A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 495 Red Scar
At dusk, a tall figure appeared on the edge of the Muggle town. He turned into a side road and walked in the dark woods for more than ten minutes. In front of the old house.

"Knock knock!"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

With a tooth-piercing "creaking" sound, the door was carefully opened from the inside.

"Who?"

A hoarse voice that seemed to be soaked in a jar and soaked in salt water for days and nights asked.Immediately afterwards, a wand was tremblingly handed out from the darkness.

"Mosier the Red Scar?" asked the young voice.

Ignoring the wand pointed at him, the strange visitor bowed his head to check a list and, with a tsk tsk, read with interest, "Lyden Seymour, born of the famous Tee Moxi Witch Town, born in 1947, was raised by her aunt, um—even though you are a man, it does not affect that you have inherited all kinds of weird black magic, smuggling and selling black magic items, and will get all the income Involved in the study of the Dark Arts. During the Wizarding Wars, you chose to assist Voldemort, and it is said that you were praised by the high-level Death Eaters..."

"Is that you?"

The visitor raised his head, revealing a young face, his light blue eyes seemed to be shining, and one or two images of runes flashed from his pupils from time to time.

The wand fell to the ground suddenly.

"You are, you are, you are - Felix Hep! You, you have finally come to the door!" The dark wizard named Lyden Mosier was spread out by the door frame, and the dim yellow light outside hit him , showing a terrified face.

The person in front of him was dressed as a typical dark wizard.His whole body was wrapped in a black airtight robe, his bones were bony, and traces of various magic experiments could be faintly seen from his bare skin. His right index finger was covered with a layer of silver powder, but one could find that it was With wrinkled skin, a piece of tender red flesh was exposed on his neck, which twisted and climbed up half of his face. It was flushed and seemed to have just healed, but that mark had existed for more than twenty years.

This is where his nickname comes from.

Felix flashed into the room, looking around, walking cautiously on the floor.Apart from avoiding the moldy and dusty objects, and not touching any traps in the room, he finally picked a fairly clean chair and sat down.

The owner of the house regained his composure, at least on the surface.Mosil clutched his wand, staring at Felix deeply.As if to distinguish himself from the cowardly look just now, he said in a low voice: "You shouldn't be here, Haipu, I'm not those lone wizards you drove away, I have friends, they—"

"Are you talking about Bonnard, Enolyn? Or Kenditch?" Felix asked.

Mosil looked at him in surprise, "What did you do to them?" Now the wizard looked around, as if looking for an escape route.

"Well, after my persuasion, they obviously realized how unwise it is to stay in the current situation, so they decided to go out for a while," Felix said lightly: "It took some time to convince them. It took time, but fortunately, the result was gratifying, and I told them that they would be completely safe when the news of Voldemort's death spread."

"That will have to wait," Mosier showed a mocking expression, "How long did the last war last? Ten years?"

"Don't blame me," Felix nodded his head in the direction of the document, "Follow the rules."

Mosier's nose twitched abnormally, and the bright red color climbed up half of his face along the scar. He growled, "You are excluding dissidents! You didn't convict me more than ten years ago, and now you have to do it because kicked me out of England for no apparent reason?"

"There is no evidence."

"what--"

"The reason why you were not arrested at the time was because you were concealed enough, Mosier, the Ministry of Magic did not get real evidence, but don't pretend to be innocent because of this, you can't fool me, you can't fool a master of memory, That's why the job fell to me."

Felix calmly pointed to his eyes, a few silver spots of light flickered around the pupils, like a ring around the blue planet, Mosier shrank his eyes away, he had never seen such a terrifying Eye.

Felix raised the document in his hand again.

"There are hundreds of examples like yours. The Ministry of Magic has made it difficult for you. If you let it go, you may be pulled to the other side in a short time. But if you do something in advance, such as locking you up, it will seem too much. Too mean, though—well, excuse me, your crime is so obvious to me—”

"Don't read my mind!" Mosil growled, "Memory can never be used as evidence!" His wand lit up, black mist wrapped around the tip of the wand, and the whole room became extremely dark.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" Felix asked softly.

Mosil's mustered courage was flat like an old tire, and he leaned against the corner table, not looking at Felix.

"What do I need to do?" he whispered, his wand held loosely.

"As I said before, get out of here, take a vacation somewhere, travel, and muddle through the days... When Voldemort is down, you can come back with confidence and boldness, and continue your promising illegal work. Then it’s out of my control.”

Mosil muttered under his breath.

"Sorry, I didn't catch you?" Felix asked.

"Since when did you work for the Ministry of Magic? Aren't you a professor?" Mosier couldn't figure out how he bumped into him.

Now it was Felix's turn to sigh.

"No way, they offered me a condition that I couldn't refuse—in fact, I could still refuse, but my morals don't allow me to owe favors, and frankly speaking, I don't reject this temporary job, and I can practice my magic by the way ability."

He touched the ring on his left hand, where the hourglass obtained from the Ministry of Magic was stored, and even half of it was filled with time energy.

After the Wizengamot meeting, Ms. Burns asked him to destabilize some of the elements. It is also worthy of vigilance, they can already be regarded as the wings of the mysterious person."

She also alluded to the hacking of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

"Whoever it is, I just hope that person doesn't side with the mysterious man," she said with a headache. "The silent man gave a conclusion that there is no need to worry, but I think... well, maybe this is a good thing, at least mysterious. It's too late for people to think of similar ideas."

Burns' attitude represented the attitude of the Ministry of Magic itself-that is, it was vacillating. They hoped to get back the time hourglass, but they were worried that they would be snatched away by Voldemort before it was hot.

The latter can cause significantly greater harm.

……

Mosier stared at the black square table, on which were several newspapers and two pamphlets.One is the "Wartime Survival Manual" sent by the Ministry of Magic, and the other is the "Simple Illustrated Guide to Ancient Runes" released by Felix's co-publisher a few months ago. The cover is colorful and looks like A children's book.

"Ancient rune? It's really enviable..." he said sourly.

"You bought it too?" Felix said in surprise, followed his eyes to see the booklet, and asked with great interest, "How does it read?"

"Not very good," Mosil shook his head, he stretched out his hand, his face flushed, it took a long time to condense an ancient rune, but in the next second, the rune symbol shattered. "I'm old and not very adaptable to new fields..."

"Could it be the reason why you study black magic? The feedback from others is not bad." Felix discussed with him calmly.

"Yeah, let me try again..."

Felix took a moment to instruct him.Then Mosil began to pack his luggage. Although the Ministry of Magic forbade the abuse of the Untraceable Stretching Curse, it obviously couldn't restrain the dark wizards. Moreover, Mosil himself was considered a half-alchemist, and he could make similar storage items by himself.

All the furniture was discarded, and Mosier picked out bottles and jars from all corners of the room, some of which were obviously enchanted and could hold things many times larger than their own volume.Finally, Mosier took some effort and squeezed them all into a box, panting slightly.

"Are you going to stare at my apparition?" Mosier picked up the box and glanced around with nostalgia, "My mana is limited, so I can only promise to leave tonight."

"Oh, no, I can provide some bearer portkeys." Felix waved his hand, and a row of tattered items appeared in front of him, including boots, tin cans, butterbeer bottles, and a piece of rotten wood.

Mosil hesitated for a moment, "Do you have any recommendations? It won't be that once I teleport there, there will be an Auror on the opposite side, right?"

Felix shook his head slightly, "There's no need for that. What you need to worry about is whether to continue doing shady things; or go to a new place to start over and accept the restrictions of the local Ministry of Magic."

Mosil sneered and tore off his clothes, where there were large magic scars.

"Someone like me?"

He didn't say anything else, just picked a portkey at random and held it in his hand, where he went didn't matter much to him. "See you in ten years, Mr. Hype, then?"

"It won't be that long, remember to read more newspapers."

Felix waved to him.

"You really just let me go like this? Don't you need to sign a magic agreement? In case I sneak back..." Mosil seemed confused.

"Mosier," Felix said calmly, "who do you think this would benefit? Don't be silly, if the Death Eaters were at your door today, you'd have no choice, and I— When you're among the Death Eaters, you won't show mercy."

When the wizard in front of him disappeared, Felix ticked the file.

"all the best."

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