Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The next day.

When Harry and Ron came to the school hospital to visit Hermione, they found that she had no longer the sullenness of the previous few days. Instead, she waved wand happily with a furry face, turning it over from time to time. Look at the parchment on the table.

"Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Of course it is practicing magic. If nothing else, I might be able to learn it before school starts."

"Why do you want to hurry before school starts?" Ron was puzzled.

"Because it can help me solve a little trouble." Hermione squinted and said hehe with a smile.

So, during the half an hour that Harry and Ron were in the ward, they watched Hermione repeat the same action hundreds of times, stopping from time to time to make notes on a form.

...

Felix closed the office door and walked out neatly.

Along the way, he was still a little bit embarrassed.

After he revealed that he had successfully obtained the research materials, and once again refused to be bewitched by the diary, Tom in the diary finally shut down, and he completely blocked his communication with the outside world.

No matter how Felix tried, the opponent seemed to have made up his mind to let him deal with it. Even if he posted a bunch of white Fiendfyre in front of his diary, he didn't get any feedback.

"Tom, I don't believe you will have no desire to improve." Felix had various thoughts in his mind, and he even thought he was waiting for an opportunity.

So he blocked the diary more cautiously, and even carved a warning text on the box.

Before going out, he arranged his wallet (the binding vine version) at the door to prevent an unreliable young wizard from breaking in and taking the diary with him.

"Perhaps, it's time to find a chance for you to complete the final curtain call, Tom."

In the corridor of the castle, Felix met Peeves who was pranking.

Peeves is holding a tin bucket full of mud in his arms. At this moment, he is smearing thick layers of mud on the armor.

"Peeves, have you seen Ms. Gray?" Felix asked him.

Peeves looked at him, as if startled, and then let out a "ge ge" laugh, "Oh, professor, I didn't see...I don't care about the woman with the nostrils in the sky."

"I think someone will know, that disgusting stalker~" he said floating in midair baring fangs and brandishing claws.

"Be polite, Peeves." Felix said quietly, "Or, you want to try my magic again."

"No, Felix Haip! You can't... With a look of dread on Peeves's face, he hurriedly left through the wall.

"Clang Dang!"

The tin bucket in Peeves's hand hit the ground with a loud noise, and the mud inside splashed.

Felix waved wand, an invisible barrier kept the soup three feet away.

"hmph, Peeves, it's you again! I must apply to Headmaster Dumbledore to drive you out of the castle..." A flushed man gasping for breath came over from the corridor. He waved his fist, venting his anger hysterically.

Is the Hogwarts castle administrator, Filch.

"Oh, ah...Professor Haip, have you seen Peeves?" Angrily Filch did not see the foe he expected, but instead saw Felix dressed neat and tidy.

"Hello, Filch, Peeves just left." Felix waved the wand, and the mud on the ground and armor disappeared. "By the way, did you see Ms. Gray today?"

"Is that Ravenclaw's ghost?" Filch twitched his nose, "Let me think about it, I seem to see... a tall one Ghost, the one who doesn’t take care of people very much? I saw one in the courtyard, not sure if it was her."

"Thank you, Filch."

Felix came to the courtyard, After a glance, at the end of the courtyard railing, I saw a ghost with a slender figure floating in midair.

She found Felix was looking at her, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then turned and floated through the wall.

"Wait, Ms. Gray!"

Felix crossed the railing and chased into a secluded corridor.

She finally stopped, hanging a few inches above the ground. She is beautiful, with long hair waist-length, and her silver robe dragged on the ground. But at the same time she held her head high and looked very arrogant and supercilious.

I met this ghost several times when I was in school, but I never spoke to her once. If he hadn't accidentally ran into a private conversation between Bloody Baron and her, he would not have realized that Ravenclaw ghost, which had a very low sense of existence, had such a large background.

"Ms. Gray, this is Felix Haip."

She was nodded and did not speak. There was no enthusiasm in her eyes.

"I want to know about the early-stage establishment of the school, which is the story of the four founders. There are too many fuzzy places in the existing records."

"I'm afraid," She said and turned to leave, "I can't help you."

"Wait, madam—" Seeing her drifting further and further, Felix shouted, "I know you are Rowena Ravenclaw Daughter."

She stopped and turned to look at him. "Do you know my life experience? You came specifically for me?"

"Yes, I—"

"Heh, another one!" She hovered in midair, His lips twisted into a sneer.

"Another what?" Felix asked, but he quickly realized that he shouldn't be the first person to ask her about the secrets of Hogwarts.

"Another wild ambition guy!" She said quite sharply: "I will meet every ten years, do everything possible to inquire and deceive my trust..."

"You mean Voldemort?" Felix asked.

She stopped talking suddenly, with a surprised expression on her face. Then she felt offended and floated up two or three feet, looking at him condescendingly.

"Yeah, I guessed it, the crown of Ravenclaw. Voldemort has been coveting the relics of the four founders, but I don't care about these, I want to know more--"

Felix's words Being interrupted, ghost said with anger and stammering: "The crown of Ravenclaw can bring wisdom to people. You don't know how powerful it is! Countless people yearn for something even in dreams!"

"——The past of Gryffindor and Slytherin." Felix also finished the sentence just now.

The words of the two were intertwined, and a faint echo came from the empty corridor-"I don't understand how powerful it is!" "Gryffindor ~" "Slytherin's past ~"

Ms. Gray was stunned, "Do you want to know this?"

"Of course."

"Ah, this," she wandered in midair, seemingly not knowing what to do, "Gryffindor...Slytherin...what do you want to know?"

At last she asked a little bit stiffly.