A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Professor, are you going to catch Sirius Black?" Fred asked.

Felix looked at him unexpectedly, "Guess it?"

Fred said without hesitation, "Me and George, oh, and Lee Jordan, we thought you had to do something, you know, after that day..." He winked.

"Everyone was talking about it, and they were very frightened." George answered, and he said with admiration: "Blake appeared in the open space in front of the castle, disguised as a Muggle boy, how bold!"

Felix didn't know how the little wizard felt about the attack. Last weekend was too fulfilling. He didn't go to the auditorium for dinner and didn't know the latest gossip.

It seems that Dumbledore has no plans to refute the rumor at all. This kind of public opinion will reassure Peter Pettigrew who is hiding in the dark, but there are advantages and disadvantages. The Ministry of Magic has used this as an excuse to try to pry open a crack more than once.

In peaceful times, the Ministry of Magic represents orthodoxy, and name is more useful than strength. But once the war comes and the Ministry of Magic is disqualified, his personal strength will overwhelm everything, and his prestige will shine through the entire magical world like a brilliant sun.

Castle Auditorium.

Harry shoved a potato hard, covered it with sauce, and suddenly lost his appetite.

"They looked at me like some kind of rare magical animal!"

"No, it's the lucky one." Ron cut the sausage on the plate, took a big mouthful of the soup, and said with a smile: "In their eyes, you look like you just came out of the three big mouths of the three-headed dog. Get away."

Harry grinned, and he suddenly thought of the image of the reduced three-headed dog being furiously groomed by Ron.

Hermione glanced at the two of them. "Speaking of magical creatures, we can meet Hagrid in the conservation of magical creatures class and ask about the progress of the Buckbeak case."

"Isn't the fine already paid?" Ron asked, and he commented objectively, "This is the best outcome, Hermione."

Harry agreed with that too, just spending a little money on Buckbeak's troubles, and he was sure Hagrid wouldn't care.

"It's hard to say. Although the money was received, the Ministry of Magic has been dragging on without giving a formal conclusion. Hagrid has been absent-minded recently."

Harry recalled, "I think Hagrid is in pretty good shape, and I haven't made any more Flobber caterpillars." He and Ron's bans are still in place. These days, Hagrid can only be seen in class, in class. They learned about fire crabs.

This magical creature native to Fiji, although named "crab", looks like a large turtle with a shell studded with jewels.

Hagrid said at the time: "If it weren't for the different living environment, Sniff would love this creature to death. Oh, Sniff is a little thing that loves treasure hunting. I'll introduce it to you another day..."

"That's because Professor Hepp and I are helping with the check," Hermione swung her fork. "I can't believe he's mixing the man-headed manticore with the teaching plan."

"Uh, head and scorpion body... what's that?" Harry asked blankly.

"It's a man-headed manticore," Ron said with the correct name in one breath, and he said fearfully, "Charlie told me when I was a child that it is one of the few magical creatures that can rival the dragon, the manticore. They're highly poisonous, their teeth are extraordinarily sharp, and their skin naturally repels most spells!"

Harry took Ron's words, as Ron was rarely fluent in the characteristics of a magical creature, he was just wondering: "Is there such a creature in the Forbidden Forest?"

The last time he expressed a similar question was when he knew that there was a nest of eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest.

"The Forbidden Forest is huge, Harry," Hermione explained, then angrily said, "Hagrid later argued that he was mistaken, and that he was simply researching, and I wanted to see what he could research... …”

Harry and Ron looked at each other and ate their food. In this state, Hermione didn't want to be persuaded, she had a lot of reason waiting for you.

Harry took time to glance at the teacher's chair. Snape was sitting far away from Professor Hepp, his body was turned to one side, and he only picked the plate on the left when he took the food. He was not sure, was this avoiding it? ?

What happened in the end, he remembered the picture he had seen in Professor Hepp's eyes-Professor Lupin and Snape confronted each other, but when he inquired about the news, Professor Hepp said perfunctorily that he thought too much, everything is normal.

He stared at Snape's face, thinking to himself, this is not normal. He felt that he had one more task, to observe the state of Professor Lupin in this afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class...

He was fascinated, and it took him a long time to see Snape staring at him with a terrifying look in his eyes, and Harry quickly lowered his head.

"Humph~"

Snape snorted, and his mood rose a little, but the bad mood soon took over again. He suspected that he had been put on a Confusion Charm, otherwise why would he agree to go to Three Broomsticks with that kid?

More importantly, he couldn't remember if he had said anything he shouldn't have said.

His memory was a little vague, but Rosmerta recommended a mead, "You must try it, it has various petals added, roses, violets, hibiscus, iris, aphrodisiac... The taste is very good, It won't be intoxicating yet," she said enthusiastically.

'fraud. ’

In the evening, Felix sat quietly in his office, studying the Marauder's map.

A flame suddenly ignited in the fireplace, and the orange flames condensed into a blurred face, "Let me come here, Felix!"

He looked up from his desk. "You can't abuse the Floo network and risk getting caught by the Ministry of Magic."

"Are you talking about yourself? You were reading a book last night and smelled of alcohol..." The voice chattered on the other side.

Felix waved his wand, and the next second, Sirius emerged from the fireplace.

"Cough cough!"

Sirius' robe was covered with dust, and his face was dirty. "Clean it up!" He pointed his wand at himself and became clean again.

Seeing the Marauder's map in Felix's hand, he stared at it and said in surprise, "You got it?"

"Well, good luck."

"Have you found him?" Sirius whispered, holding his breath, his body tense unnaturally.

"Not yet, I checked and found nothing." Felix continued to lower his head and tap the parchment with his fingertips, "I guess Peter Pettigrew is hiding in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, or he just found a wizard family again. "

Sirius slumped on the sofa and said sullenly: "Then what are you going to do? If I go to the Ministry of Magic and turn myself in, with Dumbledore's testimony, at least they'll listen, right?"

Felix glanced up at him, but said nothing.

"Okay." Sirius stood up, looked at the furnishings in the office, and muttered softly, "Old and old-fashioned."

He stood in front of a half-human-height portrait, which was only half-finished, and he said "tsk tsk" twice, "You also have this hobby, hang yourself up?"

"That's for St. Mungo's," said Felix without looking up.

"Why, you're still a therapist? Studying how to tie people up?"

"There are newspaper clippings on the workbench, and I'll kick you away if you talk nonsense."

Sirius curled his lips, picked up the newspaper and read it. After a while, he was silent for a while, "Frank and Alice, I didn't know they went through all this... This damn war!" He cursed in a low voice, "Voldemort is simply It sucks, but luckily he's dead."

Putting down the newspaper, he saw a golden gadget on the workbench, his eyes lit up, "Can I pick it up and take a look?"

"As long as you don't bite with your mouth, it's already been through the vicissitudes of life."

Sirius "cut": "I'm just an Animagus in the form of a dog, and I don't have the habit of grinding my teeth." He said with a guilty conscience, and reached out to pick up the worn golden snitch on the table. Half of its wings were broken, and the other side was broken. Half of the intact wings only fluttered after a long interval, looking weak.

After a while, Sirius leaned over and asked cautiously, "About that Snitch... do you plan to fix it?"

"Maybe," Felix replied casually, "I found it in a huge rubbish heap and wanted to take it apart and study it."

"How can there be a Golden Snitch in the garbage dump? Forget it... how much?"

"what?"

"I'm asking how much this thing costs, of course, I'm going to fix it, better use some weird magic to make it more interesting. I can come up with an idea and we'll do it together."

"Are you going to give it away?" Felix stared at Sirius and said with a smile, "For Harry?"

"There's still half a year... I don't know how things will change at that time, maybe I'm still hiding," Sirius evaded his gaze, "Although I'm not a qualified godfather, I always have to do something. Like the Firebolt, I think, even if I can't be by his side, at least—"

"You sent the Firebolt?" Felix said in surprise.

"It was me, and Crookshanks helped a lot by Owl Mail," explained Sirius.

After thinking about it, Felix agreed: "No problem. Okay, come here, I need your opinion-" He pointed to the Marauder's map, "I'm going to put an alarm spell on it, if it is When a specific person enters the map, an alert will be issued."

In fact, he still has some plans, but the alarm spell is the most convenient method with the highest probability of success. After capturing Peter Pettigrew, he has time to verify his ideas.

"That's a good idea!" Sirius was really attracted. "We can't stare at the map anytime and anywhere. What if he sneaks in in the middle of the night? Although it can be handed over to Kreacher," he said maliciously: "His brain Totally abnormal, got too many crazy ideas from my mother's portrait..."

"Difficulty cleaning up?"

Sirius snorted twice, "That's weird, isn't it? I always thought Kreacher was the owner of the house, just as rotten, decayed, stubborn..."

"It's too far, let's go back to the alarm curse, there is a problem at present..."

Sirius looked at him, Felix said: "You have added a lot of spells, these magic powers have been intertwined with each other for a long time, it is difficult for me to intervene, I am worried that it will destroy the original structure and turn it into ashes ."

"I can provide the method of making the Marauder's map." Sirius said immediately.

"It's not that simple, I want to know the order in which you cast the spell," Felix said.

Sirius pondered for a while, then said slowly: "I can only recall part of it. Dementors have a great influence on me. You'd better ask Remus, he is more careful."

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