A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 302: Burning

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Hagrid came out of the room first with Ron in his arms, followed by another Hermione, and after that, a tightly bound short man floated out, his whole body was upside down, head down On the road, bumping my head against the stone from time to time, "Oh!"

The little man's face was swollen quite a lot, his hands were tied behind his back and twisted together, and his clothes were torn. To avoid the stone, he tilted his head oddly to one side.

"Sirius, please—"

"You deserve it, Peter! You should be glad that Harry is kind enough..."

A wand stuck out, revealing Sirius' wary face as he limped, with Harry and Lupine supporting him from left to right. At the end was Snape, his expression was intriguing, and the wand in his hand was always aimed at Peter Pettigrew.

"Sirius, you should go to the hospital," Harry whispered.

"No! I want to watch him be convicted!" Sirius bared his teeth and smiled deeply, "It's better to give him another dementor kiss." His wand was lowered, and the little Peter Dwarf let out a piercing cry of pain.

…

Hermione hid behind the huge pumpkin and looked around, "Professor, should we do something? Professor McGonagall warned me not to change the past."

"I also think we should be cautious, but..." Felix gently hooked his fingers, and a small stone silently stuck to Peter Pettigrew, who fell again.

Until they were gone, Felix and Hermione came out of the shadows.

"Professor, what did you just do?"

"I magic-marked Peter Pettigrew—just in case, as you said just now, they will be trapped on the covered bridge, and if he escapes as a mouse while taking advantage of the chaos, I can find him!"

Hermione thought about it seriously and thought it was a good idea.

The two were hanging far behind these people. Hagrid strode so fast that he threw the people behind him away in a short while, and the "other Hermione" who was following him had to trot to catch up. later.

Hermione said with weird eyes: "From this angle, I looked so stupid at the time, Hagrid took one step, and I had to take three steps."

Felix laughed lightly, but soon his expression became serious: "I don't want to touch the forbidden zone of time, so my plan is to let everything develop 'step by step' until you see When the future comes, I will appear again.”

Hermione nodded, this should be the best way. She imagined that half an hour later, when the army of dementors attacked on the covered bridge, Professor Haipu suddenly appeared and rescued everyone in one fell swoop.

Doesn't change what happened in the past, but actually affects the future.

The two walked unhurriedly, keeping a distance of two or three hundred feet from Harry and the others. Felix asked, "I have a few more questions. How did you hear Umbridge?" The conversation with Fudge?"

Hermione explained: "I followed Hagrid to the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey said that Ron was not in danger, so I turned back and wanted to see Harry and the others, but unexpectedly saw Umbridge greet him. Fudge, there are a group of Aurors behind him."

She said angrily: "That woman is too rude. Relying on the power of the Minister of Magic, she is very rude to Professor McGonagall. If Principal Dumbledore is not here..."

"She had a conflict with Professor McGonagall?"

"That's right, Professor McGonagall asked her why she put dementors in the school, but Umbridge didn't even look at her, he just flattered Fudge."

"That's right..."

Felix looked ahead, there was the wounded Sirius, and these people were not walking fast. Especially after going through an uphill, which made their speed even slower.

The wind carried their conversation to one ear, and it was the tangled voice of Sirius: "I don't know if anyone told you—Harry, I am your godfather..."

Ten minutes later——

"Here we come!"

Felix suddenly broke the silence, Hermione looked in the direction of his line of sight, and vaguely saw a pink, round shape, she said in surprise: "Is that woman?"

Then they heard a long whistle, Hermione felt a chill down her spine, and a black thing floated out, like a black plastic bag blown by the wind, it flew towards Harry and the others quickly, At this time, Harry and the others were still some distance away from the covered bridge.

Hermione took a deep breath, and more and more dementors appeared. They responded to Umbridge's call like a black plague, covering half of the sky.

"It's a dementor!" She heard Professor Lupin's voice say in the distance, "Why are there dementors in the school? The Ministry of Magic promised... quickly use the Patronus Charm!"

At this time, it was almost dusk, the sun was half covered, and half of the light was swallowed up. The dementor hung high in the air, spraying black mist continuously, as if it had entered the night ahead of schedule.

A silvery light pierced the darkness, it was Lupine's spell, he held up a silver barrier, but it was an incomplete Patronus.

Not far from them—"Let's move closer," said Felix, casting a faint silvery glow over the two of them.

"Professor, what is this?" Hermione looked at her glowing hand.

"Unpleasant memories, dementors will subconsciously avoid us, of course, the premise is that they have better choices." Felix said.

The two got close enough to see the expressions on Lupin's faces, and Lupine called eagerly, "Harry, Sirius, use the Patronus Charm, and Severus... If you can!"

The silver barrier he propped up continued to condense, and a huge physical Patronus appeared. It was a wolf—the thing Lupine hated the most, but he had to use it at this moment.

With the appearance of the wolf-shaped patron saint, the crisis was temporarily relieved. The silver giant wolf roared silently, jumping and flying dementors one after another.

Harry's mind cleared up for a moment, his lips trembling, and he subconsciously recited the incantation: "Huo Shenhu—hu, Huo Shen—Huu God's Guardian!" A silver mist flew out from the tip of the staff, relying The shapeless Patronus shimmered, and he felt better, the initial suffocation disappeared, and he breathed heavily.

"Not enough! Not enough..." Lupine shouted: "Sirius, Severus!"

But Snape didn't move, his expression was stiff, the wand in his hand was tightly clenched, and his knuckles were white.

Sirius lightly tapped one leg on the ground, he held up his wand, and kept chanting: "Call for protection! Call for protection! Call for protection...Damn it, I can't do it!"

"What you can't do, we learned together." Lupine cried.

"I can't help it... Those happy memories are all related to James." Sirius covered his face in pain, under the influence of the dementor, his lips turned blue like Snape .

Harry looked at Sirius, as if he had met this man for the first time, and he had truly recognized his identity as godfather. He mustered up the courage to recall all kinds of happy memories, the silver light kept surging, and something gradually took shape.

But there were too many dementors, "Let's go to the bridge!" Lupine said decisively.

Peter Pettigrew, who was tied up, was put on his body. He rolled his eyes and kept thinking about the escape route, "Be honest, Peter! There is a cliff below..." Sirius threatened and pushed him hard Give him a hand and let him go.

The green light on Snape's wand disappeared, and he gave Sirius a vicious look, which made Sirius baffled.

They boarded the covered bridge, fought and retreated, only Lupine had a complete combat power on the field, but his Patronus could not fight against an army of hundreds of dementors, especially as they continued to spray black smoke, piercing the bones. The cold made everyone's breath white, and felt like they were going to be frozen.

Snape sent a few red lights towards the sky, his face darkened, "There will be others coming, definitely..."

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While all the dementors were being attracted away, Felix whispered to the side: "When time returns to normal, you should appear on the other side of the covered bridge?"

"Yes, I came with the people from the Ministry of Magic. After taking a look from a distance, I hid and used the Time-Turner." Hermione said, looking anxiously at the bridge, "It should be soon... People from the Ministry of Magic are coming soon."

"You should worry about yourself! People from the Ministry of Magic will come over later, how do you get through the covered bridge and get to the other side?" Felix said calmly: "If I remember correctly, you should return to the To the original position?"

Hermione glanced at him in surprise, "You are right, professor, a closed loop of time and space must be formed." She suddenly realized the problem and screamed, "Then what should I do, My God! If I can't make it back in time, I, I—" She shivered in fear, remembering the consequences of abusing the time-turner she had seen.

"How long has it been since you saw Harry and the others for the last time and when you used the time-turner?"

"About seven or eight minutes! At that time, many students rushed over, I had to avoid them, and hid in a bathroom to use the time converter."

"That's enough. I will create an opportunity for you...you should be able to hide it by wearing the invisibility cloak and the illusion spell." Felix looked at her seriously, "It must be Seize the opportunity."

Hermione nodded emphatically. She didn't know what the professor was going to do, but she trusted him without reservation.

"You stay here first, it's best to put on the invisibility cloak now and be ready..."

Hermione hurriedly put on the invisibility cloak, and Felix cast all kinds of spells on her to block smells and sounds, so she looked as if she didn't exist.

Then, Felix stepped onto the covered bridge, bearing the illusion spell.

There was a sound of footsteps from across the bridge. Umbridge, wearing a very conspicuous pink dress, led a dozen Aurors to appear with a smile on her face, and said in a shrill voice, "Minister, just ahead!" The stocky figure was none other than the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Professor McGonagall followed him. She glanced at the scene on the corridor bridge and immediately widened her eyes, "Minister Fudge, you must stop these dementors! They are attacking the professors at Hogwarts, or Two!"

Umbridge chuckled: "That's because they hang out with the most vicious fugitives from Azkaban, you see, they also attack the Ministry of Magic... Minerva, I thought you didn't Will cover them."

"Severus and Remus won't shelter fugitives!" McGonagall said angrily.

Fudge patted his stomach, "Don't worry, Minerva, we can control the dementors and won't hurt these two professors, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Dumbledore..."

He gestured to Umbridge with his eyes, and Umbridge took out a black whistle from his pocket and blew it with puffed cheeks. She looked like a bird waiting for prey. toad.

The whistle sounded, and the dementors received the command, and their attacks became more violent, constantly shuttling and flying in the gaps on the corridor bridge, and ice crystals condensed in the air.

The wisps of black mist were blown by the wind and drifted towards the people of the Ministry of Magic. Fudge shivered, and muttered in a low voice: "Damn things." He tightened his collar and watched intently. On the bridge, the professor named Snape shot an invisible spell from his wand, miraculously, it was able to slightly block the attacking steps of the dementors.

However...Fudge stretched out his thick fingers, "Who is that tied up?"

Professor McGonagall looked carefully for a moment, and exclaimed: "It's Pettigrew Peter!"

"How is it possible, isn't he dead?" Fudge asked suspiciously, he felt something was wrong, as if something had gone wrong - the sudden appearance of a person who had been dead for more than ten years was abnormal no matter how he thought about it.

Umbridge rolled his eyes, "Minister, maybe the hero didn't die back then, but just lost his memory. He recently saw the news of Sirius Black's escape from prison. He was stimulated to recover his memory and decided to fight against more than a dozen people again. A strong enemy from years ago..."

Fudge's eyes lit up, "You're very sensible——"

"No!" said Professor McGonagall suddenly, "Peter Pettigrew is an illegal Animagus who disguised himself as a mouse and stayed in one of my students' homes for more than ten years! Dumbledore suspected betrayal of Bo The Tets are someone else. Minister Fudge, you should stop attacking and find out the truth."

Fudge frowned, and he said anxiously: "What are you talking about? Peter Pettigrew is a hero recognized by the Ministry of Magic and a recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class, how could it be..."

But he understands Professor McGonagall's character, she never lies, Fudge is a little undecided, watching the battle on the covered bridge hesitantly.

At this moment, it has reached the most critical moment. Snape has been using concealed black magic, and the effect on the dementors is not obvious, so he can barely support it.

The dementors became more violent, and Sirius' flames became weaker and weaker, until one of the dementors flew past him, taking away the last memory of his happiness.

"No—" His wand dropped.

There was a vacancy in the defense, and more dementors rushed forward, and the silver mist propped up by Harry became thinner and thinner, and he felt like he was supporting a mountain, and he bent down overwhelmed.

Various hallucinations began to appear in his mind, he heard his mother's voice again, this time it was exceptionally clear, he tried his best to resist, but his reaction became weaker and weaker.

Then, Harry found himself surrounded by a warm force, and he heard a gentle voice saying: "Harry, cheer up, think about happy memories..."

Harry realized that he was free from the influence of the dementors. He regained consciousness and glanced around quickly. He keenly noticed the silver light brewing at the tip of Snape's staff, but he didn't have time to think about it. In a few steps, he saw his godfather fell to the ground, a dementor leaned over, lifted the tattered hood on its head, revealing a rotting hole that looked like a mouth, and he even smelled rotten breath.

"No, no!" Harry tried desperately to imagine what it would be like to have a new home, to imagine living with his godfather, "Call God to protect you!" Gathering together, the silver mist rolled like continuous waves, and a dazzling silver creature stepped out from the sea, but just stood still, and silver ripples rippled away, throwing the dementor far away.

Immediately afterwards, it began to run around Harry in circles, flying dementors one after another with its huge silver horn, and the army of dementors kept retreating and was routed.

Umbridge and Fudge couldn't close their mouths in surprise, "This is Harry Potter?" Fudge said strangely.

Umbridge was stunned for a moment, then picked up his whistle and blew violently, urging the dementors to attack.

"Old woman, what do you want to do!"

Before they knew it, a group of students surrounded them, and they said with righteous indignation, a spell flew out from the corner, and hit Umbridge's black whistle directly, and the whistle exploded with a "bang", and Umbridge Mrich screamed and fell to the ground.

"Who! Who attacked the high officials of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge said furiously.

Professor McGonagall raised her wand, followed her, and the students around her. She suppressed her anger and said sternly: "Minister Fudge, immediately order the dementors to stop attacking. If something goes wrong , you will regret it."

Fudge looked around blankly, he had never been pointed at by so many magic wands, all he could see were young and angry faces, even the elite Aurors he brought had no fighting spirit, They can't hit the students.

Fudge's attitude softened, and he tried his best to justify: "I'm actually...not..." He was stunned for a few seconds, turned around, and ordered loudly: "Let the dementors come back, the Aurors are dispatched, don't hurt Anyone!"

A subordinate next to him reminded in a low voice: "Minister, the whistle controlling the dementors has blown up."

Fudge was furious: "Can't you control the dementors without that **** whistle?"

The man said in horror: "Under normal circumstances, it is fine, but right now they are seriously injured and need to eat urgently..."

Fudge's pupils dilated for a moment, as if echoing these words, the collapsed dementors gathered again, they were not dead, but the robes on their bodies became more and more tattered, and some of them still had big holes hanging on their chests .

It was poked out by Harry's Patronus, but it wasn't fatal, not even a minor injury. The shape is not necessary for the dementors, but they feel hungry, and there is nothing in front of them. There was a gluttonous feast.

They aimed at the students behind the Auror, circling continuously, like blackbirds announcing mourning, but facing the former controllers, they seemed a little apprehensive, sucking the air on the periphery, and the temperature dropped visibly to the naked eye. The young student exhaled puffs of white mist with a pale face.

On the other side, Harry was leaning against the fence, heavily dressed, he was dying of exhaustion, barely letting himself fall. The Patronus came cantering back toward him, and it was not a horse nor a unicorn, but a stag. It glowed all over, and when he reached out to touch the horns on its head, the Patronus dissipated.

Success! He managed to save Sirius, Professor Lupine, and... Snape. Harry glanced around, his godfather was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, with a look of survivors on his face, and Lupine was sitting on the ground wearily.

He turned his head to look at Snape, only to see Snape dragging his precarious body, swinging his wand like a sharp blade, and shooting a horrifying green spell from the tip of the wand, his eyes widened suddenly, Reality seemed to overlap with the dream, and he heard his mother's scream again, followed by green light filling his vision...

That's Avada Kedavra!

How could Snape use this spell? No, who is he using it on?

Harry realized belatedly that Peter Pettigrew had disappeared, leaving only his clothes on the ground. He followed the direction of Snape's spell and saw a black mouse fleeing desperately.

Snape wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew!

But at this moment, a hand appeared from the air and grabbed Snape's wand, "Severus, he's not worth you."

"Don't stop me, Felix!" Snape's face twisted, and the hatred in his eyes was more intense than anything Harry had ever seen before, "Let me complete my revenge... I I beg you!"

"There's a better way," said Felix, throwing a spell, and the rat's body suddenly lit up, its head lengthening, as did its torso, which he drew from the Animagus's Breaking out of the state, he stumbled to his knees on the ground.

Peter Pettigrew was very unlucky. He just ran to the other side of the covered bridge. A dozen steps away was a group of Aurors and students. Attracted by the sudden scene.

Seven or eight dementors slid down and floated down, one of them strangled Peter Pettigrew's neck, and let go of the hood on his face—

"No! Forgive me, I shouldn't have betrayed you, James, Lily, the Dark Lord forced me, he's too strong...you don't know his methods!" Peter Pettigrew cried in despair .

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic stared wide-eyed, and their raised wands were suspended in the air. Everyone, including McGonagall, froze in place. They were all shocked by Peter Pettigrew's sudden shocking remarks.

At the end of his life, he seemed to wake up and yell desperately: "He's coming back! The man who can't even mention his name is coming back! I did something wrong, forgive—"

His voice stopped abruptly as the dementor sucked his soul.

Snape took a few steps back, fell to the ground in a daze, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, he covered his face and muttered to himself.

For a long time, Fudge said loudly: "Ridiculous! What nonsense is he talking about!"

Professor McGonagall said sharply: "Only you think so, he has made it clear enough. Also, your dementor is out of control!"

The dementors are really out of control. The spirit of Peter Pettigrew stimulated them, and they were not satisfied with hovering outside the big meal, drank some soup, and began to approach tentatively.

Fudge backed away in horror, shrinking himself into the crowd: "Protect me, use the Patronus Charm!"

But unfortunately, the Patronus Charm is not a regular spell, and even Aurors don't have requirements for this spell. Counting the people present including Mag, there were only four people who knew the Patronus Charm.

McGonagall frowned. She didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to be so miserable, especially the Minister of Magic Fudge, who looked like he was going to be scared. She controlled her Patronus, as Harry did, the intense light gathering, but she heard Felix's voice.

"Now is the time!"

What now? She turned her head and opened her mouth wide in surprise. Felix was standing on the edge of the covered bridge, holding a colorless transparent vortex in his hand, blue magic power was surging around his body, and dementors were torn off one by one , shrunk and plunged into the whirlpool.

One, two, ten, twenty... These dementors moved away from them uncontrollably, falling from the sky like black rain...

Felix maintained his magic, when he heard light footsteps passing by, it was Hermione wearing the Invisibility Cloak, he raised the corners of his mouth, "The opportunity is right, Miss Granger."

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione said softly ~IndoMTL.com~ She carefully avoided Auror and Professor McGonagall, and walked through a group of students, "Who is hitting me?" Someone muttered dissatisfiedly, " Don't squeeze, you can see clearly, Professor Haip is so cool, and Harry's Patronus, my God, it's incredible!"

After more than ten seconds, there was no longer a dementor in the sky. Felix held the spherical vortex, looked at the ministers of magic and Aurors who were stunned, and said softly: "Since these dementors If it gets out of control enough to attack the students and the Minister of Magic, there is no need to keep it..."

"Peng!"

A white flame was ignited in the spherical vortex, and the vortex began to rotate violently, and large puffs of black smoke gushed out, transforming into distorted faces, but they were quickly burned by the flames, and the vortex The black dots disappeared one by one, as if they had never appeared.

Umbridge, with a mouth full of blood, opened her eyes and saw the scene of Felix burning the dementor. The memory of the past emerged, and she screamed and passed out.

"Ha, Mr. Hape..." said Fudge tremblingly.

Felix showed his white teeth, "You're welcome, this is what I should do."