A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 457
"One more thing." Dobby held the envelope, looked at Felix hesitantly with big round eyes, and said hesitantly, "It's about Winky..."

Felix was taken aback, he almost forgot about Winky.

"What's wrong with her? The magic bondage on her body should disappear."

"Yes, you're right." Dobby's body began to sway, his two slender arms entangled, "She wanted to accompany her master, and Dobby told her that Mr. Crouch was imprisoned Prison, she... she's sick."

"I see," Felix said quietly.

Dobby looked at him puzzled, Felix pulled out a note and wrote something on it, Dobby tiptoed to read it, but he was too short, and Valen was still in front of him, so he could only see Valen Len's head.

"Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix said with his head down, his quill fast.

"Dobby knows!"

"Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bagman owes me a favor, and I don't think he'd mind doing me a favor."

"You don't have to!" squealed Dobby, looking startled. "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mr. Hemp to help!"

"Here, let him take you to Azkaban, he has the power." Felix said, "By the way, bring something to Mr. Crouch, you can discuss buying it with Winky, as for what Winky wants later I don't care where I go."

Dobby bowed deeply, pressed his nose to the floor, his whole body was trembling, excited like a salmon jumping ashore.

Warren looked at the place where Dobby disappeared, then turned to look at Felix, "Hawk?"

Felix picked it up, "I'll tell you a truth, magic can't trap a person, but love can. Tsk! This sentence should be said by Dumbledore...Want some supper, Varen?"

"Ha!"

……

The next day, in the ancient magic text class of the seventh grade, Professor March and old Vera appeared again.

The old man obviously didn't sleep well, and the dark circles under his eyes were as obvious as his double chin.

When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression was both excited and disappointed.

Excitedly, the Hogwarts library has a rich collection, and he found many rune letters that even the Ancient Rune Society didn't have—these letters came from donations from alumni over the years, and were translated by Bathsheda Babling And tidying up is nothing less than a treasure to him.

What was disappointing was that he completed the verification work last night and found no mistakes.That kid... Felix Hep seems to have memorized all these materials, even the page numbers are accurate.

At this moment, Felix looked at the audience calmly with piercing eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt today, with his hands in his pockets.

"Today is an improvement class." He announced.

The students let out low cheers, but Marchban and Old Vera didn't understand why.Isn't the seventh grade just an improvement class?
Felix explained softly: "In order to let the two guests who don't know the situation understand the following content, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called 'improvement class'." He smiled slightly and stretched out his hand from his pocket.The wand appeared in his hand as if by magic, and with just a slight wave, clear writing began to appear on the blackboard behind him.

"We have completed the first round of review. According to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to keep the next three months from being too boring, I will consciously prepare some improvement courses to explain more advanced content, These contents are not within the scope of the exam, but they are very beneficial to you, especially after you graduate, you can also entertain yourself with ancient magic texts after work..."

"The improvement class will use the thinking classroom. There is no need to worry about danger, just relax your mind-well, let's start."

Felix snapped his fingers lightly. In order to let Professor Marchban and Old Vera get used to it, he deliberately made it obvious: a golden ripple bloomed from the fingertip of the snapped finger, centered on him, spread continuously, and quickly The entire classroom is dyed a touch of gold.

Professor Marcheban and old Vera looked around in amazement, Marcheban blinked his eyes, as if he had discovered something.After a few seconds, everything returned to calm.

Magical letters exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere fell from midair...

Amidst the crisp birdsong, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to everyone: "Although I have said it more than once, I want to emphasize it again: Compared with knowledge, exercising your thinking is more important. Important, after all, your graduation thesis is to complete a rune handbook."

Ask students to complete a rune handbook?
Professor March's eyes widened. She looked around quickly. No student raised any objections. Obviously, this was not a temporary arrangement.

Her mood suddenly became complicated. If it was true, would their exam still be meaningful?
A low groan came from the side. Old Vera looked as if he was sick, and he kept shaking his hands. His hand was pressing on the magic handbook that fell in front of him.

……

A few minutes before the end of the class, the students were quickly scribbling notes. The short professor of March class wandered between the seats in the classroom, stopping from time to time to watch the students' quill pens smoothly write down magic words one by one. To be honest, its complexity has far exceeded the standard of the NEWTs exam.

Old Vera sat in his seat looking distraught.He is the person who can best understand the gap between him and Felix, and he is on pins and needles at the moment.

The get out of class bell finally rang, and he jumped up from his seat almost immediately, about to leave.

"Mr. Vera," Felix called to him from behind. "About that report..." He mentioned the report yesterday, and Old Vera agreed without hesitation. Only now did he realize how big a hole was buried in this request.

How is this report going to be written, fancy touting Felix Hepp?
The old man blushed, covered his face and fled.

"Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix shouted 'urgently', but his body remained motionless. "What's wrong with him?" he said to himself.

Professor March gave him a strange look, but he didn't see that the little guy was quite vengeful!

"Stop shouting," she said. "He's busy."

Felix looked at her curiously.

"Probably busy finding a place to bury myself!" said Professor Marchban. "I won't be here this afternoon."

"Are you leaving now?" Felix asked.

"It's not leaving," Professor March said helplessly, "but I don't need to come to you anymore. I almost understand the reason why the students' grades have improved by leaps and bounds in the past two years. I will stay for a few more days to take a look at other classes... ... You can't come here in vain."

Felix nodded knowingly.

"There is one thing left," said Professor Marchban, with a grin on his wrinkled face: "Are you interested in becoming a non-staff examiner?"

"Non-staff examiner..."

"You only need to be responsible for the practical part of the ancient rune exam." Professor March class said, she sighed, and looked at the students who were dawdling out of the classroom, "I can't let the graduates of the past two years do this Let's do it!"

"Are you planning to increase the practical assessment of the ancient runes exam? Investigate practical runes?" Felix asked happily.

"That's right," she said, "I will fight with the Ministry when I go back, and divide the ancient runes into two directions—translation and practicality. Of course, this report must be written by you, only you know best... There are employment directions for practical rune, if you describe it attractively enough, the ministry may recruit a few people this year."

"Why?" Felix didn't know much about it.

Professor Marcheban rolled his eyes, "I guess that apart from your company, the entire magic world doesn't know what to do with practical runes. Generally, this kind of situation is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: recruit a few people, study new occupations direction and potential."

"Are there any similar examples?" Felix asked with interest.

"Naming the Prophets, from the Prophets. They would predict the future of the newborn, and give some advice on the names, and of course, for a fee of gold. I remember Sybill Trelaw Ni has been a name prophet for a while...seems like a long time ago."

Professor Trelawney...you really are, Felix opened his eyes.

"Sounds good," he raised the corners of his mouth, "I agree."

　There are two more chapters, which will be released later...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)