A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor (

"Yeah, that's what Harry said at the time. Great man, isn't he? I kind of admire him, even though I'm very much against the cult of personality."

Warren listened intently, not even realizing that the biscuits in his hand had fallen.

"Ha!"

"And then... then Dumbledore took Harry away."

Felix spread his hands, indicating that the story was over, which made Warren complain, why didn't the big devil keep up! It wants to know what happened next! Felix himself was a little sighed, and it was hard for Harry to hold so many emotions in his heart, but it was the survival of such a person that made people look forward to his future even more.

Felix sat on the chair behind his desk, his eyes calm.

He has two important things at hand, one is fulfilling the role of advisor to the Minister of Magic - to some extent, he has been promoted again at the Ministry of Magic, and there are still many honorary advisors hired by the Ministry of Magic and personal advisors to the Minister of Magic. Big Difference - Answers to various questions from Amelia Burns.

This thing goes back a few weeks.

At the end of the Ancient Rune Yearbook activity, seeing that Felix hadn't come to visit, Ms. Burns finally couldn't help running to the school.

Similar to today's process, Ms. Burns witnessed Voldemort's state with her own eyes, and even without knowing the secrets of Horcrux, she still chose to believe all decisions made by Dumbledore.

Since that day, Ms. Burns has bombarded Felix at an average rate of one owl a day.

Frankly, he was more than happy to reply.

Although Felix showed a 'finally throwing the trouble out' attitude towards Ms. Burns, it was just a negotiating technique, a way of fighting for voice and primacy. Hope to keep things under control. .

The other thing is the study of the realm of the soul.

Felix shook his left hand slightly, holding a teacup-shaped container in his hand.

Warren couldn't help but lean over to look.

The container contained a tattered head of cloth two or three inches long—but upon closer inspection, it looked a bit like a man in a black hooded cloak, the bare hands of which were bluish-gray and glistening eerily like cloth. Full of goo and spots, it looked like a rotting corpse.

That's the Dementor.

"Ha! (Take it away!

Warren shuddered, he knew what it was, not only had he seen it in comic books - once he was curious and asked the Great Demon to show it to him, and as a result his happiness was all sucked away. Even more sad than the penniless sniff.

The dementor floated in the container like a black poisonous jellyfish.

"Haw? (Is it dead? Warren asked timidly.

"No. They're not life, they're just a 'non-existence'," Felix said softly.

He cannot transform into a dementor, and all that is known about dementors comes through experimentation. Because dementors are not magical creatures, not even living creatures. Their own state transcends the concept of life and death - never really lived, and naturally can't talk about death.

Warren ran over and moved his small bench over, as if listening to a story.

Felix: "...Okay." His mood was also a little agitated today.

"The origin of the dementors goes back to the fifteenth century. There was an unmarkable island in the North Sea, which was later called Azkaban. At that time, there lived an evil man named Exis on the island. The sorcerer...that's how the Dementors were born, ever since Extis secretly captured passing sailors and subjected them to all kinds of cruel and wicked experiments in black magic."

"It can never be wiped out since then."

Felix ended the story in a low voice.

"Haw?"

"Ah, what are you talking about? I can really destroy them, but in a blink of an eye, they'll breed again in a dark, filthy, and hopeless place... Dementors are born out of human emotions, and the only way to reduce their numbers is , is to reduce the conditions for their survival.”

Warren shook his head in confusion, the concept was a bit out of line for him.

It gestured for a while, and finally took out its special wand, and a wonderful question appeared in the air: So after the guy in the cup disappears, there will be an extra Dementor egg somewhere in the world?

Felix couldn't help but clear his throat.

"Dementors don't turn into eggs."

Warren thought for a while and wrote: Plant seeds?

"Well, it's not... well, stop writing, I can give an example." Felix stopped Warren's wonderful association, and said after thinking for a while, "The Dementor's state is closer to Peeves. "

Warren's eyes widened, it was hard to connect the two things.

"If you think about it," Felix said cogently, "Peeves is an aggregate of chaotic spirits, and Dementors are born out of corruption, filth, and despair; Peeves cannot be seen by ordinary people, The same is true of ghosts; Peeves can move objects, all kinds of mischief, and dementors also have the ability to interfere with reality; Peeves only appeared because of the little wizards at Hogwarts and cannot be destroyed, and dementors also because of Human emotions and never die..."

'But Peeves only stays at Hogwarts Castle. ' Warren thought about it for a long time and wrote.

"For the Dementors, the whole world is a castle for them to roam," Felix said softly, "in a corner of Azkaban--that's where Extis conducted his evil experiments. , and still have a Dementor or two spawn every now and then."

"According to the Ministry of Magic, the number of Dementors increased dramatically between the two world wars. They even wanted to rush out of Azkaban, because darker, more desperate places were born...and their numbers did not decrease until the war was over. down."

Felix stretched out a finger and pushed the Dementors in the teacup container somersaults. "Who would have thought that if left alone, they might destroy the whole world?"

Under the leadership of Lady Burns, the Ministry of Magic now no longer has Dementors serving as Azkaban's guards. At the same time, an extra room was created in the Department of Mysteries, and there were dementor traps in the room, which were sealed with the strictest magic.

At present, it is estimated that only Felix has these in his hands.

He'd been trying to figure out how the Dementors got their souls out, but Felix had to be more cautious because of the lessons he'd learned before, worried that he'd accidentally come up with something terrible.

Felix put the Dementors away and began to write back to Ms. Burns.

Warren also went back to his little desk and started writing in his diary. It now has a new target, Leonhard Bagshot, because he blew up his own little snake, and although its treasure came back because of it, this hatred Valen remembered it!

On the other hand, Harry returned to the common room with some excitement.

"Don't ask me to open the door for you when you come back so late." The fat lady shouted at him.

"Well, got it," Harry replied, humming happily now.

He knew from Dumbledore that the professors were all working hard for him to survive, and he was yelling and losing his temper at them, which was really inappropriate, and he also knew a secret, resurrection stone! Headmaster Dumbledore actually owns the legendary Resurrection Stone.

This secret is not even known to Professor Hepp.

Headmaster Dumbledore strictly forbade himself to tell anyone. Thinking of the trouble caused by the Elder Wand, Harry solemnly agreed. However, don't stop yourself from having fun.

Of course, Harry also felt sorry for Headmaster Dumbledore's sister. Yes, Dumbledore also has a sister, it's incredible, Harry almost dropped his jaw when he found out about it, how did he never think about it? But she died at a young age, before she could go to Hogwarts.

That's why Dumbledore joined this year's sorting ceremony for the first time ever.

That was to satisfy his sister's wish.

"The Resurrection Stone can evoke the projection of the dead in the minds of the living." Dumbledore explained that Harry did not know how to express his concern, because the second of the three brothers in the fairy tale became desperate because of the Resurrection Stone. committed suicide, but Harry believed that Dumbledore was wise enough to deal with the dilemma.

Overall, Harry was still in a happy mood. A mountain that had accumulated in his heart suddenly disappeared. Harry couldn't wait to welcome the new school year. How wonderful would it be without Voldemort? He wanted to rush to the girls' dormitory now and invite Ginny out for a walk in the moonlight.

The lounge was empty, and Harry was so happy he wanted to sing. Then he heard voices in the corner ~www.readwn.com~ where he usually stayed with Ron and Hermione.

"Harry hasn't come back yet... can't wait any longer!"

Then Harry heard the sound of the envelope being torn open, and his heart suddenly twitched. He hurried over to see Ron pulling a bulging stack of parchment from the torn envelope—

"Don't touch it!"

Harry cried out in horror, stepped forward and snatched it up, "Stab--" All that was left for Ron was a small note.

"Hey!" Ron yelled angrily. But when he saw that it was Harry, he was overjoyed, "Merlin's tattered pants! Harry, you're finally back!"

Harry had to shove Ron, who was pounced, away from him, and shoved the parchment into his pocket with the other hand. I was in a cold sweat.

"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows. "Ron said it all before..."

"It's nothing," said Harry, blushing. He didn't want Ron and Hermione to know what he had written in the letter. It was so gross. If the two of them knew, he would find a place to drown himself.

"But Ron told me—" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the small note in his hand, carefully reading the writing on it. "You're going to give me the Invisibility Cloak? This is, this is really—" He was too excited to speak.

Harry froze in place.

Just when he was thinking about what reason to make up, Hermione stepped forward and snatched half of the note from Ron's hand and read it twice, the eyes in his eyes were first suspicious, then shocked, then panic, ha. Leigh knew he was screwed.

"Hand over the letter, Harry," said Hermione word for word.