A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 615: Returning to the Origin

Chapter 615: Returning to the Origin

Before leaving, Felix briefly mentioned Percy's report.

Mrs. Bones nodded, indicating she understood. They walked out of the small lounge, where people outside anxiously waited. The ownership of the Serpentwood wand remained a mystery. The Stuart uncle and nephew whispered in the corner.

"Let's go," Felix calmly said.

"Go where?" Melville Stuart asked with widened eyes, glancing at his uncle. Blaise shook his head slightly, so he, like the others, focused their attention back on Felix.

"Wherever the Serpentwood wand originally was, that's where I'll go," Felix said. "As for who it belongs to, that's not my concern. Figure it out among yourselves."

His words carried a hint of bias, and both Uriah and Deputy Headmaster Gregory were pleased. Melville wanted to say something more, but his uncle restrained him, seemingly approving of this approach.

The group left the Minister's office, and the door slammed shut behind them.

Felix couldn't use magic after leaving the Ministry, so people enthusiastically greeted him along the way or saluted him. Passing through the atrium, a few observant Aurors noticed his figure, casting doubtful glances, but before they could react, Felix and the others were already in the red telephone booth, emerging outside.

"Shall we meet at the entrance of Ilvermorny? Is that okay? I'm not familiar with the way, need a guide—Uriah?"

Uriah nodded and walked beside Felix. He glanced at the Deputy Headmaster. "Mr. Gregory, then I'll go with Felix. You—"

"You don't need to worry about me," the Deputy Headmaster said with a smile. Splurt shot him a glare, remaining silent, striding towards a deep alley.

Felix pulled Uriah into Apparition, appearing at the Uagadou School entrance. Uriah looked around, trying to discern the direction, then his mouth widened.

"There seems to be a—"

Black market...? Felix guessed in his mind, unable to help but speculate about what Mr. Headmaster was doing the first time he came here. And he reckoned Mr. Headmaster didn't have the habit of reporting his overseas trips... Well, at least there was a reason this time.

"I've fished around here before," Felix said with interest, surveying the desolate scenery near their landing point. Besides the salty sea waves and washed black stones, there wasn't much to see. However, the memories added some color to this barren beach.

"Next, it's up to you to lead the way."

"Of course."

During the journey, they eventually reached a mountainside. A towering group of buildings appeared in the mist on the mountaintop of Graylock Mountain. For the last stretch, the two walked side by side, and Felix took the opportunity to learn about Uriah's recent progress.

"I've only seen Voldemort once, the day he took the Serpentwood wand," Uriah said softly. While navigating through the woods, he shared his experiences of almost a year, "I've only witnessed his power. After repeated questioning, the Congress appeared quite concerned."

Felix knew the terror of Voldemort's Killing Curse. Moreover, the Serpentwood wand, after centuries of dormancy, revived and found its perfect match. The unfortunate Headmaster might not be weak, but he was certainly careless.

"After that, I joined the Proudroar Team. I didn't do much except for training. The only meaningful thing was leading the team to eradicate a few black markets..." At this point, Uriah cast an odd glance at Felix.

"Just passed the time. Later, news came of Voldemort pillaging everywhere. I applied to lead a team to chase him down, or at least investigate his motives, but the Congress rejected it. Then, around the end of June or early July, a vague message arrived that Voldemort seemed to have fallen."

"But the news was unconfirmed," he calmly added. "By then, the Proudroar Team had ceased to exist, and I left. With a few companions, I came to Britain, coincidentally joining your efforts to capture remnants of dark wizards for the past half month..."

Felix was slightly stunned.

Uriah's experience was indeed peculiar. The American magical Congress was evidently putting on a show to appease their wizarding population, forming a 'revenge team' to quiet domestic dissatisfaction. Yet, they didn't want to make too much noise, drawing Voldemort's attention. There was an interesting question here—were they afraid of Voldemort?

Felix pondered; it might not be certain, but they were certainly wary. They likely knew more insider information from Dumbledore, understanding the terror of Voldemort. Moreover, many members of the Congress had probably experienced the pressure from another dark wizard and were keen not to let the war spread to their side.

"Then Mrs. Bones officially announced the end of the war. In a few days, Mr. Gregory approached me, hoping I could introduce him to Mrs. Bones. You know the rest."

Uriah finished.

Felix nodded. As they walked along a winding stream, white mist rose above the creek. He then asked, "Is the Stuart family well-known?"

Uriah looked strange.

"In some aspects, yes. This history dates back to the early days of the school. The two headmasters had a total of four children: two adopted sons and a pair of biological twin sisters."

"Ah, 'The Chawic Book'," Felix said.

"That was written by Chawic Butte, a highly capable wizard. His descendants still hold a significant position in North America... The other adopted son was named Weber Butte. After growing up, he became a hired Auror. On a mission, he met a beautiful Scottish witch, married her, and followed his wife back to live in England. Of course, what I'm about to say doesn't have much to do with these two adopted sons."

"The fates of the twin sisters were drastically different, probably because each inherited their parents' talents." Uriah sighed, "The younger daughter Leona was born with magical abilities. She grew up, stayed at the school, and became the professor of Dark Arts, unmarried for her entire life. Her twin sister Martha, on the other hand, was a Squib. The Stuart line continued through her—"

Felix nodded. "She chose to leave the magical world?"

He could completely understand the girl's feelings. He could find two similar examples, one being Harry's mother and aunt, both blood-related sisters but only one showing magical talent. According to his speculation, their relationship wasn't good. Another example was Fleurch, whose living environment shared similarities with Martha—living among wizards as a Squib. Fleurch was peculiar and eccentric, prone to venting anger on others.

But Martha Stuart's situation must have been even more awkward because her parents were the founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"...At that time, there were no exclusive wands." Uriah made a small joke, but his expression immediately turned serious. "Martha grew up, got married peacefully, living as a Muggle. She maintained contact with her family, but the connection ceased with her death."

"Over a hundred years later, things took a turn. One of her descendants inherited magical talent, becoming the first head of the Stuart family. When that little boy showed magical abilities, his

elders told him the notes and legends passed down through generations. From his first day at school, he considered himself the descendant of the school's founders, though it was indeed the truth."

"His surname is a problem," Felix reminded Uriah.

Uriah sneered.

"That doesn't matter, because that boy changed his surname back to Stuart upon reaching adulthood, stating 'following family tradition.' Thanks to this bit of fame, he later married a prominent witch from a magical family and, with his wife's help, rebuilt the Stuart family. After that—some speculate he might have left a posthumous order because, since then, every generation of Stuart descendants has sought to marry into prestigious wizarding families as much as possible. It's almost an open secret and a joke: how much of Isolt Sayre's blood does the Stuart family really still have?"

"But thanks to this strategy, the Stuart family has successfully established marital ties with many wizarding families, despite some people disliking their methods and being unwilling to intermarry with them. Including the Calderon-Butte family. But overall, Stuart has remained influential in recent years."

"Like this matter, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry didn't want to make a big fuss and attract criticism..."

Ilvermorny Castle appeared in sight, and Felix saw Mr. Gregory and the Stuart uncle and nephew in the distance. As they approached, Melville provocatively said, "You guys are too slow."

"Did you use the key?" Felix raised an eyebrow, "That does save energy."

Melville's face turned red in an instant. Blaise Stuart put his arm around his nephew's shoulder, saying politely, "Mr. Harp, we've arrived. I'm curious, are you planning to put the Serpentwood wand back in its original position? I mean... plant it back?"

He made a joke, pointing to a fenced area with a deep pit.

"More or less," Felix said with delight.

"Then I'll look forward to it," Blaise Stuart shrugged, squinting as if expecting someone to jump out. At this moment, the main gate of Ilvermorny Castle opened, and about a dozen people walked out from between two large statues, wearing blue and cranberry robes. Felix was not unfamiliar with the colors of Ilvermorny school uniforms—having seen them many times during the Triwizard Tournament. He knew these people must be the professors of the school.

"The one standing in the front is the new headmaster, Mr. Zechariah." Uriah said to Felix.

Felix curiously examined Ilvermorny's new headmaster. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with dark skin, a broad forehead, and gray-white hair. After introductions, Felix took out the Serpentwood wand and walked to the deep pit. The surrounding people quieted down, silently observing him.

Strange hissing sounds emanated from Felix's mouth, resembling the hiss of a snake but much more oppressive. None of the wizards present were afraid of one or two snakes, but they couldn't ignore the hoarse, eerie sound.

The surrounding light dimmed as if swallowing the brightness around Felix.

"What dark magic is this?" Melville covered his ears and shouted, stepping back. His uncle tried to stop him, but it was too late. Some professors showed disdainful looks.

"If I'm not mistaken, that should be Parseltongue." Headmaster Zechariah said with a smile. "The daughter of Isolt Sayre, Leona, inherited this rare ability. Blaise, did you call others?"

Figures of wizards suddenly appeared, and as soon as they appeared, they were stunned by this bizarre scene.

"They are my friends," Blaise Stuart said awkwardly, forcing a smile. His eyes were still fixed on Felix, sensing that his plan had deviated. Felix Harp, a Parselmouth! Where does he come from? Could he also be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, like the Dark Lord?

The Serpentwood wand floated away from Felix's hand, hovering in mid-air. The wand emitted a dazzling light, the hissing sound of a snake magnified a thousand times, and the light around seemed to be randomly mixed, creating an unpredictable array of colors.

Wizards watching were extremely shocked by this scene.

Finally, Felix finished conversing with the Serpentwood wand. In Parseltongue, he said, "Sleep, and from your body, new life will emerge." The Serpentwood wand suddenly turned into a glowing mass and fell straight into the deep pit.

Bright, vibrant grass green light burst forth from the depths of the soil, and the land around the deep pit was suddenly covered with lush green leaves. Then, the brown soil near the center began to wriggle, forming a small mound. A young green sapling stubbornly sprouted, initially no larger than a fist, but it quickly grew, as if under the effects of an Engorgement Charm.

When the sapling grew to a person's height, with branches as thick as an arm, the growth slowed down. Its leaves and roots occasionally flashed with fluorescent patterns. Every time it flickered, the plant would subtly grow taller and wider.

This state could last for a few hours or a few weeks, but the growth was impressive. In no time, it would become lush and green, indistinguishable from what it was before. Students at Ilvermorny could enjoy and even take shade under its branches.

Felix watched his achievement with great satisfaction.

"Now that's a return to the original state. The Serpentwood wand is in a dormant state, and no one can wake it up. Oh, it still retains its excellent healing properties in its leaves." Felix spoke in Parseltongue.

"Mr. Harp, I and the school professors will cast protective spells on the recovered healing Serpentwood. How about letting Uriah take you on a tour of the castle?" Headmaster Zechariah suggested with a smile. "While our library may not be as ancient as Hogwarts, it's certainly not lacking in quantity. I believe you'll find it quite rewarding."

"That would be excellent," Felix agreed. "I'm very interested in the library of Ilvermorny."

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