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Chapter 243 The Christmas holiday is approaching

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

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Felix relieved to find that Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked serious.

Speaking of which, an idea popped into his mind, not quite clear, but definitely involving the crumbling Pensieve which he had studied throughout last night with no ideas on how to fix it.

Pensieve, memory magic, and a fighting room similar to a thinking room... what would it be if you combined them together?

An image flashed before Felix's eyes.

In the ancient runes class, the young wizards lined up to dive into the Pensieve's thought pool one by one, and the Constructed 'Felix' taught the lesson step by step, the students could even pause, rewind and speed up the process at any time, while they will receive an extra free time... ...

Or perhaps -

He could design an elaborate labyrinth with lots of terrains, a forbidden forest, a swamp ... location didn't matter, in any case, he could let the young wizard's team up in twos and threes and practice dueling in real scenarios with no fear of death.

The trio saw Professor Hap fall into a contemplative state and suddenly muttered half-heartedly, "Must prevent the little wizards from trolling the teacher, they can be too bearish and would definitely do it ..."

Hermione blinked, what is Professor talking about just now?

Felix decided to go back and ask Nicolas Flamel, in addition to him, he could not think of anyone else in the current generation of existing alchemists who could have possibly cracked the secret of the Pensieve.

It would be better to borrow Headmaster Dumbledore's Pensieve for the time being ...well ... he could swear that there is absolutely no intention of snooping into Dumbledore's memory.

'If his idea could be realized, I suppose this might become a magic item with more potential than a magic phone, and would alter the entire wizarding community deeply.' This thought flashed in his mind, and then quickly took root and grew up crazily.

Felix left in a hurry, and before he left, he asked Hermione to keep an eye on the progress of the Christmas Stay-In list, and the little witch nodded responsibly, having become very used to helping the professor with trivial things.

When he left, Harry mumbled, "Thanks - for staying with me, guys." Ron and Hermione both signed the option for staying in that form.

Ron said he didn't want to see Percy's face, "He's got three internship recommendations already, and I can just imagine what Christmas dinner will be like at home - Percy bragging about himself with a prefect badge on top of his big head, Dad giving him a glass of brandy, Mum will kiss his face swollen, and maybe I'll even get to see Penelope ..."

Hermione also thinks she has a lot of tasks to complete, " I have only read the third book of "Chadwick's Charms", and there is no time to spare."

But Harry's heart remained warm and fuzzy because he knew these were all excuses, "Let's go practice dueling." He said. Immediately, Ron's expression turned sour, while Harry and Hermione laughed as they dragged him out of the common room.

"Can I add an extra layer of mats? I mean, maybe more than one layer ..."

...

Nicolas Flamel seemed to be occupied with something else, and through the mouth of the 'young Nicolas Flamel' in the photo, he told Felix that he would send Dumbledore to bring over some of his past research materials.

Felix originally wanted to propose a visit during the Christmas holiday to Nicolas Flamel, but since Nicolas is busy with other things, he can only dismiss the idea. But Christmas gifts still need to be sent, Felix completed a miraculous sneakoscope with amazing enough features, so he will let Dumbledore bring it along.

He believed that Nicolas Flamel will definitely be 'overjoyed' with his Christmas gift.

In addition to Nicolas Flamel, he also prepared a long list of names who he needed to send Christmas gifts, which included both Hogwarts professors and students, as well as some wizard pen pals he knew, and of course, avid fans of the book.

Since Felix's war of words in the Daily Prophet, his identity as a Hogwarts professor became well-known among the public, so it is logical that the fans sent their letters here.

As a result of this, there were a lot of weird letters, including some bold and steamy displays of affection, and Felix couldn't help but scratch his head, because he had never done a book signing, nor had he ever shown his face. What if I'm a sloppy uncle? He put himself in Andys' shoes and got a nasty chill in his heart.

To his amazement, these fan letters included many little wizards who are not old enough to go to school, and they are all loyal readers of " The Strange Adventures of Mick the Wizard", and the letters were sent directly to L.C.A. Comic Publisher and brought to him one day by Dobby the elf.

At that time, he felt a burst of heat in a copper coin, and then several house elves carrying huge packages appeared in his office. Except for Dobby, the other elves were all dressed in a tattered and ragged dress.

After opening the package, it contained a variety of letters and gifts, in order to address the return letter, it took him a good half-day of effort.

And for the five house-elves that Dobby brought over, Felix also carefully checked them one by one, to confirm that they are truly masterless elves, then peacefully gave the green light, after some encouragement, let Dobby take them away.

Their status would be similar to that of the elves in the Hogwarts kitchens, probably a little higher, at least they had a holiday and pay, but of course - not much.

Felix had also considered arranging internships for Hogwarts seventh-years into L.C.A. publisher, but in the end, he dismissed the idea because painting magic is not something that can be mastered in the short term.

Hogwarts students knew nothing about this branch of magic, so a short-term internship would be useless, but he could connect Professor McGonagall and Andys to cooperate and train a group of talented students to master painting magic.

During the summer holiday, all fifth-year students are required to attend a short meeting with their Head of House to discuss their future careers.

During this time, pamphlets and flyers for various professions involving magic would appear in a flurry, and many large corporations - such as Little Red Books, the Daily Prophet, the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, and the Ministry of Magic - would send people over occasionally to advertise.

Felix had also seen the Goblins of the Gringotts when he was in school, which was actually a relatively rare occurrence; usually, such events would be left to the Gringotts wizard staff. Because the goblins are not satisfied with the treatment they are receiving, there is a strong wariness and resentment towards the wizarding community.

Leaving aside the historical rebellions and riots initiated by the goblins, at every meeting held by the International Confederation of Wizards, they would demand that the wizards should lift their monopoly on wands, even though the goblins invariably kept the secrets of their own magic and the crafting methods of enchanted weapons hidden.

Felix guessed that their presence on campus at that time might be related to the fact that the war had just ended, because at that time someone had proposed to withdraw the goblins' right to operate the Gringotts and simply treat them as workers who minted money.

At that time, the Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagnold, held a tough stance, she took over the post when the wizard war was at its peak, and she was the one who approved the order that the Aurors could use the Unforgivable Curse against the Death Eaters.

As an iron-blooded minister, it is hard to say whether she would go along with this proposal, so the goblins repeatedly weighed the consequences and had to make some statements, including permanent neutrality and that they would not take the initiative to start a rebellion, as part of their act to show their support, they visited Hogwarts back then.

...

In the next few days, as the Christmas holidays approached, it became clear that the young wizards' minds were not on their studies, and many were already planning their last trip to Hogsmeade before the holidays to make their holiday purchases.

And Felix relaxed as well. During the last treatment, the Longbottoms went into a deep sleep together, their brains undergoing an important self-repair and metamorphosis, and they might wake up from their slumber in a day, or maybe a month.

But until the day before the holiday, when the young wizards boarded the train for home, Felix did not receive the happy news from St. Mungo. He felt some regret in his heart, but wrote a note solemnly and delivered it to old Lady Longbottom -

"The plan can begin."

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Chapter 244 Neville's Discovery

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On Christmas Eve, St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is full of a festive atmosphere.

The light source in the waiting room switched to gold and red crystal bubbles, which hung from the ceiling like giant Christmas balls, flashing constantly.

Neville holding his grandmother's hand in one arm and clutching his book bag in the other.

They made their way up to the Fourth Floor, and every ward door they passed through is adorned with a holly tree, which is wrapped with colourful ribbons.

"Neville, come on--"

Old Lady Longbottom told him, and Neville rushed to keep up a couple of steps behind her. They went into the Janus Thickey Ward, all the way to the innermost bed, and lifted the floral curtain, where a pair of male and female wizards were lying in bed.

If you ignore their pale, sickly faces and gray, dry hair, they looked like young couples sleeping soundly after staying up late, with smiles that naturally spilled from the corners of their mouths, but Neville just looked at them sadly, and rummaged through his book bag and pulled out a bouquet and put them in a vase on the bedside table.

Neville just about threw away the wilted flowers when his grandmother said with a stern face, "I'll do it." She grabbed the flowers with her splintered hand and gave him a complicated look, "Neville-" but she left without saying anything.

Neville sat quietly for a while, after he had fixed his mother's hair, tucked the quilt corners, and folded the towels for his father, but after a long wait, his grandmother still failed to return.

He hesitated and got up to walk toward the door, two beds away, a woman with a long hairy face suddenly barked at him, scaring him and causing him to almost hit the wall on the other side.

Startled, Neville opened the door and looked around, still no sign of his grandmother. The golden stars on the tip of the holly tree at the door flickered, causing him to lose sight of the distant corridor.

Neville's expression became hesitant, thinking if he should go back, but he suddenly heard a faint voice at the front of the stairs, and he remembered this soft voice - it belonged to his mother and father's healer, the aunt named Miriam.

"Mr. Hap - the Longbottoms - two weeks -"

Hearing the familiar name, Neville's curiosity got the better of him, and he tiptoed over, trying not to make a sound. Around the corner of the stairs, he saw Aunt Miriam with her back to him, chatting with a healer in a green robe.

"No one can guarantee when they will wake up, Mr. Hap is confident, and old Lady Longbottom trusts him ...," said Miriam.

The other young healer couldn't resist saying, "But it's just according to the newspaper articles, so who knows what his real level is?"

Miriam said with some hesitation, "Ms. Bonham believes him, too."

The healer retorted, "But like you said, it's been two weeks since the last time that Hap came over, and the Longbottoms have been in a coma for two whole weeks, he's certainly caused trouble that he couldn't fix, right?"

Miriam's expression became more concerned, but she still looked for a justification, "The patient's condition is stable ..."

"Who can say what happened to the memory, maybe they just couldn't wake up anymore! That Hap is also at best a professor at Hogwarts, not some kind of healer, after all."

Miriam seemed to have convinced, "You have a point, when Lady Longbottom comes over, I will persuade her." The two then walked away together.

Neville leaned against the wall, the smile on his face faded away. He thought hard about what he had heard. There is only one Professor Hap at Hogwarts, so the professor is treating his parents? But why did he never mention it to him?

Neville thought, perhaps he might have worried about him? But he thought of the conversation between the two healers just now, two weeks in a coma ... his heart clenched up abruptly.

He rushed back to the ward, opened the door, and dashed back to Mom and Dad's bed - they were still sleeping quietly.

'Two weeks in a coma ...'

Neville tentatively nudged his mom's arm, there is no response, he used a little force, mom still did not move, even the smile at the corner of her mouth did not change.

He suddenly panicked, the unfamiliar healer's words repeated in his mind like some kind of corrosive venom -

"Who can say what happens to the memory, maybe they just couldn't wake up anymore!"

Neville muttered, "Not waking up - impossible! The Professor never does anything that he is not sure of, he is so strong and calm ..." But he could not help wondering about it again: that healer's words also made sense, yes, Professor Hap never showed healer's skills.

Just like Harry, he excelled in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but he isn't as good as he is in his Herbology class.

There is a sound of footsteps in the distance, one is his grandmother, who is the other one? There seemed to be some familiarity ... Neville glanced over the gap in the entrance and saw a fine pair of dark brown shoes, it is Professor Hap!

He realized, as an afterthought, that he had entered in a hurry and forgotten to close the door.

Neville plopped down on his book bag at the end of the bed and pretended as if he hadn't noticed anything, his ears quietly perked up.

"Professor Hap, we need to talk."

It is the voice of his grandmother, and she sounds a little anxious about what is going on.

"There's nothing to talk about! I should have quit a long time ago, if you hadn't found Dumbledore, I would have never been here tonight." A man's voice said.

It is Professor Hap ... Neville thought to himself, how did the professor give him a bit of a strange feeling, a bit ... cold?

"But, Frank and Alice haven't woken up yet, they, they--"

Neville heard his grandmother's sobbing, and his heart speed up as the words of the green-robed healer bore into his ears once again, making it impossible to ignore them even if he wanted to.

The chatter outside the door sounded quieter, and Neville couldn't help but glance over his shoulder. The gap in the entrance only allowed him to see his grandmother's profile, and she looked sad, an expression he had never seen before.

In his mind, his grandmother had always been stern and tall.

"Don't cry! Someone will see us, let's find a private place and talk things out once and for all." The man said impatiently.

A shadow swept across the room, and footsteps drifted away.

Neville's heart thumped, he couldn't quite believe the conversation he had just heard, the man's voice sounded like a villain.

He bolted to his feet, not even noticing that his book bag is clutched in his hand, he tiptoed to the door and poked his head out along the gap, just in time to see the backs of the two as they turned to the end of the hallway.

Neville took a deep breath and ran out quickly, locking the barking witch inside the ward. An abnormal flush suddenly appeared on his face, and it wasn't until he had chased them to the end of the hallway that he realized his footsteps were so loud that perhaps the two of them might have heard it.

He leaned against the wall and waited for a few seconds in silence, no footsteps heard, he breathed a sigh of relief and probed like a thief to look, it is a row of empty wards, the light in the hallway is very faint.

Neville boldly walked over, he did not know which room his grandmother and professor were in, so he had to find them one by one.

He pressed his head against the door of the first room with his ears pressed against it, but there is no sound inside.

He tiptoed to the second door, and before he could get close enough, a clear voice heard from inside -

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Chapter 245 Accidental Magic

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

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"What do you really want? I told you that there is a risk in my treatment!" The man's voice exclaimed.

"But you guaranteed and assured me that you would treat them! What did you say then? Everything would be fine - and in the end, Frank and Alice already went into a coma for two weeks, with coughing up blood." Grandma's voice stated.

"What can I do? You put yourself in my shoes, those experts in the papers held me by my throat, and I had to produce test data urgently-"

"Test data? That's two lives! They're my son and daughter-in-law, or that Neville child's parents!... Felix Hap, you're Neville's teacher!"

Neville's heart felt like it had been soaked in cold water, without a trace of warmth, and his stomach kept churning. He couldn't help but clench his fists.

The nasty man then said, "I also hoped that everything would go smoothly, but there are bound to be unexpected situations in everything. On second thought, if you think about it, they just went from moving corpses to motionless corpses, not much difference, right?"

Neville's eyes went red, his teeth clacked, how dare he say that about his parents ... how dare he!

But the grandmother's sad voice sounded, "I beg you, recheck them, you're the only one who knows best since you made it all happen ..."

The malicious man said, "Sorry, precisely because I know it most well, I do not want to waste my time."

The grandmother's voice became tough: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have begged you, I will reveal what happened, expose what you did-"

The man snorted, "Ma'am, I should remind you that your son and daughter-in-law were already sentenced to death by St. Mungo's, I only gave it a try with the idea that if it worked, there would be a large number of people who would thank me."

"Is that so?" The grandmother's voice said sarcastically: "You care about reputation, that's your weakness, but soon the public will see you for what you are, and you will lose everything."

The man's voice became hesitant: " If you put it that way ... it's true, reputation is a fine wine and a tempting poison, and I am always attracted by its fragrance. So, what should I do with you?"

"An Obliviate? That's too easy, I've thought of a better idea, and to be honest, you've been pestering me for so long that I'm rather bored. There are some curses that I've been wanting to try for a long time ... Crucio!"

"No, no ..." Neville's eyes widened, his knuckles whitened, and his face filled with fear. He heard the sound of his grandmother falling to the ground with a "thud" and a "ho~ho~" groan of pain.

"No!"

Anger destroyed all his reason, and the door of the room blew open.

He saw two people in the ward, the man with a surprised expression on his face, his hand with his wand outstretched stopped in midair, and an old woman fell to the floor, her pointed hat falling lifelessly to the ground.

"Grandmother!" Neville ran over and tried to pick up his grandmother's head, but she immediately showed an expression of pain. Overwhelmed, he paused and looked at the culprit of everything before him, as his wand still pointing at her: "Stop it! Professor."

"Stop?" The man's face is hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to read his expression, "Why?"

Neville looked at him incredulously, his eyes filled with a great absurdity that made him feel unreal, like a dream, "What are you talking about? You, you're a professor ... Why are you using that curse?"

"Cruciatus?" The man's voice stated, Neville shuddered, and the man laughed lowly, "Or an Obliviate? Or ... the other two Unforgivable Curses?"

He said calmly, seemingly like a lesson: "Neville, I still have a deep connection with the Unforgivable Curses, having learned all three of them when I was in school - the Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Killing Curse."

"I always wanted to try it on someone, but I was too soft-hearted, and now that I think about it, what spell can't kill someone? Aguamenti Charm can do that too."

Neville looked at him with a shudder, as if recognizing his face for the first time.

"Don't look at me like that, learn to respect the professor, don't you?" The man said.

"You're not my professor!" Neville yelled, pulling his wand out of his pocket and aiming it at him, but the next second, his wand is jerked away.

"Silent Disarming Charm, I taught you that, Neville. Maybe you could try to get a little angrier?"

Neville immediately pulled a second wand out from behind him - he had always carried two wands, his father's, and his own. The anger caused him to silently make a Stunning Spell, but it got blocked by a wave of an arm, and the man said, "It's too weak, Neville. You are not angry enough-"

A thin layer of a magic barrier flew toward Neville, knocking him straight off his feet.

Neville got up from the ground and looked at him unyieldingly.

"I don't like the look in your eyes ... So, Crucio! Crucio!"

Grandmother let out a painful scream, Neville's eyes widened in horror, desperately trying his best to get in front of her, the expected pain did not appear, he had no time to discern, he had to do something, stall for time? That's right, stall for time!

He is going to watch this man get arrested, just like those Death Eaters.

Neville fired up his brain as hard as he could, his mind had never worked so fast: "I believed in you so much ... I looked up to you as a role model ..."

And he recited what he knew best in recent times - a short story, which itself originated from this man - regardless

"Nall is an awkward child. He was told by others that he is dumb, and over time, he came to believe so himself.

Nall likes to fiddle with clay dolls, he has a natural sensitivity to the properties of different kinds of clay, he likes to watch black, red, brown, white, gray, various colours of clay in his hands moulding a little into a delicate, lovely shape.

This kind of enjoyment without pressure, in Nall's sad times, can bring him comfort in turn.

His parents are very busy, usually do not spend much time with him, even the most important Christmas is only a hurried meeting, his biggest wish, is that they can spend more time with him."

Neville recited regardless until he noticed the wand lowered from that man's hand, and his grandmother's low voice came from beside him, "Forget it, Mr. Hap, let's just leave it ..."

Neville watched in disbelief as his grandmother rose from the ground and the professor stepped out of the shadows.

Ten minutes later--

Neville sulked quietly as old Lady Longbottom coaxed him, and Felix looked at him awkwardly, "Neville--"

Neville looked away and didn't look at him, clutching the corner of his coat in his hand with a death grip.

"Why did you trick me?" He said angrily.

"It was part of the plan," said old Lady Longbottom, "to-"

"It's better if I speak, Lady Longbottom." Felix spoke up, looking over at Neville: "It came from a ridiculous idea I had when I was in school; I had experienced several accidental magic riots, which had brought me great benefits, and I had envisioned whether I could artificially facilitate them ..."

"But I had never seen an actual case of it in anyone else until a few months ago, in Diagon Alley, when I met Potter."

"Harry?" Neville suddenly asked.

"Yes, he was going through something very painful and exploded with a burst of magic, and I convinced him at that time to test ... with me until I found you again, and I presumed that your magic was not very active when you were young, in other words - There is a little tolerance for magic, which is why you struggled so much to learn magic ..."

"You're the same, aren't you?" Neville blurted out stiffly.

"What's the same?" Felix looked at him.

"The one you mentioned, the accidental magic riot." Neville said, frighteningly calm at this point: "Sounds like it needs to be hugely stimulated, and you've just tried to provoke me over and over again. So I asked you, did you go through the same process?"

Felix looked at him calmly, "You're right, it is the same for me."

Neville stood up with a stern face, "So, what Aunt Miriam said was also arranged by you? Everything was an act?"

"No, Neville-" said old Lady Longbottom.

Neville looked at Felix stubbornly, "I want you to tell me that by yourself."

"I didn't make that arrangement, but-" Felix said, "I was right next to them when they talked about it."

Neville said abruptly, "I'm going back to the ward, to be alone for a while." He picked up his book bag from the floor, pushed the door, and walked out of the room.

A dead silence fell over the room.

After a long time, Felix confessed, "The moment he blew the door open, I thought for a moment that we had succeeded."

Old Lady Longbottom said wearily: "Perhaps from the beginning, we should not ..." she pursed her lips, "I asked too much from him in the past, I hope the boy can be like his father, become an Auror, but in fact, ordinary life is fine."

"I don't think so, ma'am. Dumbledore once warned me not to play with hearts." Felix said, "But who can avoid playing with hearts? I do not accept this failure, we are so close, and if it could have been done better-"

Old Lady Longbottom looked at him and said hesitantly, "Mr. Hap?"

"I do not feel that my thinking is wrong, from the very beginning of the project, to--" Felix suddenly stopped, his eyes bulging out, incredulously turned his head to the side to look at the air, the sight seemed to penetrate the space. Then he ran out of the room with a jerk and turned to the corner, his eyes fixed dead on the ward at the end of the corridor on the other side.

Felix tapped his forehead, and in black and white perspective, a powerful, soft tide of magic spread from within, a pure white glow without a trace of impurity that continued to storm his inherent perceptions.

"What's - what's going on?" Old Lady Longbottom said in a panic as she followed behind.

Felix did not answer, he took a step towards the ward where the Longbottoms were, and as soon as he pulled open the curtain, he saw Neville bawling in the arms of a woman, and a man with a soft expression holding the woman and Neville, they could not hide their weary faces, still in their patient gowns, but the love in their eyes almost overflowed.

The room's assorted with scattered small ornaments floated in the air, emitting a "buzzing" sound, and several patients in the bed next to them were bathed in a warm glow, which became the best footnote to answer Felix's questions.

"Accidental Magic Riot ..." he said in a one breath.

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PettanKo· Mar 11, 2023

Just skipped the part where MC manipulated Neville

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Degoneth· Jul 28, 2023

Yah, it was stupid. He could have just surprised him with his parents' recovery.

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