A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 280 Meeting in the Study Room
The next day, Sirius Black woke up from the bed, his head was groggy, it felt like Kreacher had knocked himself on the head for half a night, and his headache was about to burst.

"Although I know it's the result of abusing apparition, I always suspect that it has something to do with Kreacher's nagging!"

Sirius came to the dilapidated bathroom and washed himself in front of the mirror with a suspicious dark red mark. He rearranged his hair and shaved off his dirty beard. When he took a shower, the mirror in the bathroom said: "You look like a moving chop."

He closed the curtain angrily, and the bad memories of living here in the early years seemed to come back all of a sudden.

Half an hour later, he dug out the moldy clothes from the old closet and replaced the dirty old clothes that were tattered into strands of cloth, and he looked decent again.

However, he carefully dug out a tattered old piece of paper from his pocket. It looked crumpled after being soaked in water yesterday.He spread it out as hard as possible, trying not to spoil the moving photo above: it was a photo of the Ron Weasleys winning the prize, with a fat mouse on Ron's shoulder.

He stared at the photo blankly, turned and left.

"Kreacher, help me prepare a breakfast." Sirius shouted out of the house, after thinking for a while, he added: "No spitting, no intentionally making it unpalatable, and no..." He said A string of conditions.

Kreacher bowed deeply, cursed under his breath and left.

Sirius took the time to go outside the door again. After looking around for a long time, he found no suspicious figure, but he saw a Muggle aunt who got up early to buy vegetables.

"Maybe he's gone." Sirius thought to himself, he closed the door, and the silver coiled snake door knocker slammed on the mottled black door with a "bang", he felt a little bit in his heart, and was quiet for a few seconds, nothing happened .

"Something doesn't feel right..." he thought.

But he couldn't find anything unusual. He sniffed his nose, and there was still a damp, dusty smell of corruption in the air. Everything from the hall to the corridor looked gloomy. Peeling wallpaper, ragged and dusty carpets, and a magical chandelier swirling overhead shimmering.

Business as usual.

Even the portraits hanging crookedly on the walls are very quiet today, quiet...?
Sirius scrutinized the characters in the portrait. They seemed to be asleep. He moved a little closer, standing in front of a portrait of an ancestor who might have been an illustrious ancestor of the Black family, and tapped the outer border.

The nobleman with long curly hair that reached his waist leaned back on the chair, snoring slightly.

Suddenly, Sirius felt as if a piece of ice had been stuffed into his stomach, it was cold, and he was still twitching constantly, his forehead also began to hurt.He suddenly became active nervously, walked to a curtain in a few strides, and pulled it away abruptly.

Behind the curtain was a huge portrait of an old woman. Her face was thin and her cheekbones were high and raised. She looked a bit like Sirius at this time. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was his mother.

The very active old woman who had quarreled with him for a long time yesterday was sound asleep, and did not suddenly jump up and curse him as a "dirty and sinful bastard". Her saliva wet half of her clothes.

Sirius returned to the room with his wand in his hand. He felt a little more at ease, "Maybe he was scaring himself." He started from the ground floor and searched room by room. To prevent accidents, he called Kreacher back.

"If that man showed up yesterday, don't ask me, take me out of here immediately." Sirius warned the house-elf.

Kreacher had a face full of reluctance, and he muttered in a voice that Sirius could definitely hear: "After running away from home for more than ten years, the prodigal young master ordered old Kreacher. I heard that he even killed people..."

"Shut up!" growled Sirius.

"crunch-"

Sirius held the wand in one hand, the tip of the wand shone slightly, and the spell was ready to be cast. With the other hand, he turned the snake-shaped handle, and the door opened. He waited for two seconds, and then glanced alertly. There was no one inside.

Kreacher arched his back, shuffled his feet, and looked around his legs, "There is nothing, the prodigal young master has been imprisoned for more than ten years, and even his mind is not normal, oh, poor mistress, if she knows it underground, Don't know what to think. Poor old Kreacher..."

Sirius said angrily: "She's fine, she just had a fight with me yesterday, and she slept soundly at night, drooling all over the floor."

As they walked up, the old wooden floor was in disrepair and had been eaten away by moths. They made a creaking sound when they stepped on it, and Sirius couldn't help but lift his heart.

"It seems to be back in the war years." He muttered, but the excitement in his eyes could not be stopped.

His movements are more concise and efficient. Every time he opens the door, he checks the doorknob to see if there is any trace of being used. After checking the dining room, storage room, and bedroom on the second floor, there is no problem. His tense mood Some relax.

Even when he bumped into an old ghoul in the toilet on the second floor, he was still in the mood to joke: "Your ugly face is not the worst I have ever seen, Azkaban is the place where demons and ghosts gather, although I count myself as one…”

At the door of the study on the third floor, although Sirius was still cautious, he was no longer so vigilant in his heart, he pushed open the door and walked in.The study was empty, but the light was brighter, and he saw the old, bug-ridden bookcases against the walls, with rusty silver and green trim.

Behind the heavy desk was a high-backed armchair. He remembered that when he was a child, his father liked to stay here the most, but every time he approached it, he would be reprimanded.

"Whizzing!"

"What-"

The candle holder at the door suddenly moved, twisting and wrapping around Sirius' body. His hand holding the wand was bent to one side. Sirius struggled hard, but the candle holder was like a living person, forcibly breaking his fist away. Suddenly, the wand fell to the ground, turned a few times and stopped moving.

Sirius's chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped for breath. From the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of Kreacher being tied up, and the sound of pages turning came from behind the high-backed chair behind the desk.

He yelled out a name angrily: "Felix Hemp."

The high-back chair turned around, revealing Felix's figure. He was holding a tome with a black cover in his hand, carefully turning over a page that was as crisp as a cracker, and said without raising his head. : "Wait a minute—I see the key point."

"Kreacher..." Sirius said in a low voice.

Kreacher seemed to have just figured out the situation. His figure was illusory for a moment, and he wanted to use movement magic, but he was imprisoned in the next second.

Sirius wanted to continue talking, but the sharp end of the silver candle holder approached his mouth, silently threatening, and he could only stare blankly, as if he wanted to kill Felix with his eyes.

The study was quiet for 10 minutes, and the only sound in the room was the panting of Sirius.Just as he felt his wrists being strangled unconscious, Felix closed the book "Secrets of the Cutting-Edge Dark Arts" and sighed, "It's so wicked...I don't even want to eat breakfast."

Sirius couldn't help but mockingly said, "It's not like your... teacher, Snape loved these things to death when he was young."

"Who doesn't have any hobbies?" Felix replied evasively.

Sirius remained silent for a while, raised his head and stared at Felix, "How did you get in?"

Felix smiled and said, "I got a little help from the Black family."

"Impossible!" Sirius retorted: "Although I don't want to admit it, I am the only descendant of the Black family, and only I can come in."

Felix glanced at Kreacher.

"He...he's different..."

"That's right!" Kreacher said proudly: "Old Kreacher has served the eternally noble Black family for generations, generations!" Then he glanced at Sirius maliciously, "Not counting the current master, Nothing but blood, but poor Kreacher can't help it..."

Sirius glared at him and wanted to strangle him.

Felix stood up and looked carefully at the wound on Sirius' forehead, "Potter's scar is on the right, and yours is the opposite. How strange, is it a coincidence?"

"you--"

Sirius stared, he was less worried about his safety now, he believed intuitively that Felix would not kill him, but he also found that Felix was even more hateful than Snape - his words more powerful.

(End of this chapter)