A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The night in early October can already make people feel the chills, the village of Hogsmeade looks cold and dark, Felix walks on the empty streets, there is no one around, even the patrolling Aurors and Strikers are looking for a place Warming and sheltering from the cold, they won't come out unless someone presses an alarm or triggers a whistling spell.

The huts and shops on both sides of the street were closed, and the Pig's Head Bar was no exception, but Felix found a faint light through the gap between the closed doors and windows. After knocking on the door persistently for two minutes, the door finally opened.

At the door stood a face resembling Dumbledore, but with a scowl on his face, and the old man, tall and thin, stood firmly in front of him.

"Why didn't I find out before," Felix murmured.

"It's closed, what's the matter? Come back tomorrow!" The owner of the bar was very aggressive. He also had a long beard, but the color was gray.

"There's no reason to drive customers out," Felix chuckled, tilting his head to one side, "let me in, I saw two people drinking in the corner! By the way, your business hours are good. Too late."

The owner of the Pig's Head Bar, and the only male bartender - Aberforth Dumbledore stared, and Felix only indicated the direction of the cold wall, but if you pass through the wall, you will find that what he said is exactly the same .

"They're lodging," said Aberforth.

Felix shrugged, didn't answer, and the two faced off for a few seconds before Aberforth reluctantly stepped aside.

"Don't make trouble or I'll throw you out," he threatened in a low voice, closing the door as Felix entered.

Felix stood in the room and looked around. The bar was not big, and it smelled of sheep mutton, probably because of the night. The light was also very dim, and a few candles were burning quietly. He glanced quickly at the only table of customers in the bar, it was almost midnight, so neither of the two had made any disguise, allowing Felix to see their faces.

There were two bottles of spirits on the table, and the bottles were dirty.

What a coincidence, Felix thought, those two faces were exactly the same as the documents he had read, and they were exactly the second of the three targets he was looking for. They were a group of notorious dark wizards who had committed crimes in many countries. Under the blood.

He walked towards the bar as if nothing had happened, but the two dark wizards were stunned. The target they had been planning appeared so suddenly, which made them a little bit eager to move. However, Felix Hepp is said to be very powerful. He made a big splash in the Quidditch World Cup and knocked down hundreds of wizards by himself - even if he was facing a group of drunkards who were unconscious and only interested in venting their emotions. The numbers are also quite staggering.

Their eyes followed Felix all the way to the bar and sat down. At this time, Aberforth also dodged in through the side door of the bar and returned to his familiar position.

"What wine?" he asked gruffly, wiping the goblet with a tattered rag.

"A glass of firewhiskey—oh, forget it." Felix looked at the dirty rag in Aberforth's hand, which looked like it hadn't been replaced in hundreds of years, and a stone that couldn't be seen at all. The ground seems to be a product of the same era.

"I want to ask for something," Felix said, and his words caught the attention of the two wizards in the corner. They listened, but when Felix knocked on the bar table, they couldn't hear anything.

"I'm not an intelligence dealer, an information broker, I'm just the owner of a bar," the old man said impatiently.

On the other side, the two dark wizards looked at each other.

"Do you want to?" one of them asked, licking his lips.

"Wait a minute, that waitress is not easy to mess with. He has thrown out a dozen unruly people in the past two days. When Felix Hepp leaves, we will follow him and wait for the opportunity..."

"Should you tell Goss? He's been drinking a lot, and Ralph and Edie haven't come back."

"Don't scare the snake, it's not good to attract that person's attention." Another dark wizard said with a gloomy face, that was the old magic wand, and if he succeeded with his trump card, the more people he dealt with, the more troublesome it would be to deal with.

The two dark wizards obviously did not know that they had become the object of other people's discussion. At the bar, Felix squinted slightly in the direction of the corner, and Aberforth followed his gaze.

...

"I'm taking three people." Felix continued, as if he didn't hear what was said on the other side, "including those two." His tone was like a normal ordering customer.

The bartender of Pig's Head gave him a deep look, the dirty rag in his hand was hanging in the air, and he whispered, "Do you think I would agree?"

"You should understand my concern, they are all dangerous... their duty," Felix said.

"Oh? Aren't you the famous Professor Hepp, when did you start working as an Auror?" Aberforth Dumbledore said sarcastically, "Is it because of the goddamn, rampant sense of responsibility? "His blue eyes were exactly like his brother's, but no matter how Felix looked, he couldn't connect the color with the calm, vast depths of the ocean.

His eyes were filled with irritable emotions, as if a stormy sea would roll up at any time.

Felix expressed understanding, after all, his younger brother is always more lively.

"Speaking of this, I've had a lot of identities before I knew it, and occasionally I'd be troubled by it," Felix said with a smile, without looking troubled at all, "Let's just say that recently, I'm still wearing The title of advisor to the Ministry of Magic, and a bounty hunter specifically approved by the Ministry of Magic."

"Bounty hunter?" Aberforth seemed confused.

"Yeah, it's like a vampire hunter, except that the latter has been considered an illegal occupation, and my status as a bounty hunter was only approved recently." Felix said happily, shaking his left hand, A piece of parchment suddenly appeared in the sight of the two of them, "Do I need to take it for you to check?"

Aberforth stared at the Ministry of Magic seal on the parchment, breathing hard.

"Bang!" He punched the bar, shaking the bottles. This made Felix discover another point that he was different from Headmaster Dumbledore. It might be because he was used to doing manual work. His hand had thick knuckles and prominent blue veins.

He said rudely: "If I had met a law-playing person like you twenty years earlier, I would have punched your nose and thrown you out—"

"I was four years old then, are you sure about this?" Felix grinned.

Aberforth glared at him, fed up with the rambunctious brat in front of him. He was reluctant to read, and he didn't have much ink in his stomach. After graduation, he had to deal with things like quills and parchment very few times. I can't control my anger now.

He admits that he has a prejudice against Felix Hepp because of the man who lives in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts Castle. And they are a gang.

But he suddenly had a good idea, which he didn't have many times in his life, and he decided not to waste the inspiration. Aberforth said sarcastically, "So you're trying to tell me that when you were four years old you were as bad as you are now?"

"To a certain extent - well, I mature earlier than the average child." The person across from him smiled, "It's too far, I said so much, I want you to understand that I have enough legitimate reasons, of course. , I don't want to make too much of a fuss, if you meet in private parties, it will inevitably be embarrassing, but you are embarrassed... I have always been popular. "

He was referring to the Order of the Phoenix. Combining the old man's name and the customer base of the Hog's Head Bar, Felix knew that this was another pair of eyes from Headmaster Dumbledore.

After a moment of silence, Aberforth sniffled and asked, "What are you going to do? Don't tell me it was Albus's order."

"Of course not, it's my own decision."

Felix stepped out of the area covered by the spell and squeaked on the floor. The two wizards in the corner looked over, staring at the wand he had just taken out of his pocket. For a while, there was only the crackling sound of the fire in the Pig's Head Bar.

"Do you want it? It's a rare opportunity. If you miss it, you can—" Felix said in a seductive voice.

"Boy, shut up!" Aberforth was furious.

The two dark wizards looked at each other, their identities seemed to be revealed, "Do it!"

Felix took a step forward, his eyes lit up with starlight, one of the dark wizards shook his body, as if he had been hit with a heavy hammer on the back of his head, and his body suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. The other dark wizard was still calm, not because of Panicked by the loss of his partner.

Although the fear in his eyes was about to overflow, the movement was still smooth.

He raised his wand, the tip of the wand condensed a deep black glow, "The rotten--" Felix took another step, and the wand pierced, holding back the last word of the dark wizard - holding back in the physical sense, he A large piece of his chest collapsed, and he slammed into the wall.

"There is one left, in room nine."

Felix looked towards the stairs, this was the news he had just received. Behind the bar, Aberforth scowled, his wand pointed at him.

"Get out of here! This is not a place for you to mess around. I won't hold you accountable for those two who did it first, but don't try to drag my guests off the bed."

"It's really touching, you should know what they are, and I only picked out the most dangerous ones..." Felix said, but Aberforth didn't give in at all, holding up his wand stubbornly.

"I've been in a bar for decades, and I know what rules I'm going to follow," he said hoarsely, with a terrifying expression on his face.

"What if I insist?" Felix looked at him.

"You can try!"

"Okay." Felix took a step back, seeming to compromise.

But the wand in his hand swiped down, and the air rippled like water, building up layers upon layers of folds. The small and dark room suddenly lit up for a moment, and a strong light erupted from Felix, then quickly dimmed.

Aberforth looked at him vigilantly, the spell ready to go, but soon he opened his mouth in astonishment, which made Felix a novelty, a face similar to his had never shown such an expression .

The silver halo spreads all around, and everywhere it goes, everything becomes brand new, and the greasy and muddy floor becomes smooth; I looked at the rag, and the stains in the wood gap covered by the rag disappeared...

His bar seems to have a new look, as it had when he first took over.

But this only lasted for a few seconds, and soon the things in the room returned to their original appearance.

"What have you done?" Aberforth asked, frowning. He didn't see what was going on, and that was the worst. He's not weak - much stronger than the average person, to be precise. Because of this, he can clearly feel that the house he has lived in for decades has become unfamiliar, and a depressing atmosphere has enveloped him and isolated him.

He wouldn't be surprised if the rag in his hand suddenly jumped up and gave him a second.

Felix put away his wand and waved at him.

"We each made a step back. I didn't go up and everyone knew, but if that person came down by himself and decided to go with me, it's none of your business."

"Transfiguration?" Aberforth didn't respond, he lowered his head and thought for a while, then blurted out.

This answer made Felix also a little curious, and he couldn't help asking: "Headmaster Dumbledore can do something similar?" This is a skill he figured out by himself.

"If you mean controlling a terrain," muttered Aberforth, "he did it in 1945, it's hard to say now."

"That legendary duel? You were there?"

"Legend? Legend?" Aberforth sneered.

He suddenly calmed down, put his wand back in his pocket, and began wiping the goblet with the dirty rag again, but looking absent-minded, looking in the direction of the stairs from time to time. After a while, there was movement upstairs. He stopped what he was doing and stared at the dark staircase, as if to confirm something.

A person floated out sideways.

Red face, yellow hair, scarred face, bumpy, one leg dragged on the ground.

Aberforth, who was behind the bar, suddenly opened his eyes wide. The dark wizard who lived in Room 9 did not float down by himself, but was carried down by someone. He was very familiar with the appearance of that person. can see-

Another Aberforth Dumbledore.

"Thank you, Aberforth." Felix said mischievously, holding the Dark Wizard's 'Aberforth' in silence, and threw the Dark Wizard on the ground, "Bang." Aberforth's eyelids twitched, and a large bag bulged on the dark wizard's head, obviously being smashed by something.

Before he could ask, he knew that the unfortunate wanted criminal had been knocked unconscious by something: the other self suddenly jumped up and returned to its original form in mid-air - a copper candle holder. The candlestick fell on the bar, wobbled, and stopped in front of him twice.

Aberforth probably guessed what Felix did: he used a certain method to spread his magic throughout the bar, probably the same way he knew exactly where the two dark wizards were without entering the door. ? And this dark wizard was unaware of the danger coming in his sleep. It may also be that alcohol made him lose his due vigilance. In short, the metal candlestick by his bed floated into the air, knocking him unconscious, and then the candlestick transformed into his own appearance. , carrying the dark wizard downstairs...

"I hate pranks." Aberforth glared at Felix and said bluntly: "Your goal has been achieved, you can go."

"Do you need me to help you pass on your greetings to Albus?"

"No need," cried Aberforth sullenly; he had had enough tonight.

"If I say, I'll be here tomorrow night—"

"Go away!"

Felix stopped talking, he beckoned, and together with the two who had fainted before, three dark wizards hung in a string in mid-air, quietly following him, "Then I'll take my leave, Mr. Dumbledore. ." He said and walked towards the door.

Aberforth stared at Felix's back, indescribably strange in his heart. He keenly felt that this young man was very similar to his brother in some respects. Beneath his polite appearance was an imperceptible arrogance. And stubborn - those are the words someone always uses to describe himself, but his tantrums are only more visible.

But they were very different, Aberforth thought, at least the guy in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts wouldn't do what he did today. He suddenly stopped Felix:

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Send them where they're supposed to go. Unfortunately, I don't want to do that either," Felix replied.

Aberforth was taken aback. "Are you going to kill them?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, your ideas are amazing, I just want to exchange them for some money - I told you at the beginning, I am a bounty hunter." Felix turned to the old man and said, his trophy Squeeze, head against the ceiling.

It turned out to be handed over to the Ministry of Magic...

"However, I did meet two lost guys at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and they touched the walls of Hogwarts—" Felix pushed open the door of the bar, and a gust of wind blew in, making the old man's hands tremble shake. Felix slumped out of the bar with one foot, and at the same time commanded the three dark wizards hanging in the air to float out one by one.

"And then?" Aberforth asked.

He felt that this young man's character was full of bad taste. If he didn't ask this question, he would probably leave. He hated people who were half-speaking, and he would not be able to sleep at night.

"Dead, of course," Felix said quietly, closing the door behind him.