Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

September 1.

Felix got up early, transited through Diagon Alley, and returned to London.

He is going to make purchases for the new school year.

In addition to updating his movie film library, he also bought a lot of the latest books and clothes, but most importantly, he found a map shop.

This is a small shop with a sense of time. On the simple brown shelf, there are various kinds of maps.

There are both local maps of London and maps of the British Isles, with different uses-aerial photos, tourist maps, traffic maps...

When Felix is ​​ready to buy When there was a thick atlas, he asked the clerk, "Have you heard of Grimmauld Place?"

The clerk pushed the glasses and lifted it from the colorful picture book in front of him. Head...

So thirty minutes later, he was standing in a run-down block in the Old Town of London.

The houses here are quite old, with peeling walls, exposing large areas of ugly gray. Frankly speaking, the old house of House of Black is hidden here. He didn't expect it.

He walked around. Some houses were still inhabited by people, but some houses were obviously abandoned-there was a lot of garbage piled at the door, and the windows were broken.

On a more barren lawn, his eyes fell on a house, and the house number on it was Grimmauld Place 11.

He looked to both sides, number 10 on the left and number 13 on the right.

"Interesting, even the sight of the wizard is cut off?"

Felix stood there, constantly examining something.

An Old Lady walked slowly with a cloth bag, "youngster, what are you doing?"

"Visit a pen pal, madam. The address given is not quite clear, I'm trying to identify." Felix prevarication.

"I have lived here for more than fifty years, from birth...maybe I can help, tell me."

"Uh, old West London Grimmauld Place in the city, the house number at the back is blurred, I guess it is number 12." Felix looked at the enthusiastic Old Lady somewhat helplessly.

"No. 12? This impossible, youngster, there is no such house." Old Lady raised the volume, "You must have remembered wrong...or your friend had a bad drive with you A joke."

"I also find it strange," Felix pointed to the house in front of him: "This is number 11, over there is number 13, speaking of which, but there is no number 12..."

Old Lady let out a hearty laugh: "...you are not alone in this doubt." She blinked, lowered the volume and said, "This is a mistake. I heard my grandmother say, oh, She also listened to other people's words. Back then, the people who built the house were all idiots. The workers had completed their work. From the current point of view, it was not bad. But they put the wrong house number, and the city hall checked it. I didn’t find it, and the error stayed in this way."

"In my impression, some people have given feedback several times over the years, but there is no response. You know, it’s not taken seriously here at all, maybe again. After more than ten years, it was demolished, in the name of being obstructive... Anyway, I would not agree, nor would I let my grandson agree-he was only two years old, but what do you say? As soon as possible, there are always some traditions to keep." She tilted her head and said wittyly.

This Old Lady is quite talkative. From her mouth, Felix also knows some unreliable legends.

For example, “12 Grimmauld Place is real, it’s a haunted house.” Or, “The workers didn’t put the wrong house number back then. A nobleman bought it, but then the house was Disappeared..."

Felix is ​​very interested in these legends, and from time to time he gives out a few admirations to make Old Lady more satisfied with his eyes, "There are not many youngsters like you who know how to respect the elderly, no Like the one next to me, there was still a stereo in the middle of the night, making people disturbed. I knocked on the door several times and it was useless."

Felix handed her a small card for a moment. , Old Lady seems to see a golden light flashing on the surface of the card, but it may also be reflected sunlight.

"Madam, you can write a memo letter on it and stuff the family along the crack of the door to warn them to pay attention to the feelings of others. Well, it's better to attach the police call."

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"Will it work?" Old Lady took the card suspiciously, "The people on our side are not very polite."

"Try it, it won't get worse. "

After declining her invitation, Felix imposed a Disillusionment Charm for herself and stood quietly in place.

Some people pass by in the block from time to time, but no one pays attention to him.

As it was almost noon, he took out the wand and swiped continuously, pulling away the layers of mist, his body seemed to be squeezed into the air.

His silhouette disappeared.

In a crack, Felix struggled forward, but soon after he was blocked by an air wall, which was a brilliant magic barrier.

Immediately he heard a harsh scream, it was too ugly, Felix couldn't help shivering, and after a few seconds, he was repelled by a huge force. Stand back on the lawn of Grimmauld Place.

"Someone inside?"

Felix said in amazement,'Black headmaster didn't mention this...' But thinking about it, he thinks it might be house elf. .

After hesitating for a moment, Felix chose to leave. He can indeed squeeze in again and break through the barrier with his profound magic skills, but this time may last for an hour or two, or even several days.

If someone inside, whether it is a wizard or a house elf, will not be indifferent in the face of his attack.

'At least I know this place. '

Felix looked deeply, silhouette disappeared.

...

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts express train.

"Did you see that, Harry? Malfoy is just a coward, and he slipped away when he saw a professor. It's in line with the tradition of their family!" Ron said a little bit harshly, but it can't be blamed. He, because Malfoy had just laughed at his family.

"Ron," Hermione shrieked, pointing at the professor lying on the small table. "Be careful..."

The three of them glanced, and the desolate professor was still asleep. They continued to talk, but their voices dropped a lot.

"I mean it. If he dares to make fun of my family, I will grab his head—Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.

"What?"

"You are too calm, so did Malfoy when he was there. You just pulled out wand so naturally and looked at Malfoy as if he was a caterpillar. Yes."

"I feel that way too, Harry." Hermione said seriously.

Harry scratched his head: "Maybe it has something to do with me getting stronger? When Malfoy provoked us, I didn't feel much anger, it was like watching a performance. Very strange..."

He looked at Ron and Hermione and said in an uncertain tone: "I think it might be because even if I really do it, I can win easily. I expected this result in advance."

Ron made a weird cry, "It's so cool, buddy!"

"Be quiet, Ron—" Hermione reminded him.

But he didn't pay attention at all, and excitedly said: "Tell us about the details of Professor Haip's special training for you, Harry! I really envy you!"

Harry helplessly Repeated: "To be honest, it was not a pleasant experience. I don't know how I persisted, but Professor Haip said, the opportunity is rare..."

He began to talk, Ron Both Hermione and Hermione stared at him intently.

No one noticed, the professor who was asleep quietly, his body trembled slightly.