Chapter 602: 5th grade ends
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Update: Felix had a very fulfilling few days.
"Anything else, Harry?"
"……No..."
Felix groped his chin and looked at Harry's back, always feeling that his mood was not right.
"Do you think that overusing the Patronus Charm will affect your mood?" he asked Peeves, who had just poked his head out of the wall to watch the fun, and Peeves was trying to retract his body. Hearing Felix's question, he stopped awkwardly and replied, "I don't know, sir."
"I thought you knew a little bit," Felix shrugged. "When I was grading the final exam paper, I saw some students carefully analyzing the similarities and differences between you and the Patronus. Professor Flitwick smiled happily. …”
Peeves was startled and nearly fell out of mid-air, circling the air with his feet in his arms.
"I don't have anything in common with the Patronus, sir! Totally different—those nasty little bastards! They must be trying to frame Lord Peeves—" Back, it seems to be looking for someone to trouble. Felix didn't know if his indignation was faked.
"Forget it, we still have a lot to do, Warren."
Felix walked into the house as he spoke, closed the door, and Niu Niu was lying on the sofa reading a comic book, with a fiery red bird on his head.
This thing is an alchemical item that Felix uses as an early warning. It is more flexible than the Howling Spell and can be triggered according to certain conditions-he was notified when Crabbe and Goyle tried to break into his office, But the bird burned itself to a pool of black chocolate-like ashes after completing the warning.
Felix made another one.
Warren unexpectedly liked it, thinking Birdie was a bit like Fox. To this end, a bird cage was added to the office, and the fiery red alchemy bird pretended to be a bird.
"Want to come with me? Warren?" Felix asked neatly.
"Hey~"
"Okay, remember to take the bird and the snake for a walk, you've gained weight again... There are snacks in the cupboard, remember to call me when there are guests, do you know the trick? Knock on the doorknob three times with your wand..." Felix After hesitating to say, Warren waved his hand, indicating that he knew.
So Felix pushed open the bedroom door, passed through a shimmering membrane, and came to the depths of classroom number seven.
He was standing at the beginning of a fork in the road. It looked like a complete path was split in two, and then the second half was moved here. Felix turned his head and seemed to be able to see on the sofa. Warren, who was teasing the bird, closed the door, leaving a shadow of the door in place, and then walked forward.
The road was not long, and all kinds of defensive magic and vigilance magic were arranged along the way. When he came to the end of the road, there was a fog in front of him. Felix stretched out his hand and groped up and down in the air, as if there was really something in there, and then—he pulled hard and pulled out a lock from the air.
Felix took out a brilliant key from his pocket, stuffed it into the lock cylinder, unscrewed it, and the fog dissipated, revealing a small two-story building.
Inside is a modern office with white, integrated walls, smooth floors, and no obvious lighting around, but the room is full of light. In the center of the office, three or four feet above the ground, floated a huge ouroboros, connected head to tail. It is spinning slowly.
"Let me think about today's work, the first step is—"
Felix shook the emerald ring, and a piece of parchment appeared out of nowhere, with categories roughly divided, with large blanks indicating that more would be added.
"First a cup of good quality ghost coffee."
A cup appeared in the air.
"Very good," Felix took a sip. "Next - an emotional test." He raised his head and tapped his index finger on the scales of the Ouroboros, and the dark green opaque scales immediately turned transparent. Silvery white, revealing what's inside.
Voldemort's body floated in the air, limbs and head hanging limply. There was a dark green snake tail that shone through his chest, and it looked as if it had been penetrated. In addition to the snake tail on his chest, there were more than a dozen tiny magic pipes connected to him, connecting him to the body. The magic power is blocked in layers.
If outsiders break in, they will definitely think that there is an evil dark wizard entrenched here.
Felix's eyes flashed strangely, and he seemed to be talking to himself, murmuring, "I don't know if you ever thought about your day, Tom, but I'm sure you can understand, don't you? It's the perfect interpretation of your philosophy—"
"Magic is power."
Felix stretched out his hand, and a wisp of blue smoke emerged from the corner of the very modern room. The blue smoke gathered on his hand, which looked like a blue glass ball. Felix held it, and his fingers passed through it. The silver transparent Ouroboros, flicked lightly, and the cyan ball melted into Voldemort's body.
"Some people are addicted to their beautiful dreams and don't want to wake up, and some people are devastated because of huge failures and hide from people. Which one would you be?"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Professor Heppe?" Hermione's voice said, and the door opened. "Oh, Professor, I wanted to ask if I need to mark the papers—"
Hermione blinked, and she looked down to see a furry Sniff yawning.
"Warren?"
Hermione crouched down a little embarrassedly and asked Warren, "Is the professor there?"
"Ha!"
Sniff pointed to the room.
Hermione followed, and the office was empty. She was a little disappointed, "Can I wait for the professor here?" After getting a positive answer, she walked over, sat on the sofa, and looked around.
She hasn't been here for a while, but the office hasn't changed much. She saw that the green plants she gave were placed on the small square table, and they were growing very well. Thought it was glass, but it doesn't seem to be, there is more than one reflective spot.
Hermione stood up and walked to the cabinet. She covered her mouth in surprise. Behind the glass door were a dozen jars, each filled with a cloud of silver mist, like a work of art. If you look closely, you will also find that the fog will occasionally condense into a stag...
Is it Harry's Patronus?
She watched for a while, then sat back on the sofa and looked along the green plant, where there were stacks of test papers that had been partially corrected.
Hermione felt a little itchy, she sat on the other side and opened the test paper.
It's the fourth grade ancient rune final exam paper, of course she didn't come to change the paper, it's just an excuse, she has other things, but——
Idle is idle, maybe she can do me a favor, so I can get a valuable conversation when the professor comes back?
Hermione picked up the test paper and began to grade it seriously. The knowledge on the test papers was very simple to her, and she deliberately left a few highly subjective questions for Professor Haipu to read other parts. She couldn't help frowning after watching it for a long time, "How can something go wrong here? It must be sloppy... There's another... and another, God, who is this person, I want to see his name..."
Warren finished flipping through the comics, slipped off the sofa and ran to the birdcage to take a look. It stuffed the greedy snake inside to save the little snake from running around. After they looked at each other across the cage for a while, Warren retracted his gaze contentedly, took out a bottle of dandelion juice from the cabinet, thought about it, and took out another bottle.
It walked beside Hermione, handed one of the bottles to Hermione, squeezed into her arms, and the two of them looked at the test paper together.
"Ha!" it cried.
"What's wrong?" Hermione said, still staring at the test paper, and Warren took out his own wand from his pocket and tapped it in one spot.
"Well, it's really wrong here."
Hermione bowed her head in surprise, watching the smug Warren drinking the juice from a straw. Time passed, Hermione reached out and threw it away, she had already approved it. She rubbed her sore neck and looked up.
"The professor hasn't come back yet?"
Warren pointed to the bedroom door again. Hermione was a little confused, so Warren simply jumped down, trotted to the bedroom door, stood on tiptoe and tried to reach the door handle with his special wand.
"Are you going in?"
Hermione came over. She didn't think the professor was inside. They approved the papers all morning, and no one came out, unless... unless the professor was sleeping in... Thinking of this possibility, her face was a little dull.
Wouldn't she be guessed?
Warren knocked **** the doorknob three times, and the door popped open. Hermione was afraid that she would see a professor lying in bed, wearing pajamas, with tousled hair, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a silver glitter. .
She stared at the bedroom door, a transparent membrane blocking her way. The scene inside was so blurry that it was hard to see, and she stretched out her hand—
"Better not to touch."
A voice said, and Hermione was startled, turning quickly to stare at the blank portrait standing in the corner. Then a figure flashed in, blinking light blue eyes and looking at her with piercing eyes.
"Miss Granger? Can I do you a favor?"
"Uh, okay, Professor—?"
"Call me Felix, I haven't taught you anything. See the bottom right corner of the canvas, the bowl with the bunch of grapes... see? Well, a daredevil stained with his dirty hands. I can't stand it..."
Hermione stared and said in a panic, "Oh, Felix? What should I use—"
"Don't use your sleeves! Use a wand, a very simple spell, I tell you."
After a while, Felix in the frame whistled loudly and put a grape in his mouth, showing a pleasant expression.
"You can't imagine how many strange people you'd meet with a portrait on St Mungo's, with a dagger stuck in his head - God knows how he survived; and a fire-breathing nose, smeared, I guess Excessive dragon blood - I've also seen an old wizard who spit bubbles like a fish, he happened to have bad breath, the bubbles popped in the face of the therapist who received him, the little girl was crying so sad... coming One?" he asked, holding up a grape.
"No, thank you." Hermione felt a sudden discomfort in her stomach.
"Oh, you can't eat it either." The portrait followed her words: "Thanks to meeting you, I hate the smell of disinfectant, my body hates me for nagging and always tells me to shut up, and he also threatens me with Get someone to paint a mouthpiece, is that for people to wear? I've only seen it on horses!"
Hermione scrutinized him secretly, and it was a very novel experience to chat with the chatty and talkative professor.
"Felix? You just reminded me not to touch that thing..."
"Yeah, you don't have permission. If you put your hand on it, smack!" he said, startled. "You'll fall into the trap."
The portrait of Felix pursed her lips towards the cabinet against the wall, and Hermione immediately glanced at the cabinet in fear, fearing that she would also be put in a jar. The Weasley Brothers would probably be hyping it up, but she really didn't have the guts to try.
When she turned around, she found that Warren was sticking his head into the transparent magical barrier, Hermione pointed at Warren in surprise, and the portrait said with a relaxed expression: "Don't worry, this little guy has permission, just let it go, but I Think he should know - look, I'm right," said the portrait.
Hermione saw an indistinct figure approaching, a tall man with short black hair.
One hand picked up the silver film, like opening a curtain, Felix looked at Hermione in surprise, "Miss Granger?" He jumped out nimbly, Hermione vaguely Saw a winding path that glowed.
"Where's... Classroom Seven?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
Felix nodded without explaining much.
He quickly figured out Hermione's purpose. "You want to know the result of that duel?"
"It's kind of weird that I didn't see the follow-up in the papers, isn't it? I mean, Voldemort's downfall must have been a big deal, and everyone was looking forward to reading about the victory, but nothing..."
"The news is always late, Miss Granger." Felix shook his head. "The Ministry of Magic is responsible for this. At least Ms. Burns hasn't revealed the idea. She is planning to send the remaining Death Eaters. , the dark wizards are all over the place."
"Oh," Hermione realized, thinking for a while, before saying slowly, "and the prophecy about Harry—"
"Harry asked you to ask?" Felix looked at her calmly.
"No, it's me—" Hermione opened her mouth.
"Sirius knows this prophecy, it's better for Harry to ask him himself." Felix said, he shrugged, "The prophecy is not complicated, and the direction is very clear. I think the reason why Sirius didn't say it was because he didn't want to. Too much pressure on Harry - the prophecy doesn't necessarily come true, but it means a lot of pressure for the person involved."
Hermione bit her lip and nodded slightly.
Then her expression became very tangled, and she said hesitantly, "There's one more thing...Harry's mood is very low, he, he told us, um..." She seemed to ponder the words, "You know that Professor Napp used to be a Death Eater, as the story goes, you'll find your way back..."
"...Harry got it."
Felix raised his eyebrows: "Miss Granger, be more specific."
"That's it," Hermione said. "Harry's scar suddenly hurts during the last Magical History exam, which means he has received another message from You-Know-Who, and then we..." She told what happened that day. He said in a succinct manner, "Harry seemed very wrong after that. Ron and I questioned him for two days before he told us... Voldemort hunted down the Harry family because of a prophecy, and he revealed this prophecy to him. It's Snape."
Felix listened with a serious expression and nodded, "Anything else? That's all?"
"That's all," said Hermione, wondering if that wasn't enough? When Harry told her, she could fully understand the complicated feelings in Harry's heart. Felix touched his chin. At least Harry's recent mood changes were the reason.
"As a bystander, no matter what we say, it doesn't seem painful or itchy, and it's hard to understand the mood of the person involved. So let them do their own thing. What you can do as a friend is not to touch this painful memory. Of course, appropriate Guidance is still necessary, Miss Granger, you may need good news at this time, I peeked at the fifth and seventh grade papers before the examiner from the Wizarding Examination Authority left."
"If you want to know your Ancient Rune.l grades—"
Hermione nodded quickly, and Felix smiled, "Of course, excellent, all three of you."
In a blink of an eye, it was time for the Hogwarts students to leave school.
Standing on the balcony of the office, Felix watched the students lugging large and small bags out of the castle enthusiastically, preparing to spend a pleasant vacation. "Time flies so fast, I have two months to study, emotions, soul, memory, what is the wonderful connection between them?"
At the gate of the school's cast iron gate, Harry's eyes passed over the wild boars with wings at the top of the stone pillars on both sides of the gate, followed the stone steps all the way up, staring at the towering castle standing high, as if to engrave it in his heart.
Hermione's words were of little consolation, because that wasn't the point at all.
Harry thought of the legend of the three brothers, an invisibility cloak that could hide from death... The thing was lying quietly in the suitcase now, but could it show its power to help him this time?
Probably not, he thought.
Because he is like the third child in fairy tales, ready to take off his invisibility cloak to meet death.
But he had some extra time anyway, even though Harry hadn't figured out how to use it yet... yeah, Harry thought, he should really think about it. He walked to the carriage to welcome his holiday.
...
Meanwhile, Diagon Alley—
A thin old man staggered into the sword castle~www.novelhall.com~ He seemed to lack exercise, and he would stop for a while after walking a few steps.
"This old gentleman, is there anything I can do to help you?" asked the young witch with several freckles on her face.
"I heard that you guys seem to be able to solve the Squib's casting problem? I happen to have this problem." The old man said hoarsely, but his blue eyes were particularly bright.
"Of course!" the young witch said enthusiastically, "please come here to register, you are very lucky, this technology is very mature, and it will be announced on a certain date, and the fee will be charged at that time. If it is popular, you may have to queue up. !"
"I'm not too worried about the cost," the old man grinned, his teeth almost lost, "but I'm really in a hurry... I'm going to apply for a position. If I don't have any skills, I'll be very embarrassed."
The young witch looked at the old man secretly, not expecting him to go out to work at such a young age, and he was still a squib. Thinking of this, she gave the old man a sympathetic look and helped him in.
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Update: Felix had a very fulfilling few days.
"Anything else, Harry?"
"……No..."
Felix groped his chin and looked at Harry's back, always feeling that his mood was not right.
"Do you think that overusing the Patronus Charm will affect your mood?" he asked Peeves, who had just poked his head out of the wall to watch the fun, and Peeves was trying to retract his body. Hearing Felix's question, he stopped awkwardly and replied, "I don't know, sir."
"I thought you knew a little bit," Felix shrugged. "When I was grading the final exam paper, I saw some students carefully analyzing the similarities and differences between you and the Patronus. Professor Flitwick smiled happily. …”
Peeves was startled and nearly fell out of mid-air, circling the air with his feet in his arms.
"I don't have anything in common with the Patronus, sir! Totally different—those nasty little bastards! They must be trying to frame Lord Peeves—" Back, it seems to be looking for someone to trouble. Felix didn't know if his indignation was faked.
"Forget it, we still have a lot to do, Warren."
Felix walked into the house as he spoke, closed the door, and Niu Niu was lying on the sofa reading a comic book, with a fiery red bird on his head.
This thing is an alchemical item that Felix uses as an early warning. It is more flexible than the Howling Spell and can be triggered according to certain conditions-he was notified when Crabbe and Goyle tried to break into his office, But the bird burned itself to a pool of black chocolate-like ashes after completing the warning.
Felix made another one.
Warren unexpectedly liked it, thinking Birdie was a bit like Fox. To this end, a bird cage was added to the office, and the fiery red alchemy bird pretended to be a bird.
"Want to come with me? Warren?" Felix asked neatly.
"Hey~"
"Okay, remember to take the bird and the snake for a walk, you've gained weight again... There are snacks in the cupboard, remember to call me when there are guests, do you know the trick? Knock on the doorknob three times with your wand..." Felix After hesitating to say, Warren waved his hand, indicating that he knew.
So Felix pushed open the bedroom door, passed through a shimmering membrane, and came to the depths of classroom number seven.
He was standing at the beginning of a fork in the road. It looked like a complete path was split in two, and then the second half was moved here. Felix turned his head and seemed to be able to see on the sofa. Warren, who was teasing the bird, closed the door, leaving a shadow of the door in place, and then walked forward.
The road was not long, and all kinds of defensive magic and vigilance magic were arranged along the way. When he came to the end of the road, there was a fog in front of him. Felix stretched out his hand and groped up and down in the air, as if there was really something in there, and then—he pulled hard and pulled out a lock from the air.
Felix took out a brilliant key from his pocket, stuffed it into the lock cylinder, unscrewed it, and the fog dissipated, revealing a small two-story building.
Inside is a modern office with white, integrated walls, smooth floors, and no obvious lighting around, but the room is full of light. In the center of the office, three or four feet above the ground, floated a huge ouroboros, connected head to tail. It is spinning slowly.
"Let me think about today's work, the first step is—"
Felix shook the emerald ring, and a piece of parchment appeared out of nowhere, with categories roughly divided, with large blanks indicating that more would be added.
"First a cup of good quality ghost coffee."
A cup appeared in the air.
"Very good," Felix took a sip. "Next - an emotional test." He raised his head and tapped his index finger on the scales of the Ouroboros, and the dark green opaque scales immediately turned transparent. Silvery white, revealing what's inside.
Voldemort's body floated in the air, limbs and head hanging limply. There was a dark green snake tail that shone through his chest, and it looked as if it had been penetrated. In addition to the snake tail on his chest, there were more than a dozen tiny magic pipes connected to him, connecting him to the body. The magic power is blocked in layers.
If outsiders break in, they will definitely think that there is an evil dark wizard entrenched here.
Felix's eyes flashed strangely, and he seemed to be talking to himself, murmuring, "I don't know if you ever thought about your day, Tom, but I'm sure you can understand, don't you? It's the perfect interpretation of your philosophy—"
"Magic is power."
Felix stretched out his hand, and a wisp of blue smoke emerged from the corner of the very modern room. The blue smoke gathered on his hand, which looked like a blue glass ball. Felix held it, and his fingers passed through it. The silver transparent Ouroboros, flicked lightly, and the cyan ball melted into Voldemort's body.
"Some people are addicted to their beautiful dreams and don't want to wake up, and some people are devastated because of huge failures and hide from people. Which one would you be?"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Professor Heppe?" Hermione's voice said, and the door opened. "Oh, Professor, I wanted to ask if I need to mark the papers—"
Hermione blinked, and she looked down to see a furry Sniff yawning.
"Warren?"
Hermione crouched down a little embarrassedly and asked Warren, "Is the professor there?"
"Ha!"
Sniff pointed to the room.
Hermione followed, and the office was empty. She was a little disappointed, "Can I wait for the professor here?" After getting a positive answer, she walked over, sat on the sofa, and looked around.
She hasn't been here for a while, but the office hasn't changed much. She saw that the green plants she gave were placed on the small square table, and they were growing very well. Thought it was glass, but it doesn't seem to be, there is more than one reflective spot.
Hermione stood up and walked to the cabinet. She covered her mouth in surprise. Behind the glass door were a dozen jars, each filled with a cloud of silver mist, like a work of art. If you look closely, you will also find that the fog will occasionally condense into a stag...
Is it Harry's Patronus?
She watched for a while, then sat back on the sofa and looked along the green plant, where there were stacks of test papers that had been partially corrected.
Hermione felt a little itchy, she sat on the other side and opened the test paper.
It's the fourth grade ancient rune final exam paper, of course she didn't come to change the paper, it's just an excuse, she has other things, but——
Idle is idle, maybe she can do me a favor, so I can get a valuable conversation when the professor comes back?
Hermione picked up the test paper and began to grade it seriously. The knowledge on the test papers was very simple to her, and she deliberately left a few highly subjective questions for Professor Haipu to read other parts. She couldn't help frowning after watching it for a long time, "How can something go wrong here? It must be sloppy... There's another... and another, God, who is this person, I want to see his name..."
Warren finished flipping through the comics, slipped off the sofa and ran to the birdcage to take a look. It stuffed the greedy snake inside to save the little snake from running around. After they looked at each other across the cage for a while, Warren retracted his gaze contentedly, took out a bottle of dandelion juice from the cabinet, thought about it, and took out another bottle.
It walked beside Hermione, handed one of the bottles to Hermione, squeezed into her arms, and the two of them looked at the test paper together.
"Ha!" it cried.
"What's wrong?" Hermione said, still staring at the test paper, and Warren took out his own wand from his pocket and tapped it in one spot.
"Well, it's really wrong here."
Hermione bowed her head in surprise, watching the smug Warren drinking the juice from a straw. Time passed, Hermione reached out and threw it away, she had already approved it. She rubbed her sore neck and looked up.
"The professor hasn't come back yet?"
Warren pointed to the bedroom door again. Hermione was a little confused, so Warren simply jumped down, trotted to the bedroom door, stood on tiptoe and tried to reach the door handle with his special wand.
"Are you going in?"
Hermione came over. She didn't think the professor was inside. They approved the papers all morning, and no one came out, unless... unless the professor was sleeping in... Thinking of this possibility, her face was a little dull.
Wouldn't she be guessed?
Warren knocked **** the doorknob three times, and the door popped open. Hermione was afraid that she would see a professor lying in bed, wearing pajamas, with tousled hair, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a silver glitter. .
She stared at the bedroom door, a transparent membrane blocking her way. The scene inside was so blurry that it was hard to see, and she stretched out her hand—
"Better not to touch."
A voice said, and Hermione was startled, turning quickly to stare at the blank portrait standing in the corner. Then a figure flashed in, blinking light blue eyes and looking at her with piercing eyes.
"Miss Granger? Can I do you a favor?"
"Uh, okay, Professor—?"
"Call me Felix, I haven't taught you anything. See the bottom right corner of the canvas, the bowl with the bunch of grapes... see? Well, a daredevil stained with his dirty hands. I can't stand it..."
Hermione stared and said in a panic, "Oh, Felix? What should I use—"
"Don't use your sleeves! Use a wand, a very simple spell, I tell you."
After a while, Felix in the frame whistled loudly and put a grape in his mouth, showing a pleasant expression.
"You can't imagine how many strange people you'd meet with a portrait on St Mungo's, with a dagger stuck in his head - God knows how he survived; and a fire-breathing nose, smeared, I guess Excessive dragon blood - I've also seen an old wizard who spit bubbles like a fish, he happened to have bad breath, the bubbles popped in the face of the therapist who received him, the little girl was crying so sad... coming One?" he asked, holding up a grape.
"No, thank you." Hermione felt a sudden discomfort in her stomach.
"Oh, you can't eat it either." The portrait followed her words: "Thanks to meeting you, I hate the smell of disinfectant, my body hates me for nagging and always tells me to shut up, and he also threatens me with Get someone to paint a mouthpiece, is that for people to wear? I've only seen it on horses!"
Hermione scrutinized him secretly, and it was a very novel experience to chat with the chatty and talkative professor.
"Felix? You just reminded me not to touch that thing..."
"Yeah, you don't have permission. If you put your hand on it, smack!" he said, startled. "You'll fall into the trap."
The portrait of Felix pursed her lips towards the cabinet against the wall, and Hermione immediately glanced at the cabinet in fear, fearing that she would also be put in a jar. The Weasley Brothers would probably be hyping it up, but she really didn't have the guts to try.
When she turned around, she found that Warren was sticking his head into the transparent magical barrier, Hermione pointed at Warren in surprise, and the portrait said with a relaxed expression: "Don't worry, this little guy has permission, just let it go, but I Think he should know - look, I'm right," said the portrait.
Hermione saw an indistinct figure approaching, a tall man with short black hair.
One hand picked up the silver film, like opening a curtain, Felix looked at Hermione in surprise, "Miss Granger?" He jumped out nimbly, Hermione vaguely Saw a winding path that glowed.
"Where's... Classroom Seven?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
Felix nodded without explaining much.
He quickly figured out Hermione's purpose. "You want to know the result of that duel?"
"It's kind of weird that I didn't see the follow-up in the papers, isn't it? I mean, Voldemort's downfall must have been a big deal, and everyone was looking forward to reading about the victory, but nothing..."
"The news is always late, Miss Granger." Felix shook his head. "The Ministry of Magic is responsible for this. At least Ms. Burns hasn't revealed the idea. She is planning to send the remaining Death Eaters. , the dark wizards are all over the place."
"Oh," Hermione realized, thinking for a while, before saying slowly, "and the prophecy about Harry—"
"Harry asked you to ask?" Felix looked at her calmly.
"No, it's me—" Hermione opened her mouth.
"Sirius knows this prophecy, it's better for Harry to ask him himself." Felix said, he shrugged, "The prophecy is not complicated, and the direction is very clear. I think the reason why Sirius didn't say it was because he didn't want to. Too much pressure on Harry - the prophecy doesn't necessarily come true, but it means a lot of pressure for the person involved."
Hermione bit her lip and nodded slightly.
Then her expression became very tangled, and she said hesitantly, "There's one more thing...Harry's mood is very low, he, he told us, um..." She seemed to ponder the words, "You know that Professor Napp used to be a Death Eater, as the story goes, you'll find your way back..."
"...Harry got it."
Felix raised his eyebrows: "Miss Granger, be more specific."
"That's it," Hermione said. "Harry's scar suddenly hurts during the last Magical History exam, which means he has received another message from You-Know-Who, and then we..." She told what happened that day. He said in a succinct manner, "Harry seemed very wrong after that. Ron and I questioned him for two days before he told us... Voldemort hunted down the Harry family because of a prophecy, and he revealed this prophecy to him. It's Snape."
Felix listened with a serious expression and nodded, "Anything else? That's all?"
"That's all," said Hermione, wondering if that wasn't enough? When Harry told her, she could fully understand the complicated feelings in Harry's heart. Felix touched his chin. At least Harry's recent mood changes were the reason.
"As a bystander, no matter what we say, it doesn't seem painful or itchy, and it's hard to understand the mood of the person involved. So let them do their own thing. What you can do as a friend is not to touch this painful memory. Of course, appropriate Guidance is still necessary, Miss Granger, you may need good news at this time, I peeked at the fifth and seventh grade papers before the examiner from the Wizarding Examination Authority left."
"If you want to know your Ancient Rune.l grades—"
Hermione nodded quickly, and Felix smiled, "Of course, excellent, all three of you."
In a blink of an eye, it was time for the Hogwarts students to leave school.
Standing on the balcony of the office, Felix watched the students lugging large and small bags out of the castle enthusiastically, preparing to spend a pleasant vacation. "Time flies so fast, I have two months to study, emotions, soul, memory, what is the wonderful connection between them?"
At the gate of the school's cast iron gate, Harry's eyes passed over the wild boars with wings at the top of the stone pillars on both sides of the gate, followed the stone steps all the way up, staring at the towering castle standing high, as if to engrave it in his heart.
Hermione's words were of little consolation, because that wasn't the point at all.
Harry thought of the legend of the three brothers, an invisibility cloak that could hide from death... The thing was lying quietly in the suitcase now, but could it show its power to help him this time?
Probably not, he thought.
Because he is like the third child in fairy tales, ready to take off his invisibility cloak to meet death.
But he had some extra time anyway, even though Harry hadn't figured out how to use it yet... yeah, Harry thought, he should really think about it. He walked to the carriage to welcome his holiday.
...
Meanwhile, Diagon Alley—
A thin old man staggered into the sword castle~www.novelhall.com~ He seemed to lack exercise, and he would stop for a while after walking a few steps.
"This old gentleman, is there anything I can do to help you?" asked the young witch with several freckles on her face.
"I heard that you guys seem to be able to solve the Squib's casting problem? I happen to have this problem." The old man said hoarsely, but his blue eyes were particularly bright.
"Of course!" the young witch said enthusiastically, "please come here to register, you are very lucky, this technology is very mature, and it will be announced on a certain date, and the fee will be charged at that time. If it is popular, you may have to queue up. !"
"I'm not too worried about the cost," the old man grinned, his teeth almost lost, "but I'm really in a hurry... I'm going to apply for a position. If I don't have any skills, I'll be very embarrassed."
The young witch looked at the old man secretly, not expecting him to go out to work at such a young age, and he was still a squib. Thinking of this, she gave the old man a sympathetic look and helped him in.
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Update: Felix had a very fulfilling few days."Anything else, Harry?""No..."Felix groped his chin and looked at Harry's back, always feeling that his mood was not right."Do you think that overusing the Patronus Charm will affect your mood?" he asked Peeves, who had just poked his head out of the wall to watch the fun, and Peeves was trying to retract his body. Hearing Felix's question, he stopped awkwardly and replied, "I don't know, sir.""I thought you knew a little bit," Felix shrugged. "When I was grading the final exam paper, I saw some students carefully analyzing the similarities and differences between you and the Patronus. Professor Flitwick smiled happily.Peeves was startled and nearly fell out of mid-air, circling the air with his feet in his arms."I don't have anything in common with the Patronus, sir! Totally differentthose nasty little bastards! They must be trying to frame Lord Peeves" Back, it seems to be looking for someone to trouble. Felix didn't know if his indignation was faked."Forget it, we still have a lot to do, Warren."Felix walked into the house as he spoke, closed the door, and Niu Niu was lying on the sofa reading a comic book, with a fiery red bird on his head.This thing is an alchemical item that Felix uses as an early warning. It is more flexible than the Howling Spell and can be triggered according to certain conditions-he was notified when Crabbe and Goyle tried to break into his office, But the bird burned itself to a pool of black chocolate-like ashes after completing the warning.Felix made another one.Warren unexpectedly liked it, thinking Birdie was a bit like Fox. To this end, a bird cage was added to the office, and the fiery red alchemy bird pretended to be a bird."Want to come with me? Warren?" Felix asked neatly."Hey~""Okay, remember to take the bird and the snake for a walk, you've gained weight again... There are snacks in the cupboard, remember to call me when there are guests, do you know the trick? Knock on the doorknob three times with your wand..." Felix After hesitating to say, Warren waved his hand, indicating that he knew.So Felix pushed open the bedroom door, passed through a shimmering membrane, and came to the depths of classroom number seven.He was standing at the beginning of a fork in the road. It looked like a complete path was split in two, and then the second half was moved here. Felix turned his head and seemed to be able to see on the sofa. Warren, who was teasing the bird, closed the door, leaving a shadow of the door in place, and then walked forward.The road was not long, and all kinds of defensive magic and vigilance magic were arranged along the way. When he came to the end of the road, there was a fog in front of him. Felix stretched out his hand and groped up and down in the air, as if there was really something in there, and thenhe pulled hard and pulled out a lock from the air.Felix took out a brilliant key from his pocket, stuffed it into the lock cylinder, unscrewed it, and the fog dissipated, revealing a small two-story building.Inside is a modern office with white, integrated walls, smooth floors, and no obvious lighting around, but the room is full of light. In the center of the office, three or four feet above the ground, floated a huge ouroboros, connected head to tail. It is spinning slowly."Let me think about today's work, the first step is"Felix shook the emerald ring, and a piece of parchment appeared out of nowhere, with categories roughly divided, with large blanks indicating that more would be added."First a cup of good quality ghost coffee."A cup appeared in the air."Very good," Felix took a sip. "Next - an emotional test." He raised his head and tapped his index finger on the scales of the Ouroboros, and the dark green opaque scales immediately turned transparent. Silvery white, revealing what's inside.Voldemort's body floated in the air, limbs and head hanging limply. There was a dark green snake tail that shone through his chest, and it looked as if it had been penetrated. In addition to the snake tail on his chest, there were more than a dozen tiny magic pipes connected to him, connecting him to the body. The magic power is blocked in layers.If outsiders break in, they will definitely think that there is an evil dark wizard entrenched here.Felix's eyes flashed strangely, and he seemed to be talking to himself, murmuring, "I don't know if you ever thought about your day, Tom, but I'm sure you can understand, don't you? It's the perfect interpretation of your philosophy""Magic is power."Felix stretched out his hand, and a wisp of blue smoke emerged from the corner of the very modern room. The blue smoke gathered on his hand, which looked like a blue glass ball. Felix held it, and his fingers passed through it. The silver transparent Ouroboros, flicked lightly, and the cyan ball melted into Voldemort's body."Some people are addicted to their beautiful dreams and don't want to wake up, and some people are devastated because of huge failures and hide from people. Which one would you be?"Just then, there was a knock on the door."Professor Heppe?" Hermione's voice said, and the door opened. "Oh, Professor, I wanted to ask if I need to mark the papers"Hermione blinked, and she looked down to see a furry Sniff yawning."Warren?"Hermione crouched down a little embarrassedly and asked Warren, "Is the professor there?""Ha!"Sniff pointed to the room.Hermione followed, and the office was empty. She was a little disappointed, "Can I wait for the professor here?" After getting a positive answer, she walked over, sat on the sofa, and looked around.She hasn't been here for a while, but the office hasn't changed much. She saw that the green plants she gave were placed on the small square table, and they were growing very well. Thought it was glass, but it doesn't seem to be, there is more than one reflective spot.Hermione stood up and walked to the cabinet. She covered her mouth in surprise. Behind the glass door were a dozen jars, each filled with a cloud of silver mist, like a work of art. If you look closely, you will also find that the fog will occasionally condense into a stag...Is it Harry's Patronus?She watched for a while, then sat back on the sofa and looked along the green plant, where there were stacks of test papers that had been partially corrected.Hermione felt a little itchy, she sat on the other side and opened the test paper.It's the fourth grade ancient rune final exam paper, of course she didn't come to change the paper, it's just an excuse, she has other things, butIdle is idle, maybe she can do me a favor, so I can get a valuable conversation when the professor comes back?Hermione picked up the test paper and began to grade it seriously. The knowledge on the test papers was very simple to her, and she deliberately left a few highly subjective questions for Professor Haipu to read other parts. She couldn't help frowning after watching it for a long time, "How can something go wrong here? It must be sloppy... There's another... and another, God, who is this person, I want to see his name..."Warren finished flipping through the comics, slipped off the sofa and ran to the birdcage to take a look. It stuffed the greedy snake inside to save the little snake from running around. After they looked at each other across the cage for a while, Warren retracted his gaze contentedly, took out a bottle of dandelion juice from the cabinet, thought about it, and took out another bottle.It walked beside Hermione, handed one of the bottles to Hermione, squeezed into her arms, and the two of them looked at the test paper together."Ha!" it cried."What's wrong?" Hermione said, still staring at the test paper, and Warren took out his own wand from his pocket and tapped it in one spot."Well, it's really wrong here."Hermione bowed her head in surprise, watching the smug Warren drinking the juice from a straw. Time passed, Hermione reached out and threw it away, she had already approved it. She rubbed her sore neck and looked up."The professor hasn't come back yet?"Warren pointed to the bedroom door again. Hermione was a little confused, so Warren simply jumped down, trotted to the bedroom door, stood on tiptoe and tried to reach the door handle with his special wand."Are you going in?"Hermione came over. She didn't think the professor was inside. They approved the papers all morning, and no one came out, unless... unless the professor was sleeping in... Thinking of this possibility, her face was a little dull.Wouldn't she be guessed?Warren knocked **** the doorknob three times, and the door popped open. Hermione was afraid that she would see a professor lying in bed, wearing pajamas, with tousled hair, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a silver glitter. .She stared at the bedroom door, a transparent membrane blocking her way. The scene inside was so blurry that it was hard to see, and she stretched out her hand"Better not to touch."A voice said, and Hermione was startled, turning quickly to stare at the blank portrait standing in the corner. Then a figure flashed in, blinking light blue eyes and looking at her with piercing eyes."Miss Granger? Can I do you a favor?""Uh, okay, Professor?""Call me Felix, I haven't taught you anything. See the bottom right corner of the canvas, the bowl with the bunch of grapes... see? Well, a daredevil stained with his dirty hands. I can't stand it..."Hermione stared and said in a panic, "Oh, Felix? What should I use""Don't use your sleeves! Use a wand, a very simple spell, I tell you."After a while, Felix in the frame whistled loudly and put a grape in his mouth, showing a pleasant expression."You can't imagine how many strange people you'd meet with a portrait on St Mungo's, with a dagger stuck in his head - God knows how he survived; and a fire-breathing nose, smeared, I guess Excessive dragon blood - I've also seen an old wizard who spit bubbles like a fish, he happened to have bad breath, the bubbles popped in the face of the therapist who received him, the little girl was crying so sad... coming One?" he asked, holding up a grape."No, thank you." Hermione felt a sudden discomfort in her stomach."Oh, you can't eat it either." The portrait followed her words: "Thanks to meeting you, I hate the smell of disinfectant, my body hates me for nagging and always tells me to shut up, and he also threatens me with Get someone to paint a mouthpiece, is that for people to wear? I've only seen it on horses!"Hermione scrutinized him secretly, and it was a very novel experience to chat with the chatty and talkative professor."Felix? You just reminded me not to touch that thing...""Yeah, you don't have permission. If you put your hand on it, smack!" he said, startled. "You'll fall into the trap."The portrait of Felix pursed her lips towards the cabinet against the wall, and Hermione immediately glanced at the cabinet in fear, fearing that she would also be put in a jar. The Weasley Brothers would probably be hyping it up, but she really didn't have the guts to try.When she turned around, she found that Warren was sticking his head into the transparent magical barrier, Hermione pointed at Warren in surprise, and the portrait said with a relaxed expression: "Don't worry, this little guy has permission, just let it go, but I Think he should know - look, I'm right," said the portrait.Hermione saw an indistinct figure approaching, a tall man with short black hair.One hand picked up the silver film, like opening a curtain, Felix looked at Hermione in surprise, "Miss Granger?" He jumped out nimbly, Hermione vaguely Saw a winding path that glowed."Where's... Classroom Seven?" Hermione asked hesitantly.Felix nodded without explaining much.He quickly figured out Hermione's purpose. "You want to know the result of that duel?""It's kind of weird that I didn't see the follow-up in the papers, isn't it? I mean, Voldemort's downfall must have been a big deal, and everyone was looking forward to reading about the victory, but nothing...""The news is always late, Miss Granger." Felix shook his head. "The Ministry of Magic is responsible for this. At least Ms. Burns hasn't revealed the idea. She is planning to send the remaining Death Eaters. , the dark wizards are all over the place.""Oh," Hermione realized, thinking for a while, before saying slowly, "and the prophecy about Harry""Harry asked you to ask?" Felix looked at her calmly."No, it's me" Hermione opened her mouth."Sirius knows this prophecy, it's better for Harry to ask him himself." Felix said, he shrugged, "The prophecy is not complicated, and the direction is very clear. I think the reason why Sirius didn't say it was because he didn't want to. Too much pressure on Harry - the prophecy doesn't necessarily come true, but it means a lot of pressure for the person involved."Hermione bit her lip and nodded slightly.Then her expression became very tangled, and she said hesitantly, "There's one more thing...Harry's mood is very low, he, he told us, um..." She seemed to ponder the words, "You know that Professor Napp used to be a Death Eater, as the story goes, you'll find your way back...""...Harry got it."Felix raised his eyebrows: "Miss Granger, be more specific.""That's it," Hermione said. "Harry's scar suddenly hurts during the last Magical History exam, which means he has received another message from You-Know-Who, and then we..." She told what happened that day. He said in a succinct manner, "Harry seemed very wrong after that. Ron and I questioned him for two days before he told us... Voldemort hunted down the Harry family because of a prophecy, and he revealed this prophecy to him. It's Snape."Felix listened with a serious expression and nodded, "Anything else? That's all?""That's all," said Hermione, wondering if that wasn't enough? When Harry told her, she could fully understand the complicated feelings in Harry's heart. Felix touched his chin. At least Harry's recent mood changes were the reason."As a bystander, no matter what we say, it doesn't seem painful or itchy, and it's hard to understand the mood of the person involved. So let them do their own thing. What you can do as a friend is not to touch this painful memory. Of course, appropriate Guidance is still necessary, Miss Granger, you may need good news at this time, I peeked at the fifth and seventh grade papers before the examiner from the Wizarding Examination Authority left.""If you want to know your Ancient Rune.l grades"Hermione nodded quickly, and Felix smiled, "Of course, excellent, all three of you."In a blink of an eye, it was time for the Hogwarts students to leave school.Standing on the balcony of the office, Felix watched the students lugging large and small bags out of the castle enthusiastically, preparing to spend a pleasant vacation. "Time flies so fast, I have two months to study, emotions, soul, memory, what is the wonderful connection between them?"At the gate of the school's cast iron gate, Harry's eyes passed over the wild boars with wings at the top of the stone pillars on both sides of the gate, followed the stone steps all the way up, staring at the towering castle standing high, as if to engrave it in his heart.Hermione's words were of little consolation, because that wasn't the point at all.Harry thought of the legend of the three brothers, an invisibility cloak that could hide from death... The thing was lying quietly in the suitcase now, but could it show its power to help him this time?Probably not, he thought.Because he is like the third child in fairy tales, ready to take off his invisibility cloak to meet death.But he had some extra time anyway, even though Harry hadn't figured out how to use it yet... yeah, Harry thought, he should really think about it. He walked to the carriage to welcome his holiday....Meanwhile, Diagon AlleyA thin old man staggered into the sword castle~www.novelhall.com~ He seemed to lack exercise, and he would stop for a while after walking a few steps."This old gentleman, is there anything I can do to help you?" asked the young witch with several freckles on her face."I heard that you guys seem to be able to solve the Squib's casting problem? I happen to have this problem." The old man said hoarsely, but his blue eyes were particularly bright."Of course!" the young witch said enthusiastically, "please come here to register, you are very lucky, this technology is very mature, and it will be announced on a certain date, and the fee will be charged at that time. If it is popular, you may have to queue up. !""I'm not too worried about the cost," the old man grinned, his teeth almost lost, "but I'm really in a hurry... I'm going to apply for a position. If I don't have any skills, I'll be very embarrassed."The young witch looked at the old man secretly, not expecting him to go out to work at such a young age, and he was still a squib. Thinking of this, she gave the old man a sympathetic look and helped him in.7017k
