A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 79: Conversation

The next day.

When Harry and Ron came to the school hospital to visit Hermione, they found that she no longer had the gloom of the previous few days, but with a furry face, she waved her wand enthusiastically, and looked at the table from time to time. of parchment.

"Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Of course it is to practice magic. If there are no accidents, I may be able to learn it before school starts."

"Why rush before school starts?" Ron was a little puzzled.

"Because it can help me solve a little trouble." Hermione narrowed her eyes and said with a smile.

So, during the half hour that Harry and Ron stayed in the ward, they watched Hermione repeat the same action hundreds of times, stopping from time to time to record it on a form.

……

Felix closed the office door and came out fully dressed.

Along the way, he was still a little bit embarrassed.

After he revealed that he successfully obtained the research materials and rejected the diary's temptation again, Tom in the diary finally closed himself, and he completely blocked his communication with the outside world.

No matter how Felix tried, the opponent seemed to have made up his mind to let him handle it. Even if he pasted a bunch of white Fiercefire in front of the diary, he didn't get any feedback.

"Tom, I don't believe you will give up on yourself." Felix had various thoughts in his mind, and he even thought he was waiting for an opportunity.

So he sealed the diary more carefully, and even carved warning runes on the box.

Before going out, he placed his wallet (the version of the vine of bondage) at the door to prevent unreliable little wizards from breaking in and taking the diary away.

"Perhaps, it's time to find an opportunity for you to complete the final curtain call, Tom."

In the corridor of the castle, Felix met Peeves who was playing a prank.

Peeves was holding a tin bucket in his arms, which was filled with mud. At the moment, he was smearing thick layers of mud on the armor.

"Peves, have you seen Lady Gray?" Felix asked him.

Peeves looked at him, seemed taken aback, and then let out a "giggle" laugh, "Oh, professor, I didn't see... I don't care about that woman with the upturned nostrils."

"I think 'someone' will know, that disgusting stalker~" he said while floating in mid-air, baring his teeth and claws.

"Be polite, Peeves." Felix said calmly, "Or, you want to try my magic again."

"No, Felix Hemp! You can't..." Peeves hurried away through the wall with a look of apprehension on his face.

"Bang!"

The tin bucket in Peeves' hand hit the ground with a loud noise, and the mud inside splashed everywhere.

Felix waved his wand, and the invisible barrier kept the soup three feet away.

"Hmph, Peeves, it's you again! I will definitely apply to Headmaster Dumbledore to drive you out of the castle..." A panting man with a flushed face rushed over from the corridor. Waving his fists, he vented his anger hysterically.

It's Filch, the Hogwarts Castle Keeper.

"Oh, ah...Professor Haip, have you seen Peeves?" The furious Filch didn't see the expected enemy, but saw Felix who was neatly dressed.

"Hello, Filch, Peeves just left." Felix waved his wand, and the mud on the ground and armor disappeared. "By the way, have you seen Ms. Gray today?"

"Is that the Ravenclaw ghost?" Filch sniffled. "Let me see, I seem to see... a tall ghost, the one who doesn't pay much attention to people? I'm in I saw one in the courtyard, not sure if it was her."

"Thank you, Filch."

Felix came to the courtyard and glanced around. At the end of the courtyard railing, he saw a slender ghost floating in the air.

She caught Felix looking at her, raised her eyebrows in surprise, then turned and floated away through the wall.

"Wait, Ms. Gray!"

Felix climbed over the railing and chased into a secluded corridor.

Finally she stopped, hanging a few inches above the ground. She was beautiful, with waist-length hair and a silver robe that trailed on the floor. But she held her head high at the same time, looking very arrogant and defiant.

I have encountered this ghost several times when I was in school, but I have never spoken to her once. If he hadn't accidentally bumped into the private conversation between Bloody Baron and her, he wouldn't have realized that this rare Ravenclaw ghost had such a huge background.

"Ms. Gray, this is Felix Hemp."

She nodded and said nothing. There was no enthusiasm in her eyes.

"I want to know about the early days of the school, which is the story of the four founders. There are too many ambiguities in the existing records."

"I'm afraid," she said, turning to leave, "I can't help you."

"Wait, ma'am—" Seeing her drifting away, Felix called out, "I know you are Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter ~IndoMTL.com~ She stopped , turned around and looked at him. "You know my background? You came just for me? "

"Yes, I—"

"Heh, another one!" She hovered in mid-air, her lips twisted into a sneer.

"Another what?" Felix pressed, but he quickly realized that he was not the first person to ask her about the secrets of Hogwarts.

"Another ambitious guy!" She said rather pointedly: "I meet every ten years, and do everything possible to inquire and cheat my trust..."

"You mean Voldemort?" Felix asked.

She stopped talking suddenly, with a look of surprise on her face. Immediately, she felt offended, and floated up two or three feet, looking down at him.

"Yeah, I guessed it, the crown of Ravenclaw. Voldemort has always coveted the relics of the Big Four, but I don't care about these, I want to know-"

Felix's words were interrupted, and the ghost stammered angrily: "Ra, Ravenclaw's crown can bring wisdom to people, you don't even know how powerful it is! Dreaming of it!"

"—The past of Gryffindor and Slytherin." Felix also finished what he just said at the same time.

The words of the two were intertwined, and a faint echo came from the empty corridor—"I don't understand its power!" "Gryffindor~" "Slytherin's past~"

Ms. Gray was taken aback, "You want to know about this?"

"Of course."

"Ah, this," she floated in the air, seemingly at a loss, "Gryffindor...Slytherin...what do you want to know?"

Finally she asked a little bluntly.