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Chapter 178 End of Special Training
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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On the morning before school started, Felix sat in a relaxed manner eating his breakfast in the Leaky Cauldron bar, flipping through that day's newspaper in the meantime.
"Gee, Sirius Black, how come it's been on the front page for so many days?"
Felix stared at the man in the picture, his face hollowed and his long black hair tangled. He had wax-like skin and looked a bit like a vampire.
The newspaper didn't spare the ink to retell his crimes over and over again, including the fact that he supported the dark lord, as well as blowing up half a street, killing thirteen people, and currently on the run when he got driven to the edge.
The words "extremely dangerous" and "most notorious prisoner" appear several times in bold red letters.
"Is it really hard to escape from Azkaban?" Felix took a sip of coffee and took two seconds to simulate the scenario.
Step one, take out the spare wand and, well ...
'First, the assumption itself won't happen, as I would never let myself be captured or cornered, so why bother?'
'But at least it explains, why Fudge is so on edge about Harry.'
While this is happening, Harry yawned and walked down the stairs, Dobby followed him carefully with a worried look on his face, as if he feared which step he would take and roll down the stairs.
"Harry, Dobby, here." Felix tilted his head at them, "Morning, Professor." Harry sat down in the empty seat across from him, and to his surprise, Dobby sat down as well, sticking to his chair.
"Dobby, don't you need to greet the guests?" Harry asked.
"Mr. Potter, Dobby resigned from The Leaky Cauldron, this is Dobby's last day here, and the boss approved that I don't have to do anything."
"Oh, uh ..." Harry, obviously not quite sober yet, his mind not functioning for a moment, froze as he half-heartedly asked, "But where are you going?"
"Mr. Hap has offered Dobby a job, and Dobby's willing to do his friend a favour! Dobby, Dobby, feels honored." The elf stared at Felix with big eyes.
Harry turned his head as well, and Felix said briefly, "I hired Dobby to act as my spokesman for some book publishing matters."
"Dobby, congratulations," Harry said sincerely.
Felix finished his breakfast and said to him, "Harry, I will not arrange training tasks today, you have reviewed the shield charm, the stupefy charm, the Tongue-Tying Curse, and additionally learned The Incarcerous Spell over the past few days, it is more than enough at the moment to give you an advantage."
Harry listened in silence, he knew this special training coming to an end.
The incantation of The Incarcerous Spell is "Incarcerous", the effect of which is shooting a thick rope from the tip of the wand to bind the target. The advantage of this spell is that it can be cast from a very long distance, allowing him to attack from across a corridor.
He had only managed to learn it last night and was only barely able to cast it, but the attack distance reached twelve or thirteen meters, already more than the majority of spells he had mastered.
'I have to thank Ron for learning this spell.' Harry thought to himself, after many failures, he remembered the way Ron learned the disarming charm, so Harry let Professor Hap use the Incarcerous spell upon him, hoping to get a closer 'feel' of its mysteries.
And Professor Hap is also very interested in this, "I have long wanted to tie someone, but never got the chance." The result was that he was tied up again and again with thick ropes comparable to a Devil's Snare, binding him into an all-pervasive cocoon, and he felt like a large Shaved Caterpillars.
In the desperate struggle in between, he also finally mastered the magic, the cost is a full-body bruise, like being hung up by the Whomping Willow and whipped for half an hour.
Speaking of Whomping Willow, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Weasley's car. Last year at the beginning of the school year, Dobby blocked the platform entrance, and in order to return to school on time, he and Ron flew halfway across Britain in Mr. Weasley's privately modified magic car, only to pass through the forbidden forest, the car became too overloaded and fell face down on the Whomping Willow.
Mr. Weasley, therefore, came under investigation, for which he felt guilty, for a long time.
Now the 'culprit' not only shared breakfast with him, but also became his friend, which made Harry wonder at the marvels of the world.
There is a buzz from outside the bar, and a large group of people suddenly come into the bar. Most of them were redheads, carrying suitcases and cages of all sizes.
"Daddy, is Harry here?" A little girl with fiery red hair asked, tugging on her father's arm.
"This is the seventh time I've answered you, yes, Ginny." Her father said as such.
Harry already revealed an expression of surprise - it is the Weasley family, and next to them stood a couple dressed in 'muggle' clothes, and Harry is no stranger to Hermione's mom and dad.
But nothing could catch Harry's eye more than his two best friends, and he couldn't wait to share his experience -
"Over here! Ron, Hermione!" Harry waved vigorously, jumping out of his seat and running towards them.
Ron looked exotic in his strange outfit, Hermione's skin tanned, and they had big smiles on their faces.
Ron hammered Harry in the chest and grinned, "Hey Harry, did you really blow up your aunt?"
"I didn't mean to do that." Harry said, noticing that Hermione's parents were looking at him in a very peculiar way, and he subconsciously explained, "I lost control of, you know, the accidental magic burst ..."
But things seemed to get worse as he twisted his head to look at Professor Hap, who approached him and asked him for help with his eyes.
Ron also realized he had said something wrong, and Ginny kicked him through Percy.
Felix nodded at them as he looked over at Harry: "accidental magic is a result of extreme emotions, and I'm surprised you managed to retain an ounce of composure while you were out of control, to say the least."
He turned to face Hermione's parents: "Hello, I'm Felix Hap, Professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts, and I know a fair bit about the world of ordinary people."
Mrs. Granger looked at him with a smile, she heard her daughter mention this professor. Instead, Mr. Granger looked at him with a surprised look, "I've seen you before, before much earlier. A strange client, huh? I didn't realize you were a professor at the school ... is just too young."
Felix passed over the subject with a remark, "Yeah, the wizarding world doesn't care about that."
Hermione greeted in a small voice: "Hello, Professor Hap."
Felix nodded at her, "Hello, Miss Granger." He turned to Arthur Weasley, "Mr. Weasley, we should have exchanged letters before."
Arthur Weasley slapped his forehead, "That's right, I asked you some questions about Muggle technology ... Ah, Molly, come on, it's just simple research."
Mrs. Weasley glared at her husband and said enthusiastically to Felix, "Professor Hap, thank you for Ron's Christmas present, it is a bit pricey, to be honest ... but little Ronnie is loving his new wand."
"Mom!" Ron said with some annoyance that she always called him by his nickname, regardless of the occasion.
But Mrs. Weasley ignored him, "Ron kind of adores you, and he took your class this year, and of course-" she looked at Harry and Hermione, who nodded in sync, "and these two little ones, both naughty kids, who don't let anyone worry about them."
She rambled: "We got the news from Dumbledore very early, Arthur and I got giddy, trembling, but we didn't dare to write a Howler for fear of affecting Ginny, after all, it's dark magic ..." she said vaguely through it, "also about the chamber, her brothers have shown her a bad example."
"Mom, this didn't involve us!"
"Yeah, we didn't get into any trouble this summer."
The twins next to her desperately cried foul, as Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips and looked at them with a stern expression. "And you guys, don't think I don't know what you've been studying ..."
Percy stepped forward, puffing out his chest with a shiny silver badge - the symbol of the perfect- "Mum, Ginny has me as her brother, who is a good role model."
With a sour look on their faces, the twins lowered their heads and muttered.
'Perfect, right?'
'How about Big Head Boy instead?'
The two quickly showed heartfelt smiles.
Felix watched the extended family's interaction with interest and waited for them to stop before he said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, I know them all fairly well ..."
The hunchbacked old Tom came over, his mouth filled with teeth, "A few guests, looks like you need a big table?"
He moved his fingers and the three tables in the bar were put together, and a dozen small round stools landed next to the table.
"And then, do you need something to eat?"
"Don't need to think about me, Tom." Felix said, "I'll leave now."
He gave a small nod toward the crowd, "Excuse me." Turning to greet Dobby, "Let's go, I need to get you a new outfit."
Dobby excused himself toward Harry and bounced after him as he waved goodbye and followed Felix.
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Chapter 179 Ouroboros
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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Passing through the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron Bar, they went directly to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions on the north side of Diagon Alley.
According to Professor Flitwick, while this store sells school uniforms, robes, and travel cloaks, Madame Malkin will be happy to make you a custom outfit if you're willing to chip some money in.
Madame Malkin is a short, chubby witch with a big smile and wearing a dark purple robe, "Welcome, would you like to buy a robe or a ball gown that exudes glamour, sir?" She held a tape measure and wand in her hand.
Felix pointed to Dobby, "Not for me, ma'am, for him."
Madame Malkin's eyes fell on Dobby, and she said with difficulty, "Oh, uh ..."
"Ma'am, I was referred to you by Professor Filius Flitwick, who had nothing but praise for your handiwork."
"It is my pleasure as well."
Under Felix's verbal and monetary onslaught, Madame Malkin made a small suit on the spot, which made Dobby look fresh and brandish, like an English butler.
"Sir, you are so kind to your house-elf, but I don't know if I should remind you that clothes ..."
"Ma'am, Dobby is my friend, and he is free."
All along the way, Dobby kept saying thank you to Felix in different ways, then Felix told him it is a uniform and a required dress code, which made him relent.
Felix led him to the dilapidated L.C.A. comic book publisher building and knocked on Andys's door.
The room seemed to have gathered some of its smells again after ten days of absence, but the Andys looked in much better spirits, and at least he had changed into a clean shirt.
He pulled Felix into the room, then pulled out a stack of original manuscripts, and said with a heavy nasal voice: "I redrew part of the book, adding unique magic, see how it is?"
Felix looked carefully, each page of the comic strip is divided into five to ten grids, opening a page, the characters in that grid will begin to move in a fixed order when the plot of the first grid ends, only then the second began to play, the time precisely nailed.
It can be said that a page of comic books is an episode of the same film.
"The magic on it is interesting," Felix said.
If he added everything in one page from the left to the right side of the book, is it possible to show the contents of all the frames of the two pages in one sequence, would it achieve the effect of a film?
He expressed this idea to Andys.
"Huh?"
Andys thought about it in his head, "It seems doable?" He said in an unsure tone.
"It's not like I know your publisher's magic, unless ..."
"That's an untold secret," Andys said in a rush.
"Well," Felix smacked his lips as he looked at the drawing in his hand and kept rubbing its surface, "then, using your professional eye, is the idea I just described feasible?"
Andys did not answer, this time he took longer to think, and as a result, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became and kept circling around the room.
"It's absolutely feasible! It's a new breakthrough in the wizarding world, oh my gosh, we'll be a hit!"
"If you were to improve it, how long do you think it would take?"
"It's hard to say, it's a new technique, it will definitely take time, I already have two ideas, it's not like I haven't done anything over the years, the research of my grandfather could also help. But the magic has changed, and the entire process has to be adjusted, including rearranging the selection of the most appropriate medium and pigments for the comic book. It takes both time and--" Andys paused awkwardly.
"And it takes more money?"
"... Yeah."
Felix calculated, "I can offer you almost twenty thousand Gold-Galleon, but what can I get?"
Andys struggled for a moment, he hesitated, this is a key decision, maybe L.C.A. comic books will be reborn in his hands.
But he made many wrong calls over a decade before, what about this one?
"You're Felix Hap?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Felix gave him a look that said, "What do you mean? I've introduced myself". Dobby the elf did proudly come forward and said, "Yes, this is the great Mr. Felix Hap!"
Andys glanced at Dobby, not paying much attention, he looked at Felix and said slowly: "I have asked people to inquire during this time, they said you have a lot of connections and power."
"Let's be frank, Andys, don't beat around the bush."
"Five thousand Galleons! If you can help me handle the Ministry of Magic, I'm willing to convert this money into an investment for 20% of the publisher, no! 30% of the shares."
" Dealing with the Ministry of Magic?"
"I want the book to get an official recommendation and be placed in bookshops in other countries. It will save a lot of time." Andys said.
"What's the trouble?"
"Something to do with some pure-blood families who might not like the book." Andys stammered.
"But none of my previously published books had any impact?" Felix inquired curiously.
"It's different from publisher to publisher, and I have a previous record, plus the subject of your book ..." he hinted, and Felix understood, so your previously published works offended some people, didn't they?
"I need to see those controversial sketches of yours first." Felix didn't rush to agree.
If this person Andys had problems, he would decisively refuse.
Half a minute later, Felix looked up from a manuscript of books, he had only obtained the sales data of L.C.A. publishers before but hadn't read all of them.
It is clear that the Andys has really worked hard to revive the publisher over the years, the theme is diverse, but there is a book with a villain who is from a pure-blood family, although there is no specific reference to which family it is, it is clear that it incurred some discontent.
Although in his opinion, this is a normal creation.
"Tsk!"
Felix thought for a moment, he needed to pay 5,000 galleons, as well as finite time and energy to solve the possible trouble; and the gain will be the acquisition of 30% of shares from the other side.
He also regarded the development of the new technology favourably and had confidence in L.C.A.
"OK, but I want all your spell data."
Andys froze for a moment, "Sure, that's your well-deserved right, as long as you do not casually reveal it."
Felix nodded, then he had no problem.
Money is a minor thing, this kind of unique magic is what he values. But in the future, he would at least get a portion of the stable income, saving him from going to the black market and mugging people.
This is different from the 50% share the twins were talking about, and he had no intention of asking for that money in the first place.
Andys said to him, "Let's sign a magic contract, for mutual assurance."
Felix had no reason to refuse, and he took out a piece of parchment, and a string of golden words appeared on it, containing the obligations that both parties should fulfil and the powers they enjoyed. The two men then each left their names and blood.
As the three watched, golden flames burned the parchment to ashes, but the writing on it glistened and condensed in midair.
Soon, the golden words melted and condensed into two small glowing balls. Felix and Andys each had one.
This contract belongs to the most common "witness contract", not mandatory binding, but protected by the Ministry of Magic. If there is a problem, just take the ball to the Ministry of Magic to complain, the Ministry of Magic will step in to solve the problem.
With the contract ball in his hand, Andys breathed a sigh of relief.
He could say that he had bet part of his future, but he is now full of anticipation because one of his friends said mysteriously: "Working with that gentleman, you will never have to worry about losing out. He's a high-spirited Slytherin, not unlike those greedy pureblood rubbish."
Felix looked at the elf, "Dobby, I need you to come in at least once a day to ask about progress or troubles, and to negotiate with the purebloods on my behalf if necessary." He tapped his wand on the elf's chest, and an ancient symbol in the shape of figure 8 appeared.
The pattern is static, but when you look over it, it swims swiftly, its emerald green snake eyes shining.
This is the symbol that Felix printed on his clothes when he was in fifth grade, and many pureblood families remember it, but it is not used much now.
"Dobby, I'm afraid, Dobby can't ..." the elf said in awe.
"You had the job of delivering letters when you were at the Malfoy, didn't you?"
"But, but Dobby just delivers letters, and serves almost the same role as an owl."
"Then try it, and come to me if you have a problem you can't solve," Felix said in a calm tone, "I'd also like to know who will bother me."
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Chapter 180 Phineas Black's Commission
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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When Felix walked out of the L.C.A. building, it was already noon, and when he dropped by Little Red Books, to his surprise, his "Muggle World 'Magic'" sample book is completed.
'How efficient, no need for me to concern with it at all.'
This book, as a formal science book, is in line with his first two muggle research books, and it is expected to become a series.
At least that's what the elegant violet dress lady said to him.
Felix also made sure to ask about things he didn't particularly concern about before, such as how his books sold out in Britain and around the world.
And from her answer, Felix realized that there were two ways to distribute the book around the world. One is to obtain the recommendation of the Ministry of Magic in the home country, but this way, in addition to the finite places, it would be resisted by some nations because it is an official act; the other way is to become a member of the International Federation of Wizard Publishers.
The International Federation of Wizard Publishers, a relatively loose international organization of wizards, whose members are top publishers from different countries, holds a gathering every March and September to screen out some valuable books.
These lucky books would be brought to different countries to be sold in the magic bookshops.
And Felix unknowingly enjoyed this benefit. For this, he once again expressed his gratitude.
"Your books are good enough, Mr. Hap. For us, it's a win-win situation."
...
Felix returned to the school, and a number of professors also returned. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick decorated the great hall, and they were in a very happy mood, with Professor McGonagall even humming a little tune.
The tall, burly Hagrid walked in carrying two three-meter-long ocean pine trees, and Flitwick gracefully waved his wand to make them stand in a corner of the great hall and draped them with coloured paper ribbons.
"Felix," Hagrid greeted gruffly.
"Hagrid, how's the lesson preparation going?" Felix asked.
Hagrid said cheerfully, "It went pretty well, I went to the library and checked out a lot of information. I purposely looked through the new books on the market, and I dare say that the material I chose is absolutely interesting."
"I remember that the textbook for this course has always been Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them, right?"
"Ah, that's the upper grades textbook, I have a new one for the first three grades to try ... you told me, innovation needs to find a beta test, and then expand to the whole group when it's successful."
"I'm looking forward to it, Hagrid."
Tomorrow is opening day, and the professors gather at a square table for dinner that evening. Even Professor Trelawney, whose whereabouts were obscure, arrived draped in a sarong.
She whispered to a house-elf, "Get me some sherry, dear."
The elf stammered, "Yes, yes, ma'am."
She disappeared, and a short while later she stumbled out holding a large bottle of wine, "I'm sorry, no small bottles were available, only this type."
"Ha!" Trelawney's eyes lit up, "That's okay, this is good too, perfect."
"Want some?" She looked to Felix and shook the bottle, the liquor kept bobbing around.
"No, thanks." Felix politely declined.
Trelawney poured herself a glass of wine, and Professor Burbage next to her also drank a small glass.
Dumbledore appeared in front of him for the first time since they had met in France, and he seemed to be in a good mood, grinning as he accepted a plate of tea-colored pastries handed to him by Flitwick, which Felix thought maybe because he had just got rid of a tiresome errand.
At the end of dinner, he called out Felix.
"Wait, Felix. Nicolas has some books that he asked me to bring to you." Dumbledore said with a wink.
So the two went to the Headmaster's office and Dumbledore said in a light tone, "Just a moment, I left them on the bedside in my bedroom. During your absence, I read part of it every day."
Felix nodded and watched as he walked up the Grand Staircase and disappeared into the first floor to his office space.
"Dumbledore's bedroom, I wonder what it might look like?" He thought with some curiosity.
The Headmaster's office hasn't changed much. The spacious circular room is filled with all sorts of trinkets: the rhythmic breathing of Phoenix Fawkes on his gilded perch, the trivial sound of silverware swirling on the slender-legged table, and the grunting from the portraits of past Headmaster's on the wall.
Felix's gaze fixed on the Sorting Hat lying peacefully on the compartment, hesitant to pick it up and study it.
"Hey, Slytherin boy!" An uncomfortable voice spoke.
Felix turned his head to look over, it belonged to a portrait on the wall, and at the bottom of the portrait, there is a small line written in hot gold fancy letters -
'Phineas Nigellus Black, term 1847 to 1925, graduated from Slytherin House.'
Felix asked, "Headmaster Black, are you calling me?"
The man in the portrait grunted, "Or else, is there any other living person in this room?" With his goatee sticking up, and his eyebrows thinned, he looked very unpleasant.
At the moment, he reached out to poke at the frame, "Come closer, I have something to say to you," Seeing Felix unmoved at the spot, his tone became urgent: "It's beneficial to you!"
Felix's heart is filled with doubts, Even if there's a benefit, and it is not his turn, anyway he still walked to the portrait of Headmaster Black.
The grunts in the other portraits disappeared, and they either graciously opened their eyes to stare, or half-squinted, watching the interaction between them closely.
But Headmaster Black didn't say anything, or perhaps even if he is displeased he couldn't do anything about it. So he said as quietly as he could, "Have you ever heard of the name Sirius Black?"
"Yeah, he's a celebrity now, escaped from Azkaban three weeks ago," Felix said.
Headmaster Black choked for a moment, he said with some shame, "That's a descendant of the noble Black family, my great-grandson!"
"Oh."
"What do you mean, you wicked kid!" Headmaster Black yelled in a small voice, but then he said slyly, "We're all Slytherin, son, and I know what you are thinking ..."
"Listen, the Black family has a long history and a rich collection of books hidden in the old mansion, not something those rags at Hogwarts can compare to, want some? Do one thing for me."
"What is it?"
"Bring him to me, not this me, but another portrait, remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."
Felix is very interested in the Black family's collection, but he tested the water cautiously, "Don't tell me that the old mansion of one of the 28 pureblood families has no defences."
"Listen to me, don't interrupt me, time is limited! You'll find it, I'm sure you can do it, but you'll need something that is unique to the noble House of Black ... Oh, Dumbledore! When did you get back?"
Felix turned back, and Dumbledore had appeared at the First-floor railing, standing expressionless with two books in his arms.
"Very early, at the time, you acknowledged Sirius Black as your great-grandson." Dumbledore walked down the steps, he walked against the light, so that his eyes could not be seen, only his powerful voice could be heard: "Phineas, the ... man whom you discussed has committed an unforgivable crime."
The portrait of Headmaster Black shouted, "Dumbledore, he is the last descendant of the Black family!"
But Dumbledore also raised the volume: "... betrayed his best friend, he also killed thirteen people, one of which was also his best friend who he spent ten years with. Do you know how he ended up, Phineas? The crew at the scene could only find one of Peter's fingers and bloodstained pieces of clothing."
The old man walked towards the portrait and said in an icy tone, his every wrinkle holding anger. "And now he has broken out of prison, under the fantasy of helping his old master get his power back, would not hesitate to kill his godson as godfather!"
There is silence in the Headmaster's office.
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