A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Little by little, a cold, grey-white light pierced the fog in the forest just before dawn, and the conversation drew to a close.

"Master, the newspaper said that the Longbottoms have recovered, and they will accuse me..." the figure lying on the ground whispered.

"Time will erase all traces. Haven't my servants forgotten my prestige too, how many of them have ever crawled at my feet and kissed my robe?" said Voldemort softly.

Barty Crouch Jr. trembled suddenly, as if an invisible whip was hitting him.

But Voldemort ignored him and said lazily: "I want to share an insight with you, magic is power. Do you know why memory extraction and Veritaserum cannot be used as evidence in court? It is because they are unreliable, these methods can be used. Deceived by a clever wizard. I ask you - were you caught on the spot?"

"No, no," whispered Barty Crouch Jr.

Voldemort sneered twice, "That's it. There are too many ways to deny their accusations, the compound potion, the oblivion spell, the confusion spell... The key is whether there is a sufficient witness!"

"If Dumbledore came out and identified you, it would be troublesome, but an ordinary Auror couple? Don't forget, their own memories are glued together, how credible are they?"

Barty Crouch Jr's face flushed with excitement.

"Ideally, according to the original plan, I was successfully resurrected, recruited the old Ministry in the shadows, and accumulated strength. After you kill Moody, inherit the old Crouch's reputation and relationship, and enter the Ministry of Magic... when the time comes," he Whispered softly, "You'll be rewarded with great honor, the position of Minister of Magic, but the most humble reward."

"Your will is my mission, Master."

...

The sun finally came out, and the fog in the forest completely dissipated, leaving no trace. The camp became lively.

Felix hadn't slept for long. He always felt that Barty Crouch came from nowhere, and after thinking for a long time, he had no clue. When it was dawn, he saw Cremy come out of the cubicle, holding a cup of hot cocoa and a thin blanket in the other hand, half-squinting and yawning.

"What, can't sleep?"

Cremy blinked, and then saw Felix sitting on the sofa, "Professor, why don't you turn on the light?" She walked to the table where yesterday's meal was served and patted a magic lamp in the shape of a bronze eagle. It flapped its wings, flew into the air and spat out a ball of light, and the tent instantly lit up.

She sat across from Felix, covered herself with a blanket, and couldn't help yawning again, "Oh, I really can't sleep, I'm going to stay up for a while and go back to the office to sleep. When are we leaving?"

"You can go whenever you want," Felix said mildly. "We don't need a door key, we just Apparate away." He glanced at the other two simple compartments in the tent, "Wait a minute. James and Arik."

Clemie hugged the thin blanket, drank hot cocoa, and chatted one after another.

"When the vacation is over, I have to go back to Gringotts to hand over the work... It's a pity, I made a lot of friends in Egypt." She snapped her fingers and said something interesting, "That's right," she said. Suddenly he asked with interest: "Professor, did Bill ever call you by your nickname - the Wandering Sphinx?"

"……No."

"This nickname is very interesting, why is no one called it?" Keremy showed a regretful expression, "I heard someone in the company call you the snake king behind your back, I don't think it's very good, it's easy to remind people of the basilisk... …”

"Well, I don't care what others say." Felix made a cup of tea for himself, very leisurely.

Before she knew it, Cremy ran out of hot cocoa and stared at Felix's tea. "Want to try it?" Felix asked, and Cremy said hesitantly, "I heard that drinking it will make you sleepless..."

At this moment, a deep female voice came from outside the door: "Is that Mr. Felix Hepp inside? I'm Olim Maxime, from the French Beauxbatons School of Magic."

Felix showed a surprised expression, "Wait a minute, ma'am." He stood up and stretched out his hand as he walked towards the door, "Whoosh!" A coat flew out from the room, put it on him, and fastened it flexibly. Button up.

Cremy also slipped back into the room with the blanket and empty glass.

Walking out of the tent, I saw a tall woman face to face. Unlike the side she had hurriedly glimpsed in the middle of the night, she was obviously dressed up, wrapped head to toe in a blue cotton-satin dress, her hair pulled back in a shiny black bun, and a ribbon around her neck. Opal necklace.

"Madame Maxime?" Felix tentatively said the title he had overheard.

Madame Maxime gave an elegant smile, she stretched out her hand, Felix froze for a moment, grabbed it lightly, and touched the back of her hand with his lips.

"Mr. Hepp," said Mrs. Maxime, "excuse my rash visit, but we're leaving during the day, and I really don't want to miss my meeting with the new trustee."

"Has Beauxbatons got the news?"

"There is a list of school directors in the principal's office. When Mr. Nick Lemay died, I saw your name on it." Madame Maxime said sadly.

"It turns out that you are the headmaster of Beauxbatons."

They went into the tent and Madame Maxime sat in Cremy's place, who took up the entire sofa by herself and had to put her legs on her side.

Felix took out the empty teacup and put it in front of the two of them, while directing the teapot to pour the tea, he said, "Actually, I have long wanted to visit Beauxbatons, but I heard that some details of the competition have not been finalized. , there are many objections, so I didn't leave in order to avoid suspicion."

Mrs. Maxime said: "Every Triwizard Tournament is a big problem, not to mention two more schools. The Ministry of Magic is not very happy..."

Felix knew she was talking about the French Ministry of Magic.

"At least the general direction should be determined. Is there anything difficult to choose?"

Madame Maxime took a sip of tea and said casually: "The general direction is confirmed, but the details must not be sloppy, because if you agree to the 'unfair' rules this time, it is likely to become the next practice. ."

"Every school has its own ideas, and so does every Ministry of Magic. We need to confirm the rules before lighting the Goblet of Fire."

"Are the US and Africa making unacceptable conditions?" Felix asked.

He really didn't pay much attention to the progress of the Championship, but when he went to the Dragon Sanctuary, he heard from the captain of Charlie Weasley. It is said that Fudge made a lot of compromises in order to spread the influence of the event from Europe. .

"The location of the match is determined first, or in Europe. According to the order, this time it is Hogwarts' turn," said Mrs. Maxime. "Ilvermorny and Vagadu can only line up at the back."

Felix nodded, knowing that the Triwizard Tournament had been held in rotation until it was suspended.

"As for the specific items of the competition, it will be decided by the Ministry of Magic where the competition is located, which is the British Ministry of Magic. It will be kept secret from us throughout the process." She paused and snorted, "Dumbledore must know, But I believe in his character..."

"Our principals can participate in the decision, which is the more subtle things, such as the number of participants, the age of the players, the ban on magic and other details, and the controversy is also here."

"for example?"

"Ilvermorny asks for an increase, saying they have four Houses, and each House must elect at least one champion."

Felix laughed dumbly: "Isn't it a matter of the Goblet of Fire to pick warriors, they still want to do it for them?"

Mrs. Maxim nodded. "They did have the idea, but Beauxbatons, Hogwarts and Durmstrang firmly disagreed, so they gave up."

"And Vagadu's self-transformation," she pursed her lips, and said a little in shock, "I also learned after understanding that they actually mastered the human body-transforming magic that is very similar to Animagus. Nearly one-third of all Waggardu students can transform into leopards and elephants, not to mention the elite students who can do more..."

"Self-transformation? I've heard of this magic, but it shouldn't disrupt the balance of the game, right?"

"It depends on how you look at it." Mrs. Maxime explained: "Some animals have advantages that humans do not have. For example, if a certain level is compared to speed, the students of Navagado naturally have an advantage."

"But this doesn't mean anything. It can only be said that Vagadu's students showed their own characteristics." Felix didn't think there was any problem.

"Then do you know how much time Vagadu's students spend on this magic?" Madame Maxime asked.

"Is it too long?" Felix guessed.

"At least three to five years of study," said Mrs. Maxime, "They enter school at the age of ten, and after a year of observation, they choose a suitable direction, usually two or three subjects are the main ones, and three or four are minors. By the senior year, they'll focus all their energy on the main subjects."

"For example, a little wizard, starting from the second grade, can get in touch with all the knowledge of self-transformation, and start to prepare and practice, and then after several years of uninterrupted practice, until he learns. Even those who have spare capacity to learn, You can also choose the second form, the third form.”

"It's really unique." Felix nodded. The principal of Vagadu should think that this is the knowledge that students must master, so he will do this. There are some similarities with the advice he gave Dumbledore, but if you really want to analyze it, the difference is quite big.

"Where is the dispute?"

"It's fine if you look at it alone, but how about comparing Vagado with Durmstrang? Vagado's students take part in the competition with magic they have practiced for years, and there are no restrictions, while Durmstrang However, the students of the school have to endure not being able to use the black magic they are best at. Of course Karkaroff disagrees, they have lost too many times in the past, and they don’t want to be embarrassed anymore.”

Felix knew that this was the crux of the problem. The hegemony competition represented honor, and the unprecedented top five competition represented an unprecedented honor. The championship was destined to be recorded in the annals of history and circulated for many years.

In the face of huge honors, the slightest advantage has to be counted, not to mention that there is still such a big gap, no one wants to dance with shackles.