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Chapter 138 Wind
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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Felix returned to his office, at late night, the window hit by the wind making a "click-click-click" sound.
He sat in his chair, his eyes passed over a corner of the desk, where there stood a stack of photos.
Felix picked up the photos in his hand, leaned back, and looked at them quietly - seven photos, most of them were solitary photos of Helena, she always smiled quietly, but from different angles.
The only photo is with him, and he said something at the time, and Helena gave an amused expression, and there's a clear gesture of covering her mouth in the photo.
Felix's fingers brushed over the photo, causing her hair to turn into a burgundy colour, and then he collected the photo in his ring.
"Have a good trip, Helena."
...
The next morning, Hogwarts is windy, Felix was woken up early, he came out of his bedroom in his pyjamas, the office is very dimly lit, and it is pitch-black outside.
The windows were raging under the gale, making an unbearable creaking sound.
Felix snapped his fingers and the windows seemed to become one, the sound instantly weakened, but the sound of the gale crashing against the castle walls is beyond what he had offered.
Through the window, you can faintly see the branches of the trees in the distance keep swaying.
"Don't want to think at all in this weather." He muttered, lazily curling up on the couch.
Felix hooked his fingers, and the suitcase in the corner popped open, and a box of film floated in midair past his eyes, "Tch! I can't believe I've seen them all."
"I remember a very famous series of films, I wonder if it's released, what is it called?"
"The Legend of Nagini?"
Felix shook his head and beckoned a book of fairy tales, "The Adventures of Camper," from a wall cabinet - one of the gifts he had received for Christmas.
The main character of the story is called Robin Camper, a ten-year-old prep young wizard.
His parents, both employees of the Ministry of Magic, are usually very busy at work and often entrust him to the care of a neighbour, but he does not like the neighbour's cat and sneaks out.
Camper originally wanted to stroll around Diagon Alley, but ended up in Knockturn Alley by mistake and got whisked away by a dark witch with an Apparition.
But the good thing is, the resourceful Camper used a small trick to deceive the witch, smoothly escaped. After that is the story of avoiding the pursuit of the dark witch. While making various friends and trying to go home.
Felix finds that if one doesn't think too much about logic, such as why the witch's henchmen are three cats with names like 'Nate', 'Marsh' and 'Moray', and that they always come first before The witch found Camper and got chased away by Camper's new magical creature friends and so on all these issues ... It's actually quite interesting.
He read with great interest, less than an hour to finish it.
"I wonder if this type of book is popular among the little wizard community, I should investigate, if the response is good, I can take reference to complete my new book."
"As for the plot well ..." he glanced at the Adventure of Camper in his hand, "the story of a ten-year-old wizard-to-be, sent to a muggle school by his busy working parents to live, learn and make friends in an unfamiliar environment. "
"Well, this wizard-to-be grew up in a wizard's family and is not familiar with the outside world, and with the help of his eyes, the reader gets to see a lot of interesting things."
"It's best to illustrate it with some dynamic images."
Felix absently made up the plot, the day finally dawned.
Harry woke up with a start, listening to the wind whistling in his ears, he rubbed on the glasses and looked carefully through the window.
"It's windy, oh yeah, it's March." He muttered.
Ron is still asleep, it's Sunday, and Harry doesn't wake him up, getting dressed, and he carried his book bag to the common room.
He had a ton of Quidditch practice in the afternoon, and he had to catch up on his homework.
When he arrived in the common room, it is empty, with only three or two people, but he's not surprised at seeing Hermione.
She is carving a rune with a carving knife, and from Harry's point of view, it already looks very decent, the tip of the light coffee-colored carving knife flows with searing magic, leaving behind chestnut wood pieces with a burning symbol.
"How's it going?" Harry asked when she stopped.
Hermione gave him an ambiguous answer, "Not too bad, but I haven't succeeded once."
"Yeah?" Harry didn't quite catch the phrase: "It looks rather impressive, it has the mystique of a wizard in a fairy tale now."
"Harry, you are the wizard."
"I'm talking about the wizard lore of the Muggle world." As for Hogwarts, Harry thought about his desperate attempt to catch up on his homework and is hardly in the mood to think about gods and mysteries.
While Harry writing his herbology class thesis, the whistling outside the tower didn't stop, interrupting his thoughts several times. This put him in a very irritable mood, and he suddenly looked up expectantly and asked, "Hermione, do you think if the weather is still like this on Monday, our herbology class will be cancelled?"
Hermione said, "I think - you might as well expect today's training to be cancelled, and I'm curious how the mandrake gets into someone's pot, Professor Sprout said it's almost here in a few days, and I don't want to miss it."
Many mandrake plants did a feverish, noisy dance in the third greenhouse during last week's Final Herbology class, much to Professor Sprout's delight.
"We'll know they're fully mature when they want to move to someone else's pot." She said, "Then we'll be able to bring both poor little wizard in the hospital ward and Filch's cat to life."
Harry muttered, "Surely Wood won't cancel the training, I have faith in him."
When Ron got up, the three of them gathered their things and went to the great hall for breakfast.
Ron pointed to the Ravenclaw House crowd and said, "They don't look very excited."
Harry said uncertainly, "Maybe because the ghost of their house has disappeared?" He thought about it, and even though he hadn't had a good time at Nick's 500th-anniversary party, he would certainly be upset about it if Nick suddenly disappeared.
As this is happening, a silvery figure burst into the great hall, bashing the Slytherin students with a stack of chalk heads.
He let out a loud laugh and suddenly disappeared when no one reacted.
The trio got dumbfounded, and after a while, Ron said, "Merlin ah, nobody cares about Peeves now?"
Everyone knows that only Bloody Baron and Dumbledore can control Peeves Ghost, and he only maintains limited respect in the face of the professor.
"However, I do think it's not bad." Ron looked at the wretched little Slytherin wizards, especially when there is Malfoy among them, so he happily stabbed a piece of bacon.
Hermione said worriedly, "It's Slytherin that Peeves is targeting now, not necessarily after a while."
"That's Slytherin's worst luck as well," Ron said optimistically.
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Chapter 139 Peeves Ghost
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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Felix stayed in his office until noon, before heading hungrily to the great hall for a meal.
Instead of sitting at the faculty table, he chose a random long table of students, with several young wizards discussing the morning's events just a short-distance away.
"In just one morning, Peeves has attacked many Slytherin students in the great hall, and pushed down statues in the corridors, painted mud all over the armour, and scribbled on the ceiling. ..." One student counted Peeves' crimes on his fingers.
"I think he must have spent all day yesterday thinking about how to celebrate, which is why he's so efficient today."
Felix listened on, when a few Slytherin students walked in with angry faces, their angry yelling audible to him from seven or eight seats away.
"... This is outrageous, to run into our common room and fool around! Make sure to tell Professor Snape ..."
Their voices faded away.
Felix walked out of the great hall, intending to pay a visit to Belby, only to see that the door of his office is locked tightly.
As he prepared to leave, he is greeted by a tall, lean figure of Belby, who looked jubilant.
"Damocles."
"Oh, Felix, did you come to meet me? I went to Professor Snape's office, to improve the wolfsbane potion, which is progressing promisingly ...," said Belby enthusiastically.
The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Belby suggested, "Why don't we go for a drink?"
Felix readily agreed.
"Please wait, I still need to clean up ..." Belby said vaguely, and the two walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts class office, which had a very different style from when Lockhart was there.
Instead, it is somewhat similar to Snape's office - several large cabinets arranged against the wall, each containing a variety of bottles and jars; on a long table, is a row of glasses and crucibles.
One of the crucibles is brewing a potion, it is set under the orange flame, the mouth of the pot emitting steam.
Felix shot a couple of glances at the crucible, which consisted of a creamy mass, only the colour of it is an uncomfortable dark green.
"Is this some sort of smear ointment?"
"Yes, it works wonders on large boils caused by Stinging Jinx, I had been discussing it with Madam Pomfrey, and boy, is she a treasure trove of potions for all sorts of minor injuries and ailments."
Felix said approvingly, "I couldn't agree with you more, Damocles." He had found this out when he was in school.
Belby lifted a curtain in the corner, inside which there were two metal cages, two red caps were sleeping quietly inside it.
But when he took out two thumb-sized glass bottles, they opened their eyes at once, "chirping", two paws on the bars of the cage.
Felix could read the emotion of 'eagerness' on their dry, thin faces.
Belby issued a tone of voice, the red caps immediately silenced, head pressed against the side of the cage, the mouth wide opened.
He poured the bright red liquid from the glass bottle into their mouths, and the red caps had an intoxicated look on their faces, their bodies swaying as if they were drunk.
Then Belby covered the curtain and went back to Felix, slipped two green leaves into the crucible, tapped the edge of the crucible twice with his wand, and the dark green contraption began to swirl.
"There, that's settled. Let's go." Belby said.
As they made their way down the stairs to the ground floor, they saw several Slytherin underclassmen running in disarray not far away, hiding the backs of their heads from the pervasive chalk heads with the hoods of their wizard robes.
"Oh, ten, ten, fantastic, one hundred!" A dwarf-looking midget chased after them, flipping in midair and waving his two little shorthands incessantly.
"Peeves."
Peeves Ghost stopped as he looked at the two professors next to him, "Oh, I didn't notice~ These little wretches are attracting all my attention ..." He looked at them with wide-open eyes and unnaturally pulled at his peaked cap.
Felix beckoned and let the pointy hat on Peeves' head fly into his hand, "I don't suppose this is yours, is it, Peeves?"
"Yes, it's mine, Professor." A Slytherin boy came over and whispered.
Peeves gave him a hard stare, "Lord Peeves remembers you!"
The Slytherin startled, the half-extended hand stopped, expression very hesitant.
Felix waved his wand, a silver light struck the Peeves Ghost, his eyes became lax. The whole person fluttered lightly, and his mouth kept chanting, "Don't, I hate classes!"
"Don't pull my hair ..."
"I hate the history of magic!"
"Why did he get the highest grade!"
The few young Slytherin wizards looked at Felix in awe, and even Belby's eyes went a little straight; he could deal with the Peeves, but causing this effect would be a bit of a head-scratcher.
The Peeves seemed to have split into a million minds at once, and from different people.
"Don't look at me like that, it's just a simple confusion spell to make it think it's just been born," Felix said.
"Any word on that?" Belby asked, though he didn't think it's just a simple confusion spell.
"Peeves is a special ghost, or maybe it's more appropriate to call him a rowdy ghost, who arrived with the construction of Hogwarts, but didn't take a concrete form until the school enrolled many students, and he took benefit of their playfulness and overflowing magic."
The students who had just been chased listened quietly, exchanging excited glances with each other.
"He won't always look like this, will he?" Belby asked.
"No, it will take a week at most to recover, but the process won't be too pleasant ... I thought he would remember how it felt." Felix said regretfully.
"Professor, is there any good way ...," said the little wizard who had been robbed of his hat.
But Felix did not seem to hear, he asked Belby with a clearly puzzled expression on his face: "Do you think we should tell the little wizard that the Tongue-Tying Curse is also workable against ghosts?"
"Not good, it might bother some ghosts ...," said Belby cooperatively.
"The ghosts in the castle are very friendly, if any little wizard dares to use it against a ghost, just detain them for a whole year," Felix said.
The corners of Belby's eyes twitched a little, are you serious?
The Slytherin students were also startled, and they said formally, "Professor, we'll leave first."
"Your hat." Felix tossed him the peaked cap in his hand.
"Thanks, Professor!" The young wizard said thanks and ran away, pulled by his companion.
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Chapter 140 Invitation
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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Three Broomsticks Inn.
Mrs. Rosmerta brought two glasses of mead, "The best oak-rubbed mead, low in alcohol, you'll like it."
"Thank you, ma'am."
She smiled and nodded, and turned to greet the other customers.
Belby looked around the inn and saw seven or eight adult wizards talking in whispers, in addition to three or two small ones.
"I have a feeling this place is doing a lot better than the Hog's Head Inn." He said.
"The Hog's Head Inn specializes in strong liquors, and minor wizards don't go there much." Felix said, "And the attractiveness of the proprietors and the interior is even more jarring."
Belby glanced at the curvaceous Mrs. Rosmerta and thought about the wrinkles on the Hog's Head Inn owner's face and the dirt-covered glasses, and especially the dirty, rotten smell inside the bar ...
"Well, you're right. I wouldn't go there for nothing more than the necessary reason, either."
Felix bowed his head and took a sip of mead, which tasted excellent, the sweetness of honey and the freshness of oak wood filling his lips and teeth, barely feeling the taste of liquor, but as it slid down his throat, he could clearly feel a long wave of heat rushing to his heart, warming his whole body.
"How does it feel to be back in school, Damocles, almost a month now?"
"It's very relaxing, and it feels like I'm young again." Belby chuckled, "Sometimes, though, I really want to crack open some students' little brains and see if they're stuffed with Bubotuber pus?"
Felix looked at him speechlessly, worthy of being a master of potions, the metaphor is so refreshingly simple.
Bubotuber is an extremely ugly plant, its pus is no less ugly, it is a sticky yellow-green liquid, with a pungent smell of oil.
You can't blame him for being mean, though; the challenges Belby encountered from the academic rubble comprehensively outclassed Felix in every way - because the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is mandatory, and every young wizard is required to take it until sixth grade.
As we all know, the quality of teaching in this class has always been worrying.
Felix said, "There are always some good students, aren't there?"
"That's true," Belby reflected on himself, "and I lectured a little too fast, you know, to make up for the previous deficiencies. In the second year, for example, they haven't even seen a few low-risk magical creatures, let alone know how to handle a minor vile hex."
" You brewed the potion just for this?"
"That's right, I collected a list of minor vile hexes they've mastered and made a special topic to teach them how to deal with them."
"That sounds great, Damocles, you have a talent for teaching."
"No, Felix, your 'answer space' has helped me a lot."
Felix looked at him in disbelief.
Belby explained, "I converted the information I looked up into test questions, put them on the answer space, and urged them to complete them after class as part of the homework."
Is this ... online homework?
The all-subject version of the answer space had been available for some time, and each professor was given a dragon skin scroll that allowed them to modify and add questions for the corresponding subject - Felix opened up that part of the access.
However, most professors clearly place more emphasis on fifth and seventh graders, and they have moved all the questions from the OWLs and NEWTs exams of recent years, while for other grades, they may simply provide a focus range and corresponding reference chapters.
No one seems to have realized this use of answer space...
Felix looked at him, and Belby said with some embarrassment, "Although I only plan to substitute for six months, I also hope to make a good record. Honestly, I don't want the young wizards telling the new professor how bad I am in the next academic year."
"Don't worry, there shouldn't be a better professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the last ten years than you," Felix said with great appreciation that he had encountered most of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the last ten years during his school years, and the few that remained had, as far as he knew, have fairly below average reputation.
Not to mention the last two years, a dark wizard and a fraud.
At the end of this little gathering, Belby talked about his latest teaching project, "In addition to the little vile hex topic, I'd like to do a topic on forbidden forest creatures, which are equally dangerous magical creatures."
He also formally extended an invitation to Felix to explore the Forbidden Forest together.
Looking at his somewhat faltering tone, Felix understood in his heart that he is afraid of being affected by the curse and wants to find a partner who can look out for each other in case of danger, so that he will not be isolated as a result of an accident.
For example, meet a Warthog?
Felix thought for a moment and agreed, he is also ready to fully explore the forbidden forest once, pick up some miraculous materials by the way.
Every time he saw the snake fang carving knife, it always felt like it was teasing him.
Felix had the intention to transform the unicorn dagger that Hagrid gave him into a carving knife.
Back at school, the two parted from each other.
On the way back to the office, Felix saw several young wizards with a look of obvious awe and gratitude on their faces, which confused Felix a bit.
Did word about Peeves' ghost spread? Not another outrageous rumour, is it?
All the way until the third wave of young wizards he encountered, all with similar looks, Felix could not hold back his curiosity and called out to one of them, "Finch-Fletchley, what is going on in the castle these days?"
Justin Finch-Fletchley looked at him with an adoring face, "Professor Hap, it's about the Peeves Ghost."
Felix thought to himself, "Indeed, it is, is it really a rumour about me taking out the Peeves Ghost?
He said softly, "Tell me more about it."
Justin said with some excitement, "A few Slytherin students said you couldn't stand the Peeves' mischief and used magic to teach him a lesson."
Nothing wrong with getting this far, Felix thought to himself.
"Please continue."
"... Everyone noticed that Peeves ghost became weird, he seemed to be mimicking different students' speech, and dumbing down."
No problem getting here either.
"And then what?" He wanted to know at what point the wording went awry.
"Then Ron's twin brother noticed something different about Peeves ghost, and they conjured up a big fan and fanned Peeves around the castle for exhibition."
Felix: "... very creative idea, did they get into any trouble?"
"Does attracting many ghosts count?"
"Ghosts?"
"Yeah, they clapped their hands on the sidelines, especially a short, chubby ghost with a big pair of glasses, she was just overjoyed." Justine Finch-Fletchley said.
Was it Moaning Myrtle? Felix guessed.
"Where are they now?" He intended to go over and see.
"Oh, they were in the yard - they were going to throw an impromptu party, and then Professor McGonagall took them away."
"She looks pretty upset," Justine added.
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