A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 309 Portrait
The next morning, it was raining heavily, and lightning flashed across the dark sky from time to time.

Felix stood in front of the window, watching the rain fall heavily like layers of curtains, blurring the Forbidden Forest in the distance.In his right hand, he held a palm-sized colorless and transparent spherical vortex, and in the vortex, a shrunken dementor swirled lightly.

After a while, he returned to the room, the vortex gradually dissipated, his hand was slightly silvery, and he directly grabbed the dementor.

After fiddling for a long time, he stuffed it into the ring.

……

In class, the mood of the little wizards was affected by the weather, and they were obviously depressed, especially when Felix asked them to submit their homework.From the window he saw a group of students queuing up in the rain to go to the herb class in the greenhouse. One unlucky student fell into the muddy water, but was immediately washed away by the rain.

"Okay, students," Felix looked at the fourth grade students in the audience, "I have put together the 227 ancient runes you need to master this school year into sentences, so your next task is obvious— —”

"I need you to memorize these seventeen sentences firmly."

Felix said uncertainly: "It shouldn't be difficult, at least it's very simple for me. We start from the first sentence to explain, it's all learned knowledge..."

At noon, while eating in the auditorium, Felix heard a lot of anecdotes.

The Quidditch final is only a few days away, and this Saturday is also the day he and Sirius made an appointment, and the two favorites to win the championship, Slytherin and Gryffindor, are also in the same situation. When Wood praised the superb performance of the Firebolt loudly, he could often see a little girl standing on a big snake passing by braggingly, and the little wizards who came and went paid attention.

But within a few days, a few senior Ravenclaw students "accidentally" passed through the open space with a seven-foot-long eagle with a wingspan, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Hufflepuff's young wizards have been relatively low-key, which may have something to do with their early withdrawal from this year's trophy contention - they lost a key game to the Ravenclaw team.

However, this did not affect the enthusiasm of the little badgers. Within two days of being lost, their captain took the lead in supporting the Ravenclaw team, declaring that they were in very good condition and were strong contenders for the championship.

In addition, Harry's Patronus, Felix burning dementors, and Minister of Magic Fudge leaving school in embarrassment are the hottest topics. Picking any one will lead to discussions that last for several minutes. He had seen a Hufflepuff student arguing with his peers about whether Fudge would take the blame and resign, forgetting to eat and having to hurry off to Potions class with two pies.

"Severus has a good nose, if he finds out..." Felix shook his head, and secretly took note of the student's appearance, preparing to see if he would be locked up.

That afternoon, Dumbledore brought back the innocence certificate of Sirius, "The arrest warrant has been withdrawn, but I don't think the Ministry of Magic will publicize its mistakes in a big way, and Hao Qi's case has also been accepted by the Wizengamot." , and, besides, Buckbeak's verdict."

Felix glanced at the conclusion at the bottom of the official document, "Accidental injury, a fine of [-] Galleons." He smiled slightly, "This time the Ministry of Magic is very efficient, it took a long time before."

Dumbledore blinked, "I told Fudge that you were Hagrid's defender...he let it go immediately."

But he immediately said in a deep voice: "Based on what I know about Fudge, this is only a temporary compromise. I don't want you to despise him because of his clumsy behavior in the past two days. His advantage is not in strength." .”

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded seriously.What happened yesterday, in the final analysis, was that he had shown his strength, and he was reasonable, and he couldn't please Fudge, so he quickly compromised.

But I really thought that he was frightened by his own strength, and since then he used his strength to coerce the opponent everywhere, which is easy to cause resentment and trouble.

Fudge was really in a hurry. He couldn't think of killing the net, and sent all the Aurors and strikers. Should Felix turn into a demon king and slaughter the magic world?Don't even think about this kind of thing, Dumbledore will be the first to refuse.

So now that Fudge had shown kindness, Felix had to appreciate it, even though he wasn't feeling well.

If what happened yesterday had any effect on him, it made him more eager to make some changes, not to change himself, but to change everything he saw in front of him. He was like a painter who saw the stains on the drawing paper, There is an impulse in my heart, I want to turn the stain into a more gorgeous picture.

In the evening, on the table was an unfinished letter, the beginning of which was like this——

'Dear Andis, I have given serious consideration to your previous suggestion, and think it should be more actively involved, that I am going to form a company--'

The letter came to an abrupt end here, and the traces of ink had already dried up, and even fainted due to the humid air outside, which was enough to show how long Felix had been thinking.

"Let's wait and think about it..."

Felix crumpled the parchment and popped it out gently. The parchment turned into a flame bird and rushed out of the window, turning into strands of ashes.

"I think you just do what you think, and you can leave it to someone else anyway," said a voice.

Felix raised his head and looked at a portrait on the wall. There was an image of a young man with black hair and blue pupils in the blank frame. He was wearing a dragon skin cloak. It was Felix himself.

It was a portrait hanging at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. He complained: "The dean hung me next to a medieval wizard who talked too much. He would observe the blemishes on everyone's face and try to I have beaten him three times to give advice, but unfortunately, his mind is filled with persistence, which is wrong, he has no brains..."

Looking at his own portrait, Felix felt a strange sense of absurdity in his heart: "I think you are quite talkative now."

"I'm holding back too hard..." The person in the portrait spread his hands at him, "Hey, listen to me, I found an interesting fact."

"What is it?"

"I can sneak into Dumbledore's office. Remember the day when the Longbottoms were cured? Dumbledore said he had been notified by Dalys Derther, and I found her, and she gave me permission to borrow her." portrait, so I went to Dumbledore's headmaster's office and chatted with the previous headmasters, and of course, Dumbledore himself."

"What did you talk to him about?"

"Don't worry, my mouth is very strict, and you didn't tell me the most important secret." The person in the portrait rolled his eyes, and Felix regretted making his portrait so lively.

"...He asked me if I liked sweets, and said that he could suggest that you draw me a candy house. It's really interesting. Why did you forget to draw food? Even a bunch of grapes is fine..."

Felix: "...shut up, you."

The portrait made a gesture of zipping up the zipper, and was about to leave with a smile. He looked much more cheerful than Felix himself. "I still suggest that you do what you want, and don't think about it." He said The figure disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank photo frame, looked at it for a long time, spread out a piece of parchment again, thought about writing a job advertisement, then rolled up the parchment, stuffed it into his pocket, and prepared to send it to the "Daily Prophet" in time ".

The next two days were lackluster, until Saturday morning when Felix got ready and entered 12 Grimmauld Place from the fireplace.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time. He walked back and forth in the room anxiously, his eyes lit up when he saw Felix.

"You're finally here!"

"Here is your proof of innocence, take it." Felix handed him the official document of the Ministry of Magic.

Sirius took it over and glanced at it, then lost interest, and threw it on the sofa casually, "I'll call Kreacher, Kreacher!"

A house-elf suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

"Is he going too?" Felix asked in surprise.

"He insisted—" Sirius shrugged.

Kreacher puffed out his chest proudly, "No one knows it better than me."

(End of this chapter)