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

The elf restlessly swayed slightly, tennis ball size green eyes stood out even more, “Dobby thinks that since Mr. Harry Potter is already safe … Dobby has no reason to appear again, especially by himself … ”

Felix followed dobby’s logic, “We were just talking, who said that an elf can’t have a wizard friend?”

“Is that true? Dobby – Dobby can be friends with a great wizard like you?” The elf made a prayer gesture, and his body leaned forward involuntarily.

“Of course, Dobby.”

“This, this is such an honour, Dobby! Dobby is a friend of Mr. Hap!” The elf bowed so deeply that his long, thin nose touched the floor.

“Well, Dobby, let’s talk about business, please sit down.”

Dobby sat down against the edge of the couch, “Is there anything you would like to ask?”

“Dobby, I don’t suppose Lucius Malfoy knows about the destruction of the diary yet?”

Seeing Dobby’s expression quickly crumble, and the tendency to hit the wall, Felix hurriedly stopped and said, “Actually, I already knew that he knew nothing about the destruction of the diary.”

“How do you know?” Dobby asked curiously.

By your reaction … but Felix answered, “I have my sources.”

Dobby had no doubt about this, but instead nodded with a look of approval.

Felix continued to ask: “Does Malfoy have any travel plans in the near future? I’d love to talk to him alone.”

He is prepared to block him.

All it took from him is a Confundus Charm to make him think Dobby isn’t doing his job and guide the punishment to ‘Expel Dobby’, simple and straightforward.

For other House elf, being expelled by their master is a very tragic thing, and they will repeatedly plead for forgiveness. But Dobby is different, he is very eager to be free.

As long as Lucius did this, Dobby would leave Malfoy Manor with absolute joy.

Of course, all this must be hidden from Dobby, lest the instinct of obedience engraved in his bones to make him produce a strong resistance to this behaviour, and things will be directed in an uncontrollable direction.

But Dobby said shoddily, “Dobby, Dobby does not know the master’s whereabouts, and Dobby should not reveal …”

Felix had a bit of a headache, he couldn’t stalk him or break into Malfoy Manor, could he?

He played his old trick and said in a tone full of certainty, “Dobby, I actually know, I don’t have to go looking for him, Malfoy himself will show up at the door …”

“How did Mr. Hap know that the master would come to Hogwarts?” Dobby asked in surprise.

So, he would come to Hogwarts? Come to do what, find Dumbledore?

“Of course I knew that he had to come, on that very day …” Felix said softly in a slower voice.

“Yes, the young master wrote that he would win the Quidditch Cup and defeat Potter, but Dobby thinks that it can’t happen.” The elf said eccentrically.

So it is Quidditch day, Gryffindor versus Slytherin?

Having got the message he wanted, Felix didn’t jump to change the subject, “I think so too, Potter has an extraordinary talent for Quidditch.”

“Exactly!” Dobby responded to him excitedly, “Mr. Potter is very good, if Dobby hadn’t cast a spell on the Golden Snitch …”

His mood sagged.

“But nevertheless, I remember that Potter caught the Golden Snitch,” Felix said calmly.

“You were also trying to protect Potter, and I suggest you might find time to apologize to Potter and set things straight.”

…

A new week has begun.

Ancient rune class.

Felix looked at the sixth graders with a big smile on his face and said, “Congratulations, you have finished the school year ahead of schedule, a very outstanding achievement!”

The male and female wizards offstage applauded.

Their feelings are genuine, and the learning progress this year has indeed been much faster, with Professor Hap offering all sorts of new and interesting ways to learn – golems, classroom competitions, answer space, runic Essays, ‘forged’ magic handbooks and the latest Leaderboard…

Sixth grade is a special one, they have just gone through a full year of rigorous study, have a rich knowledge base, and don’t have to worry about exams, which makes Felix very willing to experiment with all kinds of fresh ideas in the improvement classes.

His approach also proved popular – after going through the OWLs exams they still chose his class, except for a few or two students who had no further options, most of them genuinely loved the ancient rune.

Felix looked at them, “We have about three and a half months until the end of this school year, and we will add a new form of class, a practical class.”

A practical class on ancient runes? That is quite a fresh statement.

Before Professor Hap came, this class had been treated as a theoretical course. Only after he came did the crowd realize that there were many practical uses to runes as well.

But Professor Hap himself had said that practical runes were meant to ‘increase students’ interest’ and would not become the mainstream of the course.

“Professor, are you trying to add a part about making golems?” A witch with long curly hair raised her hand and asked a question.

“Miss Clearwater, have you completely repaired your golem?” Felix raised his eyebrows.

“Not yet, Professor.”

“Then that’s it. When I say practical, I am extracting the most vivid and interesting parts from your possible future careers.”

The three dozen students in the classroom looked at each other, Felix’s words touching a blind spot in their knowledge.

“Grab your wands and book bags and follow me.”

Felix led them to a closed classroom, his finger tapped on the doorknob, and several patterns of runes appeared from thin air with sparks, then quickly disappeared again.

“Click!” The door opened with a crack.

“Adding a few runes subtly to a Locking Spell can effectively resist a regular Unlocking Charm,” Felix told them a little trick. “Of course, there’s nothing to be done if it’s violently broken.”

He pushed open the door, and the student who followed closely behind him peered inside.

The room is pitch black, as if all light has been swallowed up, and they are about to take a closer look when a cold wind blows from inside, sending a jolt through their bodies.

As the wind blew by, there were a few faint cries of crows.

“Professor, this is …” a male wizard asked with some fear, how can this room … be so creepy?

The room is not a lair of some dark wizard, right?

Professor Hap’s calm voice heard, “In 1842, the Ministry of Magic found an ancient wizard’s secret house in a swamp, because time had passed too long, the wards expired, and the house manifested by itself.”

“At that time, the Ministry of Magic organized a group of people to explore the house and its surroundings, and eventually brought back a number of grimoires.”

The students listened quietly, and then they heard Professor Hap say rather proudly, “I looked up a lot of information, and through descriptions and photos, I reproduced the scene at that time.”

“This is where we will have our practical lesson, and I hope you will enjoy it.”