A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 466 Two Issues
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room.While the other students were busy with their holiday homework, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were engaged in lively discussions, hammering out spells that might be used in their third project.

"We won't know the specifics of the third project for about a month, but we can't wait until then to start action." Hermione said to them, and Harry noticed that she took out her little book again, and he remembered It's filled with inspiration and information for Hermione's second project.

Hermione noticed Harry's gaze, and she explained: "Some spells are very useful, but we didn't have time to learn them at the time, and they come in handy now."

"What's there?" Ron asked with interest, "I think what I have so far is enough."

"No, it's not enough," Hermione said seriously. "For example, in the No.30 Second Contest, the warriors were asked to find an invisible beast based on a simple map."

"It doesn't sound dangerous," said Ron, "The invisible beast is not very aggressive."

"Oh, the danger is not from the invisible beast, but from other creatures in the mountains. What's more, in the end, the warriors explored the mountains for six weeks but found nothing. The judges had to declare them all failed." Hermione said.

"Six weeks? In the wild?" Ron winced.

"You can imagine how poor the state of the warriors is." Hermione said briefly, "They took a longer time to cultivate on average..."

Ron's body shook visibly.

"We should really be prepared," said Ron seriously. "Is there any good advice on how to avoid getting lost?"

"Survival skills in the wild, Professor Belby has talked about this knowledge; how to deal with common dangerous creatures in the wild, Professor Lupine has talked about this part... There are also amplifying spells, warning spells, and directional spells... I think the sharp blade Not bad, for clearing bushes, making makeshift tents... I said, Ron, how's your Apparating practice going?"

"What?" Ron was taken aback and swallowed nervously.

"Don't look at me that way, you haven't practiced since the end of last school year?" Hermione asked, staring at his face.

"Oh, uh," Ron stammered, "I've done it twice, remember?"

"That was last year, if you haven't practiced since..." Hermione looked at him sternly.

"What about you?" Ron couldn't help but ask back.

"I knew it long ago," said Hermione, "of course, not as well as Harry..."

Ron looked at her dejectedly, "So I have one more task than you? Harry, I need your help, Harry?"

Harry looked up from Famous Wizards and Their Patronuses with a sleepy expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked strangely.

"The professor asked me to find time to practice the Patronus Charm more." Harry said with a yawn.

"The Patronus Charm? Why?"

Harry shrugged, "The professor said that this magic has great potential."

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After about a week, the number of people in the Ministry of Magic gradually increased, and the staff returned one after another, officially returning to work.

Felix's special training is also on the right track. The Aurors and strikers who are most advanced have already begun to try to integrate the flame rune and the fire spell. At this point, the difficulty has become the control of magic power and the combination of the two. The time for fusion has come, which is not difficult for the elite of the Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley and Dawlish were the first to succeed. To them, the power of a single spell might not be a big deal, but what they were facing was a whole magic system.

Everyone attached great importance to this rare opportunity, and Felix quietly spread his influence to the most important force of the Ministry of Magic.

He reviewed his experiences in the past few days, and there was no conflict with Scrimgeour's lunch. Scrimgeour didn't even mention Yaxley. He just took out a letter of appointment as a consultant to the Ministry of Magic.

"Honorary advisor? What's the use?" Felix asked as he flipped through the above content. He didn't find anything like a magic contract.

"An extra income, and the right to advise and monitor certain matters," said Scrimgeour seductively. "If you're going into politics, it's an important qualification."

Felix shrugged and took it.

One afternoon, Felix explained the meaning of the 'flowing' runes to everyone again. Professor Marchban found him and asked him to attend a meeting.

When Felix walked into the conference room on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, it was already full of people.The men wore fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left front breast.They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, others with undisguised curiosity.

His eyes flicked across these wizards, stopping briefly on Dumbledore's half-moon glasses and the dark yellow-green bowler hat on Fudge's table.

The Wizengamot... Felix had a vague guess. He walked to the empty seat next to Professor March class calmly, lowered his head and whispered, "What do you need me to do?"

"No need to do anything!" Professor Marchban said loudly, and she looked across, "Dumbledore, can we start?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said happily, and Fudge looked very disturbed. He took a striped handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore turned over a document on the table, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Lido, convene all the wizards of the Wizengamot to discuss and decide on the proposal of Geselda Marchban to decide whether to accept Felix Hep as one of our members."

The wizards present talked a lot.

Felix smiled, leaned back in the chair, and waited quietly.After a few minutes, the discussion gradually subsided, and Dumbledore spoke again, "The initiator of the proposal, please state the reasons."

The short Professor March class stood up, straightened her somewhat hunchbacked body, and said loudly: "Each of you has a document in front of you, so I will only focus on the key points. Made an outstanding contribution and he deserves to be part of our team!"

"After Felix Hemp took over as the professor of ancient runes at Hogwarts, he has demonstrated superb teaching and academic standards for two consecutive years. You can look at the transcript, on pages 15 and 16—"

There was a rustling sound in the meeting room, and then there were several suppressed exclamations from the crowd.

"This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" Professor March said, "Just before that, Heidestrang Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Rune Association, and I went to the school to investigate. I can guarantee that the above mentioned None of the information is false!"

"We trust that you will not exaggerate in any way in such matters, Professor Marchbane," said Amelia Bones, who was sitting next to Fudge, wearing a monocle, and her voice was loud and deep.She comforted Professor Marchban, and then looked at Felix with probing eyes.

"Then I will continue to say - Felix Haip has made remarkable achievements in the field of memory therapy. The program he developed has become St. Mungo's most effective means of treating memory damage. Many patients who were judged by the therapist to be incurable have recovered. Health. Lady Dorothea Bonham can testify—"

"Ahem!" came a voice from the corner, and Dorothea Boham, the former dean of St. Mungo's, said solemnly: "I can testify that, in fact, the data about the patients in the file was provided by myself. "

There was another sound of flipping through documents. This time, no one raised any objections. Felix was awarded the Medal of Merlin for this contribution. Everyone knew about it, and they just wanted to see more details.

The meeting continues—

"Felix Heap quelled the riots at the Quidditch World Cup and restored the reputation of the Ministry of Magic." Professor Marchbane said loudly, and the surrounding echoes became much louder, and Fudge grumbled with an ugly face.

Professor Marchban exclaimed: "I didn't see any commendation after the fact. This incident fully deserves a Merlin Medal."

Fudge wiped his sweat, and had no choice but to explain: "Uh, I think...we were busy investigating and collecting evidence at the time, and the ministry imprisoned hundreds of troublemaker wizards, most of whom were from abroad, so we had to be careful...otherwise it would be easy lead to international disputes..."

Professor Marchban snorted loudly.

"Also—the center of recent public opinion, I'm sure you're familiar with it. Felix Haip has shown the new value of ancient runes. We have reason to believe that his contribution is comparable to creating a brand new magic system!"

"Grselda... this matter still needs to be discussed," Fudge said, fiddling with the documents in his hand uneasily, "Of course, I don't disagree... It's just that it's still too early, and we need to observe it for a few more years..."

Madgeban also ignored him, she closed the document in her hand, and looked around, "I think these are enough. Now I have only one question, what reason do we have to refuse such a person to join the Wizengamot ?”

The room grew quieter, and they looked around as if waiting for someone else to comment.

At this time, Amelia Bones raised her head from the document, "I have a few questions I want to ask Mr. Felix Heap, just out of curiosity...It has little to do with the topic of this meeting, no Influenced me to allow him to enter the Wizengamot."

"Ms. Burns, I'm sitting here to take questions," Felix said.

"I heard—the Patronus Charm is one of your best spells? Have you defeated hundreds of dementors?"

The wizards around began to whisper to each other, and many showed expressions of appreciation.

"Yes."

"You also master some kind of magic to destroy dementors? Is it ancient magic?"

"Well, you can think of it that way." Felix nodded slightly, at least the scaling spell was ancient magic.

"Then you know they are employees of the Ministry of Magic?" Amelia Bones looked at him sternly.

"Yes, I also know that they lost control more than once," Felix said calmly, "Not counting the two times at Hogwarts, even similar vicious incidents happened in Azkaban." His words quoted There was a noisy discussion.

"Is it true?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"That's true," agreed Miss Burns. "I've always been against the use of dementors to guard wizarding prisons. It's tantamount to—"

"Cough cough cough!" Fudge coughed violently, "Gentlemen and ladies, we digress, the practice of choosing dementors as wizard prison guards has been going on for hundreds of years, and they are excellent in most cases. I have completed the task, and I can forgive some occasional mistakes."

"Excellent? Excellent!?"

Professor Marchbane glared at Fudge, as if wanting to have a fight with him.

Dumbledore asked aloud at the right time: "Before the formal vote, does anyone have any questions?"

"I have a question." A wizard raised his hand, and he asked with a smile, "Let me ask my granddaughter, when will the emerald crown of the 'Future World' company be discounted?"

Many people laughed lowly.

At this time, Fudge gestured to a witch with his eyes, and Dolores Umbridge secretly groaned in her heart. She hesitated for a few seconds, but still couldn't give up the temptation to return to the center of power.

"That's right," she said in a whiny voice, and the people around immediately frowned, "I am full of admiration for Mr. Haipu's actions in founding the 'Future World' company. It's the largest company, there are about—" She quickly glanced at the parchment on the table, "140 seven people?"

"You know better than the boss of my company. Thank you for your hard work." Felix said calmly, which made Umbridge tremble with fright.

There was a sweet smile on her face. "I'm curious... why are you recruiting so many people? As far as I know, this company is still recruiting people. According to this rate, in about two or three years, the number of people in the 'Future World' company will exceed that of the Ministry of Magic. It's..."

"Well," said Felix calmly, "because it didn't meet my expectations."

"Expectations? With all due respect, did you expect to exceed the Ministry of Magic?"

"I don't care about that," said Felix. "You may have forgotten, Umbridge, that Future World is not the biggest company in Britain."

"Excuse me? I can't think of any other—"

"Gringotts," Felix spat out a name, and Umbridge had the expression on his face as if he had been forced to swallow a fly.

The expressions of the wizards in the meeting room softened.

"My positioning of the 'future world' company is a multinational company, and the blueprint of the company has never been limited to one or two countries, but has spread to every wizard gathering place in the world." Felix said, "In what you can't see All employees of the company are working towards a common goal.”

"This common goal is...?" Umbridge held his breath.

"It's printed on the flyer of the 'Future World' company," Felix said slowly. "It seems that your homework is not detailed enough."

Umbridge fell silent.

"Then, let's vote with a show of hands." Dumbledore said, looking around.After speaking, he was the first to raise his hand.

A few minutes later, the motion for Felix to enter the Wizengamot was unanimously approved.

"Very well," said Dumbledore cheerfully, "then, please take your seats, the new members of the Wizengamot, and we shall begin the second topic, which I myself propose—"

Fudge's face suddenly trembled, not from fear, but from anger, and he stared fixedly at Dumbledore, his fat and thick fingers twisted.

Dumbledore acted as if he didn't see it. He calmly stated his topic: "About Voldemort's return and the upcoming Second Wizarding War."

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