A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Following Ginny's question, Mafalda's attention was placed on her for the first time. The two were tall and short, weighing each other.

Harry found that the two girls looked somewhat similar to Mrs. Weasley, and they both had reddish hair, but they were quite different. Ginny’s hair is like flames, even among the seven children of the Weasley family, it’s the most recognizable, and she doesn’t look at people with aggressive eyes most of the time-but now is an exception, she is like a The turkey that was about to be served on the Halloween table was frying badly.

"I met Aunt Molly, only once." Mafalda said: "But I saw your father more. He took me to Diagon Alley and bought some things in advance. He also gave me an owl, and I wrote to him when I returned. He was very busy at first, but then slowed down."

"It may be because he is very busy, or you have too many questions." Ginny said word by word.

"Perhaps, but I don't need him to take me, I can do it alone." Mafalda said, "I persuaded my parents to allow me to go to Diagon Alley. How do you say that? It's coming...get to know the wizarding world."

"I'm interested in everything in Diagon Alley. The old Tom at the Broken Cauldron Bar has all his teeth, but his food is delicious; when I asked about Mrs. Morkin's marital status, she drove me away. Come out... I also persuaded the clerk at Lihen Bookstore to allow me to sit in the corner and read a book. My favorites are "Simple Spells for Fooling Muggles" and Guidro Lockhart’s seven series of adventures. I picked a few of the former. I learned a spell, and the effect was good. The latter made me learn a lot..."

"Wait!" Harry felt that her speech was ridiculous enough to be interrupted, and he was not alone in thinking so, Ron, Hermione and Ginny yelled at the same time, Mafalda glared at them. This scene is really funny, everyone looked at each other for a while.

"Okay, say one by one." Hermione sighed, and when the little girl approached her and said that she had important information about Death Eaters, she knew that she was not a well-behaved student. Sure enough, they were all. Scared.

She looked at Mafalda and asked patiently: "Miss Prewitt, Mr. Weasley should have told your parents that the magic world is not peaceful now, how do you persuade your parents to let you go to Diagon Alley by yourself? "She actually wanted to accuse Mafalda's parents of being irresponsible.

"They don't interact very much," Mafalda pointed to himself and Ginny, to indicate the parents of the two families. "My father and Aunt Molly are relatives, but they may not have a good relationship. The blunt conversation can be seen—"

"That's exactly what I want to say." Ron interrupted, and everyone else looked at him. He swallowed and whispered: "Mom does have a distant cousin, but the family doesn't mention him much..."

"My father is a dumb gunner. My current job is an accountant and occasionally speculates in stocks. My mother is a Muggle, and they have not been involved in the magic world before." Mafalda said, "Except for me." She added.

"But—" Hermione entangled, "Even so, Mr. Weasley can't help but remind—"

"Oh, it's very simple. I told Mom and Dad-someone is waiting for me behind the door of Diagon Alley, Bill Weasley, I know he works in Diagon Alley." Mafalda glanced at her triumphantly. .

Hermione looked shocked. Ginny let out a cat-like angry cry.

"So you are lying?"

Mafalda shrugged, the answer is self-evident.

After being quiet in the abandoned classroom for a while, Harry asked, "You know Lockhart is one, one..." He hesitated.

"A liar?" Mafalda asked. Harry nodded, and she said calmly, "I like the way he tells stories, nothing more."

The questioning was over. Even though Ron and Ginny didn't like Mafalda very much, they still pinched their noses to recognize this relative.

"What is the purpose of your coming today?" Ginny asked stiffly, "You should know that Gryffindor College and Slytherin College are rivals. If someone finds out..."

"That's why I came here secretly." Mafalda said startled, and took out a green notebook from his pocket—Harry saw in some details that it came from the Muggle world. Products—She turned a page, but didn't show them to them, but instead snapped in front of her and said, “I can provide you with information about Slytherin College, about the Death Eaters...but in exchange—”

"Death Eaters?" Harry, Ron, and Ginny said silently.

The three people looked at Hermione, and Hermione waved her hand quickly, "I don’t know more than you, she— uh—" Hermione found the problem. A young girl from a Muggle family had no knowledge of the wizarding world before. What information do you know?

"Oh?" Mafalda looked at them strangely, "Is that very understanding? I continue to say-I certainly won't do anything in vain. As a condition, you have to be the protagonists in my story."

Harry looked at her in confusion, what and what.

"What's in the story?"

"The protagonist in the story," Mafalda shook his finger at him, "I haven't told you, I like history and writing, do you know Bathilda Bagshot?"

Harry nodded reluctantly. He knew this man, an excellent historian, who wrote the textbooks in the history of magic, and lived in Godric Valley after she retired. Godric Valley... he felt tight.

Mafalda did not notice Harry's strangeness. She followed the previous words and said: "Bahida Basha wrote "A History of Magic". She has a saying that I particularly agree with. The happiest thing for the recorder of history is to be able to Dialogue with history itself."

"Do you know the meaning of this sentence?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"This is what I do now." Mafalda said.

Ron pondered, and slowly said, "So you want to write us into your story? Well—you just said you like Lockhart's book?" He gave them a deep look, "Thinking Think about it."

"Harry won't agree!" Ginny raised her eyebrows, and she looked at Harry uncertainly. "Right?"

"Of course." Harry nodded decisively. He didn't want to be followed by a follower, the Crevey brothers were enough for him. He resolutely said to Mafalda: "Sorry, I have a lot of things this year, O.W.Ls exams, Quidditch, clubs... I have no time to play house games with you."

Mafalda blinked, and just when Harry thought she was going to give up, she lowered her head and stared at the open notebook, reciting the names one by one: "Knott, Avery, Gagson, Se Irwin, Crabbe, Gore, Malfoy...well, he's not sure, do you want me to continue reading?"

Harry opened his mouth wide, Ron's mouth was not much smaller than his, and Hermione looked at her in shock.

Mafalda stared at their faces and smiled.

"So they really have something to do with Death Eaters?"

"How did you guess—" Harry said difficultly. These names were all he heard from Voldemort himself on the graveyard, and each one had a pivotal place in the magical world. But they humbled into the dirt in front of Voldemort, and had to kiss Voldemort's robe for forgiveness.

Sirius told him that because there was no evidence, the Ministry of Magic could not arrest people and could only use surveillance methods at present. Of course, his original words were not the case. Sirius was as annoyed by this incident as Harry: "Amelia did not agree to catch them two pounds of Veritaserum..." After calming down, he himself admitted this idea. Unreliable, "Unless we intend to mess up the magical world, or really do this, we must first arrest ourselves..." He said gloomily, "Pure blood is like this, there is no actual evidence, and a bunch of them can be brought out in the area."

Mafalda smiled like a fox. "The surname Prewitt is unexpectedly bluffing, and it is not as eye-catching as Weasley. So, you see, I will be an excellent undercover agent for... for justice Career, how is it?"

"I don't agree." Harry said slowly.

"Why?" Mafalda asked in surprise. She never expected that she would still be rejected when she showed her ability.

"Harry, if a Slytherin student is willing to help us, even if..." Ron said.

"No," Harry said. "No." He repeated, "What if she is found?"

"Don't worry," Mafalda interjected. "From my observation this month, Slytherin College has become different from the rumors..."

"Do you know what you are doing? What you have to face is not just the bad students, but the real Death Eaters! If a Slytherin student mentions you at home and investigates you behind your back...your cleverness still Does it work?" Harry glared at her, with an unprovoked anger in his heart, "You are pulling your family into a dangerous situation. They don't even know how to make magic."

Mafalda pointed at Hermione unconvincedly, "As far as I know, her family environment is no different from mine."

Hermione was silent.

"Because she didn't have a choice—" The blood in Harry's chest poured into his face. Valley

"I know you are referring to Muggle status—"

"Not only that, but also because she is my friend." Harry said lowly, and he looked at Mafalda out of breath. "Yes, she is a friend of the famous Harry Potter and Ron. , He didn’t have a choice either. From when he was on my side when he was in the first grade... I had no choice. I was forced to have a relationship with Voldemort when I was a baby. If nothing happens, we must have Die one, or die together."

Mafalda suddenly froze.

"I do not have-"

"I don’t know what you take as an undercover agent. If it’s just a prank, that’s fine, but you are very capable, I can see it. It’s even worse. I don’t think you ever thought that one day you will see yourself in the newspaper. A picture of the house in ruins, right? There is still a dark sign hanging on it?"

"I'm not—you are wrong!"

"Then talk about it," Harry said, looking down into her eyes.

Mafalda glared back at him unwillingly, her eyes gleaming, "You wait for me!" She gave them a hateful look, turned and ran away.

Harry stared at her back, but what he thought of was the picture of Godric Valley he read from the old newspaper. The picture was in ruins, just like Moody told him...except for some white flowers on the edge of the ruins. The candles and candles were all left behind by some wizards who came here, "Sorrowful condolences..." The book said that when Harry saw these words, he felt that all this was meaningless, and his family would never be able to return. .

Sometimes when Harry lay in bed, it would be great if he could get the resurrection stone, even if the resurrection stone could not be like Luna's words, it could resurrect the dead, it was only a function in the story of the three brothers, let him see Just reach the soul of a loved one...not just a green light in his head and his mother's pleading voice...

"Harry, you better be careful, she doesn't seem to be messy." Ron said, looking in the direction of the classroom door.

"I don't care." Harry said stiffly.

He suddenly thought of something, Luna believes in the deathly hallows, is there someone she also desperately wants to see? She can still see Ye Qi.

"She looks pretty smart," Ron said after hesitating. "We also accepted other students into the duel self-study group. I believe they will not refuse to fight the Death Eaters—"

"She's only eleven." Harry said coldly, and Ron closed his mouth. After a while, Harry asked in hindsight: "She said that Slytherin College has become different...what's the matter?"

Ron said angrily, "The only person you know has just been driven away. Why don't we go and ask Malfoy?"

Harry was a little upset, he should ask first.

…

At night, Felix continued to work as a promising bounty hunter. Apart from entering the pig’s head bar for the first time, he had some unhappiness with the bar owner. At other times, he just stood at the door wearing a black cloak. , After a while, the target will'walk out' on its own.

Hogsmeade recently added a legend of a powerful ghost.

Of course, because the people who disappeared were all dark wizards, and they were the worst group, there were not many people who really cared about—these people were hiding their heads and showing their tails, and they might have left suddenly in an emergency.

Some wizards vowed to claim that they saw a ghost, which has extremely powerful mana, and just beckoning can take away the soul of a person.

"He is the incarnation of the **** of death." said an old wizard obsessed with horror stories.

His performance attracted a lot of applause, and the old wizard also won himself a glass of Hot Whiskey. The barman at the pig's head bar gave a disdainful "sneer" and continued to lower his head and wipe the goblet with a dirty rag.

Felix occasionally took time to visit unfinished sites.

In a clearing in the center of Hogsmeade village, a large amount of building materials are piled up. Black and white marbles are arranged in a patchwork pattern, and there are mysterious star patterns on it. Felix stood in the center of the stars with interest and looked around. The entire wizard village was shrouded in the deep night, with only a few sparse stars.

Felix stared into the darkness, where there was a faint sound approaching, like footsteps, but too soft.

From Ye Qi's perspective, the unknown creature's body appeared very vague, even in the dark. He could only see a circle of vague light, faintly pieced together into the appearance of a thin house elf.

This is another pair of eyes that are different from the normal perspective and the magical perspective. If he had to define it, he seemed to be able to see the soul glowing.

"You, hello, Mr. Haipu, Bundy greets you."

The house elf shrieked, stopped at a distance, and bowed to Felix. Then he raised his head and looked at Felix's silver-gray eyes. He couldn't help but shivered. These eyes made him fearful.

"What's the matter, Bundy?"

"Mr. Haipu, Bundy brought you a letter. I'm so sorry, Bundy could not enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the house elf bowed deeply as he spoke, "Bundy, Bundy After waiting a few days nearby, I finally saw you."

Felix always felt that the scene was a bit familiar at the moment, but the last time he sent the letter was a child, and it was also Voldemort's invitation letter. He took the letter, and the envelope had a triangle pattern: inside it was a circle and a vertical line. He stared at the pattern for a few seconds, with a little more guessing in his heart, "Newmontgard?"

The house elf bent his body lower.

Felix opened the letter without a trace of magic, and it was a simple line of words: "You are lying, the old magic wand does not belong to you."

Felix smiled unconsciously, "Although the old wand does not belong to me, it does not belong to you, Mr. Dark Lord." He tentatively asked Bundy the house elf: "Can I meet Mr. Grindelwald? "

"He has no plans to meet guests for the time being. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Bundy said respectfully.

Felix smacked his lips. It seemed that Gellert Grindelwald was still locked up and could not get out, but at least he could contact the outside world. I wrote to accuse him...

Is this the end of the first generation of the Dark Lord?

Dumbledore was still too kind, and Felix didn't think he would give Voldemort a chance to enjoy the same treatment.

He wrote a short reply, his tone full of regrets (or mockery?) for not being able to meet with him, along with a few books from the ring, and handed it to the house elf, "Transfer me to Grindel" Mr. Wo, let him... pass the time, if he is interested, we can communicate by letter in the future."

He handed the house elf a copper Nat, "You can contact me through this."

When Bundy the house elf disappeared, Felix began to look forward to it. What would be the magical path of the Dark Lord? What kind of style does he have?

After staying in place for a while, he began to worry about whether the wording of his reply was too sarcastic. What if the Dark Lord was careful, he was amused by the idea, and turned to leave.

…

The last two weeks of October were full of violent storms. Towards the end, a chilly rain caused the temperature to drop sharply, and the little wizards put on thick clothes to resist the cold wind like a knife.

Many students wear gloves even during breaks, but their minds become more vivid: Halloween, Quidditch's first game, and ancient magic text exchange activities will intensively appear in the next week.

As Halloween approaches, colorful decorations are once again hung up in the castle, and the atmosphere in the school is clear.

Finally, October 27th arrived.