A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 350 17-year-old Dumbledore
The next day, it rained heavily at Hogwarts. The rain extinguished the morning mist in the Forbidden Forest, but turned everything in sight gray.

Niuxiu huddled in the cradle bed covered with fine sponge and velvet cloth. Ever since she knew yesterday that she would live in Hogwarts for a long time, it refused to get into the space of the pocket watch again. Instead, while Felix was not paying attention, He moved his bed out, and then hid the silver pocket watch. Felix carried it upside down and sorted out his collection again, but he didn't find where the pocket watch was placed.

Of course, he didn't look for it seriously, and he couldn't keep it around all the time. Before, he couldn't help it when he was away from home.

I don’t know when, but its collection has been enriched—the silver fork, which should be the tableware of Beauxbatons; One—the first time I saw it was covered with dust, but now it was clean.

When Felix looked at Varun, he breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the surface of the crystal ball with his small hands, making the clouds and lightning inside brighter.In addition, there are some miscellaneous new objects, probably collected while Felix was not paying attention, thermostat locket, badger-shaped magic lamp, tinder box, gray hourglass, gold necklace—oh, This Felix knew that he modified it with gold galleons. The reason was to see how dark the goblins in Gringotts were, and how much sand was mixed into the galleons. As a result... he suddenly wanted to rob the goblins. family.

He remembered reading a book about ancient goblins, which described in detail the extravagant life of the top ten goblin families, with all the details vivid, as if the wizard who wrote the book was lying in the goblin cave and read it.

In his description, each of these goblin families is comparable to Malfoy in the wizarding world.

It's hard to say who the wizard who wrote the book was more malicious towards, anyway, Lucius Malfoy certainly didn't want to let this metaphor spread.

It's been a week since the Quidditch World Cup ended, and during this time, Lucius has not responded.Felix is ​​not in a hurry, these pure-blood families have to pick a good day even to send invitations, let alone submitting in a low-key manner, from now on he will be the only one to follow?
Coupled with the fact that the Ministry of Magic has never given up on tracking down the escaped hooded wizard due to the pressure of public opinion, it is estimated that this matter will drag on for a while.

But Felix only plans to wait until Christmas this year. If Lucius doesn't respond by then, he will come to collect the debt.

Right now, Snuffing Valen took aim at a Ring of Ouroboros that was kept on the workbench as a spare. At the same time, he also sincerely liked the Memory Stone Basin emitting a hazy silver light, but Felix taught it a lesson last night. .

The content of the new lesson can be summed up as follows - its small pockets are used to hold favorite things, and other not-so-precious things are placed in the office, which is also its home and treasure.

From then on it learned a truth, the cunning Xixiu has three caves...

What's more, you can't steal other people's things, otherwise Felix will cast a spell to seal its small pocket, and give away the treasure in front of its face.If you behave well, there are additional rewards.

After many days of legal education and coercion, Snuffing Varun raised three pink fingers and swore in the name of his two younger brothers.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning pierced through the gray sky, illuminating the figure of Felix standing in front of the window sill. Sniffing Varun raised his head, twisted his body, climbed onto Felix's shoulder, and looked outside with him. rain curtain.

They listened to the sound of the torrential rain, and the fine, blown rain mist hit their faces, making them feel cool.

Felix turned his head slightly, curled his lips and said, "Don't wear that necklace in the future, it's too ugly." Xixiu also turned his mouth away, and his small black eyes despised his aesthetics.

Eleven in the morning.

At this time, the Hogwarts Express train should have departed from King's Cross Station, spouting billowing steam, and headed for the Scottish Highlands.

Felix appeared in the principal's office, and Professor McGonagall was sitting on the sofa with Dumbledore, discussing the reception work of the four magic schools during the Tournament.

"...Mrs. Maxim and the students live in the carriage, which can be placed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Durmstrang's people come by boat and arrange it at the nearest Black Lake..." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, "But The other two schools are difficult to manage, although Waggadu doesn't mind living in the Forbidden Forest, they can become small animals themselves-"

"Minerva," Dumbledore rested his forehead on his hand, "Illumvamorny will use the Portkey to cross the continent, disguise himself as a tour group, and can arrange them next to the Quidditch pitch. As for Varga They won't be here until later..."

"Is it later than scheduled?" Professor McGonagall asked, "How many days later?"

"That's the problem," said Dumbledore, motioning for Felix to sit down, and said, somewhat troubled, "They're going to come all the way."

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise, "Albus, what are you talking about, they are in Africa!"

"Yeah, I know, I have been there a few times, and I especially hope to try the job of a dream messenger—" Dumbledore said with a smile: "Tell the little wizards in your dream that you have been admitted, and stay Next notice."

"Dumbledore—" Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly.

"Oh, yes... where did we go? The people of Ouagadou regard this road as a test. They have always had this tradition, but it is unprecedented from Africa to Britain."

Professor McGonagall's expression became serious, "Albus, this shows that they attach great importance to this competition. I can almost imagine what kind of training these children have experienced on the road. Compared with them, our students can't even recite spells." good."

"Minerva, don't belittle yourself." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I've always thought that our students are not bad. Isn't it, Felix?"

Felix raised his head and smiled, and said, "Albus, I just came back from Beauxbatons. Their students have already known the news of the Tournament in advance, and they are using the summer vacation for special training."

"Uh..." Dumbledore was dumbfounded, he looked at Professor McGonagall, and sure enough, she said loudly angrily: "Look, Dumbledore! Other schools are preparing, how about us? Live happily In the summer, the students don't even know their Quidditch match is cancelled."

"Minerva..."

"...I told you about this a long time ago, but in the end I couldn't find anyone for you, just a shopkeeper." Professor McGonagall's chest kept rising and falling, and he was obviously angry. When he thought that Hogwarts students would be punished Hanging her up and beating her, she felt so congested.

Felix, who was watching the excitement, turned his head guiltily. He thought of Lupine, and he also handed over the matter to him.

'Is Remus in the same mood as Minerva? '

"Minerva," Dumbledore had to say to reassure the vice-principal, "I've made arrangements, and that's why Felix came here today."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall looked skeptical.

"Of course," Felix nodded, "I gave advice to the headmaster during the vacation, and put some spells into the category that must be mastered. Albus said that he would think about it again, so it should be agreed now?"

"That's not it." Dumbledore said helplessly.

"But I think this proposal is very good," McGonagall said, and she looked at Felix. "I always think that little wizards are too lazy. Felix, we can discuss this matter when we have time to finalize this matter."

Dumbledore interrupted their conversation. He said bluntly: "I am going to let the dueling club take on more functions. It will become a special elective course. The professors are not fixed and can be rotated. And Felix, you need to spare more time for special training with the Warriors."

"Why me?" Felix asked curiously.

"Your advantage is unique, those magical teaching aids..." Dumbledore blinked, "They are of great help to the warriors, didn't you ask me to give my opinion, I think that memory stone basin is far from performing as it should function, it goes beyond the Pensieve."

Felix thought about the headmaster's words, "You mean—"

"I can provide a memory, me at the age of 17." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Including my own fighting wisdom."

Felix was taken aback. A wizard's memory is the most precious treasure, and many people kept it secret. Although he knew that Dumbledore would definitely delete irrelevant memories, and even prevent others from prying in advance, this trust came too suddenly.

Seeing Felix staring at him blankly, Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Could it be that in your eyes I am an old antique who still lives in the last century?"

Felix regained his composure, "It's just a little accident, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall was very interested in their conversation. After knowing the function of the thinking stone basin, she immediately decided to join in, "We can also find other professors—"

"No, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head firmly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't bother the other professors, we can't force them to make a decision, don't even mention it."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but Dumbledore's attitude was very firm, and she did not object. "Okay then, I'll go and decorate the auditorium with Felius." She said and walked out of the office.

"Principal, what prompted this decision? Honestly, I was just taken aback," Felix joked when there were only two people left in the principal's office.

"Because Dumbledore received a letter from..." The Sorting Hat on the partition suddenly cracked a gap and said aloud.

But Dumbledore cast his solemn eyes on it, and it immediately shut up, and softly hummed the song of the Sorting Hat prepared this year.

"Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,

Fair Ravenclaw, from the peaceful river,
Kind Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

They share one dream, one wish; one dream, one wish...they share one dream, one wish..."

The Sorting Hat doesn’t seem to have compiled the lyrics yet, or is in the final rehearsal, repeating the last sentence, but the singing is really ugly. Felix listened to it for seven years when he was in school, and two years after graduation. Just shut up and let yourself do the research.

Dumbledore ignored the Sorting Hat, and just raised his voice, he explained: "Remember the Christmas gift you gave me in the first year of employment, "99 Inventions That Changed the World"? I forwarded it to a friend, and we talked about it." In the content, I mentioned you by the way."

(End of this chapter)