james felton quietly walked into the corridor of the sixth floor of st mungo's.
There was no one in front of him - the person who had just knocked Alfoy upside down under his quiet gaze was walking in front of him.
"Mr. Lensherr," he said aloud, "perhaps you could stay a moment and have a word or two with me."
erik lensherr stopped because of this. He turned around and looked warily at the man who covered himself tightly in a black cloak with his wild beast-like green eyes, not even a hair showing.
The figure cannot be said to be strong. Erik secretly judged in his heart.
This man looked different from the cowering Death Eaters. he thought. But could this be another wizard out to attack him?
"Let's do this." Before Erik could speak, James Felton shook his sleeves as if he knew what Erik was thinking about, and his wand fell to the ground, "Maybe this will help you get rid of your wariness about me - I What I want to say is that I am not on the side of the thugs. I am a teacher at Hogwarts, teaching the course Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Harry Xavier is one of my students. You should have heard about it. "
Harry did change teachers - because Lupin, who originally taught that course, needed to take care of Sirius from time to time, so the change of teachers was natural. Regarding this matter, Harry once wrote back. Charles loved to sit by the fireplace and read his son's letters, even if it was a very unnecessary thing.
"He can come back anytime he wants," Erik said. "He doesn't need to write letters, and you don't really need to expect letters every day."
"This is also a kind of fun, my friend." Charles said with a smile, "Looking forward to it is also a kind of enjoyment sometimes."
——All in all, Erik did hear about it, even if he didn't remember the professor's name.
"There are a lot of wizards out there," Erik said, "and they haven't been able to get in."
"It's not that they couldn't come in, it's because of the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic that they dare not come in." Felton said, "And I do not fall under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Lensherr."
"Where did you get my name?" Erik said, "Harry wouldn't tell you something so clear - none of his classmates know my full name."
"You can think of me as someone who pays more attention to American news, or someone who is more well-informed," Felton said. "I know how capable you are - what I want to ask is, do you understand you?" The one you are about to defeat? You didn’t go to the fifth and third floors. You must have wanted to solve the biggest problem at once.”
"I will not let my children live in such a risky country," Erik said without any hesitation. "You ask me this, do you want to hinder me, or do you have other purposes?"
"I'm here to help you." Felton said, "Of course your opponent can't match you. He is the fog that is about to dissipate, the worm in the cocoon that is about to die, but because of this, you may be killing him. There will be some difficulties——"
"You said you were here to help me," Erik said coldly, "but I don't believe in wizards."
felton took a deep breath.
"Let's put it this way," he said, "First of all, what I want to say is that as a professor, I have the responsibility to care for every one of my students. Secondly, there is such a conspiracy that happens to affect Harry Xavier. If it succeeds, things will happen. It would be very troublesome.”
If Draco were here, he would definitely scold him and say that he was full of lies - at least he had never received any love and care. James Felton was like a special version of Snape. From beginning to end, this man's attitude could not be described as 'care'.
Charles, who was connected to Erik, exclaimed: "Conspiracy? Ask him about other things, Erik!"
"I believe no parent can sit back and watch their child fall into a conspiracy," Felton said, "and I do believe that being here in person... you love and protect that child."
"He is my child," Erik didn't like his tone very much, so he said expressionlessly, "He is not Harry Potter but Harry Xavier, and I love and protect every child of mine."
For Charles, Eter and Nina are his children and part of the family, so it should be taken for granted. For Erik, Harry is of course also his child, the youngest son of him and Charles.
"I don't need to say anything more." Felton took out a small metal bead from his pocket. "If you can't defeat your enemy by then...my suggestion is to smash it."
He stretched out his hand, and the metal bead floated up. Erik paused for a while, and finally let the bead float towards him. He weighed the bead and knew that it was not entirely metal, but it was not hollow either.
"Someone can harm a young child for a distant goal. Please remember this sentence," Felton said. "If there is a wizard with purple eyes, please be careful of him."
"You said there was a conspiracy against Harry," Erik said, "What do you mean?"
"There are always people who want to be in Harry Potter's seat," Felton said. "That kind of fame comes in handy."
Erik snorted coldly.
"My child doesn't need that kind of reputation." He finally put the metal beads in his pocket, "If that person has the ability, then just go and get it——"
"——But what if Harry Potter is a roadblock in his plan?" Felton said.
"As if we were afraid of him - he could try."
Erik said meaningfully that it was self-evident what to try, and Charles, who was originally worried, laughed after hearing this.
………………
When Harry and Sirius arrived on the sixth floor, it was almost a fire scene. The rich magic and the smell of burning something filled the senses of the two wizards, one big and one small.
Since he had been seriously ill not long ago, Harry's body functions seemed to have not been fully repaired. He almost choked and started coughing immediately. Sirius patted his back with concern: "Do you feel bad?"
"No, I'm fine," Harry said, "We're going in."
Sirius sighed: "Yes, we are going in - but listen to me, you must pay attention to whether the invisibility spell on you is effective the whole time, and you must hide in a safe place -" He held his godson with his big hands head, "——I can't bear the painful news like ten years ago. You know what I mean, Harry. If, I mean if, you feel something is wrong, you can still go back now."
Harry couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He had heard that Sirius was the first person to rush to the scene of his parents' accident. In order to take revenge, he handed Harry over to others. But when the news of Harry's disappearance quietly spread to Azkaban, he wanted to atone for his sins. The man immediately tried his best to escape from Azkaban.
"I'm not scared at all, and I don't think there's anything wrong at all," Harry said, "because you're here, Sirius."
Sirius couldn't help but grin at him, but his expression soon turned serious. He took out his wand and cast several invisibility spells on Harry: "You may not be used to it at first. Good invisibility spells can make people confused... You can hold on to the wall and walk. Remember, never expose yourself. Yourself, protect yourself.”
"If anything goes wrong, I will teleport you home." Harry whispered in his ear, "...it doesn't matter if you can't catch him this time."
"Good boy." Sirius patted him, and then the two of them rushed into the room.
The fire was very strong. Harry clapped his hands to deal with the flames flowing towards them, and then followed the direction of the smoke flow to identify where the fire was - a large cauldron fell in the center of the room, where it was supposed to be held. There was seemingly endless flames burning on the base.
A man had his back to them, laughing wildly and chanting some spells. Harry could vaguely see Neville and Ron lying not far away. The latter was not awake yet, while the former didn't turn his eyes and seemed to be stunned. .
A cloud of pitch-black smoke floated in front of the man, like a burnt "Munch Scream" that made it difficult for Harry to look straight at him. At that moment, he seemed to feel a sting on his forehead, but in just a moment, the feeling disappeared. .
"Antonis?" Sirius cursed secretly, "Hell, I thought he was the target of the top ten Death Eaters and a hostage. How can he still be standing! Quick, Harry, get to the side."
Harry had also heard about this - someone once gossiped about the financial flows of the imprisoned Death Eaters. In the end, most of them were purchased and annexed by the family at a low price. Even if there was no change in Gringotts' treasury, But things like industry were still torn apart by nobles like Neville's uncle like a piece of cake. After all, an industry without an owner has no protector.
If the jailed Death Eaters were asked to choose the people they hated the most, Antonis would undoubtedly be in the top ten.
Harry followed Sirius's whispered instructions and ran to hide behind a cabinet. On the other side, Antonis' violet eyes were shining with a golden color like fire.
And what about that black mist?
Harry looked carefully at the black mist - at first he didn't know what it was, and thought it was a product of magic, but when the blurry and terrifying face of the black mist cracked open, he began to chant a curse. It dawned on him.
This is the man who killed his parents.
It can be said that Harry observed the thing carefully - in the end, no matter how he looked at it, he still felt that the face looked like a burnt "Munch Scream".
"Maybe the Dark Lord is so special." When he just said this to himself, he didn't know why, but he couldn't help but think of the vicissitudes and handsome face of the first generation Dark Lord, and in the blink of an eye he became entangled again.
Maybe voort has unique taste. Harry thought for a while, then shook his head vigorously to shake all these things out of his head. He watched with concentration as Sirius rushed over in a sly manner. The flames listened to Harry's words very much and never touched the corner of his clothes, but covered him up. He heard the footsteps and shadows, so after casting a disillusionment spell on himself, Sirius quickly reached the two tied children and shook Ron awake.
"Help, help!!!"
Ron yelled this the first second he woke up, and Neville quickly covered his mouth.
"You're saved," Sirius said, "Get out of here now - the floors below are safe, you have to run without looking back!"
The two children were startled by him at first, but then they understood what they were in. They nodded quickly and ran towards the door, while Harry also used some flames to cover their figures quietly.
But they were spotted just as they were running to the door - but not Voort.
Nevil said almost coldly, "Come here." "
Sirius almost blurted out the words "You're crazy" - how could he let the child return to the danger zone? !
The boy with brown hair and round face trembled all over, and slowly stopped and turned around, while the red-haired one quickly pulled him: "You can't stop - no, no, no, no, I'm not saying you shouldn't listen. As for the little uncle, but, is that really your little uncle? That may be a dark wizard pretending to be a black wizard! Isn’t your little uncle still in the stage of cultivation? And he fought with him..." Ron swallowed. , "Must be a dark wizard or a Death Eater?"
"That's uncle." Neville's eyes lit up after hearing the guess about pretending, but he quickly shook his head, "I can't mistake uncle."
After saying that, he trotted back to his little uncle under the shocked eyes of Ron and Harry who were not far away.
"Little uncle." He lowered his head, not daring to look at anything or anyone, and whispered as docilely as if he was being scolded by his little uncle at home.
The black mist seemed to have gained the upper hand in the previous battle, and was now surrounded by a circle of magical flames. Apparently, Antonis understood its nature and had thought of a restraint plan in advance.
"...Good boy." Antonis has always been strict with his nephew, but now he said such a compliment. Then he held Neville's shoulders and said to the black mist calmly:
"Do you see clearly?" He said briskly, "This is the child who will destroy you again in the future. Of the two children born at the end of July, one will destroy you for the first time, and this one will make you disappear completely."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something. He hugged Neville and rolled to the other side. The next second, the place where he stood was broken into pieces by the curse.
"Ah ha," said Black Mist, "my belated, heartfelt, cunning servant - Severus, you have come just in time."
Harry almost choked behind the cabinet when he heard the name, and more importantly, he could almost predict Sirius's attitude towards it. Snape's suspicion of being a Death Eater was never very hidden news. Ravenclaw always had the most practical news, but hearing the news and actually seeing him appear next to the black mist, the latter was always more shocking.
A black figure emerged from the deepest darkness, holding the wand that Harry had rarely seen in his hand. What emerged from under the cloak was a pale face, and jet-black hair fell out of the cloak due to bowing.
"Yes, Master." Snape said, "Your most loyal servant always remembers who he is protecting."
As he spoke, the wand emitted a dangerous red light again, but this time it was not aimed at the family's uncle and nephew, but Sirius, who used flames and the Disguise Charm to hide himself. The latter followed his instincts and retreated to escape, but Harry was surprised. What's more, Snape seemed to have eight eyes, and his wand was always pointed at Sirius accurately. It didn't matter whether the latter used the Disillusionment Charm, the Invisibility Charm, or where he was hiding.
While Sirius was running quickly in various corners, he would hit Snape with a few harsh words from time to time, some of which could cut his arm, but Snape remained motionless, as if he couldn't feel the pain.
"Ah, you found an invading rat, didn't you?" Black Mist said maliciously, "It seems you are very good at catching him."
"It's Sirius Black, Master." Snape whispered, and grinned with a sarcastic smile, "He and I pointed wands at each other for more than ten years - I think the gap period in between will not affect my ability to kill. Get rid of that scumbag dog."
Sirius showed an equally sarcastic smile from an angle that no one could see.
"It's like you're not a barking dog. Aren't you working hard for your master? Why, you can't retreat from your skills, Snot Nose. Could it be that you were too lazy and rusty when you were mean to the students?"
Snape's answer was a series of curses and an understatement: "I think soon you won't be able to open that annoying mouth anymore."
Harry took a deep breath, feeling that his lungs were going to explode. He summoned up all his energy to interfere with Snape, but just when he was about to start, a hand snatched him away and took him deeper. A more secluded place, far away from the combat zone.
Harry almost had a heart attack from the fright.
As soon as he was about to start punching and kicking him, the opponent put him down and soon someone grabbed his arm and asked eagerly: "You didn't do anything, did you?!"
Harry looked at the boy who emerged from under the other man's black cloak in surprise.
"Draco?!!"
He raised his head and looked at the man covered by a cloak, who was responsible for covering his mouth and taking him away, and he suddenly realized.
"——Professor Felton?! Why are you here!"
The author has something to say: So sleepy…………
I walked from the Hubei Museum to the Chu River and Han Dynasties, and now my back is sore...
I want praise and kisses!
