A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 185: New term

When Felix was dining in the auditorium the next day, he could still hear all kinds of gossip discussed by the little wizards.

"Harry fought against the dementors and kept the enemy out of the carriage. I could see the overwhelming red light from two aisles."

"Yeah, it's incredible!"

Hufflepuff student Ernie McMillan poked his head and said: "It's not surprising. You know, Potter defeated the mysterious man when he was a baby. I didn't understand it when I first entered school. The so-called 'Savior' is no different from me, he is short, looks malnourished, and his grades are so-so..."

He first talked about a bunch of shortcomings, and then paused for a moment in a dramatic manner, staring at the two companions: "Look now! He's finally exposed!"

"Oh, so that's how it is." His two friends showed their comprehension.

Felix had the urge to laugh. After eating the pie in two or three bites, he came to the ancient rune classroom early and looked at his class schedule for this year.

Among the little wizards in the third grade, there were no more than ten people who really didn't take his courses, which made his elective courses inexplicably given the treatment of compulsory courses.

Professor McGonagall spent a lot of time arranging the ancient runes into the curriculum.

Finally, the ancient runes of the third grade were arranged in the last period of school hours on Tuesday and Thursday, and it was half an hour later than the normal end of get out of class.

Soon the seventh grade students arrived one after another.

Percy, Penelope, Wood, Geoffrey, and the Ravenclaw girl who preferred to hold the little skull during the rune practice last school year...

Among these people, Felix saw a figure that should not have appeared——Marcus Flint.

He graduated in June this year, and now he is appearing again in the ancient magic text class. There was only one reason: he was repeated.

In the last school year, his two improvement courses--Protection of Fantastic Beasts and Ancient Rune, all got zeros in the exams, and he didn't even pass a single one. This is really a shame of pure blood. His father made some activities with the school director and let him stay one grade.

"Teacher, professor." The tall and burly Marcus saw Felix waving at him, his whole face wrinkled, and he almost moved to him step by step.

Others were watching, especially Oliver Wood, whose face was flushed with excitement. He and Marcus were too at odds. The two were Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch The captain of the team has many conflicts in private.

"You..." Felix looked at Marcus, and was at a loss for words for a while, what did you say? At any rate, his rune grades were better than his grades in the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, which at least showed that he put more thought into his class.

If I hadn't relaxed the course selection requirements last year, would Marcus have been able to graduate smoothly with only one course?

For this conjecture, Felix also has no idea.

He rummaged under the podium, took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Marcus. "This is the answer parchment you used. I haven't cleared your information. The previous wrong questions are still there."

Marcus took it, muttering as if to say thank you, but choked on his spit.

"Go, I will check regularly, if your grades do not meet the requirements, I will stop all your activities—" Felix looked at him calmly, "including Quidditch."

"Yes, Professor." Marcus said sadly.

On the contrary, Wood, who seemed to be celebrating the festival early, blew a loud whistle.

Felix glanced at him: "You too, Wood. You are treated the same as Flint."

Therefore, a second bitter face appeared in this classroom.

The students on the side snickered.

Soon, the class will officially begin. Felix looked at the students in the audience: "During the school year last year, you had a relatively easy life, and I would be happy to let you feel the mysteries of ancient runes."

The male and female wizards in the audience looked serious, and usually such words would be followed by a 'but'.

"However, this year is your last year at Hogwarts—Wood, don't stare at Flint and laugh—I continue to say that you are facing the ultimate wizarding exam, and it depends on how important this exam is. I don't need to say more."

"Next, I will detail our study plan for this school year..."

In the questioning session at the end of the course, Penelope Clearwater raised his hand and asked, "Professor, do we still have rune practice this year?"

"Yes, professor. Last school year we smashed the little skull, drove away the black crow, defeated the magic puppet, cracked the trap of the devil's net, and finally collected all four keys. But there are still many places that are not Exploring," said the Ravenclaw girl next to her, snapping her fingers.

Slytherin's prefect Jeffrey also calmly made a suggestion: "Professor, I think we can decide candidates for the magic text practice class according to their grades."

Wood glared at him immediately, and even Marcus didn't look right at him.

Felix thought about it, "Well, I will open that classroom on weekends for interested students to explore. But in the classroom, you should not have too much expectation."

A class ended in a hurry, and the students filed out.

"Professor Hype?" Percy stood in front of Felix.

"What's the matter, Weasley?"

Percy hesitated and said, "Well, my younger brothers... are Fred and George. They are in fifth grade today."

Felix waited quietly for the next step.

"Uh, this is a critical year. You know, the OWLs exam... The family hopes that they can focus more on their studies and take two more certificates."

"Weasley, you can be more straightforward."

Percy caught his breath, and he mustered up his courage to say, "I, I heard that you are very supportive of their playful behavior ~IndoMTL.com~ They have intensified now...I hope you can persuade them."

Felix looked at him and said softly, "Weasley, maybe you want me not to help them?"

Percy said with difficulty: "I have this idea."

The empty classroom was silent, and Felix tapped the table with his fingertips, making a clicking sound.

After a while, Felix looked up, "I can't make decisions for them, Weasley."

"You should be aware that even without my help, they would still be focused on this. I can't tie them up, or... cast a confusion spell?"

Percy's face was pale and his lips were pursed.

"However, I have a solution." Felix said slowly.

"What is it?"

"You join them."

"You're kidding!" Percy's eyes widened, "I don't care about their pranks at all..."

"No, it's not that you study with them, I mean, understand them. Know what they are doing, what they study, where they spend their time, why they are so happy. When you know everything about them , can always find the right method..."

Felix looked at him: "I heard that you are going to be admitted to the Ministry of Magic? This may be a meaningful practice, and you can write a related paper."

Percy left thoughtfully.

On the other end, Harry looked furious, and Hermione trotted after him.

"Harry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Hermione, you already knew that my father knew Professor Lupine, and that Sirius Black! And that Peter Pettigrew! You know everything, but you don't tell me anything. I'll tell you Said——Hey, where's the person? Hermione?"