A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Time passed little by little.

The three of Harry looked anxious, and Harry stared at the flames burning in the fireplace, expecting it to suddenly change colour and a wizard emerged from it to tell them what was going on. Or a Patronus to deliver the message... but nothing happened.

The firewood crackled, and the atmosphere in the office became dull and oppressive. Harry thought it was the heat—it was the end of July, and it was almost August, and not many people chose this time to raise their fireplace.

He needs a thermostatic locket... Harry thought wildly, but he was overwhelmed by heavier worries in an instant, and he couldn't control the thoughts that popped into his mind... He handed over his hair and agreed. The plan, if Sirius sacrificed because of this, was entirely his own creation.

At this moment, the flames in the fireplace suddenly burst into flames. It was as tall as a person, and the color became emerald green. A figure appeared in a whirl.

It's Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Harry's heart was pounding, he heard the suppressed screams next to him, but he couldn't tell which of Ron and Hermione was making it. The flames had returned to orange, which meant that there was no Man, Harry's heart twitched.

What about Sirius? What about Ms. Burns? He shouted inwardly.

"How's it going?" Felix jumped up from the sofa, clenching the coins he had been playing with in his fists.

"It's going well," Kingsley said, sweating on his face, his clothes in a mess, and a lot of taupe mud rubbing against him, as if he'd just been through a battle. "Caught two Death Eaters, the escaped McNeil and Rookwood, August Rookwood."

"Where's Voldemort, he didn't show up?" Felix asked, frowning.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione held their breath and looked at Kingsley, who shook his head, looking confused and puzzled, "No one. In fact, only these two Death Eaters, the rest It was a motley crew of rogues—Dementors, a few werewolves and vampires, and some dark wizard from somewhere...Borns thought they were under the Imperius Curse."

"So Voldemort is just a temptation? He is hiding in the dark to observe?" Felix said to himself, not satisfied with the result.

"It should be like this." Kingsley panted, "There are quite a few cannon fodder, and they rushed up and startled us. I also wonder when the Death Eaters were so brave... The casualties all happened at that time. —"

"Causes?" Hermione gasped.

"Oh, no one died," Kingsley explained, "a few were wounded, not life-threatening—I went on, the two Death Eaters were in the back, and they seemed to be After completing the temptation work, hiding far away and firing the spell, Sirius and Burns cooperated to defeat one, and the other... I guess Dumbledore secretly shot."

Felix pretty much sorts out the whole process.

"What about Sirius, where is he now?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"With Burns, I'll come back alone to report, and take some people over to bring the captives back, er, of course—and the therapist." Kingsley said, turning to Felix, "Hay Mr. Poe, this operation barely met expectations, and you can take them away next time, and Mrs. Weasley has been placed in Arthur's office."

Felix nodded silently. Then Kingsley hurried out of the office.

"Come on, I'll take you back," Felix said.

"Is that the end of it?" Harry asked, still feeling a little weird.

"No way, Voldemort won't take the bait," Felix shrugged. "This is war, and you can't expect your opponent to make a fatal mistake at the beginning and then once and for all, although..." He frowned, saying from Lucius Biography Looking back at the news, Voldemort has been a bit low-key recently, and he hasn't appeared a few times at all.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he wants to gather his followers first.

He had sent out all the Death Eaters who had escaped from Azkaban.

"We'll meet Mrs. Weasley first, and then you'll go back to the Order of the Phoenix," Felix said. They walked out of the Minister for Magic's office and took the elevator to the second floor where the Division of Magical Law Enforcement is located. at this level. The four walked out of the elevator and came to a corridor with doors on both sides.

"We need to go through two gates, then turn left, then right, and finally go to the end of the corridor." Ron said to Harry, who was a little lost, "I've been here a few times, the Auror's small partition. The rooms are very unique…”

After entering the first oak gate, they came to an open area. This is where the Aurors concentrated their offices. There were not many people at the moment. The few people who stayed behind gathered together with excited expressions on their faces. worry.

"The action was sudden...not much news..."

"Hopefully good results."

"Didn't Kingsley say a big win?"

"Chesterton, congratulations on your promotion, you should be the youngest director of the Dangerous Animals Committee?"

"I got a little help from the family." A young man said in a long voice reservedly, revealing the family crest on his chest without a trace.

...

"Chesterton Avery!?" Hermione sharply turned back suddenly, her eyes fixed on the flamboyant young man.

Chesterton stood in a small cubicle, looked in her direction, the smile on his face quickly faded, and he said arrogantly: "It's me, and you are—" His eyes were on Harry's three. They moved between, and then saw Felix behind them, and said in a hollow voice: "So the award ceremony is over?"

But Hermione didn't appreciate it, she stared at his face and whispered, "You evil--"

"Hermione," Felix interrupted her.

Chesterton looked pissed off, with an unexplained daze. He was willing to say a few harsh words, but he was afraid of Felix who was standing aside, his eyes switching back and forth between shrinking and vicious. Finally, with a heavy snort, he turned and left without looking back.

Hermione looked at him in disgust.

"How could someone like him get promoted?" Hermione said indignantly, already through the second oak door and down the empty corridor, and Harry and Ron were surprised by her fierce attitude.

They had never heard of Hermione having an affair with this man.

"I remember!" said Harry suddenly. "Avery, remember? In the cemetery, Voldemort was the first Death Eater to torture, because he pretended to be under the Imperius Curse after Voldemort lost his power. I have escaped punishment by doing this..."

Ron also recalled. "It's true, but the voice is different, that Avery is obviously older—"

"Doesn't that mean they're all broken down?" Hermione said sarcastically. "Professor, why doesn't the Ministry of Magic arrest all the Death Eaters who know their names?"

"Calm down, Miss Granger," Felix said. "The Ministry of Magic stands for order, and you can't arrest people for nothing...but there must be private stalking." A momentary escape is nothing, and Lucius can prove it at any time. A large number of people entered Azkaban.

But no one knows what Voldemort will do when he is helpless and has no hope of ruling.

The key to this war has always been Voldemort alone.

"Ms. Burns should really look up those pure-blooded scum..." Hermione murmured, Ron glanced over, and she hurriedly said, "Oh, of course your family doesn't count, you are—"

"—A pure-blood traitor." Ron nodded, entertaining himself.

They found Mrs Weasley in the Muggle Substance Abuse Department on the second floor, who was fairly stable, with Percy by her side. When she saw Harry and the others coming in, she rushed over to hug and kiss them.

"Fortunately you're all right—"

"Mom," Ron struggled hard. "We never went out!"

"Okay, even so..." she said with a smile, "your dad went over to help, I heard no one had an accident, and caught a bunch of bad guys, and the action was neat and successful...Ms. Burns took the lead, we Got a good minister."

Mrs. Weasley was obviously very pleased with the result, and Harry looked at the smiling Professor Hepp, wisely refraining from telling her that the greatest danger to the whole operation, Voldemort, had not appeared.

"Let's wait Arthur for a while and let me take a look at him," said Mrs Weasley embarrassedly, "and then we'll go back and get you a birthday party," she said to Harry. "And you, Percy, must come tonight."

"Mom, I'm busy," muttered Percy. "There's a dozen reports to write—"

"Bring Penello with you - if you forget, be careful." Mrs. Weasley finished her words to herself, leaving Percy helpless.

They took the elevator to the Hall of the Ministry of Magic, and looked afar at the gilded fireplace on one side of the wall.

Ten minutes later—

Felix stared at the fireplace area, the fireplaces rose in unison, and figures came back triumphantly from inside. The splendid hall was suddenly lively, with thunderous applause.

The Aurors appeared with more than twenty black-robed wizards, all of them wearing hoods and dressed as Death Eaters. It's just that the mask on his face was taken away, his robe was dirty, and he was pushed forward staggeringly.

In Felix's eyes, these attackers - most of them were quite abject, a few pale vampires with thick dark circles under their eyes looked listless, as if they hadn't slept for a few days, mixed in with the team. Very different.

And vampires also have an alternative. He looked in good spirits, and kept looking around, without the slightest bit of fear. When his eyes fell in Felix's direction, he grinned happily.

Harry also stared at the crowd, knowing that some of them might be under spells from Death Eaters, but he had no idea how to check him. If Avery managed to evade punishment by falsely claiming that he was under the Imperius Curse, what now?

Harry's scar suddenly hurt for no reason.

Harry's eyes were wide open, his brain was like a boiling cauldron in which the spoon kept stirring. Occlumency can only barely guarantee that he will not pass out. Harry was dizzy for a while, and his perspective changed rapidly, appearing in another person's body, through those eyes, he looked opposite, there was his enemy--

Harry Potter the Undead, Ron Weasley of Pureblood Dishonored, Hermione Granger the Mudblood, and the menacing threat Felix Heppe who amazes him.

"No—" Harry shouted, out of whose mouth he didn't know.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"Harry?"

Breathing heavily, Harry bent down and pointed in one direction: "Voldemort, Voldemort...he's here!" He found his consciousness back in his body, and Sirius and Ms. Burns came running quickly, hearing this sentence The words stopped in shock.

Felix narrowed his eyes, staring in the direction Harry was pointing - there was no Voldemort there, just the restrained attacker.

"He's really here!" Harry was in a hurry, Voldemort stood there calmly, looked at him, his eyes were scarlet, "Don't let him hurt anyone!"

But the others seemed completely invisible to Voldemort.

"He's there! Voldemort!" Harry was terrified, why did everyone not look at Voldemort, but at him?

"Harry, how did you—"

"Is it an illusion?"

"He's there," Harry was still trying to explain, staring straight ahead, "he's in black! Black suit and black tie, head tilted, fingers moving, he draws his wand—you, you— —" The people around him took a step back, watching him cautiously.

"Put your wand down, Harry," said Hermione, shaking.

What is she saying? Harry was puzzled. He stared at his hand suddenly, the wand appeared there at some point, his hand seemed to be out of order, and a force was constantly competing with him.

"Use your Occlumency, Harry."

Felix said in a deep voice, staring at the strange vampire at the same time, the stars twinkling in his eyes, and the magic of the Thinking Cabin was released instantly. Moaning; another—Voldemort sneered contemptuously and raised his wand.

"Awada—"

Felix cut off the magic instantly.

In reality, the pale-faced vampire fell to the ground, without any breath of life.

"He's dead!" said the Auror who was escorting him in horror.

Meanwhile, Harry felt dizzy and woke up again to find himself lying on a sofa. He heard muffled voices.

Harry tried to prop up his ears, only to bump his head against a man's hand.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered.

"Shh." Harry shook his head slightly, and opened his eyes. Judging from the decoration style, this should be the Office of the Minister of Magic, but it was not in the same room.

"Dumbledore, I need to know why, that boy—" It was Ms. Burns' voice, but there seemed to be something beyond him that he couldn't hear clearly.

"He has a name!" cried Sirius angrily.

"Okay--Harry said he saw You-Know-Who and could accurately describe his behavior, we all know it's not real, it's probably an illusion, but, but—" Ms. Burns lowered her voice. .

Harry tried his best to hear only a little, and Hermione quietly handed him a retractable ear, he glanced gratefully at her, then tucked the head into his ear, and the voice became clear.

"—His movements, he's imitating the movements of the mysterious man in his mouth."

Harry's heart felt as if it had fallen to the bottom of an icy lake.

"You mean that You-Know-Who controlled Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"It's not ruled out," Burns said dryly, and Sirius let out a bark that sounded like a dog. "It could also be a curse or something. Everyone knows that Voldemort is very good at this. I need to know your opinion so that I can make appropriate arrangements."

After a moment of silence—

"That scar, Voldemort's unsuccessful spell that connected him to Harry, and when they got closer, they had an effect on each other. And Harry, who was only a fifteen-year-old, clearly fell in Downwind—"

Dumbledore said softly.

"But I can assure you, Amelia. Harry is perfectly safe in the Order of the Phoenix and at Hogwarts, both for others and for himself. And it must be said that Harry is closed-minded. He is still talented in art, and it may be that Felix's tutoring is very effective..."

"Thanks for the compliment, Headmaster Dumbledore," said Felix's voice.

"Well, I trust your judgment." Ms. Burns was persuaded. "Does that kid—Harry, need to send him to St Mungo's?"

"I think Mrs Weasley will take care of him," said Dumbledore briefly.

The footsteps became clear, Harry immediately buried his head in the sofa and pretended to sleep, his mind was a mess, Hermione took the opportunity to pull the telescopic ear off his ear - the next second, Dumbledore, Burns, Little Sirius and Felix came in.

She put her hands behind her unnaturally.

"Let Mrs. Weasley in, she must be in a hurry..." said Dumbledore gently.

"I'm going to tell Mom," said Ron, standing up.

"In addition - regarding the Anti-thief Falls, you must hurry up, Mr. Hepp, can I visit the 'Future World' company with you?" Ms. Burns was still discussing her work.

"No problem." Felix nodded.

Harry fell into a deep sleep again.

...

When Felix and Ms. Burns came out of the 'Future World' company, it was already completely dark, most of the shops had their doors and windows closed, and only the magic lights at the door were still glowing softly, illuminating the rows of wanted posters. be very clear.

"I'm going back to the Ministry from the common fireplace, don't worry," Ms Burns said.

Felix nodded, watched her disappear into the fireplace, turned and walked towards the sword castle. He wanted to study the information on the Anti-thief Waterfall, at least to clear up the difficult points one by one.

At this moment, a young figure rushed out from the darkness - it was a little boy, maybe only seven or eight years old.

the surrounding residents? Felix didn't feel threatened by him, but... he stared at a letter in the boy's hand.

"One, a bald uncle asked me to give it to you," the little boy timidly held up the letter in his hand and said with a crying voice, "He told me to wait here, I want to go home... but I can't get out. ."

Felix's eyes narrowed, and he quickly looked at it from a magical perspective. There was only a faint magic power lingering on the envelope. He took the letter and patted the little boy on the head, "I got it, you should go home soon."

It wasn't until the little boy disappeared that Felix opened the letter, where there was only an Apparition's address, and a provocative evil magic.

"Are you going to duel with me? I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I didn't use a lot of magic last time."

Felix stared at Xin and muttered to himself, he seemed to have received the same treatment as Dumbledore and was privately invited to fight by Voldemort. It seems that Voldemort was extremely impressed by the way he transformed himself into Rune and got rid of the life-threatening curse.

He Apparated directly into Diagon Alley.

The cool breeze is a good time to experiment with magic.

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