A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 568: The Enigmatic Wall

Chapter 568: The Enigmatic Wall

Felix smirked.

"Seriously, here's a question: How do I play myself?" Memory frowned, seemingly genuinely troubled by this.

"Just don't go overboard," Felix replied.

Memory made a rude gesture, and Felix, with a stern expression, asked, "Where did you learn that?"

"From a student," Memory replied irresponsibly. "I can tell you their name; I remember it very clearly."

Stepping out of classroom seven, Felix entered the Room of Requirement, then appeared at the Shrieking Shack. After a few apparitions, he found himself near an abandoned warehouse. Inside lay a man tied up, massive in size, with tangled grey hair, a knotted beard, sunken eyes, and dirty hands sporting long yellow nails. More like a beast than a man.

Felix noticed numerous scratch marks on the floor.

"Fenrir Greyback?"

Greyback whimpered, a cloth stuffed in his mouth.

"Oh, I forgot," Felix insincerely stated, waving his hand, removing the cloth, causing the man to spit on the ground, revealing sharp teeth and evident mouth sores. Looking incredulous with slanted eyes, he said, "Felix Harp? You sent men to capture me?"

"Yes, me. What did Voldemort want from you?" Felix's piercing gaze bore into Greyback's eyes, and after a while, Greyback's gaze blankly dropped to the ground, motionless.

"Voldemort didn't give you a stamp? Oh, sorry, he probably didn't think much of you," Felix remarked.

Greyback, almost like a corpse, shifted. The fierce gleam returned to his eyes, and he muttered, "…It's cooperation..."

"Cooperation? Do you really think you're qualified?"

Felix cast a stunning spell, and the werewolf collapsed.

After a while, Lupin and Tonks suddenly appeared from thin air, wands raised, cautiously scanning their surroundings. "Is this the address?" Tonks whispered. "Right, that's what the note that suddenly appeared on my desk said," Lupin replied, vaguely guessing who might be behind it but unable to explain further with Tonks around, in case it involved restricted items.

"Over there," Tonks said warily, both moving closer to the warehouse, realizing their mutual understanding, which disheartened Lupin even more.

The lock of the warehouse posed no challenge; Lupin opened the heavy iron door, and upon seeing what was inside, his body froze.

Meanwhile, Felix had returned to classroom seven, intending to oversee Lupin's actions. He reckoned that as long as Lupin remained sensible, he wouldn't kill Greyback, even though this werewolf had bitten him as a child.

So, Felix left a curse on Greyback, letting his guilt wither along with his body.

The students in classroom seven remained oblivious to all this; they didn't even notice the change in professors midway. All they knew was that Professor Harp had brought them to a clearing in the woods, sitting on huge, bare tree stumps, while tendrils of pea plants hung from the sky. Professor Harp, quite unceremoniously, sat on a vine-made hammock, giving them a lecture. ṞàŊՕＢĘs

"Doesn't the professor seem lively today?" Fred commented, observing the swinging memory.

"Maybe he's trying out a different style," George said. "Maintaining one face all the time is exhausting."

"True, we could give it a shot."

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the air and snatched their professor away. The students exchanged confused glances. Before they could react, the professor reappeared. Felix cleared his throat and asked the stunned students on the tree stumps, "Ahem, does anyone remember what I just lectured on? There are bonus points..."

After class, the students filed out of the room.

"The professor must be slacking, probably off to have tea with Professor McGonagall."

"Why Professor McGonagall?"

"Oh, don't you think she had such grace when she was young? I wish I could be that elegant someday."

In the afternoon, Felix noticed many new faces in the school, a dozen or so adult wizards, of whom he recognized only a few. There were people from the Ministry of Examinations, from the Illusionary Shape Testing Center, but two left a strong impression—Dolores Umbridge and Chesterton Avery.

"Tsk, no challenge at all," Felix remarked. "Wait, can't take it lightly," his gaze swept over the dozen wizards present, suspecting that among them might be real informants.

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Dumbledore warmly welcomed them, then chatted quietly with his old friend, Professor Tofty.

"Professor Marchbanks didn't come this time?" Dumbledore inquired gently.

"She's busy preparing test papers, leading the Illusionary Shape Testing Center, but they're short-staffed, so they drafted some from the Ministry," Professor Tofty replied.

The adult wizards in the crowd seemed excited, rarely getting the chance to return after graduating. It made them feel suddenly youthful, eagerly reminiscing about their school days.

"Can we wander around?" a round-faced witch asked.

"Of course, Corrina," Dumbledore gestured with his gloved hand towards Professor McGonagall. "Professor McGonagall will arrange everything." The round-faced witch shrank a bit upon hearing that name, her voice slightly shaky as she greeted, "Professor McG... McGonagall, good morning."

"It's afternoon, Miss Corrina," Professor McGonagall corrected sternly.

"Oh... good afternoon."

"Amos! Come here, I found something!" a wizard wearing an old-fashioned hat, Wilkie Twycross, shouted in the hall. "Goodness, this has changed so much, it wasn't here last year!"

He was the instructor for the Ministry's Illusionary Apparition Course, visiting the school almost every year. He looked astonished as he pressed his unnaturally pale face against the notice board.

"Is this a club?" Amos Diggory asked from the entrance of the Great Hall. "I heard about it during the holidays from Cedric..."

Wilkie Twycross didn't respond, delicately pulling out a colorful parchment from under the board, marveling, "This seems like a newspaper? Let me see."

"Bird-Snake Hatching Documentary Sales Soar, Filmed by a Niffler—Huh? I had no idea—Weasley Twins Shouting at Armor Late at Night Caught by Supervisor Felch—Hmm, is it exam stress, back in the day, uh—Felch makes a scene, dispelling dumb rumors—Professor Sinistra's erratic schedule, often rising at noon—Ha, quite interesting, this newspaper's called 'The Enigmatic Wall'?"

"Do you like that name? I chose it myself, it's the name of a song," a voice inquired. "Oh, um," Wilkie Twycross lowered his head, looking at the young girl who appeared suddenly, then back at the newspaper, "Is this your newspaper?"

"Yeah."

Wilkie Twycross stared at the parchment and tentatively asked, "Little girl, are you Mafalda?"

Mafalda nodded proudly, smoothly changing the topic. "So, could you tell us what you do?"

"You're interviewing me, little girl? Aren't you a first-year?"

"This has nothing to do with

our interview. I've interviewed many big shots," Mafalda straightened her chest, trying hard to appear taller.

Wilkie Twycross found it somewhat amusing. "Oh really? Who?"

"Let me think, three winners of the Order of Merlin, three official members of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, Quidditch team captains, heads of the male and female student unions, participants in last year's Clash, and some future celebrities... In the future, I'll aim for the professors. And of course, Headmaster Dumbledore." Mafalda said seriously.

The two adult wizards grew increasingly surprised. "Is Cedric Diggory among them?" Amos asked eagerly. "I'm his father."

"Yes! He's in the future celebrities, the kind that gets featured on Chocolate Frog Cards."

"You can predict this?" Wilkie Twycross found it quite absurd, wanting to hear the little girl's reasoning.

"Yeah, he's published many articles in 'New Magic Interpretations,' but the real reason is his Puppetry Club, recently renamed." Mafalda looked at the yellowed notices on the wall, confidently stating, "It's not just him; I have a feeling many of these clubs will become huge entities. I'm witnessing history..."

Amos Diggory and Wilkie Twycross exchanged glances. Amos admitted he was troubled by a family matter recently, and this little girl seemed to provide him with an answer. But Wilkie Twycross couldn't forget what he'd just read on the notice board. He didn't know how 'S.P.E.W.' and the 'Horned Snorkack Definitely Exists Club' could become huge entities.

He happened to know the origin of the Horned Snorkack, a third-rate magical newspaper, whose editor's mind didn't seem entirely sane...

"So, sharp-nosed little girl, what about you? How do you see yourself?" Wilkie Twycross asked.

"Me? I'm just a recorder of history," Mafalda cheerfully replied, "But of course, that doesn't stop me from making money. So, are you ready for an interview? I can pay with two Butterbeers each..."

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