Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Hermione was still struggling, and Harry raised his hand tremblingly.

"Very well, Potter, whether you succeed or not, add ten points to your courage." Felix nodded with satisfaction, he looked towards others: "He needs an assistant to make him think of some happiness through words Do you have any volunteers?"

Many people at Gryffindor raised their hands.

But Draco also raised his left hand: "Oh, Professor, I'm willing to try. Potter, I have something to tell you, would you not dare?"

Harry said without fear: "It's you, Malfoy."

The two stood facing each other.

"I dare say my words will make you cry, Potter." Draco sneered in a low voice, his voice deliberately low.

Harry stared at his platinum gold hair and said, "You can try it."

Draco squinted his light-colored eyes: "You should have heard Sirius Black's name. "

"So what?"

"Hehe, Potter, if I were you, I will definitely revenge desperately..."

Harry's heart tightened, he knew it! He knows Sirius ·Black is a good friend of my dad! But why does he use the word'revenge'? Suddenly he thought of something, and his stomach churned.

But he said calmly, "What do you want to say?"

"Oh, Potter!" Draco grinned, his eyes flashing maliciously. "Yours Parents, how did you die, don't you know? It's pathetic, surrounded by lies."

"I know." Harry said suddenly.

"What?"

"I know everything, Black is Death Eater. He has taken refuge in Voldemort. He chose wisely... the same as your father back then." Harry pressed his heart down. He started to think of terrifying, and his task now is to fight back. He must never show a cowardly expression in front of the enemy.

"What did you say?" Draco murmured.

Harry said expressionlessly: "You know what I mean, Clan Clan, everyone knows what you are, don't you?"

Draco's pale face was angry because of anger. And he became ruddy, "How dare you! Potter..."

"What's not to dare?" Harry smiled happily, and he couldn't breathe because of the sudden surge of depression. , He must find a way to vent, otherwise he will yell desperately.

He leaned in front of Draco, and they were very close to each other. Harry could even see his spouting nose. He whispered, "Malfoy, your family is Voldemort's running dog. , Worse than any pure-blood family with a backbone. You think you are proud? But you are wrong! The shame of the surname Malfoy will stay with you forever!"

"You, you... Draco's mind was in confusion. He retorted loudly, "My house is not a running dog of you know who!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise, they could only hear the two whispering before. .

But at least this sentence, they heard clearly.

"Really? You call Voldemort to listen." Harry also let go of the volume so that everyone can hear what he said.

The whole class became silent, deathly silence.

Felix waved wand to separate the two a little bit. "Okay, the test is over. Potter, Malfoy, go back to your seat."

Others looked towards the golden speculum above the table, which was shining with dazzling rays of light.

In the excitement of Ron's "Good job, Harry!" Harry sat down again, and now he was in the mood to think about the thought that had just passed.

Vengeance, revenge, what counts as revenge?

Unless Sirius Black did something sorry for him first.

The news he got from Hermione before was that Black and his father were good friends at school, and they violated many school rules together. He, Hermione, and Ron speculated that the relationship between the two people, as Black joined Death Eater, broke completely and became an enemy.

Black escaped from prison to chase him, but also to restore his master Voldemort's strength, just like Professor Quirrell of First Year, there is no personal grievances in it.

But Harry found out that he was wrong, so wrong.

From Mr. Weasley's attitude to the "revenge" mentioned by Malfoy, he suddenly had an incredible idea.

Harry muddleheaded underground get out of class, even if Professor Haip asked everyone to come forward to choose their favorite magic puppet, he just took one at random.

Hermione happily hugged a puppet with ice blue hair. She saw the expression on Harry's face, "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

"Nothing." He Stumbled away, Ron shouted "Where are you going? We should go to the auditorium for dinner." But he didn't notice at all, carrying a schoolbag in one hand and a black-haired puppet in the other, and went straight back to dormitory.

There was no one in dormitory. He opened the box under the bed and pulled aside the clothes piled on top until he saw a leather magic album-it was given by Hagrid two years ago. His, he will look through it from time to time.

Harry couldn't wait to turn over, the first page, the second page, and then his breathing stopped.

His eyes stopped on the photo of his parents' wedding day. His father smiled and waved at him. Mother was radiant with happiness, and they held hands together.

Beside his father, there is a handsome, smiling man with black hair. His face is not sunken because of his imprisonment, and his hair is not tangled together, but Harry recognizes it at a glance. This person is out——

Sirius ·Black!

Harry felt dizzy, and his heart jumped. His stomach was constantly surging, which was stronger than the feeling after being specially trained by Professor Haip, but he suddenly felt a strong emotion.

Thoughts of revenge kept eating away at his heart. He grabbed the wand beside him and clenched it tightly.

'Maybe I should walk out of Hogwarts, find the man, and... kill him! '

But the thought was interrupted, "Harry!" Ron and Hermione walked into dormitory, looking at him worriedly.

Harry's tight heart became relaxed, and he put out a breath deeply.

……

Later in the day, Felix planned to visit Hagrid. In the Forbidden Forest adventure last year, he saw a lot of magical creatures, maybe Recommend to Hagrid.

For example, the young Unicorn, or Fairy Maiden Hua who looks silly.

But a Phoenix with brilliant feathers appeared in front of him, and he looked at it in surprise: "Fawkes? Dumbledore looking for me?"

Phoenix nodded, it fell to Felix On his shoulders, he appeared in the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore was sitting behind the long-leg table, dressed very formally, as if he was about to go out, or had just returned from the outside. His expression was serious, and he didn't smile until he saw Felix.

"Felix, forgive me for calling you over so late."

"What's the matter, Dumbledore?"

"I heard you were in class The seven kinds of spectacles introduced above...One of them can be targeted to find a specific person?"

"Yes, but you need that person's hair or body tissue or something." Felix replied , He was also thinking about Dumbledore's intentions.

"It just meets your requirements." Dumbledore lifted a piece of red cloth, and a few black hairs stopped lying on it.

"This is..." Felix had already guessed.

"Sirius Black's hair." Dumbledore lowered his eyes, said solemnly.