A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 617: Vent

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Harry ran away in a hurry, he was afraid that if he continued speaking, he could not help but make some strange behavior. He never wanted his last impression of Ron to be that of holding him and crying, snot and tears.

"Professor," he said out of breath, his heart pounding.

Felix nodded, but there was still no expression on his face, "It's better to wait for everyone to disappear, so as not to attract attention."

Harry watched Ron leave with the crowd, giving them a suspicious look as he left. Finally, the cheerful and lively atmosphere gradually disappeared, and Harry's mood inevitably became depressed along with the empty and silent auditorium.

A few minutes later, Felix took Harry away.

Harry followed behind in a trance. Those few minutes allowed him to bring out the emotions that he had deliberately suppressed during the summer vacation, and they surged violently in his mind. He felt like a drowning person. little hope of survival. Harry wondered as they walked through the dimly lit foyer towards the spiral staircase, shouldn't they be going outside?

Then, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze staring at him from behind, he turned his head abruptly, and saw a huge blurry black figure standing at the entrance of the dark underground stairs, confronting him motionless.

Harry tripped over the steps, and when he looked up again, the black figure had disappeared, and his hands and feet were cold for a while.

Felix stopped, looked at the empty stairs, thoughtful.

"Severus.."

"That, is that Snape?" Harry said in shock.

"Professor Snape...Maybe it's because you don't feel at ease." Felix said uncertainly. Not to mention, he just thought of Ron's uncle Billyers inexplicably.

Billiers died twenty-four hours after seeing the ominous—a large black dog.

But there is more than one kind of omen of death, Harry thought bitterly, thanks to Trelawney, he had learned a lot of 'unknown' omens in class. This had happened to him in his third year, when Harry was once terrified by Sirius' Animagus. This is all thanks to the nagging professor of divination.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to take her class this year.

But then Harry felt depressed for a while. Will he still be able to sit in class in the classroom tomorrow? Maybe this is just a wish for him, unless he becomes a ghost like Moaning Myrtle... I wonder if Dudley will be able to see himself by then?

"Follow up."

Harry realized he was already half a flight behind Professor Happe, so he quickened his pace.

"Where are we going, Professor?" Harry asked random questions in order not to let his thoughts go any further.

"Classroom No. 7."

"Classroom No. 7?"

"Otherwise, where do you think you are going?" Felix replied casually.

"I thought... well, it would be some hidden cave, or a dungeon or something."

"Ah, you guessed it, didn't you?" Felix smiled, and they stopped at the door of classroom seven, "Dumbledore should already be in there." He was extremely surprised when dense rune patterns were condensed.

"Necessary measures." The smile on Felix's face became more obvious. "Actually, you can also use a key to open the door, but I think this method is more convenient."

"Are the students going in like this too?" asked Harry, who doubted anyone could get in except Hermione.

"Hey, didn't Dumbledore mention it at the dinner party? Classroom 7 is not open to the public this year, and some of the functions are next door... let's go." The door opened, and Felix opened it, letting Harry go in first.

Harry walked silently.

"Is Voldemort locked up here?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes, we are here."

Harry thought he would see a ring, or a cage or something, and then Dumbledore and Professor Haip watched him fight Voldemort as the only spectators, but the reality was quite different, and Dumbledore stood firmly on the ground. In front of the door of a small two-story building, with his hands folded in front of his beard, he happily hummed a ditty, as if he hadn't left the happy atmosphere of the dinner.

"Harry," said Dumbledore briskly, "I know you are full of doubts, but I hope you will remain calm and not scream."

He stepped aside after speaking.

Harry's eyes were wide open, and screams were spinning in his throat—he saw Voldemort, his limbs hanging limply towards the ground, his whole body suspended in mid-air, being held by a monster bigger than a basilisk. The silver transparent Ouroboros swallowed it into its stomach and turned slowly.

The room is lit with colorful dots of light that merge dreamily into the body of Ouroboros.

"This is—"

"Voldemort's private prison. He was completely trapped, from magic power to body, including consciousness." Felix said briefly, "Feel it carefully."

Harry was a little confused, so he could only hold his wand tightly.

Felix and Dumbledore looked at each other. Dumbledore said softly, "No, Harry, you don't need a wand—feel with your heart."

With a thought in Harry's mind, he discovered something unusual. "I...uh," he looked at the two uncertainly, "I seem to be able to sense that snake..."

Felix smiled.

"Because there are your thoughts in it. This Ouroboros Patronus—let's call it this name for the time being—is actually composed of multiple magics similar to Patronus. You have seen it and I will give it to you. should be able to understand the information, right?"

Harry thought about it carefully.

"The patron saint needs positive emotions, but professor, you can replace them with other emotions. I demonstrated it in the club before...but can they still come together?"

Harry imagined a scene where several—or even a dozen different patron saints were put together in his mind. For the first time, he felt that his brain was not enough. Not out of date.

"It's hard," Felix sighed. "There are some things that have little to do with magic. Those little ones don't obey anyone. No wonder-they are the products of strong emotions. I have to find a magic weapon for them." A common goal, a leader."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and he asked tentatively, "You mean... me?"

"It's your patron saint." Felix corrected: "How should I put it? Emotions don't lie to others, especially to myself. It's hard to unleash strong emotions with all your heart..."

Harry understood completely.

"...that's why you collected my Patronus at the end of the school year?"

"That's right, but it's run out."

"Used up?" Harry repeated hoarsely, not understanding why his voice suddenly began to tremble: "So you guys called me here because of this - to replenish emotional energy? Only I can do it, yeah... Let me think about it, because he killed my parents and wanted to kill me, but unfortunately left a scar on my forehead, oh, I almost forgot, the scar is the most important... in that A small piece of Voldemort's soul is hidden."

Felix was surprised, and couldn't help but exchanged glances with Dumbledore. That means, you told Harry?

"Severus told you?" Dumbledore asked, the joy fading from his face.

"I saw it myself, through his memory, yes, I know it all." Harry gritted his teeth, his voice raised unconsciously, "On the day you caught Voldemort. Nep didn't tell you guys, I guess he didn't know how to handle the situation, like I did..."

"Who else did you tell about this, Harry? It's important." Dumbledore asked gravely.

"Don't worry, I told no one, I used the Occlumency you gave me," Harry said excitedly, trembling all over, but it was not from fear, "I only have one question now, I When will you die?"

"Harry—" Dumbledore spoke with difficulty.

"I understand, this is my mission and the whole meaning of being alive, right?" Harry shouted, and the long-standing depression finally found a breakthrough at this moment, allowing him to vent freely, "But before that , I think I can still live for a while, because... because of my patron saint."

"Guardian!" he shouted, raising his wand ~IndoMTL.com~ A majestic stag rushed out from the tip of the wand, like a real life, a real patron saint, standing in front of its master , a bright light burst out from its body, shaking the entire classroom No. 7.

Harry calmed down. He flicked his wand, and the silver stag leaped through the air, and ouroboros came to life, spitting out its tail, and then, its huge snake eyes lowered, it stared at the stag, which had something in it that it longed for.

The Silver Patronus rushed into the mouth of Ouroboros recklessly, becoming one with it.

Ouroboros jerked its head back, as if roaring. Two bright lights shot out from the eyes, the body began to twist violently, even Voldemort on the tip of the tail began to tremble, but the next second, Ouroboros swallowed Voldemort and his own tail again.

Classroom No. 7 fell silent.

Harry spoke, his tone was deathly calm:

"I've been thinking about this problem for a while. I kept thinking about the dates in my head, and I was thinking about my birthday. Maybe you will come to the door on the first day of summer vacation, but you don't. After that, Haipu The professor found me, but he was for Mr. Bagshot, and I thought the bonfire of the Order of the Phoenix would be a good opportunity, but none of you showed up... I thought, yeah, you might be kind enough to let me through 16th birthday..."

"Is there any hope in my heart?"

"Maybe there was, but the last bit was gone, and I was ready before I came. But it doesn't look like it's time yet, I just want you to make a decision soon, because... because I might The sky suddenly changed, and I don't want to die anymore, before I change my mind, give me an exact date."

Harry couldn't continue, he saw Dumbledore who was also in tears through his wet eyes.