A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 609 A welcome change

The way the two talked and laughed at Yanyan made Professor McGonagall completely confused. She snorted dissatisfiedly, her tone was very aggressive.

"So I won't have the honor of witnessing a fight between my colleagues?"

"Minerva," Felix said with a smile, "There was a small misunderstanding between me and Mr. Bagshot, which stemmed from my ambiguity about his position... But now, I am looking forward to working with him .”

Professor McGonagall looked skeptical.

"You knew each other before?"

"Just by letter," Grindelwald said calmly, "I originally wanted to save the surprise until the first day of school." He tapped the ground with his cane, "Sometimes I have to admit that the elderly are more patient."

"I think it's quite the opposite," said Felix, mildly but sharply.

Professor McGonagall tightened his lips. "Seriously, we'd better—well, Mr. Bagshot, please come with me—" Grindelwald nodded to Felix, then followed her away, and when the two brushed each other When he passed by, Varun, who was hiding on Felix's shoulder, jumped out, with one hand on his hip, and the other pointing at him, gesticulating indignantly.

Grindelwald froze slightly and walked away.

After waiting for a few seconds, Felix turned around and looked at their leaving figures, then strode towards the principal's office.Dumbledore opened the door twice as slowly as usual, and he stopped by the window, gazing at the verdant mountains in the distance.

When he turned around, Felix saw Dumbledore with a lonely expression. There seemed to be tears in his eyes, and he had swallowed the question on his lips. He changed the question: "Albus, what is in your hand?" Are you cursing?"

"I see no reason to keep it," said Dumbledore lightly.

"But I found that you still wear that ring, you seem to like it?" Felix casually picked up the topic.

Dumbledore lowered his head to look at the ugly ring he was wearing. His hand was unconsciously stroking the black gemstone on it. He smiled slightly and said, "Who doesn't like ancient and special heritage? See Wusi people! I have seen the last descendant of the Gaunt family, no, not Voldemort, but his uncle Morfin. And from Morfin's memory, I saw Voldemort's mother and grandfather."

"What kind of people are they?" Felix became interested.

"Frankly speaking, it's a terrible family." Dumbledore hesitated, and said: "Old Marvolo, his son Morfin, and daughter Merope, they are used to marrying close relatives, and the various personalities brought about by this Flaws kept them from turning over at all, life was poor, Merope was a little bit better, but her two relatives... let's be fair, they were irrational, very bad tempered, violent - I mean It is their uncontrollable desire to attack, but they are arrogant and conceited to the point of being unreasonable."

"And stubbornness," Felix added.

"Yes, maybe this is the root of the problem. They are so stubborn that they don't want to make any changes." Dumbledore agreed, "This is a common problem of most ancient families. They hold the honor of their ancestors and refuse to let go, but you have to ask What did they do for the glory, I would say - next to nothing.

An increasingly rigid mind and body, not much better than a ghoul.

Whenever there is a little bit of reason and courage among these family members, they will find an opportunity to escape and never go back.This is true of Merope, and so is the other branch of Slytherin, the mother of the founder of Ilvermorny. "

A moment of silence.

Felix waited quietly, and sure enough Dumbledore spoke.

"I think I owe you an explanation." He said softly: "Gellert...his physical condition is very poor, and his long-term prison life has destroyed his health. Even if he is completely free from the shackles of magic, he cannot recover At the peak, the overall strength may not be as good as Alastor... I admit that I am a little soft-hearted, he will stay in school for a year, and then return to Nurmengard."

"In the meantime, I'll keep an eye on him."

Felix understood Dumbledore's complicated emotions towards this close friend and opponent, he nodded silently, "Then what is his purpose? Is it simply to teach students, or..."

"Ah, we've got to the point." Dumbledore said, "He showed great curiosity about you, and he also mentioned Professor Bubaji. If it's not bad, he will visit the greenhouse later!"

"Uh--"

Although Dumbledore's tone did not contain a hint of blame, Felix felt embarrassed.

This matter has a lot to do with him.He knew that Grindelwald was a proud person, and he could tell from the lines in the reply letter, but Felix didn't respect the ideas of the old seniors at all. Instead, he introduced the new changes in the magic world to Grindelwald under various banners. , some of the short sentences, such as 'you may not know', 'there was no such thing in that era'... are used extremely frequently.

This may have touched a sensitive nerve in Grindelwald - a strong sense of frustration.

This kind of frustration has nothing to do with knowledge, wisdom, or temperament. It is simply that he has been closed for too long and has fallen behind a whole era, so he can almost only passively accept the facts thrown out by Felix, while he himself There was nothing to fight back except to stare blankly.

His life had come to a standstill as early as [-], and it had ended in failure.That would never change as long as he remained in Nurmengard's cell.

Now, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran out from inside.

Felix was a little ashamed, though the shame disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Well, do you know something, Albus? Grindelwald seems to have a good relationship with Harry. I saw Harry taking him to buy a new cane..."

Dumbledore raised his head sharply, "Is this true?"

Felix shrugged.

Dumbledore left in a hurry, and Felix could well imagine what would happen afterwards: Grindelwald was forced to stay in the castle, away from Harry.Because—as Dumbledore dreaded—Grindelwald's mind was poisonous.

"Tsk."

Felix whistled happily and wandered around the empty principal's office.The portraits of previous principals who had been sleeping in the frame opened their eyes one after another, whispering to each other.

"Dumbledore will pay for his softness," said an old witch with long silver curly hair pessimistically.

"He's so irrational," another yellow-faced wizard echoed.

"We should trust Dumbledore's decision, he is the wisest among us, and don't forget, the prophecy that man mentioned—" An old wizard with a weak physique said slowly.

Felix, who was obsessed with stroking Fox's gorgeous and beautiful golden-red feathers, pricked up his ears, predicting?

"Hush!" roared the fat wizard with a big red nose.

The portraits kept their mouths shut, refusing to reveal their secrets after realizing that there was an outsider like Felix.

"Ahem." Felix listened for a while, paced over, and knocked on the frame of the old witch with silver curly hair, "Excuse me, ma'am, the prophecy you just mentioned—"

A clear, very realistic grunt sounded in his ears, and he even saw the saliva dripping from the corner of the old witch's mouth.

Felix: "..."

He changed his position and walked to the portrait of the red-nosed wizard next to him. The wizard slumped on the table with a plop, and then the sound of snoring echoed in the circular office, and soon all the portraits fell asleep. But Felix clearly saw the portraits stalking him from under their noses.

"Don't ask, bad boy, we won't tell." Phineas Black's portrait said triumphantly: "Unless you are the headmaster, we will listen to you, otherwise it will be useless. And You are still a long way from this position..."

He pointed to the principal's chair behind the long-legged desk, and his attitude was self-explanatory.

Felix snorted softly.

"Didn't Sirius tell you? I have a good relationship with the current Minister of Magic. It is easy for me to apply to enter the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries, where copies of all prophecies are stored."

"You can try it." The portrait of Principal Black squinted his sly eyes and urged in an unpleasant tone.

Felix froze on the spot, he said unconfidently: "Is...is there any difference? It's impossible, I mean...all the prophecies are on it, there will be no exceptions, there can be no exceptions! You are Lie to me, want to see my disappointed expression, I will not fulfill your wish..."

The portrait of Headmaster Black laughed.

"Muggle-born people," he said with emotion, "a lot of knowledge will not be recorded at all, and it will be passed on orally, understand? Didn't someone tell you that prophecy is not only verbal, but also—"

"Shut up! You idiot." Someone in the sleeping portrait finally couldn't help it and shouted loudly.

"It's not just verbal..." Felix said to himself expressionlessly, chewing on the meaning of the words, "What could it be? Maybe something that needs to be interpreted, tea, crystal ball, astrology," the corner of his eye Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Headmaster Black, who was protesting in protest at the headmistress who had interjected and frightened him with a stout wand.

"Or a short image? A scene in the future?"

Felix thought that he had received a false prophecy, and that time it was just a short picture, a small piece of memory... Although he borrowed a time converter, who said that this is not a way of prophecy?And Felix believes that this method is much more reliable than formal predictions.

He left the headmaster's office, and as expected saw Dumbledore returning with a serious face, followed by Grindelwald.

"I've seen a lot of people during this time... Are you going to find them one by one and correct their thinking?"

"If necessary," said Dumbledore quietly.

Grindelwald shut his mouth, watched Felix come down the stairs, and stopped.

"Sue the teacher? Children's tricks." He tilted his head and said.

"Simple and effective, isn't it?" Felix responded with a smile. "Sorry, I still have to go to the concert... It's a pity you can't go, Mr. Bagshot." He said cheerfully: "I will share with you when I have time." My experience is just like before."

Grindelwald glared at him fiercely.

"Felix!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice, interrupting the two people's unfriendly speeches. He is now having a headache. "Felix, Mr. Bagshot will stay at school for the rest of the summer vacation. Trouble You run and bring back his luggage."

He puts a lot of emphasis on the surname 'Bashshot'.

"Happy to help, sir." Felix said with a grin. "If I run into Harry, I'll let him know that the friend he just met is temporarily unable to return for some reason."

Dumbledore leaves with Grindelwald.

He has begun to regret in his heart. This hasty decision has shown many obstacles from the very beginning, not to mention that after the school starts, he must ensure that Grindelwald will not take the opportunity to spread dangerous remarks. , he doesn't have that much time to follow the seventh grade, and Grindelwald doesn't have the energy, maybe it's a good idea to recruit another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...

On the other hand, of course Felix didn't go to the concert, because it wasn't today.

He rang the bell at number four, Privet Drive.

Since the last time he came here was not pleasant, he didn't even finish his self-introduction, so he put a little effort into it.With a new hairstyle, clothes, and most importantly, a pair of square gold-rimmed glasses, she looks like an elite professional.

The one who opened the door was Fernon Dursley, who was tall and burly, so fat that he almost didn't even have a neck. His eyes were bloodshot and his mental state was very bad. It seemed that he hadn't slept well in the past few days. "What's the matter—" he shouted roughly, but when he saw Felix wearing an expensive outfit, he lowered his voice guiltyly, "Hello? May I ask you—"

"Felix Hep, take the liberty to visit." He picked up the gift box in his hand, and when Fernon saw the price tag on the gift box, his eyes straightened slightly. "I have something important to--um, can I go in and talk about it?"

"Of course, of course," said Vernon Dursley, opening the door kindly, fixing his small greedy eyes on the watch that Felix had inadvertently revealed, "I think - twenty thousand pounds at least? "

"Perhaps. I didn't notice," said Felix casually, as he entered the room.

"Don't!" Feinon yelled suddenly behind him, the bloodshot eyes seemed to swell, but Felix had already walked into the living room, he turned around, did he get noticed?
"what happened?"

A thin, long-necked woman came out of the kitchen, still holding a spoon for some unknown reason.Their child, Dudley Dursley, was lying on the sofa reading a comic book, and the family had a great time, which was perfectly normal, except——

comic book!
Petunia stared wide-eyed, looking terrified and annoyed, that weird, animated, goddamn comic book set!She froze in place, at a loss.In the narrow hallway, the husband silently made exaggerated gestures, which must not be discovered by the guests!She walked over quickly, trying to block Dudley behind her with a grin on her long, stiff face - although it was useless, her son was at least twice her size and probably three times her weight.

Felix handed over the gift box.

"That's your kid? Looks like—what's his name?"

"Yes, yes, Dudley - Dudley - Dudley!" Petunia's voice quivered.She found that she had never been so desperate, even more desperate than when she cleaned up the room a few days ago and found her son's little secret.

Dudley was engrossed in reading.

The manga in his hand seemed to possess magical powers. Whenever he opened it, he couldn't help but read along that segment.At this moment, he was watching with relish—since he had been discovered, he didn’t have to hide—the little wizard Mick accidentally blew up the birthday cake his friend prepared for him, and he tried every means to find an excuse.

"What's the matter?" he asked lazily, "Is it time for dinner?"

It's not normal to not have a prompt, enthusiastic response.

He looked up and found a young man looking at him with interest. This person seemed familiar... For some reason, he thought of the ice mouse in the wizarding world. The book said that this snack came from Honeydukes.

Mom has closed her eyes in pain and dare not look at it. Dad—his face turned the color of pig liver.

What's going on... Dudley's eyes widened suddenly, his book!He jumped up from the sofa like a whale landing on the shore, but it turned out to be futile. His body's shock absorption was amazingly good, no different from a fish out of water. Moaning on the sofa.

Instead, the book in his hand flew up.

Four pairs of eyes were staring at the comic book as it slid across a curve in mid-air, precisely hitting the delicate shoe of the guest, and bounced off.The above pages seem to hide a dozen screens, and every character is happily moving and smiling.

After an unknown amount of time, Feinon finally came back to life, and he stammered forward to explain.

"Hip, Hip, Mr. Hip, listen to me, this book, this book—"

"No need to explain, I fully understand—" Felix said easily, but the three people in the room became more frightened. "No, no, it must be explained! It must be explained!" Fernon shouted, arms outstretched , There is a tendency to block the door and not let go by one's own strength.

"I don't think it's necessary," Felix said, shaking his head. "I'm so happy that the readers like my book. I can't imagine that there will be such a gratifying change just because we haven't seen each other for a year..."

"Reader?" Petunia asked in a low voice.

"Your book?" Feinon's small eyes widened.

"Haven't seen you in a year?" Dudley swallowed.

"Yeah, I thought you guys knew that." Felix tapped the comic book on the floor with his chin, "It has my name written on it."

(End of this chapter)