A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After the conversation with Professor McGonagall, Felix just assigned an assignment, similar to the dueling system paper written by Harry and Hermione - what can help you get through when you are in danger. crisis?

"Whether it's character, knowledge, spells mastered, things you carry with you, you can write it down." The new president of the male and female student union passed his words to the ears of the selected students.

For the next week, many professors worked together to complete a major project, while Felix himself spent his time in the Room of Requirement, copying the magic and magic pipes above, as well as the crucial magic nodes. Now there is only one last step -

weekend morning.

Dumbledore and Felix stood in an empty room. There were no deformed hillsides and green spaces, and there were no traces of different venues during the duel competition. Even the black hanging gate used to select students a week ago disappeared. gone.

All that remains in the room is the Traceless Stretching Charm that Felix casts, making the interior space comparable to ten Quidditch fields. If it wasn't for the other four schools, Hogwarts could have let them live here.

The professors have already applied many solid spells and protective magics. In fact, every inch of this ancient castle has been soaked with powerful magic power.

There are only the two of them in the classroom right now, and they are having a serious conversation——

"What do you think?" Felix asked.

"It's worth a try," said Dumbledore lightly.

"I never thought that I would embed my magic into the Hogwarts defense system, and it will exist for a hundred or a thousand years..." Felix was in a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, Deng Bridor was looking at him with a smile.

"Let's start, Albus, the students outside can't wait." Felix said while clenching his wand.

Dumbledore was very kind. He raised his wand, waved his arms like a conductor in a band, and communicated with the ancient castle in a way that Felix couldn't understand.

"Om~"

I don't know if it was an illusion, Felix felt that the castle under his feet came alive, like a sleeping dragon, but he turned slightly to the side, built nests, made holes in it, and parasitic small creatures on the scales. The whole world has changed.

Clusters of magic power turned into entities, purple, blue, yellow, blue, bronze, green, gray... they converged and quickly separated from each other, forming flowers of magic power.

"Felix—" Dumbledore said solemnly.

Felix understands that he needs to make these magic anchored and form a solid link - like the House of Requirement.

A fluffy silver ball appeared in his hand, a bit like the seeds of fluffy grass, and like a cluster of neural networks. From time to time, a light blue electric current flickered, and it slowly floated into the air. It then rapidly expands into a three-dimensional structure that occupies the entire spacious room.

Felix chanted a complicated spell to make these tentacles and cores blend into this space little by little. The tentacles like synapses absorbed the magic of the Lord and stabilized the magic nodes above.

After that everything disappeared. Magic, tentacles, nodes... they are completely integrated into the room.

Felix switched his perspective, found those nodes, and hidden them one by one, making it difficult for even powerful wizards to find them. Dumbledore is doing the same thing, and he also arranges stable magical passages from the authority that no one knows and belongs only to the Headmaster.

As long as Hogwarts exists, as long as it's still recruiting, it's going to be like the House of Requirement, and it'll never go away.

Dumbledore completed all this and found four more thinking stone basins in front of Felix.

"This is...?" he asked curiously, with some guesswork in his mind.

"It's the memory of several professors," Felix said succinctly.

He took a deep breath. Everything before that was to create a suitable environment, and the next step was the highlight. Although this step was not difficult, he couldn't help but get nervous.

Felix controlled the four thinking stone basins to fly around, and it seemed as if the room was divided into four parts, and a stone basin was suspended in the center of each area.

"What's the point of doing this?" Dumbledore asked with interest, even for him, this was a rare large-scale magic practice, a rare fusion of alchemy, thinking magic and transfiguration in the magic world.

"Add a sense of ritual." Felix smiled and said. Then his tone turned serious. "So—the first manager, seventeen-year-old Albus Dumbledore."

The stone basin on the left of the two of them shattered, and countless thick silver clouds poured out from it. Then, a tall, thin young student with reddish-brown hair came out.

He held a wand on his slender and dexterous fingers, and swiped lightly to the left and right sides, and the thick fog was divided into two. Young Dumbledore had piercing blue eyes that shone with kindness and mischief.

"Old friend, you haven't given me much knowledge. My head is empty. How can I deal with those troublesome students?" said the young Albus Dumbledore. Although he was complaining, he didn't seem to Feeling troubled, he smiled and nodded to Felix instead.

Dumbledore looked at him, his eyes were wet, and he murmured: "This is when I just graduated, young and full of energy, thinking that I have a bright future..." He shook his long silver beard, He smiled and said, "Oh, I don't know if I mentioned it before. When I was young, I liked Bibi Duo Beans very much, but now I can't accept it."

"Time really changes everything."

The young Albus Dumbledore was waving his wand, setting off a silvery turbulent wave, and the mist was like a frozen ocean wave, fixed in mid-air, and then they deformed to form an open-air square, a lot of red and gold. Decor is dotted around.

Felix and Dumbledore watched for a while, then turned to the other side, Felix said softly: "The second person who selflessly provided memory - Minerva McGonagall."

The second thinking stone basin was fried to powder. A young and beautiful woman stood there, with thick black hair, about thirty years old, and green eyes. This is the young Minerva McGonagall, more of a Hogwarts Transfiguration professor, with a serious expression, hair pulled up high, and square glasses.

"It's funny..." She looked around, her lips pursed in a signature purse, "Let me think about what I need to do, Minerva left me with a to-do list."

Immediately, she stopped moving.

The third person to appear is the young Philius Flitwick, who is also much younger than the current Hogwarts Charms professor, has not worn gold-rimmed round eyes, and has fewer wrinkles. Wearing a solemn, rigorous suit.

According to himself, this is the outfit he wore when he won the Wizarding Duel title.

"Oh, Felix, Albus..." The young Flitwick bowed slightly and waved his wand gracefully, "Welcome to your presence, I don't think you are in the mood for a duel for the time being, but I Right here, waiting for you anytime."

The last stone basin exploded, and the young Felix came out. He looked exactly the same as now, but his expression was a little frivolous. He looked at Felix and pointed at him, "I need to talk to you. , you have given me too many restrictions."

"Oh, you don't need to," Felix muttered, allowing layers of silver clouds to completely cover him.

...

Felix said to Dumbledore: "They're not going to be there very often, they're the stewards of this secret place. Their job is to make it more dynamic and those experiences more realistic and controllable. Of course, I said It's after training."

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "You have told me all this, and I have no objection."

They walked out of the room together. Two dozen students waited anxiously outside. A little girl screamed, "Why isn't me on the list? Why?"

Professor McGonagall was comforting her and said, "Miss Greenglass, you are too young and psychologically immature, and it is really inappropriate..."

"I'm the champion of the first-year duel competition! The champion!" Astoria shouted at the top of her voice.

Professor McGonagall looked at her with a headache, when Dumbledore came over, bent down and said gently: "You are little Astoria? Your father sent me a letter, let's go and see it together, by the way. , I can recommend you a few sweets..."

"Really?"

"Professor McGonagall can testify for me..."

Mag on the side rolled his eyes, but finally solved a problem. She said to Felix, "These students are in your hands, Felix, I think—"

She thought about it and said nothing. Turned around and left.

Felix looked at the young faces, "Okay, classmates, bring your papers and come with me."

He took a few steps, stopped, looked at the half-open door, pulled out his wand, and sketched in the air, a line of gilded letters appeared above the door, "Classroom No. 7".

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, and Harry shrugged, "It's true to the name now."