Chapter 291 Warning

Harry finally experienced Ron's "squeezed out of a rubber tube" feeling, he felt that description is an understatement, the pressure from all sides, then their cornea issued a strong warning, their chests felt like a few layers of iron bands is puts on it, as well as the inability to breathe.

If it were in reality, he should be now wet with sweat.

Not only Harry, Ron, and Hermione also can not bear it, they lasted two more times before deciding to quit, Harry inquired, "If we can not adapt, will we stay stuck in this level?"

"If you can't even adapt to the Side-Along Apparition, Can you keep focused and mobilize your magic in the real thing?" Professor Hap then reassured them, "You're still young, there's no need to rush."

The common room.

All three opened their eyes at the same time, "That's cool, isn't it?" Harry asked.

Ron smiled and said, "More than cool, it's simply COOL!" He put one hand to his forehead in a weird pose, "I'm a silly boy from the country."

Harry laughed out loud and Hermione looked puzzled.

"Gentlemen, is this the latest popular joke?"

"Oh Hermione, it's a line from The Strange Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard, whenever Mick sees something he can't recognize, he says this ..."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and said dryly, "That's funny."

The days then passed, Felix managed to add the alarm spell on the Marauders' Map, as for the rest, it is just left to time to mull over the matter.

He only found, to his surprise, that a month had passed when Harry handed him the essay on Apparition and the nameless book.

As it moved forward to March, the weather became sunnier, and from the castle, one could see a distinct green colour in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, but there is also more wind, a bitterly cold wind that hurts one's skin, and every time the owls appear in the great hall their feathers will curl up, which makes these responsible little guys temperamental. If you couldn't open your mail in time and supplement it with a few owl treats, they would angrily peck your hand.

Felix finished his portrait and sent it to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. What took the most time from him was not the injection of memories, but the implementation of heavy protective magic.

If anyone dared to use a stunning spell on his portrait, that person would definitely find a huge 'surprise' waiting for him - originally Felix didn't think that much about it, but after going to Black's old mansion to read books more often, this worry came naturally.

It was the first time he got to know a pure-blood nobleman's home so well. Almost every two or three steps, he could see traces of magic, which he treated as a relic buried deep underground and that resurfaced again, with the true and false stories he heard from Mundungus.

Felix also figured out one thing in passing, Kreacher had known him for a long time, and the unpleasant scream he heard when he first tried to force his way into Black's old house belonged to the ageing house elf.

"What could Kreacher do? When someone is found trying to force his way in, he can only activate the house's defensive magic."

...

Twelve Grimmauld Place.

"So you already knew about this place!" Sirius asked in amazement.

"As I told you, I got a little help from the Black family." Felix curled the corners of his mouth.

"Who told you that?" Sirius trailed off, "Wait - Phineas Nigellus Black, my great-great-grandfather! You asked me back then where his portrait is kept!"

He said ironically, "His portrait is much more sensible than he was when he was alive, did he make a mistake when he injected his memories?"

Felix said softly, "He hoped I could spare you, spare the only descendant of House Black - under Dumbledore's nose, even though you were the most notorious outlaw in Azkaban at the time."

"..."

"Though you are now, too." He added.

Sirius looked at him speechlessly and said resentfully, "Thanks for the reminder, you make me feel like an ungrateful bastard, but if you knew what I was like as a child ... forget it, there's nothing else for me to do I'm going to go keep an eye on the Marauders' Map."

"The Marauders' Map has an alarm spell, no one needs to keep an eye on it."

"Then I'll go clean my room!" He said irritably.

Felix stopped teasing him and his expression became serious: "Back to business, I came here to tell you not to come to my office anymore, and I'm not going to be here for a while, the Ministry of Magic is coming to visit."

Sirius froze for a moment: "Ministry of Magic? Come to Hogwarts, why?"

"Because of you," Felix said: "There is no more arrogant fugitive than you, the Ministry of Magic has laid a net everywhere, and you still swaggered into Hogwarts, less than three hundred meters away from the castle entrance."

"Dumbledore's previously insisted reason thus overturned, the school is no longer safe, parents sent him a letter, he had to compromise ... now the abandoned classroom next door to Filch has been converted into a temporary station for the Ministry of Magic."

Sirius said awkwardly, "I didn't think about it that much, I got two wands from the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley, as well as smuggled polyjuice potion, and the plan just popped up naturally."

Felix shook his head as he held out his arm, "Accio Marauders' Map!" A fold of parchment "whoosh" came flying, then he turned and walked into the fireplace, "I take the map, in addition, I do not know if I am qualified to caution you, the world is like a chess game, so if you make a move, you should allow others to respond."

His figure disappeared into the turquoise flames.

Sirius stared blankly at the fireplace and muttered, "Playing chess? You think I don't know how to play?"

"Kreacher!" He shouted.

"Bang!"

An old, ugly, house-elf appeared, and Kreacher bowed deeply with his back arched, putting his nose to the ground, "What are your orders, esteemed loser young master?"

Sirius's eyelids jumped, holding back his anger, "I'm going out, you continue to clean up the house, I don't care where you keep the rags, but don't let me see them, or I'll throw them all out."

"Mr. Hap strongly discouraged you from going out, if he knows ..."

"Kreacher! Who the hell is your master?" Sirius said in exasperation, "Or I'll just give you to him!"

Kreacher muttered in a low voice, but his voice was just enough for the person across the room to hear: "Old Kreacher has served the noble Black family for generations, and if you insist, master, I prefer Miss Narcissa."

Sirius gasped, his nose almost crooked, and he stomped away.

"Where are you going?"

"Muggle community! To learn how to play chess! You go and sue me!"

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