A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Hagrid first came out of the house holding Ron, followed by another Hermione, and then a tightly bound little man floated out. He was in an upside-down posture, with his head down and feet upside down. Hit the stone from time to time, "Oh!"

The short man's face was swollen a lot, his hands were tied behind him, twisted together, and his clothes were tattered. In order to avoid the stone, he tilted his head weirdly to one side.

"Sirius, please--"

"You deserve it, Peter! You should be thankful that Harry is kind enough..."

A wand poked out, revealing Sirius' alert face, he limped, and Harry and Lupin supported him from left to right. At the end was Snape, his expression intriguing, and his wand was always aimed at Peter Pettigrew.

"Sirius, you should go to the hospital." Harry whispered.

"No! I'm going to watch him convict with my own eyes!" Sirius bared his teeth and smiled very irritatingly. "Better give him another dementor kiss." His wand dropped downwards and Peter Pettigrew said A piercing cry of pain.

...

Hermione hid behind the huge pumpkin and looked at her head intently. "Professor, shall we do something? Professor McGonagall warned me not to change the past."

"I also think we need to be cautious, but..." Felix gently hooked his finger, and a small pebble silently stuck to Peter the dwarf who was falling again.

Until they were gone, Felix and Hermione walked out of the dark.

"Professor, what did you just do?"

"I marked Peter Pettigrew with magic power-just in case, you just said that they will be trapped on the bridge. If he turns into a mouse and runs away, I can find him!"

Hermione thought about it seriously, and thought it was a good idea.

The two of them hung far behind these people, Hagrid strode very far, and it didn't take long to throw away the people behind, and the "other Hermione" who was following him had to trot to chase behind.

Hermione said with a weird look: "From this perspective, I looked so silly at the time. Hagrid takes one step and I have to take three steps."

Felix laughed lightly, but soon his expression became serious: "I don't want to touch the forbidden zone of time, so my plan is to let everything go forward'step by step' until the one you see When the future comes, I will appear again."

Hermione nodded, this should be the best way. She imagined: When half an hour later, when the Dementor army launched an attack on the covered bridge, Professor Haipu suddenly appeared and rescued everyone in one fell swoop.

It has not changed what happened in the past, but it has truly affected the future.

The two walked unhurriedly, keeping a distance of two or three hundred feet from Harry and them. Felix asked, "I have a few more questions. How did you hear Umbridge and Fudge? Conversational?"

Hermione explained: "I followed Hagrid to the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey said Ron was not in danger, so I turned back and wanted to see Harry and the others, but unexpectedly saw Umbridge greet Fudge. He A group of Aurors followed behind him."

She said angrily: "That woman was too rude, and she was very rude to Professor McGonagall in the power of the Minister of Magic. If it hadn't been for Principal Dumbledore..."

"She had a conflict with Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall asked her why she put the Dementors into the school, but Umbridge didn't even look at her, just flattering Fudge."

"That's it..."

Felix looked ahead, there was a wounded Sirius, who was not walking fast. In particular, they have to go through an uphill, which makes their speed even slower.

The wind passed their conversation to one ear. It was Sirius's tangled voice: "I don't know if anyone has told you--Harry, I am your godfather..."

After ten minutes-

"coming!"

Felix broke the silence suddenly, Hermione looked in the direction of his vision, vaguely saw a pink, round, round shape, she said suspiciously: "Is that woman?"

Then they heard a long whistle, Hermione felt a chill in her back, and a black thing floated out, like a black plastic bag blown up by the wind, and it flew towards Harry and the others quickly. , Harry and others are still some distance away from the covered bridge.

Hermione took a deep breath, and more and more dementors appeared. They were like black plagues, responding to Umbridge's call, covering a small part of the sky.

"It's a dementor!" She heard Professor Lupin's voice in the distance, "How come there are dementors in the school? The Ministry of Magic has guaranteed...use the Patronus Curse!"

At this time, it was almost dusk, the sun was half covered, half of the light was swallowed, and the dementor was hanging high in the air, spraying black mist continuously, as if entering the night early.

The silver light pierced the darkness. It was Lupin's spell. He propped up a silver barrier, but it was an incomplete patron saint.

It's not far from them—"Let's get closer," Felix said, and he shrouded the two of them with a shallow silver light.

"Professor, what is this?" Hermione looked at her shiny hand.

"Unpleasant memories, dementors will subconsciously avoid us, of course, provided that they have a better choice." Felix said.

The two drew close, so close that they could see the expressions on Lupin's faces, Lupin eagerly shouted: "Harry, Sirius, hurry up and use the Patronus Charm, and Severus... if you can if!"

The silver barrier he was supporting continued to condense, and a huge physical patron saint appeared. It was a wolf—the thing that Lupin hated the most, but he had to use it at this moment.

With the emergence of the wolf-shaped patron saint, the crisis was temporarily relieved, and the silver giant wolf roared silently, jumping and flapping dementors one after another.

Harry cleared his mind, his lips trembled, and he subconsciously uttered the spell: "Call the gods—call, call the gods—call the gods!" A silver mist flew from the tip of the staff, relying on the shapelessness. The light of the patron saint made him feel better, the initial suffocation disappeared, and he breathed heavily.

"Not enough! Not enough..." Lupin shouted, "Sirius, Severus!"

However, Snape did not move. His expression was stiff, his wand was tightly gripped, and his joints were white.

Sirius lightly tapped one leg on the ground. He held up his wand and kept saying: "Call the gods! Call the gods! Call the gods... Damn, I can't do it!"

"What can't you do? We learned it together." Lupin shouted.

"I can't help... Those happy memories are all related to James." Sirius covered his face in pain, and under the influence of the Dementor, his lips became as blue as Snape.

Harry looked at Sirius as if he had met this man for the first time, and he had truly recognized his godfather's identity. He plucked up the courage to recall all kinds of happy memories, the silver light kept surging, something gradually took shape.

But there are too many dementors, "Let's go to the bridge!" Lupin said decisively.

The bound Pettigrew Peter was put on his body. He rolled his eyes and kept thinking about the escape route, "Honestly, Peter! There is a cliff below..." Sirius threatened, pushing him hard. Let him go by himself.

The green light on Snape's wand disappeared, and he glared at Sirius viciously, seeing Sirius inexplicably.

They boarded the bridge and fought and retreated. There was only Lupin on the field with a complete combat power, but his patron saint could not fight against hundreds of dementors army, especially because they were spraying black smoke continuously, and the biting cold made Everyone's breathing was white, and they felt like they were going to be frozen.

Snape flashed a few red lights to the sky, his face blackened, "Someone else will come over, it will definitely..."

...

While all the dementors were attracted away, Felix whispered to the side: "When time returns to normal, you should be on the other side of the bridge?"

"Yes, I followed someone from the Ministry of Magic. I took a long look, and then I hid and used the time converter." Hermione said, and she looked at the bridge anxiously. "It should be soon... from the Ministry of Magic. People are coming soon."

"You should worry about yourself! When someone from the Ministry of Magic comes over, how do you get to the other side through the bridge?" Felix said calmly, "If I remember correctly, you should go back to the original after using the time converter. Location?"

Hermione glanced at him in surprise, "You are right, Professor, you must form a closed loop in time and space." She suddenly realized the problem and screamed, "Then what should I do, my God! If you can't rush back in time, I, I--" She shuddered in fear, thinking of the consequences of the abuse of the time converter she had seen.

"From the last time you saw Harry and the others, to using the time converter, how long was the interval?"

"About seven or eight minutes! At that time, many students rushed over, and I had to avoid them and hid in a bathroom to use the time converter."

"Enough. I will create an opportunity for you... You should be able to hide it from you when you wear the invisibility cloak, coupled with the effect of the phantom charm." Felix looked at her seriously, "Be sure to grasp it. opportunity."

Hermione nodded heavily. She didn't know what the professor was going to do, but she trusted him unreservedly.

"You stay here first, it's better to put on the invisibility cloak now, always be prepared..."

Hermione hurriedly put on the invisibility cloak, and Felix imposed various spells to shield her from smells and sounds, and she looked as if she didn't exist anymore.

Then Felix stepped onto the covered bridge under the phantom spell.

There was a sound of footsteps across the bridge, Umbridge’s pink clothes were very conspicuous, and she led a dozen Aurors to appear with an open eyebrow, and said in a shrill voice: "Minister, just ahead!" The figure is the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Next to him was Professor McGonagall. She glanced at the scene on the covered bridge and immediately widened her eyes, "Minister Fudge, you must stop these dementors! They are attacking the professors at Hogwarts, or two! "

Umbridge chuckled: "That's because they mingled with Azkaban's most ferocious fugitive. You see, they also attacked members of the Ministry of Magic... Minerva, I thought you would not protect them. of."

"Severus and Remus will not shield the fugitive!" McGonagall said furiously.

Fudge patted his stomach, "Don't worry, Minerva, we can control the dementors and won't hurt these two professors, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Dumbledore..."

He gestured to Umbridge with his eyes. Umbridge took out a black whistle from his pocket and blew her cheeks. She looked like a toad ready to go and prey.

The whistle sounded, and the dementors received instructions, and their attacks became more violent. They constantly shuttled and danced through the gaps on the bridge, and ice crystals were condensed in the air.

The wisps of black mist were blown by the wind towards the people of the Ministry of Magic. Fudge shivered and muttered in a low voice, "A disgusting thing." He tightened his collar tightly and stared at the bridge intently. The professor named Snape shot an invisible spell from his wand. Amazingly, he could slightly stop the dementor's attack.

But... Fudge stretched out a thick finger, "Who is that tied up?"

Professor McGonagall looked carefully for a moment and exclaimed: "It's Peter Pettigrew!"

"How is it possible? Isn't he dead?" Fudge asked suspiciously. He felt something wrong, as if something went wrong-a person who had been dead for more than ten years suddenly appeared, and it was not normal to think about it.

Umbridge rolled his eyes, "Minister, maybe the hero didn’t die back then, but he just lost his memory. He recently saw the news of Sirius Black’s escape from prison. He was stimulated to restore his memory and decided to fight against the one more than ten years ago. Strong enemy..."

Fudge's eyes lit up, "You said so well—"

"No!" Professor McGonagall said suddenly, "Peter Pettigrew is an illegal Animagus. He disguised himself as a mouse and stayed at one of my students' house for more than ten years! Dumbledore suspected of betraying the Potters. Someone else. Minister Fudge, you should stop attacking and find out the truth."

Fudge frowned, and he said anxiously, "What are you talking about? Peter Pettigrew is a hero recognized by the Ministry of Magic and a first-class Merlin Medal winner. How could it be possible..."

But he knew the character of Professor McGonagall. She never said anything. Fudge was a little undecided and watched the battle on the bridge hesitantly.

At this moment, the most critical juncture was reached. Snape had been using concealed black magic. The effect on the dementor was not obvious, and he could barely support it.

The dementors became irritable, and the flames that Sirius threw weaker and weaker, and finally one of the dementors flew past him and swept away the only happy memories he had left.

"No—" His wand dropped.

The defense was vacant, and more dementors rushed forward, and the silver mist that Harry was propped up became thinner and thinner, and he felt like he was holding a mountain and bending down overwhelmedly.

Various hallucinations began to appear in his mind. He heard his mother's voice again. This time it was exceptionally clear. He tried his best to resist, but his reaction became weaker and weaker.

Immediately afterwards, Harry found himself surrounded by a warm force. He heard a gentle voice saying: "Harry, cheer up, think about happy memories..."

Harry found himself free from the dementor's influence. He regained consciousness and scanned quickly for a week. He keenly noticed that the tip of Snape's rod was brewing with silver light, but he had no time to think about it. He was seven or eight steps away from him. Seeing his godfather lying on the ground, a dementor leaned close and opened the tattered hood on his head, revealing a rotten hole that looked like a mouth. He even smelled a rotten breath.

"No, no!" Harry desperately imagined the feeling of owning a new home, and the scene of living with his godfather. "Call God to protect!" He yelled. He felt unprecedented power surging, and the magic continued to gather. The fog rolled like a continuous wave, and a dazzling silver creature walked out of the sea, but standing still, the silver ripples rippled away, throwing the dementor far away.

Immediately afterwards, it began to run in circles around Harry, flying dementors one after another with the giant silver horns, and the army of dementors continued to retreat and collapsed.

Umbridge and Fudge were so surprised that their mouths couldn't close together. "This is Harry Potter?" Fudge said weirdly.

Umbridge froze for a moment, picked up the whistle and blew it fiercely, urging the dementor to attack.

"Old lady, what do you want to do!"

Before they knew it, a group of students surrounded them. They said indignantly, a spell flew from the corner and hit directly on Umbridge’s black whistle. The whistle exploded with a bang, Umbridge. With a scream, he fell to the ground.

"Who! Who attacked the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge said furiously.

Professor McGonagall raised the wand, followed her, and the students behind her. She suppressed her anger and said sternly: "Minister Fudge, immediately order the dementors to stop attacking. If something goes wrong, you must I will regret it."

Fudge looked around blankly. He had never been pointed at by so many wands. His eyes were young and angry faces. Even the elite Auror he was carrying did not have the slightest fighting spirit. They could not fight. Students shot.

Fudge's attitude softened, and he tried his best to defend: "I'm actually...not..." He was stunned for a few seconds, turned around, and commanded loudly, "Let the Dementors come back, Aurors are dispatched, and don't hurt anyone. !"

A nearby man reminded in a low voice: "Minister, the whistle controlling the dementor has exploded."

Fudge was furious: "Can't you control the Dementor without that **** whistle?"

The man said in horror: "Under normal circumstances, it is okay, but right now they are not injured lightly and urgently need to eat..."

Fudge's pupils dilated for an instant, as if echoing these words, the collapsed dementors gathered again. They were not dead, but the robes on his body became more and more tattered, and several chests were still hung with big bright holes.

This was poked by Harry’s patron saint, but it’s not a fatal injury, not even a minor injury. The shape is dispensable to the dementors, but they feel hungry, and there is a gluttonous meal in front of them. feast.

They aimed at the students behind the Auror, hovering constantly, like black birds reporting funerals, but facing the former controller, they appeared a little worried, sucking the air from the periphery, the temperature was visibly lowered with the naked eye, and many students' faces were looked down upon. A puff of white mist was exhaled palely.

On the other side, Harry leaned against the fence, dressed coarsely, he was so tired that he could barely let himself fall. The patron saint jogged back towards him. It was not a horse or a unicorn, but a stag. It was glowing all over, and when he reached out to touch the sharp corners of its head, the patron saint disappeared.

It's a success! He successfully saved Sirius, Professor Lupin, and... Snape. Harry's gaze swept around, his godfather was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, his face was surviving, Lupin sat on the ground wearily.

He turned his head to look at Snape, only to see Snape dragging his shaky body, swinging his wand like a sharp blade, and shooting a heart-pounding green spell from the tip of the wand. His eyes widened suddenly, and reality seemed to be the same. The dreams overlapped, and he heard his mother's screams again, followed by the green light that filled his vision...

That's Avadaso's Mantra!

How could Snape use this spell? No, who is he using it to?

Harry later realized that Peter Pettigrew had disappeared, leaving only his clothes on the ground. His gaze followed the direction of Snape's spell and saw a black mouse running away desperately.

Snape wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew!

But at this moment, a hand emerged from the air, holding Snape's wand, "Severus, he is not worth it."

"Don't stop me, Felix!" Snape's face was distorted, his eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred, stronger than Harry had ever seen, "Let me complete my revenge... I beg you! "

"There is a better way." Felix said, he threw a spell, and the mouse's body suddenly lit up, its head was elongated, and the torso was the same. He escaped from the state of Animagus. Come out, stumble and kneel on the ground.

Peter Pettigrew was so lucky. He just ran to the other side of the bridge. A dozen steps away were a group of Aurors and students. They were originally staring at the restless dementors, but at this moment they couldn't help being caught by the suddenness. Attracted by one scene.

Seven or eight dementors glided down, one of them strangled Peter Pettigrew’s neck and loosened the hood on it--

"No! Forgive me, I shouldn't betray you, James, Lily, I was forced by the Dark Lord. He is too strong... You don't know his methods!" Peter Pettigrew shouted desperately.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic widened their eyes, and their wands were hanging in the air. Everyone, including McGonagall, froze in place. They were all shocked by Peter Pettigrew's sudden shocking remarks.

At the end of his life, he seemed to wake up and yelled desperately: "He is coming back! The man who can't even mention his name is coming back! I did something wrong, forgive me—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the Dementor sucked his soul away.

Snape stepped back and sat down on the ground in despair. He was paralyzed. He covered his face and muttered to himself.

For a long time, Fudge said loudly: "Absurd! What is he talking about?"

Professor McGonagall said sharply: "Only you think so, he has made it clear enough. Also, your dementor is out of control!"

The dementor is really out of control. The soul of Peter Pettigrew stimulated them. They were not satisfied with hovering outside the big meal, drinking some soup and water, and began to tentatively approach.

Fudge stepped back in horror and shrank himself in the crowd: "Protect me, use the Patronus Curse!"

But unfortunately, the patron saint spell is not a regular spell, even the Auror has no requirements for this spell. Counting McGonagall on the scene, only four people will be able to curse the patron saint.

McGonagall frowned. She didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to be so unbearable, especially the Minister of Magic Fudge. He looked silly. She controlled her patron saint, as Harry had done, the intense light kept converging, but she heard Felix's voice.

"Just take advantage of it now!"

What now? She turned her head and opened her mouth wide in surprise. Felix was standing on the edge of the bridge, holding a colorless transparent vortex in his hand, and blue magic power was agitated around her body, and the dementors were torn off. , Shrunk and plunged into the whirlpool.

One, two, ten, twenty... These dementors uncontrollably moved away from them, and fell like black rain from the sky...

Felix maintained his magic and heard light footsteps passing by. It was Hermione in the invisibility cloak. He curled up his mouth, "You have a good chance, Miss Granger."

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione said softly ~www.readwn.com~ She carefully avoided Auror and Professor McGonagall, and passed through a group of students. "Who is hitting me?" Someone muttered dissatisfiedly, "Don't Squeeze, you can see clearly, Professor Haipu is so cool, and Harry's patron saint, my God, it's incredible!"

After ten seconds, there was no dementor in the sky. Felixstowe looked at the spherical vortex and looked at the dumbfounded Minister of Magic and Auror. He whispered, "Since these dementors are out of control and attack Students and the Minister of Magic, there is no need to keep them..."

"Peng!"

A white flame was ignited in the spherical vortex, and the vortex began to rotate violently, and a large stream of black smoke gushed out, transforming into a distorted face, but it was quickly burned out by the flame, and the black spots in the vortex One by one disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

The **** Umbridge opened her eyes and saw the scene of Felix burning the dementor. The memory of the past emerged, and she screamed and fainted.

"Hai, Mr. Haipu..." Fudge said tremblingly.

Felix showed white teeth, "No thanks, this is what I should do."