A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Late at night, on a slightly desolate mountain.

In the hills stood an old ivy-covered house, surrounded by the glow of incantation. Felix turned a blind eye to this, he glanced at the dark window on the top floor, opened the door gently, and it was quiet inside.

He passed through a dark corridor, at the end of which was an ancient door.

As he got closer, he heard some noises, it was a kind of bellows sound of wheezing and panting, and it looked like a lingering patient. There were other voices inside, fiddling with bottles and jars, followed by the sound of liquid pouring into bottles.

"Bring the potion here!" said a cold voice.

Felix heard the sound of the liquid pouring into his throat, and there was a painful moan. The man who was drinking the medicine was in great pain, and he stopped after a while.

"You better hope that your son intercepts the elf, or you will suffer..." The cold voice seemed to be talking to someone, but Felix couldn't hear any response, and he tapped lightly On his forehead, from the perspective of magic, he saw three sources of magic.

One is slightly normal, but the other two are... horribly evil.

Barty Crouch, Voldemort and a dark wizard? What is the difference between Voldemort's special state and why Dumbledore is not optimistic about this trip?

Felix's thoughts swirled in his heart, the sound transmission mirror dangling in his pocket. He raised his wand and aimed at one of the directions where the magic power fluctuations were more obvious. The black electric arc kept accumulating at the tip of the wand, and it was ready to go in the blink of an eye.

"Who's outside?" said a cold voice.

"Break!"

Black lightning suddenly appeared and penetrated the wooden door. At the same time, Felix pushed open the broken wooden door and entered the room. His body shone with the light of various protective items, and he was wearing a windbreaker of dragon skin mixed with basilisk skin.

In the room, a magical barrier blocked his lightning, and Felix saw everything in the room.

This is a humble room. Barty Crouch is standing behind a chair, which is not surprising. On the chair is a swaddling baby. In the swaddle is a baby that looks like a skeleton. There is no hair on his head or face, and his body seems to grow. It is scaly, and its skin is dark and red, like tender meat that has been injured.

Its arms and legs are slender and soft, and its face is a flat snake face, with two long and narrow slits above where the eyes belong, and a red light seeps through the slits.

"Mr. Voldemort, I have to say that despite my preparations, I was startled when I actually saw you."

Felix said kindly, but his eyes were fixed on the corner of the chair, where a large snake, at least twelve feet long, was crawling up Barty Crouch's legs at the moment. The snake was very clever, hiding most of its body behind Crouch, protruding its head from Crouch's neck and making a hissing sound.

Felix's original target was the snake.

There was more magic in that serpent than this weak, baby-like Voldemort in front of him! He had previously judged the wrong master based on the perspective of magic power, no, maybe it was true...

Horcrux.

A word flashed through Felix's mind.

Voldemort even used a living creature as a Horcrux, didn't he think that after the creature died, it would dissipate with his soul fragments?

He had a real sense of Voldemort's madness.

"Go first with Nagini," ordered Voldemort, who was sitting in the chair.

At this moment, a black lightning suddenly appeared, heading straight for Barty Crouch, to be precise, the snake head on the right side of his neck.

"Zizzizi!"

After a sour electric sound, the black lightning was forcibly deflected, tearing a hole in the wall, and sparse moonlight poured in.

Felix stared at Voldemort, gasping for breath, his chest rumbling like a bellows again. But this is enough to move, a mere temporary body constructed of potion and magic, actually blocked his attack twice in a moment that could not be released.

He wasn't intercepting any more, Barty Crouch had disappeared with the snake. Someone was waiting for them outside, I wonder if Voldemort would vomit blood when he found out.

Sen Bai's flames slowly emerged from behind him, Felix looked at Voldemort, and asked with interest: "You actually broke the queen yourself, this is not the same as my impression of you... They are important to you?"

"What made you come up with this ridiculous idea?" said Voldemort slowly, overwhelmed by the previous two spells, his baby-like body leaning against the back of the chair like a puddle of talking flesh.

He said in a very hoarse voice: "If you have experienced my experience and felt my despair, you will realize that even a puppet and a humble elf cannot give up easily..."

"It turns out that you don't have enough manpower." Felix nodded slightly, and the reason why Winky was able to survive became clear. The flames behind him continued to expand, he stepped out, and the fiery fire poured down like running water, starting from his toes, rushing wildly to the left and right sides.

The two fire snakes met behind Voldemort, forming a standard circle, enclosing the chair Voldemort was sitting on. Then the flames steamed up, and the white matchlocks like chains crisscrossed each other, weaving them into a large airtight net.

In this web, whether it's Apparition or the door key, it's difficult to activate it.

"To this extent, you can be ranked first in my heart." Voldemort said softly, he had no intention of running away, and seemed to want to talk to Felix.

Felix looked at him calmly, having communicated with Dumbledore, he knew he couldn't be too careful. But inevitably, a question arose in his mind: Why didn't Voldemort stop him? Is it impossible?

"You're wondering why I didn't fight back?" Voldemort's uncomfortable voice sounded again, "Don't worry, I can't do anything in this state, my friend... A few months ago, I was in the Albanian forest. Wandering around, possessing those little animals for a long time, all this makes me tired, but there is no way, at that time, I was worse than the most humble wandering soul... Only in this way can I find a sense of belonging to a living being."

"Until Peter Pettigrew found you."

Felix said that in the magic point of view, in the range of sight, there is only one source of magic power, Voldemort. There were no port keys, no magic traps, only the weak but wicked magic of Voldemort himself distorting his vision.

He suddenly realized that Voldemort really wanted to talk to him, because he had no ability to resist.

"Yeah, until Peter Pettigrew found me..." said a hoarse, cold voice. "A timid and cowardly servant, although he doesn't want to admit it, but if he was here, I would be a little more relaxed than I am now. What a pity." He sounded like he had lost a usable napkin.

"Peter Pettigrew was taken by the Ministry of Magic and kissed by a Dementor," Felix stated.

"I know . . . he's dead, he won't live for a week," said Voldemort nonchalantly. "I've done experiments to prolong their lives as long as possible, but the results are often less than satisfactory."

"When you were still beautiful?" Felix said.

"Just some boring tricks. When your servants are all out to promote your glory, you need to find something for yourself, some of my servants... Bella likes to torture people, but I'm tired of it, I'd rather study Black magic, dark art, they are as enchanting as the starless night..."

Voldemort said in a long voice, politely. His voice was not as harsh as it was at the beginning, perhaps because of his tone, Felix actually thought of an academic conference.

At this time, he said slowly: "My friend, spread your flame a little, we have enough time."

Felix was unmoved, but pressed the flame cage even lower. He had extremely high control over the flames. Except for the charred traces on the ground, other items in the room were intact.

"Don't you have something to say? I'm still listening, but please forgive my limited patience."

Voldemort snorted, "I used to think of you as the second Dumbledore, but you don't have the patience for him..."

"Voldemort, you've always advertised your achievements in the dark arts, but you can't beat Dumbledore, do you know what people say about your relationship? He's the only person you're afraid of. The real lesson, will you acquiesce to the spread of this kind of speech?"

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort murmured the name, his voice even colder, "That old guy hid himself too well, everyone was deceived by him, he is a clever hypocrite. "

He looked at Felix, grinned and sneered, "Perhaps all of you think of him as an old man who only talks nonsense?"

"Isn't it? He's over a hundred years old." Felix asked, picking on the key points in his words, and the enemy's words were also valuable.

Voldemort made a sound of contempt, but he did not follow Felix's conversation. "I've known you, I've known you in detail... Felix Hepp, I'm amazed to find that we're from a similar background," he whispered: "We both had no choice but to live in a Muggle orphan. In the courtyard, they have the same talent, but they have to endure strange eyes——"

"Sorry, I was happy at the orphanage," Felix interrupted.

"I see, Muggle researcher... It's ironic, you are like my opposite." The gap in Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and his tone was full of nostalgia, "Actually, I also hoped to be your colleague back then, according to At your age, I may still be your professor. It's a pity that Dumbledore rejected me without any sympathy." Voldemort said with emotion. "He's always been like that."

"You must have been naughty when you were young to make him have such a bad impression of you." Felix said teasingly.

Voldemort's squinted eyes opened, and his skeleton-like face became animated and distorted. "Another, another person he's brainwashed, Felix Hepp, I suddenly don't want to kill you, I want to see what he does to you when you conflict with him. From what I understand, You're not a good talker..."

Felix looked at him with burning eyes, "Could this be the quality of being the Dark Lord? Beyond the arrogance and imagination of ordinary people?"

"It's confidence and strategy," Voldemort corrected.

"Okay," Felix said softly, "then, I need you to go back with me, and you'd better tell Dumbledore this face to face, you must have a lot of private things to say."

"There will be a day, but not today, when I will give a moving speech to his corpse," said Voldemort.

Felix opened his hands, then slammed them together, and the fierce white fire gathered towards the center, condensed into a long sword, and fell violently.

He took a few steps back at the same time, squinting his eyes to see what else Voldemort could do, but unexpectedly, the forest-white fiery long sword went straight through Voldemort's chest, and the flames splashed, stained with Voldemort's swaddling clothes, and crawled all over the place. His body was burning violently with a "crackling".

In the raging fire, Voldemort let out a penetrating scream, the red eyes that were like slits opened to the limit, and the blood-red eyes stared at him.

"Besides Dumbledore, you were the second person to make me feel dead, and I remember you, Felix Hepp!"

He screamed mournfully, his whole body turned into a fiery firewood, Felix stared at him, an ethereal shadow rose from the flames, he looked like it was condensed from smoke and had no substance.

If he is in the flame, he takes the flame as his body, and in the water, he takes the water as his shadow.

"You can't kill me, and I'll be back anytime—" The phantom twisted, roaring in pain.

"Whoosh!"

A dazzling green light penetrated the phantom, as if hitting the air, and the Life Sucking Charm had no effect. Afterwards, a silver light flashed in Felix's eyes, and the Thinking Cabin and Legilimency were used in turn, and the effect was still close to nothing.

trouble.

Felix had this thought in his mind, his magic was useless against Voldemort's phantom, and he remembered that sentence again:

Worse than the humblest wandering soul...

But his hands were still steady, and it was the first time he had met Voldemort, and both were slightly surprised. Voldemort protected his Horcrux first, Felix deliberately pretended not to know, he didn't know if Dumbledore succeeded, and if he failed, he could set a lore trap the next time they met.

At the same time, Voldemort himself had to stay and use himself as bait. But in his current state, he can't fight against Felix at all, and he has long been ready to lose this body. This is nothing to him. Instead, he can take the opportunity to chat with Felix. If he can alienate Deng Brittany and his relationship are even better.

Felix used this rare time to skillfully cast spells - twisted suction, black lightning, green mist, milky white light, golden flame... One after another powerful magic was vented in Crouch's mansion, and the magic light exploded countless bright light.

He was testing the weakness of Voldemort's remnant soul, but Voldemort turned a blind eye to all these magics, went straight through the silver shield, floated above the ceiling with a large hole, and said mockingly:

"There are so many tricks, but one magic for killing people is enough!"

He left a hazy, malevolent look in his eyes as he rushed towards the gray sky, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

After a moment of silence, Felix let out a light breath.

"When I finish the Book of Rune, I'll develop a rune formation for you, and see how you can run." He said with a little dissatisfaction, but he had realized that it was difficult for him to deal with Voldemort in this state.

Voldemort is far from a real creature at this moment, so far that normal means can't work at all, and there is no magic for this state in history.

Maybe that's why Dumbledore knew that Voldemort's remnant lingered in the Albanian forest, but didn't act.

"Magic power...memory...emotion...existence projection, this is his true face? In the gap between life and death, relying on the positioning of the Horcrux to leave a shadow, if all the Horcruxes are destroyed before he is reborn, Will it make him lose his support in reality?"

Felix pondered, when he saw the decay of the despicable Haierbo Horcrux, he thought of a similar problem.

Don't look at Voldemort ignoring many of his magics, but this is determined by Voldemort's special state, and neither of the two can do anything about the other. Judging by Voldemort's rush to escape, he must have an unknown weakness.

He thought quietly until a silver shadow suddenly appeared and descended on the ruins.

Felix raised his arm, the silver phoenix Patronus landed on his slender fingers, and Dumbledore's gentle voice came: "He escaped and got into the ground... But I intercepted Barty and the snake. ."

After the phoenix finished speaking, it turned into a silver mist and disappeared.

"It's really yours," Felix said, staring at a picture frame on the table. In the picture frame, Barty Crouch was holding his wife, and on the other side was a handsome young man.

He already knew who the spy in the castle was.

Felix turned around and walked out of the house. The fire behind him was like a dragon, and he roared and swallowed the house in one bite. He also threw the photo frame into the sea of ​​​​fire, stood in the cold wind in the middle of the night, and stared at the fierce fire raging with teeth and claws.

"How can nobody promote your name, Voldemort?" he said playfully.

Felix held his wand high and recited the incantation he got from Lucius Malfoy, "Bone is reborn!" A green light flew out and leaped into the sky.

It was a gigantic skeleton, composed of countless green star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue. The skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

In the distance, Dumbledore's figure was looming, and he shook his head, disapproving of Felix's approach, but he did not stop it, it was time for the Ministry of Magic to be vigilant.

He turned to leave. There are too many things to deal with tonight. At least, there is a spy in the castle. I don't know if I can catch it in time. Barty's injury was also very serious. The only pity was that the snake died so swiftly that it turned out to be a Horcrux. He didn't hear this information at all in the sound transmission mirror.

Felix waved his hand, and the fire went out, leaving ruins everywhere.

He strode away and disappeared abruptly in the shadow of the mountains and forests, leaving only a low voice floating in the black night sky.

"See you next time, Voldemort, I hope you've recovered..."

...

a few minutes ago--

Hogwarts Castle, Gryffindor bedroom, Harry suddenly woke up from the bed with a splitting headache.

Regarding the female protagonist, there are relevant explanations in the top comment in the book friend circle, but many readers have not seen it. I will say it here. The following is my reply to a reader in the book friend group, which is also applicable now:

(About the heroine issue) Actually, I am not sure. The readers and the author have different perspectives. Whether or not the outline I designed will not affect the plot. In addition, the popular CPs are not very old, so even if there are CPs, there are many CPs. Years later, the only thing that is certain is that there will be no ambiguous plots in this book (normal interactions are not counted).

When I wrote the book, I discovered that the outline can only determine the direction of the story, but I have no idea what the specific plot will be written the next day, and I need to think about it now. The interaction with the female characters is also in a natural attitude. From the author's point of view, I will try to ambush, but whether it can be used in the end and become the beginning of the relationship depends on how the plot develops later - I have thought more than once After the end of the story, it may be to suddenly look back on the loneliness for thousands of years, or the lights are dimmed by the attention of the people, or return to the mountains and enjoy themselves.

In conclusion, is there any ambiguous plot in this book? No. Is there a love scene? There should be none, or very little. do you have cp? Look at the later stage of the plot, look at the author's writing feelings, and readers' feedback on female characters.