A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix spread out the map, put his hand on it, and said softly, "Albus Dumbledore."

The map doesn't have any feedback, it's like there's no such person.

Felix pursed his lips, already guessing this possibility. He put on his coat, and Warren wrapped a scarf for himself, and the two walked out of the office without a sound. After thinking for a while, Felix walked towards the seventh classroom.

A few minutes in advance.

In the abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor, four people were waiting anxiously. Weeping Myrtle sat on the toilet, looking down at Harry as he walked irritably. "You still have a date?" the ghost asked.

No one paid her any attention.

After another round, Harry asked Ron, who was standing in the doorway, "Did you hear anything?"

"No," said Ron, stooping and looking out through the gap in the keyhole.

"Luna won't forget the time, will she?" Harry turned and stared at Ginny.

"I think……"

"Ouch!" Ron suddenly cried out in pain, covering his forehead and backing away. The door was pushed open a crack, and after a few seconds, the four and a ghost saw Luna stick her head in, peering cautiously, her tousled, dirty hair cascading down, grinning when she saw After seeing Ron and the others, she suddenly grinned.

"Oh—you're all here—great!" Luna said happily. "I've been looking forward to a secret party. Can we set off fireworks?"

"Bah." Ron said, rubbing his forehead.

Luna stared at the red skin on his head, "What's the matter with you?"

"Okay, forget about it, Luna." Hermione said, "You're late, and while I don't really want to hear a reason for oversleep, it's better than an accident - one more question, you Wasn't found out?"

"I bumped into Mrs. Norris," Luna said, and several people's hearts rose immediately, "but I used polymorphism to conjure a bunch of mice and fish, and it ran after the mice." After that, she Show everyone an empty left wrist.

There should have been a string of stone bracelets there.

According to Ginny, they advertised in the "Mystery Wall" tabloid looking for beautiful stones. After only two days, Luna received half a box of oddly shaped and colorful pebbles. Of course, don't expect resurrection stones. . Luna picked some out and made her full set of decorations, and Ginny pushed it away and ended up with a necklace.

Of course, she never wore it.

The remaining stones were also used for waste, and the two spent an afternoon adding half a gravel path to the room of the 'Curved Snorer Must Exist' club, leading to a hammock.

"Why do you want to change some fish out?" Myrtle asked with drooping eyebrows. Judging from her tone, she was quite interested.

"Cats love to eat fish," Luna affirmed.

"But live fish don't appear on the ground out of thin air—live fish, I think?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, but cats don't care," Luna said.

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more skewed, Harry quickly cleared his throat, and the others turned their attention to him. He took out the captain's style during Quidditch training, and said solemnly: "We have to hurry up, There are three people here who are going to get up early tomorrow for team training."

"It's earlier than class time, so mean, isn't it? I don't know who set the time," Ron said.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Are you going to be arguing here all night? Come on, Harry," Hermione urged.

So Harry put himself in front of a sink faucet with a small snake carved into the side of the faucet. "I have a bad hunch," said Ron, splashing cold water. "From the moment we encountered the statue that popped up, we should have returned to the dorm right away—"

"Oh, shut up," Ginny said angrily.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Ron shouted in a low voice. "You also saw that statue that suddenly appeared - hell, we didn't remember any of us before!"

"It may have been moved recently." Ginny said calmly.

Ron squinted at her with an expression she couldn't understand. Harry ignored the quarrels, even though a shadow was cast in his mind, what the hell was going on with that statue? He thought for a few seconds and called, "Open." A strange hissing sound came out of his mouth, a dazzling white light came out of the faucet, and then the pool began to move, sinking slowly, revealing a very thick pipe .

"Thank goodness the entrance wasn't blocked by the professors," Harry said with mixed emotions.

If they fail, they can end their adventure tonight.

Both Ginny and Luna saw the secret room for the first time. They carefully put their heads together and looked down carefully. It was pitch black and bottomless. They cast themselves various protection spells, dust spells, levitation spells, super-sensation spells, bubble head spells, etc., and then jumped down hand in hand.

"Will there be a little basilisk or something in there?" Myrtle asked expectantly.

"It's unlikely," Harry said sullenly, disappearing at the entrance to the secret room.

On the other side, Grindelwald walked slowly in the dark corridor, thinking about what he had just heard. The secret room, the resurrection stone... Is this an expedition among the students, or is there a certain degree of certainty?

Also, those little guys have good potential and feel very keen.

He grinned, and the tall, red-haired, freckled boy came to his mind. He seemed to have missed him in the past and didn't pay much attention, but when he knocked twice at himself disguised as a statue, Grindelwald decided to focus on the student named 'Ron Weasley' in the future. .

He stopped in front of a door.

Is this the legendary No. 7 classroom? Inside are the young memories of the professors? He was very curious about it and decided to find out. The wand slid through the wooden door like a sword, leaving a long mark on it.

This is not Grindelwald's own magic, but is stored in a gem in his exclusive wand.

These magical powers originally belonged to a little girl from the 'Future World' company. Later, when he came to Hogwarts, he began to absorb the magic power that escaped and could not be detected and controlled by the naked eye from this ancient school of magic. But no matter which one it is, it is much worse than what he owns.

After doing this, Grindelwald stopped and looked closely at the wooden door.

A light halo appeared on the wooden door, and then the traces left on it began to fade. Grindelwald silently observed this process, capturing the sequence in which these traces dissipated. He was looking for a way to construct the magic power, and when the traces completely disappeared, he drew a line with magic power diagonally. He kept repeating this action, and after a while, he stopped and fell into contemplation.

After an unknown amount of time, he muttered words and pointed his wand at the wooden door. Immediately, dense lines appeared in the upper left corner of the wooden door and the surrounding walls. They were arranged in an orderly manner, like a corner of a huge maze. The lines flickered a few times and then disappeared.

Grindelwald half-closed his eyes and extracted a half-crippled picture from his head. Then do the same. After a while, he opened his eyes and whispered to himself, "Ancient Rune?"

At this time, footsteps were heard in the distance.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, suddenly pointed his wand at the frosted window, and left the other side without looking back. After more than ten seconds, Felix appeared slowly.

Warren sat on his shoulders, two little hands around his neck, looking around.

"Hey! (Where's the fun?)"

"Don't worry." Felix approached, his eyes stopped for a while on the wooden door of classroom No. 7, and then began to look around. After a while, he stared at the window where the spell was being cast, and thoughtfully . The moon outside the window was bright, close to full, and Felix reckoned that Remus wouldn't have a good time in the last few days.

The moonlight shone through a thick layer of frost, but there seemed to be something else hiding there.

"Mirror," Felix whispered.

Warren looked at the window strangely, there was obviously nothing there, but Warren saw the big devil make a few faces at the window. Then, Felix quieted down and stood there, as if waiting for someone.

Warren didn't realize it until Dumbledore appeared in his pajamas with a long silver beard.

The big devil doesn't sleep at night, it's because of this!

But what about Harry and the others you saw on the map? Varen sniffed lightly, and it jumped down to look at Felix.

"Go ahead, don't let them break my lab equipment," Felix muttered softly.

Warren made a 'no problem' gesture at him and slid away, apparently Dumbledore wasn't attractive to him.

The remaining two did not speak for a while.

Dumbledore also set his eyes on the window. He looked at it for a while, then stretched out his palm and pressed down on the window - the window was dented like glue, and when he pulled his hand back, the glass bounced on its own. return.

Dumbledore stared deeply at the glass, as if he saw the shadow of another person through the window. Finally, the magic above disappeared.

The two walked out along the corridor, whispering to each other.

"About Harry—"

"I know it all."

A moment of silence. This time it was Dumbledore who spoke first.

"How's Tom doing?"

"It's a coincidence that he only discovered the secret room, but because of my attention, no one died this time, he was locked up, and I punished him to wipe the trophy in the prize gallery and copy the school rules."

"You see how tight he is."

"There's always a difference. The resistance from Voldemort's subconscious is getting stronger and stronger. It's estimated that there is only one or two months left, and then it must start... Any suggestions?"

"If you want to prevent him from falling into darkness, you must not let him kill." Dumbledore paused and said in a deep voice: "Some things can't be turned back once they're wrong. I hope he can experience love and being loved. feeling, even if it is an illusion.”

"...Albus, you say, how about me being the villain?"

Dumbledore stopped, staring at Felix through the half-moon glasses.

"You know, go the way of Voldemort." Felix shrugged, "Maybe it can confuse the subconscious of the main body, anyway, there must be a black devil, it's not bad for me to do it, let Tom stop me - or Compete with me."

"Dangerous attempt," Dumbledore shook his head. "Voldemort has no love in his heart. You will only accelerate him into darkness."

"No, he will pretend for a while." Felix said, his tone eager to try: "And during this time, I will find a bunch of 'helpers' for him, which is a trouble he can't get rid of."

Dumbledore looked at him suddenly and strangely.

"...You seem to be calculating something, what's wrong?" Felix looked vigilant.

Dumbledore smiled, "I just think you're right... The trouble you can't get rid of, yes, that's it. But you have to be careful," he finally murmured.

Weeping myrtle floats in the air in the abandoned girls' bathroom.

"One sniff? One sniff?" she asked with interest. "You're the one that Professor Hepp raised? I've seen you from a distance." The cheerful tone of her sad face said, "But I don't dare come near...I'm a little afraid of him, and I've seen how he taught Peeves."

Warren looked at the weeping Myrtle suspiciously, thought for a moment, and took a small bottle from his pocket, which contained a ghost food. It unscrewed the cap, and Myrtle leaned in and asked incredulously, "For me?" After nodding in the affirmative, she stretched out a chubby, see-through hand, passing through Warren's little hand and the bottle, dragging There was a silver light.

Warren shuddered, his hands as if dipped in ice water.

"I didn't expect there to be supper." Myrtle said intoxicated, the transparent acne on her face shone slightly, she ate the food in small sips, and said with relish, "Seriously, since I broke into the Austrian I haven't felt much joy since Leif Hombe's brother's wedding and being ordered to go back to school by the Ministry of Magic...I'm the youngest and have nothing to talk about with other ghosts...yes I was thinking about killing myself, but I found out I was dead... it was the ghost food that made me feel alive, but it was just a little effort for Professor Hepp, I guess he didn't care, did he? Except for the bloody man Barrow and Lady Grey, I've never seen him interact much with other ghosts, cold people..."

Warren took out a bottle of Super Bubble Water, puffed out his cheeks and blew a huge bubble to wrap himself up, then turned around and waved at Myrtle, and flew into the back room. Myrtle was startled and threw her head back into the toilet bowl.

She floated out from the crack of the compartment door and looked down from the entrance of the secret room, only to see a shiny light purple bubble getting smaller and smaller in sight.

in the secret room.

Harry felt like he was wasting his time. They had been searching the back room for half an hour, and Ron was reporting the time every ten minutes, so he remembered it well. And Luna thought Ron was helping, so Luna thanked him whenever he spoke.

Another time had passed, and Harry wasn't sure if Ron was too embarrassed to take on the service again.

Everything went well except that the resurrection stone was not found.

They go through long tunnels and revisit the old places. Harry introduced them to the place where the basilisk shed its skin. "We were scared to death!" Ron said excitedly, "but not anymore."

"Oh, that thing was blown to pieces by Professor Hepp and Professor Snape," said Hermione.

Ron murmured and stopped talking.

Then they went through another door and came to the real secret room. Harry could still recall from the tattered stone and the ruins of the serpent-coiled pillars how they had fought a basilisk, and Ron and Hermione looked up in sympathy and smiled at each other.

For that alone, Harry felt the trip was worth it.

However, they also saw a lot of novelties, such as rows of black stone targets erected in the open space in front of the huge Salazar Slytherin statue, which seemed to be sourced locally. The targets had been horribly abused—at least a third of them had melted instantly, Harry thought, and the ground was littered with droplets of solidified pebbles, crystal clear and crystalline.

"There are plenty of rocks here," said Ron, half-joking and half-admiring.

Hermione stretched out her hand and used the illumination technique to raise the milky white light ball to the high ceiling, and the secret room was suddenly bright as day. After that, they began a long, futile search for the Resurrection Stone, but with all the gem-like stones on the ground, they didn't find anything.

When Harry picked up a fiery red stone the size of a pine nut with no impurities, he felt a little sorry, if only Ginny hadn't come, he thought. That way he could secretly make a necklace for her, but now Ginny and Luna were happily squatting on the ground looking for jewelry materials.

"Clap!"

There was an echo in the distance, followed by the sound of "Da Da Da" rapidly approaching them. Harry held up his wand and watched the way they were coming, and Ron swallowed nervously.