A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Meanwhile, Felix is ​​fully dressed and standing in the office fireplace. He sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, said "Diagon Alley" clearly and loudly, and disappeared into Hogwarts.

Diagon Alley.

Felix emerged from the communal fireplace, shook the dust off his body, and dug out a note from his pocket—it was an address.

The next moment, Felix Apparated and left.

In the suburbs of London, in front of a single-family house, a tall figure suddenly appeared.

Felix looked at the house number, walked up the steps in the snow, and knocked on the door with his wand.

A moment later, a delicate woman opened the door, her eyes were looking at the stranger in front of her with a scrutiny through a pair of jeweled glasses.

Felix introduced himself softly: "Felix Hepp, now Professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts—you mentioned me in the paper, Miss Skeeter."

"You're Felix Happ?" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, and in the blink of an eye, her bright red fingernails grabbed Felix's arm and dragged him into the room, "please Enter!"

The tables and chairs in the living room are neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the smell of magic aromatherapy. On the walls on both sides, one side is a huge floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet, and the other side is a square shelf, which holds various books, trophies, and newspapers. On the shelf behind the door, there is a crocodile leather handbag.

"That's my honor... Felix, I'm interested in you, and I've wanted to interview you for a long time." Rita Skeeter sat across from him, her hair slick, stiff, The weird big roll, matched with her big chin face, looked very awkward.

"Ms. Skeeter..."

Felix was interrupted quickly, the woman was terribly powerful, and she waved her wand and flew a shorthand quill and a roll of parchment from her alligator handbag.

"Felix, I use a shorthand quill to take notes, you won't object? That way I can free up my hands and talk to you normally..."

Before he could answer, the parchment had unfolded automatically, and the shorthand quill fell vertically on it, the tip quivering slightly.

"Well, from there... Let's start with your purpose today. I guess..." She suddenly laughed, showing three golden teeth, "You were commissioned by someone, right?"

The long, green shorthand quill danced rapidly, pouring out a stream of fluid words:

This late-night visitor was full of worries. Facing the author's question, he showed strong dissatisfaction, but not against the author, but the shadow hidden behind the whole incident...

Felix laughed softly. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was just seven o'clock.

He didn't answer, but looked at the living room furnishings with interest. The floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet took up one-third of the wall. The wine cabinet was filled with large and small, exquisitely shaped wine jugs and some scattered ornaments. .

Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow.

"Are you suspicious, Felix? That's okay, our readers love rebellious people, and they'll protect you."

"Rebellious character?" Felix repeated.

"Yes, like people who are not afraid of power and resist authority... If you are threatened, don't worry, speak up, and we will give you fair treatment."

The sketching quill was still recording, but Felix was not interested in reading it. He stood up and went to the honor rack opposite the wine cabinet.

The shelves are full of personal honors belonging to Rita Skeeter, including papers published by her over the years, newspapers, bestsellers and certificates of sales figures, all kinds of things like this...

For example, he saw Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot? "This book. He sighed, "If half of what's in this book is true, it's a good toilet book..."

Rita Skeeter's eyebrows twitched, her large fingers gripped her wand tightly, her bright red nails two inches long digging into the skin.

She quickly stood up and came to Felix's side, staring at him intently, "Felix, I know you, a colleague of mine advised me not to hit you... ridiculous remarks, he just graduated Years, I only got into the news system because of my family background." She said pointingly.

"Let me say, our readers have the right to know the truth, like—"

"The truth?" Felix interrupted her.

"Yes, the truth!" She deliberately emphasized, "Let's talk about you, your experiences, childhood and other topics, I think this can help you have a clear position on yourself."

"I don't think it's necessary anymore, I know exactly what kind of person I am."

However, Rita Skeeter did not give up, the parchment and the sketch pen on the table flew in front of her, "Felix, you were born in a Muggle orphanage, and you entered Slytherin when you entered school. You must have been bullied a lot. Right? Are you interested in talking about it, I think there will be a lot of readers who are very interested in this."

"Rita, Rita, do you really know me?"

"Of course!" Her eyes were fixed on him, as if looking at a precious treasure, "Felix, you are well-known in the wizarding world, and you have many labels on you: born in a Muggle orphanage. Slytherin, who received many death threats during his school days, defeated the Shafik family, one of the 28 pure-bloods, and a group of dark wizards under the protection of Dumbledore, and became an expert in the Muggle field after graduation. Teaching at Hogwarts..."

As she spoke, Rita Skeeter let her quill take a quick note, looking at Felix's noncommittal attitude, she said seductively: "Your experience is legendary, and if you agree, I will write it for you. A biography, that means countless Galleons and great fame!"

"However, the label Muggle expert is too weak, our readers like tough wizards, and it's better to put a relationship with a celebrity...Let me think, how to deal with it?"

Felix was amused, he pointed to the book in front of him, "Like this kind of biography?"

"Art requires a certain amount of imagination," she said slyly.

Felix was impatient, and he decided to solve the trouble at hand as soon as possible, so he returned to his seat.

This behavior misled Rita Skeeter for his acquiescence, so she sat down on the sofa and said impatiently and domineeringly, "Let's start with your relationship with Dumbledore."

"Ms. Skeeter, I need you to stop the false reporting, I noticed that you mentioned me in the Daily Prophet, and you are going to make up-"

"I'm not making it up, at most it's a different perspective..."

Felix nodded. "Let me show you what different perspectives are." His fingers tapped on the table.

"Da Da," the fingertips collided with the tabletop, making a crisp sound.

"What are you talking about—" Rita Skeeter choked suddenly, realizing that the world in her eyes had suddenly changed.

The colors are quickly disappearing, the delicate purple long-necked pot, the dark red robe on the body, the golden trophy in the cabinet, the dark-brown crocodile leather handbag, the light yellow parchment, the green sketching quill...

All colors are fading.