Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

In the middle of the night, on a slightly desolate mountain.

An old house covered with ivy stands in the mountains, surrounded by the glow of incantion. Felix turned a blind eye to this. He glanced at the black hole on the top floor and opened the door gently. It was very quiet inside.

He passed a dark corridor, and at the end of the corridor was an old door.

Getting closer, he heard some noises. It was a whirring and panting bellows sound, like a patient struggling on whilst at death's door. There were other people's voices playing with bottles and cans, followed by the sound of liquid pouring into the bottle.

"Bring the potion here!" said a cold voice.

Felix heard the sound of liquid pouring into his throat, and there was a painful groan inside. The person who drank the medicine was suffering from great pain, and he stopped after a long while.

"You better expect your son to intercept the elf, or you will suffer..." The cold voice seemed to be talking to who, but Felix couldn't hear any response, he was light He tapped his forehead, and from the perspective of magic power, he saw three magic power sources.

One is slightly normal, but the other two are... wicked and amazing.

Stinchcombe · Crouch, Voldemort and a dark wizard? What is the difference in Voldemort's special status, why is Dumbledore not optimistic about it?

Felix turned his thoughts in his mind, and the sound transmission mirror dangled in his pocket. He raised the wand and looked at one of the directions where the magic power fluctuates more obviously. The black arc is constantly accumulating on the tip, ready to go in the blink of an eye.

"Who is outside?" said the cold voice.

"She!"

Black lightning appeared suddenly and penetrated the wooden door. At the same time, Felix pushed the broken wooden door open and entered the room. His body is shining with rays of light of various protective items, and he is dressed in a windbreaker made of dragon skin mixed with Basilisk skin.

In the room, a magic barrier blocked his lightning, and Felix kept everything inside his eyes.

This is a simple room. It is not surprising that Stinchcombe Crouch is standing behind a chair. On the chair is a swaddle. Inside the swaddle is a baby like a skeleton. There is not a trace of hair on his head or face, and there seems to be scales on his body. The skin is dark and red, like wounded tender meat.

Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face is a flat snake face. There are two long narrow gaps on the upper part of the eyes, and the red is leaking from the gaps. light.

"Mr. Voldemort, I have to say that despite my preparation, I was shocked when I actually saw you."

Felix said kindly, but his But staring at the corner of the chair, it was a big snake. It was at least twelve feet long. It was climbing up Stinchcombe Crouch's body right now. This snake was very clever and hid most of his body in it. Behind Crouch, the snake head protruded from Crouch's neck, making a si si sound.

Felix's original goal was the snake.

The magic power in that big snake is more than the weak and baby-like Voldemort in front of me! He used the magic power point of view to judge wrongly, no, maybe yes...

Horcrux.

A word flashed in Felix's mind.

Voldemort actually used a living thing to make Horcrux. Didn't he think about waiting for this creature to die and dissipate with his soul fragment?

He has a real understanding of Voldemort's madness.

"Take Nagini and go first." Voldemort, who was sitting in a chair, ordered.

At this moment, a black lightning appeared suddenly and went straight to Stinchcombe · Crouch. To be precise, it was the snake head on the right side of his neck.

"Tzzzzzzz!"

After a sour electric sound, the black lightning was forcibly deflected, tearing a hole in the wall, and sparse moonlight spilled in.

Felix looked at Voldemort intently, he was panting, and his chest made a bellows-like rumbling sound. But this was moving enough. The temporary body constructed by a trifling potion and magic power actually blocked his attack twice in an inadvertent moment.

He is not intercepting anymore, Stinchcombe · Crouch has disappeared with the snake. Someone outside was waiting for them. I wonder if Voldemort will vomit blood if he knows it.

White flames slowly emerged from behind him. Felix looked at Voldemort and asked with interest: "You actually broke it yourself. This is not the same as my impression of you... They are right You are important?"

"What caused you to have this absurd idea?" Voldemort said slowly. The previous two incantions made him overwhelmed. His baby-like body was leaning against the chair. On the back, it looks like a pool of talking flesh.

He said in a very hoarse voice: "If you have experienced my experience and felt my despair, you will realize that even a puppet or a humble elf can't give up easily. ……"

"so that's how it is, you don't have enough manpower." Felix slightly nodded, the reason why Shining can survive is clear. The flames behind him kept swelling, he stepped out, and Fiendfyre poured down like running water, starting from his toes, and rushing frantically to the left and right.

The two fire snakes met behind Voldemort, connected into a standard circle, and circled the chair where Voldemort was sitting. Then the flames evaporated, and the white matchsticks criss-crossed like chains were woven into a large airtight net.

In this network, whether it is Disapparation or portkey, it is difficult to activate it.

"Using Fiendfyre to this level, you can rank in my mind." Voldemort said softly, he had no intention of running away, as if he wanted to talk to Felix.

Felix looked at him calmly, had a conversation with Dumbledore, he knew he couldn't be too careful. But inevitably, a question arose in his heart: Why didn't Voldemort stop him? Can't it be done?

"You are thinking why I don't fight back?" Voldemort's uncomfortable voice sounded again, "Don't worry, I can't do anything in my current state, my friend... a few months Before, I was still wandering in the Albanian Forest, possessing those little animals for a long time. All this bored me, but there was no way. At that time, I was worse than the humblest wandering soul...Only in this way can I find a trace. Silk belongs to the feeling of beings."

"Until Pettigrew Peter found you."

Felix said that from the perspective of magic power, in the range of sight, there is only Voldemort a magic. power source. There is no portkey, no magic trap, only Voldemort's weak but extremely evil magic power arbitrarily distorting his perspective.

He suddenly realized that Voldemort really wanted to talk to him because he didn't have the ability to resist.

"Yes, until Pettigrew Peter found me..." said a hoarse and cold voice, "a timid and weak servant, although I don't want to admit it, but if he is still there, I will be more relaxed than now. Some. What a pity." His tone was like missing a napkin that was still usable.

"Pettigrew Peter was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and he was kissed by dementor." Felix stated.

"I know... he is dead and will not live for a week," Voldemort said coldly. "I have done experiments and have extended their lives as long as possible, but the results are often not satisfactory. "

"While you were still beautiful?" Felix said.

"It’s just some boring tricks. When your servants all go out to promote your glory, you need to find something for yourself. Some of my servants...Bella likes torturing people, but I’m bored Now, I prefer to study dark magic, dark art, they are as charming as a starless deep night..."

Voldemort said with a long voice, politely. His voice is not as harsh as at first, perhaps because of the tone, Felix actually thinks of academic conferences.

At this time, he slowly said: "My friend, open your flames a little bit, we have enough time."

Felix remain unmoved, instead the flames The cage was lowered, and his control over Fiendfyre was extremely high. Except for the scorched circle on the ground, the other items in the room were intact.

"Don't you have something to say? I'm still listening, but please forgive me for my limited patience."

Voldemort let out a sneer, "I thought you were the first Two Dumbledore, but you don’t have his patience..."

"Voldemort, you have been flaunting your achievements in dark magic, but you can’t beat Dumbledore. You know what people think of you. Is he the only person you fear? I’m curious, if you haven’t received a real lesson, would you acquiesce in the spread of this kind of speech?"

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort chewed in a low voice With this name, his voice became colder, "That Old Guy hid himself very good, everyone was deceived by him, he is a brilliant hypocrite."

He looked at Felix, Said with a smile with a grin: "Maybe you all people treat him as an old man who can only talk nonsense?"

"Isn't it? He is over a hundred years old." Felix asked the key points in his words, the enemy's words are also very valuable.

Voldemort made a contemptuous voice, but he did not follow Felix's topic. "I have known you, I have known you in detail... Felix Haip, I was surprised to find that our backgrounds are very similar," he said softly, "We all have no choice but to live in a muggle orphanage, the same Extraordinary natural talent, but have to bear the strange look—"

"Sorry, I was happy when I was in the orphanage." Felix interrupted him.

"so that's how it is, a muggle research expert...It's ironic, you are like the opposite of me." The gap in Voldemort's eyes flashed with red light, and his tone was full of nostalgia. "In fact, I There was hope to be your colleague back then. Depending on your age, I might still be your professor. Unfortunately, Dumbledore rejected me without any affection." Voldemort said emotionally. "He's always been like this."

"You must have been naughty when you were a kid that made him have such a bad impression of you." Felix teased.

Voldemort's squinted eyes opened, and his skull-like face became vivid and distorted. "Another, another person who was brainwashed by him, Felix Haip, I suddenly don’t want to kill you anymore. I want to see what he would do to you when you clashed with him. As far as I know, you are not A talkative..."

Felix looked at him with scorching eyes, "Is this the trait of being a Dark Lord? It's beyond the arrogance and imagination of ordinary people?"

"Yes Confidence and strategy." Voldemort corrected.

"Okay," Felix said softly, "Then, I need you to come back with me. You'd better tell Dumbledore this remark in person. You must have a lot of private things to say."

"There will be one day, but not today, I will give a touching speech on his body." Voldemort said.

Felix opened his hands, and then suddenly closed, the Fiendfyre of the forest white gathered towards the center, condensed into a long sword of the forest white, and fell sharply.

He stepped back at the same time, squinting his eyes to see what Voldemort could do, but unexpectedly, Sen White’s Fiendfyre long sword went straight through Voldemort’s chest, and the flames splashed all over. After Voldemort's swaddling, it crawled all over his body, "crackle" burning fiercely.

In the raging Fiendfyre, Voldemort let out a scream, his red eyes widened to the limit, blood-red eyes staring at him.

"Except for Dumbledore, you are the second person to feel the death of die for me. I remember you, Felix Haip!"

He yelled bitterly, the whole Man turned into Fiendfyre's fuelwood, Felix stared at him, an illusory shadow rising from the flames, he looked like it was made of smoke, without substance.

If he is in the flame, he will take the flame as his body, and in the water, he will take the water as the shadow.

"You can't kill me, and I will come back anytime--" Apparition twisted, screaming in pain.

"sou!"

A dazzling green light penetrates through the apparition, just like hitting the air, and the death curse has no effect. Afterwards, a silver light flashed in Felix's eyes. Thinking House and Legilimens used them in turn, and the effect was still close to nothing.

Trouble.

Felix had this thought in his mind. His magic was useless for Voldemort's apparition. He remembered the sentence:

Inferior to the humblest wandering soul...

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But his hand is still very steady. This is the first time he has met Voldemort, and both of them are slightly surprised. Voldemort was the first to protect his Horcrux. Felix deliberately pretended not to know. He didn't know if Dumbledore had succeeded. If he failed, he could set up a lore trap the next time he met.

At the same time, Voldemort himself had to stay and use his body as bait. But he is currently in a state of inability to fight Felix. He is already prepared to lose this body. This is nothing to him. Instead, he can take the opportunity to chat with Felix, if he can separate Dumbledore from his relationship. It's even better.

Felix used this rare time to skillfully use spell——twisted suction, black lightning, green mist, milky white radiance, golden flame...one after another powerful magic vented in the Crouch mansion, Magic rays of light exploded countless bright radiance.

He was testing the weakness of Voldemort Remnant Soul, but Voldemort turned a blind eye to all these magics, went straight through the silver shield, floated above the ceiling that broke through a big hole, and said with a mockery:

"There are so many tricks, but one magic used to kill is enough!"

He left a hazy and vicious look, rushed to the gray sky, blinked and disappeared.

After a moment of silence, Felix gently put out a breath.

"Wait for me to finish the book of magic texts and work out a magic rune for you, and see how you run." He said with a little dissatisfaction, but he has realized that it is difficult for him Voldemort dealing with this state.

Voldemort is still too far away from a real creature at this moment, so far away that normal methods can't be effective at all, and there is no magic for this state in history.

Maybe this is why Dumbledore knew that Voldemort's Remnant Soul was wandering in the Albanian Forest, but had not taken any action.

"magic power...memory...emotion...the projection of existence, is this his true face? In the gap between life and death, relying on Horcrux's positioning to leave a trace of shadow, if he is reborn Destroying all Horcrux before will make him lose his support in reality?"

Felix wondered, when he saw the decay of Herpo the Foul Horcrux, he thought of similar questions.

Don't look at Voldemort's ignorance of his many magics, but this is determined by Voldemort's special state, and neither of them can do anything about it. Judging from Voldemort's rush to escape, he must have an unknown weakness.

He thought quietly until a silver shadow suddenly appeared and descended in the ruins.

Felix raised his arm, silver Phoenix Patronus landed on his slender fingers, Dumbledore’s gentle voice came: "He ran away and went underground... But I intercepted Stinchcombe and that one. Snake."

Phoenix finished speaking and turned into silver mist and disappeared.

"You're quite something." Felix said, staring at a picture frame on the table. In the picture frame, Stinchcombe Crouch is hugging his wife, and on the other side is a handsome youngster.

He already knows who the spy in the castle is.

Felix turned and walked out of the house. Behind him, Fiendfyre was like a dragon. He roared and swallowed the house clean. He also threw the photo frame into the fire sea, standing in the cold wind at night, staring at the baring fangs and brandishing claws. Fiendfyre is raging.

"How can no one promote your name, Voldemort?" he said playfully.

Felix held wand high, chanting the incantion he got from Lucius Malfoy, "Morsmordre!" A green light flew out and jumped high into the sky.

It was a huge skeleton, made up of countless dark green star-like things. A Great Python emerged from the skull’s mouth like a tongue. The skull rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

In the distance, Dumbledore's silhouette faintly discernible, he shook his head and didn't agree with Felix's approach, but he didn't stop it. It was time for the Ministry of Magic to be wary.

He turned and left, there are too many things to deal with tonight, at least, there is still a spy in the castle, I don’t know if he can catch it in time. Stinchcombe's injury was also very serious. The only pity was that the snake died so simply that it turned out to be a Horcrux. He didn't hear this information at all in the sound transmission mirror.

Felix waved his hand, Fiendfyre went out, leaving ruins everywhere.

He strode away, disappearing abruptly in the shadow of the mountains and forests, leaving only a low voice floating in the black night sky.

"See you next time, Voldemort, I hope you have recovered..."

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A few minutes ago--

Hogwarts castle, Gryffindor dormitory, Harry woke up suddenly from the bed with a splitting headache.