A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the middle of the night, on a slightly desolate mountain.

An old house covered with ivy stood in the mountains, surrounded by the glow of spells. Felix turned a blind eye to this. He glanced at the black hole on the top floor and opened the door gently. It was quiet inside.

He passed a dark corridor, and at the end of the corridor was an old door.

Getting closer, he heard some noises, it was a whirring and panting bellows sound, wispy, like a lingering patient. There were other people's voices playing with bottles and cans, followed by the sound of liquid pouring into the bottle.

"Get the potion!" said a cold voice.

Felix heard the sound of liquid pouring into his throat, and there was a groan of pain. The man who drank the medicine was suffering from great pain, and he stopped after a long while.

"You better expect your son to intercept the elf, or you will suffer..." The cold voice seemed to be talking to someone, but Felix couldn't hear any response, so he tapped lightly. On his forehead, from the perspective of magic power, he saw three sources of magic power.

One is slightly normal, but the other two are... wicked and amazing.

Barty Crouch, Voldemort and a dark wizard? What's the difference in Voldemort's special status? Why is Dumbledore not optimistic about it?

Felix's thoughts turned in his mind, and the sound-transmitting mirror dangled in his pocket. He raised his wand and looked at one of the directions where the magical power fluctuated more obviously. A black arc kept accumulating on the tip of the wand, ready to go in the blink of an eye.

"Who is outside?" said the cold voice.

"She!"

Black lightning flashed through the wooden door. At the same time, Felix pushed the broken wooden door open and entered the room. His body was shining with the light of various protective items, and he was dressed in a windbreaker made of dragon skin mixed with basilisk skin.

In the room, a magic barrier blocked his lightning, and Felix kept everything in the room under his eyes.

This is a simple room. It’s not surprising that Barty Crouch is standing behind a chair. On the chair is a swaddle. Inside the swaddle is a baby like a skeleton. There is no hair on his head or face, and his body seems to be long. With scales, the skin is dark and red, like wounded tender meat.

Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face is a flat snake face. There are two long and narrow gaps at the position of the eyes above, and the red light seeps from the gaps.

"Mr. Voldemort, I have to say that although I was prepared, I was taken aback when I actually saw you."

Felix said kindly, but his gaze was fixed on the corner of the chair. It was a big snake. It was at least twelve feet long. It was climbing up Batty Crouch's legs onto his body at the moment. The snake is very clever, hiding most of its body behind Crouch, sticking out the snake's head from Crouch's neck and making a hissing noise.

Felix's original goal was the snake.

The magic power in that big snake is more than the weak and baby-like Voldemort in front of me! He had judged the righteous wrong based on the magical perspective before, no, maybe it was right...

Horcrux.

A word flashed across Felix's mind.

Voldemort actually used a living thing as a Horcrux, didn't he think that after this creature died, he would dissipate with his soul fragments?

He had a real understanding of Voldemort's madness.

"Take Nagini to go first." Voldemort, who was sitting in his chair, ordered.

At this moment, a flash of black lightning appeared and went straight to Barty Crouch, to be precise, the snake head on the right side of his neck.

"Zizzi!"

After a sour electric sound, the black lightning was forcibly deflected, tearing a hole in the wall, and sparse moonlight spilled in.

Felix stared at Voldemort, panting, his chest roaring like a bellows again. But this was moving enough. A temporary body constructed by potions and magic powers actually blocked his attack twice in an inconvenient moment.

He was not intercepting any more, Barty Crouch had disappeared with the snake. Someone was waiting for them outside, wondering if Voldemort would vomit blood when he knew it.

A white flame slowly emerged from behind him. Felix looked at Voldemort and asked with interest: "You actually broke the post by yourself. This is not the same as my impression of you... They are important to you?"

"What caused you to have this absurd idea?" Voldemort said slowly, overwhelmed by the previous two spells, his baby-like body leaning on the back of the chair, like a pool of talking flesh.

He said in a very hoarse voice: "If you have experienced my experience and felt my despair, you will realize that even a puppet or a humble elf cannot easily give up..."

"That's it, you don't have enough manpower." Felix nodded slightly, and it became clear why Shining was able to survive. The flames behind him kept swelling, he stepped out, and the fierce fire poured down like water, starting from his toes, it rushed frantically to the left and right.

The two fire snakes met behind Voldemort, connected into a standard circle, and circled the chair where Voldemort was sitting. Then the flames steamed up, and the forest white fire ropes criss-crossed like chains, woven into a large airtight net.

In this net, whether it is Apparition or a door key, it is difficult to activate it.

"Using the fierce fire to this level, you can rank in my mind." Voldemort said softly, he had no intention of running away, as if he wanted to talk to Felix.

Felix looked at him calmly. He had communicated with Dumbledore. He knew he couldn't be too careful. But inevitably, a question arose in his heart: Why didn't Voldemort stop him? Can't it be done?

"You're thinking why I didn't fight back?" Voldemort's uncomfortable voice sounded again, "Don't worry, I can't do anything in my current state, my friend... A few months ago, I was in the Albanian Forest. Wandering, being possessed by those little animals for a long time, all this bores me, but there is no way, I was worse than the humblest wandering soul...Only in this way can I find a trace of the feeling of being a creature."

"Until Peter Pettigrew found you."

Felix said that from the perspective of magic power, there is only one source of magic power in the range of sight. There are no door keys, no magic traps, only Voldemort's weak but extremely evil magic powers wantonly distorting his perspective.

He suddenly realized that Voldemort really wanted to talk to him because he didn't have the ability to resist.

"Yeah, until Peter Pettigrew found me..." said in a hoarse and cold voice, "a timid and weak servant, although I don't want to admit it, if he is still there, I will be more relaxed than I am now. What a pity." His tone was like missing a napkin that was still usable.

"Peter Pettigrew was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and he was kissed by a dementor," Felix stated.

"I know... he is dead and will not live for a week," Voldemort said coldly. "I have done experiments and have extended their lives as long as possible, but the results are often not satisfactory."

"While you are still beautiful?" Felix said.

"It's just some boring tricks. When your servants all go out to promote your glory, you need to find something for yourself. Some of my servants... Bella like to torture people, but I'm bored, I prefer to study Black magic, dark art, they are as fascinating as a deep night without stars..."

Voldemort said with a long voice, politely. His voice was not as harsh as it was at the beginning, perhaps because of the tone, Felix actually thought of academic conferences.

At this time, he said slowly: "My friend, spread your flames a bit, we have enough time."

Felix stayed unmoved, but pressed the flame cage even lower. His control over Li Huo was extremely high. Except for the scorched circle on the ground, the other items in the room were intact.

"Don't you have something to say? I'm still listening, but please forgive my limited patience."

Voldemort let out a sneer, "I thought of you as the second Dumbledore, but you don't have his patience..."

"Voldemort, you have always advertised your achievements in the dark arts, but you can't beat Dumbledore. Do you know how people evaluate your relationship? He is the only person you fear. I'm curious if you haven't received The real lesson, would you acquiesce in the spread of this kind of speech?"

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort chewed on the name in a low voice, his voice even colder. "That old guy hid himself so well. Everyone was deceived by him. He is a clever hypocrite. "

He looked at Felix, grinning and sneered: "Perhaps all of you treat him as an old man who only talks nonsense?"

"Isn't it? He is over a hundred years old." Felix asked, picking the key points in his words, the words of the enemy are also very valuable.

Voldemort made a contemptuous voice, but he did not follow Felix's topic. "I know you, I know you in detail... Felix Hepp, I was surprised to find that we were born alike," he said softly, "We all have no choice but to live with a Muggle orphan. In the courtyard, they are equally talented, but they have to endure the strange look in their eyes—"

"Sorry, I was happy when I was in the orphanage." Felix interrupted him.

"That's it, Muggle researcher...it's ironic, you are like the opposite of me." The gap in Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and his tone was full of nostalgia. "Actually, I also hoped to be your colleague back then. At your age, I may still be your professor. It is a pity that Dumbledore rejected me without any affection." Voldemort said emotionally. "He always does."

"You must have been naughty when you were a kid, that made him have such a bad impression of you." Felix said teasingly.

Voldemort's squinted eyes opened, and his skull-like face became vivid and distorted. "Another, another person who was brainwashed by him, Felix Hap, I suddenly don’t want to kill you, but I want to see what he would do to you when you clashed with him. As far as I know, You are not a good talker..."

Felix looked at him with scorching eyes, "Is this the trait of being a Dark Lord? It's beyond the arrogance and imagination of ordinary people?"

"It's self-confidence and strategy," Voldemort corrected.

"Well," Felix said softly, "Then, I need you to go back with me. You'd better tell Dumbledore this to your face. You must have a lot of private things to say."

"There will be one day, but not today, I will give a touching speech on his body." Voldemort said.

Felix opened his hands, and then slammed them together. The white fierce fire gathered towards the center, condensed into a white sword, and fell sharply.

He stepped back a few steps at the same time, squinting his eyes to see what Voldemort could do, but unexpectedly, the white fiery sword went straight through Voldemort's chest. The flames splashed all over, covered with Voldemort's swaddling. His body was burning violently "cracking".

In the fierce fire, Voldemort let out a scream, his red eyes widened to the limit, blood-red eyes staring at him.

"Except for Dumbledore, you are the second person to give me the feeling of death. I remember you, Felix Haip!"

He screamed sternly, and his whole person turned into fiery firewood. Felix stared at him, and a phantom shadow rose from the flames, and he looked like it was made of smoke, and there was no entity.

If he is in the flame, he takes the flame as his body, and in the water, he takes the water as the shadow.

"You can't kill me, and I will come back anytime--" Phantom twisted, yelling in pain.

"Whoo!"

A dazzling green light penetrated the phantom, as if hitting the air, and the death curse had no effect. Afterwards, a silver light flashed in Felix's eyes, and the Mind House and Sensational Mind were used in turn, and the effect was still close to nothing.

In trouble.

Felix had this thought in his mind, his magic was useless to Voldemort's phantom, he remembered the sentence again:

Inferior to the humblest wandering soul...

But his hand was still steady. This was the first time he had met Voldemort, and both of them were slightly surprised. Voldemort was the first to protect his Horcrux, Felix deliberately pretended not to know, he didn't know whether Dumbledore had succeeded, and if he failed, he could set up a lore trap the next time he met.

At the same time, Voldemort himself had to stay and use his body as bait. But his current state is simply unable to fight Felix. He is already prepared to lose this body. This is nothing to him. Instead, he can take the opportunity to talk with Felix, if he can divorce Deng. The relationship between Blido and him is even better.

Felix used this rare time to skillfully cast spells-twisted suction, black lightning, green mist, milky white light, golden flames... a series of powerful magics were vented in the Crouch mansion, and the light of magic exploded countless Bright light.

He was testing the weakness of Voldemort's remnant soul, but Voldemort turned a blind eye to all these magics. He went straight through the silver shield and floated above the ceiling that had broken through a large hole. He laughed and said:

"There are so many tricks, but one magic used to kill is enough!"

He left a hazy and vicious look, rushed to the gloomy sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a moment of silence, Felix let out a sigh of relief.

"When I finish the book of magic words, I will work out a magic rune for you, and see how you run." He said with a little dissatisfaction, but he has realized that it is difficult for him to deal with Voldemort in this state.

Voldemort is still too far away from a real creature at this moment, so far away that normal methods can't be effective at all, and there is no magic for this state in history.

Perhaps this is why Dumbledore knew that Voldemort's remnant soul was wandering in the Albanian forest, but he did not act.

"Magic...memory...emotion...the projection of existence, this is his true face? In the gap between life and death, relying on the positioning of the Horcrux to leave a trace of shadow, if he destroys all the Horcrux before he is reborn, Will it make him lose his support in reality?"

Felix wondered, when he saw the despicable Helbo Horcrux rot, he thought of a similar question.

Don't look at Voldemort's ignorance of many of his magic, but this is determined by Voldemort's special state, and neither of them can help the other. Judging from Voldemort's eager escape, he must have an unknown weakness.

He thought quietly until a silver shadow suddenly appeared and descended in the ruins.

Felix raised his arm and the silver phoenix patron fell on his slender fingers. Dumbledore’s gentle voice came: "He ran away and went underground... But I stopped Batty and the snake. ."

After Phoenix finished speaking, it turned into a silver mist and disappeared.

"You really have you." Felix said, staring at a picture frame on the table. In the frame, Barty Crouch embraced his wife, and on the other side was a handsome young man.

He already knew who the spy in the castle was.

Felix turned and walked out of the house. Behind him was fierce like a dragon. He roared and swallowed the house clean in one bite. He threw the photo frame into the sea of ​​fire, standing in the cold wind in the middle of the night, staring at the fierce fire raging with teeth and claws.

"How can no one promote your name, Voldemort?" he said playfully.

Felix held up his wand, chanting the spell he had received from Lucius Malfoy, "Bone reappears!" A green light flew out and jumped high into the sky.

It was a huge skeleton, made up of countless turquoise star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue. The skull rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

In the distance, Dumbledore's figure was looming~www.readwn.com~ He shook his head and didn't agree with Felix's actions, but he didn't stop it. It was time for the Ministry to be wary.

He turned and left, there are too many things to deal with tonight, at least, there is still a spy in the castle, I don't know if he can catch it in time. Batty's injury was also very serious. The only pity was that the snake died so quickly that it turned out to be a Horcrux. He didn't hear this information at all in the sound transmission mirror.

Felix waved his hand, extinguished the fire, leaving ruins everywhere.

He strode away, disappearing abruptly in the shadow of the mountains and forests, leaving only a low voice floating in the black night sky.

"See you next time, Voldemort, I hope you have recovered..."

...

a few minutes ago--

Hogwarts Castle, Gryffindor dormitory, Harry woke up suddenly from the bed with a splitting headache.

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