A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"What the hell do you want? I told you that any treatment has risks!" said the man's voice.

"But you swore to me! What did you say? All was well—Frank and Alice had been in a coma for two weeks, coughing up blood," said the grandmother's voice.

"What can I do? You think from my point of view. Those experts in the newspaper are holding on to my sore feet. I have to get the test data as soon as possible—"

"Experimental data? That's two lives! They're my son and daughter-in-law, and they're the parents of Neville's child! Felix Happ, you're Neville's teacher!"

Neville's heart seemed to have been soaked in cold water, without the slightest warmth, and his stomach kept churning. His fists clenched tightly.

The vile man said, "I also hope everything goes well, but there are always surprises. Think about it, they've just gone from moving corpses to motionless corpses, isn't the difference?"

Neville's eyes reddened and his teeth creaking, how dare he say that about his parents... how dare he!

But the grieving voice of the grandmother came: "I beg you, make sure again, it's you who made it all, and only you know best..."

The vicious man said, "Sorry, I don't want to waste my time because I know it best."

Grandma's voice hardened: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have asked you, I'll tell you what you did—"

The man sneered: "Ma'am, I want to remind you that your son and daughter-in-law have already been sentenced to death by St. Mungo's. I just have the idea of ​​giving it a try. If it succeeds, there will be a lot of people thanking me. of."

"Really?" said the grandmother's voice sarcastically. "You care about your reputation. This is your weakness, but soon, the public will see your true face, and you will lose everything."

The man's voice became hesitant: "It's true to say that... Fame is a fine wine and an alluring poison, and I'm always attracted to its fragrance. So, what should I do with you?"

"Forget it? It's too simple. I've come up with a better idea. To be honest, you've been pestering me for so long, and I'm quite annoyed. There are some spells I've wanted to try for a long time... dig my heart out!"

"No, no..." Neville's eyes widened, his knuckles turned white, and his face was full of fear. He heard the sound of his grandmother slamming to the ground, moaning "ho~ho~" in pain.

"Do not!"

Anger washed away all his sanity, and the door of the room burst open.

He saw two people in the ward, the man had a surprised expression on his face, the hand holding out his wand stopped in the air, an old woman fell to the ground, and the pointed hat fell lifelessly on the ground.

"Grandma!" Neville ran over, trying to lift Grandma's head, but she immediately showed a pained expression. He stopped bewildered and looked at the culprit in front of him, his wand pointed at her: "Stop! Professor."

"Stop?" The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression, "Why?"

Neville looked at him in disbelief, the whole person was surrounded by a huge absurdity that made him feel unreal, like a dream, "What are you talking about? You, you are a professor...why do you use That spell?"

"The Cruciatus?" said the man's voice, and Neville shuddered, and the man chuckled softly: "Still forgotten? Or...the other two Unforgivable Curses?"

He said calmly, as if in class: "Neville, I have a deep connection with the Unforgivable Curse. When I was in school, I learned these three spells - Cruciatus, Imperius, and Deathstroke. curse."

"I've always wanted to find someone to try, but I'm too soft-hearted. Now I think about it, what spell can't kill people? Clear water can be like a spring."

Neville looked at him quiveringly, as if to recognize his face for the first time.

"Don't look at me like that, learn to respect the professor, don't you?" the man said.

"You're not my professor!" Neville yelled, took his wand from his pocket and aimed it at him, but the next second, his wand was taken away.

"Silent Disarming Charm, I taught you, Neville. Maybe you could try to be a little more angry?"

Neville immediately pulled out a second wand from behind him—he had been carrying two wands, his father's, and his own. The anger caused him to silently cast a stun spell, but was blocked by a wave, and the man said, "Too weak, Neville. You're not angry enough—"

A thin layer of magic barrier flew towards Neville, knocking him straight into the air.

Neville got up from the ground and looked at him unyieldingly.

"I don't like the look in your eyes... So, gouge your heart out! Gouge your heart out!"

The grandmother screamed in pain. Neville's eyes widened in horror, and he desperately stood in front of her. The expected pain didn't appear. He didn't have time to tell. That's right, procrastination!

He was going to watch this man get caught, just like those Death Eaters.

Neville worked his brains hard, never before. "I trust you so much...I see you as an example..."

He recited recklessly the most familiar thing recently, it was a small story, and the story itself originated from this man——

"Gnar was a clumsy man. He was told that clumsiness by others, and over time he thought so too.

Gnar likes to play with clay dolls. He has a natural sensitivity to the properties of different kinds of soil. He likes to watch black, red, brown, white, and gray. The soil of various colors is formed little by little in his hand, and becomes delicate and cute. shape.

This kind of love is not stressful, but it can bring comfort to Gnar when he is sad.

His parents are very busy and don't usually accompany him very much. Even the most important Christmas is just a quick meeting. His biggest wish is that they can spend more time with him. "

Neville recited reluctantly, until he realized that the wand on the opposite side was down, and his grandmother's deep voice came from beside him: "Forget it, Mr. Hepp, forget it..."

Neville stared blankly as Grandma got up from the ground and the professor came out of the shadows.

Ten minutes later—

Neville was sulking by himself, the old lady Longbottom coaxed him, Felix looked at him awkwardly, "Neville—"

Neville turned his face away from him, clutching the corner of his clothes.

"Why lie to me?" he said angrily.

"It's part of the plan," said old Lady Longbottom, "for--"

"Let me tell you, Mrs Longbottom." Felix began, looking at Neville: "This stemmed from an absurd idea I had when I was in school, and I've been through several magical riots that brought me For enormous benefit, I had imagined whether it might be possible to artificially induce a magical insurrection..."

"But I've never seen an instance in anyone else until a few months ago, in Diagon Alley, when I met Potter."

"Harry?" Neville asked suddenly.

"That's right, he went through a very painful thing at the time, so a magical riot broke out, and I persuaded him to test with me... Until I found you again, I presume that your magical activity was not high when you were young, in other words— - Laziness is too strong, so it makes you very difficult to learn magic..."

"So are you, aren't you?" said Neville stiffly.

"What?" Felix looked at him.

"The one you're talking about, the magic riot," said Neville, who was terribly calm now. "It sounds like you need a huge boost, and you've just tried to provoke me time and time again. So I ask you, are you the same?"

Felix looked at him calmly, "You're right, so am I."

Neville stood up with a stern face. "So, what Aunt Meliam said was also arranged by you? Is it all acting?"

"No, Neville—" said old Lady Longbottom.

Neville looked stubbornly at Felix: "I want you to tell me yourself."

"I didn't make that arrangement, but—" Felix said, "I was there when they were talking."

Neville suddenly said, "I'm going back to the ward. Be alone for a while." He picked up the schoolbag on the ground, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

There was a dead silence in the room.

After a long time, Felix said: "The moment he blew the door, I thought we had succeeded."

Mrs. Longbottom said tiredly: "Maybe it shouldn't have been from the beginning..." She pursed her lips, "I used to be too demanding of him, I hope that child can become an Auror like his father, But in fact, it's good to be ordinary."

"I don't think so, ma'am. Dumbledore told me not to play with the mind," Felix said. "But who can escape the control of the mind? I don't approve of this failure, we came close to it. , if it could be done better—"

Mrs. Longbottom looked at him and said hesitantly, "Mr. Hepp?"

"I don't think there is anything wrong with my thinking, from the very beginning of the design, to-" Felix stopped suddenly, his eyes bulged, he turned his head to the side of the air incredulously, his line of sight seemed to penetrate space. Then, he ran out of the room suddenly, turned around the corner, and stared at a ward at the end of the corridor on the other side.

Felix tapped his forehead. From a black and white perspective, a powerful and gentle tide of magic spread from inside. The pure white light without a trace of impurities continued to impact his inherent concepts.

"What's this—what's the matter?" said the old lady Longbottom in a panic.

Felix didn't answer. He walked step by step to the ward where the Longbottoms were, and opened the door. He saw that Neville was screaming in the arms of a woman, and a man with a soft expression was holding the woman and her. Neville, they couldn't hide their tiredness, they were still in their sick clothes, but their eyes were about to overflow with love.

Various small ornaments in the room floated in the air, making a "humming" sound, and several patients in the bed next to them were bathed in warm light, which became the best footnotes to answer Felix's questions.

"Magic violence..." he said word by word.