A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix's heart is a little heavy. Although he and Nick Lemay have only met once, they have communicated many times through magical photos. For him, Nick is closer to a teacher.

"Wait a minute, Headmaster Dumbledore, I have something to bring."

Paris France.

Felix revisited the old place, and under the guidance of Dumbledore, he came to a secluded street, separated by two streets, which was the Boothrace Hotel, where Muggle meetings were held during the summer vacation.

He saw a group of energetic young people here, and their young faces are still vivid in his mind, the student leader Yuria, the captured Matt who did not utter a word, Byers who valued friendship and family affection, the innocent Bethney...

Dumbledore handed Felix a piece of paper with the words "7 rue Montmorency" on it, and as he read the address in his mind, in the middle of two lawns, a small white house suddenly disappeared from the ground. out of the air.

"Bold Loyalty Charm." Felix's mind flashed this thought.

He glanced at the magnificent fiery cloud in the sky and followed Dumbledore into the house. Inside is a medieval-style living room, with all kinds of strange glass containers, candle holders, copper globes on the table, several sofas covered by white sheets, and the upper edge of the fireplace in the corner is smoked. black.

On the other side of the spiral staircase in the corner is an exquisite bookshelf, which is full of books. On the table opposite the bookshelf, there is a large crystal ball, and the light shines through the thick dust.

Under the guidance of Dumbledore, he came to a bedroom on the second floor. There was a small wooden sign on the coffee-colored door, which read: Nick and Perenal.

Pushing the door open, an old man lay quietly on the bed, his chest was motionless, his face was terrifyingly white, and when he got closer, he heard a light snoring.

"Nick," said Dumbledore softly, "here comes Felix."

After a long while, the old man opened his eyes, his eyes were covered with a layer of white shading, and said in a trembling voice, "Felix?"

"It's me, Nick, long time no see." Felix said casually, holding the speculum hidden in his pocket in his hand, this belated Christmas present might not be delivered.

"Felix—I've been looking forward to—the day I actually meet you," Nick tried to widen his eyes, but his vision was blurry, "but, something delayed—"

"Don't you have a Philosopher's Stone, how could you..."

"Destroyed, child, I have lived for nearly seven hundred years, and death... is not a bad thing."

Nick Lemay stretched out his hand tremblingly from under the quilt. "Felix - oops!" he exclaimed bitterly.

Felix heard a crisp click, and he was silent for a while. Although the timing was wrong, he still wanted to laugh. He remembered the scene of Nick walking away with small steps when the two met for the first time. His fingers twitched slightly, causing the quilt to move down a bit.

"thanks--"

Nick spread his palms, revealing a golden key.

"I know I'm going to die soon, but it doesn't matter - I have no children with Perenal, and before I die, I need to find someone to inherit my knowledge."

"Why me?" Felix asked. He focused on Rune, not alchemy. Nick Lemay wouldn't be clear.

"I want the world to be a better place, you are the right person, and everything fits my requirements - it's the result of my deliberation."

Felix's heart skipped a beat. Nick Lemay's hundreds of years of research results, this is such a huge amount of knowledge, and the paths of the two can be said to be very compatible, and there is a natural connection.

"Have you thought about it?" He suppressed the emotions in his heart and confirmed again, subconsciously ignoring the old man's words at the beginning.

"Except, except for a little worry—I've attached a condition to it—" Nick Lemay said, cheek sideways, facing the window, faintly audible cars passing by.

Felix's expression became cautious, he knew it would not be so simple. But he really doesn't want to miss this rare opportunity. No matter how difficult the conditions proposed by Nick Lemay are, he will do it as much as possible, and he doesn't think that Nick will propose things that he can't do.

So he said softly, "What do you need me for, Nick?"

The old man was breathing hard, his chest like a battered bellows, and Dumbledore said softly, "Nick, you—" but the old man shook his head, "Don't stop me, Albus."

"Felix, remember—remember what I said when we first met? Old people love—embedding themselves in a place in the world—seeking a sense of security—"

His eyes suddenly widened, his face was bloodless, and he looked a bit like a ghost.

Felix's heart sank, he knew what Nick was going to say! Sure enough, the old man gasped for a while and said, "I've been getting to know you all this time, and the more I know, the more worried I'll be that you're going astray. So—ho, ahem! As long as—as long as you sign a contract, Everything I have - is yours."

"Unbreakable oath?" Felix hid his face in the shadows, and his words lost warmth.

Unbreakable oath is a kind of magic that makes an oath between wizards. It is very powerful. Those who violate the oath have only one result - death. Felix had also signed a magical contract with people before, but compared with the unbreakable oath, the degree of restraint was very different.

For the former, he can still think of ways to get rid of and transfer the magic effect, but for the latter, he has no way.

He absolutely couldn't bear to be locked up in a cage!

Nick gasped and didn't speak, completely acquiescing to Felix's guess. He just tried hard to lift the key in his hand, but he couldn't help feeling a little weak.

"You came up with such a solution after careful consideration. It's really hard for you." Felix stabbed.

"Me, cough!" Nick coughed violently.

"Sorry--"

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse! Felix - my conditions are not harsh, you can listen first - "

"I don't have the slightest interest." The unbreakable oath was at the cost of his life. He couldn't agree to it. What's more, he felt that his feelings had been betrayed.

Felix looked at Dumbledore, his eyes full of exploration: "So, you are here to be a witness?"

"No, Felix." Dumbledore said sadly, "I don't know what Nick is thinking either." He looked at the old man and said in a deep voice, "Nick, we all know that this is not a good solution."

Nick didn't retort, "I-I know, if I had time--I'd watch him for decades, but Felix--I'm dying--"

"It's your business," Felix's pale blue eyes were fixed on Nick Lemay, while he kept trying to hold up the golden key in his hand, "I have a piece of advice for you, while you still have time, you You can find someone who is willing to sign a contract."

Nick seemed refreshed, and his words became fluent: "If, if you say yes, you will inherit all my fortune, not just what you see - I have twelve safe houses around the world, seven The library, which contains my nearly seven hundred years of accumulation: alchemy, ancient rune, magic code, ancient magic... I'm still the school manager of Beauxbatons, as long as you promise, everything is yours..."

"Trust me, the conditions are not harsh." His eyes were full of hope.

Felix said coldly: "I'm not stupid. I have nothing to say except refusal."

Nick fell silent, the light in his eyes faded, he suddenly struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall, this movement made his body tremble, "A-Albus, please- please leave for a while. —" he gasped.

Dumbledore glanced at him and Felix, sighed, "Nick, you..." He turned away.

There were only two people left in the bedroom.

Felix sat on the only chair, with his right leg raised, his black wand turned deftly in his hand, and he said easily: "What do you want to do, in your current state, but you can't do anything. "

Nick smiled: "This happens to be my advantage, I'm dying, it's my advantage." He deliberately emphasized this point.

Felix looked at him in surprise.

The old man said softly, "Your answer has not changed. I hate external restraints, so I have a backup plan." .

"You know ancient magic?"

"Living for a long time has this advantage. It can be used by analogy. In fact, I have never practiced..."

Felix asked cautiously, "What do you want?"

"From you? No, no, I just thought of being a guest at your house..."

"—Don't think about it!" Don't think about it in my head.

"I'm dying, Felix," the old man held out his hand and looked at him with pleading eyes, "no one will tell your secret!"

"..."

In the silence, Felix seemed to be able to see the life of the old man passing by little by little. Every breath was hissed like a snake. He suddenly softened and said angrily: "I will watch you die, You can't even think about dying!"

Nick Lemay laughed happily, for him at this moment, death is a blessing instead. His tone was content with relief: "You won't be disappointed."

Felix stood up, strode over to the bed, and scrutinized the thin, pale hand, grasping it when it was about to fall.