A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 562 Hawthorn Wood Wand (Thank you for the monthly pass)
Over the next two days, Felix found himself running into Filch on various occasions.

From the faculty lounge, the ancient rune classroom, to the entrance of the auditorium, behind a certain pillar in the corridor, you can see his stiff and fawning face from time to time... Felix has been waiting for the Weasley twins to be locked up news, but there was no movement at all.He reckoned Filch spent all his time wondering how he'd 'meeted' him.

On the morning of the third day, Filch squatted at the door of the ancient rune office with an iron bucket, a rag, and other cleaning tools, working hard while panting.

"Hey..." Filch showed his big yellow teeth, "Professor Haip, I see the door is a bit dirty..."

"Come in and sit down, Mr. Filch."

While evading, Filch swiftly flashed in, showing an agility that was completely out of his age.His eyes seemed to light up when he saw Varun entertaining himself on the sofa and controlling a group of colorful little figures dancing with his own magic wand.

"Mr. Filch?" Felix called twice before he recovered himself.

Filch rubbed his hands flatteringly, "Your Xixiu is really smart, it is said that you can also write."

"Thanks," Felix said curtly. "Bang." He closed the door.

……

"I'm a Squib, Mr. Hype," said Filch in a low voice. "A Squib means—"

"I know the definition of a Squib," Felix said. "We can get to the point faster because I see that you seem to be struggling for a long time."

"Oh, yes, yes." Filch said pitifully, "Squibs...well, we've never been taken seriously, second-class citizens, not even as good as house-elves, at least they can use magic...you don't You know, I have to carry a kerosene lamp to fight wits and courage with those mischievous students who stay out at night..."

"I remember the school purchased a batch of small magic lamps." Felix reminded him.

"Yes, yes, but the lights are too bright to catch people easily," said Filch slyly.

Felix was silent, not wanting to comment on the war between Filch and the students at all.All he knew was that Hogwarts needed someone to help keep order, lock the doors at night, and clean the castle at his leisure, and so there was Filch.

Filch did a good job, but he also extended his rights infinitely, and suggested that the school restore corporal punishment many times. The root cause is naturally out of jealousy towards students.

At the same time, Felix also understood why Filch came to him.

"...we don't even have a birth record! Proof of our identities can only be confirmed by looking up parents' names...my family was upset when I was ten years old and hadn't shown any magical abilities. 11 years old Naturally, I didn’t receive the notice from Hogwarts, and they began to discuss sending me away to a Muggle school, but they failed because there was a war outside at that time!” Old Filch said angrily Said: "People are dying everywhere and they are terrified and they have to keep me... and pretend I don't exist because I'm embarrassing them and the rest of the family doesn't come..."

"Professor Haip—Mr. Haip—of course you know how much I have been ridiculed. As an adult, I wandered alone in the wizarding world. If Ms. Oakby hadn't encouraged me..."

"Idris Okbe?" Felix asked.

"It was her. She was a good person, better than anyone else. It's a pity that she died ten years ago. Good people don't last long..." Filch said emotionally.

Felix blinked. He had heard something similar in the headmaster's office, where plump Slughorn ate a frosted pineapple and lamented the misfortune of one of his favorite students, Lily.Felix believed these words to be entirely sincere, for Slughorn had paid for a vial of Felicia.

The full name of Oakby in Filch's mouth is Idris Oakby. Her only well-known contribution is founding the Squib Support Association. The purpose of this association is to help Squibs living in the magic world as much as possible...

Oakby died ten years ago at the age of 113.But in Filch's mouth, it became "good people don't live long"...

"More than 20 years ago, I was still working as a handyman everywhere. I was reluctant to buy newspapers, and I picked up people's leftovers every day, until one day." Filch suddenly blushed and his eyes widened: "You know Did I see anything?"

"A job posting?"

Felix conjures up in his mind the image of a stubborn, cynical, idle middle-aged man, working menial jobs and burning with jealousy.He had better options, of course, but his entire childhood had been spent in the wizarding world, and letting Filch go would be tantamount to killing him.He just dawdled around like this, until one day, this middle-aged man got a newspaper from a trash can—or from a wizard on the street—that completely changed his destiny.

Seeing the recruitment notice above, there was Filch, the Hogwarts castle administrator.

"That's right! I still came to Hogwarts! Although it was 30 years late, I still came. I saw young students, sir, you don't know how jealous I am of them..." Filch looked crazy , half of his face twisted and trembling strangely, as if for the first time he freely revealed the dark secret in his heart.

Varen, who was playing with the colored figurine, was stunned, staring blankly at Filch, whose expression was out of control.It looked at the big devil, then at Filch, wondering if he should sneak out and call his cat over, his snot was about to drip into the iron bucket.

Fortunately, Filch took out a dirty handkerchief from his pocket just in time.He blew his nose violently as if venting, and the corners of his handkerchief flew wildly.Filch raised his head, showing his red nose, and smiled obsequiously: "Mr. Haip, I made you laugh. You are one of the few people in school who have helped me. I don't think there is any need to hide—"

He met a pair of silver eyes, and the silver light covered the pupils and the whites of the eyes.He had never seen such a scene before, and he was speechless in fear.

"Filch, do you know the definition of a squib?" Felix asked.

Filch felt baffled, he wanted to explain at the beginning of the conversation, but was stopped by Felix, and now Felix picked up the topic again, Filch thought he was mocking him, his The face becomes ugly.

"Like many concepts in the wizarding world, Squib is a very broad concept, and we can define it from various angles." Felix said calmly: "The common definition in the wizarding world is that-born in a wizard family, but unable to show Anyone with magical abilities is called a Squib."

Filch looked at him blankly.

"Hai, Professor Haipu?"

"I hope you can notice the subtle difference here, it's the key to sustaining the conversation—" Filch's face showed obvious confusion, but he kept his mouth shut.Professor Haipu's expression at the moment is a little scary. "—A lot of parents are actually unable to determine whether their children are Squibs, and there is no way to quantify... What really makes them give up is the Hogwarts notification letter. If they receive it, they are naturally not Squibs. Even if he cast the spell at the beginning It's lame... You actually have the experience of casting spells, right?" Felix asked abruptly.

Filch froze, he faltered, "I didn't, I didn't—"

"No, you don't understand me..." Felix's silver eyes stared at him, staring at the meager magical power in his body like a stubborn stone, but this is just an exaggerated metaphor. From any angle, magic power and stone It's two different things.They cannot be the same.

Felix murmured, "It's not a complete spell, it's those small, occasional experiences that you even take as delusions: fiddle with a small piece of paper, and before the cup shatters, the force is relieved...you You've had that experience, haven't you?"

"I..." Filch thought hard, and put on a thoughtful look, "I guess there is... Right!" He suddenly shouted, startling Varen again, and raised his little wand to block it. Front.Filch tried to keep his eyes wide open, flashes of memory flashing, "I remember a particularly stubborn stain a few years ago, and I used a whole bottle of detergent to no avail, and I just stared at it, stared at it... …was a bit dazed and then it was gone…does that count?”

He looked at Felix expectantly.

"We can try it," said Felix with interest, jumping up from his armchair as if staring at an interesting experiment.

Half an hour later, Filch left excitedly.

"Mr. Filch," Felix called to him from behind, "your magic response is too weak, if you don't mind, I would like to ask—"

"Oh no, that's good enough for me," Filch grinned cheerfully, holding a small gem-encrusted stick in both hands, "even if it only works once in ten, it's fine for me." What a great thing!"

Not for me, Felix thought.

After careful study, he discovered that Filch's magic fluctuations were much weaker than Varen's.Even comparing Valen and Filch is a little bullying, although Valen is a snuffer, but it is a normal snuffer, not a squib snuffer.

In terms of talent, it simply beats Filch.

Felix spent a lot of thought, and finally added five 'amplification loops' to have a slight effect.The result was the stick in Filch's hand that was encrusted with seven jewels: one stored magic power, five engraved with amplification circuits, and only the last one contained the actual magic - the Cleansing Charm.

So far it can only go so far.

Felix pulled back his mixed thoughts and said calmly: "You misunderstood, Argus. I mean, your situation is very typical, and I plan to spend more time studying several similar cases—of course not now —You should know some friends who have the same trouble as you, right?"

Filch blinked his eyes twice, and asked tentatively, "You want to know them?"

Felix shrugged. "As you said, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have their names. It's not easy to find them..."

With the door closed, Felix sat on the couch and played Crackle and Blast with Warren.

But his mind had flown elsewhere.

Squibs have always played the role of invisible people. In comparison, the recent series of preferential policies introduced by the Ministry of Magic to attract werewolves to register actively is enough to illustrate their attitude.

A Filch certainly doesn't matter, but the Squibs are a group that naturally connects the wizarding and normal worlds.If one day the wizarding world is forced to be made public, the most suitable candidates for traveling between the two worlds that Felix can think of are the Squib group.

Felix seemed to see the second hole card beckoning to him... Well, he decided to ignore it for now, Voldemort is still alive and kicking.He intends to lose the preliminary work to the employees of the "future world" company.

Gotta find something for them to do.

"Hey! (You lost!)"

Felix came back to his senses and found that Varen was quickly recording in a small notebook, "On a certain day of a certain year, the first time the Great Demon King lost to the genius Varen..." Felix, who was peeking from the side, Angrily, Si confiscated the notebook.

"This one doesn't count, let's play another hundred rounds!"

……

In the last Ancient Rune class before Christmas, Felix looked at the students who were not in the mood for class at all.

"Professor, Professor Flitwick allowed us to move freely in class." A student boldly hinted.His words drew murmurs of approval, "Yes, professor, you only need to leave the last 2 minutes to assign your homework." Another student boldly said.

Felix looked at them with a half-smile, "It's not impossible. I will assign homework first, and if you think the rest of the time should be free, I completely agree..."

There was already suppressed cheers from the audience, and the two students who spoke enjoyed heroic gazes.

"Since some students can't cast spells during the holidays, I won't leave practical homework. It's all on the 'answer parchment', and you'll find a new gift symbol on it... the one hanging on the Christmas tree, yes , that's your vacation homework."

The students opened the parchment one after another.

Harry stared at the 'Christmas tree' in a daze: there was a little lion under the tree, looking silly.It kept jumping up and opening its claws to pull down the gift box hanging on the branch, but the result was of course in vain.

There is also an image of a glowing wand next to the gift box.

He turned his head and saw Hermione happily poked it with her wand, and the gift box on the tree immediately fell down, and was rushed by the anxious little lion. "Bang!" The little lion was overwhelmed by the test paper.

"It's very original, isn't it?" she said cheerfully.

"Yeah, it looks pretty festive," Harry muttered, with no sign of joy on his face.

"You know, OWLs year." Felix said happily on the podium, and after a while, he pretended to have just seen the gloomy atmosphere in the classroom, "Oh, come on, I always hoped that you would be happy Study... well, I can give you a chance."

All the students raised their heads.

"If you can prove to me that you have indeed mastered this part of knowledge, my homework just makes you repeat meaningless labor... I can consider reducing it appropriately." Felix said with a very sinister heart, "I specially prepared An exam, it's not necessary, it's really not good to have an exam before Christmas..."

The students who had been clamoring for freedom of movement just now lost their temper. They stared blankly for a long time, and finally looked at Felix.

"Hurry up and distribute the test papers, professor!" a student shouted.

This statement basically marked the end of the open and secret struggle between the professor and the students, and the students suffered a crushing defeat.

Of course, they also think it's a good deal.

Harry spread out the thick test paper and was about to answer the question, but Hermione made the paper rattle.He couldn't help but glance to the side, and saw Hermione looking through the paper quickly, beaming.Hariford has a deep heart and learns from others. He soon discovered a secret.

The test paper was divided into ten parts, including translation, reasoning meaning, and investigation of the production steps of twelve kinds of amulets.Reminiscent of the professor's explanation just now, Harry immediately started to do what he was best at. Ron on the side just answered the question in silence. Harry used his mouth to signal twice that he didn't notice it, so he had no choice but to give up.

As time passed, the only sound in the classroom was the slight rustle of the quill pen rubbing against the parchment, which sounded pleasing to the eye.

Finally, the get out of class bell rang.

Harry looked up and looked around the classroom.It was found that very few students had finished answering the test paper, and only Hermione was staring at the test paper and chanting words.

"Stop answering questions." Felix announced, and all the test papers flew towards him and were neatly stacked on the podium. "I'll finish grading before the holiday...Okay, you can leave now."

The students exchanged expressions of excitement and excitement with each other, packed up their things and left the classroom one by one.

"You go first," Draco Malfoy said to his two henchmen, and Crabbe and Goyle scrunched up their faces, seemingly not understanding, until he said it again, and they shrugged and walked away alone .

Draco stood in front of Felix, fine beads of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

"That's right, Professor Hemp—" he stammered.

Felix raised his hand to stop him, turned his head and glanced at Harry, Ron and Hermione who were still lingering at the door and refused to leave, "Bang!" The door slammed shut in front of them. "Now we can talk."

Draco froze for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Professor, I want to ask if you have time for Christmas. I want to invite you to my house..."

"Lucius asked you to ask?" Felix asked calmly.

Draco looked up at him, no emotion on his face.He stammered, "No, no, it's me... I think... Well, you've always been very kind to me, not only teaching me Apparition and Apparition, but even Occlumency." It is a profound magic, even if my father knows it, he will let me express his gratitude."

Felix looked down at him. His fair hair and pointed chin were just like his father's.Felix didn't speak for a long time.

"Don't think too much, there are many things that are not your turn to participate in, all you have to do is to enjoy a happy Christmas holiday."

"But Potter and the others—" Draco said dissatisfied with a blush on his pale face.

"They're not like you," Felix said firmly. "Merry Christmas to you in advance, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco turned abruptly away, he pushed the door open - "Draco?" he heard the professor's voice say, and Draco turned his head excitedly.Professor Haipu stood in front of the huge window, and the clean and clear sunlight outside poured into the classroom and fell on the professor's back.It completely blinded him to see the man's face, and he squinted his eyes.

"Your wand is made of hawthorn?" asked the professor.

"Yes, Professor," Draco said.

"The wand made of this material is especially suitable for medical magic, you may consider it."

(End of this chapter)