A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

September 1.

Felix got up early, transited through Diagon Alley, and returned to London.

He's going to do the purchasing for the new school year.

In addition to updating his library of film stock, he also stocked up on the latest books, clothes, and most importantly, found a map store.

This is a small shop with a sense of age, with a variety of maps on the quaint brown shelves.

There are local maps of London as well as maps of the British Isles, with different uses - aerial photos, tourist maps, traffic maps...

When Felix was about to buy a thick atlas, he asked the clerk, "Have you heard of Grimmauld Place?"

The clerk pushed his glasses and looked up from the color picture book in front of him...

So thirty minutes later, he was standing in a run-down neighborhood in Old London.

The houses here are quite old, the walls are peeling off, revealing a large unsightly gray, and frankly speaking, the old house of the Black family is hidden here, which he did not expect.

He looked around, some houses were still occupied, but some were clearly abandoned - there was a lot of rubbish at the door and windows were smashed.

On a more barren lawn, his eyes fell on a house with the house number 11 Grimmauld Place.

He looked to both sides, number 10 on the left and number 13 on the right.

"Interesting, is even the wizard's sight cut off?"

Felix stood there, constantly examining something.

An old woman walked over slowly with a cloth bag, "Young man, what are you doing here?"

"Visiting a pen pal, ma'am. The address given is not very clear, I'm trying to identify it," Felix prevaricates.

"I've lived here for over fifty years, since birth... Maybe I can help, tell me."

"Uh, Grimmauld Square in the old town of West London, the house number behind is blurred, I guess it is No. 12." Felix looked at the enthusiastic old woman with some helplessness.

"Number 12? It's impossible, young man, there's no such house." The old woman raised her voice. "You must be remembering wrong...or your friend made a bad joke with you."

"I also find it strange," Felix pointed to the house in front of him: "This is No. 11, there is No. 13. Speaking of which, there is no No. 12..."

The old woman let out a hearty laugh: "...you're not the only one who has this doubt." She blinked and lowered her voice and said, "It was a mistake. I heard from my grandmother, oh, she also heard from others. Yes, people who built houses in those days were a bunch of idiots. The workers completed their work, and from today's point of view, it's not bad. But they put up the wrong house number, and the city hall didn't find it when they checked. That's been preserved."

"I have the impression that some people have given feedback several times over the years, but there is no response. You also know that this place is not valued at all, and maybe it will be demolished in more than ten years, in the name of being unsightly... ...Anyway, I won't agree, and I won't let my grandson agree - he's only two years old, but what do you say? Education should be done early, and there will always be some traditions to keep." She tilted her head, funny. said.

The old woman was quite talkative, and from her mouth, Felix also knew some unreliable legends.

For example, "12 Grimmauld Place is real, it's a haunted house." Or, "The workers didn't hang the wrong number, a noble bought it, but then the house disappeared... "

Felix was very interested in these legends, and from time to time he exclaimed a few times, making the old woman look at him more satisfied, "There are not many young people like you who know how to respect the elderly, unlike the one next to me, which is in the middle of the night. The stereo was still on, and it was so noisy that I knocked on the door a few times to no avail."

Felix handed her a small card, and for a split second the old woman seemed to see a golden light flash across the surface of the card, but it could also be reflected sunlight.

"Ma'am, you can write a note on it and slip it down the door to the family to warn them about how other people are feeling. Well, it's better to attach the call to the police."

"Will it work?" The old woman took the card suspiciously, "The people here are not very polite."

"Try it, it won't get any worse."

After declining her invitation, Felix cast a disillusionment spell on himself and stood quietly in place.

From time to time a few people passed by in the block, but no one paid attention to him.

Nearly noon, he took out his wand and swiped continuously, pushing through the layers of fog, and the whole person squeezed into the air.

His figure disappeared.

In a crack, Felix moved forward with difficulty, but was immediately blocked by a wall of air, which was a very clever magical barrier.

Immediately, he heard a harsh scream. The sound was so unpleasant that Felix shivered involuntarily. After a few seconds, he was repelled by a huge force and stood on the grid again. On the lawn of Mo Square.

"Anyone in there?"

Felix said in disbelief, "Headmaster Black didn't mention this..." But thinking about it, he thought it might be a house elf too.

After hesitating for a moment, Felix chose to leave. He could indeed squeeze in again, breaking through the barrier with his high magical attainments, but it might last an hour or two, or even days.

If anyone inside, be it a wizard or a house-elf, would not be indifferent to his attack.

'At least I know about this place. ’

Felix took a deep look, and the figure disappeared.

...

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts Express.

"Did you see that, Harry? Malfoy is a coward. He slipped away when he saw a professor. It's in line with their family's tradition!" Ron said slightly meanly, but he couldn't blame him, because Malfoy Fu had just laughed at his family.

"Ron," Hermione said sharply, pointing to the professor who was lying on the small table. "Be careful……"

The three of them glanced at the desolate professor who was still asleep. They continued to chat, but in a much lower voice.

"I'm serious. If he dares to make fun of my family, I'm going to grab his head - Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.

"what?"

"You're too calm, even when Malfoy is around. You just pull out your wand and look at Malfoy like he's a caterpillar or something."

"I feel the same way, Harry," Hermione said earnestly.

Harry scratched his head: "Maybe it has something to do with me getting stronger? When Malfoy provoked us, I didn't feel too angry, it was like watching a performance. It's strange..."

He looked at Ron and Hermione, and said in an uncertain tone, "I think it might be because even if I do, I can easily win. I expected this result in advance."

Ron let out a weird cry, "That's cool, man!"

"Be quiet, Ron—" Hermione reminded him.

But he didn't pay attention at all, and said excitedly: "Tell us about the details of Professor Hepp's special training for you, Harry! I am so envious!"

Harry reluctantly repeated: "Honestly, it wasn't a pleasant experience, and I don't know how I persevered, but Professor Hepp said it was a rare opportunity..."

He began to speak, and both Ron and Hermione stared at him intently.

No one noticed, the professor, who was sleeping peacefully beside him, shook slightly.

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