A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Harry finally realized the feeling of "squeezing from the rubber tube" in Ron's mouth. He felt that this description was a bit understatement. Pressure was coming from all directions, the tympanic membrane issued a strong warning, and his chest was like a few layers of iron hoops. Breathe.

If it were in reality, the sweat on his body should wet his clothes.

Not only Harry, but Ron and Hermione also couldn't bear it. They insisted two more times before deciding to quit. Harry asked, "If we can't adapt, are we stuck at this level?"

"If you can't even adapt to the appearance of your followers, let alone keep you focused and mobilize your magical powers." Professor Haipu advised, "You are still young, so there is no need to worry."

Common room.

The three opened their eyes at the same time. "It's cool, isn't it?" Harry said.

Ron smiled and said, "It's not just cool, it's so cool!" He put a hand on his forehead and put on a weird posture, "I'm a stupid boy from the country."

Harry laughed loudly, seeing Hermione look inexplicable.

"Gentlemen, is this the latest joke?"

"Oh, Hermione, this is a sentence from "Little Wizard Mick's Adventure". Whenever Mick sees something he doesn't recognize, he will say that..."

Hermione shrugged and said dryly, "It's really interesting."

Then, as the days passed, Felix succeeded in adding the alarm spell to the spot map, and all that was left was to hand it over to time and let time brew everything.

When Harry gave him the Apparition's thesis and the untitled book, he was surprised to find that a month had passed.

In March, the weather became clearer. Looking at the forbidden forest from the castle, we can already see a clear green color, but the wind has also increased. The bitter wind hurts people’s faces every time an owl appears in the auditorium. The feathers are all rolled up, which makes these responsible little guys grumpy. If you cannot remove the letter in time and add a few owl food, they will peck your hand angrily.

Felix completed his portrait and sent it to the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries. For him, what takes the most time is not to inject memory, but to apply heavy protection magic.

If anyone dares to use a coma spell on his portrait, that person will definitely find that there is a huge'surprise' waiting for him-originally Felix didn't think about it so much, but the number of times to read the book in the old house of Black, naturally There is this worry.

It was the first time that he had such a thorough understanding of the home of a pure-blooded nobleman. The traces of magic could be seen almost every two or three steps. He regarded it as a relic buried deep in the ground and reappearing in the sky. The true and false stories heard there are not interesting.

Felix also found out one thing by the way. Kreacher knew him for a long time. When he first tried to break into the old house of Black, the unpleasant scream that he heard belonged to this old family. Elves.

"What can Kreacher do? When you find someone trying to break in, you can only activate the defensive magic in the house."

...

Grimmauld Place on the twelfth.

"So you already knew this!" Sirius said in surprise.

"I told you, I got a little help from the Black family." Felix curled up his mouth.

"Who told you?" Sirius asked, "Wait-Phineas Nigelles Black, my great-great-grandfather! You asked me where his portrait was placed!"

He sarcastically said: "His portrait is more sensible than when he was alive. Could it be that something went wrong in the memory?"

Felix said softly: "He wished I could spare you, the only descendant of the Black family-under Dumbledore's nose, even though you were Azkaban's most notorious fugitive at the time."

"..."

"Although you are now too." He added another sentence.

Sirius looked at him wordlessly, and said angrily: "Thank you for reminding me, you make me feel like a **** who doesn't know good or bad, but if you know how I lived when I was a kid... Forget it, I'll just watch it live Click on the map."

"There is an alarm spell on the map of the live spot, no one needs to watch it.

"Then I will clean up the room!" he said angrily.

Felix was no longer teasing him, his expression became serious: "Speaking of business, I'm here to tell you this time, don't come to my office recently, and I won't come. People from the Ministry of Magic are here."

Sirius froze for a moment: "The Ministry of Magic? Come to Hogwarts, why?"

"Because of you," Felix said, "There is no more arrogant fugitive than you. The Ministry of Magic has set up a net of heaven and earth, but you still show up at Hogwarts, less than three hundred steps from the gate of the castle."

"Dumbledore’s previous reasons for insisting have been overturned. The school is no longer safe. Parents sent him letters one by one. He had to compromise... Now the abandoned classroom next door to Filch has been changed to that of the Ministry of Magic. Temporary station."

Sirius said awkwardly: "I didn't think so much. I found two magic wands from the black wizard in Knockdown Alley, and the smuggled compound decoction. This plan naturally appeared."

Felix shook his head, he stretched out his arm, "Live the map and fly!" A stack of parchment flew with a "swish", turned and walked into the fireplace, "I have taken the map. Besides, I don't know if I have it. This qualification warns you that things in the world are like playing chess. If you take a step, you must allow others to respond.

His figure disappeared into the turquoise flame.

Sirius stared at the fireplace blankly, and muttered: "Play chess? Wouldn't you think I would play?"

"Kreacher!" he exclaimed.

"boom!"

An old and ugly house elf appeared ~www.novelmt.com~ Kreacher bowed his back, bowed deeply, and stuck his nose to the ground: "Respected prodigal master, what do you have? Command?"

Sirius' eyelids twitched, and he suppressed his anger and said, "I'm going out. You continue to clean up the house. I don't care where you put the tatters, but don't let me see it, or I will throw it all out."

"Mr. Haipu strongly discourages you from going out, if he knows..."

"Kreacher! Who is your master?" Sirius said angrily, "Or I will give you to him!"

Kreacher murmured in a low voice, but his voice could only be heard by the opposite person: "Old Kreacher has served the noble Black family for generations. If you insist, I prefer Miss Narcissa."

Sirius was so angry that his nose almost crooked, and he strode away.

"Where are you going?"

"Muggle community! Learn to play chess! Go and sue!"