A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 556 New Project

"I've never seen such a spectacular scene!" Fred said, coming closer, with a strange sense of satisfaction on his face.

Harry looked at the notice board and understood what he meant.The names of the student associations posted on it add up to more than a hundred, and most of them were established within a week. A hundred kinds of snuff bottles", Harry's eyes searched the parchment, and sure enough, he found a similar club, but he was not sure whether it was a "Muggle handicraft" or a "magical creation of goblins".

Two feet away from him, a Hufflepuff boy happily introduced the magic drawing, "If you just animate the things drawn on the paper, it couldn't be easier. It's just the foundation of the foundation, and there are many complicated methods. You You can even interact with the people inside!"

"Isn't that the magic portrait? There are many hanging in the castle." His companion said.

"Of course it's different!" The boy blushed and raised his voice and said, "Think about it, there is a little man trapped in the maze, and he can only count on you to avoid being eaten by a hundred snails." If you escape from birth, you must use your brain to help the little man, and if he comes out, he will hold the canvas to express his gratitude to you..."

Harry listened for a while, thinking it was very interesting, but he soon realized that the boy started inviting the audience to join his "Magic Painting Club", and Harry opened his mouth in surprise.

At this moment, Hermione emerged from the crowd, beaming.

"Success!" She said happily, "Three of them intend to join SPEW, and they are all freshmen. I didn't expect the new students this year to be so caring."

"Hermione, no abuse of prefect rights. You told me that," said Ron.

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Ron pursed his lips and stopped talking, and when Hermione turned around to join the crowd again, he lowered his voice and said to Harry: "If it's not relying on the authority of the prefects, it can only mean that the current pre-school basic education for little wizards is not up to standard. Can't even spell 'vomit'..."

In the corner, Felix and Snape stood together.

"I thought you wouldn't do such innocuous things." Snape's lips squirmed, enclosing his voice in a small area, only the two of them could hear it.

"It's a piece of cake," Felix said, looking at the hustle and bustle of the students.

He felt that he had developed a weird habit after studying dementors - he liked to stay in a positive and cheerful atmosphere, but unfortunately, halfway through the research, he didn't have enough dementors in his hand up.The specific process was that the last dementor was starved, and he couldn't help stealing part of the stadium emotions he had collected so hard, so Felix did a few destructive experiments on that dementor...

While thinking about how to replenish the supply, he asked softly, "Is there a lot of pressure from part-time jobs recently?"

Snape took a deep breath and said in a deadpan tone, "It's easier than teaching a bunch of trolls."

"Oh," Felix understood, counting the Gryffindor students in the crowd. "one two three four……"

Snape turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, Felix smacked his lips, "Fortunately, I don't have this problem, both Slytherin and Gryffindor students are doing well..." He paused and said : "Someone told me that the person who can't even mention his name is very depressed recently. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are somewhat disappointed. You know, meaningless overtime is the most frustrating."

Snape didn't speak.

His memory went back half a month ago.It wasn't long after the battle at Hogsmeade that he felt the Dark Mark hot on his arm, Voldemort calling him.Of course he didn't leave immediately, which was a privilege given to him by Voldemort: because he was undercover, he didn't have to respond immediately even if he was called.

So he pretended nothing happened and waited calmly until Dumbledore came back. Dumbledore showed him a withered hand and murmured how much time he had left. Snape wanted to punch him On Dumbledore's twisted nose.

Dumbledore wasn't hurt at all, at least according to Snape, it wasn't the hand that really needed to be concerned, but his suddenly younger face.But after Snape asked a few words, the subject was diverted.

Snape knew what Dumbledore meant, he stared at the withered, scorched, lifeless hand, deeply recorded this picture, imprinted it in his mind, and could freely combine it into what he wanted when he needed it. memory.

That day until the evening, the Dark Mark changed twice more, each time more urgently, and in the end it even caused him unbearable pain.

So Snape had to go to meet Voldemort a little earlier than expected, and he thought of a reason before he left - Dumbledore ordered him to stay in the school, and he couldn't get away.But after the meeting, Voldemort didn't ask any relevant questions. He had never seen Voldemort lose his composure so much, and those red eyes seemed to want to devour others.

Bellatrix—the key woman, whom Dumbledore had brought to his attention—was now with Voldemort, fearful.

After Voldemort asked him to go back, he went to a secret room on the eighth floor of the castle and retrieved a tattered crown. "A large cabinet full of miscellaneous things, splashed with strong acid, a bust of a wizard with a hood, a broken disappearing cabinet..." He described it in detail, for fear that Snape would not be able to find it.

Snape agreed, though he expected Voldemort to be disappointed.

Then Voldemort asked about Harry Potter's scars in detail, Snape said it in detail, and then he asked about Parseltongue, this secret was exposed as early as Harry's second grade, Snape There is nothing to hide either.There was a long, suffocating silence after the questioning.Bellatrix remained as motionless as a quail, maintaining a ridiculous movement throughout the conversation.

Finally, Voldemort asked about Dumbledore's injuries. According to Dumbledore's explanation, Snape described in detail every scene he saw the headmaster from the beginning of school to the present. These scenes have a common feature, that is, Dumbledore Lido has been wearing gloves.

Hearing this, Voldemort's face had a complex look of annoyance and joy intertwined.

Snape was then ordered to return to school immediately to check on the diadem.And the news must be reported to him before dawn.

Snape felt that Voldemort was crazy. He didn't seem to care whether his undercover agent would be exposed, but he agreed anyway. Snape returned to the school, appeared ghostly on the eighth floor, and then turned a corner into the principal's office—— This is the life of a double-faced undercover agent, and even reporting takes twice as long.

Guessing that the time was almost up, he met Voldemort again.

This time the meeting place was changed to the old house of August Rookwood, the 'loyal' Death Eater who is currently imprisoned in Azkaban, so his home was unceremoniously occupied by Voldemort .Bellatrix was still at Voldemort's side, and it looked as though he intended to keep her with him.

Snape reported the collected information calmly, and the crown was naturally lost.Voldemort was furious, even 'furious' was an understatement, as he paced the dimly lit room, hissing hissing stick in his hand.Voldemort cursed Dumbledore loudly, using almost every vicious language he could think of.

The opposite order came from his mouth.

He first asked Snape to poison Dumbledore by taking the opportunity to heal Dumbledore with a look of resentment, "Let Dumbledore die, die!" Voldemort roared wildly, but it didn't take long for him to veto the idea, "Go and investigate the whereabouts of the crown," he said through gritted teeth. "We must find out whether it was destroyed or hidden... If necessary, you can break into the principal's office, no, wait for my news..."

"I will arrange spies from the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with your operation."

But after half a month, there was no news from Voldemort as if he was dead, and Snape didn't know who the spy Voldemort was talking about, so that person wouldn't stop coming, right?
In the next few days, Hogwarts was shrouded in a restless atmosphere.

Although the last weekend of November is still a few days away, students are already eager to get into action, often taking the opportunity of classes from different houses together to recruit members for their clubs.

According to Felix's observation, Gryffindor and Slytherin basically had no interaction, but they all chose Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students to start.

Even when going out for a walk, you can see students from different colleges gathering together and whispering.

It's just that he didn't expect that there were some students who would make their minds on him.

"Hi, Felix." Luna hid behind a piece of armor and looked around, and jumped out excitedly when she saw him.

Felix walked over, "Luna?" He looked at her in surprise.Not far from them, a group of girls hid behind the pillars and looked at them.

"That's right," Luna said with a serious face, "I want to invite you to join my club."

"Your club is—"

"'The Horned Snork Must Exist' Club."

"Uh——" Felix paused, and asked tentatively, "Could it be that you can't recruit people and want to ask me to make up the number? It's not impossible, but I'm a professor after all, and I recommend Varun..."

"Oh, no, I've got enough three people." Luna said happily, "but if you gather all the students from the four colleges and one professor, you can engrave the club's name on the candles in the auditorium, first come first." Yeah, I gotta hurry up."

Felix was slightly dazed, "Why didn't I know this happened?"

"It's a hidden clue," Luna said.

It’s gossip, Felix said in his heart, he should have expected that with the temperament of Hogwarts students, all kinds of reliable and unreliable rumors would definitely spread, but he didn’t expect that it was Luna who was recruited. He glanced at the students in the corner, probably they were the ones who encouraged him.

Felix thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "Since you found out, well, I agree. Don't tell anyone else."

After he left, Luna was immediately surrounded by a group of girls chirping.

"How is it, did it work?"

Luna nodded.

"Is the news true?" a girl asked.

"The professor won't let me tell." Luna replied blankly.

"Oh..." The girls looked at each other meaningfully, which seemed to be true, and they dispersed in a long voice, not knowing which professor to go to.

Felix returned to the office, thinking about making a portable dementor capture cage, and selling it to the Ministry of Magic at that time, just pay the bill with dementors.He sat on the sofa in a daze, without thinking for a long time. He raised his head and saw that Varun was sitting opposite him with "A New Explanation of the Magic Text", flipping the pages quickly.

This academic magazine was published by Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood, who sent Felix a sample every month, along with a complete set of "The Quibbler" for that month.

"The Quibbler" is a typical wizarding tabloid. Although its circulation is not high, it does not lack readers.According to Felix's understanding-although Luna vehemently denied it-the positioning of this newspaper is similar to entertainment news, which contains all kinds of hilarious conspiracy theories and discussions of virtual creatures.

Of course, serious topics are sometimes discussed in a serious manner, but the conclusions drawn are often unimaginable.Felix anonymously published a few small essays on it, imagining the future wizarding society.One of them was about Mars exploration:
"A wizard was going to take a Muggle-made aircraft to grow vegetables on Mars. He was stopped for using the traceless stretching spell to carry [-] Muggle smugglers. The Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government claimed that they would amend the law to prohibit the carrying of all opaque containers. As a result, hot water bottles on Mars have become a rare resource..."

The response has been lukewarm.

Instead, Luna's father followed a similar pattern and wrote a short story: A fortune-teller traveled to Mars, because the "halo" of Mars was too strong to make predictions, which caused the fortune-teller to fly on a broom by accident. Hit by a meteorite.

This little story has become a popular joke at the moment. According to the degree of closure of the wizarding world, it is estimated that it will not become obsolete if it is circulated for a hundred years...

Varun is not interested in the jerky theories in "A New Explanation of the Runic Text", but he likes to find the names of acquaintances on it.While flipping through the pages, it took out its precious wand to write and draw in the air, and soon there were crooked letters all over the office. Felix felt dizzy, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the words in the air. Together, knead into a shiny ball.

Warren yelled in dissatisfaction.

Felix threw the ball to Varen, and Varen threw it back to him angrily, and soon the adults and children happily played this interesting (boring) little game.

Before going to sleep, Felix suddenly remembered to write a letter to his new pen pal who lived in Nurmengardberg——

"...

It's not a matter of courage, and it has nothing to do with laziness, it's a matter of brains.Even if I was born in your era, I would not choose to be an enemy of 60 wizards and 20 billion ordinary people-in my opinion, enslavement is the most time-consuming and labor-intensive method-not to mention that the population of both sides has almost tripled.

Speaking of doubling, I suddenly remembered a question about the expansion spell.I have a co-worker who grows special, um, extra-large pumpkins... Do you think eating this enchanted pumpkin for a long time will cause you malnutrition?Or is it harmful to the soil?

I think this topic is more valuable and can be classified as Muggle studies.Or come up with a new name?

……

Enclosed are two political books, as well as an excellent newspaper that I strongly recommend——"The Quibbler", which has sold more than [-] copies in a single day, and is very worth reading. "

After writing the letter, Felix raised his head and straightened his waist. Varun, who was lying on the opposite side of the desk, immediately closed the diary and looked at him warily.

Felix pouted, wondering which unlucky guy in the school was defeated by Varen again this time.It's a pity that he only saw two names, one is Astoria, and the other is Mafalda...

　It's a bit of a cavan, writing chapters daily as a transition.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)