A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 625: Party

Does Dumbledore really have the Resurrection Stone? In the past two weeks, Felix obtained the second information about the Soul Realm from Dumbledore, and he couldn't help but think about this question. Not much can be judged from Dumbledore's behaviour, his activities are extremely regular, eating in the Great Hall in the morning and showing up occasionally in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes during the day. .

"Very well, Riddle, ten points for Slytherin." Felix said in class, looking at the boy with jet-black shiny hair in the first row, "You are the first to successfully turn a match into a Acupuncture students, do you have any tips?"

Young Tom Riddle rose to his feet.

"You have to be familiar enough with the objects before and after the deformation," he said.

"Yeah, who here is more familiar with needlework than an orphan." A student said in a moderate voice, causing laughter all around, and the little wizard and his companion looked at it maliciously. Riddle's second-hand robes and old textbooks.

"Silence." Felix said, "I thought you would feel ashamed, because the background cannot be changed, but the level of effort can be determined by yourself." He looked at the expressionless Riddle, "Is there anything else? "

"Confidence and skill, I suppose, Professor Dumbledore," said Riddle.

"It's accurate enough, please sit down." Felix leaned on the podium, "Transfiguration is a complicated discipline, it is more rigorous and scientific than most disciplines, I personally think this is its advantage .”

"Riddle just pointed out the method of learning transfiguration, confidence, skill, and enough familiarity with deformed objects...the first two can be obtained through training, but if you want to achieve something in the field of transfiguration, I will share my Talking from experience: keep enough love and curiosity about life...

The get out of class bell rang, and the students began to pack their things.

Felix looked at Tom Riddle. For some reason, the sunlight shining on him always looked old, as if it had been extracted from an old photo album. He left the room without a word, followed a group of Slytherins, and stopped them in an out-of-the-way corner.

"Avery." Riddle said softly, "You seem to have a problem with my clothes."

"Oh, **** off, redneck," Avery said mockingly.

"Hillbilly? I thought you'd come out of your mouth with harsher words like... Mudblood." Riddle said in an emotionless voice. For some reason, Avery and a few of his companions Suddenly feeling short of breath, Avery stammered: "Study, the school doesn't allow it."

"But it doesn't prevent you from using it privately, does it?" Riddle asked almost in a whisper, "otherwise how would I know?"

Avery took a timid step back, leaning his back against the corner of the wall.

"Listen, at least I didn't say it publicly, don't try to threaten me with telling the professor, even if you have a good relationship with Professor Dumbledore—"

"Oh, you're scared," Riddle said contemptuously, "Dumbledore is on the side of Muggle-born wizards, so you have to keep your tails between your legs." Avery's face flushed with anger Red, but Riddle smiled, "As far as the facts are concerned, the blood theory is necessary. I have read similar interpretations in Muggle books."

The expressions on the faces of Avery and his companions became confused.

"Nobles, that's what Muggles call those who have noble blood. They have a higher sense of honor than ordinary people. The achievements of their ancestors inspire them. They are born to do great things. De said these words to me—"

"He told me that too," Avery muttered.

"And I——"

"Me too."

A faint blush appeared on Riddle's face, and the sternness in his eyes flashed past. He said unhurriedly:

"Maybe it's just polite words, but there is no doubt that I heard the call from the blood of the ancestors in my body, and I feel this very clearly, in this school...

"But you're an orphan," Avery said.

"My friend," Riddle held out his hand, and Avery held it blankly, and then his whole body became stiff, unable to move at all. Riddle leaned closer and put it in his ear and said, "When gold is mixed with soil, its value will not be reduced. The real tragedy is those who pass it by."

He let go of his hand and tilted his head to look at the bewildered Avery, looking very satisfied.

"Very good," Riddle said lightly, "I heard that Professor Kettleburn got some fire snakes, do you want to go and have a look?"

"We're only in the first grade," Avery said hesitantly, feeling that the physical confinement had disappeared, "you can't take his class until the third grade."

Riddle snorted loudly, and he said impatiently, "Is there any difficulty? We just need to go up to him and say what we want. Seriously, I'm a little worried about what you're getting educated,

Even such a simple thing can deter you. "

Avery blushed, "Of course I did!"

But Riddle just waved his hand lazily, "Leave the task of self-introduction to me, you just need to show a little courage and follow me..." His eyes stared fiercely at several people, "Don't say You dare not."

And so an expedition was settled, without even the slightest risk—Riddle told them the time was a sunny weekend.

Riddle watched Avery and his companion leave, his face regained his calm.

At this time, there was applause in the darkness—"Who?" Professor Lido?"

"Little Tom, it seems that you have adapted well." Felix appeared with a smile on his face.

There was panic in Riddle's eyes, "Did you hear that, sir? I don't want to defend myself, but," he said stubbornly, "I have to survive in school first."

"So you picked up that pedantic theory?" Felix asked gently.

Riddle turned pale.

"Swinging the knife at the weaker ones is also a way," Felix said thoughtfully, "I'm more interested in how you plan to subdue Avery and the others, Fire Ash Snake... Ah, I see. Parseltongue."

"Then can you change my situation, sir?" Riddle no longer concealed, and asked sarcastically. How did you say it?

Study with peace of mind... Of course, you have never experienced it. "

"On the contrary," Felix said, "we still have a lot in common."

Riddle showed a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was judging the truth of these words. There is no doubt that he failed again, and he couldn't see the slightest extra emotion from that happy face, which made him annoyed At the same time, I couldn't help secretly admiring.

"I was sorted into Gryffindor College. One year before I entered school, my father Percival attacked three young Muggles. It was widely spread." Felix said lightly: "People regard me as the son of a muggle-hater, deliberately mentioning it in front of me, discussing it with relish, and even some people with ulterior motives highly praise my father's approach."

"Then how did you fight back?" Riddle asked.

"Study with peace of mind." Felix said with a smile: "Maybe what I said below is not very modest-but I still think I am right-I am talented, and the school courses are not the slightest for me Difficulty...in just a few months, I stood out and people recognized me for my knowledge, not because I had a Muggle-hating father. I didn't need to please anyone, but I was also willing to help my students and encouragement, so I quickly made friends.”

Riddle thought for a moment, then raised his head.

"You know I have an appointment with Avery, sir, I still want to see the Ash Snake."

"Then go, Tom. I can't stop you from making friends." Felix backed away and disappeared. The corridor was cloudy at some point, and he knew that today could only end here.

Felix came out of classroom No. 7, went back to the office, and watched an owl fly out of the window. The owl circled the castle for two weeks before flying straight into the Gryffindor common room.

"You finally came out, Hermione, why is it so late?" Harry asked cheerily, as he and Ron were fixing the bows on their dresses.

"Just unwrapping presents," said Hermione curtly, also in a nice dress.

"Did you receive anything weird?" Harry asked with interest.

"Lavender gave me a small bottle of love potion." Hermione blushed slightly.

Ron coughed violently.

"What the hell?"

Hermione shut her mouth, "Stop asking around." She gave Ron a fierce look, then looked at the clothes the two were wearing, "It's packed? Let's go." They went downstairs Along the way, Ron was eagerly inquiring about the love potion, "Who are you going to use it for?" "I threw it away." Hermione said with a straight face. Ron was deeply skeptical of this statement, but Hermione had already raised her wand and threatened to hang him from the balcony,

Ron had to shut up.

Harry felt deeply sorry. Although he kept silent, he was still quite curious.

Slughorn's office was much larger than normal, and--won't know if it was for a party, with emerald, crimson, and gold hangings on the ceiling and walls, and from above their heads. There was a faint singing, and a few house elves walked around holding the dinner plate, and Ron picked up a chicken leg.

"It's so shiny, I guess it must have been coated with honey," he said with certainty.

"Harry, my boy!" Slughorn strode up, beaming, "and Miss Granger and Mr Weasley, I was just talking to someone about your brother, the youngest director ! "He said to Ron,

Then took Harry's hand and walked in, while beckoning Hermione and Ron to "go easy".

"How did he know Percy was in charge?" Ron murmured.

"Isn't that obvious?" Hermione said, eagerly picking up a glass of mead and taking a sip. A drunken voice came from near the top of her head. "Honey, I have to say that this wine tastes a bit bland."

Hermione turned around, and Trelawney stretched out an arm that seemed to have been marinated in sherry, and wiped the tip of Hermione's nose to bring back a glass of mead.

"Thank you, Professor Trelawney," said Hermione coldly.

Trelawney was not affected, she drank the wine in the glass in one go, smacked her lips contentedly, "It tastes not bad, and the honey is added enough." Then, she seemed to finally see clearly Min's face.

"It's you," she said drunkenly, "I'm a little sorry that you gave up my class, you know, I not only teach knowledge, but also—" She hiccupped loudly, Hermione Frowning, he took a step back. "There is also experience in life... Wisdom in life and so on are all realized by myself, and I can't learn it from other places...

Smooth sailing is not necessarily a good thing, I see in the crystal ball...uh, angry faces, beware of...hidden dangers. "

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Should I be careful not to be hit by a crystal ball in the dark? I will pay attention, after all, the range is not large." Ron next to him laughed, taking advantage of Trelawney Focusing on Ron, she strode away.

On the other hand, Harry seemed to be chained to the gold buttons of Slughorn's velvet gown, and he carried him everywhere he went. Before he came back to his senses, he had already walked around the spacious office.

"Have you learned it, Harry?" Slughorn said in a low voice, in a confiding tone.

"Learned...what?" Harry asked breathlessly, feeling terrible, like a monkey on display, smiling fakey at everyone he saw, even the ones he thought he knew. People—like the Greengrass sisters—put on false faces and smiled sweetly at him.

"Make a connection," said Slughorn. "I can see that you're lacking in this area... Didn't your godfather teach you this?"

"Well, he's usually busy." Harry faltered.

"I shouldn't," said Slughorn, shaking his head, and then, with some eagerness, "though it's a little presumptuous,

But maybe I should write him a letter, the last descendant of the ancient Black family..."

Harry stared, suspecting that Professor Slughorn was just looking for an opportunity to get in touch with the Black family.

At this moment, passing two figures in front of the corner where they hid, Slughorn stretched out his fat arm nimbly,

It turned out to be empty~IndoMTL.com~ But that arm kept on casting, and in a blink of an eye it wrapped around the person who was a little far away from him, and forcibly pulled him over.

Harry exclaimed wonderfully in his heart, thinking that this move could be rated as one of the top ten Quidditch saves of the year.

Varren, who stood on Felix's shoulder, patted his chest with lingering fear, and glanced sympathetically at Harry who was blocked in the corner. Felix walked over and stood opposite Snape, who couldn't move, The corners of the mouth are curved into a pleasant arc.

"Severus! Felix!" Slughorn yelled happily, holding Snape tightly with one hand.

"Nearly missed you guys! I just took Harry for a walk, you're welcome, I found out that you two were getting close to Harry—I was about to tell him that if he was going to go into politics— "

"I—didn't—go into politics," said Harry angrily, struggling desperately. Because Slughorn had been trying to grab him and join Snape.

Slughorn raised his chubby fingers, "But you want to be an Auror, don't you? Minerva told me that she likes you and thinks highly of you...but you can't catch it all your life Arrest the dark wizard? Severus, please persuade him."

Snape narrowed his eyes, as if looking at a dead person, he said calmly: "I never knew I had this kind of influence over Potter."

"Don't say that, Severus." Slughorn said with a smile, and Harry knew he had drunk a lot and was now in a high state. "I saw him use your Old textbook, yes, I recognized your handwriting at a glance, it was very scribbled, and I criticized you back then..."

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