A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Putting down the sound-transmitting mirror, Felix couldn't help feeling ironic. Rumors always attract more attention than facts, especially when paired with a short, easy-to-spread sensational headline.

If the rumor can creatively use three or two phrases to "explain" a major event in history with complex reasons, it will be even more perfect. Not only is it very likely to be popular at that time, but it will also have an unbroken and enduring vitality in the future.

In order to avoid being affected by the unique charm of these lovely rumors, in addition to timely disclosure of the truth, it is best to offer another topic worthy of relish. therefore--

"I'm going to organize a Christmas bonfire," Felix said.

"Here?" Horace Greensteen was a little stunned when he heard this answer. He stomped his feet and turned around. "Oh, uh, good idea..." he said reluctantly, but it didn't take long for him to change his mind and become fascinated by the idea.

"Christmas at sea! Bonfire night! Guys—"

Greenstinky leaned over the suitcase and shouted excitedly into it, which made him look a little crazy. He turned his head and explained, "People need to be happy." He was still lying on the ground as he spoke, looking a little funny.

Before anyone outside could express his opinion, about seven or eight hands stretched out from the box and dragged him into the box without thinking. After a while, the empty echoes came from the box, like old speakers of poor quality at work, but screams and cheers were still clearly distinguishable from the deafening din.

Yuria walked up to Felix.

"Really have a bonfire?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, but it will take a while," Felix said. The others stood at a distance. A young Auror tried to approach, but was pulled by his companion, who shook his head slowly but firmly, with a serious expression on his face. Looking this way, it seemed as if the two of them were talking about some inscrutable topic.

"Will I be attacked?" Yuria blurted out, expressing the most feared worry in her heart.

"That's why we have to be patient," Felix explained. "When the 'exercise' is over, we will control the island to leave - not now - so in theory, yes," he said lightly: "We do There is a risk of being attacked by lethal weapons."

He walked aside, picked a dry stone and sat down, blowing the cold sea breeze, looking up at the blue sky. A radius of dozens of kilometers was within his sight, but he didn't actually see anything, just sat quietly. The huge magic power surging on the island seems to be an extension of his limbs, and countless tiny runes flicker between the rocks and the rocks. He began to recall the experience of the past six months bit by bit. From the initial mistakes to calm acceptance and active mediation, his role has become more and more important. Now he finally puts himself on one end of the scale, and writes peace on the other end. The weights are lifted high.

He stands at the forefront of all wizards, and any gaze cast into this group of scrutiny will inevitably face him and his existence.

When the sun was at its highest point in the day, Akinbad appeared, and he brought good news. "It's done, twenty minutes ago...the spokesperson came out of the White House..." He was incoherent with excitement, a smile on his face, "I used the door key and wanted to tell you the news in person."

Even though he behaved very indifferently, when the dust settled and everything came to an end, Felix was quietly relieved in his heart, relieved. He doesn't care how intense the game has been in Washington, hundreds of kilometers away from the coast. Even when Aginbad told him that the other party had sent an invitation and was ready to restart negotiations, he did not behave abnormally. Now, all I have to do is to welcome tomorrow's Christmas, and then the New Year!

Half an hour later, the floating island left towards the deep sea.

The President of the White House, who saw this scene through the satellite transmission, sighed in relief, slumped in his chair, and was covered in cold sweat. The senior officials and aides around him also breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in their hearts fell to the ground. There is no one in this world who knows the strength of the other side better than them. Other countries can only rely on satellites in the sky to observe and evaluate from a long distance. They are the ones who have experienced it themselves and can do more. A week ago, with the army all over the port and the surrounding area.

Of course, now all the equipment has failed, and it has become a state that is completely unexplainable by the existing scientific system.

An hour ago, they were still discussing whether to use the ultimate trump card. The determination of this step is not so easy. Other countries have also euphemistically conveyed their meaning through explicit means. Once the nuclear bomb is used, the situation is likely to be completely out of control. This is what all countries do not want to see. Of course, that's what the White House doesn't want to see. They used all means at home and abroad to force wizards to create a confrontational situation, not to drag themselves into the abyss of war.

The purpose of this is to have a hunch that wizards will seriously damage their interests in the future. In other words, the higher the existence of wizards, the more threatened their right to speak in the world.

In this case, it is very necessary to suppress the most influential international wizarding organization as much as possible.

The best result they envisaged is to set off a wave of anti-wizards around the world, while they themselves adopted a strategy of pulling and fighting against their own wizards, using various political means to win over and divide the entire wizarding group. It can be a difference of blood... but these assumptions are based on a premise - the International Confederation of Wizards must be disintegrated (the International Pan-Magic Federation is just an empty shell in their eyes).

They almost watched helplessly as the declining International Confederation of Wizards was reborn.

It's all because of one man, Felix Hepp.

The works he wrote about the non-magical world became an authoritative textbook for reverse research on wizards; the rune system he created was for countless wizards to learn; the negotiation strategy he formulated became a reality step by step-especially this, made countless people sigh- Without the image foundation laid by the wizards in front of the whole world in the past few months, it would never have contributed to the current situation where everyone is watching and watching, let alone reaching a consensus of 'cooperation first, confrontation second'.

Needless to say, Hepu himself has shown abilities comparable to gods today.

This is the top priority. In the eyes of the White House president and his staff, building a floating island is not the most terrible - on the contrary, it is quite in line with their imagination of magic - what is really terrible is the seemingly harmless and fairy-tale-like shroud in the city The effect is somewhat similar to a black and white picture book for children to practice doodling.

The hidden meaning behind this magic made them give up the idea of ​​continuing to expand the conflict, and it was almost a final word.

An hour ago, a small group of troops closest to New York quietly entered the city. They detonated hundreds of small explosives without causing any damage to the city, as if the two were not in the same world.

what does that mean?

Nuclear bombs are likely to not work, and most likely will not work. Even if it detonates in front of that person, the possibility of threatening the other party is infinitely close to zero. As for the feasibility of the event... No one dares to bet on the consequences. If he happens to blow up the person he values, the whole country will fall into darkness.

In the silence, the President of the White House murmured what he read from the newspapers for another wizard, which seemed to be the best footnote to the conflict:

"Archmage? Sword wielder?"

...

The floating island is another scene. The wizards in the suitcase came out one after another, looking around with curiosity and timidity like a newborn baby. The adults talked in twos and threes, and the children played and played on the uneven reefs and seabed rocks. Pull out small fish, shrimp and seaweed from the cracks in the stone.

Felix and Agimbad avoided the crowds and roamed the relatively flat ground.

"You're going to make this a place where wizards and Muggles live in peace? A fusion of magic and technology?"

Felix nodded slightly.

"And to invite wizards and Muggle scientists and companies from all over the world?"

Nod again.

"That's a big project." Agimbad said with emotion. After a while, he stepped on his foot and suddenly asked, "Felix, how about I move the federation headquarters here?"

Felix looked at him in surprise.

Arginbad smiled, the wrinkles on his face unfurling. "Actually, I have had this idea for a long time. During the period when we successfully signed contracts with several countries, the situation was very good. I thought at the time... The federation headquarters must not continue to hide, but the new address has not been decided yet. , and it wasn't the time. But the idea came back and forth in my head, and I first thought of Strasbourg, where there are also some international Muggle groups...but what better place than an island built by a wizard himself? "

"I have no opinion." Felix thought for a while and replied.

At this time, a young Auror came over and looked at Felix in awe. He said to the two: "Some people proposed to transform the surrounding environment as a venue for the bonfire party. Chairman Greensteen asked me to Come and ask you guys..."

Felix and Agimbad exchanged glances, and they naturally had no objection.

The result was out of control. More wizards poured out of the suitcases, and with great enthusiasm they spontaneously helped groom the grounds and cast protective magic, but were soon faced with a shortage of materials.

This problem was partially resolved when Felix disarmed the suitcase.

The center of the island was replaced by a camp within a two-kilometer radius. Then he contacted the headquarters of the future world company. Originally, he planned to ask Lupin to prepare some tents and supplies for the bonfire party, so he could go back and get it in person. However, when the two were talking, they were overheard by Ms. Burns and Sirius who were present. Sirius proposed a whimsical and bad idea. Felix thought it was feasible. Ms. Burns promised to support the manpower, so it was called by countless historians of later generations. The big event that was talked about with great relish and was repeatedly rendered with great color and color was thus finalized.

Temporary fireplaces rose from the ground, and hundreds of wizards walked out of the flames. They brought various building materials and waved their wands. Hundreds of houses with different shapes appeared out of thin air. More and more wizards came to hear the news, and the scene quickly turned into a wizarding celebration comparable to the final of the Quidditch World Cup.

Even Sirius, who came up with the idea, was frightened by the sheer scale. He clicked his tongue and said, "Is there not enough space?"

"It can hold two or three million people in a squeeze." Felix said uncertainly, but when he saw the peddler pushing a cart to sell goods, he suspected that he had said it too early. In the afternoon, he saw furtive Fred and George, who were peddling Weasley fireworks.

Seeing that Felix was staring at them both, the two immediately showed embarrassed smiles, and then ran away.

Unsurprisingly, there was a spectacular fireworks display at sea that night.

The whole celebration lasted for half a month. It was completely different from the lonely Christmas that Felix expected. Even the New Year was spent in a noisy and noisy way. The vast sea seemed to connect the wizards from all over the world more closely .

Every day he sees familiar figures. Luna, who seems to be wandering here in a trance...Hermione holding Warren waving at him...Sirius who found a new motorcycle that Harry and Ron occasionally borrow for a ride...before Ancient Rune professor Bassett Barblen...Professor Bubbaji who cares about island soil...Trelawney who talks about... Lupin and Tonks, Hogwarts students, professors, countries Ministry officials, pen pals who have never met, and even journalists...

Their story has only just begun.

Basically, the main text is over here, and the testimonials and the arrangement of the extras will be added during the day.