Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) Chapter 274

Coming out of Filch’s office, Felix pondered about what Lupin wanted to get back; all he knew so far is, that this item is related to his school days and most likely involves either Black or Peter the Dwarf’s secrets.

Removing Filch’s subjective filter, he gets two more useful pieces of information: one, Lupin and the others didn’t care that the item got confiscated back then – at least not on the surface – but now Lupin desperately wants to get it back; two, the item has been lost, and it’s hard to find out exactly who took it because it’s been a long ti.

Many of the young wizards who had violated the rules back then had graduated.

Lacking the key information, Felix could only secretly write it down and rember it for later use. He made his way to Hagrid’s hut, where Hagrid is clearing the snow from the pumpkin patch behind the house, and Fang is running around him back and forth happily.

A gray Hippogriff is chained a short distance away, and when it saw Felix approaching, it smacked its razor-sharp beak and tracked his footsteps.

“Hagrid!” Felix shouted from afar, patting Buckbeak’s pointed beak. It already beca very familiar with Felix, so it tilted its head and squinted, enjoying his touch.

The burly man straightened up and casually stuck his shovel in the ground as he walked over, saying joyfully, “Felix, Mr. Scamander wrote back, that he finished the job! The case has been called back for a retrial!”

Felix nodded, “That’s what I ca here for. I received a letter too, we need to do sothing now, Hagrid.”

“Do sothing?” Hagrid repeated, staring at him in confusion.

“That’s right,” Felix said in an affirmative tone, “Buckbeak’s case is called back and there will be a retrial, which could take ten days or half a month, and this is not the ti for us to wait… ”

He looked at Hagrid’s puzzled expression, and let out a sigh, ” There is no distribution, it ans they didn’t characterize it yet, the situation is still against us, if we can pay a fine now, this matter is likely to end early.”

Hagrid woke up, “So … hearings, trials, there’s no need?”

“The premise is that we have to be proactive and get involved.” Felix said seriously, “My suggestion is for you to visit the Ministry of Magic, ask about the progress of the incident, and submit a fine if possible, and if not, justify the nature of the case: this is not a tad magical creature that suddenly went out of control and hurt soone, but an accident caused by improper teaching operations.”

He finally looked at Hagrid and said, “The initiative cannot fall on their hands, if the Ministry of Magic is focused not on whether Buckbeak is guilty or not, but on the severity of the charge, we will be in an extrely passive situation.”

“Then I will go to the Ministry of Magic this afternoon!” Hagrid said excitedly, and he looked at Buckbeak through the window and said happily, “You hear that, Buckbeak, we see the light …”

As February approached, Felix found himself interacting with the outside world more and more frequently, Lady Dorothea Bonham, Belby, and the Longbottoms, whom he expected, but in succession, so pen pals also wrote to him unannounced.

In the letters, they expressed their congratulations to him. Felix waited quietly, and within two days, three beautiful official letters arrived at the sa ti, one from the St. Mungo’s Magical dical Association, although the na has a “St. Mungo’s”, but in fact, it has little to do with the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, at most, it can be said that they are both established in mory of the sa person — Mungo Bonham.

The St. Mungo’s Magical dical Association, similar to the Wizarding Court Wizengamot, Where here circles of top healers gathered together, except that this association mbers were more closely connected to each other and owned its own academic journal under its na, “Bezoar”.

In the official letter, it enthusiastically praised Felix’s outstanding contribution to the cause of magical healing, and it focused on two points: first, it invited Felix to na his own healing plan; second, it proposed to award him the ‘St. Mungo’s dal’ and invited him to beco a mber of the Magical dical Association.

Regarding the forr, he really couldn’t think of any good na, so he simply followed the conventional naming thod and set it as Hap mory Healing Technique. As for the latter, Felix gladly accepted and replied with a thank-you letter.

The second official letter ca from St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the letter introduced the clinical data of his treatnt plan, which is highly effective so far, and also has achieved positive effects on so stubborn mory damage, and the current Dean invited him to make a magical portrait, which is “an honour for every pioneer”.

Felix could hardly imagine his portrait being hung. But the thought of each portrait being the equivalent to an ear and eye, made his slight discomfort imdiately disappear, and he asked in the letter if the portrait could be done by himself, and St. Mungo’s would only need to provide so asurents.

The last official letter ca from the Ministry of Magic’s Wizengamot administration, and the wording on it is a serious one, announcing that he has been nominated as a candidate for the Order of rlin, and asking him to provide information as per the attachnts for all Wizengamot mbers to review and use.

Felix complied, one by one, which is the process that everyone who receives the Order of rlin in the academic field goes through, and Belby did the sa last year.

His na began to appear frequently in the newspapers, and the Daily Prophet devoted three days in a row to highlight his contributions, including a recap of his exploits in France, stating that “this is a belated honour.”

During als in the great hall, he always found the young Hogwarts wizards carrying various newspaper clippings and whispering in the corners. In addition to the newspapers, it also related to the fact that he had been receiving a lot of letters from various owls lately, and Felix got tempted to cast so shielding charm on himself, but such things can only be thought of.

One afternoon, Professor McGonagall brought in a young witch with a strange expression, and she introduced her, “This is a reporter from Witch Weekly, and she is here to interview you …”

After the regular interview, the reporter asked him to pose, Felix felt like a mannequin, and after a dozen photos, he firmly stopped the process.

The female reporter said with a frustrated look on her face, “We can take better-looking photos, Mr. Hap, you will be a strong candidate for this year’s ‘Most Charming Smile Award’ …”

Felix winced, “Sorry, I have no such intention.” He hurriedly ended the interview, and while dining with Snape, he couldn’t help but lant, “I don’t even have ti to do research these days, Vanity Fair is also an arena~”

Snape scoffed at his sentints.

Only in early February, Everything eventually subsided, and the ice and snow gradually lted, the open space at the entrance of the castle, unknowingly already full of life.

The young wizards took off their thick winter coats and cloaks, took off their scarves, and sat in groups by the lake on the south side of the castle, lazily basking in the sun while watching the giant squid swimming in the lake.

In this laid-back atmosphere, Valentine’s Day arrived.

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