A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 575 Opening

Umbridge never imagined that the sniffing dog now had precious defensive items on it. She only heard that the company 'Future World' was developing similar products, and the Ministry of Magic recently ordered a batch... That's right!She woke up suddenly: 'future world' and Felix Haip, to some extent, they are equivalent.

Umbridge looked left and right, but there was no one around.She found that Xixiu was still stupidly stopping in place, and took out a small wooden stick to gesticulate at her.Umbridge made up his mind and approached step by step.

A smile squeezed out of her broad face, and she said in a sweet tone: "What a cute little guy...can I hug you?"

Varun shivered, and it waved the small wooden stick and kept backing away.

Umbridge's dark shadow covered Varen's small shadow, and Varen was quickly cornered.Umbridge grinned grimly, and the next second she saw the little stick in Niffler's hand light up in the darkness.This scene looked familiar, she seemed to have seen it somewhere... Umbridge just thought of Filch, when a strong whirlwind appeared from the bottom of her feet, dragging her into the air.

The gems on the exclusive magic wand called by the big devil that needs to be 'cautiously used' lit up one by one, and the wind continued to increase, forming a strong spiral, and after a few seconds, it made a terrible whimpering sound like a knife, and Snowflakes fell, and Umbridge, trapped in the freezing wind, staggered to and fro, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

Varen looked at the screaming Umbridge uneasily, worried that he would cause trouble, so he put away his exclusive wand and quickly slipped away.It is going to complain to the Great Demon King.

"boom!"

Umbridge fell from mid-air, his face was covered with bloody scratches, his clothes were torn, and his gray-brown hair looked like a hornet's nest, icicled with ice.

She got up from the ground, trembling with anger.At the same time, the fear of that person that was suppressed in her heart seemed to come back—letting the Squib cast spells didn’t matter, although she couldn’t figure it out, it was still a person anyway, but letting a Xixiu use magic...she didn’t know herself Which is stronger, the humiliation or the shock in my heart.

After a while, she came back to her senses, hurriedly treated her wound with a few crappy healing spells, and then left quickly.She walked through the corridor and came to the foyer. Mafalda was distributing tomorrow's newspaper under the bulletin board. There were six or seven little wizards standing in front of her.

"Remember, focus on promoting the first piece of news. Recently, a perverted student sneaked into the women's restroom at night with the intention of plotting evil—remind everyone to pay attention to safety."

The two boys embraced each other in fear.

Mafalda gave them a blank look, "It's the girls' bathroom, girls! It has nothing to do with you, understand?"

A little girl asked in horror: "Who is that pervert?"

"The customer didn't say-cough cough, I mean, it hasn't been investigated yet, you can mobilize other people to pay attention." Mafalda remedied, she almost slipped the tongue just now, in order to divert attention, she said encouragingly: "Work hard, I promise to ask someone to buy you gifts next Hogsmeade weekend."

"Is there really someone advertising?" the girl who asked the question just now asked timidly.

"Of course, but many of them are hidden advertisements. Have you seen the second confession letter? And the fifth article, Professor Bubaji recruits assistants? This shows that we have expanded our customers to professors! Sooner or later One day, I will stand in the headmaster's office and interview Headmaster Dumbledore..."

Umbridge, who passed by with his face covered, stopped suddenly and looked at Mafalda in disbelief.Mafalda was giving a speech with great interest, and suddenly found that the little wizard in front of her looked over her shoulder and looked behind her.She turned her head, a wide and fat chin was close at hand.

Mafalda was taken aback.Staring at the dirty Umbridge for a while, why didn't she realize that this man looked like a toad?Maybe it's the angle, she thought.She subconsciously took two steps back and looked twice as if confirming, but once some thoughts appeared, they could never be erased.

"I've seen you. You're from the Ministry of Magic. What's the matter?"

Umbridge grinned, hurting her wound, "Hiss~ little girl, I heard what you said just now, you are the editor-in-chief of the Mystery Wall newspaper? I didn't expect it to be so small—"

"Do you want a newspaper?" Mafalda interrupted her.

Umbridge stared at his protruding eyes, and asked after a moment, "How much?"

"One for three nats. In fact, it's more cost-effective to buy two copies. It only costs five nats, which is half the price of the "Daily Prophet." Mafalda skillfully solicited business, "Even Varun is mine. Loyal reader."

"The Niffler?" Umbridge stared straight at Mafalda, who nodded in confusion, and Umbridge immediately screamed.

In the distance, Felix, who was walking toward the kitchen with Valen in his arms, looked up. What was that sound?
"Hey! (It's that woman!)"

a few minutes ago--

Varun walked through the hall and took a quick glance in the auditorium. After failing to see Felix, he turned back to the hall and was caught by Felix who suddenly appeared.Varun immediately yelled aggrieved, "Well, well, I know, she is really bad." Felix let it talk, echoing it from time to time.

"Let's get something to eat in the kitchen, grilled fish? Cakes? I just figured out a technique - how to make food have emotions. Would you like to try crème brûlée? Uh, don't you like it, that's ok , we can try other combinations..."

They made their way down the hall, just as Mafalda was leading her team down the stairs.It didn't take long before there was an exaggerated scream.

Felix frowned, what the hell is Umbridge doing?

……

February brings not only warmer weather, but also protracted Valentine's Day, which students are looking forward to.Especially when the new Hogsmeade weekend came together with Valentine's Day, the students were even more ecstatic.

"One more week until the holidays!" a Ravenclaw girl announced over breakfast.She happily showed a beautiful bow to her friend, "I'm going to tie it on the wall of Madame Puddiffe's teahouse." Across a dining table, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together with no expression on their faces. The joy of the holidays is approaching.

"They're leaving tomorrow," Harry whispered, squinting at the Ministry of Magic party. They were sitting at the Slytherin table. Umbridge and the young man named Avery left each other. very far.

"It looks like a guilty conscience," said Ron.

"They won't rush to do it on the last day, will they? Or after lights out?" Operation in the middle of the night..."

"They don't stand a chance during the day, at least," said Hermione. "Have you got the Marauder's Map, Harry?"

"Bring it." Harry whispered, taking the opportunity of eating porridge, he found a corner of a stack of parchment from his pocket. "It's always good to have an extra pair of eyes," he said.What's more, Professor Moody's map was missing a few people, but Harry didn't say so, so as not to have another argument.

"It's actually three pairs of eyes." Ron corrected him with a smile.

"It's the entire frontline observation post, Harry." Hermione gave them a blank look, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to about the 'Reconnaissance and Anti-reconnaissance' subject materials you sent out last time."

Harry seemed a little embarrassed, and whispered, "It's the best way, isn't it?"

Hermione sighed, "Have you noticed that your tone is a bit like Headmaster Dumbledore's?"

Harry stared at her dumbfounded.

"You've always complained that adults don't tell you everything, and now you're keeping club members from—"

"I'm doing it for their own good! To prevent leaks! And, and the fewer people who know about it, the better." Harry stammered and explained, then his expression was taken aback.

Could this be the reason?

Can Dumbledore and Professor Haip, and even Professor Moody and Kingsley treat themselves with Neville, Seamus, and Luna, can they be equated?Harry put his head down in thought, and a voice inside him said, I'm not like them.But then a new problem arises, what's different... I can't stay out of it, Harry said to himself, others may give up, but he will never.Even if Voldemort's power is ten or a hundred times stronger than it is now, even if Voldemort defeats everyone and rules the wizarding world, as long as he is still alive, he will stand on the opposite side of Voldemort.

Harry was pretty sure of that.

That's when he saw Neville and Hannah passing by and knew they were going to have herbal medicine lessons together.Harry stared at Neville, his face was no longer round and pouty in the first year, but had firm lines. If he encountered a particularly dangerous situation, Harry felt that he would refuse other members to take risks, but he might Would not refuse Neville, because he knew that Neville had the same attitude towards Voldemort and the Death Eaters as he did...

Hermione suddenly looked at the dining table opposite and said sarcastically, "He can win people's hearts, he looks like a warm-hearted senior." Harry and Ron hurriedly looked over, Chesterton Avery and a group of Slytherin students While chatting happily, the words "prefect" and "majesty" came faintly. Pansy listened intently, her expression was eager to try, and she didn't notice that Draco Malfoy next to her was cold and silent. hair.

Harry read the intense disgust in his eyes.

"He still wants to find a chance to contact Malfoy?" Hermione asked in a low voice, "Could the tabloids have no effect?"

"As long as Malfoy is smart enough not to give him a chance," Harry said firmly.During the following breakfast time, they would glance at the Slytherin table from time to time. After a while, the Slytherin students stood up one after another, and Malfoy decisively put down the knife and fork, and left with the large group.

Crabbe and Goyle had quite a problem with the fact that there was food left on the plate, but they were still reluctantly dragged away by Malfoy.

"Look," said Harry.

They also seized the time to finish their breakfast and hurried to herbal medicine class.It was only on the road that Harry had time to pick up the train of thought that Hermione had interrupted, and he had to admit that Hermione had a point, if only a little... he thought as he ran across the courtyard to the greenhouse, if he was Headmaster Dumbledore will also treat a man who is destined to be an enemy of Voldemort differently, and occasionally reveal some secrets, but he will certainly not tell the whole truth.

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry muttered.

"What?" asked Hermione grumpily, as they were taking a short cut through a muddy vegetable patch, the snow was half melted, and walking was so difficult that half of her shoe was sunk in the mud.

"I said thank goodness there's no Snape class today," Harry said loudly.

Of course he didn't mean what he said.In fact, he's been staring at Snape in Potions class lately, trying to tell from the expression on his face whether he's approaching a Horcrux, and even ignoring his taunts at the cost of another scored two zeros.

The greenhouse was in the distance, and Harry saw the students standing outside.He walked a few steps quickly, just in time for the greenhouse to open from the inside, but the person who came out surprised him, it was Snape in black, standing beside him was Professor Haip, and Harry saw the two behind them. Professor Bubbaji and the smiling Professor Sprout.

He remembered a piece of information he saw on the Mystery Wall tabloid. Professor Bubaji had applied to build a new greenhouse, and he had been recruiting students for a work-study program a few days ago.

"Pomona, I didn't expect you to be so familiar with the concept of self-pollination." Professor Bubaji said eagerly.

"This is not new knowledge." Professor Sprout's tone suddenly became dry.

"Oh, I thought it was only Muggles—" Professor Bubbaji apologized in a low voice, but Felix and Snape had already left.

……

"Voldemort is coming in menacingly, do you have any plans?" Felix asked briskly, they were walking on the lawn, the mild but not glaring sunlight shone on them.

"I don't think this is the final battle, so it's unlikely that he and I will meet, and it will save a lot of embarrassment." Snape said slowly, "As for my plan - pretend to be caught up in something. "

"Trapped? So you plan to go undercover?" Felix frowned. "Have you thought of an excuse yet?"

"There will always be an excuse." Snape said softly, "But I have to provide some convenience for those two idiots, so that there will be no trouble in the future - if they fail again, I can't blame it .Let them bear the Dark Lord's wrath, which is his hope of eternal life."

"Tsk. What did you guess?"

"Horcruxes," Snape said coldly.Felix was quite surprised, he didn't expect Severus to investigate it alone.

"But why do you—"

"List the names of the dark arts that I can find - I happen to have enough discrimination in this area, and I will eliminate them one by one. I narrowed it down to ten, but still couldn't conclusively answer until I was at the door of Honeydukes Met Professor Slughorn by chance," Snape said casually.

Felix had no other thoughts than to lament the coincidence, although it was still traceable - Dumbledore took Harry to visit Mr. Slughorn several times during the summer vacation of Harry's fourth year, and Eseverus's With such a keenness, he would surely have guessed that Slughorn held a great secret, all that was lacking was some associations.And - Felix reckoned that Severus must have contributed the best level of cliché in the chat with Slughorn, possibly even under the banner of Dumbledore?This makes the opponent not have too much defense.

Would Severus have guessed that Harry was a half-Horcrux?Felix thought again, but this is not his trouble, let Dumbledore have a headache!

"Have you ever considered that Potter will sabotage your plans?" Snape said suddenly.

"What happened to him?" Felix suddenly remembered the letter.

"He's testing me." Snape squeezed the words through his teeth.

Felix turned his head and endured a lot of hard work with a smile, "Oh, hey." He straightened his face: "Don't worry, I will consider his influence...Maybe this is a good thing, the more people involved, the more It is difficult to sort out the messy threads. I will find an opportunity to talk to Dumbledore and make a few more plans."

After being separated from Snape, Felix used the sound transmission mirror to contact Lupine who was hiding in the sword castle.

"I have a hunch that Sword Castle will be attacked today, between six and eight in the evening. The things I left in the storage room can come in handy."

"Great." The other person said gently, "I've been planning a staff gathering, and they've been working hard lately...By the way, how did you get the exact time, did you use a crystal ball or tea leaves?"

"Neither, I saw the phases of the moon," Felix joked.

"Oh—you can ask me directly, actually," said Lupine cheerfully. "I think I'd have a better say, since the full moon is only a few days old."

"Is your body okay?"

"It's barely bearable. The medicine Severus made is better than the ones on the market. Of course, the taste is also more bitter. I worry that I will suffer from sweet cravings one day."

"At least I know what to give you next Christmas." Felix said optimistically: "I will also keep an eye on the map, and if an attack happens, I will be there as soon as possible, so pay attention and focus on saving your life. "

"What about the school?" the other person asked in surprise.

"The best outcome is to beat the time difference, and no matter what, I have to show up in the company."

Felix was about to put away the sound mirror, but Lupine's hesitant voice came from the mirror, "...Felix, do you know Fenrir Greyback?"

"That notorious werewolf?" Felix said casually, "I don't know him. What happened to him?"

"Dead. On the third day after being imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic, before the Ministry could figure out how to solve his amnesia, he turned into pus with a 'poof' sound. It is said that the smell in the interrogation room was almost unbearable— —”

"Don't describe it any more," Felix said with a dark face.He bet he heard a chuckle on the other side.

"Well, Professor Hype, Moon-face sends you hello. And—thank you."

In the evening, the sun gradually sank on the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the sky darkened.After dinner, Vikki Tecrosse gave remedial lessons on apparation and entourage apparition in the auditorium as usual, and there were less than thirty students who had not yet reached the standard.

"Umbridge and Avery aren't here again?" Tecrosse asked sullenly, in a bad mood right now.

Although Professor Tofudi is nominally the captain of the team this time, he is old and only showed up at the beginning, and he is the most experienced person in charge these days.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Tycross," Avery said apologetically, as a young man hurried up. "I'm late."

Wicky Tecrosse nodded stiffly, and he waited a few minutes longer, but Umbridge still did not appear.Annoyed, he decided that when he got back he would have to highlight her failure in the report. "Let's continue with class," he announced.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was busy doing his homework.The professors don't care about Valentine's Day, so their homework has not decreased, but has increased with the beginning of the new semester.

He pressed the Marauder's Map under the parchment, peering at it now and then.

Suddenly, he stood up suddenly, and his knee hit the table leg with a loud noise, which shocked Ron, Hermione, and even Neville, Seamus and Dean who were a few tables away. Jump, the other people in the lounge also looked over.

Harry held back his tears and stared at the Marauder's Map. The little dot belonging to Umbridge was moving fast, and the direction was the headmaster's office, and in the office——

It's empty right now.

(End of this chapter)