Harry Potter: A Certain Hogwarts Professor Of Magic - Chapter 113

February 4, Saturday, 9:30 am.

Felix, fully dressed, stood in front of the fireplace, then his figure disappeared from the office amidst a puff of bright-green flames.

And when Felix exited the public fireplace, he already reached Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is the most famous wizarding commercial district in the British wizarding world, which contains many big-name stores, bars, offices, and large enterprises.

Gringotts, Broken Cauldron Bar, the main office of the Daily Prophet, and the Ollivander, Madam Malkin’s Robes, Flourish and Blotts Bookseller, and Apothecary, and many more associated with the little wizards, were all here.

However, Felix was just passing by. He patted the dust on his body with his bowler hat, and the next second, he appeared directly in a dark, and narrow alley using apparition.

When Felix came out of the alley, he was standing on what looked like a very desolate street, where there were only a few dilapidated-looking low-rise office buildings, a small saloon, and a dusty antique car.

He walked some distance to the red phone booth by the wall – it looked pretty lousy, tattered, red paint peeling off in large pieces, broken glass, a slightly sane person would not even bother to enter to explore it.

But Felix went inside, he picked up the phone hanging crookedly, dialled the number “62442”, and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, a cold woman’s voice echoed through the phone.

“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the reason for your visit.”

Felix said calmly, “Felix Hap, invited to the awarding ceremony of Damocles Belby.”

“Thank you,” a cold voice of the woman stated, “Guest, please take the badge and pin it to the front of your shirt.”

A square, silver badge slid out of the coin slot, which read, Felix Hap, temporarily admitted for a visit.

“Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you will be required to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall.”

Felix pinned his badge on his robe, and his thought at the moment is, is this woman even a real person?

But the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly descended into the ground. After about a minute, the phone booth stopped.

“The Ministry of Magic hopes you to have a great day.” The woman’s voice stated.

The door jerked open and Felix stepped out, a gleaming lobby before him.

He walked on the glossy dark floor with rows of plated fireplaces embedded in the walls on either side, which for the official members of the Ministry of Magic way of commuting.

Perhaps being a weekend, there weren’t many people, nevertheless, there were three to two wizards still busy. A pimply-faced young man with a wobbly stack of parchments in his arms passed by him.

Felix looked at his back, the one just now seemed to be an acquaintance of his?

He shook his head and walked past the fountain in the center of the foyer to a desk. Behind the desk sat a wizard in peacock blue robes and a poorly shaven beard.

Above his head, there is a sign that reads “Security Clearance”.

Felix tapped his finger on the table, “Good morning, sir, l am here to register my wand.” The wizard looked up and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

” Over here.” The wizard stated in a dull tone.

Felix approached him, and the male wizard raised a long gold rod, as thin as a car’s antenna, and he swept it across Felix’s front and back from top to bottom.

“A wand.” The security wizard muttered, extending his hand.

Felix flipped his wrist and flicked a wand out of his sleeve.

The male wizard froze, “I’ve seen quite a few Auror conceal their wands like that, you’re a newbie Auror?”

“I serve at Hogwarts,” Felix said briefly.

“Geez, that’s a good job …” The male wizard’s attitude warmed up quite a bit, “My name is Eric Munch, usually in charge of security, and occasionally doing guard duty.”

“Felix, you can call me that.”

Eric threw the wand at an oddly shaped, scales-like brass machine. The machine began to vibrate slightly.

The male wizard was in the middle of a conversation, “What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Kettleburn is retiring, is he still around? His class was so awful that when I was in school …”

“Mr. Munch,” Felix interrupted, “Professor Kettleburn is still teaching the young wizards, and I’m in charge of the ancient magic runes.”

As far as he knew, Professor Kettlebone is indeed retiring, but his replacement is readily available now- Rubeus Hagrid.

Dumbledore is actively attempting to pacify him and restore his reputation. But it seems to be going not so smoothly, because the murderer who opened the chamber has yet to be caught, Felix has planned to throw the diary out at the right time.

But this matter must be scheduled after speaking with Dobby. Otherwise, if something goes wrong in the middle, he is afraid that he will not be able to see that reckless elf.

In fact, the matter of restoring reputation and appointing as a professor, Dumbledore himself can solve it, he only needs to mention a sentence at a holiday dinner. But in order to allow Hagrid to use his wand openly, it is necessary to obtain the recognition of the Ministry of Magic.

And the Ministry of Magic has always been the representative of a tough figure to talk to.

“Tick tock!” A narrow piece of parchment flew out of the brass machine’s bottom opening, and Eric ripped the paper off and read the words on it.

“Thirteen inches, ebony, with a dragon heartstring core for the wand, ten years old. Is that correct?”

“Very accurate,” Felix said mildly.

“I’ll keep this one,” the wizard said, jabbing the strip of parchment onto a tiny brass staple. “You can have this back.” he grabbed the wand with one hand.

“Thanks.”

“Wait a minute,” Eric asked, his hand reaching halfway across the desk as he paused to take a good look at the badge on Felix’s chest.

He said slowly, “I remember you just mentioned that your name is Felix, Felix Hap? That … one who prompted the 8-7 dueling contract.”

The tip of Eric Munch’s nose flushed and his nostrils expanded excitedly as if he had seen something remarkable.

“Can you tell me, what were your thoughts at the time? I mean, they’re one of the 28 purebloods! Even though I can’t stand them myself – I’m mixed blood – there’s something about the fact that they’ve been around for hundreds of years. But it’s such a shame that one of them has now left Britain forever …” he chattered.

Felix calmly held out his hand, and the inky wand in the male wizard’s hand flew to his hand with a “whoosh”, “I’m in a hurry, we can talk again later.” He nodded at Eric Munch and turned to leave.

Felix took the elevator to the second floor, he followed the door sign all the way through the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, and the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects, and finally found the Wizengamot Headquarters.

On the left side of the office, there are two oak doors that opened inwards and look very heavy. On the door, there is a conspicuous sign – meeting room No. 3.

As Felix approached, from inside a very familiar, drawn-out voice spoke: “The taste of the magic potion is not important, my personal habit is to increase the amount of aconite ….”