A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 307: Portrait

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The next morning, heavy rain poured down, and lightning flashed across the dark sky from time to time.

Standing in front of the window, Felix watched the rain fall heavily like layers of curtains, blurring the Forbidden Forest in the distance. In his right hand, he held a palm-sized colorless and transparent spherical vortex, and in the vortex, a shrunken dementor swirled lightly.

After a while, he returned to the room, the vortex gradually dissipated, his hand was slightly silvery, and he directly grabbed the dementor.

Fiddled with it for a long time, then stuffed it into the ring.

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In class, the mood of the little wizards was affected by the weather, and they were obviously depressed, especially when Felix asked them to submit their homework. From the window he saw a group of students queuing up in the rain to go to the herb class in the greenhouse. One unlucky student fell into the muddy water, but was immediately washed away by the rain.

"Okay, students," Felix looked at the fourth-grade students in the audience, "I made a sentence from the 227 ancient runes you need to master this school year, so your next task is very simple It's obvious—"

"I need you to remember these seventeen sentences firmly."

Felix said uncertainly: "It shouldn't be difficult, at least it is very simple for me. We will start from the first sentence to explain, it is all learned knowledge..."

At noon, while eating in the auditorium, Felix heard a lot of anecdotes.

It's only a few days before the Quidditch final, and it's this Saturday, which is also the day he and Sirius made an appointment, and the two favorites to win the championship, Slytherin and Gryffindor, are also in dire straits, In addition to being able to see Wood praise the superb performance of the Firebolt loudly, you can often see a little girl standing on a big snake passing by braggingly, and the little wizards who come and go pay attention.

However, within a few days, a few senior Ravenclaw students "accidentally" passed the open space with a seven-foot-long eagle, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

The Hufflepuffs have been relatively low-key, which may have something to do with their early withdrawal from this year's trophy contention - they lost a crucial game to the Ravenclaw team.

However, this did not affect the enthusiasm of the little badgers. Within two days of being lost, their captain took the lead in supporting the Ravenclaw team, declaring that their condition was very good and they were strong contenders for the championship.

Aside from that, Harry's Patronus, Felix burning dementors, and Minister of Magic Fudge's embarrassing departure from school are among the hottest topics, and picking any one will lead to minutes of discussion , Felix saw a Hufflepuff student arguing with his peers about whether Fudge would take the blame and resign, forgetting to eat, and had to rush off to Potions class with two pies.

'Severus has a good nose, if he finds out...' Felix shook his head, secretly noted down the student's appearance, and prepared to see if he would be locked up.

That afternoon, Dumbledore brought back the innocence certificate of Sirius, "The arrest warrant has been withdrawn, but I don't think the Ministry of Magic will publicize its mistakes with great fanfare. Moore accepted it, and there is Buckbeak's verdict."

Felix glanced at the conclusion at the bottom of the official document, "Accidental injury, a fine of 500 Galleons." He smiled slightly, "This time the Ministry of Magic is very efficient, it took a long time before."

Dumbledore blinked, "I told Fudge, you are Hagrid's defender...he let it go immediately."

But he immediately said in a deep voice: "Based on what I know about Fudge, this is only a temporary compromise. I don't want you to despise him because of his poor behavior these two days. Not in strength."

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded seriously. What happened yesterday, in the final analysis, was that he had shown his strength, and he was reasonable, and he couldn't please Fudge, so he quickly compromised.

But I really thought that he was intimidated by his own strength, and since then he used his strength to coerce the opponent everywhere, which is easy to cause resentment and trouble.

It really drove Fudge into a hurry. He couldn't think of killing the net, and sent all the Aurors and strikers. Should Felix turn into a demon king and slaughter the magic world? Don't even think about this kind of thing, Dumbledore will be the first to refuse.

So now that Fudge has expressed his kindness, Felix has to appreciate it, even though he feels uncomfortable.

If what happened yesterday had any effect on him, it made him more eager to make some changes, not to change himself, but to change everything he saw in front of him. I felt an impulse in my heart to turn the stain into a more gorgeous picture.

In the evening, there was an unfinished letter on the table, which started like this——

'Dear Andis, regarding your previous suggestion, I have seriously considered it and think that I should participate more actively in it. I am going to form a company—'

The letter came to an abrupt end here, and the traces of ink had already dried up, and even fainted due to the humid air outside, which was enough to show how long Felix had been thinking.

"Let's wait and think about it..."

Felix crumpled the parchment and popped it out gently. The parchment turned into a flame bird and rushed out of the window, turning into strands of ashes.

"I think you just do what you think, and you can leave it to someone else anyway," said a voice.

Felix raised his head and looked at a portrait on the wall. There was an image of a young man with black hair and blue pupils in the blank frame. He was wearing a dragon skin cloak. It was Felix himself.

It was a portrait hanging in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. He complained: "The dean hung me next to a medieval wizard who talked too much, and he would observe the blemishes on everyone's face in the past. , and try to give advice, I have beaten him three times, but unfortunately, his mind is filled with persistence, and it is not right, he has no brain..."

Looking at his own portrait, Felix felt a strange sense of absurdity in his heart: "I think you are quite talkative now."

"I'm holding back too hard..." The person in the portrait spread his hands at him, "Hey, listen to me, I found an interesting fact."

"What is it?"

"I can sneak into Dumbledore's office. Remember the day when the Longbottoms were cured? Dumbledore said he had been notified by Dairis Delt, and I found her, and she agreed... I borrowed her portrait, so I went to Dumbledore's headmaster's office and chatted with the previous headmasters, and of course, Dumbledore himself."

"What did you talk to Dumbledore about?"

"Don't worry, my mouth is very strict, and you didn't tell me the most important secret." The person in the portrait rolled his eyes, and Felix regretted making his portrait so lively.

"...He asked me if I like sweets, and said that he could suggest that you draw me a candy house, which is really interesting. Why did you forget to draw food? Even a bunch of grapes is fine..."

Felix: "...shut up, you."

The portrait makes a gesture of zipping up the zipper, and is about to leave with a smile. He looks much more cheerful than Felix himself, "I still suggest you, just do what you want, don't think about it .” His figure disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank photo frame for a long time, spread out a piece of parchment again, thought about writing a job advertisement, then rolled up the parchment ~IndoMTL.com~ and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to draw Time mailed to the Daily Prophet.

The next two days were lackluster, until Saturday morning when Felix got ready and entered 12 Grimmauld Place from the fireplace.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, he walked back and forth in the room anxiously, his eyes lit up when he saw Felix.

"You are finally here!"

"Here is your proof of innocence, take it." Felix handed him the official document of the Ministry of Magic.

Sirius took it over and glanced at it, then lost interest, and threw it on the sofa casually, "I'll call Kreacher, Kreacher!"

A house-elf suddenly appeared in front of the two.

"Is he going too?" Felix asked in surprise.

"He insisted—" Sirius shrugged.

Kreacher proudly puffed out his chest, "No one knows it better than me."