Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

the entire world is left with only three tones of black, white, and gray.

Rita Skeeter stiffened her body and watched with difficulty as Felix tapped her fingers on the table top. She was white and slender, and her nails were healthy pale pink-that was the only color in her field of vision.

With the tap of the finger, a circle of black-gray ripples bloomed from the fingertips, and the ripples passed through the bodies of the two of them, spreading silently in all directions.

"You--" the woman said grimly, her wand was in her hand, but she couldn't raise even the slightest height.

"Look, I occasionally use this perspective to observe the world and magic. It is still very interesting." Felix introduced, his attitude from start to finish has not changed.

But Rita Skeeter doesn't think so.

"You are doing this... illegal... Azkaban..." She closed her lips with great difficulty and said word by word.

"Rita, Rita, you don't think I will do bad things to you, do you?" Felix said amusedly, "I just asked, do you really know me?"

"Obviously, you don't know me."

"A colleague of yours advised you not to take my idea? I guess he must be Slytherin."

Rita Skeeter's eyes fixed on him.

Felix said calmly, “I visited several stubborn pure-blood families during my vacation time during Fifth Year, and then they never talked about me in public.”

"Do you know why?"

She stared wide-eyed.

"Do you think-whose power do I need to rely on to counter the threat of the extreme pure-blood family? No, Rita," he said softly, "I just showed them a possibility."

With Felix's mood swings, the white and gray of the entire world quickly dyed ink-like pitch black, which was a deep and suppressed darkness.

Rita Skeeter's body trembled slightly.

"Yes, one possibility, if I become the Dark Lord..." He did not continue.

The darkness faded quickly and returned to a clear black and white look, just like the old faded photo of Old Zhang.

"Think about it carefully, I'm actually very good at talking. As long as you don't come to provoke me, I won't have the time to take care of you. But unfortunately, I just--"

" You are in my way..."

Ignoring her, Felix invited the parchment on the table and read casually.

This parchment is unconsciously filled with a foot of content, which makes him somewhat didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. If the young wizard of Hogwarts has this ability to make up, They would laugh out loud in their absolute dreams.

"tsk tsk!"

"This paragraph is too much."

"Did I say that?"

" Keep a close relationship with Dumbledore, who, me?" He shook his head.

The color in the room gradually returned. This is also a magical scene, just like a child found a faded photo in an old storage room, and picked up a crayon to paint on it.

The world has become alive again.

Rita Skeeter found that he had regained his mobility.

She glanced at Wand in her hand, then at Felix who was still reading the parchment, her eyes kept rolling.

But she quickly gave up this stupid idea.

"Have you thought about it, do you want to do it? This may be an opportunity. Take me, and you will let you make up the following story." Felix lifts the head, looking at her with light blue eyes.

"You joked, Felix, no, Professor Haip, Sir--" Rita Skeeter kept changing her name.

"Heh."

He threw down the parchment lightly, and it quietly turned into ashes.

"About the purpose of my coming..."

"I apologize! I will stop all false statements!" She said quickly, with a pleasing smile on her face.

"Thank you, Rita."

Felix stood up, smiled and bowed politely, then he opened the door and the silhouette melted into the night.

At this moment, the sky is completely dark, and the north wind is blowing the snowflakes and blowing his robe "hunting", Felix walked two steps against the wind and snow, and in the next second he disappeared in place.

After a while, Rita Skeeter opened the door quietly and glanced left and right. There was nothing outside the house, and she closed the door quickly.

A vicious curse came out of her mouth, and she almost cursed someone with the worst words she knew in her life.

"Felix Haip!" She called the name fiercely fiercely.

"I want revenge! Revenge... his secret... yes, yes, this damn... he doesn't know that I am Animagus, maybe, no, too risky."

After swearing for a long time, Rita Skeeter was dry and finally stopped.

She came to the wine cabinet and wanted to take out a bottle of wine to quench her thirst, but as soon as her finger touched the handle, the magnificent silver product turned into fine sand in her hand.

Rita Skeeter was stunned.

She tentatively stretched out a thick finger and clicked on a purple long-necked flask-it was her favorite flask. But in the next second, the jug quickly decomposed into fine sand, including the liquor stored in it.

Her eyes became horrified, her body stumbled and bumped into the chair behind her, and then she found that the chairs were also scattered on the ground and turned into a pool of fine sand.

Rita Skeeter looked around all around, her house—every place was constantly sanding, including her refined picture frame and crocodile leather handbag.

Even the floor is not immune.

"Ahhh!"

She ran out of the house in horror. Under her gaze, the whole single-family house was on the verge of collapse, and a sea of ​​sand vortex emerged from the bottom. Slowly but firmly engulfed the house.

"This is a lesson." In Rita Skeeter's mind, there was a very abrupt voice.

Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but this time, she closed her mouth quickly.

The edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Felix's silhouette suddenly appeared, facing the wind and snow, he hurried to the castle step by step. The weather in December is terribly cold, especially when the wind is mixed with blizzard, every step is a severe test.

When he saw the outline of the castle from a distance, a thought was touched, and he shook his head. It really doesn't have a long memory.

Felix pushed open the dark brown door, shaken off the snow, and entered the warm castle.

He waved wand lightly, and the door behind him "banged" closed, blocking the snow and darkness outside.