A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 278: Meet in the study

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The next day, Sirius Black woke up from the bed, his head was groggy, it felt as if Kreacher had knocked on his head for a long time, and his headache was about to burst.

"Although I know it's the result of abusing apparition, I always suspect that it has something to do with Kreacher's nagging!"

Sirius came to the dilapidated bathroom and washed himself in front of the mirror with a suspicious dark red mark. He rearranged his hair and shaved off the dirty stubble. "You look like a moving chop," said the mirror.

He closed the curtain angrily, and the bad memories of living here in the early years seemed to come back all of a sudden.

Half an hour later, he dug out the moldy clothes from the old closet, replaced the dirty old clothes that were tattered into strands of cloth, and he looked decent again.

However, he carefully dug out a tattered old piece of paper from his pocket. It looked crumpled after being soaked in water yesterday. He spread it out as hard as possible, trying not to spoil the moving photo above: it was a photo of the Ron Weasleys winning the prize, with a fat mouse on Ron's shoulder.

He stared at the photo blankly, turned and left.

"Kreacher, help me prepare a breakfast." Sirius shouted towards the outside of the house, after thinking for a while, he added: "No spitting, no intentionally making it unpalatable, and no..." He said a bunch of conditions.

Kreacher bowed deeply, cursed under his breath and left.

Sirius took the time to go outside the door again. After looking around for a long time, he found no suspicious figure, but he saw a Muggle aunt who got up early to buy groceries.

"Maybe he's gone." Sirius thought to himself, he closed the door, and the silver coiled snake door knocker slammed on the mottled black door with a "bang", his heart skipped a beat, and he was quiet for a few seconds, what? That didn't happen either.

"Something doesn't feel right..." he thought.

But he couldn't find anything unusual. He sniffed his nose, but there was still a damp, dusty smell of corruption in the air. Everything from the hall to the corridor looked gloomy. His eyes circled over the peeling wallpaper, the ragged and dusty carpet, and the shimmering magic chandelier overhead.

Business as usual.

Even the portraits hanging crookedly on the wall are very quiet today, quiet...?

Sirius looked carefully at the characters in the portrait, they seemed to be asleep, he moved closer, stood in front of a portrait that might be an ancestor of the Black family with a glorious history, and tapped the outer frame.

The nobleman with long curly hair that stretched to his waist was leaning on the chair, snoring slightly.

Suddenly, Sirius felt as if a piece of ice had been stuffed into his stomach, it was cold, and he was still twitching constantly, his forehead also began to hurt. He suddenly became active nervously, walked to a curtain in a few strides, and pulled it away abruptly.

Behind the curtain is a huge portrait. In the painting is an old woman. She has a thin face and high cheekbones. She looks a bit like Sirius at this time. Although I don’t want to admit it, this is his mother .

The very active old woman who had quarreled with him for a long time yesterday was sound asleep, and did not suddenly jump up and scold him as a "dirty and sinful bastard". Her saliva wet half of her clothes.

Sirius returned to the room with his wand in his hand. He felt a little more at ease, "Maybe he was scaring himself." He started from the ground floor and searched room by room. To prevent accidents, he called Kreacher back.

"If that man showed up yesterday, don't ask me, take me out of here immediately." Sirius warned the house-elf.

Kreacher had a face full of reluctance, and he muttered in a voice that Sirius could definitely hear: "After running away from home for more than ten years, the prodigal young master ordered old Kreacher, and I heard that he even killed people... "

"Shut up!" growled Sirius.

"Crunch——"

Sirius held the wand in one hand, the tip of the wand shone slightly, and the spell was ready to be released. With the other hand, he turned the snake-like handle, and the door opened. no one.

Kreacher arched his back, shuffled his feet, and looked around his legs, "There is nothing. The prodigal young master has been imprisoned for more than ten years, and he is not even mentally normal. Oh, poor mistress, if she I don’t know what to think if I know something underground. Poor old Kreacher..."

Sirius said unhappily: "She's fine, she just had a fight with me yesterday, and she slept soundly at night, drooling all over the floor."

As they went up, the old wooden floor had been in disrepair for a long time and had been eaten away by moths. It made a creaking sound when they stepped on it, and Sirius couldn't help but lift his heart.

"It seems to have returned to the war years." He muttered, but the excitement in his eyes could not be stopped.

His movements are more concise and efficient. Every time he opens the door, he checks the doorknob to see if there is any trace of being used. After checking the dining room, storage room, and bedroom on the second floor, there is nothing wrong. The tense mood relaxed a little.

Even when he bumped into an old ghoul in the toilet on the second floor, he was still in the mood to joke: "Your ugly face is not the worst I have ever seen, Azkaban is the concentration of demons and ghosts Land, although I am also a..."

At the door of the study on the third floor, although Sirius was still cautious in his movements, he was no longer so vigilant in his heart, he pushed open the door and walked in. The study was empty, but the light was brighter, and he saw the old, bug-ridden bookcases against the walls, with rusty silver and green trim.

Behind the heavy desk was a high-backed armchair. He remembered that when he was a child, his father liked to stay here the most, but every time he approached it, he would be reprimanded.

"Swoosh!"

"What——"

The candle holder at the door suddenly moved, twisting and wrapping around Sirius' body. His hand holding the wand was bent to one side. The fist broke open, the wand fell to the ground, turned a few times and stopped moving.

Sirius's chest heaved violently and he gasped for breath. Out of his corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of Kreacher being tied up, and the sound of pages turning came from behind the high-backed chair behind the desk.

He yelled a name angrily: "Felix Hemp."

The high quilt chair turned around, revealing the figure of Felix, holding a book with a black cover in his hand, carefully turning over a page that was as crisp as a cracker, and said without looking up : "Wait a minute - I see the key point."

"Kreacher..." Sirius said in a low voice.

Kreacher seemed to have just figured out the situation. His figure was illusory for a moment, and he wanted to use movement magic, but he was imprisoned in the next second.

Sirius wanted to continue talking, but the sharp end of the silver candle holder approached his mouth, threatening silently, and he could only stare blankly, as if he wanted to kill Felix with his eyes.

The study was quiet for ten minutes, and the only sound in the room was the panting of Sirius. Just as he felt his wrist being strangled unconscious, Felix closed the book "Secrets of the Cutting-Edge Dark Arts" and sighed, "It's so evil...I don't even want to eat breakfast."

Sirius couldn't help but mockingly said: "It's not like your... teacher, Snape loved these things when he was young."

"Who doesn't have any hobbies yet?" Felix replied evasively.

Sirius remained silent, raised his head and stared at Felix, "How did you get in here?"

Felix smiled and said, "I got a little help from the Black family."

"Impossible!" Sirius retorted: "Although I don't want to admit it ~IndoMTL.com~, I am the only descendant of the Black family, and only I can come in."

Felix glanced at Kreacher.

"He...he's different..."

"That's right!" Kreacher said proudly: "Old Kreacher has served the eternally noble Black family for generations, generations!" Then he glanced at Sirius maliciously, "Not counting the present My master, who is nothing but blood, but poor Kreacher has nothing to do..."

Sirius glared at him and wanted to strangle him.

Felix stood up and looked carefully at the wound on Sirius' forehead, "Potter's scar is on the right, and yours is just the opposite. How strange, is it a coincidence?"

"You—"

Sirius stared, he didn't worry much about his safety now, he intuitively believed that Felix would not kill him, but he also found out that Felix was even worse than Snape—— His words are more powerful.