A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 539: Letter from Nurmengard

Following Ginny's question, Mafalda's attention was on her for the first time, and the two of them, tall and short, weighed each other.

Harry found that the two girls were somewhat similar in appearance to Mrs. Weasley, and both had reddish hair, but they were very different. Ginny, with her fiery hair, was the most recognizable even of the seven Weasley children, and most of the time she didn't look at people aggressively - except now, she was like A turkey that is about to be served on the Halloween table is badly fried.

"I met Aunt Mollie, only once." Mafalda said, "But I saw your father more often. He took me around Diagon Alley and bought a Some things. He also gave me an owl, and I wrote him a letter when I got back, and he returned quickly at first, but then he slowed down."

"Maybe it's because he's busy, or you have too many questions." Ginny said word by word.

"Maybe, but I don't need him to take me, I can do it alone." Mafalda said, "I persuaded my parents to let me go to Diagon Alley, that sentence How do you say it... Get to know the wizarding world."

"I'm interested in everything in Diagon Alley. Old Tom at the Leaky Cauldron has lost all his teeth, but he cooks delicious food; when I asked about Mrs. Malkin's marital status, she put I rushed out... I also persuaded the clerk of Lihen Bookstore to allow me to sit in the corner and read books. I like "Simple Spells to Fool Muggles" and Gilderoy Lockhart's seven series of adventures the most. I picked a few spells to study, and the effect was good, and the latter taught me a lot..."

"Wait!" Harry felt that her speech was so ridiculous that he had to interrupt it, and he was not the only one who thought so, Ron, Hermione and Ginny shouted at the same time, Mafalda stared Looking at them, this scene was a bit funny, and everyone looked at each other for a moment.

"Okay, let's talk one by one." Hermione sighed, since the little girl came to her and said that she had important information about the Death Eaters in her hands, she knew that she was not a well-behaved student, Sure enough, they were all frightened.

She looked at Mafalda and asked patiently: "Miss Prewett, Mr. Weasley should have told your parents that the wizarding world is not at peace now, how did you convince your parents to let you go to the corner alone?" Lane?" She actually wanted to accuse Mafalda's parents of being irresponsible.

"They don't get along very much," Mafalda pointed to himself and Ginny, used to indicate the parents of the two families, "My father and Aunt Molly are relatives, but they may not have a good relationship. The blunt dialogue between them can be seen-"

"That's exactly what I was going to say," Ron interjected, and as the others looked at him, he swallowed and whispered, "Mum does have a distant cousin, but he's not much mentioned at home... "

"Dad is a Squib, now works as an accountant, and occasionally trades stocks. Mom is a Muggle, and they have nothing to do with the wizarding world before." Mafalda said, "Except me." She added .

"But—" Hermione struggled, "Even if this is the case, it is impossible for Mr. Weasley not to remind—"

"Oh, it's very simple, I told Mom and Dad - there is someone waiting for me behind the door of Diagon Alley, Bill Weasley, I know he works in Diagon Alley." Mafalda glanced lightly He glanced at her and said.

Hermione looked shocked. Ginny let out an angry cat-like squawk.

"So you're lying?"

Mafalda shrugged, the answer was self-evident.

After a moment of silence in the abandoned classroom, Harry asked, "You know Lockhart is one, one..." He hesitated.

"A liar?" Mafalda asked, Harry nodded, and she said calmly, "I like the way he tells stories, that's all."

This is the end of the cross-examination. Even though Ron and Ginny didn't like Mafalda very much, they still pinched their noses and recognized this relative.

"What is the purpose of your visit today?" Ginny asked stiffly, "You should know that Gryffindor House and Slytherin House are deadly rivals, if someone finds out..."

"That's why I sneaked here." Mafalda said in surprise, and took out a green notebook from his pocket - Harry could tell from some details that it was from A product of the Muggle world—she turned a page, but instead of showing it to them, she held it in front of her body and said, "I can give you information about Slytherin House, about the Death Eaters...but In exchange—"

"Death Eaters?" Harry, Ron, and Ginny lost their voices.

The three of them looked at Hermione, and Hermione waved her hand quickly, "I don't know more than you, she—er—" Hermione discovered the problem, a little girl from a Muggle family, who had been familiar with the wizarding world before. I don't know, what information can I know?

"Oh?" Mafalda looked at them strangely, "Is it very understandable? I will continue to say-of course I will not contribute in vain. As a condition, you must become the protagonists in my story."

Harry looked at her in bewilderment, what and what.

"What's in the story?"

"The main character in the story," Mafalda shook his finger at him, "didn't I tell you, I like history and I like writing. You know Bathilda Bagshot, right?"

Harry nodded reluctantly. He knew this person, an excellent historian, who wrote the textbooks for History of Magic class now, and she lived in Godric's Hollow after retirement. Godric's Hollow... His heart tightened.

Mafalda didn't notice Harry's strangeness. She followed the previous words and said: "Bathilda Bagshot wrote "History of Magic". I especially agree with her saying that the happiest thing for a historian It is to be able to talk to history itself.”

"Do you know what that means?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"This is what I do now," Mafalda said.

Ron pondered, then said slowly, "So you're going to write us into your story? Hmm - you just said you liked Lockhart's book?" He handed them a Eyes, "Think about it."

"Harry won't agree!" Ginny raised her eyebrows and said, she looked at Harry uncertainly, "Really?"

"Of course." Harry nodded decisively, he didn't want to be followed by a follower, the Creevey brothers were enough for him. He resolutely said to Mafalda: "Sorry, I have a lot of things to do this year, O.W.Ls exams, Quidditch, club... I don't have time to play house games with you."

Mafalda blinked, and just when Harry thought she was about to give up, she looked down at the open notebook and read the names on it: "Nott, Avery, Gag Sen, Selwyn, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy... well, he's not sure, do you want me to read on?"

Harry opened his mouth wide, Ron's mouth was not much smaller than his, and Hermione looked at her in shock.

Mafalda stared at their faces and smiled.

"So they really have something to do with Death Eaters?"

"How did you guess—" Harry said with difficulty. He heard these names from Voldemort himself on the cemetery, and each of them has a pivotal position in the wizarding world. But they were humbled to the dirt in front of Voldemort, and had to kiss Voldemort's robe to be forgiven.

Sirius told him that because there is no evidence, the Ministry of Magic has no way to arrest people, and at present they can only resort to surveillance. Of course, his original words were not like this, Sirius was as annoyed about this matter as Harry: "Amelia does not agree to arrest them and give them two catties of Veritaserum..." After calming down, he himself admitted this The idea is unreliable, "Unless we intend to cause chaos in the magical world, or do so, we must first arrest ourselves..." He said gloomily: "Pure blood is like this, there is no actual evidence, and a string of .”

Mafalda grinned like a fox, "The name Prewett is surprisingly bluffing and not as eye-catching as Weasley's. So, you see, I'd be a good undercover agent for… ...how about a just cause?"

"I disagree," said Harry slowly.

"Why?" Mafalda asked in surprise. She never expected that she would be rejected after showing her abilities.

"Harry, if a Slytherin student would help us, even..." said Ron.

"No," Harry said, "No." He repeated, "What if she's found?"

"Don't worry," Mafalda interjected, "From my observations over the past month, Slytherin House has become different from the rumors..."

"Do you know what you're doing? You're not just dealing with bad students, but maybe real Death Eaters! If any Slytherin mentions you to the family, investigates you behind your back... Is your cleverness still useful?" Harry glared at her, an unreasonable anger welling up in his heart, "You're putting your own family into a dangerous situation, and they don't even know magic."

Mafalda pointed at Hermione unconvinced, "As far as I know, her family environment is no different from mine."

Hermione was silent.

"Because she didn't have a choice—" Harry's blood rushed from his chest to his face. Valley

"I know you mean Muggle identity—"

"Not only that, but also because she is my friend." Harry said in a low voice, looking at Mafalda panting, "Yes, she is a friend of the famous Harry Potter, and With Ron, he has no choice, since he was on my side in the first grade... I have no choice, I was forced to have a relationship with Voldemort when I was a baby, if nothing else, we One must die in between, or die together."

Mafalda's body froze suddenly.

"I didn't—"

"I don't know what you're taking undercover for, if it's just a prank, but you're capable, I can see that. It's worse, I don't think you ever thought you'd be in the papers one day Have you seen the photo of your own house in ruins, with a Dark Mark hanging on it?"

"I'm not—you're wrong!"

"Talk about it, then," said Harry, looking down into her eyes.

Mafalda stared back at him relentlessly, her eyes sparkling, "Wait for me!" She gave them a bitter look, turned and ran away.

Harry stared at her back, but what he thought of was the picture of Godric's Hollow he had seen in old newspapers. In the picture, there was a ruin, just like what Moody told him... Some white flowers and candles on the book were left by some wizards who came here admiringly. I can't come back either.

Sometimes when Harry was lying on the bed, he would think that it would be great if he could get the resurrection stone, even if the resurrection stone could not bring the dead back to life as Luna said, it was just a function in the story of the three brothers, Just let him see the souls of his loved ones...not just a green light in his head and his mother's pleading voice...

"Harry, you'd better be careful, she doesn't look easy to mess with." Ron said, looking in the direction of the classroom door.

"I don't care," said Harry stiffly.

He suddenly thought of one thing, Luna believes in the Deathly Hallows, is there someone she also desperately wants to meet? She can also see thestrals.

"She looks quite smart," Ron said after a moment of hesitation. "We have also accepted other students into the dueling study group. I believe they will not refuse to fight the Death Eaters--"

"She's only eleven," said Harry coldly, and Ron shut his mouth. After a while, Harry belatedly asked: "She said Slytherin House has become different...what's going on?"

Ron said angrily: "The only person you know has just been driven away by you. Why don't we ask Malfoy?"

Harry was annoyed, he should have asked first.

…

At night, Felix continued to work as a promising bounty hunter. Except for the first time he entered the Pig's Head Bar and had some unpleasant encounters with the owner of the bar, he only wore a black cold-proof cloak at other times. Standing at the door, after a while, the target will 'walk' out by itself.

Hogsmeade has recently added a legend of a powerful ghost.

Of course, because the missing people were all black wizards, and they were the worst group, so not many people really cared about them—these people were hiding their heads and showing their tails, and they might have left suddenly due to urgent matters.

Some wizards swear that they have seen a ghost, which has extremely strong magic power, and can take away people's souls just by waving their hands.

"He's death incarnate," said an old wizard with a fascination with horror stories.

His performance was met with applause, and the old wizard won himself a hot whiskey. The male waiter at the Pig's Head bar snorted disdainfully, and continued to wipe the goblet with a dirty rag.

Occasionally, Felix finds time to visit unfinished sites.

In an open space in the middle of the Hogsmeade village, a large amount of building materials are piled up, black and white marbles are arranged in a random order, and there are mysterious star patterns on them. Felix stood in the center of the star with great interest and looked around. The entire wizarding village was shrouded in a deep night, with only a few scattered stars.

Felix stared into the darkness, where faint sounds approached, like footsteps, but too softly.

From the perspective of thestrals, the body of the unknown creature was very blurry, and he couldn't even see it clearly in the dark. He could only see a circle of blurred light, vaguely pieced together to look like a thin house elf.

This is another pair of eyes that are different from the normal perspective and the magic perspective. If you have to define it, he seems to be able to see the soul glowing.

"Hi, hello, Mr. Haipu, Bundy sends you his greetings."

screamed the house-elf, stopping far away and bowing to Felix. Then he looked up into Felix's silver-gray eyes, and couldn't help shivering. Those eyes filled him with fear.

"What's the matter, Bundy?"

"Mr. Haip, Bundy has brought you a letter. I'm sorry, Bundy can't enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft." While speaking, the house elf bowed deeply again, "Bundy , Bondi waited nearby for a few days, and finally saw you."

Felix always felt that this scene was a bit familiar, but the last time it was a child who delivered the letter, it also brought Voldemort's invitation letter. He took the letter. On the envelope was a triangular pattern: inside was a circle and a vertical line. He stared at the pattern for a few seconds, and guessed a little more in his heart, "Nurmongard?"

The house-elf bent even lower.

Felix opened the letter without a trace of magic, and there was a simple line on it: "You are lying, the Elder Wand does not belong to you."

Felix smiled slightly, "The Elder Wand doesn't belong to me, but it doesn't belong to you either, Mister Dark Lord." He tentatively asked Bundy the house-elf, "Can I meet Mr. Grindelwald?" One side?"

"He has no plans to receive guests for the time being~IndoMTL.com~Bundy said respectfully.

Felix smacked his lips. It seems that Gellert Grindelwald is still locked up and cannot get out, but at least he can communicate with the outside world. I also wrote a letter accusing him...

Is this the end of the first Dark Lord?

Dumbledore was still too merciful, and Felix felt he would not give Voldemort the chance to enjoy the same treatment.

He wrote a short reply, full of regret (or sarcasm?) for not being able to meet him, and handed a few books from the ring to the house-elf, "Help me pass the To Mr. Grindelwald, let him hmm... pass the time, if he is interested, we can communicate by letter in the future."

He handed the house elf another copper Knut, "You can contact me through this."

When the house elf Bundy disappeared, Felix began to look forward to, what would be the magic path of the Dark Lord? What kind of demeanor does he have?

After staying in place for a while, he began to worry about whether the wording of his reply was too ironic, what if the Dark Lord was narrow-minded, he was amused by this thought, and turned to leave.

…

The last two weeks of October were full of violent storms. Towards the end, a chilly rain brought the temperature down, and the young wizards put on thick clothes to protect themselves from the knife-like wind.

Even though many students wear gloves during recess, their minds are becoming more and more alive: Halloween, the first Quidditch match, and ancient rune exchanges will be intensively happening in the following week.

As Halloween approaches, the castle is once again decorated with colorful decorations, and the atmosphere in the school is clear.

Finally, October 27th arrived.