A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The wind was blowing from all directions, and the swifts were like black ghosts, flying among the mountains and mountains, their wings passing over the spires of the towering trees. The conversation with Dumbledore last night came to Felix's mind one by one——

"I got information that Voldemort was going to arrest Amelia when she returned from Azkaban with the port key."

"What are you going to do, reverse the trap?"

After a long silence, Dumbledore shook his head in the dark, "Not this time, we are not sure enough to act as if we knew about it in advance."

Felix understood that this was the protection of spies, and the person who passed on the information was most likely Severus Snape.

"then you--"

"I won't be involved in this operation... it involves a plan," Dumbledore said softly, the silver moonlight shining on his glasses, making it impossible to see his expression. "Although I'm not sure if it will be used, I can't show my face easily before making a decision, especially not to be seen by Voldemort."

...

The Port of Felixstowe is the UK's largest and busiest container port, located in East Anglia on the southeast coast. On a small deserted beach near the port, two figures emerged from the twisted air.

Sirius and Ms. Burns stood together, clutching a battered copy of the Daily Prophet.

"I hate port keys, can't we just use the ship like we did when we went?" Sirius rubbed his head. He just hit Amelia's knee with his head. Such an accident.

"The ones left need the boat more than we do," Ms. Burns stuffed the newspaper into her pocket. "Since we're back early, we'll just have to make do with it."

Sirius muttered softly.

Burns smiled. "Congratulations, then, Professor Black."

Sirius looked at her smugly, then his expression changed. "Someone has been wandering around." He drew his wand and looked around astutely. Ms. Burns drew her wand at the same time, the tip of the wand flickered, and the small half of the sand on the beach began to start. trembling.

"Are you sure?" Ms. Burns asked with a serious expression. "Maybe it's just a passing Muggle."

"I'm not sure," said Sirius, "I just thought—be careful!" He swung his wand, and a blaze of fire exploded from mid-air in a deafening voice, and Sirius staggered back, but he didn't care, his eyes were dead Staring in one direction, he gasped, "Voldemort!"

Voldemort stepped on the beach and appeared at some point, and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Amelia Burns," Voldemort saluted slightly, holding a wand in his pale fingers, "I would like to invite you to the castle."

"What if I refuse?" Ms. Burns said quietly.

"As one of the Twenty-Eight Purebloods, I'm sure you won't be so stubborn, but if you insist—"

"You killed my brother," Ms. Burns said through gritted teeth, her wand stabbing like a sword, and the sand on the ground swelled into a sandstorm. "Go!" she said to Sirius, who immediately put his hand on her, ready to Apparate.

The sandstorm that filled the sky suddenly rolled back, forming a heavy wall out of thin air, hitting the two of them head to head, and Sirius and Borns were thrown far away, unable to get up for a long time.

Voldemort walked towards Ms. Burns calmly. "I can only dig out useful information from your brain. There may be some omissions. That's not what I want to see."

Sirius lay on the ground, feeling like he had broken more than one rib, a red light from his wand, and Voldemort blocked the spell and stopped. He seemed to have just discovered Sirius, his red eyes flashing fiercely, and he stared at it for two seconds—

"Arvada gnaws at the tile."

"Walls of concrete!" shouted Ms. Burns, and a wide wall rose from the sand to block the Death-Catching Curse.

The two meet again.

"Transfiguration," said Voldemort with disgust.

"You look for a chance to escape. You are more important than me." Sirius gritted his teeth and said, the corners of his mouth began to bleed, and his ribs hurt like a heart-piercing pain. He forced himself to chant a spell.

"His target is me, I can't escape." Burns shouted, waving his wand, the rocks on the coast seemed to suddenly come alive, and rushed towards Voldemort. "It's better to think of other ways--"

Voldemort showed a cruel smile. Like a cat and a mouse, he flicked the spells one by one, and blew rocks apart in a lighthearted manner. The aftermath of the spell left scars on both of them. If it weren't for the purpose of capturing Amelia alive and digging out the secrets of the prophecy, his mind would be easier.

At this moment, Sirius suddenly grabbed Borns' hand, desperately forcibly performing Apparition, Voldemort's wrist swung violently, his wand whistled, and a bloody wound opened from Sirius's chest, but the two had already disappeared in place.

Voldemort approached unhurriedly, staring at the place where the two disappeared, and the next second, he appeared directly in a wilderness not far from here.

Sirius and Burns struggled to keep themselves from falling.

"Why do you always want to use Apparition? For clever wizards, such as me, you can follow the traces you left, not to mention I interfered with your landing." Voldemort explained generously, looking forward to helping each other The two fell into despair.

But what answered him was a prepared powerful spell.

Sirius condensed a dozen rusted iron arrows in the air. The iron arrows let out a shrill cry and flew towards Voldemort. Borns waved his wand in sync, and an open space around her and Sirius suddenly sank, "With Portkey, he can't stop—" She took the newspaper out of her pocket, "Mentos!"

A blue light flashed across the surface of the newspaper, then returned to normal.

"Hold on, it's just three seconds—" She looked at Sirius, blood pouring out of his chest, "Three, two—"

Sirius stared at the mid-air, his eyes suddenly widened, Voldemort suddenly suspended in mid-air at some point, a green light curtain fell, Sirius grabbed Bones's hand and broke free, the red spell greeted him, he gritted his teeth , and hold on for a few seconds anyway.

Borns reached out to grab him, but twisted and disappeared the moment he touched it.

It's over... Sirius thought, he couldn't stop Voldemort's death curse, but at least one escaped. He began to think about what the world would be like after death, and after more than ten seconds, he suddenly realized that he was still conscious.

A huge thing blocked the spell, Sirius blinked, that thing seemed to be a giant golden Galleon?

Sirius was dumbfounded.

On the ground, Felix blamed himself for his mistake. He didn't expect Sirius to forcefully use Apparition, and it succeeded, which was different from the time he released the water. In short, it took a while to catch up, but fortunately, a coin with a scaling spell blocked the death spell. This familiar scene made Voldemort disappear into the air in an instant, facing Felix far away.

"Voldemort, in your words, you're stupid to be here today," Felix said calmly, showing him his new wand. He had to hold back his murderous intentions, because he wasn't sure he would keep Voldemort. It would be unwise to expose the trump card and all the magic associated with it.

Voldemort stared at his wand with an ugly expression.

"Felix Happ," he muttered, the madness in his eyes flashing. He was already resigned, and Lucius's information slowly flowed in his heart - Felix Hepp got a new wand, but he could only use a mediocre wand, and he was about to go crazy with jealousy .

Voldemort swears in his heart that next time we meet, he must get a wand that matches his identity, a wand that allows him to cast spells without hesitation. He stared blankly at Felix and disappeared.

Felix didn't move. If Sirius was on the opposite side, he would definitely catch up without a word, but the consequences of losing the first move in the face of Voldemort could be disastrous.

"He's gone?" said a weak voice.

Felix took a few steps forward and looked at Sirius sitting in the pit, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. Sirius leaned on the edge of the deep pit and said angrily: "If Voldemort is gone, save me quickly, my blood can't stop at all, I... dammit, I'm dying."

Felix smiled, "You still have the strength to curse, it means it's too early to die." He quickly dealt with Sirius' injury. His face was still as pale as a vampire.

During the healing time, dozens of Aurors descended from the sky, and Ms. Burns' face was so gloomy that it was dripping with water, but when she saw Sirius, who was teasing with Felix, her expression was dull.

"you are still alive!?"

"Almost died," Sirius said with difficulty, pursing his lips in Felix's direction.

"I'll take you to St. Mungo's." Ms. Burns pursed her lips and said for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Sirius shook his head, "No, I'm going to Hogwarts, and Professor Black can't be absent from the opening dinner."

"I'll take Sirius to the school hospital first," Felix told a worried Ms. Burns.

...

School Auditorium.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at the long staff table.

"The professor is gone, Sirius is gone, and even Hagrid is gone. What the hell is going on?" said Harry anxiously.

"They may have been delayed," Hermione guessed. "Didn't you say that Professor Hepp had something to leave? He really turned into a Swift?"

"Yeah," said Harry, "but the professor didn't say what to do." He suddenly thought of Sirius. Could it be an emergency over Sirius?

"Don't worry, they'll be fine," Ron reassured him.

The Sorting Ceremony had begun, but Harry didn't pay attention the whole time, just thought the Sorting Hat had been singing for a long time this year. By the time the sorting ceremony was over and the table was filled with food, Harry had to accept the truth.

At this moment, the side door of the auditorium suddenly opened.

Felix and Sirius walked in, Felix and Dumbledore said a few words, Dumbledore nodded lightly, and then the two sat in the empty seat.

Sirius waved at Harry with a bright smile, and there was nothing wrong with his appearance, and Harry immediately responded enthusiastically, almost throwing the fork in his hand on the seat next door.

"Guess what Sirius is saying to the professor?" Hermione looked in the direction of the staff's table and happily picked up the jam on the table.

"I'll ask tomorrow, just want a big meal right now," Harry said happily.

On the teaching desk, Sirius was complaining to Felix: "What did you give me to drink? I don't have any appetite right now..."

"Uh—you can think of it as a tonic, the material is very precious, and it contains dragon blood." Felix replied calmly.