A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 619 Vent
Harry ran away in a hurry, he was afraid that if he continued speaking, he would not be able to resist doing something strange.He never wanted his last impression of Ron to be that of holding him and crying, snot and tears.

"Professor," he said out of breath, his heart pounding.

Felix nodded, with no expression on his face, "It's better to wait for everyone to leave, so as not to attract attention."

Harry watched Ron follow the crowd away, giving them a suspicious look as he left.Finally, the cheerful and lively atmosphere gradually disappeared, and Harry's mood inevitably became depressed along with the empty and silent auditorium.

A few more minutes later, Felix took Harry away.

Harry followed behind in a trance. Those few minutes allowed him to bring out the emotions that he had been deliberately suppressing during the summer vacation, surging violently in his mind. He felt like a drowning person, losing his life little by little. hope.Harry wondered as they walked through the dimly lit foyer towards the spiral staircase, shouldn't they be going outside?

Then, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze staring at him from behind, he turned his head suddenly, and saw a huge blurry black figure standing at the entrance of the dark underground stairs, confronting him motionless.

Harry tripped over the steps, and when he raised his head again, the black figure had disappeared, and his hands and feet felt cold.

Felix stopped, looked at the empty stairs, thoughtful.

"Severus."

"So, is that Snape?" Harry said in shock.

"It's Professor Snape...Maybe it's because he's worried." Felix said uncertainly, and they went up the stairs, Harry seemed absent-minded, complicated thoughts intertwined in his mind, there was a sentence that Harry didn't say, He just thought of Ron's uncle Billyers inexplicably.

Billiers died 24 hours after seeing the ominous - a large black dog.

But there was more than one kind of omen of death, Harry thought bitterly, thanks to Trelawney, he had learned a lot of 'unknown' omens in class.This had happened to him in his third year, when Harry was once terrified by Sirius' Animagus.This is all thanks to the nagging professor of divination.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to take her class this year.

But then Harry felt depressed for a while. Will he still be able to sit in class in the classroom tomorrow?Maybe this is just a wish for him, unless he becomes a ghost like Moaning Myrtle... I wonder if Dudley will be able to see himself by then?

"Follow."

Finding himself half a flight behind Professor Happe, Harry quickened his pace.

"Where are we going, Professor?" Harry asked random questions in order not to let his thoughts go any further.

"Classroom No. [-]."

"Room number seven?"

"Otherwise, where do you think you are going?" Felix replied casually.

"I thought... well, it would be some hidden cave, or a dungeon or something."

"Ah, you guessed it, didn't you?" Felix smiled, and they stopped at the door of classroom seven, "Dumbledore should already be in there." He was very surprised when he saw the rune pattern.

"Necessary measures." The smile on Felix's face became more obvious. "Actually, you can also use a key to open the door, but I think this method is more convenient."

"Are the students coming in like this?" Harry asked, doubting that anyone but Hermione could get in.

"Hey, didn't Dumbledore mention it at the dinner party? Classroom [-] is not open to the public this year, and some functions are placed next door... let's go." The door opened, and Felix opened it to let Harry in first.

Harry walked silently.

"Is Voldemort locked up here?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes, we are here."

Harry thought he would see a ring, or a cage or something, and then Dumbledore and Professor Hemp were the only spectators watching him fight Voldemort, but the reality was quite different, and Dumbledore stood firmly in a building. In front of the door of the small building on the second floor, he folded his hands in front of his beard, humming a little tune happily, as if he hadn't left the happy atmosphere of the dinner.

"Harry," Dumbledore said briskly, "I know you are full of doubts, but I hope you will remain calm and not scream."

After he finished speaking, he stepped aside.

Harry's eyes widened, and screams swirled in his throat—he saw Voldemort, his limbs hanging limply towards the ground, his whole body suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a silver transparent creature that was bigger than a basilisk. Ouroboros swallowed it and turned slowly.

The room was lit with dots of multicolored light that merged dreamily into the body of Ouroboros.

"This is--"

"Voldemort's private prison. He was completely trapped, from magic power to body, including consciousness." Felix said briefly, "Feel it carefully."

Harry was a little confused, so he could only hold his wand tightly.

Felix and Dumbledore looked at each other.Dumbledore said softly, "No, Harry, you don't need a wand - feel with your heart."

With a twitch in Harry's heart, he discovered something unusual. "I...uh," he looked at the two uncertainly, "I seem to be able to sense that snake..."

Felix smiled.

"Because there are your thoughts in it. This Ouroboros Patronus—let's call it that for the time being—is actually composed of multiple magics similar to the Patronus. You have read the information I gave you, It should be understandable, right?"

Harry thought about it seriously.

"The Patronus needs positive emotions, but professor you can substitute other emotions, demonstrated in the club before...but they still come together?"

In Harry's mind, he imagined a scene where several—or even a dozen different patron saints were put together. For the first time, he felt that his brain was not enough. He didn't know if the book on the patron saint he wrote was out of date. .

"It's hard," Felix said with a sigh. "There are things that have little to do with magic, and it's no wonder that those little ones don't agree with each other—they are all products of strong emotions. I have to find a common goal for them. A leader-like figure."

Harry froze for a moment, and he asked tentatively, "You mean... me?"

"It's your patron saint." Felix corrected: "How should I put it? Emotions don't lie to others, especially to myself. Although I also hate Voldemort from the bottom of my heart, it is still difficult to be wholehearted when facing him." bursting with strong emotions..."

Harry totally understood.

"...that's why you collected my Patronus at the end of last school year?"

"Yes, but it's already used up."

"Used up?" repeated Harry hoarsely, not understanding why his voice had suddenly started to tremble: "So you guys called me here because of this - to replenish emotional energy? Only I can do that, yeah... makes me think Think, because he killed my parents, and wanted to kill me, but unfortunately he left a scar on my forehead, oh, I almost forgot, the scar is the most important thing... there is Voldemort hiding in it A little piece of my soul."

Felix looked surprised and couldn't help exchanging glances with Dumbledore.That means, you told Harry?
"Severus told you?" Dumbledore asked, the joy fading from his face.

"I saw it myself, from his memory, yes, I know it all," said Harry through gritted teeth, his voice rising unconsciously, "on the day you caught Voldemort. Looks like Snape didn't Let me tell you, I guess he doesn't know how to handle the situation, as much as I do..."

"Who else did you tell about this, Harry? It's important." Dumbledore asked gravely.

"Don't worry, I told no one, I used the Occlumency you gave me," Harry said excitedly, trembling all over, but it was by no means out of fear, "I only have one question now, when will I go?" die?"

"Harry—" Dumbledore said with difficulty.

"I understand that this is my mission and the whole meaning of being alive, right?" Harry shouted, and the long-standing repression finally found a breakthrough at this moment, allowing him to vent freely, "But before that, I want to I can live a while longer because... because of my Patronus."

"Guardian!" he shouted, raising his wand, and a majestic stag rushed out from the tip of the wand. Like a real life and a real patron saint, it stood in front of its master, blooming from its body. The bright light shook the entire No. [-] classroom.

Harry calmed down.He flicked his wand, and the silver stag leaped through the air, and ouroboros came to life, spitting out its tail, and then, its huge snake eyes lowered, it stared at the stag, which had something in it that it longed for.

The Silver Patronus rushed into the mouth of Ouroboros recklessly, and merged with it.

Ouroboros jerked its head back, as if to let out a roar.Two bright lights shot out from the eyes, the body began to twist violently, even Voldemort on the tip of the tail began to tremble, but the next second, Ouroboros swallowed Voldemort and his own tail again.

Classroom No. [-] fell silent.

Harry spoke, in a tone of deathly calm:

"I've been thinking about this question for a while. I kept thinking about the dates in my mind, and I was thinking about my birthday. Maybe you will come to my door on the first day of summer vacation, but you didn't, and then Professor Haip found me , but he was for mr bagshot and i thought phoenix bonfire would be a good opportunity but none of you showed up... i thought to myself, yeah, you might be merciful and try to get me through my 16th ..."

"Has there ever been hope in me?"

"Maybe there was, but the last bit disappeared. Before I came, I was ready. But it doesn't seem to be the time yet. I just hope you make a decision soon, because... because I may suddenly die one day." I changed my mind, I don’t want to die anymore, before I change my mind, give me an exact date.”

Harry couldn't go on, he saw Dumbledore who was also in tears through his wet eyes.

(End of this chapter)