A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Fudge's face was ashamed.

His expression was quite wonderful. It was a feeling of being suddenly hit with a sap when a person is at a happy event and is most proud of himself. Fudge wiped the sweat that kept coming out, and stammered: "Really, really too. Wonderful."

Felix said earnestly, "Now that the matter is over, the Ministry of Magic's Auror team at Hogwarts—"

"Ah, you said this, of course you have to withdraw. The Ministry of Magic is seriously understaffed now..." Fudge agreed immediately: "You know, two large-scale events in a row."

Felix put away the magic with satisfaction, and hid the Dementors from under the eyes of all the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the ring. He had used the ring with blackroot last year, and it was him and Belby. One of the rewards of adventure in the Forbidden Forest.

As for the number of dementors, there are not many, only a dozen. After all, acting still costs some money.

Afterwards, Felix and Fudge chatted for a while, and Fudge complimented, even a little to please, and promised to give away the best tickets to the Quidditch World Cup this summer. Although it was not very necessary, Felix accepted it with a smile. .

"It's really our job's fault this time, no, someone's fault," Fudge glanced at the unconscious Umbridge in disgust. "We'll try to minimize the damage, don't worry..."

Umbridge's body trembled as he said that.

It turned out to be pretending to be unconscious, Felix thought. It seems that he really left a huge psychological shadow on this high-ranking Ministry of Magic official, and he would rather lie on the ground than face himself. It's hard to say, she may not want to face this cruel reality...

Fudge left in a hurry with his subordinates. He had to clean up the mess, and he even arranged for reporters to come over in a high-profile manner. However, according to his plan, the front page photo should be of him taking Sirius Black out of Hogwarts and solemnly declaring that there will be no soil for evil to survive, but the accident happened halfway through the play, and then It was like a wild horse running wild in a completely unpredictable direction.

Umbridge was carried away floating on a deformed stretcher, next to the body of Peter Pettigrew. She was heartbroken at the moment, and it was estimated that she would be refrigerated when she returned, and she did not know when she would regain Fudge's trust.

When he reached the main entrance of Hogwarts, Fudge signaled one of his men to go out ahead of time. The hapless Auror walked out of the school gate expressionlessly. Facing a blinding flash of light, he quickly blocked his face and the other one. He kept waving his hand, "Stop clap! Stop clap!"

After a few minutes, Fudge carefully showed half of his face, and after confirming that all the reporters had been driven away, he quickly led people away.

Unlike the Ministry of Magic's embarrassed departure, Hogwarts is the complete opposite. The students cheered and raised their wands, shooting sparks from the tip of the wand, red, green, yellow, blue... It looked like Like a grand fireworks show.

Hermione appeared quietly, made a smooth gesture to Felix, and jumped around with the students twice, pretending that she had been there all the time.

At this time, several people on the covered bridge also came over, Harry supported Sirius, and Lupin dragged Severus behind.

"Harry! Your Patronus is amazing!"

The Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, scooped Harry away, and before he could react, he found himself lifted to his shoulders by the crowd, who cheered and threw Harry into the air. "We're victorious!" "We're victorious!" the crowd shouted excitedly, roaring louder and louder, and when Harry was thrown to the top, he turned his head to the side, Sirius smiled at him, Harry Feeling something stirring in his chest, it was a happy enough emotion, he pulled out his wand, and the silver Patronus stag flew out of the tip of the wand again, jumping in the air.

Halfway through, a few daring students tried to pull Felix over too. If he didn't stop them, they dared to throw Professor Hepu into the sky, but this didn't happen. Staring at them, the students backed away embarrassedly and turned to look for Harry.

A little later, Dumbledore came back, and in the headmaster's office, he listened patiently to all this, smiled and said, "It seems that I missed a rather wonderful scene." He looked at Sirius and said happily: "Tomorrow I'm going to the Ministry of Magic to talk to Fudge about pardoning you."

Professor McGonagall said: "The Ministry of Magic will definitely compromise, too many people have heard what Peter Pettigrew said before he died."

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "I agree with you, Minerva, but I also know how soft Fudge's ears are." He paused slightly, skipping the subject, "Peter Pettigrew really mentioned that Voldemort was coming back. Now? It seems that he did a lot in the few months he disappeared."

Felix reminded: "He also found a helper for Voldemort, and we have no idea who this person is."

Dumbledore said softly: "You're right, Voldemort has been lingering before, in the Albanian forest...but it won't be long before, if not expected, he will appear in the light."

"Albanian forest?"

"According to my sources, he was hiding in the depths of the forest, possessing all kinds of small animals," Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "Perhaps Peter Pettigrew was helped by his little friends. "

Felix knew what the headmaster meant, he meant the mouse, and Peter Pettigrew could communicate with the mouse.

"But—Albus," said Professor McGonagall in astonishment, "if he's been there, why..."

"Because there's nothing we can do about him, he's worse than a ghost, like an ethereal shadow, and trust me, Minerva, that must be painful," Dumbledore said.

After coming out of the principal's room, Sirius found Felix, his expression was quite complicated: "I know you are very researching on old objects..."

"What," Felix quipped looking at him, "you want to sell some of the Black family's collection?"

Sirius pouted, "I'll give you whatever you like. Don't interrupt, Kreacher told me something about Voldemort and my...brother."

"Your brother?"

"Regulus Arcturus Black, he's not quite what I think. Anyway, he stole something from Voldemort and put himself in for it, and I think it's right Voldemort must be important."

Felix's expression became serious: "What is it?"

"A gold locket, dirty, with a small snake on it. If it wasn't for Kreacher's confession, I wouldn't care. There are too many similar things at home..." Sirius described its appearance carefully. again.

He continued: "But I researched it for a long time and found that it is really unusual, Kreacher can't destroy it, and I am the same, even if I use the most powerful magic, I just barely cut a small opening in it, and it didn't take long It recovers on its own."

Felixston stops, is difficult to destroy, and repairs itself. These are the characteristics of Horcrux!

The book "Revelation of Cutting-edge Black Magic" that he saw in Black's old house has a very detailed introduction to the production method and characteristics of Horcrux - in addition to being difficult to destroy and resisting most spells, it also has It has a strong ability to repair itself with magic. If you can't find the right way, even tearing the Horcrux to pieces and grinding it into powder is useless.

The known method of destroying Horcruxes is the Fierce Fire Spell, or the scouring of massive magical power, but that is only the means of wizards at the Big Four level.

"Let's go now!" Felix said decisively.

They turned a hallway and saw Harry around the corner, his head bowed for nothing.

"Harry!" said Sirius. "Why are you here alone and not celebrating with your friends?"

Harry hesitantly said, "I didn't celebrate much, I went to see Ron, he was all right, except for Scabbers that made him a little sick... When I came back, I heard that you were in the principal's office, so, just came over. Look. How is your injury?"

"It's nothing serious, you see, it's all minor injuries." Sirius kicked his legs exaggeratedly.

Harry smiled, and he said expectantly, "Do you have time now? Will I be staying at Hogwarts tonight, and I can make my bed out of it."

Sirius looked at him hesitantly, and Felix said sympathetically, "Harry can come with us, just send him back before the lights go out."

Harry looked at them puzzled, leaving school so late? Where are you going?

When he saw the fireplace in the professor's office blazing, he suddenly recalled: "Floo powder? I saw it at Ron's house and used it..."

He remembered the few unpleasant experiences he had with Floo powder. He hated the feeling of spinning around in the stove and getting dizzy, but he had to admit that compared to Apparition, Floo powder was already a kind of Quite a comfortable way to travel.

"Don't worry, Harry," said Sirius. "Hold your breath and remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."

Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder and sprinkled it in the fireplace. The fire suddenly jumped up and turned green, and he breathed out, "12 Grimmauld Place." He disappeared. .

In the office, Sirius was motionless.

"You have something to tell me?" Felix asked.

"I actually wanted to ask you a favor—" Sirius took a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly, "I want to bring Regulus back."

"Regulus? You said..." Felix woke up. "He wasn't the locket he took from Voldemort, but some hidden location?"

Sirius nodded, "I've been there, but I can't even get in the door."

Seeing some readers arguing about the content of the previous chapter, the author reflected, in fact, I should have written it earlier, before the Nick Lemay incident (but there is no problem with the timeline, the first sentence is a few days ago). The author is not a water plot, but leads to the reconciliation of Sirius and Kreacher, and the locket. But I don't want to write directly about how devastated Sirius was when he learned the truth about Regulus, but to show it in some details. It is because the author is inexperienced that he did not take this into consideration, so take it as a warning.