A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Let's go in," Harry whispered to Hermione, and they walked into Sirius' rental house together.

But there are already people in the house.

Harry stared, staring at the unshaven stranger in front of him, the man with **** messy hair that looked like Crookshanks after a few rolls in the mud. He swaggered against the sofa, with a short looped leg laid lazily on the table, as if he was asleep.

"Who are you!" Harry and Hermione simultaneously drew their wands.

Crookshanks fell on the ground and let out a threatening cry.

The man in the tattered jacket was awakened. He turned over and sat up. He looked up and saw a sparking wand against his neck. He obediently raised his hand and surrendered.

"My name is Mondungus Fletcher, and I am entrusted by Dumbledore to protect you." said the chunky man.

"You lied," Hermione shrieked. "How could Dumbledore send you, you like—"

Mondungus glanced at her aggrievedly. "What's wrong with me? I work for Dumbledore and Haipu at the same time. I joined the Order of the Phoenix more than ten years ago..."

"But why are you here? This is a house rented by Sirius." Harry asked, continuing to point his wand at the man.

"He asked me to come. He can't walk away now." Mondungus leaned back cautiously.

"So you are here to tell me to leave early?" Harry's eyes widened. "But you didn't do anything. Instead, you slept here." He said angrily. He almost misunderstood because the information was not correct. Hermione.

Mondungus pointed to his loose and bloodshot eyes, "Look at me. I just finished a major event, and my eyes are so sleepy that I can’t open my eyes. I came too early, thinking about sleeping for a while... I didn’t expect. You found it yourself."

"Are you busy with the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Almost." Mondungus said vaguely.

"But aren't you instructed to protect Harry?"

"Ahem, there is a temporary task..."

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, and they thought this guy was suspicious no matter how they looked, and their eyes were sneaky.

"Since you are the one sent to inform Harry, then you, uh, should know where we are going?" Hermione asked.

"I can't say the specific address, at least not now. I have to wait until --" Montongues said, and he waved his hand. "Wait, don't be impulsive, it's Old Black House!"

Harry and Hermione put down their wands.

"How to leave from here?"

"Through that," Montongues pointed to the fireplace, "Floonet."

"What about the time?"

"At seven o'clock, there is another person waiting, he has a note in his hand," Mundungus murmured, "Don't ask me, I don't know who it is."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and they almost guessed who it was.

"What's the note you just mentioned?"

"The specific address written by the confidential person serves as the key to the Courageous Loyalty Curse." Montongues explained, "The place we are going has been casted on the Courageous Faithful Curse. I can't find it at all. Only the confidential person has the right to decide who to disclose the secret to. Then we won't take it into consideration anymore when we speak."

Harry and Hermione believed him temporarily, but the necessary cross-examination was still necessary.

"Are you familiar with Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I often borrow the fireplace here, safe and concealed! Not under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic!" Mondungus said.

"Not regulated?"

"Yes, I guess the people of the Black family must have paid a lot of money to get this technology. Think about it, if I also mastered it, I could set up secret strongholds all over the world. How convenient would it be! And perfect! Avoid the Ministry of Magic!" Mondungus said triumphantly, full of praise for his grand plan.

Unfortunately, the plan is stuck on the first step.

"Mr. Fletcher—"

"Just call me Mondungus, girl, I am not a distinguished person." Mondungus said, scratching his unshaven chin.

"Okay," Hermione's voice paused, "I heard that you need permission from the owner to connect to a private fireplace-and unless there is a valid reason, wizards are not allowed to connect Muggle fireplaces to the Floo network..."

Mondungus waved his hand.

"The rules are dead. You know what I mean." He squeezed his eyes at Hermione, tacitly funny, "Dare you say that Sirius's ancestors never set up a floo network privately? And the Ministry of Magic ——Hmph, it’s just a good point..."

He started flipping his pockets everywhere, and finally took out a black pipe full of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth. Only then did he look up at Harry and Hermione.

"Do you mind?"

"What? Oh, uh, of course not—"

"Thank you." He lit his pipe with his wand and took a deep breath. A few seconds later, a large puff of green, smelly smoke was spit out, "I have to get a few refreshing breaths every hour--" Mondungus said in the smoke, as if explaining to them.

Harry and Hermione shrank quietly to the other end of the sofa, far away from him.

"Do you want something to eat, Hermione?" Harry asked loudly.

"If you say that..." Hermione glanced at the expanding smoke and stood up decisively: "I'm really hungry."

They walked towards the kitchen.

"Bring me a copy too, thank you--" Mondungus shouted in the living room.

"Do you know how to cook?" Hermione asked in a low voice in the kitchen.

"A little bit, I practiced at Dursley's house. How about you?"

"I will do a little too." Hermione said guiltyly.

Harry's hand touched the refrigerator door. "It's awful," he said.

"how--"

The refrigerator door was opened, except for the two tomatoes on the top floor, which was empty. Harry reached out and fiddled with them. The tomatoes showed a big mold.

"I forgot that Sirius didn't eat much at home during this time." Harry said.

Hermione blinked. "Can you accept compressed cookies?"

"I'm not very hungry suddenly," Harry said hurriedly, "just finished my meal."

"Me too." Hermione narrowed her eyes and said.

In the end, only Mondungus had the compressed biscuits, and neither Harry nor Hermione had any appetites. Harry had to open the window for the smell of burning socks everywhere.

At this time, he saw a familiar figure walking across the road.

"Professor?" he said overjoyed.

Felix glanced at Harry in front of the window, nodded with a smile, and was immediately irritated by the smell of the room.

"The whirlwind swept away."

The smoke and dust in the room was swept away by a whirlwind, Harry and Hermione were obviously relieved, and Hermione breathed freely.

"I arrived half an hour early and found that you have already left," Felix said to Harry and Hermione, "then I got caught up in something again. It took a while to convince your family."

"Did you see the Dursleys?" Harry called.

More than that, Felix thought. He glanced at Hermione, her parents were also very persistent, as if they knew he was coming over, and blocked him by the side of the road ahead of time.

"Yes," Felix said briefly. "Your cousin has something wrong. He kept screaming when he saw me. Your uncle almost rushed to hit me..."

Harry looked at him unclearly.

"... Then I found out that it was your cousin who stole the Duke Honey's ice mouse. It has nothing to do with me."

Felix looked at the clock on the wall. "It's almost there." He digs out a note from his pocket and handed it to Harry. "You two read it and remember this address. You won't need it later. NS."

Harry and Hermione took it, and the note read "No. 12 Grimmauld Place." The two remembered it several times, and then the note turned to ashes.

"Professor, are you the secret of Old Black House?"

"I am not," Felix didn't elaborate, "Dumbledore is the one. He also provided the note."

At exactly seven o'clock, a green flame rose in the fireplace.

"According to the agreement, we have about two minutes, hurry up." Felix pushed Harry to the fireplace and urged: "If you have any questions, let's talk over there."

He packed all his luggage in the ring.

Harry hugged Hedwig, stood in the flames, and shouted "Grimaud Square No. 12". The figure disappeared, followed by Hermione, Mondungus, who was holding Crookshanks, and Felix finally Standing in the fireplace.

"Master Harry," said a low, hoarse voice.

Harry was taken aback, his glasses were blocked by the thick dust, and he vaguely saw a thin figure.

"Kreacher?" he asked tentatively.

"It's Kreacher!" said the old house elf happily, and took out a feather duster from behind to help Harry clean up the dust.

"Oh, thank you—thank you, no more, I can do it myself—"

Harry said that he saw a small square object dangling in front of his eyes. He took off his glasses and wiped it on his clothes.

At this time, Hermione, Mondungus, and Felix also came over.

Harry wiped his glasses and stared at the green thing just now-a locket hanging on Kreacher's chest.

"Sirius gave you this?" Harry asked in surprise, this thing is Regulus' relic, a forged Horcrux~www.readwn.com~ He thought Sirius would put this away and no one would show it. .

"The host is very generous, he allows me to keep this thing." Kreacher said.

At this moment a person rushed out from the living room.

"Remus," Felix greeted, "I didn't expect to meet again so soon, your mission completed?"

"Yes." Lupin said weirdly.

"I'll change my clothes and stay in the study for a while. Come and answer them." Felix said.

Lupin nodded: "Leave it to me."

"I'll go to bed too, and call me when I'm eating," Mondungus said, yawning and walked to the living room sofa.

"The professor joined the Order of the Phoenix too?" Harry stared at Felix's back and disappeared into the stairs, asking with interest.

"He didn't." Lupin said, "but he is on our side and is considered our ally—"