A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 252: Mocking the Reasons of Pure-Blood Families

Felix Harp raised his head from the black cover of "Magical Traits". "Miss Granger, you're wasting your efforts here. This is an external mapping of thoughts, not thoughts themselves. Once the magic is undone, everything will vanish."

The young witch spoke cheerfully, "At least it looks good, doesn't it?"

Felix shook his head, burying it behind the book, but he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. The feeling of being cared for was quite pleasant.

Then there were the presents he had unwrapped today, which had put him in a good mood.

Even though Christmas was tomorrow, some friends from far away had already sent gifts. But he found it strange why Bellby would think of giving him a bottle of Wolfsbane Potion? Bellby had already given it once, hadn't he? Did I really look like a werewolf? Even if Bellby wrote "the most satisfactory work at the moment" in the note, what did it have to do with him?

The only comforting thing was that Little Red Book Publishing and L.C.A. Comic Publishers sent the latest dividends, totaling eight thousand Galleons.

This time, the lion's share of the income went to Andis. In his letter, he mentioned "selling like crazy" three times, and the rest of the words were all suggesting that he "hurry and prepare a new book!"

Felix tossed his mail aside. Jokingly, one book a year would be enough; any more than that was really unnecessary. By the time the title of "Master of Memory Charms" became deeply ingrained, he intended to extend the frequency of publication to every two or three years.

Hmm, thinking like this, he should release his new paper. This paper contained the treatment data of the Lumbatons and a complete set of simple treatment methods. He believed the entire wizarding world would follow his quill's lead.

However, he should find a professional journal this time. The Daily Prophet was completely lacking in credibility...

And there was Navie; he also sent a gift. As for the outcome, Felix had no way of knowing.

Hermione's figure gradually became translucent, resembling the castle's ghosts to some extent. This was a manifestation of overuse of the mind; she could no longer maintain her consciousness stably.

Felix lifted the Thought Room spell.

"No need to rush, Miss Granger. You already have more 'time' than others," he hinted, conjuring some bottles and jars, "Pumpkin juice, butterbeer, honey water, fruit juice, take your pick."

Hermione poured herself a glass of fruit juice and added two drops of Elixir of Euphoria and Invigoration Draught. She drank a big gulp, feeling rejuvenated.

Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Why do I feel like I'm running out of time?"

Felix turned away, unsure if he had anything to do with it. After all, he had handed her Ancient Runes papers from third and fourth year. Upon closer consideration, that might not have been appropriate; his little assistant was already busy this year.

He pondered that he could possibly delegate a part of the exam work to the members of the Rune Club? The sixth-year students had plenty of free time... Idle hands were the devil's workshop, after all.

"Have a snack—remember, it's the holidays. You don't need to fight for extra time for yourself, right?" Felix said.

The effect of the Elixir of Euphoria made Hermione's brow relax. "There are new things added, you know. I need to gather information for Hagrid's hearing, defend for Buckbeak... if you don't look, you won't know, the Ministry has a terrible track record in this regard..."

Felix's expression froze. "When did this happen?"

"Just these past couple of days," Hermione said. "It's said that Lucius Malfoy found out about Draco Malfoy's injury, reported Hagrid to the Ministry, and demanded Buckbeak's execution. Oh my, when we went to see him, Hagrid was so sad..."

"Didn't Hagrid consider paying a fine?"

"Fine?" Hermione looked visibly puzzled. "I did come across examples of fines in the records, but those designated for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures—"

"The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures? It shouldn't be that department..." Felix Harp furrowed his brow. "Please explain this matter in detail."

Hermione continued, "Oh, sure—on the first day of the holidays, Harry was in a bad mood, and Ron and I thought it might be a good idea to visit Hagrid..."

"Harry was in a bad mood?"

"Yes, because the day before, he—uh, cough!" She suddenly had a severe coughing fit. "Sorry, Professor. I mean, Ron and I overheard a conversation between the Minister of Magic, Professor McGonagall, and Rosmerta before the holidays. They were talking about Harry's dad, and also Sirius Black, and they mentioned a lot of things..."

Felix didn't know what he was thinking, but he nodded. "And then?"

"And then, well... Harry was in a bad mood—we went to see Hagrid. Hagrid looked very disheveled, quite intoxicated. He showed us the letter from the Ministry, which essentially said they had accepted Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint and handed the matter over to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures."

"The hearing is scheduled for the 20th of April, at the London branch," Hermione finished, seeing Professor Harp lost in thought. She added, "Hagrid said the people on the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures are all oddballs!"

Felix chuckled. "Those people... how shall I put it? They are all outsiders, doing thankless jobs. You can tell just by their names that magical creatures put there probably won't be spared."

"But, but doesn't that mean Hagrid is destined to lose?" Hermione said angrily.

"Nothing is absolute, but I do know at least one thing: the procedure is incorrect."

"What?"

"The procedure is incorrect, Miss Granger. Normally, according to the laws set by the Ministry, even if someone appeals, the matter should be first passed to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures—the superior department of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures—so they handle it. Unless the case is of particularly heinous nature and requires almost no trial, then it would be directly sent down. And the outcome of such hearings is rarely favorable."

Hermione fell silent for a few seconds, then said with indignation, "It's the Malfoys! They've influenced the Ministry's decision. I heard the Malfoy family donates a substantial amount of money to the Ministry every year!"

"A reasonable assumption," Felix nodded. He took a sip of butterbeer. "No need to get angry. Pure-blood families always have an extraordinary influence over these insignificant matters."

Hermione stared at him blankly. It seemed the Professor had quite a low opinion of pure-blood families?

"Pure-blood families are like a group of spiders, spinning a massive web over the years. They're well-informed, have numerous sources, and are adept at steering the wind. When they encounter little insects, even small birds, they can devour them whole... Even when faced with dangers they can't fight against, they can hide in dark corners and wait patiently for the danger to pass."

"Professor, are you saying they're fundamentally powerless against large creatures?" Hermione thought she understood the Professor's train of thought.

"No, I'm mocking them for being unambitious, for not making their spiderweb unbreakable, impenetrable."

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