A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 600 Aid (Happy New Year everyone!)
bang.

Harry fell down on the cold stone floor, his scar was burning with pain, and the image of him fighting with Principal Dumbledore still remained in his mind.

No, it wasn't me, it was Voldemort!
When he straightened his crooked glasses, he found that the single-person desk had been knocked over by him, and the test papers were under his thighs, and the surrounding students looked dazed and terrified.Professor Tofty looked at him worriedly across the crowd, and there were more complex emotions in those eyes, but Harry couldn't tell for a moment.

"You... Potter, are you all right?"

"I'm - it's okay -" Harry gasped, and instead of looking at the wrinkled face, or at Hermione, Ron, and Neville who were trying to push through, he lowered his head , the red light in the eyes slowly subsided.

"Maybe it was a nightmare. The students are under a lot of pressure these days." Professor Haipu's voice came from outside the crowd.

"Yes, I had nightmares," said Harry, grateful for an excuse.

"But you said before—" Professor Tofty glared at Harry, then turned his head to look at the students who kept approaching him, and gave up asking further questions. "Well, Potter, can you still take the exam? Are you done with the paper?"

"It's over," Harry lied.

He still has a few questions left blank, and the test paper has not been checked, but he doesn't feel that he can answer the questions at ease in this state, and what Professor Haipu said in class-"Don't fight unprepared battles, many Things are preordained before they happen" - pretty telling of the situation at hand.

Harry thought he had foreseen the consequences: he would fail History of Magic.

"Then I'll take you to the school hospital." Professor Tofudi said.

"I don't have to, I can—well—go out and get some air myself."

Harry said vaguely, he hurriedly shoved the test paper to Professor Tofty, "I'm sorry, I'm leaving first." He said, holding his forehead and striding out, "Harry!" Hermione called him from behind , Harry didn't respond, he just kept walking, and didn't have time to think until he walked out of the examination room.

He wanted to get into that state again, to watch Headmaster Dumbledore fight Voldemort, but Harry was dismayed to find that his Occlumency was working spontaneously, and he couldn't receive anything, so the idea was completely cut off.

Harry smashed the alcove holding the House hourglass angrily, and his hand hurt so badly.

This made him calm down a bit, and he wandered around the dark hall like a fly without a head for a long time, and finally walked out of the castle through the oak gate.He stepped on the steps, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, the sky was very blue, and he could see the waves of the black lake in the distance.

Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to think of a solution.

What should he do?

Tell Professor Hemp!By the way, Harry thought, he regretted why he hadn't thought of this just now, so he turned around and ran towards the castle. At this time, Hermione and Ron hurried out of the hall, and when they saw Harry, they pulled him away without saying a word. He ran down the corridor.

Harry couldn't figure it out, and could only watch as Hermione dragged him into a nearby broom closet, raised her wand and locked the door, then turned and gave him a serious look with Ron.

"What's the matter—how did you come out? The exam is not over yet—"

"I've already answered," said Hermione quickly, and Ron shrugged. "I wrote everything I could, and the rest..." He left a meaningful pause.Hermione said gravely, "Harry, your scar hurts again, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I saw—"

"Dumbledore, you mentioned Headmaster Dumbledore, said he was cursed or something, and said he was going to die," said Hermione quickly, "and then you fell on the floor and knocked over the table."

Harry was terrified. "Is that coming out of my mouth?"

Ron nodded grimly.

"So you know why we came out early? We need to come up with a decent excuse before the rumor spreads."

"I saw Principal Dumbledore from Voldemort's point of view," Harry said in a hollow voice, "He's dueling Voldemort, and... seems to be at a disadvantage," Hermione and Ron widened their eyes at the same time.

"Oh, yes! I'm going to Professor Happer, I have to tell him about this—"

Harry said eagerly that he didn't even know why he was taking all this time.

"Wait, Harry," said Hermione calmly, "do you think Professor Hemp doesn't know? He was in the exam room just now."

Harry stopped and looked back at Hermione, unable to make out what she meant for a moment.It took him a long time before he stammered, "You mean Professor Hemp knows? This is, is—"

"A duel arranged in advance?"

"Patronus!" Hermione was about to speak when Ron suddenly said, "Harry, your Patronus!"

"What—oh! You mean that Professor Haip collected from me these days—" Harry showed a comprehensible expression. In the past half a month, his experience of reporting to the Ancient Rune Office after the exam every day Floating in front of my eyes, "Do you think this matter is related to today's duel?"

"I don't know, Harry, but the Professor obviously didn't intend to involve us," Hermione whispered. "There's really nothing we can do," she added.

Harry paced back and forth between the narrow brooms, kicking brooms that were in the way.He was trying to figure out what happened. First, Headmaster Dumbledore might fight Voldemort, right now!And Professor Haipu seemed to know about it, but he didn't go to help, why?There was every indication that he did know something, as evidenced by those helpless patron saints in glass bottles.

"Harry, did you just say that Headmaster Dumbledore was at a disadvantage?" Hermione asked softly.

"I—well, I'm not sure," Harry shook his head, trying to recall the fleeting image he'd seen, "I could feel Voldemort's emotions, he was excited, confident, and seemed to have a winning chance, and he There was also mention of the curse—”

"Isn't that a lie?" said Ron, visibly relieved. "We've seen it with our own eyes."

Harry didn't speak. He found it difficult to describe Voldemort's mood swings in words. He was so confident that he seemed to really think that he could kill Dumbledore, so he was deceived?

"I think Professor Haipu stayed at school because he knew the curse was fake." Ron said calmly, "We can ask the professor to confirm, oh—not now, there are still 10 minutes before the end of the exam .”

"Can you still see the picture of their duel now?" Hermione asked, picking up the key.

"No," said Harry dully, "blocked out by Occlumency."

This is really a bad thing.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron pretended to be relaxed and said: "That's okay, we should trust Dumbledore, think about the first two battles, he hasn't lost against the mysterious man yet! He is the last The mighty white wizard... By the way, Harry, I think you may not realize that the OWLs are over."

"It's over?" Harry repeated blankly, not turning the corner in his head.

"Yeah, after working for a whole year, we finally got rid of the exam and came out half an hour earlier than the students of this class," Ron grinned, "They are still staying in the exam room now. That's great. "

"This thing is definitely worth bragging about for a lifetime!"

……

"Not here either."

Felix came out of the dripping cave, behind him a raging fire was burning in the damp and dark air, and a woman's hoarse voice came out from the flames.

A trace of doubt flickered in his eyes.

"Another sliced ​​soul piece, so Voldemort just taught the woman how to split a soul, but not how to make a Horcrux? Voldemort lied to her?"

Felix unfolded a map, and there were dozens of small dots on it. They were all members of the Order of the Phoenix. These people were divided into seven groups, and the ink dots representing their names kept jumping on the parchment.There is still a large blank area on the map, but some important places are marked on it:
Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Godric's Hollow, Witchtown, Five Feathers Street, Zombie Lane, Comgarry Vale, former Wool's Orphanage, London neighborhoods, UK Counties...

All the places that have something to do with the magic world are concentrated on this map.

Would Voldemort hide Horcruxes and Bellatrix abroad?
After discussing it with Dumbledore, Felix and Dumbledore decided that it was unlikely.Even setting aside Voldemort's morbid obsession with domination of the British wizarding world, there are more practical factors at play: distance doesn't really mean much to wizards.

If it can be found hidden in the UK, it won't be hidden for too long if it is hidden in a corner of the world.

Many times, it's just a matter of magic.

What's more...

Felix has hidden his identity and visited several well-known witch priests in Africa. They have a magical ability to make inaccurate predictions by relying on self-mutilation.After paying a considerable amount of Galleons, a dying old wizard finally agreed to divination for him.

But the two disagreed on the content of divination.

The old wizard insisted on not agreeing to directly target a powerful wizard like Voldemort for divination. According to him, "the price to be paid is too high, and the results are not reliable." '

So the content of divination fell on Felix - to see how lucky he is on this day.The final conclusions reached were rather vague, with the old wizard muttering that he would 'get a lot of help' today.

Felix wasn't too satisfied with the result, but the old wizard had already started to vomit blood. He had no choice but to bid Garen his farewell and leave. Ask Trelawney, God knows what she might have said in her waking state.

He didn't want to hear any 'unknown' before the final battle.

Felix’s greatest reliance was the various preparations he had made in advance—whether it was Voldemort’s magical power extracted from the Death Eaters, Bellatrix’s hair collected in Malfoy Manor, or That avatar with an incomparably real entity that was proctoring the exam instead of him.

He even held the last backhand.

That was the inspiration brought to him by the house elves. In order to keep the secret to the greatest extent, Amelia Bones had to secretly work overtime for two weeks by herself, trying to piece together all the ancient documents from the pile of old papers. content……

Felix picked up the sound-transmitting mirror, and on the mirror was a picture of Sirius—it was taken by Harry holding Sirius by force, so most of the time, Sirius in the picture seemed rather impatient, constantly fiddled with the A tassel hanging from the hat to the tip of the nose passed the time.

"Sirius."

The person in the photo immediately jumped up, and after a few seconds, Sirius said with a serious expression: "Everything is ready, Kreacher is by my side." His voice was low, calm and serious.

"I'll come over now."

As Felix said, he stepped out and appeared on the steps in front of No. 12, Grimmauld Place.

Sirius waited there holding Kreacher's hand.Sirius whispered: "I made an agreement with Kreacher, he knows the meaning of doing this." At this moment, there were two crisp "crack" sounds from the door, and Remus Lupine and Tonks were holding hands Appear.

"Felix?" said Lupine. "We scoured twelve spots on the map with the detectors you gave us, but found nothing."

Felix nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

A few more minutes passed, and there was not much left before the scheduled time. Several groups of members of the Order of the Phoenix returned one after another, but they did not find Bellatrix. The evil creation of Bellatrix's soul shard and Voldemort's magic.

"Is that thing really mixed with Bellatrix's soul?" Frank Longbottom asked in amazement, and after getting an affirmative answer, he showed a complicated expression on his face. "I know that Voldemort is cruel and vicious, but I never thought that he would not spare even his last loyal subordinate..."

"The Alastor group hasn't come back yet, so there won't be any accidents?" Bill Weasley said with a frown.

Felix looked down at the complete map in his hand, "His condition is normal, he may have been tripped—"

At this time, Kreacher tiptoed up to Felix and pulled his sleeve, "Dear Mr. Haip——Can Kreacher really take on the heavy responsibility? Kreacher—Can Kreacher do it for you?" Does the Dark Lord work?"

"Your role is much greater than imagined, and I can guarantee your safety," Felix said.

Kreacher looked relieved.

Sirius said with a dark face at the side: "I have told you so much, but you don't believe it, but you will believe it after a few words from an outsider. Who is your master!"

"Of course it's you!" Kreacher replied loudly, then turned around, shrugged his small shoulders and whispered in a voice that everyone present could hear clearly: "But the master was not reliable at all when he was young, and was It's a shame to be wrongly thrown into prison, who knows what mistakes he made this time..."

"Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are afraid of danger, your courage is only as big as a peanut!"

"That's not true! Kreacher is not afraid of danger, Kreacher is worried that he will not be able to avenge Master Regulus!" the house elf shouted at his master with a bullfrog-like voice.

While speaking, another group of people descended from the sky.

It was Moody and Mundungus, and Dedalus Diggle, their clothes dusty, but no one was hurt.Moody came over on crutches and said gruffly, "Our group ran into a magic trap, and it took a while to decipher... but it was empty." His magic eye circled around, and then spoke with The normal eye fell on Kreacher together.

"So we're going to put our hopes on this little guy? I can't wait to see it."

Lupine, Tonks, Moody, Mundungus, Dedalus Diggle, Hestia Jones, Bill Weasley and other members of the Order of the Phoenix scattered far away and formed a circle to act as guards. He looked solemnly at the two people and the house-elf standing on the steps.

Kreacher solemnly puffed out his thin chest and looked at Sirius.

Sirius took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said:

"I, Sirius Black, the last orthodox heir of the Black family, voluntarily renounced all rights to the house-elf Kreacher. According to the ancient contract, Kreacher automatically belongs to the offshoot member of the Black family - Bellatrix S. Black's name!"

"O-obey, master." Kreacher was trembling all over, and bowed deeply to him.

He was bent so low that his fleshy nose was pressed against the ground, and out of his loose white pillowcase slipped a green locket that glistened in the sun.

"Leave it to me." Felix put his hand on Kreacher's shoulder and said softly.

……

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"What are you going to do, Potter." Snape looked coldly at Harry who was blocking the way, his thin lips twisted into a smile: "I heard you gave up the last exam? What a crazy decision , but it sure looks like you made it." He looked away from Harry, lingering briefly on Ron and Hermione.

"The Iron Triangle is assembled again... are you ready to save the world again? Tell me—this time for what, Saint Potter?"

Harry was furious in his heart, Snape had the ability to provoke his anger with a sentence or two, and he also hated Draco Malfoy incidentally, Harry did not forget 'Saint Potter' and 'Scarhead' who came up with these two nicknames.

"I want your help," said Harry, trying to sound less aggressive. "I meant 'please,' sir. I know that Headmaster Dumbledore is dueling Voldemort right now—"

"This has nothing to do with you, Potter," said Snape.

Harry spoke hastily. "I know you're very good at Occlumency and Legilimency, yes, I know, Professor Heap mentioned it in passing. I hope—"

"You wish—" Snape folded his arms over his shoulders, looking Harry in the eyes, "—what?"

"If those feelings are true," Harry held his breath, the green eyes exactly like Lily met Snape's gaze, "...if you have been longing for Voldemort's downfall—" he demanded:
"Then use Legilimency on me! Break my Occlumency!"

(End of this chapter)