A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 625 Quidditch Selection
When Felix returned to his office, it was late and the sky had turned jet black.

Varun yawned boredly, and let the tip of the exclusive magic wand emit colorful sparks. It couldn't understand: why the guy who fried the little snake could do incredible things with the exclusive magic wand?Obviously it has more gems.

When he saw the big devil push open the door and come out, Varun immediately jumped onto his shoulder, chattering non-stop.

"You can't compare him to Filch," Felix said, "Filch has really never been in contact with magic in all these years, so even if he changed to another exclusive wand, he still had to rely heavily on the magic wand inside the gem. Built-in magic..." He looked at the desk, where there were several letters, and scattered owl paw prints and biscuit crumbs.

Varen patted his chest, indicating that he entertained the guests.

"Good job."

Felix went to the table and sat down, opened the letter, and glanced at it quickly. The first two letters were from Ms. Burns and Lupine respectively. The only surprise was that Rita Skeeter also wrote to him. Believe it.

The owner of several letters gave a brief introduction of his recent situation, and Ms. Burns was the shortest, because she had been writing letters during this period, so many greetings were omitted.

"...Everything is fine, Sirius sent me a set of puzzles today, saying it was a Muggle pastime...Merlin, I don't know what's going on in his mind, don't I look busy enough?" The next couple of paragraphs were all about Sirius and his new job, but mostly complaints that served no purpose other than to make Felix even more regretful that he hadn't caught him before school started. "He's not the only one who collects intelligence, but I lack someone I can completely trust. It's rumored in the ministry that I'm preparing a whole set of reform plans, but I feel more like a puppet, Felix Haip, you You bastard, you never told me that you brought the Futureworld company into Muggle society, seven branches!"

Felix grinned. After so many days of correspondence, Ms. Burns had become familiar with him—or perhaps learned from Sirius, Felix wrote it down.He picked up the quill and wrote back.

"Amelia, those seven stores won't be used in future plans, and the clerks don't know that their boss is a juggler, which will seriously discourage them from working... Regarding the staffing problem, I do have Some proposals. If it is for the sake of confidentiality, I suggest that you expand the Muggle Affairs Department to a limited extent, and the reason is ready-made: the old laws cannot keep up with the changes of the times, and the provisions are urgently needed to be expanded, and a large amount of information needs to be collected for this..."

Felix glanced at Rita Skeeter's pink envelope and suddenly had an idea.

"...I can recommend someone who occupies a place in the Muggle newspaper, has access to valuable materials, and has the advantages of a keen sense of the media... You should have heard her name, Rita Skeeter , it's really strange that she has been so successful in the past two years, it's unbelievable, isn't it?

Also, you can talk to Mundungus about the smuggling issue, I believe you will be greatly shocked, but don't reveal any information to him-he is famous for reselling information, and even a glass of hot whiskey is all you need when you are in trouble Can buy him..."

The second letter was from Lupine. Felix looked at the densely packed forms on it. It was obvious that Lupine was going to explain something official.

"...A total of 127 exclusive wands were sold, and the buyers were all inextricably linked with the magic world before, so they quickly passed the review of the Ministry of Magic.

The only exception is Mrs. Arabella Figg. Dumbledore wrote me a letter specifically to intercede, but there is no need for it. I understood it all when I saw that she lived in Privet Drive... The Ministry of Magic is two streets away. The office outside was overcrowded, and many parents of students also came here with the attitude of giving it a try. All in all, it was quite lively. Of course, this business was declared to be 're-employment skills training'. I don't know who came up with the word ...But frankly, it will take time for them to get official approval, and the wizarding world cannot accept so many people at once..."

"Arthur has been very happy lately. His son Percy has become the youngest director in the ministry. It is said that he is younger than Chesterton Avery. Of course Avery is in the past tense. It is still an unsolved case, and no Death Eater has confessed to the crime... Percy is now negotiating and preparing materials with the Ministry of Magic of [-] countries every day. Over Mr. Crouch, I think, is a daunting task..."

Felix wrote back happily.

Not so happy when he unfolded a letter from Rita Skeeter, a woman asking for money!She took credit for the popularity of the exclusive wand, but Felix disagreed, and he couldn't remember when he said that.Therefore, when Felix forwarded the letter to Warren, not only did he immediately gain an ally who shared his hatred with him, but Warren also volunteered to help write the letter back, and Felix agreed with a smile.

He read the entire two-page refutation of the parchment without changing a single word, except for a slight mention at the end that the Ministry of Magic is very rich and has a chance to make extra money recently.But the mouth must be strict, otherwise the consequences are much more serious than illegal Animagus...

After finishing all these tasks, Felix stretched and stood in front of the window.

He stared at the dark silhouettes of the castle, the Forbidden Forest, and the mountains in the distance, but he was thinking of a branch branching from the depths of Voldemort's memory.In fact, it is still too early to call it a "tributary". At best, it is a small spring eye. Without Felix's help, it would not exist at all.

The cool night wind blows on his face, bringing him the breath of lush plants.Varun climbed up along the trouser legs, looked at the sparkling black lake under the moonlight, and handed him a piece of chocolate frog.Felix tore off the wrapping paper and bit off the chocolate frog's head.

The sweetness and bitterness of the chocolate melted in his mouth, and he looked at the chocolate frog card.It showed an angry woman with long black hair and half-moon-rimmed glasses holding a large sign that read 'No repressive spells'.

Felix glanced at the witch's name: Carlotta Pinkstone.He froze for a moment, that radical activist?He turned the picture to the back, and sure enough, her introduction was printed on it:

Carlotta Pinkstone (1922-present)
Activist who advocates repealing the International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Act and informing Muggles of the real existence of magic.Ms Pinkstone has been imprisoned several times for blatant and deliberate use of magic in public places.

If the calculations are correct, this person will be released this year, Felix thought, a year before Barty Crouch.He plans to pay attention to the nearest newspaper, and it will be less than four months before the end of this year.

Felix yawned and rubbed his forehead. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that the tower lights in the principal's office were still on. It seemed that he was not the only one who couldn't sleep tonight, but he didn't know if the school would replace the lights at the speed of light. Drop the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?
It turns out that Dumbledore somehow convinced Grindelwald that the next few lessons were all about silent spells.But Felix would not think that Grindelwald subscribed to those Muggle military magazines purely out of interest.

This is not unfounded worry. Dumbledore once wanted to leave a copy of the Marauder's Map. It is hard to say that it was not because he was worried that the old man would sneak out and abduct a full set of Muggle military equipment to use as teaching aids.

Maybe it won't be long before the progress of the course will advance to the chapter on 'how to identify and defend against small firearms'.Even a part of the outline does not need Grindelwald to worry about, Felix gave a detailed introduction in "'Magic' in the Muggle World"...

Because of the requirements of silent spells and wandless manifesting runes, students can be seen all over the school with blushing faces, staring at a plant or the food on the plate in a daze.If you stare at it for a long time, you will find that the expressions of these people have quickly slipped from menacing to dull-eyed. Felix can see similar scenes almost every year, but he still finds it interesting. Those students seem to be programmed Like a set program, with similar expressions, Felix wanted to write to the Weasley twins to provide ideas for their new products.

The silent spell is not a specific spell, but a set of spell-casting skills, which are used in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration classes. The sudden strict requirements severely frustrated the sixth grade students, and they seemed to be back in the fifth grade. In the last two months of the grade OWLs exam, the whole person was stunned.

"I'm not in a nightmare, am I?" Seamus complained loudly, "Silent spells, ancient runes require casting spells without wands, and herbal medicine class also requires us to deal with tentacles that spew out sticky juice..."

After two days, the students finally realized that none of the sixth grade improvement classes were easy.In particular, the silent spells and wandless manifest runes cannot be mastered in a short period of time. It is said that Professor Haipu claimed in the fifth grade class that he had prepared for students who did not meet the requirements and did not write papers. Large confinement room.

"It's true," Luna told Ron from the stands at Saturday's Quidditch tryout.

Ron grimaced, his thesis of course hadn't moved a single word, and what was worse - he wasn't sure if he was up to the mark.During breakfast, Hermione advised him to stop taking chances, "Unless the professor will only stare at you from beginning to end in the next class and give you dozens of chances, but that's impossible!"

Success rate, yes, this problem plagues all students who have taken the Ancient Runes class.

Obviously, the professor's cunning is far beyond the imagination of the little wizards. Of course, he will not give a person dozens of chances. That is unrealistic. There are enough students in the class. Even Ron can't think of The professor has no reason to agree.But the problem is that no student can succeed 100% now, Neville gave up early, got the reference book list arranged by the professor in advance from Hermione, and read the tome.

Simo and Dean in the same dormitory were affected, and barely read dozens of pages, and the hypnotic effect was surprisingly good.

So when Ron looked away from the cluttered Quidditch pitch - Harry was on the go as captain - his jaw nearly dropped when he saw a few rune symbols dancing on Luna's fingertips.

"How did you do that?" swallowed Ron, who could see clearly that Luna wasn't holding a wand.

"What did you say?" Luna said cheerfully. She likes both excitement and quietness, so when half of the students from Gryffindor College and a small half of students from other colleges came, it was no surprise that she appeared here. What's more, her good friend Ginny also participated in the selection, and her fiery red hair was very dazzling on the field.

Ron pointed at the magic symbol in Luna's hand, his eyes widened.

"You have to make friends with them," Luna said. "Each of them has its own personality, some of which I don't know very well, and have weird tempers... But in general, it's pretty easy to get along with."

"Can you say more?"

Ron was a little confused, but felt that this insight was very fresh. Maybe he could write Luna's words into the paper?

Luna introduced it in more detail. In her eyes, each rune symbol has its own character and emotion. She can even tell stories about some magic symbols and find corresponding characters for them. "I think this looks like Harry," she said.

Ron stared at the purple rune that Luna was pointing at, and then at Harry, who was hoarse on the field. He really couldn't imagine the similarities between the two, could it be because of the messy circle of halos? Similar to Harry's hair, or does the tip of the symbol also have a flattened lightning shape?

What made him even more incomprehensible was that he didn't understand why in Luna's eyes, he was associated with that ugly khaki symbol.

"I think it looks like you, you're all dirty yellow," Ron shot back, feeling insulted.

"Looks like you've figured out the knack," Luna said, before turning her head to the field.

Ron looked at the field with some boredom. He didn't know how Luna made the ancient runes class look like a divination class, but Professor Heppe was completely different from Trelawney. If he dared to fool Trelawney with Handing in such an assignment with such an attitude, Professor Haip will definitely lock him up until Christmas.

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Harry looked jealously at Ron and Katie Bell, who were enjoying themselves in the stands, and he felt that the selection had been terrible.Because there is no age limit, many first- and second-year students also signed up, and even occupied the vast majority of places.Not to mention comparing these people with official players, even letting them play [-]% of the speed of the broom is difficult for others. For example, just now, a Chaser was too nervous and even threw himself into the goal, causing the audience to roar laughing out loud.

That's not to mention, the boy may be too ashamed to ride away on the old comet broom, and it seems that he intends to go back to the castle and hide.Harry had to run after him to get the broom back, but he relented and let the teary boy go.

When Harry returned to the venue, he seemed to have assumed the role of the boy, and half of the audience pointed at him and were overjoyed.

Harry was very grateful that Hermione didn't come. He rejected most of Hermione's suggestions on the grounds that Hermione didn't understand Quidditch.This seemed to dampen Hermione's self-esteem, so when she arrived, the selection was drawing to a close. In the end, Harry flew around the field with the new players, and the students in the stands slapped him face-to-face a few times.

"So the selection process went pretty well?" Hermione asked warily as they dismounted from their brooms.

"The result is gratifying." Harry said bluntly, and made up his mind that if Hermione asked for specific details, he would refuse her question on the grounds that he could not reveal the team's secrets.But Hermione just looked at the audience who left the stands, raised her eyebrows, and her attitude was noncommittal.

"It's like watching a great burlesque," Luna commented beamingly.

Hermione and Ginny bent over laughing at the same time.Ron didn't smile, which made Harry wonder how strong their friendship was.

"Let's go, I saw smoke rising from Hagrid's cabin when I came here." Hermione stood up and said solemnly.

Harry pretended not to see the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Luna pulled Ginny away mysteriously, so the remaining three turned around and walked towards Hagrid's hut.

They were going to salvage a friendship that was on the verge of shattering, on the grounds that they sanely didn't take Hagrid's enhancement class.This was said by Ron, who predicted pessimistically that Hagrid would let Grapp stand guard at the door, carrying a big stick, and they would have to go through a narrow escape before seeing the awkward Hagrid.

When they approached the cabin, they heard a loud sniffling sound, and the three of them looked at each other cautiously.

"Oh, my God," said Hermione sadly, apparently thinking Hagrid was crying.

Even Harry and Ron thought so.It can't be a cold, right?They approached anxiously, thinking about how to comfort Hagrid. They hardly thought of other possibilities, so when Harry knocked on the door anxiously, he was so surprised when he heard the voice of a second person in the room.

"Yes, those little heartless... Potter never took the initiative to write me a letter, not a single one, but I gave him the precious elixir of blessing!" Slughorn said absent-mindedly: "Hagrid, can I attend its funeral? I've never had a close encounter with an acromantula..."

(End of this chapter)