A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Chesterton Avery, panting, turned a deaf ear to the voices inside and outside the castle, and the world in his eyes was only a tiny bit bigger. He was hiding in the broom room under the spiral staircase on the first floor, spying on the outside through the keyhole.

This is where Filch used to store buckets, mops, brooms and various cleaning tools, but Filch hasn't been here for a while. Avery fell in love with this place at a glance. The location of this broom room has many advantages: it is concealed enough to be inconspicuous; it is also close to the entrance hall - which means it is easy to escape; and he can also observe other floors through the keyhole. people.

Avery considers himself far higher than Umbridge because he is a pure 'Avery', while Umbridge is just a 'relative' of the Selwyn family, and his cousin took the matter Tell him a joke.

Just like this time, the Dark Lord gave him a 'weapon' for the sake of the Avery family. Therefore, his task was much easier.

He heard a high-pitched, loud chirping, followed by Umbridge's scream echoing down the empty hallway, and she yelled, "Avery! I've got it! Come out, come save me! "

Avery wanted to kill her. This woman is hopelessly stupid...

He pounced quickly on the brooms stacked against the wall, picked out two of them—the broomsticks he had hidden, and then—he opened the door angrily, ran in the direction of the sound, and immediately Was taken aback: behind Umbridge followed a beautiful phoenix, it was in hot pursuit, spit out rounds of flames.

"There are many obstacles!"

Avery raised his wand over Umbridge's shoulder and shouted. A red light hit Fox, but it slid away. Although it didn't work, it also slowed down Fox, and it raised its wings and hung in the air.

Umbridge rushed over with her short legs. She had returned to her original appearance, and the compound decoction had failed, which meant that her plan to use Mafalda as a scapegoat was a complete failure.

"You got it?" Avery asked eagerly.

"got it."

"Both are in the principal's office?"

"It's all there! I didn't expect Snape to be—" Umbridge said as she ran, her voice so hoarse, she passed Avery without stopping, but snatched it from his arms. A flying broom. Then leave him alone.

Avery almost got his nose out of breath, and he cursed Fox a few more times, then turned and ran. When he caught up with Umbridge, he whispered, "Give me your stuff, you've been exposed!"

"No!" Umbridge shouted. They ran to the foyer, where a lot of people gathered - some students who had returned to the castle to rest after cleaning up the Inferi, some little wizards who had sneaked out to watch the fun, and a few Ministry of Magic staff, who were standing in the oak wood door of the gate.

"That's amazing," said Wicky Techcross, looking out into the distance. Then he heard hurried footsteps, and looking back he saw Avery and Umbridge running hard towards them, followed by a very beautiful bird.

"Where have you been?" He immediately stood up angrily, and his long-cherished dissatisfaction suddenly erupted. "You two lazy cowards, the face of the Ministry of Magic has been taken by you—"

"Go away!"

Avery waved his wand, and the spell hit Tycross in the chest, leaning against the wall, fainting without a word.

There was a scream of exclamation in the hallway, someone shouted at him, and someone looked blank, obviously not sure what was going on. But there were a few quicker ones—both from the Ministry of Magic and students who were resting from previous combat—raised their wands vigilantly.

This is the time, thought Avery!

He took out a small wooden box from his chest and threw it high. The box paused for a moment under the gaze of everyone, and then the lid popped open, and a man in a black robe appeared.

He was tall and thin, without a trace of hair, and his extremely oppressive red eyes slowly glanced at everyone. Everyone was stunned, backing away uncontrollably, pushing and screaming.

Incredible as it may be, that's Voldemort.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Umbridge and Avery slipped out of the hall, as relaxed as they were on a walk.

Voldemort gave a high-pitched, grim laugh as he raised his wand, the tip of which glowed green.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a shape-shifting Boggart!" exclaimed Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom, who had been waiting for this moment, when Frank raised his wand and shouted: "Funny !"

'Voldemort' just waved his hand lazily, the spell didn't work at all.

Frank was shocked, when Voldemort stretched out his wand and pointed at him, the overwhelming sense of oppression made it impossible to distinguish reality, and a whisper-like voice appeared in his ear, "Voldemort transformed this Boggart, Its state is fixed in its own image, and it may have some condiments, but it is still Boggart in essence, just looking to bluff..."

Green light hits. The scoring hourglass with the red gemstone in the corner suddenly jumped up and blocked in front of Frank Longbottom. The green light hit it, shattering the hourglass, and the ruby ​​scattered all over the ground. Alice Longbottom held up her wand, her face tensed.

Frank Longbottom quickly reunited with Alice, went over the situation, and vaguely hinted that Felix was not planning to show up.

"We can deal with it," he said, as the students rushed into the auditorium, and a few bold students looked back as they ran.

Felix watched for a moment, and after realizing that the Longbottoms could handle this mutated Boggart, he rushed into the distance. He is trying to reduce the number of hands-on times as much as possible, so far he has not made public appearances at school, and Remus is also cooperating with him, blurring his time trajectory, only in this way can he appear at the critical moment "just right".

Umbridge and Avery got on their broomsticks and couldn't believe their luck that they actually escaped. The two brooms flew over the stone steps and flew out of the school. The professors and students who were still cleaning up the corpse halfway up the mountain saw them, but they didn't stop them, at most they were secretly contemptuous. They thought they were deserters.

"Give it to me, Umbridge, I'm in charge of the operation." Avery lay on his broom and shouted as he flew.

"Dream!" said Umbridge, flicking her broom handle to get away from him, but Avery kept coming. Umbridge's eyes rolled desperately. She had already thought about it. Once she left the school, she would immediately Apparate and hand the things over to the Dark Lord herself.

No way, Mafalda didn't know who rescued her, and the damn phoenix was chasing too closely, she was completely exposed.

The mysterious man once promised to help her clear the stumbling blocks in the ministry, and helping her to ascend to the position of minister of magic naturally came to nothing. Now she has no choice but to fall to the mysterious man, but how to take refuge is also a knowledge, if she can do it herself Give him what he desires most, and he will undoubtedly become an important figure of the Death Eaters.

In doing so, Avery becomes a hindrance...

Boom! There was a loud noise in the distance, the ground shook, and Harry's body swayed, almost throwing himself on Sirius. Although it was a little vague, he realized what was going on, it was too much movement—

A mountain collapsed.

Harry's eyes widened, as stunned as everyone else, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Umbridge and Avery on broomsticks in the sky.

He didn't even think about it, grabbed the Firebolt on the ground and rushed out.

"Harry?"

Felix, who was chasing after him casually, looked in the direction of Hogsmeade village, smacking his tongue to himself, the fight was really fierce, Voldemort wouldn't be killed by Dumbledore, what did he do? What?

No one can take into account all the details and surprises of the plan.

Dumbledore can't do it, neither can Felix. After repeated deliberation with Dumbledore, he finally came to a conclusion: Voldemort's purpose is very clear, that is, the Horcrux, and everything else is a deception, so the school is the top priority.

At least one of the two of them has to keep an eye on the situation in the school and be ready to support at any time.

But it was up to them to decide which person to choose, but to see where Voldemort appeared, so when Felix found out that only some cannon fodder were besieging Sword Castle, he knew that Dumbledore would not be back in a short time.

Voldemort chose to hold on to Dumbledore, and in fact Dumbledore wanted to hold on to Voldemort, so that Felix could calmly lead things the way they wanted.

It was easy to cut off Voldemort's wings. The most difficult thing was to convince Voldemort that his two Horcruxes were intact and in Dumbledore's hands. And Dumbledore was dying in his eyes...

Once Voldemort accepted this 'setting' and had Horcruxes fishing ahead, his options were extremely limited.

Both Felix and Dumbledore like to take the initiative. They can't always passively wait for opportunities, and spend the next ten or twenty years on how to prevent Voldemort's conspiracy and tricks. At least Felix himself is not quite. willing.

...

"Is that the battlefield between Mysterio and Dumbledore?" Umbridge looked at him in shock, and the speed of the two subconsciously slowed down.

"You should be called Master!" Avery shouted.

Umbridge didn't respond. She heard a muffled, harsh sound. She thought she had heard it wrong. A red light flashed past her hair. She gasped and put her squat body on the broom. up, look back.

It's that Potter!

He was flying towards them on his broom, with a few others behind him, but Potter was the fastest. His movements are extremely dexterous, while controlling the speed of the broom, he shoots a spell after another. In the blink of an eye, Avery was struck by the Stunning Charm and fell off the broom.

Umbridge was horrified, she hurriedly pointed her wand behind her, "Quickly imprisoned! Quickly imprisoned! Quickly — imprisoned!" Then she gritted her teeth and turned the direction of her broom, flying in the direction of Hogsmeade village Go, there was only one thought in her mind: to leave the range of Anti-Apparition and seek refuge beside the mysterious person.

She had already figured out how to report in her mind. As for Dumbledore? Don't worry at all, as long as the mysterious person still wants to get the locket and the crown, he will do his best to protect her.

Another stun spell hit her, and although she missed it, it also woke Umbridge from her sweet dream.

The haunted Potter!

Annoyed, she looked back to see Harry coming very close to her, aiming his wand at her. A silver stag flew out from the tip of the staff, and Umbridge was stunned for a moment. Did Potter lose his head and use the Patronus on her? What do you think?

She's not a Dementor.

Umbridge ignored her and tried her best to speed up the broom. Suddenly, she had a sharp pain in her head, as if she had been hit by something hard. Her eyes were black, and she almost fell off the broom like Avery. When I touched the back of my head, it was full of blood.

"hiss!"

Umbridge is both resentful and shocked. Can the Patronus actually hit someone? She wondered for a while if she had never learned this magic... The silver light appeared from above her side again, she hurriedly moved the broom to the side, and the Patronus' hoof stepped on her hand holding the broom handle, causing her pain screamed and nearly fell off the broom.

After she managed to control her unruly broom, the sound of the Patronus' hoofs on the air echoed behind her, and Umbridge turned her head in desperation. The silver stag was directly above her, her front hooves raised, she knew She's done, even though she's only close to being able to use Apparate.

"boom!"

The Patronus was suddenly scattered, and Umbridge looked back in disbelief - Potter was not far from her, her face full of surprise, her eyes past Potter to look behind him, Snape on his broom, He held up his wand sullenly.

If you just look at the results, you might think it was an oolong, and Snape's spell just accidentally hit Potter's Patronus, which was a disservice.

But Umbridge knew that Snape was a spy, and she was overjoyed and flew the last distance, past the Hogwarts walls.

She smelled freedom and rights. Of course, she didn't care who gave the rights, as long as she could occupy a high position. She stared at the battlefield in the distant village of Hogsmeade, ready to use Apparition.

She hasn't tried Apparating at high speeds, but she's confident. At least at this moment, Umbridge's desire for power and the desire to be around the mysterious man can be completely equated.

"Flying Horcruxes," said a young, calm voice. Umbridge sounded familiar, but she didn't realize for a moment who was talking or what. Horcrux? What is a Horcrux?

Then she felt the pocket light, and she watched the locket and crown in the pocket fly out, draw two almost identical arcs, and land in the hands of the man who suddenly appeared outside the school wall—

It's Felix Hepp!

Umbridge didn't even have time to fear him, but a bizarre idea: the crown and locket are Horcruxes. In the next instant, she disappeared completely, and successfully cast an Apparition to escape.

Felix silently stuffed the locket and crown into his pocket, "Professor Heppe?!" Harry controlled the Firebolt to circle twice in vain where Umbridge had disappeared, and finally landed in front of him.

"Harry." Felix nodded at him. "You did a great job, and you're brave. All are brave."

"It's a pity to let Umbridge run away." Harry looked quite regretful, and then he seemed to think of something, and asked eagerly: "So her target is really a Horcrux? You and Headmaster Dumbledore haven't destroyed it yet. Drop it?" He complained a little: "It's too dangerous, luckily you got there in time, if she's taken away—" He shuddered, unable to imagine what would happen.

A few more brooms fell. As soon as their toes touched the ground, Moody, Tonks, and Sirius surrounded Snape.

"What's wrong?" Felix asked in mock surprise.

Moody, Tonks, and Sirius didn't speak, they just glanced at Snape out of the corner of their eyes, and Snape said coldly: "Maybe it's the reason why my spell missed, instead of hitting the enemy, it hit Potter's patron saint..."

"You dare say you didn't mean it?" Sirius glared at him.

"So that's what happened," Felix said, and the others, surprised by the understatement in his tone, looked at him.

Harry also stared at the professor, he was more complicated than everyone's mental activities, because Snape had prevented him from entering the headmaster's office to find out, and it turned out that Umbridge successfully obtained the Horcrux. If it wasn't for Professor Hepper's sudden appearance - yes, how did he appear so coincidentally?

Harry didn't say a word. Anyway, the Horcrux wasn't lost, he just ran off a Umbridge, which he could accept. He thought of a possibility he had come up with earlier: that Snape was undercover...

Felix explained: "Harry's Patronus is very special, even beyond the general sense of Patronus, Severus doesn't know much about Patronus and may have mistakenly thought that his spell could pass through... It should be a Accident."

Snape stood with an expression on his face and didn't open his mouth to explain.

After a while, Mad-Eye Moody said gruffly: "Let Dumbledore handle it, he's in Hogsmeade now?" He asked Felix.

"There's a lot of movement, isn't it?" Felix, looking out into the distance, reckoned the battle was over - because of Umbridge. He quietly buried a big hole in Umbridge, wondering if it would work...

Hogsmeade Village.

Voldemort and Dumbledore confronted each other, smoke billowing toward them in the distance, there was the battlefield before the two, a mountain collapsed, and the smoke was just the aftermath of the battlefield.

"Is there anything worse?" roared Voldemort. "Looks like I've stabbed you in a sore spot. That's your brother? He's like a wild child with no one to take care of. Look at his dirty laundry!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the power of the spell completely changed the terrain. Every stone, every tree, every blade of grass, and even the air was hostile to Voldemort. Attacks may come from all directions, and Voldemort disappeared in place. appears on the other side.

He raised the serpent's staff - there was a bang, and a squat woman emerged from the air, Voldemort's eyes widening, it was Dolores Umbridge. Why is she here? Regardless of success or failure, she shouldn't be here.

"Mysterious, oh—master, save me!" cried Umbridge, ecstatic as she escaped at last, from Felix Hepp! But what greeted her was a pair of scarlet snake eyes, Umbridge's eyes became blank and empty, and today-especially the last half-hour's experience of the scene emerged like a revolving light:

"You are too careless! Someone is coming, I'll stop it, remember, the password is 'ruins'." Snape shouted in a low voice, Umbridge disguised as Mafalda widened his eyes and froze in the original land. The giant beast standing in the way jumped aside obediently.

"Come on!" Snape growled at her, pushing her up the spiral staircase.

She stumbled and panicked, while Snape straightened his robes and walked in the opposite direction...

Another picture: in the headmaster's office, Umbridge opens a drawer - Voldemort's snake-like nostrils gasp - and inside the drawer are the Horcruxes, lockets, crowns, even And his once yew wand, along with the ruined journal and Gaunt ring...

Then there is the picture of Umbridge being chased by a phoenix, who sings loudly and sprinkles golden flames.

The scene changes, she is riding on a broom, next to Avery, these two idiots can escape, no, with Severus' help, so smart, his undercover work can continue... The situation took a turn for the worse , Avery was shot down, and a sufficiently offbeat Patronus appeared...

It was Harry Potter, the boy who survived, trying to get in his way again.

Then Voldemort heard a voice say, "Flying Horcruxes." The crown and locket flew out of Umbridge's pocket, and he felt the same and stretched out his hand feebly, but it was only a memory, and his heart was so depressed , the Horcrux fell into the hands of Felix Hepp, who else could get it from him? I can't do it myself.

Voldemort realized that he had failed again, and the follow-up plan was completely useless.

He disappeared without warning, and appeared in the distance, ignoring Umbridge's pleading eyes, staring at Dumbledore, and said bitterly: "Give me the crown and locket, I know it is in your hands, Dumbledore! I swear to leave England at once and never come back."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "We all know it's empty talk."

"You know what I can do, you can't protect everyone!" Voldemort shouted frantically, his red eyes were bright and dripping, he almost lost his mind, not only because of the Horcrux, but also missing him; Because of the curse on Dumbledore - it wasn't a curse at all, but a reminder of the two Horcruxes.

Dumbledore stared at Voldemort and said softly, "You wouldn't think such a threat would work, would you?"

"You're the umbrella for Muggles, and if they die because of you—"

"I can tell who the real murderer is, and if anyone dies, it's definitely your fault, Tom. It only strengthens my resolve to get rid of you." Dumbledore interrupted him, staring at After looking at his right hand for a while, he said, "I always think that you are my responsibility. But I may not have enough time. I hope to buy time for the latecomers before that..."

"You want to duel with me, you will never die?" Voldemort rubbed his snake and wooden staff in a surprised tone: "Why should I do as you wish? You are dead!"

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't help you." Dumbledore said happily: "You might as well think about it. I originally left the two Horcruxes to keep precious relics for the school, but I just didn't think about how to separate the impurities. Delay...but, I'm dying, maybe a year or two? But why do I keep them anyway?"

Voldemort's eyes seemed to eat people, he stared at Dumbledore, those blue eyes were as calm as the endless sea, and no one could shake it.

"Just the two of us?" he asked calmly.

"Just the two of us," Dumbledore said quietly.

"Betting with Horcruxes?"

"Betting with Horcruxes."

"Hypocrisy!" said Voldemort with a sneer. "You want to die in pain, and I'd love to give you a ride."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, when Voldemort suddenly raised his wand, his lips twitched, and there was a flash of green light. Dumbledore turned his wand lightly, and a stone turned into a shield before Umbridge.

The Killing Curse is blocked.

The spell was not aimed at Dumbledore from the start, but at Umbridge. She screamed in hindsight, shivering, her face ashen.

"You're still so nosy, Dumbledore," said Voldemort coldly.

"She will be tried by Wizengamore, but not at your hands," said Dumbledore solemnly.

Voldemort sneered twice, and before he left, he still provoked: "Is that Felix Happ the heir you picked? He is more ruthless than you. He wanted to kill her with my hand, but you saved her. He probably won't be happy..." He left abruptly.

"Give you some time to arrange the funeral!"

Dumbledore glanced at Umbridge, who was lying on the ground, and sighed softly.