A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix woke up the next morning looking refreshed and not at all tired. The side effects of the potion seemed to be neutralized by the mutation in his body. He stared at the gray ceiling, listening to the unconscious smack of Warren lying on the cradle.

Felix grinned, got up from the bed, and stretched.

"boom!"

The metal alarm clock on the cabinet exploded. Felix lowered his head to look at the broken parts, frowned, and waved his hand to restore the alarm clock.

"It will take a while to get used to." He pondered, and said to the sleepy Warren, "It's alright, you can sleep a little longer." Then he walked out of the bedroom.

Warren waved sleepily at him, rolled over on the comfortable and soft velvet, and continued to sleep in a pile. Last night was another day of staying up late in order to wait for the big devil to come back.

Outside the office window, you can see the lush forbidden forest and rolling mountains, the sky is clear and clear, like faint blue ink, and the breeze is itchy on the face.

A tawny owl flew toward him with a newspaper in its mouth, folded its wings as it approached the windowsill, and landed in front of him.

Felix opened the newspaper, and Fudge's big face caught his eye for the first time, "It's really the level of a journalism award." Felix muttered, when the owl called him a few times, "Oh, oh." He Hand it five nuts.

The owl fluttered away.

Throughout the day, he stayed in the office to develop new strengths, and was surprised to find that his magic power had grown a lot, and he estimated that this situation might continue for a while.

In the afternoon, he took time to go to the school hospital. As soon as we got to the door, I heard Mr. Weasley's voice. He pushed the door in.

"...Fudge shut himself up in the office and nobody saw him," said Mr. Weasley. "I guess he seems to want to spend the last minute sitting in the Minister's chair..." Possibly realizing he was being mean Now, he shrugged and didn't continue the topic. "Anyway, Fudge did the right thing and appointed Ms. Burns to temporarily handle the affairs of the department before the 'vacation'."

"Thank you, Arthur," Ms. Burns said wearily.

There are many people in the house. In addition to Harry, Ron and Hermione lying on the hospital bed, Mr. Weasley talking, and Sirius, Lupin, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, there was a strange woman in the ward - Amelie Aaron Burns.

"Can I come in?" Felix asked, standing in the doorway.

"Certainly, Mr. Hepp," said the woman, "there are a lot of issues that don't get around you."

Felix looked at her with interest, then picked a chair by the wall and sat down.

Ms. Burns said solemnly: "There are no outsiders here, so I will be blunt. The Ministry is now in a panic, and the news that the Aurors have brought back has made everyone frustrated. As soon as today's paper came out, panic spread throughout the whole country. Wizarding community, we must stabilize the situation as soon as possible... Headmaster Dumbledore, I need your help."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "We can't mess ourselves up before the darkness has completely emerged."

"That's it," Ms. Burns agreed. She took out a document, put on a monocle, and then looked down at the contents of the document, "Then, first of all, I must first confirm whether the mysterious man is really back." Her thick eyebrows were raised high, " It's not distrust - I've heard your statements, and it's amazing to think of using the Ouroboros Ring for help in that situation...but I have to be 100% sure to stick to wartime policy."

"A very reasonable request." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Amelia, I think what you need most now is a conclusive proof?"

Ms. Burns nodded solemnly.

Dumbledore looked at Felix.

"Okay, but let's be clear, you can't see the whole picture..." Felix said, snapping his fingers and calling softly, "Dobby."

Dobby the house-elf appears in the house.

"The great Mr. Hepp, you—god, what did Dobby see?" Dobby blinked, startled by a room full of acquaintances, "Mr. Lupin, Mr. Harry Potter and his friend Wyckie , Ms. Granger, Mr. Black, and—Mr. Dumbledore!" he screamed.

"Hello, Dobby." Harry and Hermione whispered hello.

"Dobby," Ron couldn't help saying, and Dobby looked at him instantly with shining eyes, "actually the pronunciation of my name, uh—I'll tell you later." Discuss the difference between "Weasley" and "Weasley" with Dobby.

"Okay, Dobby, I'll get their autographs for you later," Felix said. "Now help me get the things you're keeping."

"Yes!" Dobby said excitedly, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

Ms. Burns turned to look at Mr. Weasley. "Should we be on guard against the little guy's magic? They're not at all subject to Anti-Apparition—"

"Oh, Ms. Burns, I think—" Hermione shrilled, clutching the sheets nervously, "that you shouldn't suspect Dobby, or the elf in the kitchen, they've been hard at work."

"Yeah, you're right," said Ms. Burns, looking down at Hermione for a while, "but we all know that You-Know-Who has drawn a large number of pure-blood families, and they also have no shortage of house-elf services."

Hermione stopped talking.

At this time, Felix pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from the cabinet next to him, and wrote and drew on it, "Excuse me, can you help me sign it?" Dumbledore readily agreed, and he signed Judging by the length, he should have written his full name.

Several people signed their names one after another, and when the parchment passed to Harry, he stared at the writing on it: For the brave Dobby, who got the key evidence under Voldemort's eyes. Below is a row of signatures.

Harry also signed his name.

After a few minutes of waiting, Dobby reappeared in the ward of the school hospital with a large pocket behind him.

"It's all here, Mr. Hepp."

Several people present watched Felix pick and choose in the bag curiously, took out a strange-looking square object, and began to press the button on it, Felix fiddled with it for a while, and handed it to Ms. Burns, " You can get close to that glowing place, yes, yes..."

He actually only did two things, one was to avoid the camera where Hermione was using the time-shifter, and the other was to adjust the playback progress to after his appearance, otherwise it would be hard to explain why he watched so long in advance... and It's not good to expose the existence of Lucius.

Ms. Burns did as he was told. She frowned at the poor picture quality in the camera, then she opened her mouth wide, and she watched quietly for a few minutes before putting down the camera with a complicated face.

"If I'm right, it's a Muggle item?" whispered Miss Burns.

"Yes, you will find that there is no trace of magic on it, so as to avoid the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters." Felix retracted the camera, "You can ask an expert in this area to find out, because of technical problems. , the image captured by the camera cannot be modified, so it is very convincing.”

"Then I can take it—" Ms. Burns asked tentatively.

"Oh, not for the time being." Felix refused without thinking. "Because I trust you, I let you see a lot of things that shouldn't be revealed. As someone else, I have to take some precautions."

"But you said before that it couldn't be modified—" Ms. Burns asked suspiciously.

"Ma'am, it really cannot be modified, but it can be overwritten." Felix emphasized, "For example, if I cast a permanent presence spell on the writing on the wall, you can no longer modify it, but you can use it on the surface of the wall. Apply a fresh coat of paint and cover the writing..."

"I understand, I will arrange for someone to verify." Ms. Burns said calmly without too much entanglement. In fact, her heart has already rolled into a storm, and she has come back to life... She fully understands the reason why Felix does not want to release the complete image.

And this is exactly the illusion that Felix brought her - to cover up another secret with one secret, let the time-turner be sealed in history, after all, it has buried countless secrets.

"Then—er—" Ms. Burns tried to reorganize her language. "Second thing, I think it's best to postpone the news of the appearance of the mysterious man for a few days."

"Why? What's the difference between you and Fudge?" Harry asked aloud.

"It's completely different. At least the Ministry knows about this, and I won't deliberately prevent the news from spreading, but... Formal admission means that the war is coming. A few days later, the other party may be able to get lucky, which will win for us. Some time," Ms. Burns said calmly. "The Ministry is urgently publishing a wartime survival manual, and I also need time to convince those who have the weight, as I said before, to reach a consensus... Besides," she hesitated. "I want Connelly to come forward and announce this."

"That bum?" said Sirius dissatisfied.

Ms. Burns gave him a stern look. "Watch what you say, Sirius, he's still the Minister of Magic."

"Okay, Prefect Amelia," said Sirius lazily.

Harry looked at his godfather in amazement, suddenly remembering that Sirius himself had confessed that he had made her cry when he was in school. Harry's eyes were strange now.

Ms. Burns glared at him, but explained calmly: "Connelly ... Fudge may not stay in office, and I hope his last impression on the public is to stand up and announce the return of You-Know-Who. , rather than stepping down before the war and disappearing."

"You're still going to keep him?" Sirius cried. "Look at all the shit he's done!"

Ms. Burns didn't look at him, looking down at the document to herself.

"Character flaws aside, Connelly is very capable and more than enough to be a consultant."

Sirius muttered discontentedly, which sounded a bit like "a woman..."

Several ladies present glared at him at the same time, Sirius shrank his neck, "It's my fault, the impact is too big."

"Since you're talking about advisors," Ms. Burns swiped her finger on the document, "one more important thing, Dumbledore, should you restart the Order of the Phoenix?"

The atmosphere in the ward became weird, and everyone looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "You are right, Amelia." He explained patiently: "You should know that after the war begins, Voldemort will frantically plant spies into the Ministry of Magic, and I must ensure that there is an independent resistance outside the Ministry of Magic."

"I think," Ms. Burns pursed her lips, "we should work together."

"What do you think?" Dumbledore looked at her curiously.

"The Ministry of Magic will not interfere with any actions of the Order of the Phoenix, but at the very least, we should exchange information, which is beneficial to both parties." Ms. Burns seemed to have typed the draft in advance, and said fluently: "And in the short term-- Until the situation stabilizes, someone must be stationed on the other side as a correspondent."

"You mean... two-way garrison? Exchange personnel?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," Ms. Burns said, "I can't and won't order you, but at this critical time, being able to connect with the 'greatest white wizard' is the best way to stabilize people's hearts."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione's eyes widened, it was hard to imagine that this woman would speak up about Dumbledore's reputation so openly.

"Before I came, I asked the Aurors in the department, and the applicants were very enthusiastic," Ms. Burns showed a helpless expression, "If you agree, I will provide a list for you to choose."

"I have no opinion," Dumbledore agreed.

"The candidate on your side is—" Ms. Burns asked with a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then looked up at a man.

Sirius was watching the play leisurely, with Erlang's legs crossed, thinking about how to spend the summer vacation, until Dumbledore put his eyes on him, and he raised his head alertly.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you wouldn't want me to go to the Ministry of Magic!" he jumped up suddenly, "You promised me to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for the new school year! I've been preparing for so long, and in Ma Melon School and those naughty students are fighting wits and courage..." The more he said, the more aggrieved.

"This is only temporary," Dumbledore said with a smile in the corner of his eyes. "You only need to stay for a month or two without affecting your work in the new school year."

"What about the others? Hagrid? Remus? And—"

"They all have their own business," said Dumbledore.

"Yeah, the headmaster is right, you are the most free here." Felix couldn't help but make up for it, and when he thought of the free-spirited Sirius entering the Ministry of Magic, he inexplicably felt a sense of joy.

Sirius glared at him fiercely, looked around, and found that everyone was watching the show, and even his godson looked at him with expectant eyes, and Sirius was so angry that his teeth were itching.

"So—hey, Amelia, I want a consultant title too, no worse than... um... no worse than Felix and Fudge!"

"...Only temporary."

Ms. Burns reluctantly agreed.

Her opinion of Sirius was equally strong, an impression that came from an indelible memory of her school days.

"One last thing," she said, taking a large bag from Mr. Weasley's hand and placing it at Harry's feet, the bag rattling. She said briefly: "The prize money for the hegemony tournament should have been one thousand Galleons. I personally took out five hundred Galleons as compensation—"

"That's far from enough," Sirius couldn't help poking. "They've suffered so much, and they have shown fearless courage to escape from Voldemort's hands. The Ministry of Magic should give them a medal."

Ms. Burns' chest began to heave violently, and she said word by word: "I was going to say it!"

She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "The Ministry will discuss granting you the Merlin Medal, second class, for your bravery in the face of mysterious people, and the spirit of fighting to the death - and Mr. Hepp, we will consider granting you the first class Merlin Medal."

Felix smiled and shook his head.

"You deserve it," Ms. Burns said immediately. "We need to set a few examples at this time of war. If I live to the end of the war, there will be a lot of medals."

Harry was once again struck by Ms Burns' "candour" and "outspokenness", though he thought it was a good move.

"I'll go first," Ms. Burns said. "Arthur, I'll give you a few days off to be with the children, but don't be too long, the ministry will be quite busy..." She went to the ward At the door, he stopped and snorted heavily from his nose.

Everyone looked at her puzzled.

"Sirius Black! Keep up!" she called angrily to Sirius, who was slumped in his chair with a listless face.

Sirius pointed to himself incredulously, "Now?" After receiving a positive answer, he stood up dejectedly and muttered in a low voice: "Okay, Prefect Amelia is very capable and can order people..." He murmured until the door to the ward closed behind him.

The people in the ward looked at each other.

"Is it really okay to let Sirius pass? I'm not doubting his ability, but character-" Professor McGonagall asked with a serious expression, "I'm worried he'll mess things up."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Lupin said with a smile, "Sirius learned how to deal with this minister when he was in school, maybe we have a chance to develop her into a member of the Order of the Phoenix..."

Professor McGonagall didn't look very convinced.

At this time, Mr. Weasley couldn't restrain the strong interest in his heart. He pointed to the camera held in Felix's hand and asked: "It can record pictures? Without any magic?" After getting a positive answer, he looked in admiration. "It's incredible...it's amazing."

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and finally he couldn't help but ask Felix: "Mr. Hepp, can I ask where you bought it? I also want to collect one."

Felix wrote him an address and reminded him: "Better not keep this thing in the house, it'll be disturbed by magic - by the way, do you know the Muggle address?"

"I can call a cab, I know how!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, as if he'd been looking forward to it for a long time, "I have a garage at home with many of my treasures... ...Have you heard of latches? I have several..."

"Have I told you that my dad is crazy about Muggle stuff?" Ron whispered, covering his face.

Harry and Hermione nodded slightly.

Harry reminded him, "Mr. Weasley showed me his garage, did you forget? A few weeks before sophomore..." He couldn't help but look at Dobby, because Dobby's kindness was "dissuaded", and he was misunderstood by the Ministry of Magic to cast spells outside the school, giving him a written warning.

To make matters worse, the letter was seen by Uncle Fernon.

Originally, after a year at Hogwarts, the Dursleys' attitude towards Harry was cautious and indifferent - they were mainly worried about being turned into a pig's tail, but the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic broke this. A false balance, Harry was locked into the bedroom, and even the windows were nailed with iron bars.

That time was a nightmare. He was worried that he would miss the school train and be expelled from school; he was worried that he would starve to death, or Hedwig would starve to death. Therefore, every time he thinks about it, he is very grateful to the Ron and Weasley twins who came to his rescue.

But that was a long time ago. He's doing fine now, "Dobby," he whispered.

The house-elf pricked up his bat ears and looked at Harry admiringly.

"This is your signature. The professor asked for it for you."