A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next morning, Felix didn't expect his hunch to come true so quickly. Does he remember that he has no talent for divination? It's hard to say that I gave up the divination class because that woman Trelawney was always pretending to be a ghost.

At that time, Sybill Trelawney had only been teaching at Hogwarts for a few years, and he had not formed a stable teaching style like he did now, and sometimes it was inevitable to use too much force.

And Felix is ​​in the limelight—a huge celebrity and trouble-ridden, just a good choice for her to make a name for herself. Trelawney had given him a dozen or so predictions in one go, although none of them were reliable.

...

Felix saw Professor McGonagall standing face to face with the toad-faced Umbridge in front of the spiral staircase. Professor McGonagall's expression was quite unpleasant, and her lips were pursed to the point of a crack.

"Umbridge... Investigator! I need to remind you that Dumbledore does not allow dementors to enter the school. As early as more than a month ago, there was a vicious incident of dementors attacking the Quidditch pitch."

Umbridge stood up a step, and found that he was still not tall enough. He stepped on the second step and looked down at Professor McGonagall with a smirk on his face: "Professor McGonagall, I didn't want to Dementors come in, I hate disturbing things as much as you do. Honestly, it reminds me of the unfair treatment I received in my early years, when I was an intern."

"But fortunately, I have successfully proved my ability. Although I am related to the Selwyn family... I am where I am today by myself."

Professor McGonagall hummed out of her nose, "I just hope you didn't retaliate after you gained status, as far as I know..." She didn't continue.

Umbridge didn't seem to hear these words, and she smiled sweetly: "In view of the current situation of Sirius Black, the dangerous fugitive still at large, I hope - on behalf of Minister Fudge, can be at Hogwarts. To open up a small base, to show the importance the Ministry of Magic attaches to Hogwarts. Of course, there will be no Dementors, just me and the two Aurors."

Professor McGonagall said dryly, "I haven't heard anything from Dumbledore."

"I can wait." Umbridge waved a friendly hand. "I don't mind wasting a little time for the safety of those lovely, childish little ones."

Professor McGonagall stared at Umbridge, her chest heaving violently, clearly irritated.

"Excuse me, Minerva?" Felix came down the stairs and passed Umbridge.

Professor McGonagall took two steps back to make way for him, and Felix's tall man stood right in front of Umbridge.

Felix blinked at Professor McGonagall, and for a moment, a smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's face, but she quickly restrained her expression and became more serious. A similar situation happened at last year's Christmas party, when Flitwick used himself as an example and told her a dwarf joke.

"Cough! I'm sorry—" There was a pretentious throat-clearing voice behind him, and Felix seemed to realize her, "You haven't left yet? I thought you were done talking."

"Who is this?" Umbridge's face was not very good-looking.

Professor McGonagall said nothing to Felix, saying apologetically, "Felix, can you do me a favor? I need—" She glanced at Umbridge, because Umbridge Standing on the steps, a notch above her, her eyes fell on her pink cardigan and the embroidered bow on her neckline, and she looked away uncomfortably.

"—I need to accompany this Ministry of Magic investigator."

"What do you need me to do?" Felix asked.

"To collect the Christmas list, you only need to be in charge of Gryffindor House, and Percy Weasley can also assist you." Professor McGonagall handed him a parchment, "Just let the little wizards fill out the form. That's fine, if I can find time in the afternoon, I'll go there."

"No problem, Minerva," Felix said lightly, leaning slightly toward the two of them, his eyes fixed on Umbridge. "It suits you well, ma'am."

Umbridge looked at him incredulously. "Who is this man?" She pointed her fat finger at his departing back.

Felix heard Professor McGonagall say in a cheerful voice, "Obviously, he's a professor at Hogwarts..."

He made his way up the spiral staircase, all the way to the Gryffindor House common room. As a result, she was blocked by the portrait of the fat lady who was guarding the door. She said with a straight face, "Password."

Felix was stunned for a moment, then tentatively said, "Good luck strikes?" He remembered that Gryffindor's password seemed to be related to "luck".

"No," said the fat lady, rolling her eyes, "although you are a professor, you can't open the door without a password. That's the rule. Who knows if you've changed from Black."

Felix said with interest, "Excuse me, ma'am—I've always wanted to know, do you remember when Blake was in school?"

As if insulted, the fat lady let out a scream: "God, of course I remember..." She snapped, and Felix smiled in return, "Is that so?"

"Anything like that?"

"He's such a jerk..."

After about ten minutes, the door to the common room was pushed open from the inside, and Neville came out with his schoolbag on his back.

"Neville, are you going to study in the library?"

Neville seemed startled, and stammered, "Professor Hepper? Yes, oh no, I'm going to the Greenhouse—I mean, to Professor Sprout."

Felix nodded understandingly, "By the way, what's the password of your academy?" Just as she was talking, Mrs. Fat had slammed the door shut, and showed an expression of watching the show.

Neville's little round face froze, and he glanced at Felix very slowly, then at the closed lounge door, and reached helplessly into his pocket.

He started from the first pocket, turned to the second, from jacket to lining, from robe to trousers, then opened his bag, which smelled of fresh earth.

Neville turned to a small note from the corner, and he read it out excitedly: "Good luck, good luck!"

The fat lady pouted, "I want to chat with you for a while." She spun out of the way, and the door of the common room opened.

Felix suddenly thought of something, "Neville, are you staying at school for Christmas?"

"No, grandma wrote me to go back on vacation," Neville replied, clutching his bag involuntarily.

"I see, Neville."

Felix got into the door of the lounge, and there was a lot of people inside.