A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Forbidden forest edge.

Felix saw a little wizard fleeing desperately in the direction of the Forbidden Forest from a distance. He raised his wand, estimated the distance, and shook his hand and threw a spell at the moment of landing.

The little wizard seemed to have anticipated it long ago, deflected his body to avoid the spell, and was so agile that it was completely inconsistent with his age.

"Sirius Black, we might as well talk."

Felix walked towards him step by step, the compound decoction that Blake had taken before was disappearing, and his body gradually changed.

He was panting heavily and staggered forward. When he stepped into the forbidden forest, his whole figure seemed to be punched heavily, his body stiffened for a few seconds, and he finally fell down.

The transformation begins.

He was curled up, trembling all over, his throat made a ho-ho gasp, the skin on his body was bubbling up like hot white wax, his fingers began to grow bigger and thicker, a thin, The adult's hand clawed at the brown, moist soil on the ground, the knuckles protruding from the force, and the nails were deep in it.

Blake let out a low growl, his shoulders became wider, and the loose robe was propped up, but it was not torn. There was no flesh on this man.

Felix waited quietly. It might take two or three minutes before the others rushed over. He had enough time.

The transformation is over. Blake lay on his back, gasping for breath, seemingly giving up resistance, and said hoarsely, "Who are you? So young, you should be—" He stood up and fired a stun spell from his wand.

Felix was on guard, and even in the most painful moments, Black didn't put down his wand.

He waved his wand and flicked the spell, and a red flame flew in front of him and exploded in mid-air. With the Humanoid Iron Armor, he was unscathed, and frowned at the moment, looking at the same place, where a wand was left, and Black The figure has disappeared.

Felix double-checked that the wand was real, not Transfiguration, which surprised him a bit.

"Transform into Animagus to escape? Is this giving up resistance? How can you be my opponent without a wand? You have even lost the last hope of Apparition."

Felix tapped the ring on his left hand, and a flying broom suddenly appeared, and Felix rode the broom into the sky.

Below was a large blur of brown and gray patches. He gently lifted the handle of his broom and climbed upwards, fifty feet, a hundred feet. In the distance, he saw a big black dog galloping down the rough road of the forbidden forest. OK, his speed was astonishingly fast, like a faint plume of black smoke.

But now that the weather has just warmed up, the trees in the forest are only left with dark brown dead branches, and the leaves on the branches are sparse, which can't function as a barrier and obstruct the line of sight at all, which makes Felix not chasing him at all.

At the edge of a creek, he caught up with Black, and a fiery red beam hit the big black dog, knocking him far away.

Six or seven meters away, Felix stopped: "Come back, become a person, Sirius Black."

The big black dog struggled to raise his head to look at him. After a while, his body began to deform for the second time. This time, the deformation speed was very fast, but it was equally peculiar. His body was shrinking, and a dirty man appeared. original position.

If he didn't move, he would look like a corpse, and there must be many who would think he was tortured inhumanly - dirty, tangled hair that hung down to his elbows and looked like a long time There was no care; his body was sticking to the dirt, and the pale skin could be faintly seen against his fleshless cheeks.

Black smiled lowly, eyes like a wolf. He said in a hoarse voice, "Are you a snotty student? Felix Hepp... well-known, I saw the cover of "Witcher Weekly", and to be honest, it's not as good as you."

Felix said calmly: "Although I have a lot to ask you, but—"

He pointed his wand at Blake, "Clean it up!" A string of bubbles came out of Blake's mouth, and he let out a cough that took a long time to stop.

He casually took a look at his teeth with the help of the stream. "It's a very creative idea. We used snot essence when we were young, and James left a scar on his face for this."

Felix shook his head, "I've heard your story from many people. In their eyes, Sirius Black is handsome, wild and uninhibited, and inadvertently brings out a bit of elegance. Let's look at you now—"

He waved his wand and rolled up a tornado-shaped vortex from the stream, which engulfed Black completely.

Blake's eyes suddenly widened, he opened his mouth, "Old-rat--" made a difficult sound, but the water covered his words, and instead he choked twice.

The water flowed around him, and after about ten seconds, a cloud of dirty water was thrown back into the creek. After some cleaning, he looked much better than before. Although he was still skinny, he could vaguely see the shadow of his youth.

Blake hung in the air, tilted his head, and said somewhat unexpectedly, "You don't want to kill me?"

"Why? As I said, I have a lot to talk to you about, your betrayal, your escape—oh, the latter needless to say, Animagus, it's already very obvious."

"Take me to Dumbledore! I will confess everything without reservation."

"Can't tell me now? I'm very curious, but some questions are not suitable to ask in public, such as the grudge between Severus and the Potters, such as some information about Voldemort."

"Heh! Are you going to sell me to the Ministry of Magic, or give it to Snotling as a gift? You must be his favorite student, he even told you all these secrets..." Black laughed, a gust of wind suddenly rolling up, His body couldn't stop shaking.

"I don't like the name you say, if you insist on provoking me—" Felix gestured with his wand and blinked, "You will definitely suffer."

Black said nonchalantly, "Torture, to someone who's been in Azkaban for twelve years? All you do is make me feel alive—"

His teeth chattered with cold, but his eyes were still fixed on Felix.

Felix's wand was on Blake's chest, and a large cloud of steam came out of him, and his body became dry all of a sudden.

Blake fell to the ground. He moved his hands and feet and looked at Felix in surprise, "Aren't you afraid of me running away? Won't you tie me up?"

"You can think that I am expressing goodwill to facilitate the next communication." Felix said.

Blake stared at him with sunken eyes and grinned, "I like you a little bit, but—I still can't believe you, you're too close to Snape."

Felix found that his expression became calm, so he asked tentatively, "Is belief important to you, and do you still have a choice?"

"Of course, don't underestimate anyone. Go back and tell Dumbledore, that kid, the one from the Weasleys and Harry's classmate, that his pet rat is an Animagos," said Black, who was not yet Know the news of Banban's disappearance.

"Animagos?" Felix repeated.

"That's right, he's Peter Pettigrew, he's not dead—damn! I thought he was dead!" Blake said suddenly irritably, cursing frantically, and after a while he barely calmed down, "Sorry, let you Seeing this, but I've been suppressed for too long."

"You want to say that Peter is a traitor? With you as a secrecy?" Felix said.

"It wasn't me - we ended up swapping! Me and him, we swapped, he's the keeper! Dumbledore will understand, just catch Peter and everything will come to light."

"I think you'd better tell Dumbledore these things to your face."