A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 259 Gradually Clear
"I have a question," interrupted Felix, "why didn't I get the alarm from the looking glass?"

The excited three suddenly shut up, and the air was filled with an unspeakable silence. After a few seconds, Harry said in shame, "I forgot to bring it, Professor, I changed into new clothes."

"It seems that the short-term peaceful life has made you lose your vigilance."

Felix said calmly, he didn't look angry, but Harry was more guilty, his face burning.

Dumbledore looked at the three of Harry: "So, because you forgot to bring the looking glass, you failed to discover Sirius Black in advance, and what happened next, why did you identify him as Animagus? "

Harry looked up, "We came back from Hagrid, because of Buckbeak's case..." He paused, "When we passed near the Whomping Willow, a big black dog jumped out suddenly, he, he attacked Ron, take him like hell."

Felix saw a gleam of doubt in Dumbledore's eyes, which happened to be what he himself was puzzled about.Isn't Black chasing and killing Harry? Why did he give up the opportunity at his fingertips and attack Harry's companions instead?
Let Harry also experience the pain of losing his master?This doesn't make sense either.

"My mind was blank at the time, and I subconsciously used the disarming spell. The spell hit the big black dog and knocked him out. That's when—" Harry said with his eyes widened, "I saw the big black dog His head flickered and turned into Blake's face, I have seen his wanted poster many times, and I will never admit it wrong."

"The big black dog rolled twice on the ground. Hagrid suddenly ran out of the room and yelled in our direction. Black turned and ran away."

Harry didn't say a word. At that time, the big black dog looked at him very strangely. It seemed a little resentful, but also relieved... Was he dazzled? How could he think so?

He continued: "Hagrid carried Ron to the school hospital, and then he left, saying he was going to search the entire Forbidden Forest."

It sounds a little angry... The Forbidden Forest is not just a small piece next to Hogwarts.The Forbidden Forest can accommodate acromanders, centaurs, unicorns, trolls, and werewolves at the same time, and it definitely cannot be described as small.

In fact, Hagrid's emotions were much more exaggerated than what Harry had said, and the way he was furious seemed to tear Black apart.

Dumbledore said softly: "I see." He closed his eyes and sat quietly aside, Flitwick couldn't help asking: "Felix, can your looking glass detect the form of an Animagus? "

Felix nodded and said: "Theoretically, it is feasible, because I aimed at names, bloodlines and magic at the same time at the beginning of the design." He looked at Professor McGonagall with some hesitation, "Of course, I am not an Animag S..."

"If this is the case..." Professor McGonagall thought about it and said, "It can indeed be found that the transformation of Animagus is not the same as that of ordinary animals. Wizards retain their magical ability and human thinking ability."

"And it's unclear what form Black was in when he tried to sneak into the castle last time. If it was an Animagus, it would be a good idea, Albus—"

Dumbledore agreed, "My opinion is the same as yours, Minerva. The question I was thinking about just now is why Black is staring at Mr. Weasley." He looked at Ron, "Is there any special reason?" ?"

Ron said uneasily, "I, I don't know, sir. I don't have anything on me..." He looked down at himself, and suddenly said with a start: "Scabbers is gone!"

"Is that your pet mouse?"

"That's right, it was still here just now. It may have been quite frightened and hid itself."

Felix glanced at Ron, drew his wand, and called out quickly, "Scatterers!" But there was no response, "Not around—"

Black's inexplicable attachment to Ron, the sudden discovery of the Animagus, and if Ron's okay, what's wrong...

He looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "Principal, things may not be what we thought."

Dumbledore did not make a judgment lightly: "There is someone who can tell us the answer... Minerva, is Remus still in his office?"

"It's been there all the time, he won't be having a good time these days." Professor McGonagall said vaguely.

Hermione said sharply, "Headmaster Dumbledore? You know that Professor Lupine is, is a—"

"Yes, I know." Dumbledore said, and his tone seemed to stop there, "Remus has been in the office these days, dealing with some old problems, and he has no energy to focus on other things. But I need Talk to him in depth, and he may provide some information that we don't know."

Dumbledore stood up, and his gaze fell on Harry from the high bridge of his nose, "For the next period of time, I hope you stay in the castle, don't go out, and carry a looking glass with you."

The professors left. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and were about to speak, but Madam Pomfrey walked in. She reapplied a layer of white ointment on Ron's wound, and Ron was in pain. En grinned, but soon, he felt less pain, and the wound was itchy.

"This child needs time to recover, so don't stay too long." Madam Pomfrey warned, she pursed her lips, and said with a stern expression: "Why do you always make yourself so messed up?"

Harry said darkly, "I'd like to know the answer to that question too."

When there were only three of them left in the ward, the room was silent, only the sound of Ron breathing in intermittently, his wound was painful and itchy, it seemed that the whole repair process had been accelerated ten times.

Hermione suddenly said, "Harry, have you ever thought that Black's target was never you?"

Harry wanted to open his mouth to retort, but he couldn't.He also felt this possibility, which made him a little ashamed, as if the preparations for a long time were a joke.

But what does it matter to Ron?

Hermione dug out the beaded bag, and took out the chestnut memory disk from it, "We can try to piece together the memories and put together what we saw."

After a while—

"Look at this, isn't it obvious enough? Black's goal is very clear, which is Ron, but Ron... shouldn't be~ Black was still a baby when he was imprisoned."

Hermione was very tangled and said, "Is there anyone in your family who has a grudge against Black?"

"Maybe he's got a dementor out of his mind," said Ron sullenly.

"Remember the information we overheard at the Three Broomsticks. Minister Fudge said that Black spoke in a very organized way, and even cared about him asking for newspapers. This doesn't look like something a lunatic would do."

"What does this mean? Isn't there a rumor that the mysterious man had secretly contacted the dementors, and those cloaked monsters may look at his master's face and let him go."

"Ron, use your brain, it's going to rust," said Hermione angrily.

Harry thought of the key point, "The newspaper, you mean, he saw the newspaper... and escaped from prison a few days after that. The point is the newspaper, Ron, remember the letter you wrote me on vacation? It has Clipping of your family winning the Daily Prophet's Annual Awards."

Ron showed a surprised expression, "So Blake saw the news that our family won the award, and suddenly became mad with jealousy, and came here specifically to kill me? God, it's only seven hundred Galleons in total! And it's almost gone..."

Then he said with disgust on his face: "Why does Fudge carry a newspaper with him, has Buckbeak crushed his brains?"

Hermione said: "It can't be the reason, Harry, I still can't figure it out, but we need to find the newspapers at the time to see if there is any missing information."

Harry added: "And Professor Lupine, I bet he knows something, just look at Dumbledore's attitude."

Hermione looked a little hesitant, "Oh, Harry—I think it would be better for us to pay a visit after the professors confirm that there is no problem in two days..."

On the other hand, Felix separated from Dumbledore halfway, and Dumbledore didn't want anyone to disturb his conversation with Lupine.

But for Felix, some clues are already in front of him, and he just needs to reorganize the information at hand to find the most likely guesses.

(End of this chapter)