A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Harry suddenly understood Dumbledore's emphasis on "choice". Over the past few months, he had encountered too many excellent wizards in the Pensieve. They all appeared differently at first, sometimes even seeming peculiar and clumsy, like Mr. Newt Scamander...

In the evening, Felix suddenly appeared in the office.

He had just returned from outside, to be precise, from an altitude of over ten thousand meters. Apart from the slightly low temperature, there were no other effects. He had originally wanted to fly through the thick clouds to explore higher altitudes, but he thought better of it.

Just consider it as taking a walk after dinner.

As he returned, Valen, who was sitting on the sofa mixing juice, pointed towards the window. A silver phoenix guardian spirit was quietly perched there.

"Felix, I hope you come over for a visit," Dumbledore's voice said.

So Felix turned and walked out of the room. "I'll take you out for a walk another day," Valen waved to him.

In the headmaster's office, the spacious room was brightly lit, with thick darkness outside the window. Dumbledore sat behind the long-legged table. As soon as he saw Felix, he put down the newspaper in his hand and walked around the table to stand in front of him.

"I want to show you something," he said directly.

"No, it's not that," he said briefly.

Wisp of smoke emanated from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, quickly condensing into an image in mid-air. Felix glanced at it, his gaze becoming solemn. He strode over and stared intently at the procession of people and buildings in the image.

"The Ministry building?" Felix turned his head.

Dumbledore nodded, then gestured with his finger for him to look in a certain direction.

Felix refocused his attention on the image. He seemed to ignore the extreme slogans held by the protesters in the procession and kept scanning. Dumbledore didn't just want him to see these; then...

On the open space in front of the building, Rita Skeeter, obviously dressed up, was holding a microphone and occupying a prominent position.

"Rita Skeeter?" Felix chuckled incredulously. "That's unexpected. And her position seems unexpectedly high."

"That's the crux of the problem," Dumbledore said. "This image was shown by Grindelwald when he applied. I know he has the ability of prophecy, of course, only to see some fragments of the future."

"I guess he certainly doesn't know Rita Skeeter," Felix said with a smile.

"Skeeter's sharp words are far more recognizable than her appearance," Dumbledore agreed. "And they probably missed each other. Skeeter seemed to disappear from the wizarding world this year, and it took me some time to find her at the Muggle newspaper office."

Felix blinked, remembering that he had recommended this woman to Amelia Bones.

"Since then, I have been closely following her movements. I don't think that newspaper is a good place to go; the work environment is much more complicated than the Daily Prophet, but she has undoubtedly adapted well. With a series of reports on gun control movements, she has become famous and is expected to receive a prestigious journalism award..."

"This is definitely a pleasant surprise for her," Felix said with emotion.

"My current question is," Dumbledore looked at him with interest, "does she intend to live as a double-sided reporter all the time? I know some wizards have independent identities in the Muggle world—not just a name, but a more specific profession—but it's rare for people like her who are active on both sides."

Felix hesitated for a moment.

"Amelia gave her a one-year assignment, but from what I know about Rita Skeeter, she is reluctant to give up the reputation she has worked so hard to build on the other side, so she may actively maintain this lifestyle after the mission ends. As for how long specifically... no one can predict."

"Yeah, no one can predict."

Dumbledore said softly, lost in thought. After a while, he came back to himself and said, "Felix, there's another, more important matter."

Now Felix was curious.

"About Grindelwald?" he asked tentatively.

Grindelwald had just delivered an almost surrendering speech during the day. Did Dumbledore change his mind so quickly? Felix pondered the implications of this move, not just the issue of having another dark wizard colleague, but the series of changes it would bring.

The attitude of the Ministry, the commitments of the International Confederation of Wizards...

Of course, none of these were important to Felix. What was noteworthy was the increased risk of exposure if Grindelwald were allowed to stay at Hogwarts for a long time.

The words spoken by DeWitt, who once disguised himself as a devout and fervent saint but was actually an ambitious man, were actually quite reasonable: 'In the end, leaking information is almost inevitable. At that time, the eyes of the whole world will be focused on Hogwarts, and even with Dumbledore's current status, it will be difficult to withstand...'

"I exchanged letters with my successor, Mr. Babajide Akingbade, the new Chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards," Dumbledore said solemnly. "After the exams this year, they will send someone to take Grindelwald back to Nurmengard."

Felix looked at him in astonishment.

"When did this happen?"

"Just last night."

Felix looked strangely at the old man in front of him. This decision was much more decisive than he had imagined. Did Dumbledore just decide to send Grindelwald back to prison like this? He thought Dumbledore had softened after learning about the Blood Pact from Harry.

"So... what do you need me to do?"

"I'm worried that there might be accidents if Grindelwald finds out. I hope you can keep an eye on him during this time, and..." Dumbledore paused, the silver beard trembling slightly, "Do you know the spell that confines his magical powers?"

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