A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

library.

Felix couldn't let go of the scroll, and he didn't hear what was going on outside the window.

Yesterday's public class didn't seem to affect him, even though he was the direct cause of the sensation.

He turned the book in his left hand, and held the wand in his right hand and slid in a small range, one by one runes appeared and dissipated in the air. Madam Pince stared at Felix for more than half an hour.

Mrs Pince was a thin, aged woman who looked malnourished. But she is very suitable for the job of a librarian, because she loves books and has a keen sense of smell, and can always identify and punish students who violate discipline in the first place.

If a student dared to pull out a wand in the library to make a gesture, she would have kicked him out immediately, but Felix was a professor, which made her hesitate.

Fortunately, Felix quickly left with two books, so that she would not be so entangled.

Felix returned to the office, took out a piece of chestnut wood from the suitcase, and the magic power poured down the carving knife, carving out ancient runes on the surface of the chestnut wood.

Chestnut wood is a material for making wands, but it is like a piece of white paper, with no inclination, and the price is not expensive. It was discovered by Felix and used to practice ancient runes.

The engraving knife infused with magic power left a rune symbol on the surface of the chestnut wood. Each time a complete rune was drawn, it would emit a scorching red light, and then quietly extinguished, leaving black marks.

Felix's speed at drawing the runes made the chestnut surface shimmer. The carving knife kept flying, as if he was not writing a rune, but writing an immortal chapter that went down in history.

A few minutes later, Felix filled the surface of the chestnut wood. He took out his wand and brushed it over the surface of the chestnut wood. A thin layer of wood was instantly detached and automatically flew to the other side of the table.

Felix then picked up the knife again and continued to work on the chestnut.

It wasn't until the chestnut wood shrunk three inches that he stopped and stretched in place.

In the corner of the table, thirty thin wood chips have been piled up, like pages of a book, covered with black ancient rune.

Felix calculated a number in his mind and nodded with satisfaction, "272 Runes, this is the power I currently have."

He stood up leisurely, stood by the window and looked into the distance, his decision to go back to Hogwarts was too correct.

This is the life I want!

"Crash~"

An owl flew in through the window and dropped a letter on the table.

Felix opened the envelope, and after reading the letter, he couldn't help frowning.

This is a letter from an "old friend".

Although Felix has only graduated for three years, and has only been traveling for one year, he has traveled extensively this year and has experienced quite a lot, which also broadens his horizons, and at the same time has "a wide range of contacts" - no matter where in the world he is. In the corner, with his eyes closed, he could tell which magic black market was closest to him.

The letter came from a "friend" he met on the black market.

Felix pulled out the parchment and scribbled a string of words, asking him to meet at Hogsmeade's Hogs Head on Saturday.

Until the owl flew away, he was still thinking about the friend's purpose.

He remembered the scene when the two met for the first time.

The man called himself Klein, and he wore the hood on his robe all the year round, and his face was full of mist from beginning to end, making it impossible to see his true identity.

Klein adheres to the principle of equivalent transaction, such as rare magical manuscripts, magical potions, magical creatures, etc., he has a way.

Felix has traded with him seven times, and both are very disciplined.

Therefore, he was also curious as to what purpose Klein was looking for. Of course, what's more curious is what the friend has in stock recently.

Saturday at ten o'clock.

Felix came to the Hog's Head Bar, it was early and there was only one customer.

Felix walked to the table of guests, saw the familiar mist covering his face, and sat down with a smile. As he sat down, the figures of the two were looming, and their voices were completely isolated from the outside world.

"Klein."

"Felix." It was a neutral voice, unable to distinguish between male and female, and no age.

There is no shortage of such mysterious existences in the magical world, and the reasons are always various. Like a dark wizard, or doing something, evading the pursuit of the enemy, or maybe it's just some kind of bad taste.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Inquire about news."

"what news?"

"The second-generation Dark Lord's relic."

Felix was silent for a few seconds, his mind constantly turning.

"Yes, but you must tell me your source of information first."

Klein tapped the corner of the table with his fingers and seemed to be weighing, but he quickly said a word, "Vagadu."

"You found that group of mad witches?" Felix was a little surprised. Waggardu is a magic school in Africa. African wizards didn't use wands until the 20th century, which also made their development trajectory different from others. nation.

For example, they also inherited a branch of prophecy magic, witch sacrifice, but outsiders call them crazy witch sacrifice.

Because this prophecy magic is actually a kind of black magic, every prophecy comes with a price - such as a certain limb on your body.

Most importantly, the prophecy may not be accurate...

When Klein mentioned Vagado, this was all Felix could think of, because Africa and England had nothing to do with each other, and there was no contact between the two sides.

"Continue," Felix said. He became interested. With Klein's character, it was impossible for him to find a parallel trade witch sacrifice, and he would have to pay a lot for a clever witch sacrifice to make a prediction.

"The prophecy says that the Dark Lord's relic will stay at Hogwarts for a year."

Felix froze in his heart, "What kind of relic?"

"I don't know, I just know it's very evil."

Felix is ​​a little speechless, not sure what you are trying to do!

Also evil, do you think you are an Auror?

Seemingly seeing Felix's disapproval, Klein added, "The prophecy I'm asking for is: Leaping the Secret of Death."

Almost instantly, Felix was running Occlumency with all his strength, and he said "surprise", "Are you saying that again?"

"Leap to death."

"But the Dark Lord is dead."

"That's what the prophecy is."

"You can check it yourself."

"Hogwarts has Dumbledore."

"Are you afraid of him?"

Klein laughed twice. Although Felix couldn't see through the fog on his face, he knew that the other party's expression would not be very good at the moment.

Felix pretended to be "contemplative", and after a long time he said, "Thank you for your information, but I will not guarantee that I will get the relic. I can only promise that I will not turn my back on you and solve the secret of the Dark Lord alone. ."

Klein thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

The two stretched out their hands, their index fingers touched, and a golden pattern bloomed.

This is a temporary magic contract for one year. If you violate it, there will be no punishment for Felix, but at that time, Klein will grasp his position at any time!

If you are not afraid of the revenge of a mysterious wizard, you can break the contract.

Many readers have questions, come back and explain.

In the agreement, what counts as cracking the Dark Lord's secret?

Touching a diary, chatting for a while, or just destroying it is not research, because it doesn't make sense for the parties to the agreement.

Does anyone care how many decibels the Horcrux shouts when it is destroyed?

The content of the agreement, to put it bluntly, is the technology of making Horcruxes. Other than that, nothing else.

If you want to change it, you will lose the charm of the dialogue of the novel. This is what I have in mind as I write.