A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 532 The Truth Is The Only Thing That Doesn't Matter
Felix put away the newspaper, "chirp!" Warren called out.

It's not over yet!

"Okay, seriously, your reading speed should have improved, where do you see now?"

The fork in Varun's hand pointed to a paragraph in the middle of the newspaper.

"Snakewood?" Felix muttered, "I'll tell you a story about the Chamber of Secrets another day." He continued to drink his porridge, ignoring the curious scrutiny in the auditorium.After a peaceful breakfast, he appeared in the Hogwarts headmaster's office.

There are already guests there.

A short, fat, bald man squeezed his bloated body into an armchair. With one fat hand, he picked up a piece of frosted pineapple from a box next to it, chewing it constantly, and his thick silver whiskers, as thick as walruses, stuck to it. frosting.

"Principal Dumbledore, I have something to report to you." Felix looked at the man calmly. He was wearing a maroon velvet coat, and the shiny brass buckle made an awkward movement when he swallowed. A heavy moan.

It's strange, I can think of the scene of the Thestral eating, but the Thestral is much thinner than the wizard right now.

Slughorn glanced at Felix casually, and the movement of his mouth suddenly stopped, "Is it him, Albus?" He looked at Dumbledore sitting opposite him and asked, compared with him, Dumbledore Lido was pitifully skinny.

"Felix Hemp," said Felix politely, "if you want to ask my name."

"Ah, of course, who else has the ability to impress people?" said the wizard, jumping nimbly from his chair, and with his other clean hand, he reached into his jacket pocket and took out a soft purple velvet handkerchief. , Wipe your fingers carefully.

"I've been looking for a chance to get to know you," he said, putting his chubby hand in front of Felix. "The famous Felix Hemp, the pride of Slytherin."

"You're overrated," Felix said, shaking his hand and feeling his fingers sticky when he let go, but he knew it was psychological.He asked tentatively: "Mr. Slughorn?"

The wizard suddenly smiled, and his protruding belly quivered regularly.

"Sit here..." Slughorn asked him to sit closer to him, speaking in the tone of the owner of the house.There was a smile on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, and he seemed to find it very amused. Varen jumped off Felix's shoulders, tugged at Dumbledore's trousers, and pointed to Fawkes, who was resting on the shelf, with his pink little finger.

"Haw?"

Dumbledore handed it a candy as if by magic, and winked at Warren: "Sharing is the key to friendship."

"I agree with you, Dumbledore." Slughorn said loudly, he sat down side by side with Felix, retracted his body back into the chair, squirmed to adjust the most suitable angle, and he sighed contentedly for a long time "Would you like a piece, Felix?" he said rather enthusiastically.

"No thanks," said Felix. "I've been allergic to sweets lately."

"I've had times like that," laughs Slughorn, picking up another pastry, "and I've had a particular preference for a certain sweet thing for a while, and I've gorged myself on it until I don't want to touch it again for years. …that was when I was younger, and now I prefer to have a little of everything.”

"Very wise speech," said Felix curtly, but it would have been better if he hadn't used the sweets as an example.He silently watched Varun climb onto the table with slender legs, and stared at the phoenix Fox standing on the gilded perch. Varun was standing on the table with candy dangling, and Fox squinted at it.

Dumbledore and Slughorn were also watching them with interest.

"Cockroach pile, some people don't like it, but it actually has a different flavor." Dumbledore said, while speaking, Fawkes poked his head out from the perch quickly, snatched the cockroach-shaped candy from Varen's hand, swallowed it in one gulp, and grew long. The long beak makes a crisp sound of "Ka Chi Ka Chi".

The three looked back contentedly at the same time.

"Ah, I'll get what you want." Dumbledore said suddenly to Slughorn, who stood up and walked around the spiral staircase to the second floor.

Felix felt Slughorn's eyes resting on him as he disappeared down the stairs.

"You're more talkative than I thought," he said after a few seconds. "I mean, a lot of people have mentioned you in their letters, and it's hard to believe how much they disagree on you."

"It's not surprising," said Felix.

"Oh, uh, you're right, everyone's position is different, I've heard some rumors, such as your parentage... Although I don't care at all personally-it's true!" Slughorn said, and then he Spends quite a long time describing the connections he has accumulated over the years. In his words, everyone is "in a key position." Many of them are Muggle-born wizards, and as he said, he has no prejudice against blood .

On the contrary, Felix read a hobby called "collection addiction" from his untiring expression.So Felix suggested that he write a memoir, and write down all the gifted students he had taught. After listening to it, Slughorn's face was flushed, and he felt like he had met a bosom friend.

"I discovered when I was the head of Slytherin that the young Muggle-born wizards can always bring me all kinds of novel ideas. It's incredible...Of course, I mean the excellent ones. From From this point of view, their existence is very necessary, and they can bring fresh blood to the old-fashioned magic world... It's a pity that I didn't retire two years later." He stared at Felix with burning eyes, as if regretting that he missed something treasure.

"Do you still keep in touch with those students?" Felix asked, from the few words he heard during the summer vacation, the old gentleman lived in a rather remote place.

"Well, I was going to hide and hide from the limelight. You know, it's going to be chaotic soon, and I can't get along with the dangerous people very much, but they will definitely find me... I have this Premonition," said Slughorn, "at this moment, Dumbledore appeared."

He suddenly looked angry. "He wants something from me, oh, I can't say what it is—" He wags his frosted fingers, "I've worked with him, know what he's like, and I don't want to Let it go. He also found a little guy to be a lobbyist!"

Felix smiled, he knew who that person was, it was Harry.

"I'll just say in private that he's got a really mean hand," Slughorn whispered, coming close to him, in a confiding tone, "but it's brilliant, he hit me in the soft spot, I'm old And my heart softens, especially when it comes to the children of my favorite students..." He sighed deeply, his walrus beard curled up comically, "By the way, she is also Muggle-born." He took Pick up a piece of pastry.

"Lily is a genius, spiritual, ingenious, and knows how to give back... Since knowing my birthday, she has given me a thoughtful gift every year, and she has never been absent, even after she graduated. When I read the news of her death in the newspaper, I knew that no one would send me warm knee pads in the future... Well, in a word, good people don’t live long.” He muttered, picked up a handkerchief and blew his nose heavily.

Felix didn't know how to respond or whether to respond to him, but he changed the subject smoothly.

"You don't know how Dumbledore pried other people's mouths open? He specially brought wine on my birthday, saying that he wanted to celebrate me, but he couldn't fool me. I know what he thinks in his heart! But I can't refuse a sumptuous dinner, even if there is no purpose for one big and one small... The most annoying thing is that he left me alone after he took advantage of it. I asked him to introduce the other two youngest ones to me. Merlin Medal winner, but he kept saying that I was not a teacher at the school and couldn't bother them... He even suggested that I write a letter!"

said Slughorn indignantly.

At this time, Dumbledore appeared on the stairs, and he spoke in a tone that was amused:

"Dear Horace, of course I am not targeting you. In fact, during this period of time, the media has been approaching me, wanting me to arrange their interviews, but I have rejected them in the name of affecting learning. Thinking it’s a good thing to let them know early on that they suddenly have a following of admirers will mess with their little heads.”

Dumbledore said, handing him a package.

"Thank you," said Slughorn, struggling to get up from the armchair to take the package.He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, and the emerald green flames flared up. "I will come again, Dumbledore!"

Slughorn stepped into the flames with one foot, hesitated for a moment, and then retracted. He dug out a small bottle from his pocket and threw it to Felix, "Pass it to Harry Potter for me, just say It was his belated birthday present."

He stepped into the flames, hugged the package, and disappeared in a comical circle.

Felix looked at the thumb-sized bottle in his hand, it was Felicia.He put it away casually, looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "Albus, I have something to tell you."

"About the Elder Wand?"

"You saw today's paper too?" Felix asked.

"Not just today's papers," said Dumbledore.

"what?"

"I got in touch this morning with some friends in France, Bulgaria, Norway, and even the United States, and they told me they had seen similar articles, but not today, the earliest records date back to a week ago."

Felix frowned.

Voldemort's plan to kill three birds with one stone was thoroughly implemented. From his point of view, Voldemort had three purposes. One was to make trouble for him and prevent him from doing other things for several months; Human life tested the authenticity of the Elder Wand; as for the third, Voldemort may still have a secret expectation, in case he and Dumbledore broke up because of this matter.

After all, he stayed in the school, and if there were always dark wizards spying on him every day, Dumbledore might really be dissatisfied.If he were Voldemort, he could take the opportunity to control a few unlucky people to sneak into the school, and cooperate with some public opinion offensive...

But with such fanfare, Felix always felt that Voldemort might have other plans.

School?Ministry of Magic?Or Sword Castle?He thought to himself.

"Finally Voldemort's got some work for the huddled Death Eaters," he said sarcastically.

"This approach really caught us off guard. If the news was only limited to the UK, I believe we would not be so passive... But at this time, many people may have sneaked into the UK illegally." Dumbledore said, "I contacted Ami Leah, she'll be here later."

Felix nodded.

"What are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked.

"Two things... First, please ask Ms. Burns to clarify to the public. Her words are more convincing than mine. With her testimony, at least the British wizarding world will not be chaotic."

"That makes sense," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"The second thing," Felix's eyes flashed with a strange light, "let out the wind and say that I have a way to prove the doubts of the outside world, and welcome 'witness' from British wizards and foreign wizards." He said on the word witness Emphasized the tone.

At this moment, he looked sharp.

The so-called witness is just a euphemism for a challenge.

You say I have the Elder Wand, but I don't need it at all. Empty hands can still make all those who covet the power of the Elder Wand despair.Felix grinned, showing his white teeth, and he was looking forward to that day.

"Felix..." Dumbledore paused.

"Don't worry," Felix glanced at him, "If it's possible, I won't take people's lives at will, but don't expect them to have a better life." In fact, if this matter were placed on Voldemort, the shadow in the dark It will only be more envious and fearful, but it will become trouble if it is put on him.

He seemed too low key.

The British mainland is better. Some of his "deeds" are faintly circulated in dark corners, and no one will easily find him.

But in foreign countries, his name seems insignificant, well, not necessarily, Felix thought, many people have seen him make a shot in the Quidditch World Cup, but he can't say how much effect it has.

When the clock struck eleven o'clock, the fire in the fireplace was burning high again.

Amelia Bones came out in a travel-stained manner.

"You are all here," she froze for a moment, then said, "It has been confirmed that a group of people entered the country illegally. Kingsley led an Auror team to make a surprise inspection of Knockturn Alley and Hogsmeade, and arrested There are more than a dozen foreign wizards here, and two of them are even fugitives from other countries.”

"There will only be more in secret," Dumbledore said softly.

"We thought so too," Ms Burns said.

"There's something wrong with the Daily Prophet—its editor must be under the Imperius Curse," Felix said suddenly.

"That's right, we tested it with the Anti-Thief Waterfall, but Barnabas Guffy doesn't remember anything, and it's hard to tell if it's a disguise in a short time." Ms. Burns said, she paused, looked Looking at Felix: "Mr. Haipe, I want to know, the wand in your hand..."

Felix waved a hand, and a black wand flew towards her.

"I did order a new wand from Mr. Ollivander—a copy of my first wand, thirteen inches, ebony, with the only difference being that the core was replaced by my own hair." Fee Leakes said he made a please gesture.

Ms. Burns showed an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry." She picked up the wand and waved it lightly, but the wand did not respond, and even resisted her magic.

"You should be able to find its characteristics. It is extremely exclusive and only suitable for me." Felix said softly, he opened his hand calmly, and the wand broke free from Ms. Burns's restraint abruptly, and flew over spontaneously, circling him Circling, humming excitedly at the same time.

"So you should be able to judge that this is the most suitable wand for me."

Ms. Burns watched this scene in amazement. In her opinion, the wand was too lively, and she subconsciously nodded.

"Wait, your hair?" She looked at Felix strangely. "Do you have the blood of a magical creature? Oh, sorry, you don't have to answer..."

Felix has a dark face, which is why he doesn't want others to know the material of the core, especially acquaintances, such as Sirius and Severus. Some sort of consensus on the matter - he'd be dead laughing.

"The reason why I use hair is related to my unique magic path." He simply explained.

"I can attest to that," said Dumbledore.

Burns thought he was talking about unique magic, so he didn't ask any further.The three discussed for a while, and finally reached an agreement.

"Oh, that's right," Ms. Burns said before leaving, "Tonks reported to me about the large puppet guards in Sword Castle. I walked around the entrance of Sword Castle and felt their extraordinary... I don't know magic. Can the Ministry purchase a batch?"

"Okay, I'll talk to Remus." Felix said, "But don't expect too much from them. Their existing defense mechanism is still relatively rigid, and they exist at most as a restraining force."

"Can it reduce combat casualties?" Ms. Burns asked.

"of course can."

"That's enough," said Ms. Burns, laughing, as she walked away from the fireplace.

Felix also got up to leave. He has to make some preparations for the next few days.He is more optimistic. In his opinion, this is a good opportunity to promote the rune system and expand the influence of the 'Future World' company. It depends on how he does it.

Varen waved goodbye to Fox, and Phoenix let out a haughty cry.

When Felix walked to the door, Dumbledore hesitated and called him from behind, "Actually, I know where the Elder Wand belongs."

Felix turned his head and looked at him deeply.

"It doesn't matter anymore," he said.

"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "In this confrontation, the truth is the only unimportant thing."

"—but I'm still interested," Felix added.

Dumbledore was a little stunned when he heard the words, and he shook his head for a while, "Well, if you insist...it's in my hands."

At this time, after a whole morning of fermentation, the news in the newspaper had spread in the school, and the students were enthusiastically discussing the topic of "Ten Magic Wands".

　I recommend a book, "It's Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor", which is also a Harry Potter fan. The author is a big ship. I have written "My Hogwarts has a big problem" before, and there is a through train underneath.

　　The introduction is as follows:
　　Sherlock Forrest, who had just crossed into the world of Harry Potter, did not have a golden finger and did not inherit the memory of the original owner, looked at the Hogwarts letter of appointment in his hand, and pouted.

　　"Just a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

　　……

　　A few years later, the Daily Prophet interviewed Harry Potter, one of the top ten wizards in the wizarding world of the 21st century.

　　"When was the happiest day of your life?"

　　There was an uncontrollable smile on Harry's face.

　　"It's the day after Professor Forrest cursed me that I would be taken away by You-Know-Who tomorrow."

　　"Well, what about the day you least want to experience?"

　　Harry's face suddenly darkened.

　　"Every Christmas."

　　"Why is this again?"

　　He covered his face in pain and couldn't help sobbing.

　　"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows that is the day!"

　　
　　Also known as "Please Shut Up, Professor Forrest!" ", "On the matter of defeating the Dark Lord, it only takes a certain professor to open his mouth", "I survived at Hogwarts just to live a healthy and happy life"

　　


(End of this chapter)