A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"I have a question," Felix interrupted. "Why didn't I get a call from Speculum?"

The excited three suddenly shut up, the air was filled with unspeakable silence, and after a few seconds, Harry said in shame, "I forgot to bring it, Professor, I changed into new clothes."

"It seems that the short-term quiet life has made you lose your vigilance."

Felix said quietly, he didn't look angry, but Harry felt more guilty, his face burning.

Dumbledore looked at the three of Harry: "So, because you forgot to bring your speculum, you didn't discover Sirius Black in advance, what happened next, why did you identify him as Animagus? "

Harry raised his head, "We're back from Hagrid, because of the Buckbeak case..." He paused, "passing near the Punching Willow, a big black dog suddenly jumped out, he, he attacked Ron, take him to the death."

Felix saw a gleam of doubt in Dumbledore's eyes, which happened to be something he was puzzled by. Isn't Blake chasing Harry, how can he give up the opportunity at hand and attack Harry's comrades instead?

Let Harry also experience the pain of losing his master? It doesn't make sense either.

"My mind went blank at the time, and I subconsciously used the disarming spell, which hit the big black dog and knocked him out, that's when—" Harry said with his eyes wide open, "I saw the big black dog. His head flickered and it turned into Blake's face, I've seen his wanted list many times, and I'll never admit it wrong."

"The big black dog rolled twice on the ground, and Hagrid suddenly ran out of the house and yelled in our direction, and Black turned and ran away."

Harry didn't say a word. At that time, the big black dog looked at him strangely, with some resentment, but also with relief... Was he blinded, why did he think so?

He continued: "Hagrid took Ron to the school hospital and he left, saying he was going to search the entire Forbidden Forest."

Sounds a bit mad... The Forbidden Forest isn't just the small piece next to Hogwarts. The Forbidden Forest can accommodate eight-eyed spiders, centaurs, unicorns, trolls and werewolves at the same time, and it cannot be described as small.

In fact, Hagrid's mood was more exaggerated than Harry had said, and it seemed like he was going to tear Black from his fury.

Dumbledore said softly: "So it is." He closed his eyes and sat quietly, Flitwick couldn't help asking: "Felix, can your looking glass reveal the form of Animagus? "

Felix nodded and said, "It's theoretically possible, because I aimed at name, bloodline, and magic at the same time from the very beginning of the design." He looked at Professor McGonagall with some hesitation, "Of course, I'm not Animago myself. s..."

"If that's the case..." Professor McGonagall said after thinking: "It can be found that the transformation of Animagus is not the same as the transformation of ordinary animals. The wizard retains the ability of magic and human thinking."

"And it's not clear what form Black was in when he tried to sneak into the castle last time. If it was Animagus, it would be very clear, Albus-"

Dumbledore agreed, "I think the same way as you, Minerva. The question I was just thinking about was why Blake kept staring at Mr. Weasley," he looked at Ron, "for any particular reason. ?"

Ron said uneasily, "I, I don't know, sir. I have nothing on me..." He looked down at himself, and suddenly realized, "Banban is gone!"

"Is that your pet mouse?"

"Yeah, it was here just now. It was probably frightened and hid by itself."

Felix glanced at Ron, he pulled out his wand, and quickly called out, "Flying Scabbers!" But there was no response, "Not around—"

Black's inexplicable obsession with Ron, the sudden discovery of Animagus, and if Ron is okay, what is the problem...

He looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "Headmaster, things may be different from what we thought."

Dumbledore did not make judgments lightly: "Someone can tell us the answer... Minerva, is Remus still in his office?"

"Always, he won't have a good few days," Professor McGonagall said vaguely.

Hermione said sharply, "Headmaster Dumbledore? You know Professor Lupin is, is a—"

"Yeah, I know," said Dumbledore, in a tone that had an end to it. "Remus has been in the office these days, dealing with some old problems, and he doesn't have the energy to focus on other things. But I need to Talk to him in depth and he might give some information that we don't know."

Dumbledore stood up, his eyes fell on Harry from the high bridge of his nose, "For the next time, I hope you stay in the castle, don't go out, and carry a speculum with you."

The professors left, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and were about to speak, but Madam Pomfrey came in, and she re-applied a white ointment to Ron's wound, which hurt so badly En grinned, but soon, he felt less pain, and the wound was itchy.

"This child needs time to recover, you don't stay too long." Madam Pomfrey warned. She pursed her lips and said sternly: "Why do you always make yourself so embarrassed?"

Harry said gloomily, "I want to know the answer to that too."

When there were only the three of them left in the ward, the room was silent except for Ron's intermittent breathing, and his wound was sore and itchy, as if the entire repair process had been accelerated by a dozen times.

Hermione suddenly said, "Harry, have you ever thought that Black's target was never you?"

Harry tried to open his mouth to retort, but he was speechless. He also felt that there was a possibility, which made him a little embarrassed. It seemed that the preparations had been a joke for a long time.

But what about Ron?

Hermione dug out the beaded bag and took out the chestnut wood memory disk. "We can try to piece together the memory and combine what we see."

After a while—

"Look here, isn't it obvious enough? Black's goal is very clear, that is Ron, but Ron... shouldn't~ When Black was locked in, he was still a baby."

Hermione said with great difficulty, "Does anyone in your family have a grudge against Blake?"

"Maybe he was screwed by a dementor," said Ron sullenly.

"Remember what we overheard at Three Broomsticks, Minister Fudge said that Black was well-organized and asked for newspapers, which doesn't seem like something a lunatic would do."

"What does this mean? Isn't it rumored that the mysterious man has secretly contacted dementors, and those cloak monsters may see his master's face and open up to him."

"Ron, use your brain, it's going to rust," Hermione said angrily.

Harry thought of the key. "The newspaper, you mean, he saw the newspaper...he escaped prison a few days after that. The key is the newspaper, Ron, remember the letter you wrote to me during the holidays? Your family's newspaper clippings for the Daily Prophet's annual award."

Ron showed a surprised expression, "So Blake saw the news of our family's award, and suddenly became crazy with jealousy, and came over to kill me? God, it's only seven hundred Galleons in total! And it's almost gone..."

Then he said with disgust on his face: "Why does Fudge carry a newspaper with him, has Buckbeak crushed his brain?"

Hermione said: "It can't be the reason, Harry, I still can't figure it out, but we need to find the newspapers at the time and see if there is any missing information."

Harry added: "And Professor Lupin, I bet he knows something, just look at Dumbledore's attitude."

Hermione looked hesitant. "Oh, Harry—I think it's better for us to visit in a couple of days when the professors confirm that there is nothing wrong..."

On the other hand, Felix parted with Dumbledore halfway through, and Dumbledore didn't want anyone to interrupt his conversation with Lupin.

But for Felix, some clues are already in front of him, and he just needs to reorganize the information at hand to find the most likely guesses.