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

Felix looked at him in surprise. "Guessed it?"

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

"Everyone is talking about it and is scared." George continued. He said with admiration: "Black showed up in the open space in front of the castle in a swaggering manner, and disguised himself as a Muggle boy. He is really brave!"

Felix didn't know what the little wizard thought of this attack. He had a very fulfilling weekend last week. He didn't go to the hall for dinner and didn't know the latest gossip.

It seems that Dumbledore has no intention of refuting the rumors. This kind of public opinion will make Peter Pettigrew, who is hiding in the dark, feel at ease. However, there are pros and cons. The Ministry of Magic has used this as an excuse to try to pry open a crack more than once.

In peacetime, 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 reputation will shine throughout the entire wizarding world like the sun.

Castle Hall.

Harry vigorously stabbed a piece of potato, which was covered with sauce, and suddenly lost his appetite.

"They see me as some rare magical animal!"

"No, a lucky one." Ron cut the sausage on the plate and drank a big mouthful of thick soup. He smiled and said, "In their eyes, you just escaped from the three big mouths of the three-headed dog."

Harry grinned, and he suddenly thought of the picture of the shrunken three-headed dog being rubbed by Ron.

Hermione glanced at the two of them, "Speaking of magical animals, we can just meet Hagrid in the Protection of Magical Creatures class and ask about the progress of Buckbeak's case."

"Haven't you paid the fine?" Ron asked. He objectively commented, "This is the best result, Hermione."

Harry also agreed with this point. It only cost a little money to solve Buckbeak's trouble. He believed that Hagrid would not care.

"It's hard to say. Although they have received the money, the Ministry of Magic has been dragging its feet and has not given a formal conclusion. Hagrid has been absent-minded recently."

Harry recalled, "I think Hagrid is in good condition. He didn't make

another Flobberworm." He and Ron's ban is still there. These days, they can only see Hagrid in class. In the last class, they learned about fire crabs. Although this magical creature native to Fiji is called "crab", it looks like a big turtle, and its shell is inlaid with jewels.

Hagrid introduced it at the time: "If it weren't for the different living environment, the Niffler would definitely love this creature. Oh, the Niffler is a little thing that loves treasure hunting. I will introduce it to you another day..."

"That's because Professor Happ and I helped to check it," Hermione waved her fork, "I can't believe that he actually mixed the human-headed lion-body manticore into the teaching plan."

"Uh, human-headed scorpion-body...what is that?" Harry asked blankly.

"It's a manticore," Ron read out the correct name in one breath. He said in fear, "Charlie told me when I was a kid that it's one of the few magical creatures that can rival dragons. The scorpion tail is highly poisonous, the teeth are particularly sharp, and their skin naturally repels most spells!"

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

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

"The Forbidden Forest is very big, Harry." Hermione explained, and then said angrily: "Hagrid later argued that he was wrong and that he was just simply researching. I want to see what he can research..."

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

Harry took the time to look at the teacher's seat. Snape sat far away from Professor Happ, his body leaning to one side, and even when he took food, he only picked the plate on his left hand. He was not sure, was he avoiding?

What happened? He remembered the scene he had seen in Professor Happ's eyes - Professor Lupin and Snape were confronting each other, but when he asked for information, Professor Happ said perfunctorily that he was overthinking and everything was normal.

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

He was lost in thought, and it took him a long time to see Snape staring at him, his eyes were very scary, and Harry quickly lowered his head.

"Huh~"

Snape snorted, and his mood was a little better, but soon the bad mood occupied his mind again. He suspected that he was cast under the Confusion Charm, otherwise why would he agree to go to the Three Broomsticks with that kid?

More importantly, he couldn't remember if he had said anything he shouldn't have said.

His memory was a little vague, and he remembered that Rosmerta recommended a mead, "You must try it, it has various petals added, roses, violets, hibiscus, irises, asphodel... It tastes great and it won't make you drunk." She said enthusiastically.

'Liar. '

In the evening, Felix sat quietly in his office, studying the Marauder's Map.

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

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

"Are you talking about yourself? You were reading last night, and you smelled of alcohol..." The voice chattered on the other side.

Felix waved his wand, and the next second, Sirius came out of the fireplace.

"Ahem!"

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

Seeing the Marauder's Map in Felix's hand, he stared with his eyes and said in surprise, "Did you get it?"

"Well, good luck."

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

"Not yet. I checked and found nothing." Felix continued to study with his head down, tapping the parchment with his fingertips. "I guess Peter Pettigrew is hiding deep in the Forbidden Forest, or simply found a new wizard family."

Sirius slumped on the sofa and said dejectedly, "Then what are you going to do? How about I turn myself in to the Ministry of Magic? With Dumbledore as a witness, they will at least listen, right?"

Felix looked up and glanced at him without saying a word.

"Okay." Sirius stood up, looked around the office, and muttered softly, "Old-fashioned."

He stood in front of a half-person-high portrait that was only half finished. He clicked his tongue twice, "You also have this hobby, hanging yourself up?"

"That's for St. Mungo's." Felix said without even looking up.

"Why? You're a therapist? Researching how to tie people up?"

"There are clippings on the workbench. Besides, I'll kick you out if you keep talking nonsense."

Sirius curled his lips, picked up the newspaper and started reading. After a while, he was silent. "Frank and Alice? I didn't know they went through all this... this damn war!" He cursed in a low voice, "Voldemort is rotten to the core. Fortunately, he is dead."

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

"Just don't bite it with your mouth. It's been through a lot."

Sirius made a "tsk" sound. "I'm just an Animagus in the form of a dog. I don't have the habit of grinding my teeth." He said guiltily, reaching out to pick up the tattered golden snitch on the table. Half of its wings were broken, and the other half of the intact wings flapped at intervals for a long time, looking weak.

After a while, Sirius came over and asked cautiously, "About the Snitch... do you plan to repair it?"

"Maybe," Felix answered casually, "I found it in a huge garbage dump and wanted to take it apart for research."

"How could there be a Golden Snitch in a garbage dump? Never mind... how much?"

"What?"

"I'm asking how much this thing costs. Of course, I want to repair it, and it would be better if I could cast some weird magic on it to make it more interesting. I can come up with ideas, and we can do it together."

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

"There's still half a year... I don't know if things will change by then, maybe I'll still be hiding," Sirius dodged his gaze, "Although I'm not a qualified godfather, I have to do something, just like the Firebolt. I think, even if I can't be with him, but at least--" "

Did you send the Firebolt?" Felix said in surprise.

"It was me, I sent it by owl, and Crookshanks helped a lot." Sirius explained.

After thinking about it, Felix agreed: "No problem. Okay, come over here, I need your experience--" He pointed to the Marauder's Map, "I plan to cast an alarm spell on it. If a specific person enters the map range, an alarm will be sounded."

He actually had some other plans, but the alarm spell was the most convenient and most likely to succeed. Now that Peter Pettigrew had been captured, he had plenty of time to verify his ideas.

"That's a good idea!" Sirius was really attracted. "We can't keep an eye on the map anytime and anywhere. What if he sneaks in in the middle of the night? Although we can give it to Kreacher," he said maliciously, "His mind is completely abnormal. He got too many crazy ideas from my mother's portrait..."

"The cleaning work is not going well?"

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

"I digressed. Let's talk about the alarm spell. There is a problem at present..."

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

"I can provide the method of making the Marauder's Map." Sirius said immediately.

"It's not that simple. I want to know more about the order in which you cast the spells." Felix said.

Sirius thought about it seriously for a while, and then he said slowly: "I can only recall part of it. The Dementors had a great influence on me. You'd better ask Remus, he is more careful."