A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the village of Hogsmeade, Felix is ​​talking with a representative of the French Ministry of Magic.

The man named "Jiles Fitzgerald" is very talkative, and if he ignores his regular hand to smooth out his poorly sparse hair, the whole process is fairly easy and pleasant.

"I heard that Mr. Haipu is still Busbarton's school manager. It was a talent discovered by Mr. Nick LeMay... He really picked the right person. Mr. Le May has always been generous, and I got a certain amount when I was in school. He's really a good man with a lot of scholarship, isn't he, Myron?"

Giles turned to look at the middle-aged wizard next to him, who was Boothbarton's deputy principal.

"You are right." Myron said calmly, "Mr. Le May's departure is a loss to the French magical world."

Giles cleared his throat, "That's it, but we have Mr. Haipu again, history is always reincarnation..."

"Yes." The vice-principal Mellen said briefly.

Felix smiled and said nothing. The conversation happened when Giles turned the corner to inquire about his arrangements for the Boothbatton scholarship. After learning that everything was business as usual, Giles spent ten minutes praising him verbally, but when Jars After discovering that Felix wasn't interested in the part that was touting himself, he turned his head and praised Nico Lemay's contribution in a high-profile manner.

Nick LeMay left a lot of inheritance, but Felix only took away the most useful part for him, and the rest was left there without any changes. Including Nick's vault in the Gringotts branch in France, he has only visited once, and there are not many alchemy items worthy of his attention.

So when the Gringotts fairy came out with a thick stack of contracts, he did not choose to abolish any of them.

Felix thought it would make him happy.

"Today's wind is a bit strong," Giles murmured, reaching out to the side of the lock of hair that was keeping his nose in front of him.

But soon, there were loud noises from a distance, and Felix raised his head and looked into the distance, his expression becoming serious.

He stretched out his hand, and a small black dot appeared on the palm of his palm. The small dot was like ink dripping in clear water, which quickly smeared, and a book appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Haipu?" Giles asked in surprise, looking curiously at the magic book in his hand.

"We are in trouble, Mr. Giles. Tell the others to hide temporarily." Felix said calmly, his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing near the edge of Hogsmeade.

An exaggerated black tornado hit the village of Hogsmeade. Wherever it went, the black tornado uprooted rocks, turf, heads, and trees along the way, and the wizards were in a mess.

"quiet."

Felix heard the loud voice of Amelia Burns, but the effect was very little. Everyone was frightened by the sudden natural disaster. Although the tornado is still some distance away, the roaring wind and rain have already begun. One step arrived, and he was smashing it down.

"Ministry of Magic Auror, striker, fend off the storm with me." Ms. Bones shouted, and Ministry staff appeared from hidden corners.

Felix pressed his hand on the book of magic texts, the pages of the book turned "crash", and a dozen orbs of milky white light flew out of it and rushed directly to the mighty behemoth.

"It's lighting!"

"Professor Haipu is here."

The black tornado swallowed the ball of light in one bite. After a few seconds, the volume of the tornado expanded rapidly, as if it was about to roll down the clouds in the sky, and pierce dazzling beams of light from the whistling whirlpool, which can be rushed into it. Break it up before the village.

The black tornado was forced to disperse into dozens of small whirlwinds, rushing into the village and beginning to wreak havoc. Following this, rocks and branches fell from a high altitude. Felix watched as a human head-sized rock drove a shop’s roof. A big hole was smashed, and the ensuing whirlwind blown all the furniture inside, looking like some kind of monster vomiting.

Felix had to stop after breaking a small tornado. He stood in the scattered air currents, staring into the sky, a black-robed wizard appeared in the air, his facial features blurred and his skin pale.

His red eyes looked down at the mess below and grinned silently. Are thousands of wizards useful?

"Come up." He lipped.

Felix remained unmoved, staring at Voldemort with silver eyes. From Ye Qi's perspective, his soul radiated black light from inside to outside, and more than one piece was missing, like a rotten pumpkin that was gnawed by wild beasts and then discarded.

A thought flashed through Felix's mind: Voldemort's soul was more ugly than his appearance.

He counted it several times, and there were seven gaps in total.

In other words, Voldemort made a total of seven Horcruxes... Counting the body, he divided the soul into eight.

They have destroyed four of the Horcruxes, the diary, the crown, the Gunter ring, and the snake. There are three pieces left: the Slytherin locket is in Dumbledore's hands; Harry, who is a half-horcrux, cannot be stripped right now; and the last one—unknown.

Felix's lips squirmed and told Dumbledore in a corner of Hogsmeade. After doing all this, he kicked away the rock under his feet and appeared in the air, facing Voldemort.

"I'm a little high on you, Voldemort," Felix said. "Anyone who claims to be the ruler kills innocent people indiscriminately."

"Just say hello, do you care about hurting one or two ants by mistake?" Voldemort said lazily, twirling the snake stick in his hand, looking at Felix's silver eyes, snake-like nostrils expanding excitedly. Sure enough...You have also transformed yourself, you chose Ye Qi?"

"Ah," Felix said quietly, "After all, it's a creature that has something to do with death."

"But they are too weak, I tend to basilisk," Voldemort commented in a high voice: "I have cultivated a few, but unfortunately none of them have grown up. It may be the reason for the lack of certain key steps. Later I found that I like it better. Black magic, I did some experiments on myself, some were successful, some were unsuccessful...This is the price of being at the forefront of the entire magical world, and I have to make some trial and error."

Voldemort enjoyed this kind of pre-war exchange, which was one of his few interests. But there are very few people in this world who can discuss magic with him, especially since he and Dumbledore don't have a common language-Dumbledore has always used transfiguration to greet him, and both opening and closing are "power of love".

"Why didn't you see Dumbledore, you fell out?" Voldemort said maliciously, snake-like pupils looking down.

"Isn't this what you expected? Before you appeared, I killed more than a dozen dark wizards. He may not be willing to leave early." Felix said.

Voldemort studied his face carefully, as if examining the truth or not.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "he is no longer my opponent."

"Tsk." Felix smacked his lips.

"Do you think I'm talking big?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know. But it looks like you finally found a suitable wand for yourself, that's why you dare to show up openly." Felix said. From the beginning, Voldemort placed the wand in the most conspicuous position.

"The magic wand made by Salazar Slytherin was inherited by his best descendants." Voldemort spread his hand, and the wand in his hand shone with emerald light, trembling buzzingly.

"That's really suitable for you." Felix said slowly.

After a brief exchange, fierce fighting broke out.

...

The village of Hogsmeade has become a mess.

Mrs. Morkin ran out of her dilapidated shop, looking very embarrassed, her shop door was lifted off, and she didn't know where she went right now. When she saw Voldemort in mid-air, she suddenly slumped on the ground and said blankly: "It's true... He really came back..."

The fairly calm wizards gathered together and worked together to fight the small tornado that had just been broken up by Felix.

The staff placed in advance by the Ministry of Magic came in handy, and some powerful wizards also actively joined in the middle. The owner of the broken cauldron bar cursed while smashing a small tornado. He looked up and saw him not far away. There is a somewhat similar old man with a white beard.

"You are really useless," Aberforth said rudely.

Dumbledore waved away a whirlwind and listened carefully. After a few seconds, his eyes showed complicated expressions, surprises, regrets, and hesitations. When he raised his head, he found that his brother was staring at him fiercely, as if he was hesitant to punch him in the nose.

"Ah, sorry, what did you just say?"

Dumbledore glanced in the distance. The battle had begun. Felix led Voldemort out of the village. The sound of the two fighting resounded through the valley. The black thunder accompanied by the dazzling golden flames ploughed the earth over and over again. , Then there was spear rain, gold coin rain, and... Is that the cork of Butterbeer?

In the corner, a chubby wizard with a walrus beard peered his head, and when he met Dumbledore's gaze, he smiled awkwardly.

...

A big golden-red bird descended from the sky. It had a golden tail and a pair of sharp claws of the same color. There were a bunch of people hanging on its legs, especially one dragged on its tail. Fox screamed dissatisfiedly. Throw away the guy who was pulling its tail feathers all the way.

"Oh my God--"

"Ouch! Don't press me down."

"Don't talk, stay alert!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville got up from the ground and saw Sirius holding his wand looking around vigilantly, "Get out the wand, children." The four of Harry did as they stood in front of them. It was a mess, with rubble everywhere, and the shop windows displaying the goods were tattered. No window was intact. The sign of a shop was smashed all over by something, and a thick layer of dust was covered.

"That's Mrs. Morkin's shop, where did her door go?" Ron said, pointing to the robe shop with its wide open doors.

A figure staggered into the shop, it was Draco Malfoy. He almost ran into Mrs. Morkin's shop by crawling on the ground.

"What's wrong with him?" Neville said puzzledly.

"Maybe I'm scared," Ron said contemptuously. "No one begged him to come, he was holding Fox's tail." Gu

Harry looked at Mrs. Morkin's robe shop in silence when he suddenly felt that he had been cheated.

Malfoy said he supported Professor Haipu, but he kept silent about how to support it, let alone admitting that his father was a Death Eater. The only valuable information Malfoy gave during the whole process was that he admitted that he was his own hands. Give the diary (horcrux) to Professor Haipu.

But the problem is that Malfoy didn't know that the diary was a Horcrux.

Thinking about it now, this doesn't mean anything at all. Maybe he was afraid of being controlled by the diary again, so he took the initiative to hand it in, and the selected professor was Professor Haipu who was also from Slytherin College. As he said, he didn't want to get involved with the secret room...

As for whether he had considered the safety of the little wizard from a Muggle family, only God knew.

"Are we here late?" Neville asked, with tension and excitement still remaining on his face, which he saw as a formal action against Voldemort. "Mystery people raided here? But where's the professor? Where's Principal Dumbledore? Where's the staff at the Ministry of Magic?"

There is no one around.

Phoenix raised his head and cried, and flew straight in one direction.

They glanced at each other.

"Let's keep up!" Sirius whispered, "Remember, we are not here to fight. I have fought with Voldemort and know how terrifying his strength is... We must first contact the principal, Felix, or the Ministry of Magic. The parties joined together and told them Harry’s thoughts.” At this point, he was silent for a moment, “You are all students, but you are also the most determined fighters. I hope you can grow up, and I will talk more in class. It’s not as good as one practice. So don’t die."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville nodded silently, this feeling is really different from normal classrooms.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise in the distance, as if a mountain had collapsed.

"It's where Fox left. The professor and Principal Dumbledore may be there." Harry said.

They ran quickly. The streets were full of fragments of buildings, furniture, books, cages, clothes that they didn’t know where they came from... They jumped over obstacles with fear, luckily, they didn’t find the dead body. .

"Where!"

In the distance are densely packed with hundreds of wizards. It seems that everyone in Hogsmeade village has gathered there. Phoenix Fox flies all the way forward, sprinkling dots of light, and it finally stops on a rusty bracket. Above and below are the tattered wooden signs.

"Pig's head bar."

They exchanged glances and were very curious about Fox stopping here. Harry stepped forward and took a look through the broken window with the probe, only to be choked by the sudden smell of sheep. The few near the door The table was dusty, and the floor was dirty and greasy stains.

The light in the pig's head bar is very dim, and you can vaguely see a person sitting there, Harry with his mouth open, it is Principal Dumbledore!

Why is he here? Shouldn't he fight outside? Is it a one-on-one contest between Voldemort and Professor Haipu? Principal Dumbledore would not promote the spirit of fair fighting? Harry was so confused that he didn't even hear Sirius greet him, and he opened the door blankly.

Standing on the bracket, Fox took the opportunity to fly in. It circled the room twice, seemingly unable to find a place to stand, and finally landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Harry? What did you see?" Sirius walked carefully behind them, and with the faint light of a few small candlesticks, they saw the only person in the room, "Principal Dumbledore?" they cried incredulously. road.

"Ah, it's you," Dumbledore said softly. He turned to look at Fox on his shoulder and said reproachfully, "You shouldn't have brought them here."

Fox whispered.

"Principal Dumbledore, we have important information to tell you," Harry said eagerly. "Voldemort obtained Salazar Slytherin's snake stick—"

"I know, Minerva told me through the patron saint." Dumbledore played with the teacup calmly.

"Also—The headmaster of Ifamoni was killed by Voldemort."

"I know too," Dumbledore said softly, "Professor Fontana...he shouldn't have died."

"I also know how to control the snake stick into dormancy with the snake laozi, I can help." Harry said.

"Probably not, Harry." Dumbledore interrupted, looking at Harry through transparent lenses with blue eyes. "No." He repeated, "You are not the owner of that wand, it won't listen to you. Yes, especially when it is held in the hands of the real master. And it’s too dangerous to let you join the battlefield rashly, I can’t agree with it.”

Halinane was speechless, and the excitement of seeing Principal Dumbledore at first disappeared.

"President Dumbledore, didn't you join the battle? Isn't it only Professor Haipu who is fighting outside now?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Yes, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said quietly, seemingly unaware of the hidden meaning in her words.

"But why—let the professor alone—the Auror of the Ministry of Magic—" Hermione stammered.

"That's a long story," Dumbledore's tone was still calm, he lowered his head and looked at his empty teacup: "For example, Voldemort did not choose our predetermined battlefield, or for example I had drilled the horns before... It may be half a beat slower than usual, and I had to take time to protect other people after the incident... But the real reason for me to sit here and drink tea is that Felix stopped me."

"What?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"There were three people who brought me a message today, but only the news of Felix was the most exciting to me." Dumbledore said, "I have to restrain myself...because I know that we are not ready yet, and the conditions are far away. Far from being mature."

"But if you join forces with Professor Haipu—" Harry said eagerly.

"This is the key. It is not what we want to defeat or drive away Voldemort, but to keep him." Dumbledore looked at them with a wry smile: "Felix is ​​fighting outside, and I'm thinking about countermeasures. Thinking about the way to play...I know very well that even if I join forces with Felix, he will not be able to keep him, it will only start him away. Unless he is made more conceited, consciously winning, or—"He hesitated After a moment, I thought of the information Felix had told him.

Felix could see the broken soul...

"——Or let him become a frightened bird, panic all day long, revealing his flaws." He said softly.

Everyone looked at him for unknown reasons, but Dumbledore didn't mean to explain. He raised his head, seeming to be suddenly interested in the ceiling above his head.

After a while.

Dumbledore suddenly moved. He took off the gloves he had worn for nearly two months and showed his right hand. His slender palm immediately changed-a little bit of water was lost, as if the flesh and blood were burned by an invisible flame. It was dry and charred, and in the end it was like a piece of coke just taken out of a hot fireplace.

Dumbledore raised his hand, looked closely at his hand, then took out a black gemstone ring from his pocket with his left hand, and put it on his hand.

"Principal Dumbledore." Harry held his breath. "Your hand—"

Is it a disguise? Still really hurt? That’s why you wear gloves all the time? His memory became clear. Principal Dumbledore seemed to be wearing white gloves in the several appearances since the beginning of the semester.

"This is not the time to talk about this." Dumbledore shook his head. "Let's go, let's end the fight."

He stood up, and his body began to radiate powerful energy.

Although Harry didn't understand what Principal Dumbledore meant, at least he knew that the principal had decided to join the battle. This message was exciting enough. He had already imagined Voldemort's escape in his mind, and they opened the broken door and walked away. Got out.

A thin figure in a robe turned the corner and ran in the direction of the crowd.

Harry concentratingly recognized, "It may be Malfoy." He said in surprise, didn't he hide in Mrs. Morkin's robe shop.

"Draco Malfoy? Did he come with you too?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Yeah." Harry said vaguely. He didn't want the principal to continue to ask questions because it involved Sirius's plan to recite the Forgotten Charm for the students, even though he knew that Snape would not miss this opportunity to file a complaint. But he still hoped that Principal Dumbledore would know as late as possible.

Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore didn't ask much, he nodded slightly.

"You stand behind the crowd, don't come forward, and don't show up." Dumbledore said solemnly at the door, creaking the sign with the head of a wild boar above them. "Sirius, watch them."

"Yes, Principal Dumbledore." Sirius said in a low voice, since he had just entered, he hadn't dared to look Dumbledore in the eyes, even though he thought he was right.

The battle in the distance has been carried out to the fiercest time~www.readwn.com~ The earth is riddled with holes, and you can see all kinds of magic traces. They approached quietly, and no one found them, a crowd of wizards watching the battle. The expression was mesmerized.

The two people in the battle were far beyond their comprehension range, let alone intervening. A dozen puppet guards that broke the ground were the price of rushing closer.

"Keep your distance, you don't want to be burned to death, do you?" Ms. Bones shouted. A group of Aurors and strikers stood in front of them, dividing the battlefield. But standing at the forefront was a row of tall and burly puppet guards-one-third of the Ministry of Magic's large purchases were here.

These puppet guards erected magical barriers neatly and shouldered the aftermath of the battle.

In the distance, Voldemort’s fiery snake and Felix’s fire dragon shaped by the bright flame curse violently collided. The two seemed incompatible with water and fire. Each collision would sprinkle large red and white flame fragments. These fragments fell. On the ground, burn the ground into pieces of black.

Stones are constantly cracking under the burning of cold air and flames.

Harry looked around and finally found Malfoy in a corner. He was wearing a large cloak, covering himself tightly. Harry could barely recognize it through those gray eyes and thin chin. .

At this moment, Draco Malfoy's eyes were staring at the battlefield, and he really felt the fighting power and oppressive power of the world's top wizards-a world away from what he saw from his father.

Harry couldn't guess what Malfoy was thinking at the moment, but at least he knew he must be very excited now, much more excited than the house elf standing next to him watching the battle on the trash can...Hey, where did the house elf come from?

Where did the wizard bring it? Harry thought blankly.