A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After returning from Diagon Alley, Felix tried the monster statue in front of the principal's office again with the patron saint. This time, he was not blocked, and he saw Dumbledore.

Entering the office, the portraits of the Headmasters on the wall were snoring in their frames, and Dumbledore was staring intently at the Pensieve.

Felix was surprised to hear Rita Skeeter's voice, with an echo. Her two-inch nails, painted as red as blood, flashed away in the Pensieve, and she said slyly, "Oh, Dumbledore, you know, my book is coming out soon..."

Dumbledore murmured, "That wouldn't be a good idea... Felix?" he said, looking up, stirring the silvery substance in the Pensieve with his wand, Rita Skeeter's face with her The bright long nails disappeared all together.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you've been really busy lately, but I really didn't expect you to meet her." Felix said with a smile, "Did you come up with an autobiography? If so, it's a good idea to ask her for help. Not a good idea."

This was in response to Dumbledore's self-talk when he had just come in.

Dumbledore was amused, his beard quivering. "There are many ways to leave traces, magical portraits, memories of classroom 7, or even simply living in people's memories... but I don't think it should include an autobiography."

Felix shrugged, fingering the silverware on the table, watching it make chirping noises and puff out wisps of smoke.

"Any gains?"

"Ah, apart from a few memories that prove that Voldemort has been very bad since he was a child... there is not much information worth paying attention to. In addition, I went to the seaside cave you mentioned, and I have to say, Felix, You are so rude, I only found a rubble."

The two then talked about the Iron Armor Curse. Dumbledore showed some interest, but soon he seemed a little tired, and Felix took the initiative to bid farewell.

"If you can, pay more attention to Madame Maxime, Felix," Dumbledore said behind him.

Felix frowned, "Is she suspicious?"

"No, of course not," said Dumbledore softly, "I'm sure she won't be Voldemort's minion, I'm concerned about whether she'll be our friend..." He said troubledly: "Hagrid recently She had a closed door in front of her."

...

When I saw Hagrid again, it was the end of the month.

As December approaches, the weather is getting colder, especially after a sleet last night, mottled blue ice crystals all over the ground, and the students struggled across the courtyard in thick cloaks.

Felix followed the crowd to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Beauxbatons' carriage was in the distance, and a few students on the side of the carriage were looking around. They made a transparent ice slide and slid down from a height, not far from them. , which is Hagrid's Hut.

A witch in a scarf sat quietly beside the carriage, holding a golden egg in her arms. When she saw Felix, she ran over happily.

"Professor Hepp!"

"Miss Delacour?" Felix asked, glancing at the strand of silver hair that emerged from under the scarf.

"It's me," Furong lifted her scarf and smiled, "Madame Maxime is waiting for you."

The carriage was not crowded, it looked like a mobile hotel, with a dozen spacious rooms separated from the interior, and a living room similar to the college lounge in the center. It was as warm as spring, and the decorations were very characteristic of Beauxbatons. In addition to the large clusters of pink and blue flowers, he also saw a magic fountain, and the icy blue water mist was mixed with a Aromatherapy smell.

Fleur took him through a door with the Beauxbatons logo painted on it to the dining room in the carriage. Madame Maxime was eating. She wiped her mouth with a blue napkin and waved: "Sit down, Felix. Si... Furong, let's come together."

Furong sat obediently eating at the dining table, her silver shiny hair tucked to the left side of her neck, listening to the conversation between them.

Felix thanked him, and through the small round window he could see Hagrid's burly figure walking back and forth in front of the pumpkin patch, teaching a class to a group of students.

"It's really strange, how can anyone like that thing... is it called a fried tail scorpion or something?" Madame Maxime snorted from her nostrils, and gestured with a blue-colored one that was several times bigger than Felix's hand. The fork with the color pattern pointed to the blurry scenery in the distance.

"Fried-tailed snails," Felix said, scooping up a piece of seafood for himself, which he guessed was stock brought in from France, since he had never seen the fish, but it was a small number, and the soup was served with Black Lake I don't know if Hogwarts provided the fish, or if Beauxbatons' students caught it themselves.

Madame Maxime looked absent-minded, and said in a low interest, "I'm not interested in magical beasts."

"I happen to know a Fantastic Beasts expert, oh, not Hagrid, but another, Mr. Newt Scamander," Felix said. "He's retired, but the story of his youth is wonderful. , I talked to him a lot."

In fact, he had chatted with Newt's memories in classroom 7, and Felix had only recently discovered that he had a unique advantage in developing relationships with these memories.

Although the memory is like a person, it is not a person after all, but more like a ghost. The most intuitive difference is that they have no sense of taste and can only recall the delicacies they have eaten, and it just so happens that Felix can pull out a great meal from his mind - exclusive to ghosts and memories. After many years, Newt missed everything in the Hogwarts kitchen, and Felix learned a lot of interesting information.

Like how he got fired.

Felix talks about some of Newt's adventures. Unlike the "Dragon Quest" stories that Mrs. Maxime and Fleur usually hear, Newt's experience is full of knowledge and love for these magical beasts - he rarely uses violence against them, but Do what he can to make friends with these amazing animals.

"Anyway he rescued the poor ptarmigan from the Egyptian traffickers and sent it back to America..."

"Mr. Scamander has a heart of gold, and the feelings of animals are more sincere. It's me who is narrow-minded." Madame Maxime said emotionally, and the large glass of gin in front of her had bottomed out.

"And after that?" Furong asked.

"I don't know either," Felix spread his hands, "it might be a romantic love story after that, he met a lady. I guess they're playing the game of throwing the moon with meat balls together, I guess. ?"

After that, he talked about the current situation of French werewolves through a conversation.

"I know what you're talking about." Madame Maxime replied, "The wolf venom potion is an amazing invention. Our Ministry of Magic imported a batch. To be honest, it's a bit expensive... So the Minister is talking to this side. , I hope to be able to buy the formula of the medicine."

She said with some dissatisfaction: "Your minister is like a shrewd businessman who has asked us a lot of good things."

"He doesn't respect Madame Maxime!" Fleur screeched.

Felixus looked over, Madame Maxime shook her head slightly, but her eyes turned red, making him unable to help guess what Fudge said, or what he showed. But he wisely didn't ask.

Next, all three at the table ate in silence, and Madame Maxime glanced at Hagrid's pumpkin patch again. A cluster of sparks spewed from the tail of a huge exploding snail in the distance, pulling the student forward and slamming forward, dragging it forward in the snow.

"Ouch!" Madame Maxime laughed.