A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Did Dumbledore really have the Resurrection Stone? In the past two weeks, Felix got the second material on the soul realm from Dumbledore, and he couldn't help thinking about this question. Nothing can be judged from Dumbledore's behavior, he moves very regularly, eating in the Great Hall in the morning and occasionally appearing in Defence Against the Dark Arts classes during the day. .

"Very good, Riddle, give Slytherin ten points," Felix said in class, looking at the boys with jet-black hair in the first row, "You were the first to turn a match into a needle. Student, any tips?"

Young Tom Riddle stood up.

"You have to be familiar enough with the objects before and after deformation," he said.

"Yes, who can be more familiar with needlework than an orphan," said a student in a moderate voice, causing laughter all around, and the little wizard and his companions looked at Riddle ill-naturedly. Second-hand gowns and old textbooks.

"Quiet." Felix said, "I thought you would be ashamed, because you can't change your background, but you can decide how hard you work." He looked at Riddle, who was expressionless, "Anything else?"

"Faith and skill, I suppose, Professor Dumbledore," said Riddle.

"Accurate enough, please take a seat." Felix leaned on the podium, "Transfiguration is a complex subject, it is more rigorous and scientific than most subjects, I personally think this is its advantage."

"Riddle just pointed out the methods of learning Transfiguration, confidence, technique, and being familiar enough with transfiguring objects... The first two can be acquired through training, but if you want to be successful in the field of Transfiguration, I'm going to share one of my experiences Talk: Keep enough love and curiosity about life...

The school bell rang and the students started to pack up.

Felix looked at Tom Riddle, and for some reason the sunlight on him always looked old, like it was taken from an old photo album. He left the classroom silently, following behind a group of Slytherin students, blocking them in a remote corner.

"Avery," said Riddle softly, "you seem to have a problem with my clothes."

"Oh, go away, hillbilly," Avery scoffed.

"Hillbil? I thought you'd say harsher words like... Mudblood," Riddle said in a dispassionate voice, and for some reason, Avery and a few of his mates suddenly felt breathless Not smooth, Avery stammered: "School, school doesn't allow it."

"But that doesn't prevent you from using it privately, does it?" Riddle asked almost in a whisper. "Otherwise how would I know?"

Avery took a flinching step back, his back against the corner of the wall.

"Look, at least I didn't say it publicly, don't try to threaten me with telling the professor, even if you have a good relationship with Professor Dumbledore—"

"Oh, you're scared," said Riddle contemptuously. "Dumbledore is on the side of the Muggle-born wizards, so you have to keep your tails tucked." Avery's face flushed with anger, but Riddle smiled, "As far as the matter is concerned, bloodline theory is necessary. I have read similar interpretations in Muggle books."

The expressions on the faces of Avery and his companions became confused.

"Noble, that's what Muggles call those with noble blood. They have a greater sense of honor than commoners. Their ancestors' achievements inspire them, and they are born to do great things. Ollivander, who sells demons, told me Said these words-"

"He told me that too," Avery muttered.

"And I--"

"Me too."

A faint blush appeared on Riddle's face, and the wickedness in his eyes flashed. He said unhurriedly:

"Maybe it's just a polite remark, but there is no doubt that I heard the call from the ancestors' blood in my body, and I felt this very clearly, right in this school...

"But you're an orphan," Avery said.

"My friend," Riddle held out his hand, and Avery held it in a dazed way, and then he stiffened, unable to move. Riddle leaned closer, put it in his ear, and said, "When gold is in the dirt, it doesn't lose its value. It's really sad for those who pass by it."

He let go of his hand, tilted his head and looked at Avery, who was in shock, looking very satisfied.

"Very well," said Riddle lightly. "I heard that Professor Kettleburn got some ash snakes. Would you like to go and see them?"

"We're only in the first grade," Avery said hesitantly, feeling the physical restraint disappear. "You won't be able to take his class until the third grade."

Riddle let out a loud snort, and he said impatiently, "Is there any difficulty in that? We just have to walk up to him and say what we want, and honestly, I'm a little worried about what kind of education you guys are getting.

Even such a simple thing can deter you. "

Avery blushed, "I, of course I learned it!"

But Riddle just waved his hand lazily, "The task of introducing yourself is to me, you just need to show a little courage and follow me..." His eyes stared at several people fiercely, "Don't say you dare not ."

And so an expedition was settled, without even the slightest risk - a sunny weekend, as Riddle told them.

Riddle watched Avery and his companions leave, his face calm again.

At this moment, applause broke out in the darkness - a "Who?" Riddle exclaimed, his eyes narrowed to see the brown beard emerging in the darkness, his face quickly becoming polite, "Professor Dumbledore? "

"Little Tom, it seems that you are adapting well." Felix appeared with a smile.

There was a flicker of panic in Riddle's eyes. "You heard that, sir? I don't want to defend myself, but," he said stubbornly, "I have to survive the school first."

"So you picked up that pedantic theory?" Felix asked gently.

Riddle turned pale.

"Swinging the knife at the weaker is also a method," Felix said thoughtfully: "I am more interested in how you plan to conquer Avery and the others, Fire Ash... Ah, I understand Parseltongue."

"Then do you have any way to change my situation, sir?" Riddle asked sarcastically, no longer covering up, "How did you say when someone was talking about me behind my back, laughing at my robes and textbooks a few days after school started. of?

Study with peace of mind... Of course, you haven't experienced it. "

"On the contrary," Felix said. "We still have a lot of similarities."

Riddle looked scrutinized, as if judging the truth of what he said. There was no doubt that he had failed again, and there was no extra emotion to be seen from that happy face, which made him annoyed and endured at the same time. Can not help secretly admire.

"I was sorted into Gryffindor House, and a year before I started, my father Percival attacked three young Muggles, and the story went viral," Felix said flatly. As a son of a Muggle hater, I deliberately brought it up in front of me, discussed it with gusto, and even some people with ulterior motives highly praised my father's approach."

"So how did you fight back?" Riddle asked.

"Study with peace of mind." Felix said with a smile, "Maybe my statement below is not very modest - but I still think I am right - I am gifted and intelligent, and the school curriculum is not difficult for me... It only took me a few months to stand out and people recognized me because of my knowledge, not because I had a Muggle-hating father. I didn't need to please anyone, but I was equally generous in helping and encouraging students, So we made friends very quickly."

Riddle thought for a moment, then looked up.

"You know I have an appointment with Avery, sir, and I'm still going to see the Ash Snake."

"Then go, Tom. I can't stop you from making friends." Felix backed away and disappeared, the hallway was cloudy at some point, and he knew it was the end of the day.

Felix came out of classroom 7, went back to the office, and watched an owl fly out of the window. The owl circled over the castle for two weeks before flying straight into the Gryffindor common room.

"You're finally out, Hermione, why are you so late?" Harry asked, persevering, as he and Ron exchanged the bows on their gowns.

"Just opening presents," said Hermione briefly, also wearing a nice dress.

"Did you get anything weird?" Harry asked with interest.

"Lavender gave me a vial of Ecstasy." Hermione flushed slightly.

Ron coughed violently.

"What the hell?"

Hermione closed her mouth. "Stop asking." She gave Ron a fierce look, then looked at the clothes they were wearing. "Packed up? Let's go." Ron was interested in inquiring about the love potion. "Who are you going to use it for?" "I threw it away." Hermione said sternly. Ron was deeply skeptical of the claim, but Hermione had raised her wand and threatened to hang him from the balcony,

Ron had to shut up.

Harry deeply regretted that although he had not said a word, he was still curious.

Slughorn's office was much larger than the average room, and—not sure if it was for a party, with emerald, crimson, and gold drapes hanging from the ceiling and walls, and ethereal singing from above their heads. , a few house-elves were walking around with their plates, and Ron picked up a drumstick.

"It's glossy, I guess it's got honey," he said affirmatively.

"Harry, my boy!" Slughorn strode forward, beaming, "and Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, I was just talking to someone about your brother, the youngest executive!" He Said to Ron,

He then took Harry's hand and walked inside, calling out to Hermione and Ron to "do it yourself".

"How did he know Percy became the director?" Ron muttered softly.

"Isn't that obvious," said Hermione, eagerly picking up a glass of mead and taking a sip. A drunken voice came from near her head. "Honey, I must say this wine is a little bland."

Hermione turned, and Trelawney stretched out a sherry-marinated arm, wiped the tip of Hermione's nose, and brought back a glass of mead.

"Thank you, Professor Trelawney," said Hermione dryly.

Trelawney was unaffected. She drank the wine from the glass in one breath, smack her lips contentedly, "It doesn't taste bad, the honey is well added." Then, she seemed to finally see Hermione's face clearly. .

"It's you," she said drunkenly. "I'm a little sorry that you dropped my class, you know, I don't just teach knowledge, but—" She burped loudly and Hermione frowned. Take a step back. "There is also experience in life... The wisdom of life and so on, I have realized it myself, and I can't learn it elsewhere...

Smooth sailing is not necessarily a good thing, I see on the crystal ball... er, angry faces, alert for... hidden dangers. "

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Do you want me to beware of being hit by a crystal ball in the dark? I'll pay attention, after all, the range is not large." Ron next to him laughed, taking advantage of Trelawney's attention. On Ron, she strode away.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed to be chained to the gold buttons of Slughorn's velvet gown and carried him everywhere he went. Before he could regain his senses, he had already walked around the spacious office.

"Have you learned it, Harry?" Slughorn said in a low, confident tone.

"Learn...what?" Harry gasped, feeling bad, like a monkey on show, with fake smiles on everyone he saw, even those he thought he knew - a The Greenglass sisters, for example, put on a fake face and gave him a sweet smile.

"Make connections," Slughorn said. "I can see you're lacking in that... Didn't your godfather teach you that?"

"Well, he's usually busy," Harry said falteringly.

"Shouldn't," said Slughorn, shaking his head, and then with some eagerness: "though a little presumptuous,

But maybe I should write him a letter, the last of the old Black family..."

Harry stared, suspecting that Professor Slughorn was just looking for an opportunity to connect with the Black family.

At this moment, passing two people in front of the corner where they were hiding, Slughorn nimbly stretched out his fat arm,

In the end, I got nowhere~www.readwn.com~, but the arm was castrated, and in a blink of an eye, it wrapped around the man who was a little farther away, and forcibly dragged him over.

Harry exclaimed in his heart that it was wonderful, and felt that this action could be rated as one of the top ten saves of the year in Quidditch.

Warren, who was standing on Felix's shoulder, patted his chest with a lingering fear, and glanced at Harry who was blocked in the corner with some sympathy. Felix walked over and stood opposite Snape who couldn't move. Pleasant arc.

"Severus! Felix!" Slughorn exclaimed happily, wrapping one arm around Snape.

"Nearly missed you! I just walked Harry around, you're welcome, I heard you two were very close to Harry—I was about to tell him if he was going to go into politics—"

"I—didn't—get into politics," said Harry annoyed, struggling desperately. Because Slughorn had been trying to get him over and get together with Snape.

Slughorn raised his chubby fingers, "But you want to be an Auror, don't you? Minerva told me about you, she likes you and thinks highly of you... but you can't catch dark wizards for the rest of your life. Right? Severus, persuade him."

Snape narrowed his eyes, as if looking at a dead man, and said quietly, "I never knew I had this kind of influence over Potter."

"Don't say that, Severus," said Slughorn with a grin. Harry knew he had been drinking a lot and was in a state of euphoria. "I saw him using your old textbook, Yes, I recognized your handwriting at a glance, it was very scribbled, and I criticized you back then..."

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