A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Dumbledore thought for a moment and said: "This involves a terrifying dark wizard in the fifteenth century, Extius, who was the earliest known inhabitant of Azkaban, when Azkaban was only one in the North Sea. The little-known island is blocked by hidden magic.

Although there has never been a lack of dark wizards called 'evil' in history, the evil of Exis is rooted in his bones, and he has no mercy for all living things. Ghosts of this species. "

Felix said in surprise: "A dementor was created by a wizard? It's like a five-legged monster?" He didn't know it at all, it was definitely a secret in the wizarding world.

"Pentapods are accidental products, but Dementors are not." Dumbledore shook his head, "It wasn't until Akstis died and the concealment magic failed that people discovered what he did, but Dementors have become A separate species, starting with a dozen or so, but they can grow and divide like fungi, and regular spells are nearly ineffective."

Felix said suspiciously: "If that's the case, their numbers should be out of control, but in fact they are rare and used by the Ministry of Magic?"

Dumbledore explained: "The Ministry of Magic and Dementors are more of a cooperative relationship, and the creatures seem to have a magical sense of community, their numbers are always maintained within a certain range, but as long as they decrease to a certain level, They split on their own, maybe that's a way of reproduction?"

Felix almost understood the existence of dementors, and he couldn't help but ask: "Apart from the Patronus spell, what spells are effective? I mean, can kill dementors completely?"

"It's hard, Felix, it's hard," said Dumbledore.

Felix wanted to continue his questioning, but Dumbledore was obviously reluctant to talk, and their conversation was quickly terminated.

...

Early in the morning, the little wizards woke up from their beds, ignorant of what happened a few hours ago.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting at the long Gryffindor table eating breakfast, and every now and then a few owls flew in, and Hermione looked out of the auditorium with expectant eyes.

"What letter are you waiting for?" Ron asked.

"Oh, I bought a book from the Lichen Bookstore through the Owl Shack," said Hermione absently. "It looks like it won't be here today."

Ron saw that Harry was a little depressed, and suggested: "We can visit Hagrid's on the weekend when your training is over. To be honest, the three-headed dog after getting smaller is very cute. For the first time, I agree with Hagrid's aesthetic... …”

Harry was also moved, and he said excitedly, "Maybe it will be later, Wood should train until dark."

Ron shrugged, "Hopefully Hagrid won't kick us out again." At the beginning of the school year, because they were worried about Hagrid being expelled, they wore an invisibility cloak to visit him at night, but Hagrid personally escorted them back to the castle , and warned them to find him only during the day.

Hermione was about to give her opinion, but Professor McGonagall suddenly walked into the auditorium, and she exclaimed, "Come here, Potter!"

Harry put down his knife and fork blankly, what did he do wrong, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and followed.

"Weasley and Granger...you're welcome." Professor McGonagall didn't drive away the uninvited two, she looked at Harry with a serious expression: "Where's your looking glass? It's for Black. that!"

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief as Harry carefully took the pocket-sized speculum out of his pocket. It was lying quietly in his hand.

"Did something happen, Professor?" Hermione asked quietly.

"It shouldn't be a secret from you, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "I know you might be shocked, but I have to tell you, Blake—"

"I know that," said Harry angrily, "I know he's after me, and that's why he escaped from Azkaban! I also know he's got a good relationship with my father, even his best man, he , he's still—" Harry couldn't go on, and the thought of the word godfather made him feel insulted, including his dead parents.

Professor McGonagall seemed very surprised, staring at him, "I see, well, I thought—"

"Then you should understand why I made you have to carry this sight glass with you, it can protect you." She pursed her lips, "Earlier today, before dawn, the sight glass of the castle launched alarm."

Harry stammered, "Yes, is that the speculum in my hand? But it's always in my pocket, and it's all right?"

Ron's face also showed a frightened expression. He covered his pocket tightly and whispered, "Don't move, Scabbers!"

Professor McGonagall clenched his fists repeatedly, as if hesitating whether to speak out. Before, for the sake of confidentiality, only Felix, Dumbledore and her knew that the looking glass was not one but three, but now it is no secret. .

Hermione on the side answered: "Professor McGonagall, I have seen from Professor Hepp that there are three of the same speculum, and the other two should be placed elsewhere? I guess it is the gate of the castle..."

Professor McGonagall sighed. "Okay, Granger, as you said...one at the front door and one at the back."

Harry didn't know if he was happy or disappointed and said, "So, he used to wander around the castle gate?"

"It should be like this," said Professor McGonagall. "The professors all got up early and searched the castle urgently, but found nothing. The portraits in the castle did not find any strangers, which means..."

"He knew he was exposed and ran ahead," Harry said.

"That's right, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "Since you know that, and I'm sure you're mentally prepared, some activities aren't suitable for—"

"Hogsmeade—" Harry exclaimed, his heart in his throat.

Hogsmeade is a village composed entirely of wizards. Young wizards above the third grade can visit here on certain days of the school year with the permission of their parents or other guardians.

He was discussing this with Ron last night, and he told Ron that he didn't have Uncle Fernon's signature, and Ron suggested that he try Professor McGonagall.

Now it looks like it might be going to waste.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him and said solemnly: "Of course you can't go to Hogsmeade, I'm talking about Quidditch. To be honest, it's too dangerous to let you train, even with other players around. Blake dealt with it alone."

"Professor McGonagall," Harry couldn't help shouting, "what does this have to do with my training?"

"Of course it does. Black is very likely to be hiding in Hogsmeade, or in the depths of the Forbidden Forest." Professor McGonagall said a bolt of news. "The Quidditch pitch is so far from the castle, something really happened, and we couldn't even get to the rescue."

"But, but..." Harry said blankly. He had already started training this year. Three times a week, Wood ambitiously told him that he wanted to win his second Quidditch Cup as his own. graduation gift.

The other players also seemed confident because of their victories last year.

But now that the first game has not started, is the trophy going to be a bubble?

Harry suddenly thought of something, and he said eagerly: "Professor McGonagall, if a professor is watching us, like Mrs. Hooch..."

Professor McGonagall remained silent.

"Please..." Harry pleaded.

"Okay," Professor McGonagall said, "I will ask Mrs. Hooch to supervise your training, and return to the castle immediately before dark, and I will go there when I have time."

She left in a hurry, because of the accident this morning, she had a lot to deal with.