William Davis
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“Felix Hap?” Nicole Noel whispered, repeating the self-introduction of the visitor, and suddenly waved her wand, the air made a “whoosh” sound, and then a sharp sound like a sharp blade cutting through paper exploded in her ears. But her magic did not hurt anyone, nor did it even fly that far. Three or four feet in front of the woman, several blinding flashes of bright light erupted out of thin air, and a solid stone wall became visible, bouncing the spell away. Nicole Noel was stunned; what…-
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Ron looked shocked as he whispered nervously, “Who are you? A Death Eater? A dark wizard?” There was no sound behind him. Swallowing hard, Ron tilted his head, but a wand poked him so hard against his back that he dared not move any further. He mumbled, “I mean – you may not have realized one thing, if I die, you’ll never get away with it, I am a second class Order of Merlin recipient – soon to be first class, and a full member of the Dark Force Defence League. I am Dumbledore and Professor…
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Slughorn had clearly made a misjudgement. Felix thought to himself as he handed the mead to a stoic-looking Snape. Slughorn would have come to this conclusion after remembering the cross-house friendship between Severus and Lily back in the days before the First Wizard War in that special time. There was no surprise in this; Professors tended to be well-informed, but what they knew was merely superficial, and they would rarely delve into the deeper conflicts and emotional entanglements between students.…
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Is it true that Dumbledore holds the Resurrection Stone? After two weeks went by, Felix received a second file on the soul realm from Dumbledore, and he couldn’t help but think about this question. It was hard to judge much from Dumbledore’s behaviour; he was extremely disciplined in his activities, eating in the great hall in the mornings and occasionally appearing in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class during the day. “Very good, Riddle, ten points for Slytherin.” Felix said in class,…
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It is truly an awkward moment. Harry thought back afterward, if only he had knocked on the door more slowly, if even for just a second slower. Then they could have slipped away quietly, or hidden in the pumpkin field, and waited for Professor Slughorn to leave. But the truth was that before his mind could analyse the pros and cons, his hand had slammed down hard on Hagrid’s wooden plank door, without listening to him. There was a sudden moment of silence in the hut. Then they heard Hagrid shout…
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By the time Felix returned to his room, it was very late and the sky had turned inky black. Valen yawned in boredom as she made colourful sparks erupt from the tip of her exclusive wand, and wondered: how could that old guy who had fried her little snake have managed to do incredible things with his exclusive wand? It is obvious that her wand has more gems. When she saw the Great Demon King push open the door and come out, Valen immediately scurried up to his shoulder and chattered. "You can't compare…
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The man in the sturdy wooden chair and the boy sitting on the bed looked at each other, and from the perspective of the young boy, it should be considered a visit from a doctor to a patient. So it is not all that surprising that the following conversation takes place. "Professor? Is it like a 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did Mrs. Cole ask you to come and give me a check-up? I haven't done anything to Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop at all, you can ask them yourself, and they'll tell you!" Felix looked…
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Ten minutes passed quickly. The class bell rang, and the students silently turned their heads and looked at the three professors behind them. It was the first time they had encountered such a situation, where the professor of the class was missing, but many other subject professors were present instead. Professor McGonagall stood up from the back of the classroom. "Students, you are free to leave. As for the homework-" She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes slightly hesitant under her boxed glasses,…
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In the classroom, Grindelwald was carefully polishing the wand in his hand. The black velvet cloth brushed over the smooth, supple body of the wand and the fine, glittering gems. His movements were meticulous, and he finished his work under the watchful eyes of the four professors with different agendas. He put aside the velvet cloth and brought the wand up to his eyes, gazing at it for a moment before blowing the dust off it with all his might. It was only then that Grindelwald turned his head and…
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Gryffindor Common Room. “What do you say? In the school! Have they gone mad?!” Ron yelled, with an incredulous look on his face. Hermione gave him a stern look. Ron lowered his voice, but his tone became more urgent, as he hissed, “Is it true, the You-Know-Who is being locked up in classroom seven? I’m not in a dream, am I?” He subconsciously glanced at the wall clock in the common room, but unfortunately, the lights are off now and the moonlight is too dim for him to see. “The Professor…
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