A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Harry hurried away, afraid that if he went on, he could not help but do something strange. He never wanted the last impression he left on Ron to be holding him and crying, snot and tears.

"Professor," he breathed, his heart pounding.

Felix nodded, but there was still no expression on his face, "It's better to wait for everyone to disappear, and don't want to attract attention."

Harry watched Ron leave with the crowd, glancing suspiciously at them before leaving. Finally, the cheerful, lively atmosphere faded away, and Harry's mood inevitably fell with the empty, silent auditorium.

After a few more minutes, Felix left with Harry.

Harry followed behind him in a trance. Those few minutes made him turn over the emotions he had been suppressing all the time during the summer vacation, and they were surging in his mind. He felt like a drowning person, losing his life a little bit. of hope. Harry wondered as they walked through the dimly lit hallway towards the spiral staircase, shouldn't they be going outside?

Then, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze staring at him from behind, he turned back suddenly, and saw a blurry huge black shadow, standing at the entrance of the dark underground stairs, facing him motionless.

Harry tripped over the steps, and when he looked up again the shadow had disappeared, his hands and feet were cold.

Felix stopped, looked down at the empty stairs, thoughtful.

"Severus..."

"So, that's Snape?" Harry said in shock.

"It's Professor Snape... Maybe it's because he's worried." Felix said uncertainly, they went up the stairs, Harry seemed absent-minded, with complicated thoughts intertwined in his mind, there was something Harry didn't say, He had just thought of Ron's uncle Billiers inexplicably.

Billyers died twenty-four hours after seeing the unknown - it was a **** dog.

But there is more than one omen of death, Harry thought bitterly, thanks to Trelawney, who taught him a lot of 'ominous' omen in class. This happened to him when he was in third grade, and Harry was terrified of Sirius' Animagos at one point. There is a credit to the godly divination professor.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to take her class this year.

But then Harry was depressed, would he still be able to sit safely in the classroom tomorrow? Maybe it's just an extravagant hope for him, unless he turns into a ghost like Weeping Myrtle... wonder if Dudley will be able to see himself then?

"Follow."

Harry found himself half a flight of stairs behind Professor Hepp, and he picked up his pace.

"Where are we going, Professor?" Harry asked randomly, so as not to let his thoughts continue.

"Classroom Seven."

"Classroom No. 7?"

"Otherwise, where do you think you're going?" Felix replied casually.

"I thought...well, it would be some hidden cave, or a dungeon or something."

"Ah, you guessed it, didn't you?" Felix smiled, and they stopped at the door of classroom 7. "Dumbledore should already be inside." When Harry saw Professor Hepp's fingertips condense densely He was astonished when the rune pattern appeared.

"Necessary measures," the smile on Felix's face became more obvious. "Actually, you can also use the key to open the door, but I think this method is more convenient."

"Are the students coming in like this too?" Harry asked, suspicious that no one but Hermione would be able to come in.

"Hey, didn't Dumbledore mention it at the dinner party? Classroom No. 7 will not be open to the public this year, and some functions are placed next door... Let's go." The door opened, Felix opened it, and let Harry go in first.

Harry walked silently.

"Voldemort is locked up here?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes, here we are."

Harry thought he was going to see a ring, or a cage or something, and then Dumbledore and Professor Hepp were the only ones in the audience watching him wrestle with Voldemort, but the truth was very different, Dumbledore stood firmly in a building. In front of the door of the second-floor small building, he folded his hands in front of his beard, humming a little song happily, as if he had not withdrawn from the cheerful atmosphere of the dinner party.

"Harry," said Dumbledore briskly, "I know you're full of doubts, but I hope you'll stay calm and don't scream."

After he finished speaking, he stepped aside.

Harry's eyes widened, screams swirling in his throat - he saw Voldemort, his limbs hanging limply towards the ground, the whole person suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a silver transparent body bigger than a basilisk. The Ouroboros swallowed it and turned slowly.

The room shone with colorful dots of light that dreamily merged into the body of the Ouroboros.

"This is--"

"Voldemort's private prison. He was completely trapped, from magic to body, including consciousness," Felix said briefly. "Feel it carefully."

Harry was a little confused, so he could only clench his wand.

Felix and Dumbledore looked at each other. Dumbledore said softly, "No, Harry, you don't need a wand - feel it with your heart."

Harry's heart moved, and he found an abnormality. "I... uh," he looked at the two uncertainly, "I seem to be able to sense the snake..."

Felix smiled.

"Because it has your thoughts in it. This Ouroboros Patronus—let's call it that name for now—it's actually made up of multiple magics similar to Patronus. You've seen the information I gave you, It should be understandable, right?"

Harry thought about it seriously.

"The Patronus needs positive emotions, but professor you can substitute other emotions, demonstrated in the club before... but they still come together?"

Harry imagined several scenes in his mind—even a dozen different appearances of Patronus being put together. For the first time, he felt that his brain was not enough. He didn’t know if the Patronus book he had written was outdated. .

"It's hard," Felix sighed. "Some things have little to do with magic, and it's no wonder that those little guys don't obey anyone—they are all products of strong emotions, and I have to find a common purpose for them, A leader."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and he asked tentatively, "You mean... me?"

"It's your patron saint." Felix corrected: "How do you say it? Emotions don't deceive people, especially myself. Although I hate Voldemort from the bottom of my heart, it is still difficult to face him wholeheartedly. Strong emotions burst forth..."

Harry totally understood.

"...That's why you collected my Patronus at the end of last school year?"

"Yes, but it's already used up."

"Used up?" Harry repeated hoarsely, not knowing why his voice suddenly started to tremble: "So you called me here because of this—refilling the emotional energy? Only I can do it, yeah...makes me think. Think, because he killed my parents and wanted to kill me, but unfortunately left a scar on my forehead, oh, I almost forgot, the scar is the most important thing... there's Voldemort in there A small piece of soul."

Felix was surprised and couldn't help but exchange a look with Dumbledore. That means, did you tell Harry?

"Severus told you?" Dumbledore asked, the joy on his face vanishing.

"I saw it myself, through his memory, yes, I know it all," Harry said through gritted teeth, his voice rising involuntarily, "the day you caught Voldemort. It doesn't look like Snape didn't. Tell you guys, I guess he doesn't know how to handle this situation, just like I..."

"Who else did you tell me about this, Harry? It's important," Dumbledore asked with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone, I used the Occlumency you gave me," Harry said excitedly, trembling, but not out of fear, "I only have one question now, when shall I go? die?"

"Harry—" Dumbledore said with difficulty.

"I understand, that's my mission and what I'm all about, right?" Harry shouted, and his long-standing repression finally found a breakthrough, allowing him to vent, "but before that, I think I can live a while longer because...because of my Patronus."

"God Guard!" he shouted and raised his wand~www.readwn.com~ A majestic stag rushed out from the tip of the wand, like a real life, a real Patronus, standing in front of its master, A bright light burst out from its body, and the entire No. 7 classroom shook.

Harry calmed down. He waved his wand, and the silver stag kept jumping in the air, when the ouroboros moved, it spit out its tail, and then the giant snake's eyes were lowered, staring at the stag, and it had something it longed for.

The silver Patronus rushed into the mouth of the Ouroboros recklessly and merged with it.

The Ouroboros raised its head sharply, as if letting out a roar. Two rays of light shot from his eyes, his body began to twist violently, and even Voldemort on the tip of his tail began to tremble, but the next second, the Ouroboros swallowed Voldemort and his own tail again.

It was quiet in classroom seven.

Harry spoke, in a deathly calm tone:

"I've been thinking about this for a while now. I can't stop thinking about the dates in my head, and I'm thinking about my birthday. Maybe you will come to the door on the first day of summer vacation, but you didn't, and then Professor Hepp found me. , but he was for Mr. Bagshot, and I thought the Order of the Phoenix bonfire was a good opportunity, but none of you showed up...I thought to myself, yeah, you might be merciful and want me to finish my 16th birthday …”

"Is there any hope in my heart?"

"Maybe, but it disappeared a little bit in the end, and before I came, I was ready. But it doesn't look like the time is right now, and I just want you to make a decision quickly, because...because I may one day suddenly I changed my mind, I don’t want to die anymore, give me an accurate date while I haven’t changed my mind.”

Harry couldn't go on, and through his wet eyes, he saw Dumbledore, who was also tearful.