A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix ate breakfast leisurely, and little wizards came one after another, with smiling faces on their faces, joking with each other.

The whole auditorium was full of lively air.

After coming out of the auditorium, Felix walked towards the Forbidden Forest and met Hagrid who was coming to the castle.

"Hello, Professor Hepp." Hagrid greeted warmly.

"Hello, Hagrid. I got your gift and I love it," Felix said, especially the material.

"Ha, as long as you like it. By the way, the automatic rag you sent is quite useful, it cleans the house." Hagrid gruffly said, "I don't have to worry about it at all, it can even clean itself."

After the greeting, Felix came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He's about to cut some chestnut branches, and he's running out of stock.

But halfway through, he frowned.

On the snow-covered ground, there was a line of footprints straight towards the Forbidden Forest.

Felixbi measured the size of the footprints. It seemed to be a little wizard who violated the ban. He followed the footprints.

Felix walked in the snow, and there was no other sound except for the constant "crunching" of snow and broken leaves under his feet. Before he knew it, he had come to the edge of the forbidden forest.

However, it is quite remote. In the northwest corner of the Forbidden Forest, it is quite close to the main entrance of Hogwarts - the little wizards go to Hogsmeade Village on weekends, and this is where they go.

Felix stopped, and everything around him constituted an atmosphere of silence-white snowflakes fell from the sky, and he raised his head, as if countless ice crystals flew towards him.

Everything was silent, and the world was so empty that it seemed like he was alone.

"Sizzling~"

A black creature resembling a horse poked its head out of the Forbidden Forest. It glanced at Felix with silver-white eyes, sneezed, and fluttered back with a pair of large, black bat-like wings. the forest.

"It turned out to be Thestral." Felix was a little surprised.

This is a fairly rare magical creature, and many wizards classify them as special invisible beasts - only those who have lived, witnessed, and understood death can see them.

This trait has given them a bad reputation, and the Thestral was once considered an unlucky symbol - comparable to the death omen of a wizard encountering a big black dog. But they are actually quite docile animals.

Felix was even more curious, he went deep into the forbidden forest, walked for about two minutes, and came to an open space.

Amidst the snowflakes, a little girl stood in the middle of a dozen scrawny Thestrals, holding a handful of hay in her hand and handing it to the mouth of the nearest to her.

He also heard her humming softly, looking very happy.

Felix waited for her to feed the dry grass in her hand before walking over. The sound of his footsteps woke the little witch.

The girl raised her head. She had tousled, waist-length blond hair and very light eyebrows and eyes.

When he got close enough, the little witch had put her wand behind her left ear, wearing a pair of toad glasses and a necklace of Butterbeer corks around her neck.

At this moment, her eyes were fixed on the person who suddenly appeared.

Felix's heart was filled with a strange emotion, the strange little wizard... Could it be Ravenclaw?

"What's your name, which academy's little wizard?" Felix asked.

"Luna," she said in a voice that seemed to sing, "Luna Lovegood, my name, I've seen your public class, you're a professor."

"Yeah, obviously. Miss Lovegood, which house are you from?"

"Ravenclaw said that extraordinary intellect is the greatest wealth of mankind."

Felix understood it, as expected... He said in a reprimanding tone, "Why did you go deep into the Forbidden Forest alone, don't you know it's dangerous here?"

"They're not dangerous," Luna said dazedly. "Thestrals are very friendly. Would you like to feed them together?" She crouched down suddenly, brushed away the snow, and grabbed a handful of half-green and half-yellow hay.

She turned her pale eyes to him, and Felix noticed that her voice had almost no ups and downs, but with an ethereal voice, it felt like she was singing.

"No," he said.

So Luna turned around and fed a little Thestral hay without anyone else. It seemed to have just learned to walk, lowered its somewhat stiff limbs, and stuck out its tongue to lick Luna's fingers.

She hummed a strange tune softly, and the snow fell on her clothes, accumulating a thin layer.

Felix's mood became calm, and he didn't try to break the atmosphere.

"You're in a better mood?" Luna said.

"what?"

"You've just been stalked by a molefly," Luna said sympathetically.

"I—what did you say?"

"The molefly...they sometimes drift into your ears and mess up your brain," she said. "I thought I heard one buzzing around here just now."

Felix didn't think there was such a creature, but he asked her with interest, "Can you be specific, about harassing horseflies?"

Luna looked surprised, looking at Felix from behind with the toad glasses in one hand.

"Haunting flies...well, they're usually invisible, but when they want to do something to your brain, they glow red with excitement."

"So, did you see that?"

"That's right," she said with certainty, as if speaking some truth.

Felix was suspicious for the first time. He glanced around for a week, but found nothing.

After a while, the two returned to the castle together.

On the way, he asked Luna, "Didn't you go home for Christmas?"

She said calmly, "Father has a draft, 'Christmas Special,' but we've made an appointment to find the Crooked Snorer over the summer."

Another unfamiliar name, "Your father is—"

"Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler."

Felix said nothing, he knew the name of the paper.

Standing at the gate of the castle, Felix said to her, "I won't deduct points this time, go, find your friends, and have a merry Christmas."

"I'm very happy now," Luna said with a happy smile, then she looked thoughtful, "You reminded me that I met a new Gryffindor before, and she looked It's nice, maybe we can be friends."

"Really? You can try." Felix encouraged casually.

"I remember she was carrying a rooster," Luna said lightly, "but who doesn't have a weird habit."

"What did you say?" Felix raised his voice, but he quickly softened his tone again. "Do you know her name?"

Luna shook her head, two strands of hair floating on her forehead, "but her hair is beautiful, like a throbbing flame."

There is one more update, it may be late.