A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

It is followed by a long list of 'such as'.

Felix estimates that as long as he is a normal person, he will definitely be moved by one or two of the above-mentioned contents, provided that it can be realized.

Below the flyer, is a rudimentary map.

Felix's curiosity became even heavier. The person who handed him the flyer was obviously an ordinary person, but was it a coincidence or a coincidence that he went straight to him? He felt that it was more likely to be doing mysterious things in the name of magic. As for what it was, he decided to take a look.

Felix follows the directions on the flyer through the backcountry streets, and this hand-drawn map is 'featured', with hidden markings on the corners of every street corner, and needs some thought.

Felix stood in front of a wall, stared at the graffiti on it, looked at it for a while with the help of the dim street light, and then turned to the left according to the guidance of the big rat holding the vertical sign on the graffiti.

There are no lights here, the shops on both sides of the street are shabby, and there are a lot of abandoned garbage on the corners. The only light that is on is flickering constantly, and with the whimpering cold wind, it has the feeling of a horror movie shooting scene. .

But Felix can construct the truest horror if he wants to, and vice versa.

'There were three people looking at me in the dark along the way, there was no trace of magic, and the bad feeling in my emotions was not too strong... just for money? ' Felix walked slowly. Since it had nothing to do with magic and it wasn't a certain dark wizard fishing, his interest in the end of the road quickly diminished, and he stopped from time to time to admire the graffiti on the walls along the way.

If you have to describe it, this is the necrotic organization of the city of London, forgotten by the city hall, and ignored in several plans. In the end, it became a paradise for wild cats and dogs, and it is also the most popular place for those 'rebellious young people'. favorite place.

After a few minutes.

Felix pushed open a dilapidated door and walked in. The simple map on the flyer has long been useless. The reason why he found this place is because of the movement of people here, and because the door is painted with a delicate looking painting. Magic Array.

Looking at the window and mottled signboard at the door, it should have been a clothing store before. But the sign says 'House of Magic' in graffiti-style font.

Felix had a bad premonition that no wizarding group would do such a thing. It was more like something tinkered and imagined by some occult fans on the street.

You will not be deceived...

At this moment, two burly and strong men walked towards him. At first glance, they were the type who were better at communicating with fists. Felix sighed, and the silver light flashed in his eyes one after another, "Bang!" "Bang!" , they slammed into the ground without saying a word.

A few minutes later, the few people who came to help didn't run away.

Felix searched the abandoned hut, and a thick layer of dust accumulated in the house indicated that the original owner had been away for a long time. His expression was rather disappointed.

"A robbery gang...and maybe kidnapping and extortion?"

This was the intelligence Felix got from the heads of these people, and it was a big disappointment, especially when he knew the fliers came from a nearby trash can, which was a double blow.

The truth of the matter is outrageous-

This used to be the secret base of a society of occultism enthusiasts. It may have been disbanded due to the coming of winter or other reasons. Those leaflets were thrown into the nearby trash cans, which happened to be used by these passing robbery gangs: they were promoting Familiar words were found on the list (dizzy, fluttering, not knowing where I was when I woke up...), and they agreed that this description was very consistent with the effect of taking some 'analgesics', so they put this sentence The key points are marked as tacit signals on the street to attract people in need to take the bait.

Even Felix got this hint when he talked to the addict. Unfortunately, Felix didn't notice it at all, but was attracted by the word 'magic' on the flyer, so the gang was out of luck.

"Fortunately, I got excited when I saw the two occult symbols at the door." Felix said dissatisfiedly, feeling that he was wasting his time. He should be in the warm office of Hogwarts now.

"What's the emergency call... 999?"

Felix suddenly heard footsteps coming from a distance and stopped outside the door.

"Anyone?" a young voice asked.

Felix blinked, pulled the door open a narrow gap, lowered his head, and met a pair of gray eyes. The owner of the eyes held a leaflet in one hand and a wooden stick in the other, and looked at him wincingly.

Judging simply by his clothes, Felix guessed that this man was not in the same group as the gangsters before - even in the eyes of the other party, he looked even more terrifying, which could be seen from the trembling hand.

"Is something wrong?" Felix muttered out of his throat.

He wants to get rid of the person in front of him as soon as possible, and then make an anonymous call to the police... Well, maybe it can be delayed until tomorrow morning, I heard that sleeping on the floor is good for the waist.

"Hello, is this the House of Magic?" the visitor asked cautiously, the trembling hand raised the flyer in his hand, and when Felix turned his eyes from the flyer to the stick, The hand holding the stick disappeared immediately in front of him, and unless Felix stuck his head out, he would definitely not be able to see it through the wall.

The visitor smiled awkwardly.

"What's the matter with you?" Felix asked again with a dark face, raising his voice.

"I, uh... I saw the flyer, it said that a wish of a member could be fulfilled..."

Felix was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at the ruins in the house and the fugitive sleeping like a dead pig on the ground. He turned his head and said sincerely, "You are so lucky."

"So, is it true?" said the excited voice.

Felix saw a pair of hopeful eyes, he smacked his lips, and his attitude became a little more serious: "So what? I suggest you finish your words at once..."

A trembling hand came before him. "I...I practice the piano. My hand was injured because of an accident. I hope I can play the piano again."

Felix looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. This was sentenced to death by science, so he turned to, or put his hope in, mysticism?

To be honest, he didn't think it was a smart move. Most wizards consciously abide by the laws of secrecy and rarely interact with ordinary people. Among the few exceptions with no scruples, the dark wizards took the lead again.

But the sudden appearance of the visitor in front of him makes things interesting, and may be a day to remember. Felix thought.

So he said: "It's not that your idea can't be realized...but you should be able to guess that magic is expensive..." He deliberately said in an obvious philistine tone.

"I brought the money," the man said hastily, and added cautiously, so as not to look like he was taking advantage, "I only brought a third of it, and if you can really grant my... wish, I'll pay you the rest."

"Money is of no use to me, and there are many things more important to wizards than money. You have—" Felix said in a low voice.

"You want my eyes!?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "I hate horror stories like this, full of unfounded assumptions... I have one myself, and I have one more than you." He grinned suddenly, pointing his forehead at him. He pointed, a blue light bloomed from the middle of his forehead, and in the layers of blue halo, one eye slowly opened.

"what--!"

To Felix's surprise, after the scream, the uninvited guest's eyes widened. He didn't mean to run away, but kept asking excitedly: "What price do I need to pay, soul? Health? Appearance? Longevity. ?"

"I'm not familiar with demons," Felix muttered, and he hesitated. "Come in."

He turned around, and a layer of bright silver light silently covered the whole room. The ruins of the room and the piles of fugitives disappeared before his eyes. The dusty floor turned into a red carpet. The rubble and glass fragments flew to the ceiling and turned into small orange lights. The fugitives It has become a green potted plant and is piled up in the corner.

The tattered chair seems to have been repainted, the back of the chair is continuously elongated and raised, two pieces of clothing are quickly wrapped around the chair, turning into two armrests, and several clothing supports hold up a deep semicircle. color arch bridge...

When strangers came in, they saw a small concert hall with a piano in the center. Opposite the piano is the auditorium with only one seat, occupying the best position.

"Is, uh, wizards like listening to music too?"

"Ha!" Felix laughed and sat on the chair - he suddenly had a black cloak on his body, the interior was brightly lit but he couldn't see his face clearly, two silver streaks protruding from the hood Ray, Felix said in a low, hoarse voice: "Ready to make a deal with the wizard?"

"What do you need, Mr. Wizard?"

"A memory, your best memory."

The man was stunned, and hesitantly said: "I don't even know what the best memory is, only pain is left in the past six months..."

"It's okay, your heart will tell me the answer. So... the deal is done?" Felix said, thinking in his heart that he should have prepared a pair of bat wings and an arrow-shaped tail in advance.

But thinking about wings...

Felix suddenly wandered into the sky, he thought of a good idea, maybe he could create a brand new flying magic creation, a set of flying wings. He always felt that the posture of sitting on the broom was a bit stupid, um, don't worry, go back and think about it before telling Remus.

"...Mr. Wizard? Do I need to sign anything?"

"What did you say?"

"It's a contract or something, the devil... I mean, the kind that wizards sign with ordinary people."

"No, am I still afraid that you will default on your bills?" Felix said casually, leaning on the back of his chair.

...

The crisp piano sounded, and the first few notes were still a little jerky. This was the influence of the injured hand, but soon, the tune became coherent and melodious. Felix narrowed his eyes and tapped lightly. beat. It didn't take long for him to frown, and the style of the tune in front of him was completely unrecognizable. This feeling was like the cold and sad moonlight suddenly turned into a high-pitched and passionate charge war song. Just listened to two sentences, and it changed in the next second. It became a gurgling stream, a low and solemn forest horn...

It's not music anymore, it's noise.

But the 'contractor' was very happy to play, especially after realizing what the happiest memory is, he has put all his mind into the music, because after tonight, this happiness will be lost forever... …

Felix felt a pure radiant joy. The ability of the dementor made him able to easily detect and distinguish these emotions. It seemed that a golden vortex had formed in the yard, constantly expanding outward. Felix pulled out his wand. , twirling gently, collecting some spilling emotions.

When magic and this precious emotion mix, a drop of golden liquid forms.

His fingertips beat to the rhythm of the keys, until the moon was covered in clouds, interrupted by the whimpering wind.

"Have a cup of tea, your hands are shaking from the cold." Felix said, a cup wobbled and floated in front of the piano, and the liquid in the cup jumped with golden ripples.

"It's not frozen, it's just like that... What kind of tea is this, it tastes weird?"

Felix stood up and straightened his waist, "Your music is unforgettable, I hope to have the opportunity to see your official performance. Then...the Magic House will say goodbye to you, and I wish you a nice day. He waved his hand, and the person opposite seemed to have no weight and flew out of the room lightly.

With a bang, the door closed.

"Oh, Mr. Wizard, you know that's impossible... Mr. Wizard? You haven't been paid yet, where am I going to find you... God, why the house is gone! Did you do it, Mr. Wizard..."

The next morning.

This hut, which had been full of miracles at night, was surrounded by water, and two policemen led a group of fugitives from it. They lay on the cold ground for the night, their faces sick.

In the crowd, a head kept jumping and looking in.

"What's the matter? Have you been caught, wizard first—huh? Who are they!"

Someone who came early said: "It is said that they are a very cunning group of fugitives. They were running around in Surrey before committing crimes. I heard that they were discovered by a young man who came to graffiti early in the morning and secretly called the police."

"Is that so..." The man was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, constantly showing off, "Uncle, look at my hand, is it still shaking?"

"Are you looking for me to be happy?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm just too happy!"

...

In Hogwarts, Felix and Lupin are talking through a voice-transmitting mirror in the Ancient Rune office.

"On these two things, one is flying wings, flying wings, you can name them whatever you want. I will make a sample in the near future. You can see how to improve and simplify it;"

"The second thing is to study the secularization of potions. This is not in a hurry, just sort out a list of available items for the time being."

"Secularization?"

"It's a potion that can be used on ordinary people."