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

After the students left, Felix sat alone in his armchair and fell into deep thought. Several pieces of parchment floated in front of him, and lines of letters appeared sequentially, as if an invisible quill writing words on them.

The dense white fog was dispersed as if illuminated by daylight, with an unobstructed platform, the Competition Arena resembling a Wizard’s Dueling Championship Arena with ring-shaped enclosures, and mazes disappeared as if they had never existed.

The place turned into a dazzling white room, the floor and walls were as smooth as mirrors, and there is nothing to be found around.

The memory entities of professors appeared, they looked like real human beings, but ultimately they were just a memory. All their emotions and ties reside in the past, and the ‘here and now’ would not bother them.

“It’s still too cold here.” Young Albus Dumbledore said, as he conjured up a sculptured bench for himself and sat down: “I like the lively atmosphere better.”

Felix smiled as he removed the hand resting on his chin and gathered several sheets of parchment together, “Then persuade your ‘self’, I can see Headmaster has some ideas, which is what I am hoping for, perhaps he is the only one who can convince Mr. Scamander.”

“If it’s about magical creatures, it’s not that difficult … Newt is a very kind man, unless,” the young Albus Dumbledore looked at him playfully, his reddish-brown hair slightly curled, “you want much MORE.”

“That’s right,” Felix admitted, “I want him to leave a part of his memory, after all, the knowledge that he was able to write down in books is only a very small part of his precious mind.”

The young Felix Hap scowled, “Talking in such a roundabout way.” He hit the nail on the head, “The practical knowledge can help the student, but some irrelevant ones can help him.”

Professors in the room erupted with laughter.

The young Minerva McGonagall didn’t laugh, as she looked at them with bright eyes and grunted under her breath, “Gentlemen, we should get to work.”

“That’s right,” said young Flitwick, turning his legs into a cloud of mist as he floated in midair, looking like a Genie of the Magic Lamp from a certain Muggle Fairytale, “Today, Let’s just test our skills and limitations, I have a lot of interesting scenarios in my head, like the goblin tribe. ”

The young Albus Dumbledore shook his head, “My school memories are a bit boring, I think. But I did use the holiday to visit some interesting people, some of whom I still maintain correspondence with. I also spent a considerable amount of time observing giants, centaurs, and troll tribes in order to write my thesis …”

The young Felix Hap grunted in a small voice: “Compared to them, I’m like a blank sheet of paper.” He glanced at his original self, “How about a worldwide black markets trade fair where students can practice disguises to infiltrate and detect people with ulterior motives? I’ll need your help, though.”

Felix said, somewhat sullenly, “What black market? That’s just part of the foreign magical world’s customs, I was just curious for a moment …”

But his words were ignored, as each professor went to work on their separate tasks.

High mountains, gullies, caves, taverns … goblins, giants, centaurs, gargoyles … various kinds of sights were layered with each other, even though they had appeared for only a few minutes, they had already been remembered by this space, and could be called up at will by them when necessary as administrators.

…

Harry got busy these days, so he politely declined an invitation from Gryffindor’s ghost, Nearly Headless Nick. Later He learned that they hosted a party and invited all the ghosts, but midway through the party, Peeves appeared and stole a certain precious Exhibit.

Hermione is also very busy, she seems to be living in the library. Except in Classroom Seven and other classrooms, you can’t find her anywhere else. From her roommate’s gossip, she hadn’t gone to the kitchen to chat with the house-elf for days. Even during the occasional glimpse in the common room, she hid herself behind a large, thick stack of books, and all he could see was just the top of her brown head.

As soon as class was over, she would pull out little slips of notes from her pockets, from her book bag, from the pages of the textbooks, and would ask each and every professor various questions one by one.

He also wanted to ask questions, but the point is, he didn’t know what to ask. So He grabbed one of Hermione’s borrowed books to read, and later he became drowsy in the second paragraph. Then both he and Ron wandered aimlessly through the restricted section of the library, glancing at the knowledge that did not fit them. The only books he could focus on were those with the words “Duel”, “Power”, and “Spell Book” on their title, and Ron was also only interested in a book of curses that bounded with chains. On the cover of the book, there’s a male wizard howling in pain as he tried to push his head out of the book.

But Harry thinks Ron simply thought the cover is cool, or probably because the howling wizard’s pointy chin and light-colored hair kind of resembled Malfoy, which might have piqued his interest, because Ron soon lost his interest in it.

…

Felix noticed that Hogwarts Faculty meetings had become more frequent this year. Sometimes just as he finished a class or was answering a question from one of the students, Professor McGonagall’s Cat Patronus would suddenly jump in front of him, bringing a message from Professor McGonagall.

“Ilvermorny’s delegation is coming.”

He and the rest of the professors sat in the faculty common room, bathed in the glow of the bright, soft glow of the Magic Lamp, as they listened to Professor McGonagall speaking. Dumbledore crossed his arms and leaned his body against the back of his seat, a faint smile drifted at the corners of his lips with an expression of confidence.

But Felix reckoned that he was thinking about something else. As he also knew this skill, as he had deliberately mastered it.

Nevertheless, he paid more attention to Professor McGonagall’s speech, as Professor Sprout already asked what confused him most: “So early? Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will not arrive until two weeks from now.”

Professor McGonagall explained, “Ilvermorny’s delegation wanted to come early to familiarize themselves with the environment and to understand Hogwarts … This concerns everyone here, as Dumbledore approved Ilvermorny’s request of allowing their students the opportunity to attend sixth and seventh-year courses.”

The professors looked at Dumbledore, who smiled slightly and nodded, as his beard fluttered.

Trelawney, who seemed lost and confused, looked up and said pointedly, “I won’t accept just any student, I want students with enough spirituality, Dumbledore. I am making it clear in advance that if they don’t have enough spirituality – they aren’t going to learn any more than a troll.”

Snape got choked up, he just wanted to speak, but Trelawney jumped ahead of him. He could only go along with her words as he said coldly, “That’s what I thought, Headmaster. Some students can be accepted, if they showed enough talent in the field of potions, otherwise, I will be forced to place them in lower grades, like fifth and fourth grades …”

Professor McGonagall looked at them hesitantly. Dumbledore smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Severus, as far as I know, Ilvermorny also has Potions classes, or rather, the founders of Ilvermorny were heavily influenced by Hogwarts, so in terms of similarity of curriculum, they are more closely connected with us than any other schools.”

“Ilvermorny also has four houses – the Horned Serpent, the Wampus, the Thunderbird, and the Pukwudgie, of course, not the Pukwudgie that we remember cooped up in the garden, this interesting error comes from the difference in translation, they are actually native to North America and related to the goblins on the European side. According to my speculation, it may be a distant branch of goblins that have lost their distinctive culture and hidden themselves in the dense forests, though they did learn to use bow and arrows quenched with poison.”

“These four houses, each represents the wizard’s mind, body, heart, and soul – A unique perspective of division, which allows Ilvermorny’s students to show noticeable cross-House traits from our view, such as the Horned Serpent House, is a combination of parts of Ravenclaw and Slytherin traits.”

” The differences in this similarity, and the clash of ideas they bring, are the most valuable things.”

“They may want to understand us by peeking into our lives, but it is a mutual understanding, so we should welcome them.” Dumbledore addressed the professors.

After the meeting, Professor Pomona Sprout approached Felix.

She is a professor of Herbology class at Hogwarts and also the head of Hufflepuff House. She is optimistic and compassionate by nature, and also has a deep knowledge of magical herbs and plants.

“Do you also want to leave your memory and need my help with that?” Felix asked with interest, “Of course, no problem.”

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