A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Hagrid came out of the room first with Ron in his arms, followed by another Hermione, and then a short, tightly bound man floated out. From time to time I bumped into the stone, "Ouch!"

The short man's face was swollen a lot, his hands were tied behind him, twisted together, and his clothes were tattered. To avoid the stone, he tilted his head oddly to one side.

"Sirius, please—"

"You deserve it, Peter! You should be glad that Harry was kind enough..."

A wand stuck out, revealing Sirius' wary face, who was limping as Harry and Lupin supported him from left to right. Walking last was Snape, his expression intriguing, his wand always aimed at Peter Pettigrew.

"Sirius, you should go to the hospital," Harry whispered.

"No! I'm going to see him convicted!" Sirius bared his teeth and laughed wickedly. "Better give him another Dementor kiss." His wand was lowered, and Peter Pettigrew sent A piercing cry of pain.

...

Hermione hid behind the huge pumpkin and looked around, "Professor, are we going to do something, Professor McGonagall warned me not to change the past."

"I also think it's necessary to be cautious, but..." Felix moved his fingers lightly, and a small stone silently stuck to Peter Pettigrew, who fell again.

Until they were gone, Felix and Hermione came out of the shadows.

"Professor, what did you just do?"

"I marked Peter Pettigrew with magic - just in case, as you said, they'll be trapped on the covered bridge, and if he turns into a rat and escapes, I can find him!"

Hermione thought about it, and thought it was a good idea.

The two were hanging far behind these people, and Hagrid took great strides, and it didn't take long for the people behind him to be thrown away, and the "other Hermione" who was following him had to trot after him.

Hermione said strangely: "From this angle, I looked so stupid, Hagrid took one step and I took three steps."

Felix laughed softly, but soon his expression turned serious: "I don't want to touch the restricted area of ​​time, so my plan is to let everything go 'step by step' until the one you see When the future comes, I will appear again."

Hermione nodded, this should be the best way. She imagined it: half an hour later, when the army of Dementors launched an attack on the covered bridge, Professor Hepp suddenly appeared and rescued everyone in one fell swoop.

It neither changes what happened in the past, nor does it actually affect the future.

The two walked unhurriedly, keeping a distance of two or three hundred feet from Harry and the others, and Felix asked, "I have a few more questions, how did you hear about Umbridge and Fudge? Conversation?"

Hermione explained: "I followed Hagrid to the school hospital, and Madam Pomfrey said Ron was in no danger, so I turned back to see Harry and the others, only to see Umbridge greet Fudge, he A group of Aurors followed behind."

She said angrily: "That woman is so rude, and especially rude to Professor McGonagall because of the power of the Minister of Magic. If it weren't for Headmaster Dumbledore's absence..."

"She had a conflict with Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall asked her why she put the Dementors in the school, but Umbridge didn't even look at her, just flattering Fudge."

"That's it..."

Felix looked ahead, there was the wounded Sirius, and these people were not walking fast. Especially with an uphill run, which made them slower.

The wind brought their conversation to an ear, and it was Sirius' tangled voice: "I don't know if anyone told you-Harry, I'm your godfather..."

Ten minutes later—

"coming!"

Felix suddenly broke the silence. Hermione looked in the direction of his line of sight, and vaguely saw a pink, round shape, and she said in surprise, "Is that the woman?"

Then they heard a long whistle, Hermione felt a chill down her spine, and a black thing floated out, like a black plastic bag blown by the wind, it flew towards Harry and them quickly, and at this time , Harry and others are still some distance away from the covered bridge.

Hermione took a deep breath, and more and more dementors appeared. They were like a black plague, answering Umbridge's call and covering a small half of the sky.

"It's a dementor!" she heard Professor Lupin's voice say in the distance. "How come there are dementors in the school? The Ministry of Magic promised... use the Patronus Charm!"

At this time, it was almost dusk, the rays of the sun were half-obscured, half of the light was swallowed up, and the Dementor hung high in the air, spraying black mist constantly, as if it had entered the night ahead of time.

The silver light pierced the darkness, Lupin's spell, and he held up a silver barrier, but it was an incomplete Patronus.

Not far from them—"Let's get a little closer," Felix said, and he shrouded them in a faint silvery glow.

"Professor, what is this?" Hermione looked at her glowing hand.

"Unpleasant memories, dementors will subconsciously avoid us, of course, provided they have better options." Felix said.

The two got close enough to see the expressions on Lupin's faces, and Lupin shouted eagerly, "Harry, Sirius, use the Patronus Charm, and Severus...if you can if!"

The silver barrier he held up continued to condense, and a huge physical Patronus appeared. It was a wolf—the thing that Lupin hated the most, but it had to be used at this moment.

With the appearance of the wolf-shaped patron saint, the crisis was temporarily relieved. The silver giant roared silently, jumping and shooting one dementor after another.

Harry's mind was awake, his lips were trembling, and he subconsciously chanted the incantation: "Call God Protector - call God Protector - call God Protector!" With the light of the patron saint, he felt better, the initial suffocation disappeared, and he took a deep breath.

"Not enough! Not enough..." Lupin shouted, "Sirius, Severus!"

Snape didn't move, however, his expression stiffened, the wand in his hand clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white.

Sirius lightly tapped one leg on the ground, he held his wand high, and kept reciting: "Call God Guard! Call God Guard! Call God Guard... Damn, I can't do it!"

"Why you can't do it, we learned it together," Lupin exclaimed.

"I can't do it... Those happy memories are all related to James." Sirius covered his face in pain, and under the influence of the Dementor, his lips turned blue like Snape's.

Harry looked at Sirius, as if he had met this man for the first time, and had truly recognized his identity as his godfather. He mustered up the courage to recall all kinds of happy memories, the silver light kept surging, and something gradually took shape.

But there were too many dementors. "Let's go to the bridge!" Lupin said decisively.

Peter Pettigrew, who was bound, was straightened. He rolled his eyes and kept thinking about the escape route. "Be honest, Peter! There is a cliff below..." Sirius threatened and pushed him hard, Let him go by himself.

The green light on Snape's wand vanished, and he gave Sirius a wicked, bewildered look at him.

They boarded the covered bridge and fought and retreated. Only Lupin had a complete fighting force on the field, but his Patronus could not fight against the army of hundreds of Dementors, especially since they were constantly spraying black smoke and the biting cold made Everyone's breathing was white, and they felt like they were going to freeze.

Snape sent a few red lights to the sky, his face darkened, "There will be other people coming, and they will definitely..."

...

Taking advantage of all the dementors being attracted away, Felix whispered to the side: "When time returns to normal, should you appear on the other side of the covered bridge?"

"Yes, I came with the Ministry of Magic, and after a look from a distance, I hid and used the time-turner." Hermione said, looking at the bridge anxiously, "It should be soon... Ministry of Magic. People are coming."

"You should worry about yourself! The Ministry of Magic will come over in a while, how do you pass the covered bridge and get to the other side?" Felix said calmly: "If I remember correctly, you should go back to the original after using the time switch. Location?"

Hermione glanced at him in surprise, "You're right, Professor, there must be a closed loop in time and space." She suddenly realized the problem and screamed, "Then what should I do, God! If I can't get back in time, I, I—" She shuddered in fear, remembering the consequences of abusing the time-turner she had seen.

"How long has it been since the last time you saw Harry and the others, and when you used the time converter?"

"About seven or eight minutes! A lot of students rushed over at that time, and I had to avoid them and hide in a bathroom to use the time-turner."

"Enough. I'll create a chance for you...you wear the Invisibility Cloak, and with the effect of the Illusory Body Charm, you should be able to hide it." Felix looked at her seriously, "Be sure to grasp it. Chance."

Hermione nodded heavily, she didn't know what the professor was going to do, but she trusted him unreservedly.

"You stay here first, it's best to put on the invisibility cloak now and be ready..."

Hermione hurriedly put on the Invisibility Cloak, and Felix cast various scent and sound-blocking spells on her, and she looked like she didn't exist anymore.

Then, Felix wore the Illusory Body Charm and stepped onto the covered bridge.

There was a sound of footsteps across the bridge. Umbridge's pink clothes were very conspicuous. She led a dozen Aurors with a smile and said sharply: "Minister, it's right in front!" The figure is the Minister of Magic - Cornelius Fudge.

Next to him was Professor McGonagall, who glanced at the scene on the covered bridge and immediately widened her eyes, "Minister Fudge, you must stop these Dementors! They are attacking the Hogwarts professors, or two! "

Umbridge giggled: "That's because they're hanging out with Azkaban's worst fugitives, you see, they're attacking the Ministry of Magic... Minerva, I thought you wouldn't cover them up. of."

"Severus and Remus won't cover up fugitives!" McGonagall said angrily.

Fudge patted his stomach, "Don't worry, Minerva, we can control the dementors and won't hurt these two professors, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Dumbledore..."

He gestured to Umbridge with his eyes, and Umbridge took out a black whistle from her pocket and blew it with her cheeks puffed up. She looked like a toad ready to prey.

The whistle sounded, the Dementors received the order, and their attack became more violent, constantly shuttling and flying in the gaps on the covered bridge, and ice crystals condensed in the air.

The strands of black mist were blown towards the Ministry of Magic by the wind. Fudge shuddered and muttered in a low voice, "The nasty thing." He tightened his collar and stared at the bridge. The professor named Snape shot an invisible spell from his wand, and miraculously, it was able to slightly block the dementor's attack.

But... Fudge stretched out a thick finger, "Who is that tied up?"

Professor McGonagall looked at it carefully for a moment and exclaimed, "It's Peter Pettigrew!"

"How is it possible, isn't he dead?" Fudge asked in disbelief. He felt that something was wrong, as if something had gone wrong - someone who had been dead for more than ten years suddenly appeared, and it was not normal for him to think.

Umbridge rolled his eyes, "Minister, maybe this hero didn't die back then, but just lost his memory. He recently saw the news of Sirius Black's escape from prison. He was stimulated to restore his memory, and decided to fight against a dozen years ago again. Strong enemy..."

Fudge's eyes lit up, "You're very right--"

"No!" said Professor McGonagall suddenly, "Peter Pettigrew is the illegitimate Animagus who disguised himself as a mouse and stayed in one of my students' homes for more than ten years! Dumbledore suspects that he betrayed the Potters. Someone else. Minister Fudge, you should stop the attack and get to the bottom of it."

Fudge frowned, and he said uneasily: "What are you talking about? Peter Pettigrew is a hero recognized by the Ministry of Magic, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, how could it be..."

But he knew Professor McGonagall's character, she never lied, and Fudge was a little undecided, watching the battle on the covered bridge hesitantly.

At this moment, it has reached the most critical moment. Snape has been using hidden black magic, and the effect on the dementors is not obvious, so he can only barely support it.

The dementors became irritable, and the flames thrown by Sirius became weaker and weaker, and finally one of the dementors flew past him, swept away his only remaining happy memories.

"No—" His wand dropped.

There was a gap in the defense, more Dementors rushed forward, and the silver mist that Harry held up became thinner and thinner, and he felt like he was holding a mountain and bent over overwhelmed.

Various hallucinations began to appear in his mind, and he heard his mother's voice again, this time it was extraordinarily clear, he tried his best to resist, but his reaction became weaker and weaker.

Immediately afterwards, Harry found himself surrounded by a warm force, and he heard a gentle voice say: "Harry, cheer up and think of happy memories..."

Harry found himself freed from the influence of the Dementors, regained his senses, and glanced around quickly, keenly noticing the silver glow brewing at the tip of Snape's wand, but before he could think about it, he was seven or eight paces away. Seeing his godfather on the ground, a Dementor leaned in close, lifted the tattered hood over his head, revealing a rotting hole that looked like a mouth, and he could even smell rancid breath.

"No, no!" Harry tried desperately to imagine what it would be like to have a new home, to live with his godfather. "God Guard!" he yelled, feeling an unprecedented power surging, magic powers converging, silver The fog rolled like rolling waves, and a dazzling silver creature emerged from the sea. Just standing still, silver ripples rippled away, throwing the Dementor far away.

Immediately afterwards, it began to run around Harry, one dementor after another flying on top of its giant silver horns, and the army of dementors kept retreating and ripping apart.

Umbridge and Fudge couldn't close their mouths in surprise. "Is this Harry Potter?" Fudge said oddly.

Umbridge froze for a moment, picked up the whistle and blew it violently, urging the Dementors to attack.

"Old toad, what do you want to do!"

Unknowingly, a group of students gathered behind the Ministry of Magic officials, who said indignantly that a spell flew from the corner and hit Umbridge's black whistle directly. The whistle exploded with a "bang" and Umm Richie screamed and fell to the ground.

"Who! Who attacked the high officials of the Ministry of Magic!" said Fudge angrily.

Professor McGonagall raised her wand, followed by her, and the students surrounding her, she suppressed her anger, and said sternly: "Minister Fudge, immediately order the Dementors to stop attacking, if something goes wrong, you must will regret it."

Fudge looked around blankly. He had never been pointed at so many wands before. All he saw were young, angry faces. Even the elite Aurors he was carrying had no fighting spirit. Students take action.

Fudge's attitude softened, and he tried his best to defend: "I'm actually...not..." He was stunned for a few seconds, turned around, and ordered loudly: "Let the Dementors come back, the Aurors are dispatched, and don't hurt anyone. !"

A nearby subordinate reminded in a low voice: "Minister, the whistle that controls the dementors has blown."

Fudge was furious: "Can't control the Dementors without that damn whistle?"

The man said in horror: "It's OK under normal circumstances, but now they're not badly injured and need to eat urgently..."

Fudge's pupils dilated for a moment, as if in response to these words, and the dementors that collapsed reunited. They were not dead, but the robes on their bodies became more and more tattered, and there were still big holes hanging brightly on their chests.

It was poked out by Harry's Patronus, but it wasn't a fatal injury, not even a minor one. Dementors had no body but they were hungry, and there was a gluttonous meal in front of them. feast.

They aimed at the students behind the Aurors, circling constantly, like black birds reporting mourning, but in the face of the former controller, they seemed a little concerned, sucking the air on the periphery, the temperature dropped visibly, many students face Palely exhaled a cloud of white mist.

On the other side, Harry leaned against the fence, gasping for breath, exhausted to death, barely letting himself fall. The Patronus jogged back toward him, not a horse, not a unicorn, but a stag all the time. It was glowing all over, and the Patronus dissipated when he reached out to touch the sharp horns on its head.

It worked! He managed to save Sirius, Professor Lupin, and... Snape. Harry's eyes swept around, his godfather lay on the ground, breathing heavily, and Lupin sat on the ground wearily.

He turned his head to look at Snape, only to see Snape dragging his shaky body, swinging his wand like a sharp blade, shooting a heart-pounding green spell from the tip of the wand, his eyes widened, reality seemed to be in harmony with reality. The dreams overlapped, and he heard his mother's scream again, followed by a green light that filled his vision...

That's the Avada Solitaire!

How could Snape use this spell? No, who is he using?

Harry realized with hindsight that Peter Pettigrew was gone, and only his clothes were left on the ground. His eyes followed the direction of Snape's spell, and he saw a black mouse fleeing desperately.

Snape wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew!

But just then, a hand came out of the air and took Snape's wand, "Severus, he's not worth it."

"Don't stop me, Felix!" Snape's face contorted, the hatred in his eyes was unforgettable, stronger than anything Harry had ever seen before, "Let me complete my revenge... I beg you! "

"There's a better way," Felix said, and he cast a spell, and the rat's body suddenly lit up, its head elongated, and so did its torso, and he was freed from the state of Animagos Come out and stumble to his knees on the ground.

Peter Pettigrew was unlucky. He had just run to the other end of the covered bridge. A dozen steps away was a group of Aurors and students. Attracted by a scene.

Seven or eight dementors glided down and floated down, one of them grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the neck and loosened his hood—

"No! Forgive me, I shouldn't betray you, James, Lily, the Dark Lord forced me, he's too strong... You don't know his methods!" Peter Pettigrew cried desperately.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic widened their eyes, and their raised wands hung in the air. Everyone, including Mag, froze in place. They were all shocked by Peter Pettigrew's astonishing remarks.

At the end of his life, he finally came to his senses and shouted desperately, "He's coming back! The man who can't even be named is coming back! I did something wrong, forgive me—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the dementors sucked his soul.

Snape took a few steps back, and fell to the ground in despair. His whole body seemed to be paralyzed. He covered his face and muttered to himself.

For a long time, Fudge exclaimed: "Ridiculous! What is he talking about in his sleep!"

Professor McGonagall said sharply: "Only you think so, he's made it clear enough. Also, your dementors are out of control!"

The Dementors were really out of control. Peter Pettigrew's soul stimulated them, and they were not satisfied with hovering outside the big meal, drinking some soup and water, and began to approach tentatively.

Fudge backed away in horror, shrinking himself into the crowd: "Protect me, use the Patronus Charm!"

But unfortunately, the Patronus Spell is not a regular spell, even Aurors will not have requirements for this spell. Including Mag, there were only four people at the scene who could know the Patronus Charm.

McGonagall frowned, she didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to be so bad, especially Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who looked like he was going to be frightened. She controlled her Patronus, and as Harry had done, the intense light kept coming together, but she heard Felix's voice.

"Just now!"

what now? She turned her head and opened her mouth in surprise. Felix stood on the edge of the covered bridge, holding a colorless transparent vortex in his hand. Blue magic was surging around his body, and the dementors were torn down one by one. , shrunk and plunged into the whirlpool.

One, two, ten, twenty...these dementors moved away from them uncontrollably, falling from the sky like a black rain...

Felix maintained his magic, and when he heard light footsteps passing by, it was Hermione in an invisibility cloak, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said softly.

Carefully avoiding the Aurors and Professor McGonagall, she passed through a group of students, "Who's hitting me?" someone muttered in dissatisfaction, "Don't squeeze, you can see, Professor Hepp is so cool, and ha The patron saint of Lee, my God, is incredible!"

After more than ten seconds, there was no more dementors in the sky, Felix stoked the spherical vortex, looked at the stunned Minister of Magic and Aurors, and said softly: "Since these dementors are out of control and attacking Students and Minister of Magic, there is no need to keep..."

"Pong!"

A white flame ignited in the spherical vortex, the vortex began to rotate violently, and a large stream of black smoke gushed out, transforming into a twisted face, but it was quickly burned out by the flame, and the black spots in the vortex They disappeared one by one, as if they had never appeared.

Umbridge, whose mouth was full of blood, opened her eyes and saw the picture of Felix burning the Dementors. The memory of the past emerged, and she screamed and fainted.

"Hy, Mr. Happ..." said Fudge, trembling.

Felix showed his white teeth, "No thanks, this is what I should do."