A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 192 Hair
Hermione was still struggling, and Harry raised his hand tremblingly.

"Very good, Potter, no matter whether you succeed or not, I will give you ten points for your courage." Felix nodded with satisfaction, and he looked at the others: "He needs an assistant who can make him think of some happy things through words. Volunteer?"

Many people from Gryffindor raised their hands.

But Draco also raised his left hand: "Oh, professor, I'm willing to try. Potter, I have something I want to tell you, don't you dare?"

Harry said without fear, "It's you, Malfoy."

The two stood facing each other.

"I dare say I'll make you cry, Potter." Draco sneered, his voice deliberately low.

Harry stared at his platinum-blonde hair and said, "You can try."

Draco squinted his light eyes: "You should have heard of Sirius Black, right?"

"So what?"

"Hehe, Potter, if I were you, I would definitely take revenge regardless of anything..."

Harry's heart tightened, he knew it!He knew that Sirius Black was my dad's best friend!But why did he use the word 'revenge'?He suddenly thought of something, and his whole stomach turned.

But he said 'calmly': "What do you want to say?"

"Oh, Potter!" Draco grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice, "How did your parents die, you still don't know? It's so pathetic, surrounded by lies."

"I know," Harry said suddenly.

"what?"

"I know everything. Black is a Death Eater. He took refuge in Voldemort. He made a wise choice... just like your father did back then." Harry suppressed the terrible thoughts that rose in his heart. His task now is to fight back. A cowardly expression appeared in front of the enemy.

"What did you say?" Draco whispered.

Harry said deadpan, "You know what I mean, the scum family, everyone knows who you are, don't they?"

Draco's pale face turned red with anger, "How dare you! Potter..."

"Why don't you dare?" Harry smiled happily, he was suffocated by the sudden surge of suppressed emotions, he had to find a way to vent, otherwise he would yell desperately.

He leaned in front of Draco, so close that Harry could even see his pouting nose, he whispered in a low voice: "Malfoy, your family is Voldemort's lackeys, more than anyone else. A pure blood family with backbone is inferior. Do you think you are proud? But you are wrong! The shame of the Malfoy name will accompany you for the rest of your life!"

"You, you..." Draco's mind was in chaos, and he retorted loudly: "My family is not the lackey of the mysterious man!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise, they could only hear the two whispering something before.

But at least this sentence, they heard clearly.

"Really? Shout out to Voldemort." Harry also turned up the volume so that everyone could hear what he said.

The whole class became silent, deathly silent.

Felix flicked his wand to separate them slightly. "Okay, the test is over. Potter, Malfoy, go back to your seat."

The others looked at the golden looking glass above the table, which was shining brightly.

Amidst Ron's excited voice of "Nice job, Harry!", Harry sat down again, and now he was in the mood to think about the thought that had just passed him by.

Revenge, revenge, what is revenge?

Unless Sirius Black did something wrong to him first.

The news he got from Hermione before was that Black and his father were good friends when they were in school, and they violated many school rules together.He, Hermione, and Ron speculated that the relationship between the two had completely broken with Black joining the Death Eaters and became enemies.

And Black escaped from prison to hunt him down, also to restore his master Voldemort's strength, just like Professor Quirrell in the first grade, there is no personal grievance in it.

But Harry found he was wrong, dead wrong.

From Mr. Weasley's attitude to the 'revenge' mentioned by Malfoy, he suddenly had an incredible idea.

Harry left the get out of class in a daze, and even when Professor Haip asked everyone to come forward to choose their favorite magic puppet, he just took one at random.

Hermione happily hugged an ice-blue haired puppet, and she saw the expression on Harry's face, "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

"Nothing." He stumbled away, and Ron shouted, "Where are you going? We should go to the auditorium for dinner." But he didn't pay attention at all, carrying his schoolbag in one hand and the black-haired puppet in the other, and went straight back dormitory.

The dormitory was empty, so he opened the box under the bed and pushed aside the top pile of clothes until he came across a leather-bound magic photo album - which Hagrid had given him two years ago Will look through.

Harry turned eagerly, page one, page two, and then his breath caught.

His eyes stopped on the photo of his parents on their wedding day, his father smiled and waved to him, his mother was beaming with happiness, and their arms were held together.

And next to his father, a handsome, grinning man with dark hair, his face not sunken by prison, his hair not tangled, but Harry recognized the man instantly—

Sirius Black!
Harry felt dizzy, his heart pounding.The churning in his stomach was stronger than the feeling after being specially trained by Professor Haipu, but he suddenly had a strong emotion.

Thoughts of revenge continued to eat away at his heart, he grabbed the wand in his hand and held it tightly.

'Maybe I should get out of Hogwarts, find that man, and... kill him! '

But the thought was interrupted, "Harry!" Ron and Hermione walked into the dormitory, looking at him worriedly.

Harry's tense heart became relaxed, and he let out a deep breath.

……

Later in the day, Felix was going to see Hagrid. During his adventures in the Forbidden Forest last year, he had seen quite a few amazing magical creatures that he might recommend to Hagrid.

Like a baby unicorn, or a goofy-looking flower fairy.

But a phoenix with gorgeous feathers appeared in front of him, and he looked at it in surprise: "Fox? Is Dumbledore looking for me?"

The phoenix nodded, it landed on Felix's shoulder, and after a whirl, he appeared in the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat behind the long-legged table, dressed very formally, as if he was about to go out, or had just returned from it.His expression was serious, and he didn't smile until he saw Felix.

"Felix, forgive me for calling you here so late."

"What's the matter, Dumbledore?"

"I heard about the seven looking glasses you introduced in class... One of them can be targeted to find specific people?"

"Yes, but that person's hair, or body tissue or something." Felix replied, he was also thinking about Dumbledore's intentions.

"It just meets your requirements." Dumbledore lifted a piece of red cloth, and a few black hairs lay quietly on it.

"This is..." Felix already had a guess.

"Sirius Black's hair." Dumbledore lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)