Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)

The next morning, heavy rain poured down, lightning streaked across the dark sky from time to time.

Felix stood in front of the window, watching layers of curtain-like rainfall heavily, blurring the forbidden forest in the distance. His right hand held a palm-sized colorless transparent spherical vortex, in which a shrunken dementor lightly spun.

After a while, the vortex gradually dissipated as he returned to his room, and his hand glowed slightly with silver light, and he directly grabbed the dementor.

Fiddle with it for a while, then he stuffed it into the ring smoothly.

…

In the classroom, the mood of the young wizards is clearly affected by the weather and their mood is a bit low, especially when Felix asked them to submit their assignments. He watched from the window as a group of students lined up for herbology class in front of the greenhouse in the pouring rain, and one unlucky student fell into the muddy water, but the mud immediately got washed away by the rain.

“Okay, class,” Felix looked at the fourth graders off the stage, “I’ve put together the 227 ancient runes you need to master this school year in a sentence, so your next task is obvious- ”

“I need you to memorize these seventeen sentences.”

Felix said uncertainly, “It shouldn’t be hard, at least it’s easy to me. We’ll start with the first sentence and go over all the things we’ve learned …”

At lunch, Felix heard quite a few titbits while eating in the great hall.

The Quidditch finals were only just a few days away, this Saturday, the day he and Sirius had made an appointment. The two favourites to win the title, Slytherin and Gryffindor, were also on each other necks, and in addition to seeing Wood boast loudly about the superior performance of the firebolt, it was not uncommon to see a young girl standing on a large snake and strutting by, as the young wizards passing by saluted her.

Within days, however, several senior Ravenclaw students “accidentally” passed through the open area with seven-foot-long eagles in tow, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Hufflepuff’s young wizards kept a low profile, which may have something to do with their early exit from this year’s trophy race – they lost a key game against a Ravenclaw team.

However, this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the young badgers, and within two days of their loss, their captain led their support for the Ravenclaw team, declaring them as strong contenders for the title as they were in excellent form.

In addition, Harry’s Patronus, Felix burning dementors, and the Minister of Magic Fudge leaving the school in distress news spread wildly. Any one of them will cause a minutes-long discussion, and Felix saw a Hufflepuff student forget to eat while arguing with his peers about whether Fudge would resign, so he had to rush off to Potions class with two pies.

‘Severus’s nose is very good if he finds …’ Felix shook his head and secretly took note of the student’s looks, ready to see if he would be detained.

That afternoon, Dumbledore brought back Sirius’s certificate of innocence, “the wanted notice has been withdrawn, but I guess the Ministry of Magic will not make a big deal of their mistakes, Hokey’s case was also accepted by Wizengamot, in addition, there is Buckbeak’s verdict ruling.”

Felix glanced at the verdict at the bottom of the official document, “Accidental injury, fined five hundred galleons.” He smiled slightly, “This time the Ministry of Magic is very efficient before it was dragged out for a long time.”

Dumbledore winked, “I told Fudge that you are defending Hagrid … and he let it go immediately.”

But he then said in a quiet voice: “With what I know about Fudge, this is only a temporary compromise, I do not want you to take him lightly because of the clumsy behaviour he has shown in the past two days, his advantage is not in strength.”

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded his head seriously. What happened yesterday, in the end, was because he had shown great strength and had a reason, Fudge was unable to satisfy left and right, so he quickly compromised.

But if you really think he is scared by your own strength, from then on you will do everything to oppress the other side with strength, and then it is easy to cause resentment and trouble.

If Fudge is truly cornered, won’t he directly break the net and dispatch all the Aurors and hit wizards regardless of the consequences, will he announce Felix as a dark lord who’s going to slaughter the wizarding world? This kind of thing won’t happen now, as Dumbledore would be the first to deny it.

So now Fudge showed his goodwill, Felix also has to appreciate it, although he is not too comfortable with it.

If yesterday had any effect on him, it made him more eager to make some changes, not about changing himself, but about changing everything he saw in front of him. He felt like a painter who saw a stain on the paper and had the urge to make the stain into a more gorgeous picture.

In the evening, on the table, there is an unfinished letter, the very beginning of which reads as follows –

‘Dear Andys, regarding your previous suggestion, I have solemnly considered it and thought it’s appropriate to take a more active part in it, and I am going to establish a company-‘

The letter came to an abrupt end here, the ink traces had long since dried, even became faint from the humid air outside, enough to see how long Felix had been thinking about it.

“Or let’s wait and think it over …”

Felix crumpled the parchment into a ball and flicked it out, the parchment turned into a flaming bird and rushed out the window, turning into wisps of ash.

“I think when you thought of it, you can just do it, any way you can just let someone else to handle it for you.” A voice said.

Felix looked up at a portrait on the wall, the originally blank frame had an additional image of a young man with black hair and blue pupils, wearing a dragon skin cloak, none other than Felix himself.

It is the portrait that hung in St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, he said grumblingly, “That dean hung me next to a medieval talkative wizard who would observe the flaws in everybody’s face that passed by and try to give advice, I have smacked him three times, but alas, obsession is written all over his brain – not right – he just doesn’t have a brain …”

Felix looked at his portrait, and a strange sense of absurdity welled up in his heart: “I think you’re quite talkative now.”

“Hold it in too hard …” The person in the portrait spread his hands at him, “Hey, listen, I found out an interesting fact.”

“What is it?”

“I can sneak into Dumbledore’s office. Remember the day you cured the Longbottoms? Dumbledore said he had been given notice by Dilys Derwent, so I approached her, and she let me borrow her … portrait after a couple of soft talks, so I went to the Headmaster’s office and talked to previous Headmasters and of course with Dumbledore as well.”

“What did you and Dumbledore talk about?”

“Don’t worry, my mouth is very tight, and you didn’t share the most crucial secret with me.” The man in the portrait rolled his eyes, and Felix somewhat regretted making his portrait this lively.

“… He asked me if I liked sweets and said I could suggest you to draw me a candy house, it’s interesting, how did you forget to draw the food in the first place? Even a bunch of grapes would be good …”

Felix: “… shut up already.”

The portrait made a zipper action with a smile, and he looked much more cheerful than Felix in person, “I still advise you to do what you want to do, don’t think too much.” then he disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank frame, looked at it for a while, then spread out a piece of parchment, thoughtfully wrote down a job advertisement, then rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to take some time to send it to the Daily Prophet.

The next two days were uneventful until Saturday morning. When Felix got ready and went to 12 Grimmauld Place through the fireplace.

Sirius, who had been waiting for a long time, walked anxiously back and forth through the room, and his eyes lit up when he saw Felix.

“You’re here at last!”

“Here’s your proof of innocence, take it.” Felix handed him the official document from the Ministry of Magic.

Sirius took a look at it, lost interest, and casually threw it on the couch, “I’ll call Kreacher, Kreacher!”

A house-elf suddenly appeared in front of the two.

“Is he going too?” Felix asked in surprise.

“He insisted–” Sirius shrugged.

Kreacher puffed out his chest proudly, “No one knows that place better than I do.”

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