A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 493: Red Scar

At dusk, a tall figure appeared on the edge of the Muggle town. He turned into a side road and walked for more than ten minutes in the dark woods. In front of a dilapidated old house.

"Knock knock!"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Accompanied by a tooth-piercing "creaking" sound, the door was carefully opened from the inside.

"Who?"

A hoarse voice that seemed to be soaked in a jar and soaked in salt water for several days and nights asked. Immediately afterwards, a wand was tremblingly handed out from the darkness.

"Rydon Seymour with the red scar?" asked the young voice.

The strange visitor, ignoring the wand pointed at him, looked down to check a list, made a "tsk tsk" sound, and read the words on it with interest, "Lydon Seymour, born in The famous Timothy Witch Town, born in 1847, was brought up by his aunt, um - although you are a man, it does not affect that you have inherited all kinds of weird black magic, smuggled and sold black magic items, and Put all your income into the research of black magic. During the Wizarding War, you chose to help Voldemort, and it is said that you were praised by the high-level Death Eaters..."

"Is it you?"

The visitor raised his head, revealing a young face, his light blue eyes seemed to be shining, and one or two images of runes flashed from his pupils from time to time.

The wand fell to the ground.

"You are, you are, you are - Felix Hep! You, you have finally come to the door!" The dark wizard named Lydon Mosier was spread out by the door frame, and the dim light outside On him was a terrified face.

The person in front of him is dressed as a typical dark wizard. His whole body was wrapped in a black airtight robe, his bones were bony, and traces of various magic experiments could be faintly seen from his bare skin. His right index finger was covered with a layer of silver powder, but one could find that it was Wrinkled skin, a piece of red tender flesh was exposed on his neck, twisting and climbing up half of his face, it was flushed, it seemed that he had just healed, but the mark had been there for more than twenty years.

His nickname comes from this.

Felix flashed into the room, looking around, walking cautiously on the floor. Apart from avoiding the moldy and dusty objects, and not touching any traps in the room, he finally picked a fairly clean chair and sat down.

The owner of the house has regained his composure, at least on the surface. Mosil clutched his wand, staring at Felix deeply. As if to be different from the cowardly look just now, he said in a low voice: "You shouldn't be here, Haipu, I'm not those lone wizards who were chased away by you, I have friends, they—"

"Are you talking about Bonnard, Enolyn? Or Kenditch?" Felix asked.

Mosil looked at him in surprise, "What did you do to them?" Now the wizard was looking around, as if looking for an escape route.

"Well, after my persuasion, they obviously realized how unwise it is to stay in the current situation, so they decided to go out for a while," Felix said lightly: "Convince them It took some time, but fortunately, the results are gratifying, and I told them that when the news of Voldemort's death spread, they will be completely safe."

"Then we have to wait," Mosier showed a mocking expression, "How long did the last war last? Ten years?"

"You can't blame me," Felix nodded his head in the direction of the document, "follow the rules."

Mosier's nose twitched abnormally, and the bright red color climbed up half of his face along the scar. He growled: "You are eliminating dissidents! You didn't convict me more than ten years ago, Now you want to kick me out of the UK for inexplicable reasons?"

"There is no evidence."

"What—"

"The reason why you were not arrested at the time was because you did it very covertly, Mosil, the Ministry of Magic did not have any real evidence, but don't pretend that you are innocent because of this, you can't fool me, you can't fool anyone Master of memory, that's why this job fell into my hands."

Felix pointed to his eyes calmly, a few silver spots of light flickered around the pupils, like a ring around the blue planet, Mosier shrank his eyes away, he had never seen Such terrible eyes.

Felix raised the document in his hand again.

"There are hundreds of examples like yours. The Ministry of Magic is very difficult for you. If you let it go, you may be pulled to the other side in a short time, but if you do something in advance, such as locking you up, It seems too mean, although-well, please forgive me, your crime is so obvious in my eyes-"

"Don't read my mind!" Mosil growled, "Memory can never be used as evidence!" His wand lit up, black mist wrapped around the tip of the wand, and the whole room became extremely dark.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" Felix asked softly.

Mosil's gathered courage was flat like an old tire, and he leaned on the corner table, not looking at Felix.

"What do I need to do?" he whispered, his wand held loosely.

"As I said before, get out of here, find a place to take a vacation, travel, and pass the time... When Voldemort is down, you can come back with confidence and continue to work on your promising career Illegal work. At that time, it will not be under my control."

Mosil muttered something in a low voice.

"Sorry, I didn't catch you?" Felix asked.

"Since when did you work for the Ministry of Magic? Aren't you a professor?" Mosier couldn't figure out how he bumped into him.

It was Felix's turn to sigh.

"No way, they offered me a condition that I couldn't refuse-in fact, I could still refuse, but my morals don't allow me to owe favors, and frankly speaking, I don't reject this temporary job, I can exercise by the way My magical ability."

He touched the ring on his left hand, where the hourglass obtained from the Ministry of Magic was stored, and even half of it was filled with time energy.

After the Wizengamot meeting, Ms. Burns begged him to remove some of the volatile elements, "They each had prior convictions and got away with it for various reasons, although it may have been little flag-waving. characters, but they are also worthy of vigilance, they can already be regarded as the wings of the mysterious people."

She also alluded to the hacking of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

"Whoever it is, I just hope that person doesn't side with You-Know-Who," she said with a headache, "The Silent Man gave conclusions that are nothing to worry about, but I think...well, maybe that's a good thing , at least it is too late for the mysterious person to think of a similar idea."

Bones' attitude represented the attitude of the Ministry of Magic itself-that is, it was vacillating. They hoped to get back the time energy, but they were worried that it would be snatched away by Voldemort before it was hot.

The latter can cause significantly more harm.

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Mosier stared at the black square table with several newspapers and two pamphlets on it. One is the "Wartime Survival Manual" sent by the Ministry of Magic, and the other is the "Simple Illustrated Guide to Ancient Runes" released by Felix's co-publisher a few months ago. The cover is colorful and looks like A children's book.

"Ancient rune? It's really enviable..." he said sourly.

"You also bought it?" Felix said in surprise, followed his eyes to see the booklet, and asked with great interest: "How does it read?"

"Not very good," Mosil shook his head, he stretched out his hand, his face flushed, it took a long time to condense an ancient rune, but in the next second, the rune symbol shattered. "I'm old and not very adaptable to new fields..."

"Could it be the reason why you study black magic? The feedback from others is not bad." Felix discussed calmly.

"Well, I'll try again..."

Felix took a moment to instruct him. Then Mosil began to pack his luggage. Although the Ministry of Magic forbade the abuse of the Untraceable Stretching Curse, it obviously couldn't restrain the dark wizards. Moreover, Mosil himself was considered a half-alchemist, and he could make similar storage items by himself.

All the furniture was discarded, and Mosier picked out bottles and jars from all corners of the room, some of which were obviously enchanted and could hold things many times larger than their own volume. Finally, Mosier took some effort and squeezed them all into a box, panting slightly.

"Are you going to stare at me for Apparating?" Mosier picked up the box and glanced around with nostalgia, "My mana is limited, so I can only promise to leave tonight."

"Oh, no, I can provide some bearer portkeys." Felix waved his hand, and a row of tattered items appeared in front of him, including boots, tin cans, butterbeer bottles, and a piece of rotten wood.

Mosier hesitated for a moment, "Is there any recommendation? It won't be that once I teleport there, there will be an Auror on the opposite side?"

Felix shook his head slightly, "There is no need for this. What you need to worry about is to continue to do shady things; or go to a new place to start again, and honestly accept the restrictions of the local Ministry of Magic."

Mosir sneered and ripped off his clothes ~IndoMTL.com~ There were large magic scars there.

"Someone like me?"

He didn't say anything more, just picked a portkey at random and held it in his hand, where he went didn't matter much to him. "So, see you in ten years, Mr. Haipu?"

"It won't be that long, remember to read more newspapers."

Felix waved to him.

"You really just let me go like this? Don't you need to sign a magic agreement? In case I sneak back..." Mosil seemed confused.

"Mosil," Felix said calmly, "who do you think this would benefit? Don't be silly, if the Death Eaters who showed up at your door today, you have no choice, and I— —When I see you in the team of Death Eaters, I will never show mercy."

When the wizard in front of him disappeared, Felix ticked the file.

"Everything went well."