A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 190: Hair

Hermione was still struggling, and Harry raised his hand tremblingly.

"Very well, Potter, no matter whether you succeed or not, I will give you ten points for your courage." Felix nodded with satisfaction, and he looked at the others: "He needs an assistant, let him think of some happy things through words Do you have any volunteers?"

Many people from Gryffindor raised their hands.

But Draco also raised his left hand: "Oh, professor, I am willing to try. Potter, I have something to say to you, don't you dare?"

Harry said without fear, "It's you, Malfoy."

The two stood facing each other.

"I dare say my words will make you cry, Potter." Draco sneered, his voice deliberately kept low.

Harry stared at his platinum hair and said, "You can try it."

Draco squinted his light-colored eyes: "You should have heard of Sirius Black, right?"

"So what?"

"Hehe, Potter, if I were you, I would definitely take revenge regardless..."

Harry's heart tightened, he knew! He knew that Sirius Black was my dad's best friend! But why did he use the word 'revenge'? He suddenly thought of something, and his whole stomach turned.

But he said 'calmly': "What do you want to say?"

"Oh, Potter!" Draco grinned, his eyes flickering with malice, "Your parents, how did you die, you don't know, it's pathetic, surrounded by lies."

"I know," said Harry suddenly.

"What"

"I know everything. Black is a Death Eater. He took refuge in Voldemort. He made a wise choice... just like your father did back then." Harry suppressed the terrifying thoughts that arose in his mind. His task now was to fight back. Never show a cowardly expression in front of the enemy.

"What did you say?" Draco whispered.

Harry said blankly: "You know what I mean, the scum family, everyone knows what you are, don't you"

Draco's pale face turned red with anger, "How dare you! Potter..."

"Why don't you dare?" Harry smiled happily, he was suffocated by the sudden surge of depression, he had to find a way to vent, otherwise he would yell desperately .

He leaned in front of Draco, and the two of them were so close that Harry could even see his puffy nose, and he whispered in a low voice, "Malfoy, your family are all Voldemort's lackeys." , worse than any pure-blood family with backbone. Do you think you are very proud? But you are wrong! The shame of the Malfoy surname will accompany you for the rest of your life!"

"You, you..." Draco's mind was in chaos, and he retorted loudly, "My family is not the lackey of the mysterious man!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise, they could only hear the two whispering something before.

But at least they heard this sentence clearly.

"Really? Shout out to Voldemort." Harry also turned up the volume so that everyone could hear what he said.

The whole class became silent, deathly silent.

Felix flicked his wand to separate them slightly. "Okay, the test is over. Potter, Malfoy, go back to your seat."

The others looked at the golden looking glass above the table, which was shining brightly.

Amidst Ron's excited voice of "Good job, Harry!", Harry sat down again, and now he was in the mood to think about the thought that had just passed him by.

Revenge, revenge, what counts as revenge?

Unless Sirius Black did something wrong to him first.

The news he got from Hermione before was that Black and his father were good friends when they were in school, and they violated many school rules together. He, Hermione, and Ron speculated that the relationship between the two had completely broken with Black joining the Death Eaters and became enemies.

And Black escaped from prison to hunt him down, also to restore his master Voldemort's strength, just like Professor Quirrell in the first grade, there is no personal grievance in it.

But Harry found he was wrong, dead wrong.

From Mr. Weasley's attitude to the 'revenge' mentioned by Malfoy, he suddenly had an incredible idea.

Harry left get out of class in a daze, and even when Professor Haip asked everyone to come forward to choose their favorite magic puppet, he just took one at random.

Hermione happily hugged a puppet with ice blue hair, she saw the expression on Harry's face, "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

"Nothing." He stumbled away, and Ron shouted, "Where are you going? We should go to the auditorium for dinner." But he didn't pay attention at all, with his schoolbag in one hand and the black-haired puppet in the other, Straight back to the dormitory.

The dormitory was empty, so he opened the box under the bed and pushed aside the top pile of clothes until he came across a leather-bound magic photo album - Hagrid had given him two years ago, He looks through it every now and then.

Harry turned the pages impatiently, page one, page two, and then his breath stopped.

His eyes stopped on the photo of his parents on their wedding day, his dad smiled and waved to him~IndoMTL.com~ Mom's face was beaming with happiness, and they were holding hands together.

And beside his father, was a handsome, grinning man with dark hair, his face not sunken by imprisonment, his hair not tangled, but Harry recognized him immediately ——

Sirius Black!

Harry felt dizzy and his heart pounded. The churning in his stomach was stronger than the feeling after being specially trained by Professor Haipu, but he suddenly had a strong emotion.

The thought of revenge continued to eat away at his heart, he grabbed the wand in his hand and held it tightly.

'Maybe I should get out of Hogwarts, find that person, and... kill him! ’

But the thought was interrupted, "Harry!" Ron and Hermione walked into the dormitory, looking at him with worried faces.

Harry's tense heart became relaxed, and he let out a deep breath.

…

Later that day, Felix planned to visit Hagrid. During his adventure in the Forbidden Forest last year, he saw quite a few amazing magical creatures, and he might recommend them to Hagrid.

Like a baby unicorn, or a goofy-looking flower fairy.

But a phoenix with gorgeous feathers appeared in front of him, and he looked at it in surprise: "Fox? Is Dumbledore looking for me?"

The phoenix nodded, it landed on Felix's shoulder, and after a whirl, he appeared in the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat behind the long-legged table, dressed very formally, as if he was about to go out, or had just returned from outside. His expression was serious, and he didn't smile until he saw Felix.

"Felix, forgive me for calling you here so late."

"What's the matter, Dumbledore?"

"Sirius Black's hair." Dumbledore lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.