A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Seeing Felix's thoughtful expression, Flitwick explained, "Slughorn is the former head of Slytherin House, and like Severus, teaches Potions."

Felix nodded. He and the potion master didn't have an intersection. He just heard the name and couldn't match the number for a while.

Flitwick said: "It is said that he had a good retirement life, of course, when he was teaching at Hogwarts, the quality of life was very high."

"Professor Flitwick—"

"Felix, you can call me by my name." Professor Flitwick waved, "We are already colleagues, right?"

"This... well, Filius," Felix said.

"Me too, Felix, we don't have to be so polite in private," said Professor McGonagall.

So Felix said to her, "Minerva." The Transfiguration professor smiled kindly at him.

Then he turned his head to look at Snape, who looked back blankly, his eyes as if he were looking at a rock.

But Felix, who knew him best, said in a long voice, "Ah, Severus..."

Snape's lips trembled with anger.

Flitwick was suddenly interested in the scenery outside the window, and Professor McGonagall surveyed the interior with interest.

There was a smile in the corners of their eyes.

This awkward atmosphere didn't last long, and a woman with a graceful figure and a beautiful face came over.

"A small glass of canyon water—"

"Mine," said Professor McGonagall's voice.

"A sherry soda with ice and a snail—"

"Hmm! Thanks, Rosmerta," said Professor Flitwick, pursing his lips.

"A glass of water—"

Snapmer took it silently.

Ms. Rosmerta looked at the newly added Felix, "This guest, what do you want, oh wait, you're Felix Happ?"

Felix looked at her suspiciously.

He did come to Three Broomsticks when he was in school, but he never spoke to her except to order wine.

Rosmerta looked at him. "Mr. Hepp, you don't know how famous you were in school. There's a lot of people sitting here discussing your story..."

Felix joked to himself: "I guess, it shouldn't be a good word?"

"No, there are many people who adore you." She didn't specify, but smiled lightly: "Besides, a good reputation and a bad reputation are a pair of close friends—inviting one of them as a guest will inevitably lead to the other. One. What wine would you like?"

"A Butterbeer, I'm still used to that."

Flitwick invited, "Have a drink too, ma'am, and sit with us."

Rosmerta looked at the scattered tables of customers in the bistro. "Okay, thank you."

After a while, she came back and handed Felix a glass of butterbeer.

Rosmerta sat in the empty seat next to him, with a glass of gin in front of her.

This lady is good at dancing with long sleeves and having a few drinks. She shows an expression of memory: "In the years of running the tavern, my greatest pleasure is to listen to the conversations of the guests, of course, not eavesdropping. On such occasions, they will not say anything secret. …”

"We understand what you mean."

"Yeah, the little wizards come and go, and only the best will leave a name, which makes people memorable. I think, the most famous in recent years must be Mr. Hepp, but there are still others. some people……"

Rosmerta said a name: "Bill Weasley, should he have a term with you?" She looked at Felix.

"That's right."

"I remember he got a dozen distinctions in the OWLs, which was talked about at the time," Rosmerta said, "and his younger brother, who seemed to be the captain of the Quidditch school team, later Go and raise dragons."

Professor McGonagall kept her face straight, she had been brooding about the matter: "He should join the national team, Charlie has this potential."

"But that's not what he wanted, Minerva," Flitwick said. "We should be proud of him as a professor."

"I did—" McGonagall blushed and said falteringly, "I just feel a pity that the national team has not had any good candidates in the past few years."

She has always been a huge fan of Quidditch.

"There's also a little girl named Tonks, and her disguise magus is very characteristic." Rosemerta said, "If you think about it, many of them are little wizards of Gryffindor."

Flitwick said a little embarrassedly: "Actually Tonks is from Hufflepuff College, but what I want to say is... Ravenclaw also has many excellent graduates."

Rosmerta blinked. "Of course. They are active in all walks of life and are well-deserved leaders."

Snape snorted: "Ms. Rosemerta, I want to remind you that Slytherin has the lowest number of people, but has won the most House Cup championships."

"Severus! Last year's House Cup belonged to Gryffindor, and most likely this year too—" Professor McGonagall retorted him in disapproval.

Snape gave a low "snort".

Seeing the tendency of several deans to quarrel, Rosmerta hurriedly said, "It's a fact that there are many outstanding students in every college. By the way, what were you talking about just now?"

Flitwick also made a round of contention, and he replied: "We are talking about Damocles Belby, Severus, you should have seen the formula of the wolf's poison potion, right?"

"I saw it, it's a clever idea, but I don't think it's useful to study this kind of potion."

"At least solved the werewolf problem, didn't it?"

"From a political point of view—it does, filling a void." Snape showed his usual sarcastic expression, "but unless the potion's price falls below seven gallons, it's not as good as a chain. "

In the wizarding world, werewolves are basically synonymous with poverty, and no one wants to hire them. So the werewolves either lived alone or joined the evil.

In other words, at the current cost, few werewolves can afford it.

"As far as the current effect is concerned, the wolf venom can only relieve the pain of the full moon's transformation and make the werewolf stay sane, but it cannot cure the werewolf. Moreover, the cost is indeed not low." Felix said that these are his and Da I learned from Moklis' correspondence.

Professor McGonagall smacked her lips, "But that's not bad, if -" She glanced at Snape and stopped talking.

She thought of her former student, Remus Lupin, who was also a werewolf, except that the relationship between Lupin and Snape was not good, or even terrible.

Although Rosmerta was curious, she wisely did not ask further, the chat continued, and after a while, she got up to greet the other guests.

In the following period, several professors discussed their teaching.

Felix talked about the dueling course that just ended, and he regretted the overall level of the little wizards. "The disarming spell is actually not difficult, but very few people have mastered it," he said.

Flitwick, after detailed inquiries, offered a different opinion.

"Felix, maybe they just don't understand the concept of fighting. If you ask me to pick out a senior at random, he will know more little curses than you expect."

Felix was stunned for a moment, this point of view was something he hadn't thought of before. When he was in school, he wasn't at all interested in little curses that didn't work.

"You mean they don't know the disarming spell because they don't know it?"

"Or, don't pay attention. After all, the effect of this spell can't please the little wizards." Flitwick is an experienced magic spell professor, and he knows the mentality of the little wizards very well: "Only those who have exaggerated effects and make The little curse that people laugh at is their favorite."

Flitwick clenched his fingers, "The stumbling spell, the pimple spell, the tickle spell, the big stick in the front teeth race, the slug spell... There are too many. Although the school has banned these spells, these spells have been circulated among the young wizards. ."

Felix said wisely, "Perhaps, I should tell the little wizard the difference between dueling magic and a little hex. Severus, what do you think?"

Snape didn't speak, but that meant consent.

Flitwick then asked Felix if he could be added to the next dueling lesson.

"I was also a dueling champion when I was young." He said a little embarrassedly, "Don't worry, just one class. I just want to share my experience with the little wizards."

Felix looked at Flitwick and said happily, "Of course, Filius."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but interject, "If you don't mind, Felix, I also want to show the little wizards the application of Transfiguration in a duel."