A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

As the Easter holiday passed day by day, Felix appeared daily in the solemn atmosphere of the courtroom, casually observing unfamiliar dark wizards undergoing trials. Each time he spotted a familiar face, it felt like winning a lottery.

Of course, the fate of these acquaintances wasn't generally favorable as they were Death Eaters, typically sentenced to lifelong imprisonment.

The foreign observers seated across from him weren't mere statues. They provided extensive identity information. Meanwhile, Scrimgour seemed tireless, elaborating on unrelated illegal acts before the formal judgments.

At this point, Felix's mind began to wander.

Valen hadn't accompanied him these days; the Niffler had gone off to settle scores with Ron Weasley. Felix found it rather surprising. Since when did Ron adopt the hobbies of his two brothers? But that telescope didn't pose any real threat; it was just startling. Well, startlingly smelly.

And then—according to Felix's research, the item was supposed to leave a black eye ring when applied to the face, making it look like someone had taken a punch. But on Valen, it ended up as a clump of black fur around the eyes, sticking softly to the skin.

Felix found this utterly amusing.

He even wrote about this incident in a letter to Grindelwald, "I'll introduce you if the opportunity arises..."

Of course, these were just diversions. He spent quite a bit of text detailing how times had changed, "Considering your isolation from the world, it's understandable." And part of his own plans, "Once the war is over, I'll seize the right moment to raise questions, using 'Future World' company products as a baseline. They might somewhat understand Muggle technology. By then, they'll realize the gravity of the issue themselves."

"...This way, they'd be more inclined to value my opinions, preventing me from being branded a heretic..."

From the reply, Grindelwald seemed rather excited, tearing through several parchment pages. Of course—perhaps it was just old age.

Also, Dumbledore's feigned tiredness was noticed by sharp-eyed journalists the next day. When asked about it, he ambiguously brushed it off as having played 'rolling wooden log games' too late into the night. His complexion improved significantly after that, preventing any public discussions—after all, Dumbledore was believed capable of such antics by the masses.

But to some 'perceptive' individuals, his inconsistencies were glaring.

The trial ended on the fifth day. As Felix habitually strolled toward Malfoy Manor, he keenly observed signs of someone's visit. Tracing the tracks to the garden, he witnessed the once magnificent fountain now melted into a stinking pool—clear signs that Voldemort had visited and left disappointed.

The following days were uneventful, except for the night of the fifteenth.

Out of nowhere, the Weasley twins organized a fireworks display on the grounds, unveiling twenty different types of fireworks over the castle. At that moment, Felix, Valen, Sirius, and Flavius were playing cards together. Suddenly, a loud noise erupted outside, startling Flavius enough to fall off his chair.

"Summon the Exploding Rockets—what in the world is happening?"

Flavius picked himself up from the ground. Had a fire dragon just flown past the window?

Felix quietly glanced outside; a firework resembling a wheel had flown by the balcony. After a brief recollection, he realized it had appeared in the eye of a green skull over Hogwarts not too long ago.

Excited shouts arose from below.

They rushed to the balcony and looked down. A crowd had gathered below, and in the center, Fred held an exaggerated rocket-shaped firework while George cautiously approached with his wand. "It's a bit risky, we haven't tried it much—" He gestured for everyone to step back.

Following past experiences, everyone obediently complied, stepping back dozens of feet in the blink of an eye.

"Is this thing going to explode?" Hermione looked concerned.

"Don't worry, they know what they're doing," Ron said cheerfully.

A tangerine flame flickered from George's wand tip, approaching the firework. "Mind not burning my hand—" Fred yelled, as George's eyes clearly wandered elsewhere. He followed the gaze and raised his head, meeting the gazes of Professors Snape and Black.

Fred sheepishly grinned. "Boom!" A massive explosion sent shockwaves and smoke, tumbling the two out.

"Failed?" George sat disappointed on the ground.

"I don't think so." Fred lay on the ground, staring at the sky. He raised an arm like a flag, causing the audience, coughing from the smoke, to follow his gesture and look skyward.

The gigantic firework shot straight into the sky, almost indistinguishable in the darkness, leaving behind a glowing tail. After several seconds, the velvety black curtain burst into a riot of colors, creating numerous sparkling stars in the night. These stars descended like a meteor shower, settling mid-air to form a colorful pattern.

Felix remained expressionless on the balcony, but his actions betrayed his feelings. He stared at the gigantic firework-formed figure—someone with a similar face to his, smiling brightly and even giving a thumbs-up.

A hushed gasp echoed below.

"Oh, my... oh, my..." Hermione was speechless, astonished, as were the onlookers, witnessing this spectacular scene.

Several firework replicas resembling rockets crawled and danced on the playground, and one firework shaped like a flying broom dragged a long banner, persistently spelling out letters: Happy Birthday Professor Snape—

"Boom!"

Felix waved his wand, causing it to explode in midair. Not far from there, Dumbledore pushed open the office window, his blue eyes curving with interest under the half-moon spectacles, examining the suspended figures overhead and then glancing down at the bustling scene.

Even Fawkes peeked out, savoring the spectacle of a firework in the shape of a dragon spewing red and green sparks.

Dumbledore even waved at Felix through the window.

At that moment, Professor McGonagall hurried from the castle, her face a mix of shock and disbelief at the chaotic scene.

Who knows how the twins explained things to her. She didn't address the flying fireworks littering the area, seeming to tacitly accept everything, then proceeded to drag Fred and George by their ears back into the castle.

"It's quite beautiful, really," Sirius said cheerfully when Felix turned around.

He had settled a score—on the night before Valentine's Day, Felix had insisted on testing a Transfiguration spell on him, only to apologize afterwards, admitting he couldn't reverse it yet. "Change my nose back!" Sirius had yelled with a pig's snout, resulting in him meeting Amelia while wearing a big mask, refusing to take it off.

When Felix encountered the twins again, it was in Professor McGonagall's office. The two sat quietly, heads bowed, looking dejected. But upon seeing Felix enter, they immediately lifted their heads, exchanging meaningful glances.

The message seemed to ask: Satisfied, Professor?

"Violation of school rules, scaring students—" Professor McGonagall fumed.

"They were just having fun!" Fred protested, the lively sounds from outside seemed to confirm his words.

McGonagall puffed her chest. "Playing tricks on professors—"

"We wanted to give the professor a birthday surprise!" George shouted.

"Felix nodded continuously. They had a rich history of breaking school rules, making a big deal out of everything. They even negotiated detention.

"Professor McGonagall," Felix spoke softly. Professor McGonagall frowned, "They must be punished." "I completely agree," Felix said. His hands rested on the shoulders of the twins, and they giggled. Then they noticed the professor was getting taller.

No, it was them getting shorter.

Finally, Felix bent over like a big wizard, displaying a dreadful smile, grabbing the shrunken twins.

"Oh, Felix!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, surprised. "We don't condone physical punishment—"

"Don't worry, it's not physical," Felix interjected, shaking the tiny pair vigorously, leaving them dizzy. He raised both hands, speaking with authority. "I heard you wanted unforgettable memories before graduation? This might just do it for you."

"P-Professor—" the shrunken Fred managed, "Do you think it's not grand enough? We could take your suggestions—"

Felix chuckled, stuffing them into the pockets of his robe, their struggling voices muffled. "It's a disciplinary measure. I'll educate them properly," he assured the astounded McGonagall.

On the way back, Felix intentionally took his time, climbing and descending, swinging the pockets. It took twice as long to return to his office. Pushing the door open, he caught a glimpse of his smoking half-bust outside the window—a raised thumbs-up, making Felix livid.

"Are you all so free that homework's finished?" He pulled the disoriented duo from his pockets, stuffing them into two empty ink bottles.

"Done," one mumbled groggily.

"Good," Felix said maliciously. "Heard your club's doing well, lots of members?"

As Fred extracted himself from the ink bottle, unaware of impending danger, he lethargically replied, "Yeah, it's thriving." George shoved him back in.

"Ow," Fred flailed his arms.

"'Swear to uphold school rules'? Sounds good, but you need to set an example," Felix vaguely remarked, leaving.

"How will the professor react?" George asked anxiously.

"Who knows? Don't you find today's show successful? Even now, it's part of the act," Fred remarked cheerfully.

Valen hopped onto the table, observing them disapprovingly.

"Why do I feel Valen's pitying us?" George said.

"Bang, bang."

Two quills taller than them slammed onto the desk. George jumped, seeing sheets resembling blankets flying toward them, evading hastily.

"You'll copy the rules as punishment," Felix's distant voice echoed. "You won't return until it's done."

As it turned out, he misjudged. The twins' response was not despair but excitement. "We've been wanting to do this!"

"That settles it, Professor!"

Their expressions hinted it was more of a favor than punishment.

For the following time, they cheerfully scribbled on parchment, critiquing each other's 'work.'

"Your 'W' looks awful."

"Why not take a look at the 'O'? So standard, your letters seem malnourished—"

"Nonsense!"

Felix cast a silent spell, finally quieting the office—except for excited student chatter and fireworks outside.

He didn't magically remove the fireworks above his head.

...

Ignoring the twins playing and copying sentences, Felix sat on the sofa's armchair, toying with a strand of dark magic, examining it closely.

Just the essence itself emitted an eerie aura.

It was the dark magic extracted from Lucius's Dark Mark, belonging to Voldemort.

The more Felix studied, the more extreme he found this magic. He even questioned if Voldemort could use positive, affirmative spells. But with his recent research on protective charms, he wasn't so sure anymore.

As he pondered, urgent knocks came from outside.

Felix gestured, and the door swung open, Harry, Ron, Hermione barged in. Not entirely unexpected, probably for the twins' sake. But what surprised him was Draco standing behind them.

Once he stepped in, Felix was about to speak, then a fifth person entered, a somewhat bewildered Luna. It seemed she got lost and followed them after spotting Harry. Following her were Ginny, Neville, then Daphne and Astoria, squeezing into the office, followed by Cedric and Cho.

Felix was utterly baffled, how did this assembly of people come together?

The newcomers were equally stunned, staring at the twins struggling on a stack of parchment on the desk. Due to the silent spell, they hadn't realized what had transpired yet."

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