Chapter 289： Brewing

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"Professor, are you planning to catch Sirius Black?" Fred asked.

Felix looked at him unexpectedly, "Guessed?"

Fred said without hesitation: "Me and George, oh, and Li Jordan, we think you must do something, you know, after that day..." He winked his eyes.

"Everyone talked a lot, and they were terrified." George took the conversation, and he said in admiration: "Blake appeared swaggering in the open space in front of the castle, pretending to be a Muggle boy, so courageous!"

Felix didn't know what the little wizard thought of the attack. Last weekend was so fulfilling. He didn't go to the auditorium for dinner and didn't know the latest gossip rumors.

It seemed that Dumbledore had no intention of refuting the rumors at all. This kind of public opinion would reassure Peter Pettigrew who was hiding in the dark, but there were pros and cons, and the Ministry of Magic used this as an excuse to try to pry open a crack more than once.

In peace times, the Ministry of Magic represents orthodoxy, and name is more useful than strength. But once the war comes and the Ministry of Magic is disqualified, personal strength will overwhelm everything, and its prestige will shine through the entire magical world like a bright sun.

The castle auditorium.

Hardly inserted a piece of potato, soaked in sauce, and suddenly lost his appetite.

"They see me like some kind of rare magical animal!"

"No, it's lucky." Ron cut the sausage on the plate and drank a big mouthful of the soup. He smiled and said, "In their eyes, you seem to be from the three big mouths of a three-headed dog. Escape to life."

Harry grinned, he suddenly thought of the reduced three-headed dog being frantically slapped by Ron.

Hermione glanced at the two of them. "Speaking of magical creatures, we can meet Hagrid in the magical creature protection class and ask about the progress of the Buckbeak case."

"Isn't the fine already paid?" Ron asked, and he objectively commented, "This is already the best result, Hermione."

Harry agreed with this, and he could solve Buckbeak's troubles with just a little money, and he believed Hagrid would not care.

"It's hard to say, although the money was collected, the Ministry of Magic has been dragging on without giving a formal conclusion. Hagrid has been absent-minded recently."

Harry recalled, "I think Hagrid is in a good condition, and no more Flobber caterpillars have been made." He and Ron's ban is still there. These days, I can only see Hagrid in class and in class. They learned the fire crab.

Although this magical creature originally from Fiji is called "crab", it looks like a large tortoise, and its shell is studded with jewels.

Hagrid said at the time: "If it weren't for a different living environment, Sniff would love this creature to death. Oh, Sniff is a little thing that loves treasure hunting. I will introduce it to you someday..."

"That's because Professor Haipu and I are helping to check," Hermione waved the fork. "I can't believe it. He actually mixed the Sphinx and Helicopter in the teaching plan."

"Uh, human head and scorpion... what is that?" Harry asked blankly.

"It's a Sphinx and Helicopter," Ron said the correct name in one breath, and he said fearfully: "Charlie told me when I was a kid that it is one of the few magical creatures that can rival dragons, the scorpion tail. Very poisonous, their teeth are particularly sharp, and their skin naturally rejects most spells!"

Harry believed Ron's words, because Ron seldom spoke the characteristics of a magical creature fluently. He was just curious: "Is there such a creature in the Forbidden Forest?"

The last time he expressed a similar question, he knew that there was a nest of eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest.

"The forbidden forest is huge, Harry." Hermione explained, and then angrily said: "Hagrid later argued that he had made a mistake. He was actually just studying, I would like to see what he can study... …"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and ate their food. In this state, Hermione should not be convinced. She has a lot of truth waiting for you.

Harry took a moment to look at the faculty bench. Snape sat far away from Professor Haip, his body turned to one side, and he only picked the plate on the left hand side when he took food. He was not sure. Is this avoiding? ?

What happened? He remembered what he had seen in Professor Haipu’s eyes—Professor Lupin and Snape confronted each other, but when he inquired about the news, Professor Haipu said in a perfunctory manner that he thought too much. everything is normal.

He stared at Snape's face, thinking to himself that this was not normal. He felt that he had one more task, to observe Professor Lupin’s state in this afternoon’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class...

He could think of it, and it took him a long time to see Snape staring at him, his eyes were terrifying, and Harry quickly lowered his head.

"Huh~"

Snape snorted, his mood was a little cheerful, but soon the bad mood took over all his thoughts again. He suspects that he has been cast a confusion curse, how else would he agree to go to the Three Broomsticks bar with that kid?

More importantly, he couldn't remember if he said anything that he shouldn't say.

His memory is a bit vague. In his impression, Rosmerta recommended a mead, "You definitely want to try it. It contains a variety of petals, roses, violets, hibiscus, iris, Aphrodite... the taste is excellent. Not intoxicating yet," she said enthusiastically.

'fraud. ’

In the evening, Felix sat quietly in his office, studying the map of the live spot.

A flame suddenly ignited in the fireplace, and the orange flames condensed into a fuzzy face, "Let me come here, Felix!"

He looked up from the desk, "You can't abuse the Floo Net, you may be caught by the Ministry of Magic."

"Are you talking about yourself? You read a book last night, drunk..." The voice chattered on the other side.

Felix waved his wand, and the next second Sirius emerged from the fireplace.

"Ahem!"

Sirius' robes were covered with dust and his face was dirty. "Clean up!" He pointed his wand at himself and became clean again.

Seeing Felix's live map, he stared, and said in surprise: "Did you get it?"

"Well, good luck."

"Did you find him?" Sirius said softly, and he held his breath, his body tensed unnaturally.

"Not yet, I checked and found nothing." Felix continued to lower his head and study, tapping the parchment with his fingertips, "I guess Peter is hiding in the depths of the forbidden forest, or he simply found a wizard family again. "

Sirius slumped on the sofa and said sullenly: "Then what are you going to do? Or if I go to the Ministry of Magic to surrender and Dumbledore testifies, they will at least listen, right?"

Felix glanced up at him, without speaking.

"Okay." Sirius stood up, looked at the furnishings in the office, and mumbled softly: "Old fashioned."

He was standing in front of a half-human portrait, which was only half finished, and he said twice, "Do you have this hobby too, hang yourself up?"

"That's for Saint Mungo." Felix said without exaggeration.

"Because of what, you are still a therapist? How does research tie people up?"

"There are newspaper clippings on the workbench, besides, I will kick you away if you talk nonsense."

Sirius curled his lips, picked up the newspaper and read it. For a while, he was silent for a while, "Frank and Alice, I don't know they went through this...this **** war!" He cursed in a low voice, "Voldemort is simply It sucks, but fortunately he is dead."

Putting down the newspaper, he saw a golden gadget on the workbench, his eyes lit up, "Can I pick it up and have a look?"

"Just don't bite, it's already baptized."

Sirius "cut": "I'm just an Animagus in the form of a dog and has no habit of grinding teeth." He said guiltily, and reached out to pick up the old golden snitch on the table. Half of its wings were broken. The half of the wings were intact before flapping them for a long time, and they looked weak.

After a while, Sirius approached and asked cautiously: "About that snitch... do you have any plans to fix it?"

"Maybe," Felix replied casually, "I found it in a huge garbage dump. I want to take it apart and study it."

"How come there are golden snitches in the garbage dump? Forget it...how much?"

"what?"

"I'm asking how much this thing is. Of course, I want to fix it. It's best to apply some weird magic to make it more interesting. I can come up with ideas and count the things we can do together."

"Are you going to give it away?" Felix stared at Sirius, smiled and said, "Give it to Harry?"

"It's still half a year...I don't know what happened at that time, maybe I was still hiding," Sirius dodged his gaze, "Although I am not a qualified godfather, I always do something. It's like Firebolt, I thought, even if I can't be with him, but at least—"

"You gave the Firebolt?" Felix said in surprise.

"It's me, Crookshanks helped me a lot by owl mail," Sirius explained.

After thinking about it, Felix agreed: "No problem. Come here, I need your experience—" He pointed to the map, "I plan to put an alarm spell on it, if it is When a specific person enters the map area, it will be warned."

In fact, he still has some plans, but the alarm spell is the most convenient method with the highest probability of success. He has caught Peter Pettigrew, and he has time to verify his ideas.

"This is a good idea!" Sirius was really attracted. "We can't stare at the map anytime and anywhere What if he sneaks in in the middle of the night? Although it can be handed to Kreacher," he was full of malice. Said: "His mind is completely abnormal. He got too many crazy ideas from my mother's portrait..."

"Whether the cleaning up is going well?"

Sirius hummed, "It's strange, isn't it? I always think Kreacher is the owner of the house, just as decayed, decayed, and stubborn..."

"Take it far, let's talk about the alarm spell, there is currently a problem..."

Sirius looked at him, and Felix said: "You have added a lot of spells. These magic powers have been intertwined and merged with each other for a long time. It is difficult for me to intervene anymore. I am worried that it will destroy the original structure and turn it into ashes. ."

"I can provide a way to make a live map." Sirius said immediately.

"It's not that simple, I would like to know the order in which you applied the spells." Felix said.

Sirius pondered for a while, and he slowly said: "I can only recall part of the dementors' influence on me. You'd better ask Remus, he is more attentive."