A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 541 Nurmengard's Letter

Following Ginny's question, Mafalda's attention was on her for the first time, and the two of them, tall and short, weighed each other.

Harry found that the two girls looked somewhat similar to Mrs. Weasley, and both had reddish hair, but they were very different.Ginny, with her fiery hair, was the most recognizable even of the seven Weasley children, and most of the time she didn't look at people aggressively - except now, she was like A turkey that was suddenly told to be brought to the table was badly fried.

"I met Aunt Mollie, only once," Mafalda said, "but I saw your father more, and he took me around Diagon Alley and bought some things in advance. He also gave me an owl, and I wrote to him when I got back, and he was quick at first, but then slowed down."

"Maybe it's because he's busy, or you have too many questions." Ginny said word by word.

"Maybe, but I don't need him to take me, I can do it alone." Mafalda said, "I persuaded my parents to let me go to Diagon Alley, how do you say that? Come on... get to know the wizarding world."

"I'm interested in everything in Diagon Alley. Old Tom at the Leaky Cauldron has lost all his teeth, but he cooks delicious food; when I asked about Madam Malkin's marital status, she turned me off Come out... I also persuaded the clerk of Lihen Bookstore to allow me to sit in the corner and read books. My favorite is "Simple Spells to Fool Muggles" and Gilderoy Lockhart's seven series of adventures. I chose the former Learning a few spells, the effect is quite good, the latter opened my eyes..."

"Wait!" Harry felt that her speech could no longer be described as ridiculous, and he was not the only one who thought so. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny shouted at the same time, and Mafalda glared at them. It was a little funny, and everyone looked at each other for a while.

"Okay, let's talk one by one." Hermione sighed, since the little girl came to her and said that she had important information about the Death Eaters, she knew that this was not a well-behaved student. Scared.

She looked at Mafalda and asked patiently: "Miss Prewett, Mr. Weasley should have told your parents that the wizarding world is not peaceful now, how did you convince your parents to let you go to Diagon Alley alone? "She actually wanted to accuse Mafalda's parents of being irresponsible.

"They don't get along very much," Mafalda pointed to himself and Ginny, used to refer to the parents of the two families, "My father and Aunt Molly are relatives, but they may not have a good relationship. It can be seen from the blunt dialogue—”

"That's exactly what I was going to say," Ron interjected, and as the others looked at him, he swallowed and whispered, "Mum does have a distant cousin, but he's not much mentioned at home..."

"Father is a Squib, although he refuses to admit it...he works as an accountant now, and occasionally trades stocks. Mum is a Muggle, and none of them had anything to do with the wizarding world before," Mafalda said, "except me." she added.

"But—" Hermione struggled, "Even so, Mr. Weasley couldn't help reminding—"

"Oh, it's very simple, I told Mom and Dad - there is someone waiting for me behind the door of the Leaky Cauldron, and that person is Bill Weasley, I know he works in Diagon Alley." Mafalda glanced triumphantly He glanced at her and said.

Hermione looked shocked.Ginny let out an angry cat-like squawk.

"So you're lying?"

Mafalda shrugged, the answer was self-evident.

After a moment of silence in the abandoned classroom, Harry asked, "You know Lockhart is one, one..." He hesitated.

"A liar?" Mafalda asked, and Harry nodded."I like the way he tells his story, that's all," she said quietly.

The cross-examination ended here. Even though Ron and Ginny didn't like Mafalda very much, they still pinched their noses and recognized this relative.

"What is the purpose of your visit today?" Ginny asked stiffly, "You should know that Gryffindor House and Slytherin House are deadly rivals, if someone finds out..."

"That's why I sneaked in here," said Mafalda rather distastefully, and self-consciously pulled out a green notebook from his pocket - Harry could tell from some details that it was from a Muggle. The product of the world—she turned a page, but instead of showing it to them, she held it in front of her body and said, "I can give you information about Slytherin House, about the Death Eaters... but in exchange -"

"Death Eaters?" Harry, Ron, and Ginny broke out.

The three looked at Hermione, and Hermione quickly waved her hands, "I don't know more than you, she—er—" Hermione discovered the problem, a little girl from a Muggle family, who knew nothing about the wizarding world before , what information can you know?
"What's the matter?" Mafalda looked at them strangely. "Is it hard to understand? I will continue to say—of course I will not contribute in vain. As a condition, you must become the protagonists in my story."

Harry looked at her in bewilderment, what and what.

"What's in the story?"

"The main character in the story," Mafalda shook his finger at him, "didn't I tell you, I like history and I like writing. You know Bathilda Bagshot, right?"

Harry nodded reluctantly.He knew this person, an excellent historian, who wrote the history of magic textbooks now, and she lived in Godric's Hollow after retirement.Godric's Hollow... His heart tightened.

Mafalda didn't notice Harry's strangeness. She followed the previous words and said: "Bathilda Bagshot wrote "A History of Magic". I especially agree with her saying, 'The happiest thing for a historian is to be able to Dialogue with history itself.'”

"Do you understand the meaning of this sentence?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"That's what I'm doing now," Mafalda said.

Ron pondered, then said slowly, "So you're going to write us into your story? Hmm - you just said you liked Lockhart's book?" He gave them a meaningful look, "Thought Want to see it."

"Harry won't agree!" said Ginny, raising her eyebrows, and she looked at Harry uncertainly. "Right?"

"Of course." Harry nodded decisively, he didn't want to be followed by a follower, the Creevey brothers were enough for him.He resolutely said to Mafalda: "Sorry, I have a lot of things to do this year, OWLs exams, Quidditch, club... I don't have time to play house games with you."

Mafalda blinked, and just when Harry thought she was about to give up, she looked down at the open notebook and read out the names: "Nott, Avery, Gagson, Sey Irwin, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy... well, he's not sure, should I read on?"

Harry opened his mouth wide, Ron's mouth was not much smaller than his, and Hermione looked at her in shock.

Mafalda stared at their faces and smiled.

"It seems that I am right?"

"How did you guess—" Harry said with difficulty. He had heard these names from Voldemort himself in the cemetery, and each of these surnames had a pivotal position in the wizarding world.But they were humbled to the dirt in front of Voldemort, and had to kiss Voldemort's robes to be forgiven.

Sirius told him that because there is no evidence, the Ministry of Magic has no way to arrest people, and currently they can only use surveillance.Of course, his original words were not like this, Sirius was as annoyed about this matter as Harry: "Amelia does not agree to arrest them and give them two catties of Veritaserum..." After calming down, he himself admitted this The idea is unreliable, "Unless we plan to cause chaos in the magic world, and if we do so, we must first arrest ourselves..." He said with a gloomy expression: "Pure blood is like this, one area can bring out a bunch."

Mafalda grinned like a fox, "Prewett is a surprisingly bluffing surname, and not as eye-catching as Weasley's. So, you see, I'd be an excellent undercover agent for...for justice How about your career?"

"I disagree," said Harry slowly.

"Why?" Mafalda asked in surprise. She never expected that she would still be rejected after showing her abilities.

"Harry, if a Slytherin student would help us, even..." said Ron.

"No," said Harry. "No." He repeated. "What if she's found?"

"Don't worry," Mafalda interjected, "From my observations over the past month, Slytherin House has become different from the rumors..."

"Do you know what you're doing? You're dealing with not just bad students, but real Death Eaters! If any Slytherin mentions you to the family, investigates you behind your back...you're so clever Is it any good?" Harry stared at her, a sense of unreasonable anger welling up in his heart, "You're putting your own family in a dangerous situation, and they don't even know magic."

Mafalda pointed at Hermione unconvinced, "As far as I know, her family environment is no different from mine."

Hermione was silent.

"Because she didn't have a choice—" Harry's blood rushed from his chest to his face.

"I know you mean Muggle status—"

"Not only that, but because she is my friend." Harry said in a low voice, looking at Mafalda panting, "yes, she is a friend of the famous Harry Potter, and Ron , he has no choice, since he was on my side in the first grade... I have no choice, I was forced to have a relationship with Voldemort when I was a baby, if nothing else, there must be something between us One must die, or both will die."

Mafalda's body froze suddenly.

"I do not have--"

"I don't know what you take undercover for, if it's just a prank, but you're capable, I can see that. It's worse, I don't think you ever thought you'd see yourself in the paper one day A picture of your house in ruins, with a Dark Mark on it?"

"I'm not—you're wrong!" Mafalda shouted.

"Talk about it, then," said Harry, looking down into her eyes.

Mafalda stared back at him refusing to budge, her eyes sparkled, "You wait!" She gave them a bitter look, turned and ran away.

Harry stared at her back, but what he thought of was the picture of Godric's Hollow he had seen in an old newspaper. In the picture, it was a ruin, just like Moody told him... there were some white flowers beside the ruins. And candles, all left by wizards who came here for fame, "sorrowful condolences..." The book said that when Harry saw these words, he felt that all this was meaningless, and his family would never come back .

Sometimes when Harry was lying in bed, he would think that it would be great if he could get the resurrection stone, even if the resurrection stone could not bring the dead back to life as Luna so convincingly said, it just had the function in the story of the three brothers , allowing him to see the souls of his loved ones...not just a green light in his head and his mother's pleading voice...

"Harry, you'd better be careful, she doesn't look like a mess," said Ron, looking in the direction of the classroom door.

"I don't care." Harry replied stiffly.

He suddenly thought of one thing, Luna believes in the Deathly Hallows, is there someone she also desperately wants to meet?By the way, she can see thestrals too.

"She looks pretty smart, I mean Mafalda." Ron hesitated and said, "We have other students in the dueling study group too. I'm sure they won't refuse to fight the Death Eaters—"

"She's only eleven," said Harry coldly, and Ron shut his mouth immediately.After a while, Harry belatedly asked, "She said Slytherin house has changed... What's going on?"

Ron said angrily: "The only person you know has just been driven away by you. Why don't we ask Malfoy?"

Harry was a little annoyed, he should have asked first.

……

At night, Felix continued to work as a promising bounty hunter. Except for the first time he entered the Pig's Head Bar and had some unpleasantness with the owner of the bar, he just stood at the door wearing a black cold cloak , it won't be long before the target will 'walk' out by itself.

Hogsmeade has recently added a legend of a powerful ghost.

Of course, because the missing people were all black wizards, and they were the worst group, so not many people really cared about them—these people were hiding their heads and showing their tails, and they might have left suddenly due to urgent matters.

Some wizards swear that they have seen a ghost, which has extremely strong magic power, and can take away people's souls just by waving their hands.

"He's death incarnate," said an old wizard with a fascination with horror stories.

His performance was met with applause, and the old wizard won himself a glass of hot whiskey.The male waiter at the Pig's Head bar snorted disdainfully, and continued to wipe the goblet with a dirty rag.

Felix occasionally finds time to visit unfinished sites.

In an open space in the middle of the Hogsmeade village, a large amount of building materials are piled up. Black and white marbles are arranged in random order, and there are mysterious patterns of stars on them.Felix stood in the center of the star with great interest and looked around. The entire wizarding village was shrouded in a deep night, with only a few scattered stars.

Felix stared into the darkness, where faint sounds approached, like footsteps, but too softly.

From the perspective of thestrals, the body of the unknown creature was very blurry, and he couldn't even see it clearly in the dark. He could only see a circle of blurred light, faintly pieced together to look like a thin house elf.

This is another pair of eyes that are different from the normal perspective and the magic perspective. If he has to define it, he seems to be able to see the soul glowing.

"H-Hello, Mr. Hype, Bundy sends you his regards."

shrieked the house-elf, stopping at a distance and bowing to Felix.He shuddered when he looked up to meet Felix's silver-gray eyes, which filled him with terror.

"What's the matter, Bundy?"

"Mr. Haip, Bundy has brought you a letter. I'm sorry, Bundy can't enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft." While speaking, the house-elf bowed deeply again, "Bundy, Bundy After waiting around for a few days, I finally saw you."

Felix always felt that this scene was a bit familiar, but the last time it was a child who delivered the letter, it also brought Voldemort's invitation letter.He took the letter. On the envelope was a triangular pattern: inside was a circle and a vertical line.He stared at the pattern for a few seconds, and guessed a little more in his heart, "Nurmongard?"

The house-elf bent even lower.

Felix opened the letter without a trace of magic, and there was a simple line on it: "You are lying, the Elder Wand does not belong to you."

Felix smiled unconsciously, "Although the Elder Wand doesn't belong to me, it doesn't belong to you either, Mister Dark Lord." He tentatively asked Bundy the house elf, "Can I meet Mr. Grindelwald? "

"He has no plans to receive guests for the time being." Bundy said respectfully.

Felix smacked his lips. It seems that Gellert Grindelwald is still locked up and cannot get out, but he can occasionally communicate with the outside world.Like writing a letter accusing him of...

Is this the end of the first Dark Lord?
Dumbledore was still too merciful, and Felix felt he would not give Voldemort the chance to enjoy the same treatment.

He wrote a short reply, full of regret (or sarcasm?) for not being able to meet him, and handed a few books from the ring to the house-elf, "Pass me to Grindel Mr. Wo, let him hmm... pass the time, if he is interested, we can communicate through letters in the future."

He handed the house-elf another copper Knut. "You can contact me through this."

When the house elf Bundy disappears, Felix begins to look forward to what will be the magical path of the Dark Lord?What kind of demeanor does he have?

After staying in place for a while, he was worried that the wording of his reply letter was too ironic, what if the Dark Lord was narrow-minded?Amused by the thought, he turns and walks away.

……

The last two weeks of October were full of blustery weather, and towards the end, a chilly rain brought the temperature down, and the little wizards put on thick clothes against the knife-like wind.

Even though many students wear gloves during recess, their minds are becoming more and more alive: Halloween, the first Quidditch game, and ancient rune exchanges will be intensively occurring in the following week.

As Halloween approaches, colorful decorations hang up in the castle again, and the atmosphere in the school is cleared up.

Finally, October 10th arrived.

(End of this chapter)