A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry finally understood the feeling of "squeezing out of the rubber tube" in Ron's mouth. He felt that this description was a bit understated. The pressure was coming from all directions, the eardrum gave a strong warning, and the chest felt like a few layers of iron hoop. breathe.

If it was in reality, the sweat on his body should have wet his clothes.

Not only Harry, but also Ron and Hermione couldn't take it. They insisted twice before deciding to quit. Harry asked: "If we can't adapt, we're stuck at this level?"

"If you can't even adapt to the appearance of your followers, let alone keep you focused and mobilize your magic power." Professor Haipu comforted. "You are still young, so there is no need to worry."

Common room.

The three opened their eyes at the same time. "Cool, isn't it?" Harry said.

Ron smiled and said, "It's more than cool, it's so cool!" He put a hand on his forehead in a weird pose, "I'm a silly boy from the country."

Harry laughed, and Hermione looked puzzled.

"Gentlemen, is this the latest trending joke?"

"Oh, Hermione, this is a line from "The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick", when Mick sees something he doesn't recognize, he will say it..."

Hermione shrugged and said dryly, "That's interesting."

Then, as the days passed, Felix successfully added the alarm spell to the Marauder's map, and the rest was handed over to time, allowing time to brew everything.

When Harry handed him the Apparition papers and untitled book, he was surprised to find that a month had passed.

In March, the weather became clearer. Looking from the castle in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, you can already see a clear green color, but the wind has also increased. The feathers are all rolled up, which makes these responsible little guys grumpy. If you don't remove the letter in time and refill it with some owl food, they will peck at your hand angrily.

Felix completed his portrait and sent it to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. For him, the most time-consuming is not to inject memory, but to apply heavy protection magic.

If anyone dares to cast a stun spell on his portrait, that person will definitely find that there is a huge 'surprise' waiting for him - Felix didn't think about it that much, but after going to Black's old house to read books a lot, naturally There is this worry.

It was the first time he knew so deeply about the home of a pure-blood nobleman, and he could see traces of magic almost every two or three steps. The true and false stories heard there are not very interesting.

Felix also figured out something by the way. Kreacher had known him for a long time. When he first tried to force his way into Black's old house, the unpleasant scream he heard belonged to this old domestic child. Elf.

"What can Kreacher do? When you find someone trying to break in, you can only activate the defensive magic in the house."

...

Twelve Grimmauld Place.

"So you already knew about this place!" Sirius said in surprise.

"I told you that I got a little help from the Black family." Felix raised the corner of his mouth.

"Who told you that?" demanded Sirius. "Wait—Phineas Nigellus Black, my great-great-grandfather! You asked me where his portrait was!"

He said sarcastically: "His portrait is more reasonable than when he was alive. Could it be that there was a mistake when injecting memory?"

Felix said softly, "He wants me to spare you, the only descendant of the Black family - under Dumbledore's nose, even though you were Azkaban's most notorious fugitive at the time."

"..."

"Although you are now." He added again.

Sirius looked at him speechlessly, and said angrily: "Thank you for reminding me, you made me feel like a jerk who doesn't know what to do, but if you know how well I lived when I was a child... Forget it, it's nothing, I'll just watch my life. Click on the map."

"The Marauder's map has an alarm spell, and no one needs to watch it."

"Then I'll clean up the room!" he said angrily.

Felix stopped teasing him, and his expression became serious: "Speaking of business, I want to tell you this time, don't come to my office recently, and I won't come, the Ministry of Magic is here."

Sirius froze for a moment: "Ministry of Magic? Come to Hogwarts, why?"

"Because of you," Felix said, "there is no fugitive more arrogant than you. The Ministry of Magic has set up a net, and you still show up at Hogwarts, less than three hundred paces from the gate of the castle."

"Dumbledore's previous reasons have been overturned, the school is no longer safe, parents are sending him letters one by one, and he has to compromise... Now the abandoned classroom next to Filch has been converted into a Ministry of Magic's Temporary station."

Sirius said embarrassedly: "I didn't think about it that much. I found two wands from the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley, and the smuggled compound decoction, and this plan came naturally."

Felix shook his head, he stretched out his arm, "Fly the Marauder's map!" A stack of parchment flew with a "whoosh", turned and walked into the fireplace, "I took the map, and I don't know if I have it or not. This qualification tells you that world affairs are like playing chess, you take a step and always allow others to respond."

His figure disappeared into the green flames.

Sirius stared blankly at the fireplace and muttered, "Play chess? Do you think I can't play?"

"Kreacher!" he exclaimed.

"boom!"

An old and ugly house-elf appeared, Kreacher hunched his back, bowed deeply, and pressed his nose to the ground: "Respected prodigal son, what are your orders?"

Sirius's eyelids twitched and he resisted his anger and said, "I want to go out, you continue to clean up the house, I don't care where you put those junk, but don't let me see, or I will throw them all out."

"Mr. Hepp strongly advises against you going out, if he finds out..."

"Kreacher! Who is your master?" Sirius said angrily, "Why don't I give you to him!"

Kreacher murmured in a low voice, but his voice could be heard by the person on the opposite side: "Old Kreacher has served the noble Black family for generations. If you insist, Master, I prefer Miss Narcissa."

Sirius was so angry that his nose almost crooked, he strode away.

"Where are you going?"

"Muggle community! Learn to play chess! Go and complain!"