A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

July 21st at 10 am.

Felix was dressed formally, standing in the fireplace, sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, and shouted "Hogwarts Vice-Principal's Office". After a green flame passed, his figure disappeared.

In the vice-principal's office at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall was sorting out the school documents with a serious look.

The professor of Transfiguration, known for her sternness, was always expressionless, but she was in a good mood at the moment. Gryffindor House won the long-lost House Cup last school year, keeping the Dean of Gryffindor in a happy mood to this day.

"Pong!"

A faint green light flashed in the fireplace, and a young, polite man stepped out.

Felix looked at the surrounding environment, nothing changed, it's been a long time! He smiled gently at McGonagall: "Hello, Professor McGonagall, long time no see."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, which meant that her mood was rapidly deteriorating, or turned to work mode, "Long time no see, Felix."

Professor McGonagall also taught him and was one of his professors. For the famous student, her mood was complicated, certainly not the kind of complicated professor Snape had.

Before the long-lost House Cup, Gryffindor had a painful seven-game losing streak, and that experience had a lot to do with Felix.

Except for the first three years, Felix's learning environment was too bad, which forced him to fight back, so he deducted a lot of points. In the next few years, after he forcibly mixed with the little snakes, he seemed to finally realize that he was one A Slytherin student should fight for the honor of the house.

And the next few years can be described in one sentence, "Glory to Slytherin".

...

Felix stepped forward and looked at his pocket watch, "I hope I didn't miss the interview."

Professor McGonagall was interrupted, stood up and led him to the principal's office, "Chocolate Frog." She read the password and sent Felix in. Before leaving, she said, "Your book is very good. It seems that you have had a very fulfilling three years."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." He froze for a moment, smiled, and then stepped up the steps.

Three years after graduating, he is not white. Especially when he failed to apply for a job for the first time, he thought over and over again, suspecting that his student life was too vigorous, so he followed the advice of Principal Dumbledore, "walk more and see more."

He spent a year wandering the wizarding world, and the remaining two years in the Muggle world to work, uh, study Muggles.

The results are remarkable, three books in three years, two Muggle studies, and one ancient rune.

He also accumulated a small fortune.

Walking down the long steps, Felix entered the headmaster's office, which was full of books and alchemy products, and on the wall were portraits of Hogwarts headmasters.

On the side of the principal's desk, a phoenix closed its eyes and took a nap.

Dumbledore was studying something at his desk, and the whole office was very quiet.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, good morning." Felix greeted. With his opening, the room suddenly came alive.

The principal portraits opened their eyes one after another, looked at Felix, pointed and whispered.

One of the portraits is extremely exaggerated, "Ha! Here comes the best Slytherin!"

Portrait of a man with a goatee, slender eyebrows, and a Slytherin robe, Phineas Black, who was voted the least popular Hogwarts headmaster by students, also from Slytherin .

Felix saluted gracefully.

At this time, Headmaster Dumbledore finally raised his head. He had a very different appearance from ordinary people, with a silver-white beard that dragged long to his chest; his robes were not neatly dressed, and he wore a pair of half-moon-shaped glasses.

But these are not as good as his eyes, his eyes are very bright, and the blue pupils seem to be sparkling.

Felix was a little stunned. Time didn't leave too many traces on the headmaster, and it seemed that it left too many traces.

"Ah, ah! It's Felix," Dumbledore stood up and strode forward, his movements vigorous. "I've been waiting for you."

Felix shook hands with the principal slightly cautiously. After all, he came to apply for a job and was rejected three times.

The two sat on the chair, Dumbledore looked at him through the thin lenses, and waved his wand at the same time, "What would you like to drink? Pumpkin juice? Tea?" Then he blinked, "I still have fresh butter here. beer."

"A cup of tea, thank you."

Dumbledore waved his wand, a cup of steaming tea floated in front of him, and Felix took a sip. A bitter taste rushed into the mouth and nose, it was old tea. It seems that the principal doesn't usually drink tea much.

"The tea Sybil gave me, although I can't taste it personally, is from the far east, according to her."

fraud!

Felix slandered, at least one of you two is a liar.

After drinking tea, the conversation began to get to the point.

"Felix, you have done an excellent job in recent years. I have been reading your books. I have to say that you are very novel and in-depth in Muggle research...give me a lot of ideas for this old man."

Felix smiled, "Thanks to your advice, the world of Muggles is amazing, especially in recent decades, they have developed rapidly. As for writing... Maybe it's because I'm Muggle-born too, and I have a lot to say about them. an understanding."

Dumbledore shook his head, "Born does not erase your efforts. There are many people in the wizarding world who are Muggle-born, but they are not good at Muggle research. At most, they have a deeper understanding of some common sense. But that's far from understanding."

Of course, because I was a pure Muggle in my last life.

Dumbledore waved his wand and flew out a book from his desk. The title of the book is "The History of the Muggle Struggle: From A Million Years Ago", which is one of Felix's books. He was a little surprised, it turned out that Dumbledore had been reading his book just now.

"This book is very inspiring to me, I read it more than once, especially you from the history of science and technology - is that the word? From the perspective of the history of science and technology, to explain how Muggles are step by step from being like a beast to a hundred years of experience. Ten thousand years, it has developed to the present level. I have to say, this is a miracle."

"You also point out that every once in a while, Muggles make rapid leaps in their technological level, and the intervals are getting shorter and shorter, and you even predict that the next leap is not far away - very enlightening!" Dumbledore said. His book is full of praise.

Felix humbly said: "I didn't create this idea. In fact, many sociologists in the Muggle world, oh, Muggle scholars who study Muggles, their works have given me a lot of help. ."

Dumbledore said calmly, "Many Muggles are equally intelligent, but few in the wizarding world admit it."

"I agree with you, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore blinked immediately, seemingly skipping the topic just now, and said playfully: "So, you should have read a lot of Muggle books? Frankly speaking, many of my Christmas gifts are books. They seem to think that I I prefer books. But I've actually read most of them, and I prefer a pair of wool socks."

"Of course, if it was a book from the Muggle world, I don't think I would say no."

Bright hints...

At least he knows what to give for Christmas...

"Yes, although they don't have magic, some of them are willing to spend more than ten years to complete a book devoted to a problem or a theory." Felix said softly, "It's very difficult. Therefore, very precious."

Dumbledore was somewhat relieved, "It seems that you have really gained a lot in the past few years." Then he suddenly asked a question, "Then why do you insist on coming to teach at Hogwarts?"