Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Harry finally realized the feeling of "squeezing out of the rubber tube" in Ron's mouth. He felt that this description was somewhat casually. Pressure came from all directions, the tympanic membrane gave a strong warning, and his chest was like He couldn't breathe like putting on a few layers of iron hoops.

If it were in reality, the sweat on his body should wet his clothes.

Not only Harry, Ron and Hermione can't bear it either. They insisted twice and decided to quit. Harry asked: "If we can't adapt, will we stay stuck at this level?"

"If you can't even adapt to the appearance of your followers, let alone keep you focused and mobilize magic power." Professor Haip advised, "You are still young, so there is no need to worry."

common room.

The three opened their eyes at the same time. "It's cool, isn't it?" Harry said.

Ron smiled and said, "It's more than cool, it's so cool!" He put a hand on his forehead and put a weird posture, "I am a stupid boy from the country."

Harry laughed heartily up and saw Hermione's unfathomable mystery.

"Gentlemen, is this the latest popular what a joke?"

"Oh, Hermione, this is a sentence from the "young wizard Mick fortuitous encounter", Whenever Mick saw something he didn’t recognize, he would say so..."

Hermione shrugged and said dryly, "It's really interesting."

Then, Day One Every day passed, Felix successfully added the alarm spell to Marauder's Map, and the rest is to hand it over to time and let time brew everything.

When Harry handed him Disapparation's thesis and the untitled book, he was surprised to find that a month had passed.

In March, the weather became clearer. Looking at the direction of the Forbidden Forest from the castle, you can already see obvious green, but the wind has also increased. The bitter wind hurts people’s faces. The feathers are rolled up every time the owl appears in the auditorium, which makes these responsible little fellows grumpy. If you cannot remove the letter in time and add a few owl grains, they will peck your hand angrily.

Felix completed his portrait and sent it to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. For him, the most time-consuming thing is not to inject memory, but to apply defensive magic.

If anyone dares to use Stunning Spell for his portrait, that person will definitely find that there is a huge'surprise' waiting for him-originally Felix didn't think so much, but the number of times he reads books in Black House More, naturally there will be this worry.

This is the first time that he has learned so deeply about the home of a pure-blooded nobleman. The traces of magic can be seen almost every two or three steps. He regards it as a relic buried deep underground and seen again. , With the true and false stories heard from Mundugus, it is not interesting.

Felix also found out one thing by the way. Kreacher had known him for a long time. The ugly scream he heard when he tried to forcibly break into Black’s old house for the first time belonged to this. The old house elf.

"What can Kreacher do? When you find someone trying to break in, you can only activate the defensive magic in the house."

……

Grimmauld Place No. 12.

"So you already knew this!" Sirius said in surprise.

"I told you, I got a little help from the House of Black." Felix curled up his mouth.

"Who told you?" Sirius asked, "Wait-Phineas · Nigellus · Black, my great-grandfather! You asked me where his portrait was located at the time! "

He said sarcastically: "His portrait is more sensible than when he was alive. Could it be that something went wrong in the memory?"

Felix whispered, "He hopes I can spare you, the only descendant of House of Black-under Dumbledore's nose, even though you were Azkaban's most notorious fugitive."

"..."

"Although you are now too." He added another sentence.

Sirius looked at him wordlessly, and said grimly: "Thank you for reminding me, you make me feel like a bastard who is impossible to tell good from bad, but if you know how I lived as a child... count Nothing, I’m going to stare at Marauder's Map."

"Marauder's Map has an alarm spell and no one needs to watch it."

"Then I'll go to Pack's room!" He Said angrily.

Felix is ​​no longer teasing him, his expression becomes serious: "Speaking of business, I am here to tell you, don't come to my office recently, and I won't come. People from Ministry of Magic are here. "

Sirius froze for a moment: "Ministry of Magic? Come to Hogwarts, why?"

"Because of you," Felix said, "There is no more arrogant fugitive than you. Ministry of Magic has deployed an inescapable net, but you still show up in Hogwarts, less than three hundred steps from the gate of the castle."

"Dumbledore's previous reasons for insisting were overturned, and the school is no longer safe. , The parents sent him letters one by one, and he had to compromise... Now the abandoned classroom next door to Filch has been changed to a temporary station for Ministry of Magic."

Sirius said embarrassingly: "I I didn’t think so much. I flipped over two wands from the dark wizard of Knockturn Alley, and the smuggled Polyjuice Potion. This plan naturally appeared."

Felix shook his head and he extended the hand arm. "Marauder's Map Accio!" A pile of parchment "sou" with Accio, turned and walked into the fireplace, "I took the map. Besides, I don’t know if I have the right to warn you. The world is like playing chess. You are gone. One step, always allow others to respond."

His silhouette disappeared into the dark green flames.

Sirius stared at the fireplace blankly, and mumbled said, "Play chess? Will you not play as I do?"

"Kreacher!" he cried out.

"peng!"

An old and ugly house elf appeared. Kreacher hunched his back, bowed deeply, and pressed his nose to the ground "Dear wasrel Young Master, what is your order?"

Sirius's eyelids twitched, and angered and said: "I'm going out for a while, you continue to pack the house, I don't care if you put those Where is the tattered, but don’t let me see it, or I will throw it all out."

"Mister Haip strongly does not recommend that you go out, if he knows..."

"Kreacher ! Who is your master?" Sirius flustered and exasperated said: "Or I will give you to him!"

Kreacher mumbled in a low voice, but the voice is so easy for the person on the other side to hear To: "Old Kreacher has served the noble House of Black for generations. If the host persists, I prefer Miss Narcissa." Sirius was so angry that his nose was almost crooked, and he strode away.

"Where are you going?"

"Muggle community! Learn to play chess! Go and complain!"