A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Time passed a little bit.

The three of Harry looked anxious, and Harry stared at the burning flame in the fireplace, expecting it to suddenly change color, and a wizard emerged from it and told them what had happened. Or a patron saint who passed the message would do...but nothing happened.

The firewood crackled and the atmosphere in the office became dull and depressing. Harry thought it was the reason for the high temperature—it was the end of July, and it was about to August, and not many people chose to raise the fireplace at this time.

He needed a thermostat locket... Harry thought without knowing the edge, but he was weighed down by heavier worries in an instant. He couldn't restrain the thoughts that came out of his mind... He handed over his hair and agreed to this. The plan was that if Sirius died because of this, it would be entirely caused by him.

At this moment, the flames in the fireplace suddenly jumped up, one person was tall, the color changed to emerald green, and a figure appeared in a whirl.

It's Kingsley Shaker.

Harry's heart pounded. He heard the suppressed scream next to him, but he couldn't tell which of Ron and Hermione made it. The flames had returned to orange red, which meant there was no Man, Harry's heart twitched.

Where is Sirius? Where is Ms. Bones? He yelled in his heart.

"How's the situation?" Felix jumped up from the sofa, keeping the coin he was playing with in his fist.

"It's going well," Kingsley said, his face sweaty, his clothes messy, and a lot of gray-brown dirt, as if he had just experienced a battle. "Grabbed two Death Eaters, McNeill and Rookwood who escaped from prison, August Rookwood."

"Where is Voldemort, he didn't show up?" Felix asked with a frown.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione held their breath and looked at Kingsley eagerly. Kingsley shook his head, looking confused and puzzled, "No one was encountered. In fact, there are only these two Death Eaters. All under is a group of miscellaneous troops-dementors, a few werewolves and vampires, and dark wizards who were found from nowhere...Bones thinks they are under the Imperius Curse."

"So Voldemort is just a test? He hides and observes in secret?" Felix muttered to himself, not satisfied with the result.

"It should be so." Kingsley gasped and said, "There is a lot of cannon fodder, and a swarm of swarms rushed up and frightened us. I also wonder when the Death Eaters were so brave...The casualties happened at that time. ——"

"Casualty?" Hermione breathed in.

"Oh, no one has died," Kingsley explained. "A few of them were injured and not life-threatening-I went on to say that the two Death Eaters were standing in the back position. After completing the test and firing the spell from a distance, Sirius and Burns cooperated to defeat one, and the other... I guess Dumbledore secretly shot."

Felix almost sorted out the whole process.

"What about Sirius, where is he now?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"With Bones, I will come back alone to report, and by the way, bring some people over to bring the captives back, uh, of course—and the therapist." Kingsley said, turning to look at Felix, "Hai Mr. Pu, this action barely met expectations. Then you can leave with your children. Mrs. Weasley was placed in Arthur's office."

Felix nodded silently. Then Kingsley hurried out of the office.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Felix said.

"It's over like this?" Harry asked, still feeling a little weird.

"No way, Voldemort can't take the bait," Felix shrugged, "This is war. You can't expect your opponent to make a fatal mistake at the beginning, and then get it right once and for all, even though..." He frowned, passing from Lucius. According to the news coming back, Voldemort has been a bit low-key recently, and he hasn't appeared a few times.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he wanted to gather followers first.

Those Death Eaters who hadn't been seen and escaped from Azkaban were all sent out by him.

"Let’s meet Mrs. Weasley first, and then you return to the Order of the Phoenix." Felix said, they walked out of the Minister of Magic’s office and took the elevator to the second floor where the Magic Law Enforcement Department is located. On this floor. The four people walked out of the elevator and came to a corridor with doors on both sides.

"We need to go through two gates, then turn left, then right, and finally walk to the end of the corridor." Ron said to a somewhat lost Harry. They are all unique..."

After entering the first oak wood door, they came to an open area where the Aurors gathered to work. There were not many people at this moment. The few people who stayed behind gathered together, the expressions on their faces were both excited and excited. Worry.

"The action was sudden...not much news..."

"Hope for good results."

"Didn't Kingsley say a big victory?"

"Chesterton, congratulations on your promotion. You should be the youngest director of the Dangerous Animals Committee?"

"I also got a little help from the family." A young man said in a long tone with restraint, revealing the family crest on his chest without a trace.

...

"Chesterton Avery!?" Hermione turned her head suddenly, screaming, her eyes fixed on the bragging young man.

Chesterton stood in a cubicle, looked in her direction, the smile on his face quickly faded, and said arrogantly: "It's me, you are--" His eyes were on Harry's three. Moved between them, and then saw Felix behind them again, and said in a faint voice: "So the award ceremony is over?"

But Hermione didn't appreciate it. She stared at him and whispered, "You evil—"

"Hermione." Felix interrupted her.

Chesterton looked irritated, still at a loss for unknown reasons. He had the heart to say a few ruthless words, but he was afraid of Felix who was standing on the side, his eyes shifting back and forth between cringe and viciousness. At last he hummed heavily, turned and left without looking back.

Hermione still looked at him puzzlingly.

"Can someone like him be promoted?" They had passed through the second oak door and walked in the empty corridor. Hermione also said angrily. Harry and Ron were surprised by her fierce attitude.

They had never heard that Hermione had an intersection with this person.

"I remember!" Harry said suddenly, "Avery, remember? In the cemetery, Voldemort was the first Death Eater to torture, because he pretended that he was under the Imperius Curse after Voldemort lost power. This escaped punishment..."

Ron also remembered. "It's true, but the voice is different. That Avery is obviously older--"

"Doesn't that mean that their family is broken?" Hermione said harshly. "Professor, why didn't the Ministry of Magic arrest all the Death Eaters who knew their names?"

"Calm down, Miss Granger." Felix said, "The Ministry of Magic represents order and cannot arrest people for no reason...but there must be some private tracking." A momentary escape is nothing. Lucius can give evidence at any time. A large number of people entered Azkaban.

But no one knows what Voldemort, who is helpless and has lost hope of dominating, will do.

The key to this war has always been Voldemort alone.

"Ms. Bones should really look up those pure blood scum..." Hermione whispered, Ron glanced over, and she quickly said, "Oh, of course your family doesn't count, you are—"

"—Pure-blood traitor." Ron nodded, entertaining himself.

They found Mrs. Weasley in the Muggle Abuse Prohibition Division on the second floor. She was still in a stable mood and Percy was with her. When she saw Harry and the others come in, she rushed over to hug and kiss them.

"Fortunately you are all fine—"

"Mom," Ron struggled hard. "We never went out!"

"Well, even so..." She smiled and said, "Your dad went to help. I heard that no one had an accident. He also caught a group of bad guys. The action was simple and successful. Ms. Burns took the lead. We A good minister was put on the stall."

Mrs. Weasley was obviously very satisfied with the result. Harry looked at Professor Haipu who was smiling but wisely did not tell her that Voldemort, the most dangerous source of the whole operation, did not appear.

"Let's wait for Arthur, let me take a look at him," Mrs. Weasley said uncomfortably. "Then we'll go back and prepare a birthday party for you." She said to Harry. "And you, Percy, must come over tonight."

"Mom, I'm very busy." Percy murmured. "There are more than a dozen reports to write--"

"Take Penello with you--if you forget, then be careful." Mrs. Weasley finished her words on her own, leaving Percy helpless.

They took the elevator to the Hall of the Ministry of Magic, looking at the gilded fireplace on the side of the wall from a distance.

After ten minutes-

Felix stared at the fireplace area, the fireplaces rose up in a row, and a group of people returned triumphantly from inside. The magnificent hall was suddenly lively, and there was thunderous applause.

The Aurors appeared with more than two dozen black-robed wizards, all of whom were wearing hoods and dressed as Death Eaters. It's just that the mask on his face was taken away, and his robe was dirty, and he was pushed forward staggeringly.

In Felix's eyes, these attackers-most of them were quite downcast. Several vampires with pale faces and thick dark circles under their eyes looked listless, as if they hadn't slept for a few days. They appeared to be mixed in the team. Very alternative.

There is also an alternative among vampires. He seemed to be in good spirits, looking around, without any fear. When his gaze fell in Felix's direction, he grinned happily.

Harry also stared at the crowd, knowing that some of these people might be controlled by Death Eaters with spells, but there was no impression of how to check him. If Avery managed to escape punishment by falsely claiming that he was under the Imperius Curse, what about now?

Harry's scar suddenly hurt inexplicably.

Harry opened his eyes wide, his brain was like a boiling cauldron, and the spoon kept stirring in it. Occlumency can only barely guarantee that he will not faint. Harry was dizzy and dizzy, his perspective changed rapidly, and he appeared in another person's body. Through those eyes, he looked to the opposite side, where his enemy was—

Harry Potter who survived the catastrophe, the pure-blood shame Ron Weasley, the mudblood Hermione Granger, and the threatening Felix Haip who amazed him.

"No—" Harry yelled, he didn't know whose mouth he yelled it.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?"

"Harry?"

Harry panted and bent over and pointed in a direction: "Voldemort, Voldemort...He is here!" He found his consciousness returned to his body. Sirius and Ms. Bones ran over quickly and heard this sentence. The words stopped in place in astonishment.

Felix squinted his eyes and stared in the direction Harry was pointing-there was no Voldemort there, only the restrained attacker.

"He's really here!" Harry was anxious, and Voldemort stood there calmly, staring at him with scarlet eyes, "Don't let him harm people!"

But others seemed to be completely unable to see Voldemort.

"He's there! Voldemort!" Harry was terrified. Why didn't everyone look at Voldemort, but instead looked at him?

"Harry, how are you—"

"Is it a phantom?"

"He's right there," Harry was still trying to explain, his eyes fixed on the front. "He was dressed all black! Black suit and black tie, tilted his head and moved his fingers, he drew out his wand-you, you- —" The people around him took a step back and looked at him cautiously.

"Put down the wand, Harry." Hermione said tremblingly.

What is she saying? Harry was puzzled. He stared at his hand suddenly, his wand didn't know when it appeared there, his hand seemed to be disobedient, and a force was constantly competing with him.

"Use your Occlumency, Harry."

Felix said in a deep voice, staring at the weird vampire at the same time. The stars flickered in his eyes, and the magic of the thinking house was released instantly. In a void of space, he had only time to glance: a thin man lying on the ground, painfully Moaning; another—Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Avada—"

Felix cut off the magic instantly.

In reality, the pale-faced vampire fell to the ground, without a breath of life.

"He's dead!" the Auror who escorted him said in horror.

At the same time, Harry felt dizzy, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying on a sofa. He heard a faint voice.

Harry tried to support his ears, but his head hit a man's hand.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered.

"Hush." ​​Harry shook his head slightly. He opened his eyes. From the decoration style, this should be the Office of the Minister of Magic, but not in the same room.

"Dumbledore, I need to know the reason, that kid—" It was Ms. Bones's voice, but it seemed that there was something in between and he couldn't hear clearly.

"He has a name!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Okay—Harry said he saw the mysterious person and he could accurately describe the behavior of the mysterious person. We all know that this is not true, it may be an illusion, but, but—" Ms. Bones lowered her voice. NS.

Harry tried his best to hear only a little bit, Hermione handed him a telescopic ear calmly, he glanced at her gratefully, and then put one in his ear, and the voice suddenly became clear.

"——His actions, he is imitating the actions of the mysterious people in his mouth."

Harry's heart seemed to fall to the bottom of the icy lake.

"Are you trying to say that the mysterious man manipulated Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Do not rule out this possibility," Bones said dryly, and Sirius made a barking noise. "It could also be a curse. Everyone knows that Voldemort is very good at these. I need to know your opinion so that I can make a suitable arrangement."

After a moment of silence--

"That scar, Voldemort's unsuccessful spell connected him and Harry, and when they got closer, they would affect each other. And Harry, he was just a fifteen-year-old kid, obviously falling in Downwind—"

Dumbledore said softly.

"But I can assure you, Amelia. Harry is absolutely safe in the Order of the Phoenix and Hogwarts, either to others or to himself. And it must be said that Harry is closed in his mind. He is quite talented in the art, and it may be that Felix’s tutoring is very effective..."

"Thank you for the compliment, Principal Dumbledore," Felix's voice said.

"Well, I trust your judgment." Ms. Bones was persuaded. "The kid—Harry, do you need to send him to St Mungo?"

"I think Mrs. Weasley will take care of him." Dumbledore said briefly.

The sound of footsteps became clear, Harry immediately buried his head in the sofa and pretended to be asleep. Her mind was in a mess. Hermione took the opportunity to pull the telescopic ears off his ears—the next second, Dumbledore, Burns, and Jr. Sirius and Felix walked in.

She put her hands behind her back unnaturally.

"Let Mrs. Weasley in, she must be waiting anxiously..." Dumbledore said gently.

"I'll tell mom." Ron stood up and said.

"In addition-regarding the Anti-thief Waterfall, we must hurry up, Mr. Haipu, can I visit the "Future World" company with you?" Ms. Bones is still discussing work.

"No problem." Felix nodded.

Harry fell asleep again dizzy.

...

When Felix and Ms. Bones came out of the "Future World" company, it was completely dark. Most of the shops were closed with doors and windows. Only the magic lamp at the door was emitting a soft light. Rows of wanted photos were taken. It's very clear.

"I go back to the Ministry of Magic from the public fireplace, don't worry," Ms. Burns said.

Felix nodded, watched her disappear into the fireplace, turned and walked towards the sword fort. He wanted to study the information on the Anti-thief Waterfall, at least to clear the difficult points one by one.

At this time, a young figure emerged from the darkness—a little boy, probably only seven or eight years old.

The residents around? Felix didn't feel threatened from him~www.readwn.com~ but... he stared at a letter in the boy's hand.

"One. A bald-headed uncle asked me to give it to you," the little boy timidly raised the letter in his hand, crying and said: "He asked me to wait here, I want to go home... but I can't get out. ."

Felix's gaze flickered, he quickly looked at it from a magical perspective, and there was only a faint magical power lingering on the envelope. He took the letter and patted the little boy on the head, "I got it, so hurry up and go home."

Felix didn't open the letter until the little boy disappeared. There was only an apparition address and a provocative evil magic power.

"Are you going to fight me? I've been looking forward to it for a long time. Last time I didn't use a lot of magic."

Felix stared at the letter and muttered to himself, he seemed to have received the same treatment as Dumbledore, and was privately engaged by Voldemort. It seemed that Voldemort was deeply impressed by his incarnation of the magic text and getting rid of the killing curse.

He directly apparated and disappeared in Diagon Alley.

The cool breeze is a good time to experiment with magic.