A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The first Rune Club meeting ended like this. The little wizards filed out, with excited silence on their faces, walked a distance, and the discussion broke out like a raging tide.

"fantastic!"

"Have you seen the flame? It's like a toy in Professor Heppe's hands!"

"Spellcasting instinct..."

"Don't know what the next meeting will be?"

Harry and Ron stood in the corridor, Hermione stayed to ask a few questions, and after five minutes she finally showed up.

"I asked a small question about Professor Lupin." Hermione looked relieved, and seemed to have solved a question that had been buried in her heart for a long time. "Professor Hepp really knows."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Oh, I promised the professor not to say it." Hermione paused, "so as not to cause unnecessary controversy."

Harry and Ron seemed to be more curious, but Hermione was quick to say something else, "Professor Hepp recommended me a series of books that would be useful for our dueling study group."

"One set?" Ron clicked.

"The Magic of Chawick is a teaching book written by Chawick Boot, one of the founders of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States. We can use it with the textbook "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Look, also, "Practical Defense Magic and Its Restraining Against the Dark Arts" is also very good, and "The Curse and the Anti-Curse" by Wendyke Winridian..."

Hermione said regretfully, "I shouldn't have wasted time reading some miscellaneous books."

Harry recalled, "It's the book of corruption, corruption..."

"It's "Wolf Corrupting the Law: Why Werewolves Don't Deserve to Live"," Hermione said with a lengthy title. "The book claims that werewolves are all morally corrupt, lawless guys and should be completely wiped out."

"Sounds a bit subjective, maybe there are some good ones in werewolves." Ron shrugged, "But Hermione, Professor Lupin has canceled the thesis assignment on werewolves."

"I know, I just—"

A cold wind rushed into the corridor, and they all shivered. "Let's get back to the lounge, I'm going to freeze," Ron said, and they left discussing it all the way.

In the classroom, the firewood in the fireplace burned to the end, struggled a few times, and finally went out.

Felix stretched out his right hand, and the little snake in the air fell violently, shrinking continuously, and finally condensed into a ouroboros ring on the little finger of his right hand. He looked at it calmly, then shook his fingers, and the little snakes swam, huddled together, and turned into a coin again.

"So that's what you meant, Severus," Felix said softly. Snape took a few Defence Against the Dark Arts classes while Lupin was "ill" and taught the werewolves ahead of schedule regardless of the students' progress. Chapter 1, he thought it was just to disgust Lupin.

But now, it seems, Snape should expect a little wizard to discover Lupin's werewolf identity, and logically kick him out of school.

"Unfortunately, Professor, only Miss Granger has done her homework seriously."

...

Back in the office, Felix read today's Evening Prophet. On the subpage, he saw an article published by a self-proclaimed retired old St. Mungo's therapist, which mentioned his previous fishing paper.

'On a purely theoretical basis, I can't pick a problem. Mr. Felix Hepp's understanding of memory magic is amazing. I look forward to more theoretical research and experimental data. In my opinion, there are more than two real problems. The following are my views- —

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At the end of the writing, I hope to meet Mr. Hepp. If his theory becomes a reality, it will benefit countless wizards who are troubled by memory damage, but I also want to point out that this process will be very difficult, I hope To live to see this day come...'

"Finally, a serious therapist has come." Felix said happily, many of the points of the article coincided with him, and he did not disclose these contents.

As early as half a month ago, there were some critical voices one after another, trying to point out the errors of Felix's theory, but they estimated that they didn't even reach the threshold of memory magic. A refuted back.

But this time was different. With Rita Skeeter tipping off in advance, he could easily know the identity of the old therapist—Dorothea Boham.

She is the former director of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and has excelled in a number of therapeutic areas, and she also has the surname "Boham", the same name as Mungo Boham, who founded St Mungo's.

She has been nominated as the dean twice, but when she was nominated for the first time, she insisted that she would not give up the front-line treatment work and declined the post of dean.

Twenty years later, her prestige is too high, and more than half of the therapists are brought out by her. She had to hang on to the name of Dean of St Mungo's, but she didn't give up completely treating patients until she retired.

"This is a highly respected therapist, and the wording of my reply must be carefully worded."

Felix re-read her article, smiled slightly, and took out his quill.

Over the next week, Felix and the self-proclaimed "retired old therapist" communicated over the air, and he also revealed more content bit by bit, and soon their discussions attracted a lot of top therapist.

The name Felix Hepp also has a lot of attention among the therapists.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries over the weekend.

Felix met Dorothea Boham, surrounded by a group of therapists, an old woman with a wrinkled face but bright eyes.

Back at the hospital, she put on a treatment suit for herself.

"Mr. Hepp, it's not easy to see you," said Dorothea with a smile, her teeth nearly falling out.

"Ms Boham, it's nice to communicate by letter, isn't it?"

Dorothea said kindly: "I know that you are a professor at Hogwarts, and you are usually very busy with work. It is indeed a good way to use letters... Tell me, how did you solve those problems? I I've had a headache lately thinking about it."

Felix knew that his secret treatment of the Longbottom and his wife had already been known. He had expected it, and even planned the progress of the matter.

Looking at the eyes of the therapists around him, he didn't mean to trouble him at all.

Even if there is, it can only be held in my heart. In the past, he has added a title of "memory magician" to himself. If the Longbottom and his wife fully recover, he will be the undisputed "memory magician" and the most outstanding memory injury healer in the contemporary era. one.

Felix smiled and said: "Ms Boham, it's a long story, let's look at the situation of the Longbottoms first."

"Either way, no matter how much you say, it's better to cure the patient. I've seen the Longbottoms and they've gotten so much better!"

The Janus Sitch ward on the fifth floor was permanently locked, and most of the patients inside suffered lasting spell injuries. Meliam, the therapist in this ward, opened the ward with the words "Araho Cave Open".

Felix and a group of therapists came to the Longbottoms' bed. "Frank, Alice," he greeted.

The Longbottoms were playing a kind of rope-turning game when they heard that and looked up at him.

Frank muttered something that no one could hear, but it was exciting enough.

With a snap of his fingers, Felix pulled the two together into the Thinking Cabin. In the world of thinking, on the opposite side of him are two things that look like foundations, and also look like a broken library.

Rows of bookshelves stand on the ground, and some books are scattered on the bookshelves, some of which are still incomplete.

'Another day of hard work. ’ Felix thought, piecing together memories is easier said than done.

A group of therapists outside looked at him blankly, Felix snapped his fingers, and the Longbottoms became dull, and then the three remained motionless.

"Mr. Hepp?" A young therapist wanted to pat Felix on the shoulder, and Mrs. Longbottom said sternly, "Don't touch him!" But the next second, the therapist was bounced off by a beam of light , turned somersaults and flew out a distance of more than ten meters, hitting the wall heavily.

"August! Oh, my God! Are you alright?" Meliam walked over and patted the reckless doctor on the head, then turned to the crowd and said, "Passed out."

"Mellam, please, take him away."

Mrs. Longbottom said angrily, "That's why I don't want to tell you in advance!" She took a careful look at Felix and her son and daughter-in-law, they didn't have the slightest abnormal reaction, and she was a little relieved.

Dorothea Boham said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mrs Longbottom." She turned to look at the current dean of St Mungo's, "I don't know how the therapists can make such a low-level mistake?"

The current dean said embarrassedly: "This is an accident. August is... lively and has a lot of novel ideas, but this time he is really too reckless, it should not be... I will criticize him severely. ."

Dorothea Boham nodded majestically. The current dean was her student, taught by hand forty years ago. She looked around. "Don't disturb Mr. Hepp in any way, understand?"

St Mungo's healer nodded in a nonchalant manner.

In the following treatment, there were no more accidents.

In fact, Felix was fully aware of what was going on outside. He could have ignored it, but he felt he had to do something. There were already a few hidden magics to probe him. Can this be probed casually?

So he deliberately activated a protective magic item...

After this episode, Felix turned his attention back to the Thinking Room. Today's treatment went exceptionally well. Even when he pieced together his memories and condensed them into a book, a little bit of light was spontaneously attracted and integrated into the bookshelf.

‘Maybe one or two more treatments will spark their self-healing abilities. ' Felix thought.

At noon, when he opened his eyes, he saw a look of awe.

Three thousand words, um, it seems that I can't write four thousand words, so together, two more today.