A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"I have a question," Felix interrupted: "Why didn't I receive the alarm from the sight glass?"

　　 The three excited people suddenly shut their mouths, and the air was filled with unspeakable silence. After a few seconds, Harry said in shame: "I forgot to bring it, Professor, I changed my clothes."

　　 "It seems that the short-term peaceful life has made you lose your vigilance."

　　 Felix said calmly, he didn't look angry, but Harry felt more guilty, his face burning.

Dumbledore looked at Harry and the three of them: "So, because you forgot to bring the sight glass, you could not spot Sirius Black in advance. What happened next? Why did you identify him as Animagus? "

Harry looked up, "We are back from Hagrid, because of Buckbeak's case..." He paused, "When passing by the beating willow, a **** dog suddenly jumped out. He, he attacked Luo. Well, desperately want to take him away."

　　 Felix saw Dumbledore's eyes flashing with a ray of suspiciousness, which happened to be what he didn't understand. Didn't Black chase Harry? How could he give up the low-handed opportunity and attack Harry's companions instead?

　　 Let Harry also experience the pain of losing his master? This also doesn't make sense.

"My brain was blank at the time, and I subconsciously used a disarming spell. The spell hit the **** dog and knocked him out. That was the time—" Harry stared and said, "I saw the **** dog. His head flickered and turned into Blake's face. I have seen his wanted warrant many times, and I will never admit it wrong."

　　 "The **** dog rolled on the ground twice, Hagrid suddenly ran out of the house and yelled in our direction. Blake turned and ran away."

　　 Harry didn't say anything. At that time, the **** dog looked at him strangely, seemed a bit resentful, but also relieved... Is he dazzled, why would he think so?

　　 He continued: "Hagrid carried Ron to the school hospital, and then he left, saying that he was going to search the entire forbidden forest."

　　 It sounds a bit angry... The Forbidden Forest is not the only one next to Hogwarts. The Forbidden Forest can accommodate eight-eyed giant spiders, horsemen, unicorns, giants, and werewolves at the same time. It cannot be described as small.

　　 In fact, Hagrid's emotions were much more exaggerated than Harry said, and it seemed that he was going to tear Black out of his rage.

Dumbledore said softly, "So that's it." He closed his eyes and sat quietly aside. Flitwick couldn't help asking, "Felix, can your sight glass detect the form of Animagus? "

Felix nodded and said: "It is theoretically feasible, because I have targeted the name, blood, and magic at the same time at the beginning of the design." He looked at Professor McGonagall hesitantly, "Of course, I am not Animag myself. Si..."

　　 "If this is the case..." Professor McGonagall thought and said: "It can be found that the transformation of Animagus is not equivalent to the transformation of ordinary animals. The wizard retains the ability of magic and human thinking."

　　 "And it's not clear what shape Black was in when he tried to sneak into the castle last time. If it was Animagus, it would be very telling, Albus—"

Dumbledore agreed and said, "My opinion is the same as you, Minerva. The question I just thought about was why Black stared at Mr. Weasley," he looked at Ron, "Is there any special reason." ?"

　　 Ron said nervously, "I, I don't know, sir. There is nothing on me..." He looked down at himself, and suddenly said, "Scaly is gone!"

　　 "Is it your pet mouse?"

　　 "Yes, it was here just now. It might be so scared that it hid itself."

　　 Felix glanced at Ron. He drew out his wand and quickly shouted: "Spots are flying here!" However, there was no response, "Not nearby—"

　　 Black’s inexplicable obsession with Ron, Animagus suddenly discovered, and if Ron is okay, what will be the problem...

　　 He looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "Principal, things may not be the same as we thought."

　　 Dumbledore did not easily make a judgment: "Someone can tell us the answer...Minerva, is Remus still in his office?"

　　 "I've been there all the time, he won't be too well these days." Professor McGonagall said vaguely.

　　 Hermione screamed, "President Dumbledore? You know that Professor Lupin is and is a—"

"Yes, I know." Dumbledore said, his tone meant to stop here, "Remus has been in the office these days, dealing with some old problems, he has no energy to pay attention to other things. But I need Talk to him in depth and he may provide some information that we don’t know."

　　 Dumbledore stood up, his gaze fell on Harry from the high bridge of his nose, "I hope you stay in the castle for a while, don't go out, and bring a sight glass with you."

The professors left. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and were about to talk, but Madam Pomfrey walked in and she reapplied a layer of white ointment to Ron’s wound. It hurt. Grace grinned, but soon, he didn't feel so painful, and the wound was itchy.

　　 "This child needs time to recover. Don't stay too long." Madam Pomfrey warned. She pursed her lips and said with a stern expression: "Why do you always make yourself so embarrassed?"

　　 Harry said gloomily, "I also want to know the answer to this question."

　　 When there were only three of them left in the ward, the room was quiet, only Ron was breathing intermittently. His wounds were painful and itchy, and it seemed that the entire repair process had accelerated more than ten times.

　　 Hermione suddenly said, "Harry, have you ever thought that Black’s target was never you?"

　　 Harry wanted to open his mouth to rebut, but he couldn't speak. He also thinks it is possible, which makes him a little embarrassed, it seems that the preparations for a long time are a joke.

　　 But what does this have to do with Ron?

　　 Hermione turned out the beaded pouch and took out the chestnut memory disk from the inside. "We can try to piece together the memory and combine what we saw."

　　 After a moment—

　　 "Look at this, isn't it obvious enough? Black's goal is very clear, it's Ron, but Ron... shouldn't be~ When Black was locked in, he was still a baby."

　　 Hermione said entangledly, "Is there anyone in your family who has a grudge against Black?"

　　 "Maybe he was ruined by the dementor," Ron said dullly.

　　 "Remember the information we overheard at Three Broomsticks? Minister Fudge said that Black was very organized, and he even asked for a newspaper. This is not like a madman. UU reading www.uukahnshu.com"

　　 "What does this mean? Isn't there a rumor that mysterious people have secretly touched dementors, and those cloak monsters may look at his master's face and open up to him."

　　 "Ron, move your brain, it will rust to death." Hermione said angrily.

Harry thought of the key, "The newspaper, you mean, he saw the newspaper... he escaped from prison within a few days after that. The key is the newspaper, Ron, do you remember the letter you wrote to me during the holiday? There is you in it. A newspaper clipping that won the Prophet’s Annual Award."

　　 Ron showed a surprised expression, "So Black saw the news of our family's award, and suddenly became mad with jealousy, and ran over to kill me? God, there are only seven hundred gallons in total! And it's almost finished..."

　　 Then he said with disgust: "Why does Fudge carry a newspaper with him? Has his brain been crushed by Buckbeak?"

　　Hermione said: "It can't be the reason, Harry, I still don't understand it yet, but we will find the newspaper at the time to see if there is any missing information."

　　 Harry added: "And Professor Lupin, I bet he knows something, you can see Dumbledore's attitude."

　　Hermione looked hesitant, "Oh, Harry—I think, in two days, after the professors confirm that there is no problem, it would be better for us to visit again..."

　　 On the other side, Felix separated from Dumbledore halfway through. Dumbledore didn't want anyone to interrupt his conversation with Lupin.

　　 But for Felix, some clues are already in front of him. He only needs to sort out the information at hand to find the most likely guesses.