A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix walked out of the L.C.A building. It was noon. He stopped by the Xiaohongshu Book Company. To his surprise, his sample book "Magic in the Muggle World" had been completed.

'The efficiency is really fast, I don't have to worry about it at all. ’

As a serious popular science book, this book is in the same vein as his first two Muggle studies monographs, and is expected to become a series.

At least that's what the elegant lady in the purple dress told him.

Felix also specifically asked about things he hadn't noticed before, such as how his books got out of the UK and sold around the world.

From her answer, Felix realized that there are two ways to spread the book around the world. One is to obtain the recommendation of the Ministry of Magic of the country, but this method, in addition to the limited number of places, may be boycotted by some countries because it is an official behavior; the other method is to become a member of the International Federation of Wizard Publishers.

The International Federation of Wizard Publishers is a relatively loose international organization of wizards. Its members are top publishers from different countries. They hold meetings in March and September every year to screen out some valuable books.

These lucky books will be brought to magic bookstores in different countries for sale.

And Felix enjoyed this benefit unknowingly. For this, he once again expressed his gratitude.

"Your book is good enough, Mr. Hepp. It's a win-win for us."

...

Felix returned to school, and many professors returned. Professor McGonagall and Flitwick were decorating the auditorium, and they were in such a good mood that Professor McGonagall even hummed a tune.

The tall and burly Hagrid walked in with two three-meter-long pine trees, and Flitwick waved his wand gracefully, making them stand in the corner of the auditorium and hung colorful paper tapes.

"Felix," Hagrid greeted gruffly.

"Hagrid, how's the preparation going?" Felix asked.

Hagrid said cheerfully: "It went well. I went to the library to check a lot of materials. I deliberately rummaged through the new books on the market. I dare say that the textbook I chose is absolutely interesting."

"I remember that the textbook for this course was always Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find It?"

"Ah, that's a textbook for senior grades. I made a new attempt in the third grade... As you told me, innovation needs to find a test product, and if it is successful, it will be promoted to the whole population."

"I'm looking forward to it, Hagrid."

Tomorrow is the school day, and the professors gathered at a square table for dinner that evening. Even the elusive Professor Trelawney arrived in a scarf.

She whispered to a house-elf, "Get me some sherry, honey."

The elf stammered, "Yes, yes, ma'am."

Her figure disappeared, and after a while, she staggered out holding a large wine bottle, "I'm sorry, I didn't find a small bottle, only this one."

"Ha!" Trelawney's eyes lit up. "It doesn't matter, it's not bad, very good."

"Want some?" She looked at Felix and shook the bottle, the liquor kept shaking.

"No, thanks." Felix politely declined.

Trelawney poured herself a drink, and next to her, Professor Bubbage drank a small glass.

Dumbledore appeared for the first time since they met in France. He looked in a good mood and took a plate of brown pastries handed over by Flitwick with a smile. Felix thought it might be that he had just gotten rid of an order. The reason people get bored with errands.

After dinner, he stopped Felix.

"Wait a minute, Felix. Nick has a few books for me to bring to you." Dumbledore said with a wink.

So the two came to the headmaster's office, and Dumbledore said lightly: "Wait a minute, I put it on the bedside of the bedroom. During your absence, I will look at a part every day."

Felix nodded, watching him walk up the spiral steps and disappear into the second floor of the office.

"That's Dumbledore's bedroom, I don't know what it will be like?" he thought curiously.

The principal's office hasn't changed much. The large circular room is filled with comical little voices: the rhythmic breathing of the phoenix Fox on a gilded perch, the trivial whirling of silverware on a slender-legged table, and The grunts from the headmaster's portrait.

Felix stared at the Sorting Hat lying quietly on the partition, hesitating whether to pick it up and study it.

"Hey, Slytherin boy!" said an uncomfortable voice.

Felix turned his head to look at it. It was a portrait on the wall. At the bottom of the portrait, there was a line of gilded small letters—

'Phineas Nigellus Black, 1847-1925, graduate of Slytherin House. ’

Felix asked, "Headmaster Black, are you calling me?"

The portrait in the portrait hummed: "Otherwise, are there any other living people in this house?" His goatee was upturned and his eyebrows were slender, looking very unpleasant.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand and scratched at the photo frame, "Come closer, I have something to tell you." Seeing Felix standing still, his tone became eager: "It's good for you!"

Felix's heart was full of doubts, and it was not his turn for good, but he went to the portrait of Headmaster Black.

The purring in other portraits is gone, and they either open their eyes generously, or half-squint, closely watching their interactions.

But Principal Black didn't say anything, and maybe he couldn't do anything even if he was dissatisfied with him. So he said as quietly as possible: "Have you ever heard the name Sirius Black?"

"Heard, he's a celebrity now and escaped from Azkaban three weeks ago," Felix said.

Headmaster Black was choked for a moment, and he said a little embarrassedly: "That's the descendant of the noble Black family, my great-great-grandson!"

"Oh."

"You bad boy, what do you mean!" whispered Headmaster Black, but then he said slyly: "We are all Slytherins, boy, I know what you think..."

"Listen, the Black family has a long history, and the old house has a rich collection of books. It's not comparable to the rags of Hogwarts, do you want it? Do me one thing."

"What's up?"

"Bring him to me, not this me, but another portrait, remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."

Felix was very interested in the Black family's collection of books, but he probed cautiously, "Don't tell me that the old house of one of the 28 pure blood families has no defenses."

"Listen, don't interrupt me, time is limited! You'll find it, and I'm sure you can, but you need something, unique to the noble Black family... oh, Dumbledore! You! When did you come back?"

Felix turned his head sharply, and Dumbledore had appeared at the armrest on the second floor, with two books tucked in his arms, standing expressionlessly.

"It was very early, when you admitted that Sirius Black was your great-great-grandson." Dumbledore walked down the steps, and he turned against the light, making it impossible to see his eyes, only his powerful voice could be heard: " Phineas, we discussed...he committed an unforgivable crime."

The portrait of Headmaster Black shouted: "Dumbledore, he is the last of the Black family!"

But Dumbledore also raised his voice, and said calmly: "... betrayed his best friend, and he killed thirteen people, one of whom was also his best friend of ten years. You know what happened to him. Phineas? The only thing the crew at the scene could find was one of Peter's fingers and blood-stained pieces of clothing."

The old man walked up to the portrait with a cold tone, anger in every wrinkle. "And now, he has escaped from prison, fantasizing about helping the old master regain his strength, and he will kill his godson as a godfather."

"Phineas, my headmaster... you want to shelter him? A criminal?"

There was silence in the principal's office.