A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 627
Did Dumbledore really have the Resurrection Stone?In the past two weeks, Felix obtained the second information about the Soul Realm from Dumbledore, and he couldn't help but think about this question.Not much can be judged from Dumbledore's behaviour, his activities are extremely regular, eating in the Great Hall in the morning and showing up occasionally in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes during the day.

"Very well, Riddle, ten points for Slytherin," Felix said in class, looking at the boy with jet-black shiny hair in the first row, "You are the first to successfully turn a match into a needle." Student, do you have any tips?"

Young Tom Riddle rose to his feet.

"You have to be familiar enough with the object before and after the deformation," he said.

"Yeah, who here is more familiar with needlework than an orphan." A student said in a moderate voice, causing laughter all around, and the little wizard and his companion looked at Riddle's body maliciously. Used robes and old textbooks.

"Silent." Felix said, "I thought you would feel ashamed, because the background cannot be changed, but the level of effort can be determined by yourself." He looked at the expressionless Riddle, "Is there anything else?"

"Confidence and skill, I suppose, Professor Dumbledore," said Riddle.

"It's accurate enough, please sit down." Felix leaned on the podium. "Transfiguration is a complicated subject. It is more rigorous and scientific than most subjects. I personally think this is its advantage."

"Riddle just pointed out the method of learning transfiguration, confidence, skill, and enough familiarity with deformed objects...the first two can be obtained through training, but if you want to achieve something in the field of transfiguration, I want to share my experience Talk: Keep enough love and curiosity about life..."

The get out of class bell rang, and the students began to pack their things.

Felix looked at Tom Riddle. For some reason, the sunlight shining on him always looked old, as if it had been extracted from an old photo album.He left the room without a word, followed a group of Slytherins, and stopped them in an out-of-the-way corner.

"Avery," Riddle said softly, "You seem to have a problem with my clothes."

"Oh, fuck off, redneck," Avery sneered.

"Hillhill? I thought you'd come out of your mouth with harsher words like... Mudblood." Riddle said in an emotionless voice. For some reason, Avery and his companions suddenly felt breathless. Unsmooth, Avery stammered: "Study, the school doesn't allow it."

"But it doesn't prevent you from using it in private, does it?" Riddle asked almost in a whisper, "otherwise how would I know?"

Avery took a step back flinching, his back pressed against the corner of the wall.

"Listen, at least I haven't said it publicly, don't try to threaten me with telling the professor, even if you're on good terms with Professor Dumbledore—"

"Oh, you're scared," Riddle said contemptuously, "Dumbledore is on the side of Muggle-born wizards, so you have to keep your tails between your legs." Avery's face flushed with anger, but Riddle smiled, "As far as facts are concerned, the theory of bloodliness is necessary. I have read similar interpretations in Muggle books."

The expressions on Avery and his companion's faces turned bewildered.

"Nobles, that's what Muggles call those who have noble blood. They have a higher sense of honor than commoners. They are inspired by the achievements of their ancestors. They are born to do great things. Ollivander, who sells wands, told me Said these words—”

"He told me that too," Avery muttered.

"And I--"

"Me too."

There was a slight blush on Riddle's face, and the sternness in his eyes flashed past.He said unhurriedly: "Maybe it's just polite words, but there is no doubt that I heard the call from the blood of the ancestors in my body, and I feel this very clearly, right here in this school..."

"But you're an orphan," Avery said.

"My friend," Riddle held out his hand, and Avery held it dazedly, and then he froze and couldn't move.Riddle leaned closer and put it in his ear and said, "When gold is mixed with soil, its value will not be reduced. The real tragedy is those who pass it by."

He let go of his hand and tilted his head to look at the bewildered Avery, looking very satisfied.

"Very good," Riddle said lightly, "I heard that Professor Kettleburn got some ash snakes, do you want to go and have a look?"

"We're only in first grade," Avery said hesitantly, feeling the physical confinement disappear. "You can't take his class until third grade."

Riddle snorted loudly, and he said impatiently: "Is there any difficulty? We just need to walk up to him and say what we want. Seriously, I'm a little worried about what education you guys have received. Even such a simple thing can deter you."

Avery blushed, "Of course I have learned it!"

But Riddle just waved his hand lazily, "Leave the task of self-introduction to me, you just need to show a little courage and follow me..." His eyes stared fiercely at several people, "Don't say you dare not .”

And so an expedition was made, without even the slightest risk—the time Riddle had told them was a sunny weekend.

Riddle watched Avery and his companions leave, and his face returned to calm.

At this time, there was applause in the darkness—"Who?" Riddle shouted, he squinted his eyes and saw the brown beard appearing in the darkness, and the expression on his face quickly became polite, "Professor Dumbledore? "

"Little Tom, it seems that you have adapted well." Felix appeared with a smile on his face.

There was a flicker of panic in Riddle's eyes, "Did you hear that, sir? I don't want to defend myself, but," he said stubbornly, "I have to survive in school first."

"So you picked up that pedantic theory?" Felix asked mildly.

Riddle turned pale.

"Swinging the knife at the weaker ones is also a way," Felix said thoughtfully, "I'm more interested in how you plan to subdue Avery and the others, Fire Ash Snake... Ah, I understand Yes. Parseltongue."

"Then can you change my situation, sir?" Riddle no longer concealed, and asked sarcastically, "In the first few days of school, someone was talking about me behind my back, laughing at my robe and textbooks, what did you say at that time Study at ease...Of course, you haven't experienced it before."

"On the contrary," Felix said. "We still have a lot in common."

Riddle showed a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was judging the truth of these words. There is no doubt that he failed again, and he could not see the slightest extra emotion from that happy face, which made him annoyed at the same time. Can't help but secretly admire.

"I was sorted into Gryffindor College at the time. A year before I entered school, my father Percival attacked three young Muggles. It was widely spread." Felix said lightly: "People I see it as the son of a Muggle-hater, deliberately brought it up in front of me, discussed it with relish, and even some people with ulterior motives highly praised my father's approach."

"So how did you fight back?" Riddle asked.

"Study with peace of mind." Felix said with a smile: "Maybe what I said below is not very modest-but I still think I am right-I am talented and bright, and the school courses are not difficult for me... In just a few months, I stood out and people recognized me for my knowledge, not for having a muggle-hating father. I didn't need to please anyone, but I also helped and encouraged students. We quickly made friends."

Riddle thought for a moment, then looked up.

"You know I have an appointment with Avery, sir, and I'm still going to see the Ash Snake."

"Then go, Tom. I can't stop you from making friends." Felix backed away and disappeared. The corridor was cloudy at some point, and he knew that this was the end of the day.

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Felix came out of classroom seven and went back to the office, watching an owl fly out of the window.The owl circled the castle for two weeks before flying straight into the Gryffindor common room.

"You're finally out, Hermione, why is it so late?" Harry asked cheerily, as he and Ron were fixing the bows on their dresses.

"Just unwrapping presents," said Hermione curtly, also in a nice dress.

"Did you get anything weird?" Harry asked with interest.

"Lavender gave me a small bottle of love potion." Hermione blushed slightly.

Ron coughed violently.

"WTF?"

Hermione shut her mouth, "Stop asking nonsense." She gave Ron a fierce look, and then looked at the clothes the two were wearing, "It's packed? Let's go." They went downstairs, and along the way Ron was eagerly inquiring about the love potion, "Who are you going to use it for?" "I threw it away." Hermione said with a straight face.Ron was deeply skeptical of the claim, but Hermione had raised her wand and threatened to hang him from the balcony, and Ron had to shut up.

Harry was deeply sorry, although he had been silent, he was still quite curious.

Slughorn's office was much larger than the average room, and--whether it was for a party or not, the ceiling and walls were hung with hangings of emerald and crimson and gold, and from overhead they heard ethereal singing, Several house-elves walked around holding the dinner plate, and Ron picked up a chicken leg.

"It's so shiny, I guess it must have been covered with honey," he said with certainty.

"Harry, my boy!" Slughorn strode up, beaming, "And Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, I was just talking about your brother, the youngest director!" He Said something to Ron, then took Harry's hand and walked inside, while calling Hermione and Ron to "do it yourself".

"How did he know Percy was in charge?" Ron muttered under his breath.

"Isn't that obvious?" Hermione said, eagerly picking up a glass of mead and taking a sip.A drunken voice came from near the top of her head. "My dear, I must say the wine is a bit bland."

Hermione turned and Trelawney stretched out an arm that seemed to have been marinated in sherry, wiped the tip of Hermione's nose and brought back a glass of mead.

"Thank you, Professor Trelawney," said Hermione dryly.

Trelawney was not affected, she drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, smacked her lips contentedly, "The taste is not bad, the honey is added enough." Then, she seemed to finally see Hermione's face clearly .

"It's you," she said drunkenly, "I'm a little sorry that you gave up my class, you know, I not only teach knowledge, but also—" She belched loudly, and Hermione frowned. step. "There is also experience in life... Wisdom in life is all realized by myself, and I can't learn it elsewhere... Smooth sailing is not necessarily a good thing. I saw... er, an angry face on the crystal ball, Be on the lookout for... hidden dangers."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Do you want me to be careful not to be hit by a crystal ball in the dark? I will pay attention, after all, the range is not large." Ron beside him laughed, taking advantage of Trelawney's attention on On top of Ron, she strode away.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed to be chained to the gold buttons of Slughorn's velvet gown, and he carried him everywhere he went.Before he came back to his senses, he had already walked around the spacious office.

"Got it, Harry?" Slughorn said in a low voice, in a confiding tone.

"Learned... what?" Harry asked breathlessly, feeling terrible, like a monkey on display, smiling fakey at everyone he saw, even people he thought he knew well— For example, the Greengrass sisters put on a false face and smiled sweetly at him.

"Making connections," said Slughorn. "I can see you're lacking in that... Didn't your godfather teach you that?"

"Well, he's usually busy," Harry faltered.

"I really shouldn't," said Slughorn, shaking his head, and then said eagerly, "Although it's a bit presumptuous, maybe I should write him a letter, the last descendant of the ancient Black family..."

Harry stared, suspecting that Professor Slughorn was just looking for a chance to get in touch with the Black family.

At this moment, passing two people in front of the corner where they were hiding, Slughorn stretched out his fat arm nimbly, and managed to catch it. The person far away, forcibly dragged him over.

Harry exclaimed wonderfully in his heart, and felt that this move could be rated as one of the top ten saves of the year in Quidditch.

Varren, who was standing on Felix's shoulder, patted his chest with lingering fear, and glanced sympathetically at Harry who was cornered by the wall. Felix walked over and stood opposite the immobile Snape, with the corners of his mouth curled into Pleasant arc.

"Severus! Felix!" Slughorn yelled happily, wrapping his arms around Snape tightly. "Nearly missed you! I just took Harry for a walk, you're welcome, I found out that you two were very close to Harry - I was about to tell him that if he was going to go into politics -"

"I - didn't want to - go into politics," said Harry angrily, struggling desperately.Because Slughorn had been trying to grab him and join Snape.

Slughorn raised his fat fingers, "But you want to be an Auror, don't you? Minerva told me that she likes you and thinks highly of you...but you can't catch dark wizards all your life Right? Severus, please persuade him."

Snape narrowed his eyes as if looking at a dead man, and said calmly, "I never knew I had this kind of influence over Potter."

"Don't say that, Severus." Slughorn said with a smile, and Harry knew he had drunk a lot and was now in a high state. "I saw him using your old textbook, Yes, I recognized your handwriting at a glance, it was very scribbled, and I criticized you back then..."

　In a blink of an eye, it's the end of the month again, and I ask everyone for a monthly pass!
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