The next morning, Felix didn't expect his premonition to come true so quickly. He remembered that he had no talent for divination? It was hard to say. He gave up the divination class because that woman Trelawney always played tricks.

At that time, Sybill Trelawney had only been teaching at Hogwarts for a few years. She had not formed a stable teaching style like now, and sometimes she could not help but overdo it.

And Felix was in the limelight - he was famous and troubled, which happened to be a good choice for her to become famous. Trelawney once made more than a dozen predictions for him in one breath, although none of them were reliable.

...

Felix saw Professor McGonagall and Umbridge, who had a toad face, standing face to face in front of the spiral staircase. Professor McGonagall's expression was quite unhappy, and her lips were pursed to only a slit.

"Umbridge... Inquisitor! I need to remind you that Dumbledore does not allow Dementors to enter the school. More than a month ago, there was a vicious incident of Dementors attacking the Quidditch field."

Umbridge stepped onto one step and found that she was still not tall enough. She stepped onto the second step, looking down at Professor McGonagall with a smirk on her face: "Professor McGonagall, I didn't want to let the Dementors in either. I hate those disturbing things as much as you do. To be honest, this reminds me of the unfair treatment I received in my early years when I was an intern." "

But fortunately, I successfully proved my abilities. Although I am related to the Selwyn family... I have achieved my current status by myself."

Professor McGonagall snorted, "I just hope that you don't retaliate twice as much after you have a status. As far as I know..." She did not continue.

Umbridge seemed not to hear this, and she smiled sweetly: "In view of the fact that Sirius Black, a dangerous fugitive, is still at large, I hope - on behalf of Minister Fudge, to open a small base in Hogwarts to show the importance of the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts. Of course, there will be no Dementors, only myself and two Aurors."

Professor McGonagall said dryly, "I have not received any notice from Dumbledore."

"I can wait." Umbridge waved her hand friendly, "For the safety of those cute and childish little guys, I don't mind wasting a little time."

Professor McGonagall stared at Umbridge, her chest heaving violently, obviously very angry.

"Excuse me, Minerva?" Felix came down the stairs and brushed past Umbridge.

Professor McGonagall stepped back two steps to make room for him, and Felix's tall stature just blocked Umbridge.

Felix winked at Professor McGonagall, and for a moment, a hint of a smile appeared on her face, but she quickly restrained her expression and became more serious. A similar situation happened at the Christmas party last year, when Flitwick used himself as an example and told her a joke about a dwarf.

"Ahem! Sorry--" There was another pretentious clearing of the throat behind him, and Felix seemed to have just realized her, "You haven't left yet? I thought you were done talking." "

Who is this?" Umbridge's face was not very good.

Professor McGonagall had no intention of introducing herself. She said to Felix apologetically, "Felix, can you help me? I need--" She glanced at Umbridge, and because Umbridge was standing on the steps, a head taller than her, her eyes fell on her pink cardigan and the bow embroidered on the collar, and she looked away uncomfortably.

"--I need to accompany this investigator from the Ministry of Magic."

"What do you need me to do?" Felix asked.

"Collect the list of students who will stay at school for Christmas. You only need to be responsible for Gryffindor College. Percy Weasley can also assist you." Professor McGonagall handed him a piece of parchment. "Just let the little wizards fill out the form. If I can spare time in the afternoon, I will go there."

"No problem, Minerva." Felix said easily. He bowed slightly to the two of them and his eyes fell on Umbridge. "The clothes suit you very well, ma'am."

Umbridge looked at him in disbelief. "Who is this person?" She pointed at his departing back with a fat finger.

Felix heard Professor McGonagall say in a pleasant voice: "Obviously, he is a professor at Hogwarts..."

He went up the spiral staircase and came to the common room of Gryffindor College. As a result, he was blocked outside by the portrait of the fat lady guarding the door. She said with a straight face: "Password."

Felix was stunned and said tentatively: "Good luck?" He had the impression that the password of Gryffindor seemed to be related to "luck".

"No," the Fat Lady rolled her eyes, "Although you are a professor, you can't open the door without a password, this is the rule. Who knows if you are Black in disguise."

Felix said with great interest: "Excuse me, ma'am - I've always wanted to know, do you remember what happened when Black was in school?"

The Fat Lady seemed to be insulted, she screamed: "Oh my God, of course I remember..." She spoke in a crackling voice, and Felix smiled and echoed her words, "Is that so?"

"There is such a thing?"

"He is such a little bastard..."

After about ten minutes, the door of the common room was pushed open from the inside, and Neville came out, carrying his schoolbag.

"Neville, are you going to the library to study?"

Neville seemed to be startled, and stammered: "Professor Hep? Yes, oh no, I'm going to the greenhouse - I mean, to Professor Sprout."

Felix nodded understandingly, "By the way, what is the password of your college?" While speaking, the Fat Lady had already "banged" the door shut, and at the same time revealed an expression of watching a good show.

Neville's round face froze. He looked at Felix very slowly, then at the closed door of the common room, and helplessly reached into his pocket.

He started from the first pocket, then the second, from the coat to the lining, from the robe to the trousers, and then opened the schoolbag. The loose bag exuded the smell of fresh soil.

Neville turned over a small note from the corner, and he read it out excitedly: "Good luck, good luck!"

The Fat Lady pouted, "I want to talk to you for a while." She spun out of the way, and the door of the common room opened.

Felix suddenly thought of something, "Neville, are you staying at school for Christmas?"

"No, my grandmother wrote to ask me to go back during the holiday." Neville replied, and he unconsciously grabbed the schoolbag.

"I know, Neville."

Felix went into the door of the common room, and there was a lot of noise inside.