A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Fudge was ashamed.

His expression was quite wonderful. It was a feeling of being suddenly knocked sap on happy occasions and most complacent. Fudge wiped the sweat that kept coming out, and stammered: "Really, really too. It's wonderful."

Felix said sincerely: "Since the matter is over, the Ministry of Magic is stationed in the Auror team at Hogwarts—"

"Ah, you said this, of course it will be withdrawn. The Ministry of Magic is now seriously understaffed..." Fudge immediately agreed: "You know, two large-scale events are held in succession."

Felix put away the magic with satisfaction, and hid the dementors intercepted from under the eyelids of the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the ring. He used the ring to install blackroot last year. It was him and Belby. One of the rewards of adventure in the Forbidden Forest.

As for the number of dementors, there are not many, only a dozen, after all, acting still costs some money.

Then Felix and Fudge chatted, Fudge complimented, even with a bit of flattery, promised to give away the best tickets for the Quidditch World Cup this summer. Although it was not needed, Felix accepted it with a smile. .

"This time it is indeed a mistake in our work. No, it was a mistake by some people." Fudge glanced at Umbridge, who was unconscious in disgust. "We will minimize the loss, please rest assured..."

When he said this, Umbridge's body trembled.

It turned out to be pretending to be faint, Felix thought. It seems that he really left a huge psychological shadow on the senior official of the Ministry of Magic. He would rather lie on the ground than face him. It’s hard to say, she might not even want to face this cruel reality...

Fudge left in a hurry with his subordinates, and he had to clean up the mess. The high-profile he even arranged for reporters to come over. However, according to his plan, the front page photo should show him escorting Sirius Black out of Hogwarts, and solemnly announced that he would not leave any soil for the evil to survive, but an accident happened in the middle of the play. It was like a wild horse running out of the way, running wildly in a completely unpredictable direction.

Umbridge was lying on a deformed stretcher and was taken away floating, next to the corpse of Peter Pettigrew. She was heartbroken at the moment, and she estimated that she would be refrigerated when she returned. She didn't know when she would regain Fudge's trust.

When he walked to the main entrance of Hogwarts, Fudge motioned for one of his men to go out early. The hapless Auror walked out of the school gate expressionlessly, facing a glare of flashing lights, he quickly blocked his face, and the other The hand kept waving, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

After a few minutes, Fudge showed half of his face cautiously, confirming that all the reporters had been driven away, and then he quickly led away.

Unlike the Ministry of Magic leaving in embarrassment, Hogwarts' side is the completely opposite scene. The students cheered and raised their wands, and from the tip of the wand shot sparks, red, green, yellow, blue... it looked like It is a grand fireworks show.

Hermione appeared quietly, made a smooth gesture to Felix, and followed the student twice, pretending that she had been there all the time.

At this time, a few people on the covered bridge came over, Harry supported Sirius, and Lupin dragged Severus behind.

"Harry! Your patron saint is amazing!"

Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain, snatched Harry over. Before he could react, he found himself being lifted to his shoulder by the crowd. They cheered and threw Harry into the air. "We won!" "We won!" the crowd yelled in excitement. The voices were loud and loud. When Harry was thrown to the highest point, he turned his head and looked to the side. Sirius smiled at him, Harry Feeling something surging in his chest, it was a happy enough emotion, he drew out his wand, and the patron saint of the silver stag flew out of the tip of the stick again and kept jumping in the air.

A few bold students tried to pull Felix over. If he didn’t stop, they would dared to throw Professor Haipu into the sky, but this did not happen. When Professor Haipu used calm As they stared at them, the students stepped back hesitantly, and turned to look for Harry.

Later, Dumbledore came back. In the principal's office, he listened patiently to all this and smiled and said, "It seems that I missed a very wonderful scene." He looked at Sirius and said happily: "Tomorrow I will go to the Ministry of Magic and discuss with Fudge about pardoning you."

Professor McGonagall said: "The Ministry of Magic will definitely compromise. Too many people have heard what Peter Pettigrew said before his death."

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "I agree with you, Minerva, but I also know how soft Fudge's ears are." He paused slightly, skipping the topic, "Peter Peter really mentioned that Voldemort is coming back. It seems that he did a lot of things in the months since he disappeared."

Felix reminded: "He also found a helper for Voldemort, and we don't know the identity of this person."

Dumbledore said gently: "You're right, Voldemort has been lingering before, in the Albanian forest...but it won't be long before, if not unexpectedly, he will appear in the light."

"Albanian forest?"

"According to my sources, he is hiding in the depths of the forest, possessing various small animals," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Perhaps Peter Pettigrew got the help of his little friends. "

Felix knew what the principal meant. He was referring to mice, and Peter Pettigrew could communicate with mice.

"But—Albus," Professor McGonagall said in astonishment. "If he has been there, why..."

"Because we can't do anything about him, he is inferior to a ghost, like a phantom shadow, believe me, Minerva, that feeling must be painful." Dumbledore said.

Coming out of the principal’s office, Sirius found Felix, his expression was quite complicated: "I know you are very researching on old things..."

"Why," Felix looked at him, jokingly: "Do you want to sell some of the Black family's collection?"

Sirius curled his lips, "I see which one I give you for free. Don't interrupt, Kreacher told me something about Voldemort and also about my...brother."

"Your brother?"

"Regulus Arcturus Black, he is different from what I thought. In short, he stole something from Voldemort and put himself in for it. I think it's right. Voldemort must be important."

Felix's expression became serious: "What is it?"

"A golden locket, dirty, with a small snake on it. If it weren't for Kreacher's confession, I wouldn't care. There are too many similar things in the house..." Sirius described its appearance carefully. .

He continued: "But after studying for a long time, I discovered that it is really unusual. Kreacher can’t destroy it. The same is true for me. Even if I use the most powerful magic, I just barely cut a small cut in it. It didn’t take long. It recovers on its own."

Felixton stays in the footsteps, hard to destroy, self-repairing, these are the characteristics of Horcrux!

The book "The Secret of Cutting-edge Black Magic" that he saw in Black’s Old House gave a very detailed introduction to the production methods and characteristics of Horcruxes-in addition to being difficult to destroy and resisting most spells, it also has extremely strong His ability to repair himself with magic, if he couldn't find a proper method, it would be useless to tear the Horcrux into pieces and grind it into powder.

It is known that the method of destroying Horcruxes is the Lihuo Curse, or the scouring of massive magical powers, but that is only a means available to wizards at the Big Four level.

"We'll pass now!" Felix said decisively.

They turned a corridor and saw Harry on the corner. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Harry!" said Sirius. "Why are you here alone and not celebrating with your friends?"

Harry staggered and said, "I didn't celebrate too much. I went to see Ron. He was fine, except for the splatter things that made him a little sick... When I came back, I heard that you were in the principal's office, so I just came to see him. Look. How is your injury?"

"It's okay, you see, it's all minor injuries." Sirius kicked his leg exaggeratedly.

Harry smiled, and he said expectantly: "Then do you have time now? Will you live in Hogwarts tonight? I can let out my bed."

Sirius looked at him hesitantly, and Felix said understandingly: "Harry can be with us, just send him back before the lights are turned off."

Harry looked at them puzzledly, leaving school so late? Where are you going?

When he saw the fire in the fireplace in the professor's office, he recalled: "Flood powder? I saw it at Ron's house and used it..."

He thought of his unpleasant experiences with Floo powder on the road. He hates the feeling of turning around in the stove and feeling dizzy, but it must be admitted that compared with Apparition, Floo powder is already a very comfortable way to travel.

"Don't worry, Harry." Sirius said, "Take a breath, remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."

Harry grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it in the fireplace. The fire suddenly jumped up and the color turned green. He suffocated his breath and said: "Grimaud Square No. 12." His figure disappeared. .

In the office, Sirius was motionless.

"You have something to tell me?" Felix asked.

"I actually want to ask you a favor—" Sirius took a deep breath and clenched his fist tightly. "I want to bring Regulus back."

"Regulus? You said before..." Felix woke up: "He didn't take the locket from Voldemort, but some secret place?"

Sirius nodded, "I have been there, but I couldn't even get in."