The next morning, Felix didn't expect his premonition to come true so soon. He remembered that he didn't have the talent for divination? It's hard to say that he gave up divination class because that woman named Trelawney was always pretending to be a ghost.

At that time, Sybil Trilawney had just entered Hogwarts teaching for a few years, and she had not formed a stable teaching style like she is now. Sometimes she could not help but use too much force.

Felix is ​​in the limelight - famous and troublesome, which happens to be her good choice for her to become famous. Trelawney once made more than a dozen prophecies for him in one go, although none of them are reliable.

...

Felix saw Professor McGonagall standing face to face with Umbridge in front of the spiral stairs. Professor McGonagall's expression was quite unpleasant, and her lips were pursed to the point of only a slit.

"Umbridge... Investigator! 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 in which dementors hit the Quidditch Stadium."

Umbridge stood on a step and found that he was still not big enough. He stepped on the second step again and looked at Professor McGonagall with a smirk on his face: "Professor McGonagall, I didn't want the dementor to come in. I hate those disturbing things like you. To be honest, this reminds me of the unfair treatment I received in my early years, when I was an intern."

"But luckily, I successfully proved my ability. Although I have a relationship with the Selwin family... I can have the status I am today on myself."

Professor McGonagall snorted from his nose, "I just hope that you will not retaliate after you have a status. As far as I know..." She did not continue.

Umbridge didn't seem to hear this, and she showed a sweet smile: "Given that Sirius Black, the dangerous fugitive, is still on the run, I hope that on behalf of Minister Foggy, can open a small stronghold in Hogwarts to show the Ministry of Magic's importance to Hogwarts. Of course, there will be no dementors, only me and the two Aurors."

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

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

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

"Law, Minerva?" Felix got down the stairs and passed Umbridge.

Professor McGonagall took two steps back and gave him up, and Felix's tall man was just in front of Umbridge.

Felix blinked at Professor McGonagall. For a moment, a smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's face, but she quickly restrained her expression and became more serious. A similar situation was when Flivi used herself as an example to tell her a dwarf joke.

"Ahem! Sorry-" Behind him, pretending to clear his throat sounded again, and Felix seemed to have noticed her, "You haven't left yet? I thought you've finished talking."

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

Professor McGonagall had no intention of introducing her. She apologized to Felix: "Felix, can you please help? I need-" She glanced at Umbridge. Since Umbridge was standing on the steps, a little higher than her, her eyes fell on her pink cardigan and the bow embroidered on the neckline, and she moved her gaze away in discomfort.

"—I need to accompany this Ministry of Magic investigator."

"What do I need to do?" Felix asked.

"Collection of Christmas lists, you only need to be responsible for Gryffindor College, and Percy Weasley can assist you." Professor McGonagall handed him a piece of parchment. "Just ask the young wizards to fill out the form. If I can take time out in the afternoon, I will go there."

"No problem, Minerva." Felix said lightly, he bowed slightly to the two, his eyes falling on Umbridge, "The clothes match you very well, lady."

Umbridge looked at him incredibly, "Who is this person?" She stretched out her fat finger and pointed at his departure back.

Felix heard Professor McGonagall say in a pleasant voice: "It is obvious that he is a professor at Hogwarts..."

He followed the spiral staircase and headed all the way to the common room of Gryffindor College. He was blocked outside by a portrait of the fat lady guarding the gate. She said with a stern face: "Command."

Felix was stunned and said tentatively: "Good luck is coming?" In his impression, Gryffindor's password seemed to be related to "luck".

"No," Mrs. Fat 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 were Black."

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

The fat lady seemed to be insulted, and she screamed: "Oh my God, of course I remember..." She said with a crackling sound, and Felix smiled and agreed with her words, "Is that true?"

"There is still such a thing?"

"He's such a little bastard..."

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

"Navi, are you going to study in the library?"

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

Felix nodded understandingly, "By the way, what is the password for your academy?" As he was speaking, the fat lady had already closed the door with a "slam" and showed an expression of watching the show.

Neville's little round face was stunned. He glanced at Felix very slowly, then looked at the closed lounge door and reached into his pocket helplessly.

He started from the first pocket, turned to the second one, from the top to the liner, from the robe to the pants, and then opened his schoolbag, which smelled fresh earthy from the loose schoolbag.

Neville flipped through a small note from the corner, and he said excitedly: "The lucky star shines brightly, it is the lucky star shines brightly!"

The fat lady curled her lips, "I want to chat with you for a while." She turned and moved away, and the door of the common room opened.

Felix suddenly thought of something, "Navi, are you staying on school on Christmas?"

"No, my grandmother wrote me to go back on the holiday." Neville replied, unconsciously holding on to his schoolbag.

"I got it, Neville."
Chapter completed!