A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"I'll show up in front of him, I'll do it myself, but not today, still the same - I don't believe you." Blake spread his hands, "I don't know if you'll change hands because of Snape. I give it to the Ministry of Magic, I dare not gamble."

"You mean—if I'm not mistaken, you don't believe me, and you want me to tell Dumbledore about Peter Pettigrew to avenge you? Don't you think your logic is weird?" Felix some funny asked.

"Ha~ vindication? This topic is too far away from me, I have my own way, a second set of plans, understand? I don't believe you, but I'm not worried that you will leak the secret, because Snape is also Peter's enemy, The premise is that he knows the truth, and you can discuss this with him."

Felix was silent, Peter had escaped, and according to Lupin, he was probably hiding near Hogwarts, keeping tabs on how things were going, but no one could catch a mouse.

Moreover, the keepers...the Potters secretly changed the keepers of the safe house, even Dumbledore didn't know about it, so everyone firmly believed that Black was a traitor?

The biggest question was solved.

Next comes the finishing touch, handing Sirius Black the secret to Dumbledore and letting him worry.

As for Blake's reluctance... stunning him is a good choice, and I can get a little bit of his blood by the way and unlock the magic ban on Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Felix raised his head, "I insisted on taking you with me." He raised his wand, and a slender stun spell flew out. Since Black is not a traitor, this level of power is enough.

But to his surprise, Blake blocked his magic.

Blake took a few steps back, took out a wand from behind, and looked at Felix proudly, "Look, I said..." In the next second, his whole body twisted and turned into smoke—

Apparition!

Second wand!

Felix figured everything out in an instant, he disappeared in place at a faster speed, appeared in front of Blake in the blink of an eye, reached into the smoke, and he could even see Blake's surprised and deformed face.

The next second, the two disappeared together.

The space was changing and distorting. Felix staggered and rushed out. He was following Blake’s apparition, unable to control his destination. In front of him was an unfamiliar slope with trees growing strangely and black stones scattered all over the place.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pitch-black hole. Was it some wild beast's lair where Black was hiding? He discerned the direction. It should still be a forbidden forest, but it is extremely deep and may be close to the other side.

Black rolled twice on the ground, but he didn't even look around, and the first time he was conscious, he used Apparate again. If it was twice, that scary guy wouldn't come after him, right?

He couldn't believe that there was such a person, who could break in at the moment when others Apparated and complete the appearance of the followers...

His body began to contort into a cloud of smoke, and he knew he had succeeded, which was very rare. Using this magic one after another is a huge burden on him, and he is far from being in the best condition.

But what made his scalp numb was that he felt a hand grabbing his neck, he opened his eyes, surrounded by hazy smoke, the scene passed quickly, but he knew that the speed of Apparition was forcibly reduced .

He saw Felix's calm eyes, the two looked at each other, and Blake understood what he meant: You can't escape!

The next second, Black was thrown out, his stomach was tumbling and he couldn't help retching, but he immediately forcibly used Apparate a third time.

This time, he was almost exhausted. The corner of his torn robe was silently cut open, the center of his eyebrows stinged, and the warm liquid covered his eyes.

Apparation was over, his vision was pitch black, and he couldn't help but pray that it would work.

Then he heard a familiar voice, "Why did you think of coming here? Can't you forget it after so many years?"

Black rolled over and sat up, wiped his eyes, and from a blood-red perspective, he found that he was surrounded by a Muggle community, where everything was familiar and unfamiliar. He had never returned since he left at the age of sixteen.

This is Grimmauld Place, where the Black House is hidden.

Blake got up from the ground and touched his forehead. There were bloodstains between his fingers. It was indeed split, but it was not serious. There were no arms or legs missing, and he was not fixed in place.

The young man across from him looked at himself with scrutiny eyes, and had no intention of doing anything at all. You want me to take the initiative to admit defeat?

Dream it! He just had a great idea.

Blake waved his wand, and spells flew out with red flames mixed with the canopy, and he shouted at the same time: "Kreacher!"

Felix moved in his heart and slowed down his attack. An ugly, old house-elf suddenly appeared beside Sirius Black. "Take me in!" Black said, aggressively attacking with all his might, but the occasional return spell or two overwhelmed him. .

Kreacher stood beside Blake, chattering: "The young master is a nasty, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart. After more than ten years, the first time he came back brought a powerful enemy. To a trace of responsibility—"

"Shut up! Take me in, right now!" Black yelled, his wand burst out with a dazzling white light, and the powerful spell condensed into a dozen rusted iron arrows in the air, and they sliced ​​through the air, sending out dazzling white light. The whimper of heart palpitations rolled towards Felix.

Meanwhile, Kreacher reluctantly put his shriveled fingers on Sirius Black's lap, and they disappeared into the clearing.

Felix turned his wand lightly, turning the iron arrows into strings, letting them fall loosely to the ground. His gaze penetrated the layers of magical restraints, and he saw Blake slumped on the steps of an ancient mansion, his wand he threw aside, grinning and breathing heavily.

He laughed cheerfully, "I won! What was the result of teasing Lord Black, didn't it feel bad? Ouch!"

Kreacher stood beside him, with only a dirty rag covering his body, and said in a hoarse, low voice at the moment: "The noble Black family's prodigal master is glad that he escaped, and provocation cannot A powerful enemy to contend against, what a foolish act..."

"Shut up, Kreacher! Can't you just let me enjoy it for a while?"

...

Grimmauld Place, Felix walked to the place where Sirius Black disappeared before, crouched down, and picked up a drop of blood from the ground.