A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 613: Clash at the Dining Table - (1)

Chapter 613: Clash at the Dining Table

The next day, Felix Harp had breakfast in the Great Hall.

After finishing his sandwich and minced meat pie, he picked up a slice of bread. He flicked his fingers, and the raspberry jam on the distant plate moved slightly but did not fly over. Felix raised his head to find that Grindelwald was also staring at the jam plate.

Compared to Felix, Grindelwald's breakfast was much simpler—just porridge with bread, accompanied by a cup of milk.

Although simple, it was far from ordinary. Sweet pumpkin porridge paired with freshly baked, soft, and crispy small bread, surrounded by scattered plates with butter, jam, honey, cheese, and thinly sliced sausages and bacon.

His bread was already spread with butter, probably influenced by tasting the nearby strawberry jam. This time, he eyed the raspberry jam, coincidentally conflicting with Felix's choice.

The two subtly competed.

Under the influence of magic, the small plates danced, producing crisp and pleasant sounds.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, sitting between them, noticed the happening at the dining table. They were indifferent to the entertaining episode because it wasn't the first time. Last time, these two conjured magic from the thin air on campus, impressing Hogwarts professors with their magical prowess.

They couldn't fathom why the new professor had an exclusive wand. Wasn't that a symbol of being a Squib? They didn't delve into it, partly due to unfamiliarity, and partly because everyone had their own speculations. The magical world never lacked anomalies, and a magical experiment could lead to injuries that were beyond remedy. They feared it might touch upon hidden secrets.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, leaned forward with his long arm, dispersed the magic entangling the plates, and pulled the plate towards himself. He leisurely spread a thick layer of jam on his bread, casually asking, "Elderly people like something sweet and sour. My personal favorite. Would you like to try?"

"For me, strawberry jam is just as good," Felix said.

"Oh, it's raspberry," Grindelwald whispered. "I thought it was cherry jam."

The professors, having seen enough excitement, focused on their meals. At that moment, a rustling sound came from above. Several owls flew into the Great Hall through the open windows. Everyone, including Grindelwald, received mail.

Naturally, Felix received the most mail, as he had just accomplished a significant feat yesterday. He quickly counted out five knuts, placed them in a pouch tied to the owl's leg, and the owl dropped "The Prophet," deftly picked up a cookie, and flew away.

He casually placed the newspaper aside and dealt with the restless owls between them.

"May I?" Felix looked up, and Grindelwald was speaking, his eyes fixed on the newspaper. Felix smiled slightly, "Please." His gaze, however, swept over a large package in front of Grindelwald. He wondered who would send something to Grindelwald. Could it be Harry?

Grindelwald took the newspaper, and after a while, he silently grinned.

"What a grand affair."

The professors were reading the newspaper. They looked like they had found something intriguing, widening their eyes and occasionally glancing at Felix. Professor Flitwick even dropped his fork without noticing. At that moment, apart from the sound of flipping through the newspaper and the fluttering of owl wings, silence dominated the dining table.

Even Dumbledore opened a tightly sealed letter and read its contents with a serious expression.

Felix finally finished dealing with the owl mail, and he lined them up, stuffing a piece of cookie into each owl's mouth before watching them fly away. At that moment, Professor Flitwick excitedly exclaimed, reading from the newspaper:

"Felix, listen to this—just yesterday morning, Felix Harp, Hogwarts professor, Order of Merlin First Class recipient, Saint Mungo's Healing Medal recipient, member of the Wizengamot, founder of 'Future World' company, instigator of the ancient magical literature revival, Legilimens, internationally renowned wizard, Mr. Felix Harp, once again steps into our view. This time, he unveiled a groundbreaking product at the headquarters of the 'Future World' company, named the 'Exclusive Wand,' an auxiliary magical device that has left numerous wizards in awe and astonishment, sparking heated discussions... truly amazing!"

Felix blinked, collecting a stack of personal letters and putting them in his pocket. freēwēbnovel.com

"Is it about yesterday's press conference? I haven't had a chance to look, but I estimate it will stir up considerable controversy—"

"More than controversy, absolutely—," exclaimed Flitwick, standing on his chair, leaning on the table, and flipping the newspaper with a loud noise, "you should take a look."

"I've read it. Here, for you, very interesting," Grindelwald said, handing over the newspaper. Felix glanced at the bold headline on the front page of the newspaper: Exclusive Wand, a groundbreaking invention.

He took the newspaper, read it carefully, while Grindelwald leisurely unwrapped his large package. One corner of the already opened package seemed to contain various magazines.

By this time, Felix had read the content that Flitwick had just read aloud:

The Exclusive Wand is undoubtedly a groundbreaking invention with extraordinary potential in various fields. The author hastily interviewed the most qualified professional to evaluate this matter—renowned wand maker Ollivander. He expressed strong interest in collaborating with Mr. Harp, and the resulting discussions (even controversies) have their own opinions from Mr. Ollivander. "I knew he would make a big impact—earlier than anyone else, from the day he first entered my little shop... yes, I understand wands. Just like the way he was favored by the ebony wand, he himself showed certain outstanding qualities early on, unique, always knowing what he wanted. I can give many examples..."

Felix skipped some flattering remarks.

"...However, the appearance of the Exclusive Wand has also made some knowledgeable people worried. An unnamed Ministry of Magic official admitted that this would bring heavy pressure to the magical world's confidentiality work, perhaps unbearable. He emphasized repeatedly that 'this is a good thing,' but when turning around, he complained to reporters."

"Many people underestimate the number of Squibs. They are inconspicuous, almost impossible to detect in ordinary times, like invisible people. This is because the number of Squibs choosing to stay in the magical world is rare. They are mostly scattered in Muggle communities, occasionally appearing in Diagon Alley to purchase necessities. But after the news of the Exclusive Wand was released, in just two or three days, more than three hundred Squibs came to inquire and register. And the news hasn't even spread widely."

After an in-depth investigation, the author obtained even more astonishing information.

Due to the Ministry of Magic not keeping records of Squib births, most of them and their descendants survive as Muggles. This makes our understanding only the tip of the iceberg. The actual number of Squibs may exceed the current number of wizards. If they each have an Exclusive Wand, it will cause a huge impact on our society and, similarly, increase the risk of the magical world being exposed to the world.

The author hopes that the authorities will carefully consider the examination and distribution of Exclusive Wands...

It is reported that

the concept of magical frequency was discovered and named by Hermione Granger, a Hogwarts student, during her time at school. The public's impression of this name may still be stuck in the time when she represented Britain and won the final trophy during the Triwizard Tournament. However, the fact is, she is also from a Muggle family. She achieved O.W.Ls with outstanding grades this year, made significant contributions in the fight against the Dark Lord, and, along with her companions, was awarded the Order of Merlin Second Class.

Miss Granger and her Muggle parents also attended the press conference. Now we have reason to speculate that the 'Muggle identity' might need to be questioned.

It is worth mentioning that she became Mr. Harp's assistant in her second year and was one of the earliest members of the Magical Text Society (commonly known as the Serpent Club). She has an astonishing number of published papers, totaling 42...

"Is she your disciple? That Granger?"

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