A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Felix returned to the castle, he had a contented smile on his face.

A number of professors joined, and his dueling course has grown stronger. Maybe, you can bring other professors in to play in the future?

Especially when he received a text message from the owl 'Bai Xian' that afternoon——

"Dear Felix Hepp, my award ceremony is tentatively scheduled for 10am (Saturday), February 4th, in Room 3 on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic (to the left of the Wizengamore Transaction Office), You are cordially invited to the ceremony - Damocles Belby"

Felix wrote the reply, and estimated the time in his heart, about half a month.

In the evening, after Felix finished her rune lessons for Hermione Granger, he handed the little witch a glass of pumpkin juice.

Generally speaking, after the rune class is over, my assistant will stay in the office for a period of time, on the one hand, to relieve the fatigue in the thinking room, on the other hand, to chat about some interesting topics or answer some questions.

Today, they mentioned Gilderoy Lockhart.

Holding the cup, Hermione asked, "Professor, what do you think of Lockhart?"

"What do you think?"

"It's just his opinion, the lectures, the books he wrote, etc..."

Felix glanced at Hermione. His assistant had been on the job for half a year, and he knew some of her speaking habits very well. Right in front of her is a way for her to prepare for information.

"Professor Lockhart is very talkative and expressive, unlike me, even though we're both writers."

Hermione pressed: "Then what do you think of his books? You should have read his books, right?"

"I did see it," Felix said. "It's not very useful to me, but for students, there is still a lot of reference value for the methods of dealing with danger and finding danger."

"Actually, I appreciate his way of incorporating knowledge into the story, and maybe I will imitate it later." Felix looked at Hermione with interest, her eyebrows furrowed.

"But—" she said hesitantly, "don't you think the books he writes are completely different from what he does in class, with a strong sense of tearing?"

"Perhaps," Felix judged noncommittally, "obviously, there is fiction and ambiguity in his book, but we can only blame him for his own morality, but at least he checked it out when he wrote it. Little information."

"But what if," said Hermione nervously, a thin layer of sweat dripping from her face, "what if his story was stolen from someone else's head?"

The office was quiet for a few seconds—

"This is a very serious accusation, Miss Granger. If your argument is true, the person who committed this act will be imprisoned in Azkaban." Felix said solemnly.

"Granger, I need proof."

Hermione shuddered and pulled out a stack of crumpled parchment from her wizard robes.

"This is... this is what we found in Professor Lockhart's office," she said with difficulty. It was Ron who had done it, but she and Harry had decided not to put the blame on Ron alone. body.

Felix glanced at her in surprise. He understood why his assistant was assigned to Gryffindor. This is a restless and irritable witch.

The kind that breaks into the professor's office without a word.

Thinking about it this way, every time I left the office, I placed the vine of bondage at the door, which was really prescient.

He flipped through the document, and the name on it made him pay special attention, "Records of Armenia's visit to old wizards (Note: Werewolf Adventures)."

"Why are there two types of handwriting?" He first flipped through it roughly, and quickly noticed the problem.

There were more than twenty pages of parchment, most of which were handwritten by Hermione himself, and only three pages were in another type of handwriting.

"We, I..." Hermione swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked her to tell her how she violated the school rules.

"Speak slowly, I'm listening," Felix said.

"The thing is, Ron's confinement in Lockhart's office is the punishment for copying fan letters. He found a secret document, realized there was a problem, and smuggled back three pages. From these three pages Based on the content of the material, we judged that Lockhart's book may not have been his own personal experience, but that he stole other people's stories."

"We decided to collect evidence secretly and investigate the truth."

Felix listened quietly.

"—for the next week, Ron took advantage of the confinement to continue to extract parts of the material."

Felix was amazed at the boldness of these people, "Then he wasn't discovered by Lockhart?" Could Professor Lockhart be a fool?

"Lockhart has been in a bad state recently, his memory is very poor, and he speaks out of order. Moreover, after we get a few pages of materials that day, we will quickly copy them down, and return the originals the next day..."

"These three pages of manuscripts are what we think are more important, and they are evidence that Lockhart stole other people's stories!"

Felix didn't know whether to applaud their elaborate arrangement or criticize. If I let them study at ease, I didn't listen at all.

He pulled out three pages of the original manuscript and recognized at a glance that it was written with a professional shorthand quill.

This type of shorthand quill is very characteristic. They generally record the text according to the owner's idea, and also distort, modify the dialogue, and add demeanor and action descriptions.

Felix had seen this stuff at Rita Skeeter's house.

He took a serious look at-

Crooked Wizard: My head hurts a lot, as if a spoon is constantly digging in my brain, what's wrong with me?

(Outstanding) Adventurer: It's normal, come on, drink some juice, it's good for you.

The crooked wizard drank the juice mixed with the unknown potion in pain.

(Outstanding) Adventurer: Let's continue the story about the werewolf. You've talked a lot in the bar these two days, have you forgotten? I bought you a lot of wine. But I want to know more details... By the way, can I look at your memory later? After all, readers need immersive stories.

Crooked Wizard: I don't know, something is wrong, there is a problem...

(Outstanding) Adventurer: How could that be? Please look at me, I can help you.

The adventurer raised his wand.

Felix read the three pages of parchment with a solemn expression, and the matter was more serious than he had imagined.

He figured out the general logic: Lockhart found the target in the tavern, he spent a few days talking, or in other words, befriended this unlucky guy, and then either attacked or drugged, in short, he successfully controlled the target .

Lockhart then uses memory magic or something like Veritaserum to get the full story.

"What do you want me to do?" Felix asked quietly.

"To reveal his true colors, of course," Hermione said without hesitation.

"What's on a shorthand quill generally doesn't count as evidence, but," Felix said, "if you know what he did, it's easy."

"I will tell Headmaster Dumbledore that with his ability, he will handle it properly. If it is not possible, I can also take some inappropriate measures."

Hermione hesitated.

"Anything else?" Felix asked.

"Professor, it's Ron's trouble, we need your help."