magic riot, this method... is a bit inappropriate, but..."

Nick Flamel looked at the picture on the dark golden cloud, with the Longbottoms holding Neville on one side and Felix in disbelief on the other, he stopped talking.

It was a relatively long road ahead, except for saying "interesting" to the golden rune ball, Nick didn't stop there until he saw everything that happened at the Muggle meeting during the summer vacation.

"All curses end, I have used this magic too... I'm sorry, when people get old, it's easy to fall into meaningless memories." Nick said with emotion: "What do you think of the organization of the Reform Society?"

"Young, with potential, representing the future."

"Yes, youth has potential and represents the future." Nick murmured.

……

Nick Flamel watched with great interest the questions Felix sent in the open class at the University of Paris. At that time, Felix used a hypothetical method to outline the current situation of the magic world and asked the professor's opinion.

The old man smiled and said, "You are so brave, no wonder that Auror wants to arrest you."

"It just happened to catch up, and I really wanted to know what a philosophy professor thought about it," Felix explained.

"Using the wisdom of others?" said the old man. "The smart thing to do."

In the Chamber of Secrets, Nick couldn't help complaining about Dumbledore: "I don't quite agree with some of his practices, but... I'm not him, and I don't know why he made this decision."

Nick Flamel kept walking forward. In an office, he saw Dumbledore folded his arms and asked with a serious face: "Why are you so obsessed with coming to Hogwarts to teach?"

Nick asked, "Is this your interview?"

"Obviously, I was hired."

Nick nodded. The cloud in front of him had quietly turned into sea blue. This was the memory of Felix's three years of graduation. The old man smiled and said, "It's the same color as my eyes." Here, he Seeing a more authentic side of Felix, a real normal person working and living at a tech company, "was a surprise to me," Nick says.

The year before this was Felix's experience of traveling the world. Nick Lemay blinked and watched Felix shuttle through the black markets in different countries, selecting and exchanging various magic items and letters, and dealing with him. Most of them are dark wizards wandering in the gray area, robbing, fighting, counterattacking, setting traps...

"Blue represents sadness?" Nick asked, staring at the blue, glowing clouds.

"No, I enjoyed the experience," Felix said.

"Uh... well."

Then the clouds on both sides of the road turned dark gold again. He saw the younger Felix, who was in school. He was in the sixth and seventh grades, and he would look in awe wherever he went, and the crowd automatically moved out of the way. , Felix smiled and nodded at them.

"Is it because the Shafiq family left the UK? No worries?" the old man thought.

But the next moment, Nick Flamel denied this speculation. He saw that at the end of the fifth grade, Felix visited some pure-blood families one by one.

Nick Flamel stared at a dark golden cloud that was constantly tumbling, and he guessed that if the color of the cloud represented emotions, then Felix must have been happy at that time, the joy of revenge——

It was a magnificently decorated room, a young man with black hair and blue eyes was sitting on a single sofa with bright green and silver stripes.

There was a soft sound from the fireplace decorated with gold patterns, and a middle-aged wizard came out from inside. He saw Felix, his eyes showed surprise and panic.

"Felix Hep...you, what are you doing here!" He roared angrily, "Who let you in, you are not welcome here!"

The young man said mildly: "I think it is necessary to come and visit, and address the differences between us."

The wizard was furious, "What trick are you playing? Where is Dumbledore, he wants to attack the pure-blood family?"

But then, his body stiffened, like a leaning stone statue, his eyes kept moving down, until finally, he found himself kneeling on the ground.

All he could see was the young man's shoes.

"It's a very hidden spell, isn't it? I found it in the restricted section... I came here today to introduce myself formally. Although I have already dealt with him during last summer vacation, what is the name of that Parkinson? I can't remember exactly, his face was swollen into a pumpkin, uh, the spell bounced."

"...Jem!" the man surnamed Parkinson growled.

A house elf suddenly appeared, and a red light flashed in the next second, and the elf fell unconscious on the ground.

Felix stood up, passed by the wizard, and looked at the portrait on the wall, "I did my homework before I came here, and there was a Minister of Magic in your family, Perseus Parkinson, who was in power Attempts to pass a bill to make it illegal to marry Muggles have been unsuccessful."

"It's a pity, isn't it? This kind of thinking can only be kept in the family and cannot be accepted by the public." His wand pointed at the wizard's head.

The face of Patriarch Parkinson, who was kneeling on the ground, turned purple. It only took 2 minutes to go from hatred, unwillingness, to decadence and fear.

"What do you want me to do, Mr. Hype?"

"Be good, don't jump around anymore, I promised Principal Dumbledore not to pursue it."

……

Nick LeMay said softly: "I said that the Parkinson family has been quiet these years, but they were very aggressive in the past." He asked curiously: "The family that has suddenly become depressed in recent years is related to you?"

"Well, then I need to count carefully." Felix said uncertainly.

They continued to move forward, and a huge cloud kept churning, bringing out strands of hazy clouds, and the picture gradually became clear. It was the memory of Felix's duel at the beginning of the fifth grade——

A corner of the Hogwarts auditorium. After Dumbledore finished his welcome speech, the young Felix put on his gloves unhurriedly. The seats on both sides of him were empty, which made it easy for him to stand up and walk calmly. In front of a blond boy.

While slowly taking off his gloves, Felix said slowly: "Shafik, one of the holy 28 pure-blood families? Nobility, glory... Maybe it's just a piece of scum, only hiding in dark corners to sneak attacks, I Guess you have dirty blood running through every inch of your veins, I'd love to know if it's true..." He tossed the glove over the blond boy's face.

The blond boy's body was already stiff, and he was sweating profusely. His white gloves stuck to his neck, and because his body kept shaking, they fell to the ground, stained with dust.

He murmured, "Felix..."

"All right, I've said it all, don't let me down." Felix fixed his eyes on him, and said sarcastically, "You're Shafiq."

"I, I'll take...I—" The blond-haired Shafiq fell from the seat, his whole body limp.

"Felix Hemp!" Snape strode over from the professor's chair, growling, "What do you want?"

"Professor," Felix bowed slightly, "As you can see, I want to see if the blood of this family is red or black."

Snape's hands were shaking with rage, and he whispered, "Stop your boring revenge games, Dumbledore has stepped in, out of your sight! Believe me, he will make the Shafiq family pay. "

"I want more," Felix said, with a strange light in his eyes: "Why should this rotten family continue to be an eyesore?"

"Felix Hemp," Snape suppressed the horror in his heart, he saw another shadow in his young student's eyes, "I forbid you to do this."

Felix played with his wand, but said nothing.

Dumbledore came over, and he said in a deep voice, "Minerva, take Shafiq away, the others—" he raised his voice, "Lead by the prefect, return to the common room."

……

On the memory tunnel, Felix asked: "Do you have any opinions, Nick? Think I'm too much?"

Nick didn't respond to the unpleasant subject and walked on.He saw Felix walk out of the school gate at the end of the fourth grade, knocking his attackers to the ground under all kinds of curses.

Even if one of the men's heads had doubled in size, it would be hard to feel sympathy—because he had cast the spell himself.

The memory of the entire fourth grade is pale and extremely monotonous. Felix can be seen practicing spells in various deserted corners everywhere. Thousands of pictures together constitute the entire memory of this year.

In a dark cave in the Forbidden Forest, a blinding green light illuminates the cramped, dank space, revealing a tense face.

"Death Curse..."

"Yeah, it's said to be quite useful, and I found it after a lot of effort." Felix said in a relaxed tone.

Nick shook his head, disapproving of his words: "The Unforgivable Curse will corrupt the mind. Even an Auror must receive regular psychological counseling, let alone you were a child at the time."

"The situation is special, I didn't think about it that much, and you missed it, a ghost friend of mine stopped me."

"It's the lady, I remember you called her Helena?"

"The other one, the one covered in silver-white blood."

Nick Flamel insisted: "You shouldn't be learning the Dark Arts anyway, especially at such a young age..."

"Oh, thank you for your concern."

The old man said with a straight face: "I can tell that this is a lie."

……

Nick Flamel stood in front of a huge black cloud in a bad mood. The black cloud exuded a deep black mist, like a giant beast with teeth and claws. He seemed to be able to hear the roar of the giant beast, but everything was his illusion , this is the picture at the beginning of the fourth grade——

Dozens of owls hovered over the long empty dining table, and only the young Felix sat with his back to them. The owls dropped red letters, twisted and opened their mouths, speaking vicious words.

"Dirty Mudblood! Shame on Slytherin, don't let me see you, I'll crush your bones one by one..."

"Have you ever heard of the Unforgivable Curse? Cruciatus, Cruciatus!" followed by harsh laughter.

"...Curse your name, curse your blood!"

The voices of dozens of roaring letters echoed in the auditorium, intertwined together, making it difficult to hear clearly, and only a few harsh words could be heard.

The little wizards shrank aside, the Slytherin students looked on coldly, and the people from the other three houses were whispering and noisy.

"boom!"

All the letters were blown to ashes, Felix stood up expressionlessly, and a path was automatically parted in the crowd.

"Oh, my God!" said Professor McGonagall, hurried over, and the Slytherin table was in a mess.She yelled angrily: "Evil, despicable, guy who only hides in the gutter! Totally low...shameless!"

"Are you all right, Hap?" she said cautiously, putting her hand on Felix's shoulder, and it bounced off like an electric shock.

"I'm fine, Professor," said young Felix quietly. "Better than ever."

On the corridor, Nick Flamel frowned deeply, and opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything, followed by a long gray cloud, and groups of low dark clouds swirled and danced, as if they entered There was a deep sea, black reefs connected with whirlpools, rolling up large swaths of sea water and mist.

Some words kept getting into Nick Flamel's ears like worms.

"You want to do it? I'm just teaching you the principles of being a human being. Wherever scum is, scum is scum. A mudblood is a mudblood. Am I wrong? Listen to me, what I said wrong..."

"It's time for you to catch up. Let me tell you, two years in the morning, you will be used as material for practicing magic. I know a big man who has this habit."

"I have house elf jars at home and they're just the right size."

Nick Flamel kept speeding up his pace, trying to cross the road, but the road seemed extremely long. He turned his head, and Felix listened calmly, turning a blind eye to all of this.

"Felix, don't you care?"

"I'm actually pretty lucky," Felix laughed. "Those who are in my grade can't beat me, and those who are in the upper grades are limited by the school rules and can only watch. After all, the punishment at that time was quite severe..."

"But if I can't help but take the initiative to attack the senior students, it is not within the scope of protection. They must be allowed to protect themselves, right? So for a long time they have been chattering in my ears, very childish, only Talking like a chattering, babbling fly—it doesn't really bother me."

Nick Flamel did not speak, the black clouds on both sides were still tormenting his ears——

"You sent my brother to the hospital, dear brother, I want to teach you a lesson... Unfortunately, Professor Snape warned me, what a pity, who made me four grades higher than you, you wouldn't want to do it Hit me, little Mudblood? Do you know what family I'm from?"

"What's your name?" This is Felix, who just entered school, he said warily.

"Oh, I am your prefect, Chesterton, Chesterton Avery, remember this surname, I hope you can call me Prefect Avery, we will get along for at least three years, if you If there is no dropout."

……

Nick Flamel strode forward, leaving all kinds of annoying voices behind, and Felix followed unhurriedly, "Walk slowly, I suddenly realized that it doesn't feel bad to find someone to share the past... …To be honest, I'm tired of making up lies, but it's hard to find the right people."

The old man ignored Felix's nagging, and finally, he passed through the area, a faint golden sun appeared, and a great joy enveloped him.

Golden, ethereal clouds float like cotton candy, reflecting colored light.Nick Flamel stared at the above picture obsessively:
A little boy with short black hair is sitting in the yard, quietly reading a book, there are more than a dozen boys and girls in the yard, they are laughing and playing, and four and a half older children are sweating around a simple basketball hoop .

"Hey, little Felix, come play with us!"

The short-haired boy raised the book in his hand, "Wait until I read these two pages—" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes brightened and looked ahead, as if he was looking at Nick Flamel.

Felix chased after him slowly, "Your movements are really not slow, huh? This is..." He looked at the boy on the screen, the boy blinked his light blue eyes, showed a bright smile, and looked at him reach out.

Felix blinked, and also extended his hand, and the two hands seemed to be holding each other.

"Flapping!"

An owl landed on the boy's hand with a letter in its beak.

It was a brown, parchment letter, addressed in dark green ink on one side, with a wax seal on the other and a coat of arms with a capital "H" in the center surrounded by A lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

On the corridor——

"This is?"

"The day I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter."

"Come here, Felix." Nick Flamel said softly, and the two returned to reality.

　This chapter completes Felix's past experience, and I won't mention it again, and there is no extra story about this part. If you don't like it, please ignore it, because it is really important and it is a key turning point. The plot after that should be more refreshing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)