A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 598: Happy New Year everyone!

Chapter 600 Arm Help (Happy New Year everyone!)

Kang Dang.

Harry fell on the cold stone floor, his scar was burning with pain, and the image of him fighting with Principal Dumbledore still remained in his mind.

No, it's not me, it's Voldemort!

When he put his crooked glasses back on, he found that the single-person desk had been knocked over by him, and the test papers were under his thighs, and the surrounding students looked dazed and terrified. Professor Tofty looked at him worriedly across the crowd, and there were more complex emotions in those eyes, but Harry couldn't tell for a moment.

"You... Potter, are you okay?"

"I'm - it's okay -" Harry gasped, not looking at the wrinkled face, or at Hermione, Ron and Neville who were trying to push through, He lowered his head, the red light in his eyes slowly subsided.

"Maybe it's a nightmare. The students are a bit under pressure these days." Professor Haipu's voice came from outside the crowd.

"Yes, I had a nightmare..." said Harry, grateful for an excuse.

"But you said before—" Professor Tofty glared at Harry, then turned his head to look at the students who kept approaching him, and gave up on continuing to ask. "Okay, Potter, can you still take the test? Have you finished the test paper?"

"It's over," Harry lied.

He still has a few questions left blank, and the test paper has not been checked, but he doesn't feel that he can answer the questions at ease in this state, and what Professor Haipu said in class-"Don't play without preparation A lot of things are doomed before the result happens"--it is very illustrative of the current situation.

Harry thought he had foreseen the consequences: he would fail History of Magic.

"Then I'll take you to the school hospital." Professor Tofty said.

"I don't need it, I can - um - go out and get some air."

Harry said vaguely, and he hurriedly handed the test paper to Professor Tofty, "I'm sorry, I'm leaving first." He said, holding his forehead and striding out, "Harry!" Hermione said in Calling him behind his back, Harry didn't respond, he just walked around dully, and didn't have time to think until he walked out of the examination room.

He wanted to get into that state again and watch Principal Dumbledore fight Voldemort, but at this moment Harry was depressed to find that his Occlumency was working spontaneously and he couldn't receive anything, so the idea was completely rejected cut off.

Harry angrily smashed the alcove in which the house hourglass was embedded, and his hand hurt badly as a result.

This calmed him down a little. He wandered around the dark hall like a fly without a head for a long time, and finally walked out of the castle through the oak gate. He stepped on the steps, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, the sky was very blue, and he could see the waves of the black lake in the distance.

Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to think of a solution.

What should he do?

Tell Professor Hemp! By the way, Harry thought, he regretted why he hadn't thought of this just now, so he turned around and ran towards the castle. At this time, Hermione and Ron hurried out of the hall, and when they saw Harry, they pulled him away without saying a word. He ran down the corridor.

Harry couldn't figure it out, and could only watch as Hermione dragged him into a nearby broom closet, raised her wand and locked the door, then turned and stared at him gravely with Ron.

"What's the matter—how did you come out? The exam is not over—"

"I've already answered," Hermione said quickly, and Ron shrugged. "I wrote everything I could, and the rest..." He left a meaningful pause. Hermione said with a serious expression: "Harry, your scar hurts again, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I saw—"

"Dumbledore, you mentioned Headmaster Dumbledore, said he was cursed or something, and said he was going to die," said Hermione quickly, "and then you fell on the floor and knocked over the table .”

Harry was terrified, "Is this from my mouth?"

Ron nodded grimly.

"So you know why we came out early? Before the rumor spreads, we have to come up with a decent excuse."

"I saw Principal Dumbledore from Voldemort's point of view," Harry said in a somewhat hollow voice, "He was dueling Voldemort, and... he seemed to be at a disadvantage," Hermione and Ron stared at the same time Eye.

"Oh, yes! I'm going to find Professor Haipu, I have to tell him about this—"

Harry said eagerly that he didn't know why he was taking all this time.

"Wait, Harry," said Hermione calmly, "do you think Professor Haip doesn't know? He was in the examination room just now."

Harry stopped and looked back at Hermione, not understanding what she meant for a moment. It took him a long time to stammer and say: "You mean Professor Haipu knows? This is, it is—"

"A duel arranged in advance?"

"Patronus!" Hermione was about to speak when Ron suddenly said, "Harry, your Patronus!"

"What——oh! You mean that Professor Haip collected from me these days—" Harry showed an enlightened expression. In the past half a month, he went to the ancient rune office every day after the exam The report experience emerged in front of my eyes, "Do you think this has something to do with today's duel?"

"I don't know, Harry, but the professor obviously didn't intend to involve us," Hermione whispered. "There's really nothing we can do," she added.

Harry walked back and forth between the narrow brooms, kicking the brooms that were in the way. He was trying to figure out what happened. First, Headmaster Dumbledore might fight Voldemort, right now! And Professor Haipu seemed to know about it, but he didn't go to help, why? There was every indication that he did know something, as evidenced by those helpless patron saints in glass bottles.

"Harry, did you just say that Headmaster Dumbledore was at a disadvantage?" Hermione asked softly.

"I—uh, I'm not sure," Harry shook his head, trying to recall the brief image he had seen, "I could feel Voldemort's emotions, he was very excited, confident, and seemed to have a complete victory , and he also mentioned the curse—"

"Isn't that a lie?" said Ron, visibly relieved, "We've seen it with our own eyes."

Harry didn't speak. He found it difficult to describe Voldemort's mood swings in words. He was so confident that he seemed to really think that he could kill Dumbledore, so he was deceived?

"I think Professor Haipu stayed at school because he knew the curse was fake." Ron said calmly, "We can ask the professor to confirm, oh—not now, there is still time before the end of the exam." Twenty minutes."

"Can you still see the picture of their duel now?" Hermione asked, picking up the key.

"No," Harry said sullenly, "isolated by Occlumency."

This is really a bad thing.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron pretended to be relaxed and said: "That's okay, we should trust Dumbledore, think about the first two battles, he hasn't lost against the mysterious man yet! He is the most powerful white wizard... By the way, Harry, I think you may not realize that the O.W.Ls exam is over."

"It's over?" Harry repeated blankly, not turning the corner in his head.

"Yeah, after working for a whole year, we finally got rid of the exam, and came out half an hour earlier than the students of this year," Ron grinned, "They are still staying in the exam room. Great."

"This thing is definitely worth bragging about for a lifetime!"

…

"Not here either."

Felix came out of the dripping water cave, behind him was a raging fire burning in the damp and dark air, and a hoarse woman screamed shrillly from the flames.

A look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Another sliced ​​soul fragment, so Voldemort only taught the woman how to split a soul, but not how to make a Horcrux? Voldemort lied to her?"

Felix unfolded a map, and there were dozens of small dots on it. They were all members of the Order of the Phoenix. These people were divided into seven groups, and the ink dots representing their names kept jumping on the parchment. There is still a lot of blank space on the map, but some important places are marked on it:

Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Godric's Hollow, Witch Town, Five Feather Street, Zombie Lane, Comgarry Valley, former site of Wu's Orphanage, London Communities, English counties...

Every place that has something to do with the magic world is condensed on this map.

Will Voldemort hide Horcruxes and Bellatrix abroad?

After discussing with Dumbledore, Felix and Dumbledore think that the possibility is unlikely. Even setting aside Voldemort's morbid obsession with **** of the British wizarding world, there are more practical factors at play: distance doesn't really mean much to wizards.

If it can be found in the UK, then it won't be hidden for long if it is hidden in a corner of the world.

A lot of times it's just a matter of magic.

Not to mention...

Felix has hidden his identity and visited several well-known witch priests in Africa. They have a magical ability to make inaccurate prophecies by relying on self-mutilation. After paying a considerable amount of Galleons, a dying old wizard finally agreed to divination for him.

But the two disagreed on the content of divination.

The old wizard insisted on not agreeing to directly use a powerful wizard like Voldemort as the target of divination. According to him, "the price to be paid is too high, and the results are not reliable." ’

So the content of divination fell on Felix - to see how lucky he is on this day. The final conclusions reached were rather vague, with the old wizard muttering that he would 'get a lot of help' today.

Felix was not too satisfied with the result, but the old wizard had already started to vomit blood, so he had no choice but to bid Garen his farewell and leave, as if he had won a good fortune from the authority—if Felix went to ask Trelawney, who knew what she would have said in her waking state.

He didn't want to hear any 'unknown' before the final battle.

Felix's biggest reliance is the various preparations he has made in advance-whether it is the magic power of Voldemort extracted from the Death Eaters, or the hair of Bellatrix collected in Malfoy Manor, Or that avatar that has an incomparably real entity that is proctoring the exam instead of him.

He even held the last backhand.

It was the inspiration brought to him by the house elves. In order to keep the secret to the greatest extent, Amelia Bones had to work secretly for two weeks by herself, trying to piece together the old paper from the pile of old papers. The full content of the data...

Felix picked up the sound-transmitting mirror, and there was a photo of Sirius on the mirror-this was taken by Harry holding Sirius hard, so most of the time, Sirius in the photo seemed quite impatient, To pass the time he fiddled with the tassels that hung from his hat to the tip of his nose.

"Sirius."

The people in the photo immediately jumped up, and after a few seconds, Sirius said with a serious expression: "Everything is ready, Kreacher is by my side." His voice was low, calm and serious.

"I'll be right over."

As Felix said, he took a step forward and appeared on the steps in front of No. 12, Grimmauld Place.

Sirius waited there holding Kreacher's hand. Sirius whispered: "I've made an agreement with Kreacher, he knows the meaning of doing this." At this moment, there were two crisp "crack" sounds from the door, and Remus Lupine and Tonks were holding hands Appear.

"Felix?" Lupine said, "We carefully checked twelve locations on the map, using the detector you gave us, but found nothing."

Felix nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

A few more minutes passed, and there was not much left before the scheduled time. Several groups of members of the Order of the Phoenix returned one after another, but they did not find any trace of Bellatrix. A sinister mix of Bellatrix's soul shard and Voldemort's magic was discovered.

"That thing really contains Bellatrix's soul?" Frank Longbottom asked in amazement, and after getting an affirmative answer, he showed a complicated expression on his face. "I know that Voldemort is cruel and vicious, but I never thought that he would not spare his last loyal subordinate..."

"The Alastor group hasn't come back yet, so there won't be any accidents?" Bill Weasley said with a frown.

Felix looked down at the complete map in his hand, "His condition is normal, he may be tripped——"

At this moment, Kreacher tiptoed up to Felix and tugged at his sleeve, "Dear Mr. Hype——Can Kreacher really be able to take on the heavy responsibility? Kreacher——Kreacher Can it also play a role in destroying the Dark Lord?"

"Your role is much greater than imagined, and I can guarantee your safety." Felix said.

Kreacher looked relieved.

Sirius said with a dark face on the side: "I told you so much, you don't believe it, but you believe it after a few words from an outsider. Who is your master!"

"Of course it's you!" Kreacher replied loudly, then turned around, shrugged his small shoulders and whispered in a voice that everyone present could hear clearly: "But the master was not reliable at all when he was young. , and was wrongly thrown into prison, what a shame, who knows what mistakes he made this time..."

"Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are afraid of danger. Your courage is only as big as a peanut!"

"That's not true! Kreacher is not afraid of danger, Kreacher is worried that he will not be able to avenge Master Regulus!" the house elf shouted at his master with a bullfrog-like voice.

During the conversation, another group of people descended from the sky.

It was Moody and Mundungus, and Dedalus Diggle, their clothes dusty, but no one was hurt. Moody came over on crutches and said gruffly, "Our group ran into a magic trap, and it took a while to decipher... but it was empty." His magic eye circled around, and then spoke with The normal eye fell on Kreacher together.

"So we're going to put our hopes on this little guy? I can't wait to see it."

Lupine, Tonks, Moody, Mundungus, Dedalus Diggle, Hestia Jones, Bill Weasley and other members of the Order of the Phoenix scattered far away and formed a circle, Acting as a guard, he watched the two men and the house-elf standing on the steps with awe.

Kreacher solemnly puffed out his thin chest and looked at Sirius.

Sirius took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said:

"I, Sirius Black, the last orthodox heir of the Black family, voluntarily renounced all rights to the house elf Kreacher. According to the ancient contract, Kreacher automatically belongs to the offshoot member of the Black family - Bella In the name of Trix Black!"

"Yes, yes, master." Kreacher trembled all over, and bowed deeply to him.

His waist was bent so low that his fleshy nose was pressed against the ground, and a green locket slipped from his loose white pillowcase, glistening in the sun. glow.

"Leave it to me." Felix put his hand on Kreacher's shoulder and said softly.

…

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"What are you going to do, Potter." Snape looked coldly at Harry who was blocking the way, his thin lips twisted into a smile: "I heard you gave up the last exam? How crazy Decision, but it does look like you've made it." He looked away from Harry, lingering briefly on Ron and Hermione.

"The iron triangle is gathered again... Are you ready to save the world again? Tell me-this time for what, Saint Potter?"

Harry was furious~IndoMTL.com~Snape had the ability to provoke his anger with a sentence or two, and he also hated Draco Malfoy incidentally, Harry can Didn't forget who got the nicknames 'Saint Potter' and 'Scarhead'.

"I want to ask you for help," Harry tried to keep his tone from being less aggressive, "I mean 'please', sir. I know that Principal Dumbledore is dueling Voldemort right now—"

"This has nothing to do with you, Potter," said Snape.

Harry hurried on. "I know you're good at Occlumency and Legilimency, yes, I know, Professor Heppe mentioned it inadvertently. I hope—"

"You wish—" Snape put his hands on his shoulders, looking into Harry's eyes, "—what?"

"If those feelings are true," Harry held his breath, the green eyes exactly like Lily met Snape's gaze, "...if you have always longed for Voldemort's downfall—" He Asked:

"Then use Legilimency on me! Break my Occlumency!"