A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

Dumbledore was intrigued. "You mean—if I heard correctly—you want to combine alchemy with Muggle items?"

Felix seemed quite excited, and he spoke eloquently, "Yes, but this is only the initial stage, which is to modify Muggle items and turn them into magical artifacts. For example, an air conditioner is a cooling device that can keep the indoor temperature constant within a comfortable range. Muggles need electricity—that is, a kind of energy source—to power it, but converting it into a magical artifact is much simpler. The core is a freezing charm plus a detection charm."

"Of course, we need to consider the issue of stability, which requires the use of ancient magic runes."

“What I’m doing now goes a step further: combining Muggle wisdom with wizarding magic. You know, Muggles always have a lot of novel ideas, and some of their ideas are difficult to turn into reality, but if magic is added, it becomes very simple!”

Dumbledore nodded and commented, "The first step is transformation, the second step is creation. A brilliant idea."

The two discussed this issue for a long time, a full three hours, before Dumbledore suddenly realized what had happened. He had indeed been unconsciously engrossed in his discussion with Felix, who was arguably one of the most outstanding students he had encountered in recent decades.

Especially with my advice, this student, after three years of reflection, has burst forth with brilliant talent!

Despite being a Slytherin.

It's a pity he was a Slytherin!

Dumbledore remained silent, hesitating, as if time had suddenly rewound fifty years.

It's so similar, it's really so similar!

Born in the same Muggle orphanage, a Slytherin, equally excellent and polite, and equally obsessed with power, how should he choose?

Time has proven that his choice decades ago may have been wrong. If he hadn't used magical flames to force the boy to admit his mistake, if he had shown more concern back then, or even if he had discovered the boy's wolfish ambitions earlier, perhaps a terrifying Dark Lord would never have emerged.

So what about now?

It seems that the same choice is facing him again. How should he decide?

The old man seemed somewhat dazed. He looked at the young, handsome, and outstanding student opposite him and seemed to see the shadow of another person.

Voldemort!

Felix, on the other hand, seemed puzzled. "I was telling the truth, albeit selectively. We were just having a good chat, so why does Dumbledore look so complicated and sorrowful now?"

What did he say wrong?

Did it sting him?

What is going on?

Felix has a headache!

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Silence returned to the principal's office.

After a long while, Dumbledore seemed to come to his senses; he had made his decision.

Dumbledore carefully chose his words, "I'm sorry, Felix, Professor Boubbagi has no intention of retiring..."

Felix looked disappointed.

“However,” Dumbledore said quickly, “it’s clear you’re quite skilled in ancient runes.”

“Yes, Headmaster.” Felix thought of something, suppressed the glimmer of hope that rose in his heart, and stared intently at Dumbledore.

The old man opposite him didn't beat around the bush and stated his thoughts directly, "I hope you will come and teach ancient magic script. I wonder if you would be willing?"

“Of course I would!” Felix blurted out, then slowed his pace: “Yes, I would. But, Professor Barbling…”

“Ah, Bathilda,” Dumbledore murmured, seemingly sighing, before explaining, “she has served Hogwarts for over fifty years, and for the past few years she has longed to take a break and see the changes in the world.”

"Take a break? You mean I should temporarily take over the ancient runes? For a year? Or a semester?" Felix frowned slightly; this was not what he wanted.

Hogwarts has an incredibly rich library, and becoming a professor there would bring numerous advantages. He's not looking for a year or two, he's aiming for at least five or ten years, isn't he?

Dumbledore chuckled, his silver beard trembling, and he pointed out in a serious tone, "Felix, Professor Barbling is not a pure wizard. She has a magical bloodline, which makes her—see time differently from us."

Other bloodlines? Felix recalled Professor Baburin's appearance; she seemed unchanged from enrollment to graduation...

Is she mixed-race? Mixed-race with other humanoid races?

That's possible. Such beings are not uncommon in the magical world; the most common hybrids are those between humans and giants, Veela, dwarves, or fairies. As far as he knows, there's more than one at the school.

Before he could come to a conclusion, he heard Dumbledore continue, "Professor Barbling thinks it's perfectly normal to take a sabbatical for ten or twenty years. In fact, when she complained to me about not having a sabbatical, she recommended a few names to replace her, including you, Felix."

Felix suddenly realized that he had a good relationship with this professor. Although he was unable to choose ancient magic script in his sixth and seventh years, he had always consulted her during his self-study and they had kept in touch even after graduation.

It can be said that, apart from Dumbledore, Professor Barbling was the only professor who maintained frequent contact with him after graduation.

Professor Dumbledore said, "Your arrival will make Professor Barbling very happy. She has accumulated many wishes over the years, enough to fill an entire parchment."

Felix, seeing such a good opportunity, naturally nodded vigorously in agreement.

As Felix walked out of the principal's office, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Although the interview had been somewhat bumpy, the result was ultimately good. He was finally back home.

The heart of the British wizarding world—Hogwarts. This time, as a professor.

After calming himself down, he returned to Professor McGonagall's office and happened to see the figure of a phoenix Patronus disappear. It dawned on him that Dumbledore had already informed Professor McGonagall of the results through the Patronus.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses. "I've already received a message from Dumbledore, Felix—no, I should call you Professor Hyp now."

"You can still call me Felix; I will always be your student."

Professor McGonagall gave a slight humph. "Professor Snape might not be so pleased."

Felix scratched his head; he had once infuriated Snape. But McGonagall quickly moved on from the topic. She waved her wand, and a dozen or so parchments flew out of a large cabinet in her office. These parchments were neatly stacked, reflecting their owner's serious and meticulous nature.

"These are your class schedules, student lists, duties and rights, purchased items, and other things I personally think you'll need. Of course, the most pressing question is whether your teaching materials need to be changed?"

"Textbook?" Felix asked, somewhat puzzled.

“That’s right, textbooks,” McGonagall repeated. “Many professors have their own teaching philosophies, and Hogwarts encourages this in principle, so they can decide for themselves how to teach, the ratio of theory to practice, and of course, the selection of textbooks.”

McGonagall glanced at him. "I know you also wrote a book in ancient runes."

Felix understood, considered for a moment, and decided not to make any changes. "Professor Babling's teaching materials are very good; I benefited greatly from them when I was in school."

“Alright.” Professor McGonagall seemed noncommittal about his action, but Felix heard her mutter something softly, too quietly for him to hear, though it seemed to involve another professor.

"If only... the professor were like that..."

Felix didn't want to ask, as he was a rookie professor and didn't want to cause any trouble before officially starting his job.

As a Slytherin, he was very purposeful in his actions.

After a moment, Professor McGonagall looked up at the motionless Felix and said, "Professor Hyp, you can leave now. We will mail you a formal letter of appointment and your start date. Any additional information will also be included with the letter."

Felix smiled. "Professor McGonagall, I'd like to do some more preparation. You know, although I have some achievements in the field of magic, I am still very young, and I don't have any relevant teaching experience. In this respect, you are very experienced, and I really need your guidance."

Felix wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he noticed that Professor McGonagall seemed to smile. Of course, it could also be that her lips twitched; he’d heard that people who always had a serious face were prone to facial paralysis.

Felix's mind was filled with nonsensical thoughts.

“Felix, you’re always so polite,” McGonagall remarked, then politely stopped her work. “What would you like to know?”

"I'd like to see the student information first, such as academic performance, the number of students in each year of each house, some outstanding or well-known junior wizards, and it would be even better if there were evaluations of each individual."

Professor McGonagall glanced at him, silently waved her wand, and the cabinet door swung open with a clatter, releasing a shower of parchment scrolls. Felix quickly pulled out his wand and waved it gently, turning a quill on the table into a long table.

Professor McGonagall understood and stacked the parchment scrolls on the long table. "A wonderful transfiguration."

"I can't do without your guidance," Felix said modestly.

“I remember that your Transfiguration skills weren’t highly regarded in your first three years of schooling.”

Felix felt a little embarrassed. At the time, he was busy subduing the seventh-grade snakes and didn't have enough time to practice spells every day, let alone time to practice Transfiguration. That was good enough.

It was only later that he picked up Transfiguration again.

Professor McGonagall didn't dwell on his grades because she was well aware of Felix's situation at the time. To be honest, she had always been critical of using the Sorting Hat for sorting, and for a long time she believed that Felix should have been sorted into Gryffindor.

Just look at that reckless, cough cough, brave spirit, who would believe he wasn't Gryffindor!

Even among the lion cubs, he was the most reckless!

"Here is the information you requested, but there are no comments. Regarding some outstanding young wizards, I can only speak from my own perspective and mention some names of Gryffindor House."

“That’s very useful too.” Felix wasn’t picky.

“Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley in sixth grade, Arya Spinnet and Angelina Johnson in fourth grade, Hermione Granger in second grade,” McGonagall then pursed her lips, “and of course the Weasley twins, Fred and George, good heavens, if only they put half that energy of their mischief into their studies…”

"Is that all? I remember the famous Harry Potter also enrolled, right? Isn't he in Gryffindor?" Felix was a little curious; in both his past and present lives, that name had struck him like a thunderbolt.

“Harry…” It was clear that this name made her even more conflicted.

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What kind of person was Harry Potter?

Professor McGonagall is definitely one of the most qualified people to answer this question. To be fair, apart from a certain unnamed Potions professor, the other faculty members have a good impression of Harry.

He is sincere, polite, and has a strong sense of justice; but on the other hand, he is also "slightly" impulsive and reckless—which is not entirely a bad thing, at least it fits the image of a little lion.

However, the above are all evaluations of personality. If we consider academic performance...

I can only say that I can't go into details! If I could, I'd say it has huge potential!

It's exactly the same routine some teachers used at parent-teacher meetings in my previous life.

Finally, Professor McGonagall described Harry as follows: "Harry is a very friendly little wizard, and he plays Quidditch very well."

Felix was a bit bewildered. I asked him what subjects he was good at, and you're telling me he's friendly? Is there nothing else to praise him for besides that?

But being good at Quidditch... he seems to have a lot of athletic talent!

To be honest, Felix was a little envious. Not of the thrill of being a star on the Quidditch pitch, but because, in his opinion, someone with good athletic talent was at least half a dueling prospect.

What determines a duel? The power of spells, casting skills, mindset, experience, and reaction speed.

It's fair to say he possesses all four of the first four traits, but his reaction speed is only so-so, barely enough to hold him back. However, don't underestimate Felix; thanks to his cheat ability, the power of his spells far exceeds what he should be capable of.

As early as the end of his fourth year, he was able to stand and fight three adult wizards to the death, forcibly breaking through their defenses.

Not to mention him now.

Take, for example, a potions professor who wishes to remain anonymous. Compared to him, Felix's magical theories may be slightly inferior due to his age, but the power of his spells is definitely far superior.

And all of this was achieved through his tireless efforts day and night!

Can you believe that he practiced a main attack spell tens of thousands of times? Take one of his strongest attack spells, "Petrify All," for example. This spell was the first magic he came into contact with, and he now rates it as level 6 at best, unable to break through to level 7.

There was no other reason than that his magical foundation couldn't sustain him as he continued forward.