A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

On the black marble, the white inscriptions were easier to read in the dim light, and they seemed to gleam in the dark—

Locke Irvine

Born December 12, 1966, died May 3, 1980

Taking care of 12 companions during the flu, unfortunately passed away

"Locke Irving..." Felix murmured, he recalled the scene when he was 9 years old when he collapsed on the hospital bed, and when he was the weakest, there was someone taking care of him all the time.

Three days before he recovered, Ai Wen disappeared. He begged the dean to tell him, but what he got was a heavy sigh.

That was his first deep understanding of death.

Felix stood quietly in front of the tombstone, like a silent statue, and after about an hour, his figure disappeared.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Felix returned to the office. Earlier, he used the Patronus to inform his assistant that he had canceled this weekend's rune tutoring.

After a little preparation, he knocked on the door of the principal's office.

The room was very dark. Dumbledore raised his head from the desk and looked at him through the half-moon glasses, "Felix... please sit down, wait a moment, the light in the office is a little dim."

He held up what looked like a silver lighter, pressed it a few times, and balls of light flew out from it, and the office immediately became bright.

"What is this?" Felix asked with interest.

"I make my own gadget, which I call a deluminator, that absorbs and emits light," Dumbledore said.

Felix sat across from him, pulling out his diary and new crown.

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the crown for the first time, he stood up directly, bent down and looked at it carefully, "This is... if I read it correctly..."

"Yes, Lady Ravenclaw's crown."

Dumbledore looked at Felix, keenly noticing his use of the word 'lady', which few would say.

He quickly thought of the fact that his principal's authority was temporarily borrowed, and the speculation that popped up in his heart made him a little horrified, but he quickly ruled out this possibility.

His eyes turned to the diary, which was less eye-catching, looking tattered with a hole in the middle.

Dumbledore stared at it longer, fingers groping for the crack. "Powerful Fiery Spell," he frowned, but didn't rush to comment, and for a split second his blue eyes widened. , "That's right, that's right, that's it..."

After a long time, he looked away from above. Dumbledore sighed softly: "It really surprised me. I thought that nothing would surprise me, a bad old man. It seems that your story will open my eyes."

Felix began to tell of his 'experience', from very early on, "Draco Malfoy found me the night the Chamber of Secrets adventure ended, and he seemed terrified, but very astute, brought An evil dark magic item..." He nodded to the diary on the table.

He said that he suspected that the diary was related to the opening of the secret room, so he tried to talk to it, but there was no feedback.

"This is not consistent with Mr. Malfoy's experience. I am going to observe it for a period of time and have set up strict magical protection for this."

Dumbledore folded his hands under his chin, listening quietly.

"It wasn't until the duel class that I found that the restraint I had set was broken, I rushed back and found a comatose house-elf called Dobby, I used a potion on it and accidentally obtained the secret room The truth of the matter," Felix said.

"so--"

"The diary is Voldemort's relic. He gave his diary to Lucius Malfoy for uncertain reasons, and Lucius took advantage of the accidental conflict in front of the Bliss Bookstore to hide the diary in Wei The youngest daughter of the Sleys, in Ginny Weasley's book."

Dumbledore sighed, "It's right with some of my guesses. As far as I know, during that time, the Ministry of Magic searched several pure-blood families under the name of investigating black magic items. Lucius may be in a hurry and can't wait. I want to get rid of this trouble."

"Dobby is very grateful to Potter. He did not hesitate to disobey his master's orders and protected Potter in the way he could, even though..." Felix smiled, "It may have troubled Potter himself. ."

"Ah, this kind of pure emotion is often beyond our imagination." Dumbledore said with emotion.

"In short, I realized the danger and prepared to destroy the diary, but conventional magic didn't work at all, so I used Fierce Fire." Felix said generously, not shy about the fact of black magic.

And Dumbledore didn't say much: "Maybe... this is indeed a good way."

Next, Felix explained that when he was tracing the secret room, he accidentally discovered a mysterious room, "I think its magic is very interesting, and I plan to study it in my spare time."

"On the eighth floor of the castle, on the tapestry where the troll club hit Barnabas?" Dumbledore repeated, with a thoughtful expression, he smiled and said, "Your words have unraveled a doubts for a long time."

"You know it too?" Felix asked knowingly. He couldn't say that he did all kinds of weird tests with your name, right?

"Oh, that was a wonderful experience, but maybe I underestimated its use..."

Felix didn't ask any further, he nodded and talked about the two ghosts. He and Barrow knew each other when they were in school and overheard their conversation.

He said a little ashamedly: "At first, I had a utilitarian purpose - I saw the manuscript left by Ms. Ravenclaw from the library, and I became curious about the era thousands of years ago, and I made a very deliberate relationship with Hailian. Na."

Dumbledore comforted him and said: "I also had utilitarian purposes in my youth, and deliberately made friends with many famous wizards, and we need not be ashamed of this."

"You're always so considerate, Dumbledore," Felix said. "I had an idea at the time. As Barrow's friend, I hoped to ease Helena's resentment against him."

"But with the in-depth contact, I found that Helena is a very good lady, chatting with her was very pleasant, and I enjoyed the process." Felix's voice was low.

Next, Felix reduced his description of Helena, not wanting to mention her name in a pile of lies.

"...I realized that the Room of Requirement may be a secret room left by Ravenclaw. I took her in and saw the memory left by Rowena Ravenclaw thousands of years ago."

Dumbledore's silver-haired hand stopped, and he listened intently, not wanting to miss a word.

"...Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw found the crown, and she said that there was a piece of evil spirit hidden in it. It is said that this magic originated from a famous dark wizard in ancient Greece - the vile Hellbo."

Dumbledore looked solemn and spit out a word: "Horcrux."

"Yes, it's this magic. I thought of the diary and gave it to Ms. Ravenclaw. After her confirmation, the diary is also one of the Horcruxes."

"Very keen, Felix," said Dumbledore.

"Lavenclaw then used the vast magic of Hogwarts to destroy it, and before the mission was completed, she remade the crown."

Felix finished the story.