A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 590: Each One’s Challenges and Gains - (1)

"I don't recall sending an invitation; the activities of the Wizarding Club were suspended because—" Felix looked at them. Luna nodded, saying, "Participation in the trial." "Yes, that's the reason," he said.

"I saw a photo in the newspaper—Professor Dumbledore, Miss Bones, and you." Luna said excitedly, "Dad mentioned in 'The Quibbler' that you three are the most influential in the magical world."

"I also saw that article, quite interesting." Felix said with a stern face, "Especially the part where they imagined us teaming up against the magical world."

He turned to look at the others—they glanced at each other, eyes avoiding, words hanging unspoken.

"Alright, come over here." He conjured a few soft chairs with magic, and at that moment, Fred and George on the desk stopped, running out of the range of the spell, standing at the edge of the desk, eagerly waving their arms. "Hey, someone come—We can't get down ourselves!"

"Let me!" Ron exclaimed, seeming afraid of others snatching the opportunity. After speaking, he looked at Felix, "Um—may I?"

Before Felix could fully nod, he dashed to the desk, bending down to look at his two brothers, teasingly saying, "Look what I found, a wingless fairy? I've never seen a fairy with such a robust physique…"

"Come on, you rascals." He extended his hand with a radiant smile.

Fred and George involuntarily stepped back, not holding the upper hand. But compromise wasn't an option, Fred tilted his head, scrutinizing Ron's face, "From this angle, your face looks like a disaster area, all pockmarked—"

"That's freckles! Both of you have them too!" Ron said irritably, grabbing his two brothers, shaking them in his grip, "I haven't settled scores with you two yet, that punching telescope—"

He warned them with a glare, leading them to the sofa in the office, throwing them onto the cushions, then sat down. Fred and George screamed, dodging Ron's slow descent onto the sofa. Finally, they leaned against the sofa armrest, patting their chests with lingering fear.

"So close, almost murdered by our own brother—"

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"By being squashed to death by his bum, honestly, I wouldn't have died content."

Harry glanced at the two; they seemed to be having a great time.

"So—" Felix, having observed the family dynamics, held a keen interest, the others restraining their laughter, then he seated himself on a single couch and asked, "What's the coincidence that brought you all together? Potter?"

"Uh, Professor, Colin saw—saw—" Harry hesitated, staring at Felix's pocket, then at the twins still playing around on the table, unsure of how to describe it.

Should he mention Colin Creevey seeing the professor hopping upstairs while pushing Fred, who was peeking out of his pocket, back in? That would sound too bizarre.

"I understand what you're trying to say. Is this the purpose for the three of you?" Felix looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all three nodding in unison. Felix turned to the others. They chimed in eagerly.

"I have some study-related questions," Cedric said, pulling out a notebook from his pocket, "I've been attempting to imitate the Wizarding pamphlet, writing something similar, but it always feels a bit unclear."

"Autumn came along with me." He gestured towards the quiet figure sitting beside him, Autumn Zhang.

Felix nodded approvingly, then shifted his gaze slightly.

"I don't have much to do, just happened to drop by." Draco drawled slowly.

"I do need your help with something, some questions about courses…" Felix vaguely said, "Stay back later."

Draco hesitated and nodded.

It was the turn of the Greengrass sisters; Daphne hesitated while her sister pointed openly at Draco, "We came with him; he's been acting aloof and mysterious lately, no idea what he's up to."

Draco shot her a fierce glare.

This caught Harry's attention; he stared at Draco's face, attempting to discern something. He thought about the recent uproar about the 'Malfoy heir turning against Death Eaters' and speculated that Malfoy might be under considerable pressure due to the rumors.

There remained Neville, Luna, and Ginny. Felix turned to Neville.

"I, um," Neville nervously opened his mouth, seemingly uncomfortable with so many people around him, making Felix think he was about to broach a difficult topic. So, he tentatively said, "We could talk in private—"

"N-No need," Neville said, "I wanted to ask about—about Potions."

"Potions?" Felix asked, surprised.

Even the others looked at Neville strangely, increasing the flush on his face. He swallowed and continued, "During the holidays, the school sent out brochures about various professions, and I saw on the Auror's advertisement that applicants need at least five N.E.W.Ts certificates, each subject's grade must be at least 'Acceptable'—"

Harry and Ron gasped softly. They had their sights set on becoming Aurors, but they had assumed they'd discuss it when school started, listen to Professor McGonagall's advice.

"—and there's a series of rigorous personality and intelligence tests prepared by the Auror Office."

Once Neville finished, Harry and Ron's faces turned pale, almost matching Draco's.

"Oh, I understand." Felix smiled, "You're worried that applying for the Aurors requires a Potions certification, and you're unsure how to deal with it…" Neville nodded.

"It's not uncommon. Many students aspiring to be Aurors stumble at the Potions hurdle because Professor Snape's advanced class only accepts students who got 'Outstanding' in their O.W.Ls exams." Felix said, partly with a sense of lament.

"Need a Potions certification?" Harry asked bewilderedly.

"And it needs to be 'Outstanding'?" Ron exclaimed in despair.

Both of them were as pale as Draco at that moment—achieving an 'Outstanding' in Potions exam seemed like a fantasy to them.

Harry felt like his dream of becoming an Auror shattered along with his heart.

"To be an exceptional Auror, you must at least know how to brew antidotes, right?" Felix said, explaining the duo's problem, "Of course, the actual situation is much more complex."

He pondered and told Neville, "If it's simply about improving your grades, aiming for high scores," he looked uncertainly at Neville, who nodded vigorously. He smiled, "There's still a way; we'll talk about it later."

"Professor?" Harry asked eagerly, "Can we stay and listen together?"

"Yeah, Professor, Neville's thinking the same as us," Ron chimed in, "As long as we can get high grades."

"Professor Snape won't be pleased," Felix shook his head, seeming to have thought of something, looking quite pleased. "But he also has no reason to refuse a certain shortcut. Unless he wants to contradict himself…" He muttered the last part almost inaudibly.

Felix's gaze shifted between Luna and Ginny, finally landing on Ginny. He guessed wrong this time; Ginny pushed Luna with her hand. Luna

was staring intently at Fred and George. "Oh," Luna snapped out of it, "I have something to tell you." She said seriously.

"About what?" Felix asked.

"Have you read 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard'?" Luna said, her eyes suddenly becoming very bright, unlike her usual dreamy state, "There's a story about 'The Tale of the Three Brothers,' mentioning Death and his three—"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione cautiously exchanged glances.

"I know what you're going to say." Felix interrupted her, Luna blinked, a bit confused, but she didn't inquire further. Instead, she looked at him expectantly, which made Felix quite puzzled.

Trouble seemed to gather all at once; he didn't expect Luna to bring up this story. How did she know?

"The Elder Wand rumors were false, I think I've proven that." Felix said briefly. At the cost of several lives and openly fighting against Voldemort, all covert coveting had gone silent.

Of course, it didn't vanish immediately. During those idle months, Felix would take out the Marauder's Map, flipping through it, looking for those suspicious movements in exchange for bounties.

"I'm referring to another item," Luna spoke softly, "The Resurrection Stone."

Felix furrowed his brow.

"Miss Lovegood—"

"I conducted a divination session with Ferenze," Luna spoke rapidly while glancing at him, "He said the results indicated that something I desire seems close—close enough to brush past."

Felix fell silent for a moment. What thing? The Resurrection Stone? Was she saying the Stone was in the school?

It couldn't possibly be in a roommate's bag, could it?

And he guessed Ferenze's 'brush past' might not mean the same thing Luna interpreted…

"Alright." He said, "You've brought me quite a few surprises." He stood up, surveying the room. "There are a lot of questions; we'll tackle them one by one. Conveniently, I also need your help. Luna, come here first."

He and Luna walked to the other side of the office, discussing quietly.

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