Harry finally realized the feeling of "squeezing out of the rubber tube" in Ron's mouth. He felt that this description was a bit light. The pressure came from all directions, the eardrum issued a strong warning, and his chest was unable to breathe like a few layers of iron hoops were placed on it.

If it were in reality, his sweat should have wet his clothes.

Not only Harry, but Ron and Hermione couldn't stand it either. They insisted twice and decided to quit. Harry asked, "If we can't adapt, we will be stuck in this level?"

"If you can't even adapt to the appearance of the minion, let alone keep you focused and mobilize your magic." Professor Happ comforted, "You are still young, there is no need to be in a hurry."

Common room.

The three of them opened their eyes at the same time, "It's so cool, isn't it?" Harry said.

Ron smiled and said, "It's not just cool, it's so cool!" He put one hand on his forehead and put in a weird position, "I'm a fool from the countryside."

Harry laughed loudly, and Hermione looked puzzled.

"Gentlemen, is this the latest popular joke?"

"Oh, Hermione, this is a sentence in "The Adventures of the Little Wizard Micki". Whenever Mick sees something she doesn't know, she will say that..."

Hermione shrugged and said dryly: "It's so funny."

Then, days passed day by day, and Felix successfully added the warning curse to the map of the live spots, and the rest was to leave it to time to make everything brewed.

When Harry handed him the Phantom Transformation paper and the Unknown Book, he was surprised to find that a month had passed.

As March comes, the weather is clearer. From the castle, you can see obvious greenness. However, the wind is getting more and more. The bitter wind makes people's face hurt. Every time the owls appear in the auditorium, the feathers are curled up, which makes these responsible little guys have a bad temper. If you can't remove the letters in time and add a few owl food, they will peck your hand angrily.

Felix completed his portrait and sent it to the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital. For him, the most time spent was not injecting memory, but imposing heavy protective magic.

If anyone dared to use a coma spell on his portrait, that person would definitely find a huge "surprise" waiting for him. Originally, Felix didn't think so much, but he had read books many times in the old house in Black, so he naturally had this worry.

This was the first time he had learned so deeply about the home of a pure-blood nobleman, and he could see traces of magic almost every two or three steps. He regarded this place as a deep underground and saw the remains of the sun again. It was quite interesting to me in conjunction with the true and false stories I heard from Montongus.

Felix also figured out something that Cliche had known him for a long time. When he first tried to forcibly break into Black's old house, the ugly scream he heard belonged to this old house elf.

"What can Cliche do? When you find someone wants to break in, you can only activate the defensive magic in the room."

...

No. 12, Grimo Square.

"So you knew this place long ago!" Sirius said in surprise.

"I told you that I got some help from the Black family." Felix curled up the corner of his mouth.

"Who told you?" Sirius asked, "Wait Phoenas Nigerus Black, my great-great-grandfather! You asked me where his portrait came from!"

He said sarcastically: "His portrait is much more sensible than when he was alive. Could it be that something went wrong when he was injected with memory?"

Felix whispered: "He hopes I can let you go, let the only descendant of the Black family beneath Dumbledore's nose, even though you were Azkaban's most notorious fugitive at the time."

“…”

"Although you are, too, now," he added.

Sirius looked at him speechlessly and said angrily: "Thank you for reminding me that you made me feel like a ungrateful bastard, but if you know how I lived when I was a child... Forget it, I'll be fine and I'll stare at the map of the spots of life."

"There is a curse on the map of the Living Spot, and no one needs to be watched."

"Then I'll go clean the room!" he said angrily.

Felix was not teasing him, and his expression became serious: "Talk about the serious business, I came here to tell you this time, don't come to my office recently, and I won't come here either. The people from the Ministry of Magic are here."

Sirius was stunned 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 set up a net of heaven and earth, and you still appeared in Hogwarts in a swagger, less than three hundred steps from the entrance of the castle."

"The reason Dumbledore insisted on was overturned like this, the school was no longer safe, and parents sent him letters one by one, and he had to compromise... Now the abandoned classroom next to Felch has been converted into a temporary station for the Ministry of Magic."

Sirius said awkwardly: "I didn't think so much. I flipped two magic wands from the black wizard in the overturned alley, as well as a smuggled compound decoction, and this plan naturally appeared."

Felix shook his head, and he stretched out his arm, "The map of live spots flew!" A stack of parchment flew over with a "whisper" sound, turned around and walked into the fireplace, "I took the map, and I don't know if I have the qualifications to warn you that things in the world are like playing chess. If you take a step, you always allow others to respond."

His figure disappeared into the turquoise flames.

Sirius stared at the fireplace in a daze and muttered, "Play chess? Do you think I can't play?"

"Clicche!" he shouted.

"Bang!"

An old and ugly house elf appeared. Kliche bowed his back, bowed deeply, and pressed his nose to the ground: "Dear prodigal son, what are your instructions?"

Sirius' eyelids twitched, and he said with anger: "I'm going out, you keep cleaning the house. I don't care where you put the rags, but don't let me see them, otherwise I'll throw them all out."

"Mr. Happ really doesn't recommend you go out, if he knows..."

"Clice! Who is your master?" Sirius said furiously: "Why don't I give you to him!"

Kliche muttered in a low voice, but his voice could make the person opposite him hear: "Old Kliche serves the noble Black family for generations. If you insist on your master, I prefer Miss Narcissa."

Sirius was so angry that his nose almost turned crooked, and he strided away.

“Where are you going?”
Chapter completed!