A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

The club recruitment event in the auditorium came to an end.

December brought more snow and cold air. One morning, Felix discovered that the Black Lake had frozen over, thick enough to support over a hundred young wizards skating and sledding. Not far from the lake, students were engaged in snowball fights around the stones and willow trees on the shore.

Someone had caused quite a commotion, conjuring a ten-foot-tall snowman with magic. The snowman chased after students, and Felix observed for a while before realizing it was an unfortunate student ensnared by a sticking snow charm.

"Hmm?"

Valen sat perched on his shoulder, marveling at the lively scene on the Black Lake. It turned its gaze to Felix, quite eager.

"Alright, don't forget to eat. I'll be with Severus all day today," Felix said. Valen happily jumped down, rummaging through its belongings from Felix's pocket. As a combat Niffler, Valen had been picking up tricks from Felix and the support of the 'Big Boss,' leading to its reputation spreading.

Now, it adorned itself with a tiny cloak and selected a wand with seven small gemstones embedded in it from a row of exclusive wands. With a flick, it slid down the window from the balcony, the cloak spreading behind it, shimmering with light as Valen flew off into the distance.

Valen excitedly waved the wand in the air. With a specific magical frequency, two gems—one blue and one green—glowed. Snow-Nifflers swiftly formed under the influence of the wand's magic. They darted around in the air alongside Valen, heading toward the Black Lake.

In the distance, there were cries of surprise and laughter from the students. Felix, in a great mood, packed his things and descended the spiral staircase, passing through the entrance hall toward the potions classroom in the dungeons. He suddenly heard a familiar voice—

"Can you imagine? I almost miss Professor Grubbly-Plank. Hagrid actually bought the latest magical projector. I fear our classes might turn into teaching Grubbly how to operate the buttons," Ron walked in, brushing snow off himself.

(Note: Professor Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank is a substitute Care of Magical Creatures teacher.)

"I advised him, but he believes he's got it all under control," Hermione's voice, slightly altered, replied. She held a Snow-Niffler in her arms.

"Mr. Felix?" Felix called out to them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped. Hermione was startled, dropping the Snow-Niffler, which bounced up and playfully struck her a few times. "Ouch!" Hermione exclaimed, watching the Snow-Niffler dart out of the entrance hall, chasing after the group.

Felix couldn't help but chuckle.

Hermione blushed. "We saw Valen flying by, and there were... others picked them up..." she stuttered.

Felix blinked. So Valen hadn't flown too far, and its Snow-Niffler army had been intercepted by Hogwarts' young wizards? He regretted not witnessing that scene. Harry and Ron grinned, barely holding back their laughter.

Hermione glared at them, stuttering, "Professor? Was there something?"

"Ah, yes," Felix suppressed his smile, taking out a small pouch of coins and a piece of parchment from his ring. "The payment for 'New Interpretations of Magical Texts' has arrived. Please distribute it among the students according to the list..."

"Is it still five Galleons per person?" Ron eagerly asked.

"That's right, Weasley," Felix said. "I recall you've published several articles under the name 'Frontline Outlook'?"

"Yes," Ron said gleefully.

"In that case, you can have an enjoyable Hogsmeade weekend," Felix said, turning to Harry, who had been quiet. "I saw the article you wrote, integrating the magical symbol 'Sun' into the Patronus Charm, making it more resilient... brilliant idea."

Harry grinned. "I just tried something out. You did suggest I spend more time delving into the Patronus Charm. I was mostly focused on Occlumency before, but it's not necessary now, so I've been studying the Patronus instead."

"Has the scar not troubled you these past two months?" Felix inquired.

Harry nodded. Then a thought struck him. "Professor, I've tried numerous ancient texts, but only this one worked. I can't figure out why..."

Felix pondered and uncertainly replied, "I suggest you try texts leaning towards the mind and willpower. After all, the Patronus is a product of positive emotions."

Harry contemplated, while Hermione had a sudden realization. "So, Harry succeeded because the 'Sun' symbolizes a dynamic ascension process and indicates changes in influenced magical will..."

Felix nodded approvingly.

"From this perspective, the 'Serenity', 'Enthusiasm', and even 'Brightness' texts you're learning could be worth trying. When the Christmas break ends, I'll visit your club..." Felix said.

After Felix left, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the professor didn't bring up other topics. He'd been avoiding meetings with Professor Snape recently, feeling rather jumpy. The professorial evaluation session in early December was too harrowing, an experience he'd rather not revisit.

If there were spells using embarrassment as an emotion, Harry thought he'd surprise everyone.

He wondered who—Harry strongly suspected Snape—had placed the 'Harry Potter Admirers Club' in front of the 'Frontline Outlook.' He had to stand there with a straight face in the corner of the hall, praying he'd disappear, preferably without anyone finding him.

At least he didn't have the courage to distinguish who among Snape, Sirius, and Professor Snape had the more spectacular expression... Not to mention, all his subject teachers had come to join in that day, and he didn't know how he'd survived those two weeks.

"Harry, your face could fry eggs," Ron remarked at the time.

Though the memory was unpleasant, Harry had managed to secure 120 Galleons in activity funds for 'Frontline Outlook.' Hermione was jealous; her carefully prepared S.P.E.W. speech only received 10 Galleons in support. Snape rudely interrupted her speech, saying, "This isn't a Ministry election platform, Miss Granger. If you want even a tenth of your plans realized, wait until after graduation."

Hermione was furious for days, even briefly imagining using a Permanent Sticking Charm to post the new slogan of S.P.E.W. on Snape's office door. Even Harry and Ron, who were discontent with Snape, were startled and had to reason with her for days.

Besides a substantial sum of money, 'Frontline Outlook' now had over fifty members. The school even allocated a spacious abandoned classroom as their activity area. Harry and the members spent two days cleaning it up, eventually agreeing that a Room of Requirement would suit the club's purpose better—until later, when Harry learned from Professor McGonagall that house-elves would've helped tidy, but they hadn't gotten around to it due to short staffing.

Hermione insisted on not letting the house-elves help. Proudly, she said, "I can do it myself." Ron teased, "Of course, it's just a broom cupboard..." For that comment, he paid the price, spending half an afternoon dealing

with thick dust and stubborn paint.

"But I didn't say anything rude," Harry complained innocently.

There was another change.

Mafalda appeared in the 'Frontline Outlook,' and, in fact, there were a few new faces in the club that he hadn't anticipated, like the Greengrass sisters. He almost thought he'd see Draco Malfoy.

Later, Mafalda told him that Malfoy hadn't joined any clubs.

"He's waiting it out. It's a Malfoy tradition, not to show their cards easily..." Ron pointed out bluntly.

For Harry, Mafalda's change in attitude towards him was a pleasant surprise.

He privately speculated that it might be because he stood up for her that day. Mafalda had finally given up orchestrating her own actions through little essays. In her words, she was just "maturing and doing more meaningful things."

"It's essentially starting a campus gossip paper," Fred, who was also well-connected, said. "She filled it with information from the thirty-seven clubs she's in. It seems to be quite popular."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances.

"Is it well-received?" Hermione asked, with complex emotions.

"Well, quite a few people are submitting articles," George said. "There are even ads and anonymous love letters."

"You guys aren't among them, are you?" Ron asked, squinting.

"We paid, two sickles each," Fred started a bit annoyed, then with admiration, "Honestly, I quite like her. She's doing good business..."

"We all feel a bit left out," George added with a thumbs-up.

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