A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

There are only three shades left in the world: black, white, and gray.

Rita Skeeter froze, watching with difficulty Felix's slender fingers as they tapped the tabletop, with fingernails a healthy pale pink—the only color in her field of vision.

As the fingers tapped, circles of black-gray ripples bloomed from the fingertips, and the ripples passed through the bodies of the two of them, spreading silently in all directions.

"You—" the woman said sternly, her wand in her hand, but she couldn't lift even the slightest height.

"Look, I occasionally use this perspective to observe the world and observe magic. It's still very interesting." Felix introduced, his attitude has not changed from beginning to end.

But Rita Skeeter doesn't think so.

"You're doing this... against the law... Azkaban..." She parted her lips with great difficulty, word by word.

"Rita, Rita, you don't think I'll do anything bad to you, do you?" Felix said jokingly, "I just asked, do you really know me?"

"Obviously, you don't know me."

"A colleague of yours advised you not to hit me? I guess he must be Slytherin."

Rita Skeeter's eyes were fixed on him.

"When I was in fifth grade, I visited a few stubborn purebloods during my vacation time, and they never talked about me in public," Felix said calmly.

"Do you know why?"

She widened her eyes.

"Do you think—whose power do I need to rely on to fight the threat of extreme purebloods? No, Rita," he said softly, "I just showed them a possibility."

As Felix's mood fluctuated, the white and gray of the entire world quickly dyed into ink-like pitch black, a deep and oppressive darkness.

Rita Skeeter's body trembled slightly.

"Yeah, one possibility, if I become the Dark Lord..." He didn't go on.

The darkness faded quickly, and once again returned to black and white, like an old faded photograph.

"Thinking about it, I'm actually very talkative. As long as you don't come to provoke me, I don't have time to deal with you. But unfortunately, it happens—"

"You got in my way..."

Ignoring her, Felix summoned the parchment on the table and read it casually.

This piece of parchment had been filled with a foot of content before he knew it, which made him wonder whether to laugh or cry. If the little wizards at Hogwarts had the ability to make up, they would definitely laugh out loud in their dreams.

"Tsk tsk!"

"This part is too much."

"Did I say so?"

"Keeping a close relationship with Dumbledore, who, me?" He shook his head.

The color in the room is gradually coming back, which is also a magical scene, like a child who finds a faded photo in an old storage room and picks up a crayon and smears it.

The world is alive again.

Rita Skeeter found that she had regained her mobility.

She glanced at the wand in her hand, then at Felix who was still reading the parchment, her eyes rolling.

But she quickly abandoned the silly idea.

"Have you made up your mind, do you want to do it? This may be an opportunity. Grab me, and you can make up the story later." Felix raised his head and looked at her with light blue eyes.

"You're joking, Felix, no, Professor Hepp, Sir—" Rita Skeeter kept changing her title.

"Ah."

He threw the parchment in his hand lightly, and it silently turned to ashes.

"About the purpose of my coming..."

"I apologise! I will stop all false statements!" she said quickly, with a pleasing smile on her face.

"Thank you, Rita."

Felix stood up, smiled slightly, and bowed politely, then he pushed open the door, and his figure blended into the night.

At this moment, it was completely dark, and the north wind blew snowflakes and made his robes rattle. Felix took two steps against the snow, and in the next second he disappeared in place.

After a while, Rita Skeeter quietly opened the door, glanced left and right, there was nothing outside the room, and she quickly closed the door.

A vicious swearing sound spewed out of her mouth, and she was almost cursing someone with the worst words she'd ever known in her life.

"Felix Happ!" she called the name viciously.

"I want revenge! Revenge...his secret...yes, yes, the damn...he doesn't know I'm an Animagus yet, maybe, no, it's too risky."

After scolding for a long time, Rita Skeeter finally stopped.

She came to the wine cabinet and wanted to take out a bottle of wine to quench her thirst, but as soon as her fingers touched the handle, the gorgeous silver product turned into fine sand in her hand.

Rita Skeeter froze there.

She tentatively stretched out a thick finger and tapped a purple jug—her favorite jug. But in the next second, the jug quickly decomposed into fine sand, including the liquor stored inside.

Her eyes became terrified, and her body stumbled against the chair behind her. Then she found that the chair was also scattered on the ground and turned into a beach of fine sand.

Rita Skeeter looked around her house—everywhere was deserting, including her delicate frame, her alligator-skin handbag.

Not even the floor was spared.

"Ahhh!"

She ran out of the house in horror, and under her gaze, the entire single-family house was crumbling, and a vortex of sand gushed from the bottom, slowly but firmly engulfing the house.

"This is a lesson." A voice sounded very suddenly in Rita Skeeter's mind.

Her lips were trembling, as if she wanted to say something, but this time, she quickly closed her mouth.

Forbidden forest edge.

The figure of Felix suddenly appeared. He faced the wind and snow and headed for the castle step by step. The weather in December is terribly cold, especially with strong winds and blizzards, and every step is a severe test.

When he saw the outline of the castle in the distance, a thought was triggered, he shook his head, and he really didn't have a long memory.

Felix pushed open the dark brown door, shook off the snowflakes, and entered the warm castle.

He waved his wand lightly, and the door behind him closed with a bang, blocking out the snow and darkness.