A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 453: Responsibility breeds courage

Professor Marchbane shifted the subject very bluntly to her friend on the Experimental Charms Committee, Gilbert Whymple, who said loudly, "Whymper wants to come! Horn, it’s been a while, and I happened to know that Dorothea was in St. Mungo’s yesterday, so I asked him to hurry over...he asked me to bring you the information.”

Felix takes the file. March class said casually: "There are some questionnaires inside, which evaluate the danger, ease of learning, and potential risks of spells. You only need to hand them over to those students and ask them to fill them out and send them back to the Ministry of Magic's Experimental Spells Committee. .At that time, the Ministry will send someone to inspect."

Before leaving, she tentatively asked: "You really don't plan to write your own name? It is possible that a new spell will be named after you!"

"Oh, no, I have difficulty naming names," Felix replied.

Old Vera stopped when he walked to the door, and asked casually in a casual tone: "By the way, those ancient magic text books in the library"

"Still in the same place, the penultimate row of bookshelves." Felix replied immediately.

Old Vera froze for a moment, waved his hand, and muttered "Thank you".

…

Felix walked out of the ancient rune office, thought about what happened just now, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth: "Stimulate that stubborn old man today, and stimulate again tomorrow, and then we can wait and see what happens. Remy's relationship is... I'm such a good person!"

"Professor, professor?" A head poked out from the corridor and stammered.

It's Neville.

"What did you hear?" Felix asked him, smiling.

"You, you're a good person..." Neville replied blankly, and the next second showed a terrified expression, covering his mouth desperately.

Felix: "...Don't speak out."

Looking at the stern-faced professor, Neville nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"What's the matter? By the way, how are your parents? I heard from St. Mungo's staff that they have been discharged from the hospital."

"Yes, they have recovered." Neville quickly replied, "The director of the Auror office came to visit some time ago, and hoped that they could return to the Auror team and still be the team leader."

"Scrimgeour?" Felix frowned slightly.

"It's him," said Neville, "but Mom and Dad decided to rest for a while. They went abroad for a trip, and by the way, they're doing recovery training...then make a decision when they come back."

Felix nodded slightly, "Sounds good. Alright, Neville, you've specially ambushed in the corridor, what do you want to say to me?"

"I, uh," Neville suddenly stammered again, his face flushed, he swallowed frantically, "I'm Gudong! I want to ask, is there any magic that can make people brave?"

"Be brave?" Felix looked at him strangely, "What do you want to do?"

"I, I found that my talent has improved and my grades have improved a lot, but I'm still so timid. I don't even dare to speak loudly in front of everyone, for fear of being ridiculed..." Neville said with a sad face, "Also, there is still a competition"

"You also want to participate in the Tournament? Potter and the others can't help themselves."

"No, I mean, these two projects, no matter which one, I don't have the courage to challenge, not even a trace of courage... Whether it's a fire dragon or a deep lake, as long as I think of these, I can't help Shaking," said Neville, with tears in his eyes.

"So I want to ask, is there any magic that can allow me to block these negative emotions, including other people's evaluation of me?"

Neville looked at Felix expectantly.

Of course, Felix thought, Occlumency is tailor-made for you. But if your goal is to gain courage by shielding your emotions, you're putting the cart before the horse.

"You're asking me too much." Felix looked Neville up and down, making him uncomfortable for a while: "Your idea is really unique...can you curse?"

"Curse, curse?" Neville looked taken aback.

"Yeah," Felix scratched his chin casually, and said darkly, "I curse you, every second of your life after this moment, the insults, slanders, ridicules, resentments, Dissatisfaction has become the most beautiful compliment in the world..."

"I can't hear bad advice..."

"Can't hear honest advice..."

"I can't hear the kind ridicule..."

Neville's body turned cold, as if something dirty was wrapped around him, he couldn't help shivering.

"Professor?" Neville said desperately, with a sad face, "You really cursed me? At least ask me..."

Felix said with a solemn face, "You are an idiot."

Neville froze. His eyes widened at first, and he didn't blink until he was dry and astringent, "I, am I okay? I heard you say I'm an idiot... so I'm not cursed?"

Felix laughed.

Neville's round face couldn't help but tense, Felix patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Do you still remember what happened when you got the invitation card during the selection of warriors?"

"I saw...Hogwarts...England...the ocean...the world and...the bright starry sky." Neville said. He recalled the shock when he wandered in the vast universe and starry sky. It was a silent contrast, and he could feel his own insignificance without any words.

Thinking about it, his train of thought suddenly went astray, and by the way, he remembered the scene when he stood on the stage and sang to the row of 'Professor Snape' who had to pass the level before. It was a nightmare: Snape with rapturous expression, beating the beat; Snape with clenched fists, glaring at him; Snape with black cloak, dead eyes; Come on, Snape trying to get on stage and catch him...

That scene was so shocking that he was in a strange mood when he saw the real Potions professor afterwards. He was afraid that Seamus or Dean next to him would suddenly turn his head and reveal a An expressionless face with a long hooked nose.

But anyway, he really wasn't too afraid of Potions class.

He heard a snap of his fingers and looked up to see Professor Haip looking at him. "Sorry, professor, I was distracted..." Nawei said slowly.

Felix showed an understanding expression.

He didn't use Legilimency, thinking that Neville was immersed in the enchanted memory on the invitation card.

"Do you have any plans for the future?" He asked persuasively.

This is just an introduction to the next topic. But Neville actually nodded, "Think about it. I want to be a herbal medicine professor, or an Auror."

"What's the reason?" Felix asked in surprise. Few students thought about this question so early, and they usually didn't realize it until the fifth grade employment counseling.

"I like herbal medicine!" Neville said loudly, then glanced at Felix shyly, and muttered, "I still want to catch little Crouch."

Felix nodded lightly, completely understanding his thoughts. Among the four Death Eaters who used the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms, only Crouch Jr. is at large, and the other three are still in Azkaban squatting.

When he mentioned Azkaban, he seemed to think of something. Azkaban...Death Eaters...what the **** are they? He tried to catch this ray of light, and information about Azkaban flashed through his mind

Island in the North Sea...not plottable...built in the fifteenth century...the lair of the dark wizard Extis...torturing passing sailors to create dementors...dementors?

Felix blinked. As far as he knew, wizard prisons were woefully under-guarded because of what he'd done last year. The new dementors need a lot of time to breed and grow. It is estimated that many strikers will be sent there to rotate there in the past few years.

Is this why the Ministry of Magic is planning to recruit more Aurors and Strikers? Felix guessed unreliably, well, at least there is a high possibility that Fudge agreed to guard the wizard prison...

He thought for a few seconds, and it was difficult to find anything valuable or worthy of vigilance. He could only write down this information secretly, and ponder it when he had time.

Felix raised his head and said to Neville, "The herbal medicine professor and Auror are both good choices, but they all have one characteristic in common."

"What feature?" Neville asked. He suddenly thought of Roger Davies' feat of subduing the fire dragon by spawning the black thorn seed in the first project. Professor Sprout was thrilled.

Does the professor mean to arm himself with the knowledge learned in the herbal medicine class?

"They all need to enlighten others." Felix gave a completely different answer.

Neville looked at him hesitantly. He can still understand when the professor enlightens the students, just like at this moment, but the Auror...

"Think about it," Felix said solemnly, "if you're a professor, you're bound to be dealing with a motley bunch of lively students, or if you're an Auror, take the long view , it’s not too much to be a team leader, right? Then you have to pay attention to the emotions of your team members at all times, otherwise a slight mistake may be a life.”

Neville's expression turned serious, and he nodded. He had heard similar things from his parents, and some of his views did coincide with what the professor said...

The professor knows a lot. he thought enviously.

"...So you should also have this ability." Felix finally concluded.

"Uh..." Neville's face started to turn red again, he was really not good at this job, and he had only one thought at the moment: It's over, he can't be a herbal medicine professor or an Auror, but he quickly pulled himself together Get up and whisper, "May I try?"

Felix nods approvingly ~IndoMTL.com~ as he sifts through the rings before pulling out a booklet. "I happen to have a magic here, you can take it back and have a look... It's the magic attached to the invitation card."

Neville couldn't wait to take it, and then he was a little dumbfounded. It appeared to be a manuscript, except that the corners were glued together with spells, making it look like a book from a distance, but it was not at all. He stared at the handwritten cover, whose name had been redacted twice

"Mind Cabin Magic Orientation Lite (St. Mungo's Special)" (crossed out);

"Magical Research into Predetermined Illusions (Horror? Mystery? Spiritual Pollution?)" (crossed out);

The last name is the surviving name: "Daydream Curse (Cosmic Starry Sky)".

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Felix snatched the booklet from the dazed Neville, took out a few pages, and explained, "These are not for you."

Then he returned the rest of the booklet to Neville, patted him on the shoulder and said, "In the future, if you encounter similar problems, you can try this spell. In addition, tell yourself: you will enlighten others in the future. How can you teach others if you can’t do it yourself?”