A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

With the fermentation of the Creevey incident, the little wizards at Hogwarts showed a very unreliable side. Everyone kept the teacher's secret and exchanged amulets, exorcism and other things to protect themselves.

During this time, the practice quickly took the school by storm, with Neville Longbottom buying a large, stinking onion, a spiky amethyst and a rotting salamander tail.

It turned out that the other boys in Gryffindor told him that he was not actually in danger: he was pure blood and therefore would not be attacked.

"They hit Filch first," Neville said, his round face full of fear. "Everyone knows I'm pretty much a Squib."

The professors have to go back and forth in the classroom, repeating that these things are completely useless. Among them, Felix, with his good reputation and gentle attitude, has won many fans of the little wizards.

There are even many students in the lower grades who "came here" and asked for psychological guidance.

"Professor, can I talk to you?" A curly-haired Hufflepuff boy stopped him as he patrolled the hallway.

"Of course." Felix sighed in his heart, the fourth this week, he was tired of fame.

The two came to a pillar, and the little wizard seemed a little restrained, but Felix had a very high "praise rate" among the little wizards, which made him calm down quickly.

"Professor, I've encountered some difficulties." Felix motioned him to continue. "My name is Justin Finchley, and I come from a Muggle family..."

Felix understood it.

"...I wasn't sure I wanted to come to Hogwarts when I got the offer, but, well, you know, I was going to go to Eton, where my father graduated."

Felix agreed, "I've heard of this school and it's quite famous in the Muggle world."

"Yes, that's right." Justin was a little more interested, "but I was more curious about magic, and I persuaded them to let me come to Hogwarts. At that time, Professor McGonagall's performance terrified them."

Felix nodded, Hogwarts had a habit of visiting new Muggle-born students.

But it must be interesting to think of the expressions on the faces of Muggles from a materialistic perspective when they see magic for the first time.

Justin continued: "A lot has happened this year, and the times are tough...Everyone is panicking, and a lot of people are writing letters to their families."

"Your parents are worried about you too? Did they put you out of school temporarily?" Felix asked.

"No, no, Professor," Justin said quickly: "I didn't tell the family, I believe Hogwarts will continue to do it, Professor, I like magic! I, I'm just a little scared, there are many rumors... ... Potter, Harry Potter he's the heir to Slytherin!"

"Most of the rumors are unreliable," Felix said calmly. "Do you believe this argument?"

"I'm not sure, from logic, um, professor, you know the word logic, right? Great, from logic, they're just in the wrong place, but I don't know much about magic..."

"Don't worry, it's not him, I can assure you that the professors have enough insight to distinguish fact from rumor."

Justin was visibly relieved.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"Also, Professor, I heard you were Muggle-born too? Sorted into Slytherin?"

"That's right."

"Then you must have been embarrassed by many people? You repaid them severely?"

"Ah, I can barely say that."

Justin's expression became excited, "Professor, many young wizards, especially wizards from Muggle families, admire you very much, you are their idol!"

? ?

I've become the idol of a commoner wizard?

"Professor, everyone wants to be as brave as you..."

Felix was still a little surprised when he sent away the little wizard who was shy at first, but then quickly turned to talkative. After a long while, he laughed lightly, this feeling... not bad.

The time has come to December, with the tireless efforts of the professors, the little wizards finally abandoned the unreliable amulets and turned to more practical gadgets, such as a speculum that can detect potential dangers in advance.

It is rumored among girls to carry a small mirror with them and take a look with it every time they turn a corner, but this practice was quickly abandoned, and not many people can persist.

The Devil's Vine that Felix has been raising for a long time is also thriving and ready to use.

There is also the branch of the willow. After more than a month of hard-working magic, every inch of it is soaked with Felix's own magic, which makes its surface radiant and still maintains enough vitality.

Felix tried the effect. He pulled out his wand and said, "Quickly get smaller!" The seven- or eight-meter-long branch quickly shrank and turned into a long snake in the blink of an eye.

"It's still a little rough."

He kept casting spells, and the branches became smaller and smaller, but the process became more and more difficult. Fortunately, the branches soaked his magic power and did not exclude him. With the help of several ancient books, he successfully turned it into a A turquoise, flexible string.

Without taking a break, he quickly engraved dense rune on the surface to maintain the effect of the magic.

"Looks pretty good!"

But then, he got into trouble.

According to his conception, he would rely on the batting willow string as the skeleton, and weave the unicorn hair into it to form a small pocket-like thing.

But he was stuck on the first step, how to weave them together in the proper way?

"I know this, my mother and I learned to knit sweaters!"

In the end, it was his assistant who helped, and Hermione offered seven knitting solutions in a row, which impressed Felix.

After three days of busy work, the little witch did her job brilliantly, and even knitted a small beaded bag for herself with the remaining leftovers after getting the permission of Professor Haipu.

The beads were also readily available, made by Hermione out of chestnut blocks from which she practiced Rune.

The reason why she used beads for embellishment was that she had to make compromises because of the lack of original materials.

The final semi-finished product is an exquisite men's purse belonging to Felix and a beaded pouch belonging to Hermione.

"The rest of the work is to carve the rune circuit, let the devil network move, and mistakenly think that he is still thriving... and debugging, it will take about a week or two."

"When it's dangerous, you can use magic to inspire the Devil's Vine to attack."

"Of course," Felix explained, "your beaded packet isn't good enough material to hold too many devil's vine branches."

"That's enough for me," Hermione said happily. "Professor, can I finish the rune construction myself?"

"You can't do that yet, but you can help me out."

...

A small group of people gathered around the bulletin board on Thursday afternoon, reading the words on a piece of parchment that had just been pinned up.

The top few words sparkle and keep grabbing attention. That is--

Dueling Club.