A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 182: Grimmauld Place

September 1st.

Felix got up early, transited through Diagon Alley, and returned to London.

He is going to make purchases for the new school year.

As well as updating his film stock library, he's stocked up on the latest books, clothes, but most importantly, he's found a map store.

This is a small shop with a sense of time, with a variety of maps on the simple brown shelves.

There are not only local maps of London, but also maps of the British Isles, and they are used for different purposes—aerial maps, tourist maps, traffic maps...

When Felix was about to buy a thick atlas, he casually asked the clerk, "Have you heard of Grimmauld Place?"

The clerk pushed his glasses and raised his head from a coloring book in front of him...

Thirty minutes later, he was standing in a run-down neighborhood in Old London.

The houses here are quite old, with peeling walls, revealing large areas of ugly gray. Frankly speaking, he did not expect the old house of the Black family to be hidden here.

He looked around, some houses were still inhabited, but some houses were obviously abandoned - there was a lot of garbage piled up at the door, and the windows were smashed.

On a more barren lawn, his sight fell on a house with the house number 11, Grimmauld Place.

He looked both ways, number 10 on the left and number 13 on the right.

"Interesting, is even the wizard's line of sight blocked?"

Felix stood where he was, constantly looking at something.

An old woman walked over slowly with a cloth bag, "Young man, what are you doing here?"

"Visiting a pen pal, ma'am. The address given is unclear, I'm trying to figure it out." Felix prevaricated.

"I've lived here for over fifty years, since birth... maybe I can help, just tell me."

"Uh, Grimmauld Square, the old town in west London, the house number behind it is blurred, I guess it's No. 12." Felix looked at the enthusiastic old woman with some helplessness.

"Number 12? This is impossible, young man, there is no such house." The old woman raised her voice, "You must have misremembered...or that friend of yours opened a nasty one with you. Just kidding."

"I also find it strange," Felix pointed at the house in front of him: "This is number 11, and there is number 13. Speaking of which, there is no number 12..."

The old woman let out a burst of hearty laughter: "...you are not the only one who has this doubt." She blinked and lowered her volume and said, "It was a mistake. I heard my grandmother say, oh, she too I heard from others that the house was built by a bunch of idiots. The workers completed their work. From the current point of view, it is not bad. But they put up the wrong house number, and the city hall did not find it when they checked , the error is retained."

"In my impression, some people have given feedback several times over the years, but there is no response. You also know that this place is not taken seriously at all. Maybe it will be demolished in more than ten years, so as to be unsightly. In the name of… Anyway, I will not agree, and I will not let my grandson agree—he is only two years old, but how do you say? Education should be early, and there are always some traditions that must be maintained.” She crooked Head, said humorously.

The old lady was quite talkative, and from her mouth, Felix also learned some unreliable legends.

For example, "No. 12 Grimmauld Place is real, it is a haunted house." Or, "The workers did not put the wrong number on the house, a nobleman bought it, but then the house disappeared It's..."

Felix was very interested in these legends, and from time to time he gave a few praises, which made the old woman look at him more satisfied, "There are not many young people like you who know how to respect the elderly, unlike the one next to me. , the stereo was still playing in the middle of the night, making people uneasy, and I knocked on the door several times to no avail."

Felix handed her a small card, and for a moment the old woman seemed to see a golden light flash across the surface of the card, but it could have been reflected sunlight.

"Ma'am, you can write a note on it and slip it through the door to the family, warning them to pay attention to the feelings of others. Well, it's better to attach a call to the police."

"Will it work?" The old woman took the card suspiciously, "People here are not very polite."

"Try it, it won't get any worse."

After declining her invitation, Felix cast a disillusionment spell on himself and stood quietly in place.

A few people passed by in the block from time to time, but no one paid attention to him.

When it was almost noon, he took out his wand and swiped it continuously, pushing away layers of fog, and his whole body was squeezed into the air.

His figure disappeared.

In a crack, Felix moved forward with difficulty, but was immediately blocked by an air wall, which was a very clever magic barrier.

Immediately he heard a piercing scream, the sound was so unpleasant that Felix shivered uncontrollably, and after a few seconds, he was repelled by a huge force and stood up again On the lawn of Grimmauld Place.

"Is there someone inside?"

Felix said in surprise, "Principal Black didn't mention this..." But thinking about it carefully, he thought it might be a house elf.

After hesitating for a moment~IndoMTL.com~Felix chose to leave. He can indeed squeeze in again and break through the barrier with his profound magical attainments, but this time may last for an hour or two, or even several days.

If anyone was inside, whether it was a wizard or a house-elf, they would not remain indifferent to his attacks.

'At least I know about this place. ’

Felix took a deep look, and the figure disappeared.

…

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts Express.

"Did you see, Harry? Malfoy is a coward, and he slipped away when he saw a professor around, which is in line with their family tradition!" Ron said a little meanly, but he couldn't blame him , because Malfoy had just laughed at his family.

"Ron," Hermione squealed, pointing at the professor sprawled across the little table. "Be careful..."

The three of them took a look, and found that the down-and-out professor was still fast asleep. They continued chatting, but in a much lower voice.

"I'm serious. If he dares to make fun of my family, I'll grab his head - Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.

"What?"

"You're so cool, even when Malfoy's around. You just draw your wand and look at Malfoy like he's a caterpillar or something."

"I feel the same way, Harry," said Hermione seriously.

Harry scratched his head: "Maybe it has something to do with my becoming stronger? When Malfoy provoked us, I didn't feel too angry. It was like watching a performance. It's strange..."

He looked at Ron and Hermione, and said in an uncertain tone: "I think it may be because even if I do, I can easily win. I predicted this result in advance."

Ron let out a weird cry, "That's cool, man!"