A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix rubbed the inside of his wrist lightly, where there was a fingernail-sized, flesh-colored pattern. If he hadn't zoomed in and checked it carefully, very few people would have noticed this pattern.

This pattern is actually an ancient rune circuit, with a small space hidden inside.

In the space, is a spare wand.

After all, the pattern is too small, and there is not much to hide. And this ancient rune circuit has actually been in a closed state, and can only be opened if conditions are met.

The condition for opening is to smear a layer of one's own blood.

This is currently his most secretive and most difficult to detect backhand——

When one day he's in a bad position, or is disarmed, loses his wand, or even gets his ring stolen, this runic circuit will help him turn the game around.

As long as he didn't kill him on the spot, he would have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

The ring on the left hand is bright, and the rune circuit on the inside of the right wrist is dark, one bright and one dark, almost perfect.

And now, Felix is ​​also preparing to complete the construction of the third cave.

The reason for this caution is not because Hogwarts is a dragon pit, hiding some great danger, or what he is going to do, but because he knows that when he becomes the ancient Rune professor at Hogwarts, he will It is officially involved in the "plot".

And with his shallow understanding of the plot, it is difficult for him to be foresight, so he has to take precautions early.

He doesn't believe in the so-called "fairy tales", he only believes in his own power.

But no matter how he didn't understand the plot, he still knew some of the most basic things.

For example, the adventures of Harry Potter in the last life made eight movies. According to one school year, it is eight years in the wizarding world. This is in line with Felix's imagination: seven years of school adventure, plus a year after graduation to completely defeat the mysterious man, no problem.

Very rigorous reasoning.

It's been a year now, and if nothing else, Voldemort will be dead in seven years.

Thinking of this, Felix felt a little relieved.

Of course he is no match for Voldemort now, but the future is hard to say.

Felix went out and walked the streets of London while planning his future strategy.

Half an hour later, he was standing in front of a dentist's office—the very same one he had discovered a month earlier.

Felix pushed the door open, and the bell at the door made a crisp sound.

A middle-aged man in a white coat came out of the back room with his head pointed. He glanced at Felix and asked, "Are you here to see your teeth?"

Felix replied briefly, "I want to fill my teeth."

The dentist nodded and led him to a chair. "Please take a seat. My name is Will Granger, and you can call me Dr. Granger."

"I'm Felix Hepp."

Dr. Granger made him lie down on a chair, and looked at Felix's mouth with something similar to a searchlight, with a confused look on his face, "Mr. Hepp, your teeth are in good condition, very clean and neat, big and small. Very well-proportioned..."

Felix pointed to the upper left side of his cheek, "I want to get a wisdom tooth filled."

Dr. Granger was stunned. This is a strange request. Wisdom teeth are not very useful. He said sincerely: "Mr. Hepu, I don't recommend you to get a wisdom tooth filled, because..."

Next, Dr. Granger showed his professionalism and gave him a full twenty minutes of dental knowledge.

During the period, a little girl with fluffy hair walked in. She was about twelve or thirteen years old. She glanced at the two of them, especially when she saw Dr. Granger's eloquent performance, revealing a "come again" life. Lovely expression.

In the end, Felix had to interrupt him, "Dr. Granger, let's do this, you can help me get my teeth done first, and I'll decide whether to fill them or not after I've tried them."

Dr. Granger thought about it and thought it made sense. He took out a pen and paper to record the size of Felix's mouth, and after drawing on the paper, he quickly confirmed the size and shape of the wisdom tooth.

Then he went to the back room and started to work.

Felix looked at the clinic's furnishings with interest, especially the small cabinets hung on one of the walls, and the enlarged dental models could be clearly seen through the glass.

Just as he was watching intently, a confident voice appeared on his left.

"A filling is not the best option, especially a dispensable wisdom tooth."

Felix turned his head, looked at the little girl, and immediately heard her addition, "It will hurt a lot."

"It hurts? How painful?"

"You need to drill a hole in your gums with a small drill bit, and then make holes in your artificial wisdom teeth, connect them with screws, and then re-fix and adjust the position."

Felix suddenly had a toothache...

And the little girl's popular science continues, "Even if the teeth are filled, it is not a once and for all. On the contrary, after the gums are damaged, they will be more easily damaged, and even if your oral habits are not good on weekdays, it will also cause the gums to rot and knot. Stain, causing the original teeth to loosen and fall out, and must be repaired..."

"Stop talking!" He already had a picture.

While he can use magic to mend and relieve pain, now his mind is traumatized.

Seeing Felix's uncomfortable expression, the little girl shook off her long fluffy hair and ran to the corner to read a book. It could be seen that she seemed to be in a very happy mood.

After nearly twenty minutes, Dr. Granger came out again.

In the palm of his hand he was dragging a silver-white tray with an artificial tooth that had been ground and modified.

"Looks great, doesn't it?" Dr. Granger praised his craft.

But Felix simply nodded, he was frightened by what the little girl just said!

According to Dr. Granger's instructions, he tried the artificial wisdom tooth. Of course, there was neither drilling nor wire winding, just to test the comfort level.

"Very good!" Felix praised. "But I've decided not to fill my teeth anymore."

"Really? It looks like you've made the right decision." Dr. Granger wasn't angry at the lack of a deal, but happy for him.

But the guest made a new request, "I want to buy this tooth as a souvenir."

"Memorial?" Another strange request, Dr. Granger thought, and even the little girl who was quietly reading a book raised her head to look at him.

"Yes, commemorative."

"Okay." In the end, Dr. Granger only charged for the materials.

As Felix walked out of the clinic, Dr. Granger still felt a little strange in his heart. He complained to his daughter, "A very strange guest, don't you think, Hermione?"

Hermione Granger raised her head, looked at Felix's disappearing figure on the corner of the street, shook her head, and lowered her head to read the book again.