A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 184 Grimmauld Place

9 month 1 day.

Felix got up early and returned to London via Diagon Alley.

He is going to make purchases for the new school year.

In addition to updating his film stock library, he also stocked up on the latest books, clothes, but most importantly, he found a map store.

This is a small shop with a sense of time, with a variety of maps on the simple brown shelves.

There are not only local maps of London, but also maps of the British Isles, and they are used for different purposes-aerial maps, tourist maps, traffic maps...

When Felix was about to buy a thick atlas, he casually asked the clerk, "Have you heard of Grimmauld Place?"

The clerk pushed his glasses and raised his head from a coloring book in front of him...

So three and 10 minutes later, he was standing in a run-down neighborhood in Old London.

The houses here are quite old, with peeling walls, revealing large areas of ugly gray. Frankly speaking, he did not expect the old house of the Black family to be hidden here.

He walked around, some houses were still inhabited, but some houses were obviously abandoned - there was a lot of garbage piled up at the door, and the windows were smashed.

On a more barren lawn, his sight fell on a house with the house number on it, No. 11, Grimmauld Place.

He looked both ways, number 10 on the left and number 13 on the right.

"Interesting, even the wizard's line of sight is cut off?"

Felix stood where he was, constantly looking at something.

An old woman walked over slowly with a cloth bag, "Young man, what are you doing here?"

"Visiting a pen pal, ma'am. Given an unclear address, I'm trying to figure it out," Felix prevaricated.

"I've lived here for over 50 years, from birth... maybe I can help, talk to me."

"Uh, Grimmauld Square, the old town in west London, the house number behind it is blurred, I guess it's No. 12." Felix looked at the enthusiastic old woman with some helplessness.

"Number 12? This is impossible, young man, there is no such house." The old woman raised her voice, "You must have misremembered...or your friend played a nasty joke on you."

"I also find it strange." Felix pointed to the house in front of him: "This is number 11, and there is number 13. Speaking of which, there is no number 12..."

The old woman let out a burst of hearty laughter: "...you are not the only one who has this doubt." She blinked, lowered her volume and said, "This is a mistake. I heard from my grandmother, oh, she also heard from others Yes, the house was built by a bunch of idiots back then. The workers finished their work. From the current point of view, it is not bad. But they put up the wrong house number, and the city hall did not find it. The mistake is This is preserved."

"In my impression, some people have given feedback several times over the years, but there is no response. You also know that this place is not taken seriously at all. Maybe it will be demolished in more than ten years, in the name of being unsightly... …Anyway, I will not agree, and I will not let my grandson agree—he is only two years old, but what is the saying? Education should be early, and there are always some traditions that must be maintained.” She tilted her head, humorously said.

The old lady was quite talkative, and from her mouth, Felix also learned some not-so-reliable legends.

For example, "No. 12 Grimmauld Place is real, it's a haunted house." Or, "The workers didn't put up the wrong number, a nobleman bought it, but then the house disappeared... "

Felix was very interested in these legends, and from time to time he gave out a few praises, which made the old woman look at him more satisfied, "There are not many young people like you who know how to respect the elderly, unlike the one next to me, which is late at night. The stereo was still playing, making people uneasy, and I knocked on the door several times to no avail."

Felix handed her a small card, and for a moment the old woman seemed to see a golden light flash across the surface of the card, but it could have been reflected sunlight.

"Ma'am, you can write a note on it and slip it through the door to the family, warning them to pay attention to the feelings of others. Well, it's better to attach a police number."

"Will it work?" The old woman took the card suspiciously, "People on our side are not very polite."

"Try it, it won't get any worse."

After declining her invitation, Felix cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and stood there quietly.

A few people passed by in the block from time to time, but no one paid attention to him.

Near noon, he took out his wand and swiped it continuously, pushing away layers of fog, and he squeezed his whole body into the air.

His figure disappeared.

In a crack, Felix moved forward with difficulty, but was immediately blocked by an air wall, which was a very clever magic barrier.

Immediately he heard a piercing scream, the sound was so unpleasant that Felix shivered uncontrollably, and after a few seconds, he was repelled by a huge force and stood on the grid again On the lawn of Mo Square.

"Anyone in there?"

Felix said in amazement, "Principal Black didn't mention this..." But thinking about it carefully, he thought it might be a house elf.

After hesitating for a moment, Felix chose to leave.He can indeed squeeze in again and break through the barrier with his profound magical attainments, but this time may last for an hour or two, or even several days.

If anyone was inside, whether it was a wizard or a house-elf, he would not be indifferent to his attack.

'At least I know about this place. '

Felix took a deep look, and the figure disappeared.

……

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts Express.

"Did you see, Harry? Malfoy is a coward, and he slipped away when he saw a professor around, which is in line with their family tradition!" Ron said a little meanly, but he couldn't blame him, because Malfoy Foo just laughed at his family.

"Ron," Hermione squealed, pointing at the professor sprawled across the little table. "careful……"

The three of them took a look and saw that the downcast professor was still fast asleep.They continued chatting, but in a much lower voice.

"I'm serious. I'll take his head off if he dares to make fun of my family - Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.

"what?"

"You're so cool, even when Malfoy's around. You just draw your wand and look at Malfoy like he's a caterpillar or something."

"I feel the same way, Harry," said Hermione seriously.

Harry scratched his head: "Maybe it has something to do with my becoming stronger? When Malfoy provoked us, I didn't feel too angry. It was like watching a performance. It's strange..."

He looked at Ron and Hermione, and said in an uncertain tone, "I think maybe it's because I could easily win even if I did. I expected this result in advance."

Ron let out an eerie cry, "That's cool, man!"

"Keep your voice down, Ron—" Hermione reminded him.

But he didn't pay attention at all, and said excitedly: "Tell us about the details of Professor Haipe's special training for you, Harry! I'm so envious!"

Harry repeated helplessly: "To be honest, it was not a pleasant experience. I don't even know how I persisted, but Professor Haip said that the opportunity is rare..."

He started talking, and both Ron and Hermione stared at him intently.

No one noticed, the professor, who was sleeping peacefully beside him, trembled slightly.

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