A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the office, Felix was still recalling what happened not long ago——

He and Neville stood in front of the clock tower, looking out into the distance. The dark clouds have turned into freezing rain and snowflakes, which makes tonight's evening extraordinarily gorgeous. Although there are no colorful clouds reflected by the clouds, it also makes the orange light of the sun appear mighty and unobstructed.

"A spectacular sight, isn't it?" Felix said softly.

Neville nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, but felt that his lips seemed to stick together, and he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried.

"I think I owe you an apology, Neville." Felix spoke first. Although Neville was still looking out, he could feel the professor's gaze falling on him.

"I, cough! I mean, Professor Heppe, I should say thank you, you cured my parents and inspired my talents...I, I..." he said blushing.

Felix changed the subject, "How are your parents?"

Neville seemed relieved, "Daddy and Mum are fine, they spent Christmas at home, everyone was happy, Grandma was drunk, although she didn't drink a few... The wine was almost all drunk by Algie Uncle drank."

"After the festival, my parents returned to St. Mungo's to receive follow-up treatment. They lost a lot of vitality over the years and had to recover for a period of time. But Aunt Meliam said that these are all small problems, which were previously caused by memories. The impact of the injury, many treatments cannot be used..."

Neville paused and said, "Before school starts, they asked me to thank you." He took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Felix.

Felix took the letter, and the seal was a gold-red fire lacquer print with a three-dimensional L-shaped pattern on it, which looked very formal. His fingers lightly touched the lacquer seal, and the letterhead popped open automatically. Inside was a sincere thank you letter and a gold-red card woven from metal filaments.

The card is embroidered with a string of names—

Augusta Longbottom, Algie Longbottom, Ani Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, Neville Longbottom...

Felix put away the card and the thank-you note solemnly, "I will reply with a formal letter, and if necessary, I will come to visit." Neville looked at him blankly, "Oh, uh...I will To grandma—and to mom and dad."

For the next time, they all silently watched the scene of the setting sun. From the beginning, half of the sky was smudged, and then it fell down a little bit. The shadow of the sun was no longer visible, but its brilliance was still like gold. embedded in the distant horizon.

Felix said suddenly, "Neville, you taught me a lesson."

"what?"

"It is difficult for a person to go beyond what he has experienced. Most of the decisions he makes are rooted in a reenactment of a scene from the past. It is like a cage of thinking, invisible and intangible. But when you want to When making a decision, it is always influenced by it.”

"The scary thing is that the people in the cage don't know it, if at this time, someone can wake him up and give him some hints to let him see the wider world, his concept will be greatly improved. "

"Neville, you used to fill that role."

Neville's breathing quickened, and he turned to look at Professor Hepp.

Felix said: "You should have complex senses towards me, gratitude, resentment, respect, hatred... all kinds of emotions are mixed together, and you don't know how to face me, don't you?"

Neville looked down at his shoes. He suddenly had a lot to say, but he held it back.

"I just said that a person's behavior can be affected by the past, and I am no exception. The deeper the past, the more profound the impact. When I prepared this plan, my mind subconsciously recalled the experience of my student days, I try to use myself as a template to try to replicate on you."

"Professor, your magical riot...is it scary? But didn't you defeat the entire Slytherin House?" Neville said softly.

"Ah... Even Dumbledore is not invincible from birth. When he was eleven or twelve years old, he might not necessarily beat Harry. Of course, we only talk about combat power, not wisdom."

Neville thought this sentence was a bit odd. Was Professor Hepp saying that Harry had no intelligence, or was he just stupid?

However, when he thought that the object of comparison was Headmaster Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of all time, he was relieved, but this was an honor and praise.

"I'm actually lucky," Felix laughed. "The same graders couldn't beat me, and the seniors were limited to the school rules and could only watch. After all, the punishment at that time was quite severe..."

"But if you can't help but take the initiative to attack the seniors, it's not in the scope of protection, you have to allow people to protect themselves, right? So they have been chatting in my ear for a long time, and once or twice I still I think they are naive and only play tricks, like flies that nagging and chewing their tongues, but over time, it is inevitable that they will accumulate some negative emotions."

"Exactly, for some special reasons, maybe it's talent... My magic power is more active than ordinary people, much more active, so I have experienced several magic riots."

"It doesn't really affect me, but I rightly classify it as a product of negative emotions."

Neville suddenly realized that it was so. He has been thinking hard for the past few days, but he still can't figure it out. Professor Hepu is so powerful, how could he be forced to riot many times with magic power, and now he finally understands that it is the reason for his talent.

He couldn't help but think enviously that Professor Heppe was the complete opposite of me - I was too lazy for magic and poor in talent...

However, everything is fine now.

Felix carefully observed the expression on his face and smiled, "Okay, I have already revealed a lot of my secrets, you have to keep them secret for me, now think about it, will you feel more comfortable?"

Neville lowered his head in shame, and said embarrassedly, "Professor, I just can't turn this corner for a while."

Felix said mildly: "I hope I can open up the matter. I do have some things that I have not considered properly. I hope you can forgive me."

"Professor, it's me who's being too sharp." Neville scratched his head and laughed naively.

"So, like a man, shake hands?" Felix took the initiative to extend his hand.

Neville blinked and blinked, holding the professor's hand.

"Neville, I'd like to invite you to my Rune Club, would you?"

"Can I, but—my grades aren't outstanding."

"Your diligence is in everyone's eyes, and I think I'm qualified to select members as I see fit."

"Of course I would!"

The earth finally swallowed the last ray of light, and night fell.

A slightly distressed voice came from the clock tower, "I found a problem, we seem to have missed dinner - let's go to the kitchen, I'll introduce you to a very friendly house elf, his name is Uncle Yun, I hope he sees it I've given him the recipe...there are a few dishes that I've been thinking about for a long time."

...

At the end of the memory, Felix sat on the sofa and said in a relaxed tone, "Isn't this very good."