A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

The wind blew from all directions, and swifts, like black spirits, soared among the towering mountains, their wings brushing against the pointed tops of tall trees. The conversation with Dumbledore from last night replayed one by one in Felix's mind—

"I received intel that Voldemort is planning to personally execute a capture as Amelia returns from Azkaban using the portkey."

"How do you plan to act? Set up a trap in reverse?"

After a long silence, Dumbledore shook his head in the darkness. "Not this time. We don't have complete assurance. We mustn't appear as if we had prior knowledge."

Felix understood; it was protection for their spy, and the informant was likely Severus Snape.

"What about you—"

"I won't be part of this operation... It involves a plan," Dumbledore said softly. The silver moonlight glinted off his glasses, obscuring his expression. "Though it's uncertain if we'll use it, I cannot risk exposing myself, especially to Voldemort."

...

Felixstowe was the largest and busiest container port in Britain, located in East Anglia in the southeastern coastal area. On a desolate stretch of beach near the harbor, two figures emerged from the distorted air.

Sirius and Mrs. Bones stood together, clutching an old copy of the Daily Prophet.

"I hate portkeys. Couldn't we have used a boat like last time?" Sirius rubbed his head; he had bumped into Amelia's knee when using the portkey, leading to various mishaps.

"Others need the boats more than we do," Mrs. Bones stuffed the newspaper into her pocket. "Since we're back early, we'll have to make do."

Sirius muttered under his breath.

Mrs. Bones smiled. "Congratulations, Professor Black."

Sirius looked pleased, then his expression shifted. "Someone's been lurking nearby." He drew his wand, scanning the area vigilantly. Mrs. Bones did the same; her wand tip shimmered, causing the sand on the beach to tremble.

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Bones asked with a serious expression. "It might just be a passing Muggle."

"I'm not sure," Sirius said. "I just feel—watch out!" He swung his wand, a burst of fire erupted from above, deafening. Sirius staggered back but kept his gaze fixed in one direction, gasping. "Voldemort!"

Voldemort stood on the sand, appearing out of nowhere, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Amelia Bones," Voldemort's pale fingers held a wand as he slightly bowed. "I'd like to invite you to the castle."

"What if I refuse?" Mrs. Bones gritted her teeth, her wand thrusting out like a blade, causing the sand on the beach to whirl in a sandstorm. "Leave!" she told Sirius. Sirius immediately placed his hand on her, preparing a Disillusionment Charm.

The sandstorm suddenly collapsed, forming a heavy wall, smashing them away. They couldn't get up for some time.

Voldemort calmly walked towards Mrs. Bones. "I'll have to extract useful information from your mind. There might be some omissions, which I don't prefer."

Sirius lay on the ground, feeling like he had broken several ribs. His wand emitted a red light, Voldemort casually blocked the spell, pausing his advance. He seemed to just notice Sirius, red eyes glinting, staring for two seconds—

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Concrete into a wall!" Mrs. Bones shouted, a spacious wall rose from the sand, deflecting the Killing Curse.

They regrouped.

"Transfiguration," Voldemort said disdainfully.

"Find a chance to escape. You're more important." Sirius gritted, blood trickling from his mouth, his ribs aching. He struggled to cast spells.

"He's after me, I can't escape." Mrs. Bones yelled, wielding her wand. Stones near the coast seemed to come alive, rushing toward Voldemort. "Think of another way—"

Voldemort showed a cruel smile, effortlessly deflecting the spells, casually blasting apart the stones. The aftermath of the spells left scars on them. If it weren't for capturing Amelia, extracting the prophecy's secret, he would've been more relaxed.

Suddenly, Sirius grabbed Mrs. Bones' hand, forcibly casting Disillusionment. Voldemort waved his wrist, his wand howling, a bloody gash opened on Sirius's chest, but they had already vanished.

Voldemort nonchalantly approached, gazing at the vanished spot. The next moment, he appeared in a desolate area not far from there.

Sirius and Bones struggled to keep themselves upright.

"Why always go for Disillusionment? For skilled wizards like me, following your trace is easy. Plus, I've disrupted your landing spot." Voldemort explained generously, hoping they'd fall into despair, supporting each other.

But what met him was a powerful spell.

Sirius conjured a dozen rusty iron arrows in the air, wailing as they flew towards Voldemort, while Bones simultaneously waved her wand. The ground around them suddenly sank, "With the portkey, he can't stop—" she pulled out the newspaper from her pocket, "Mentos!"

A blue light flashed on the newspaper's surface, then returned to normal.

"Hold on, just three seconds—" she looked at Sirius, blood flowing from his chest, "three, two—"

Sirius stared into space, eyes suddenly widening. Voldemort, somehow suspended in mid-air, dropped a green curtain of light. Sirius resisted despite the pain.

Bones reached out to grab him but disappeared upon contact.

It's over… Sirius thought, unable to withstand Voldemort's Killing Curse, but at least one escaped. He started contemplating what the afterlife would be like. After about a dozen seconds, he suddenly realized he was still conscious.

Something massive blocked the spell—a huge Galleon?

Sirius was speechless.

On the ground, Felix blamed himself for the mistake; he didn't anticipate Sirius forcibly using Disillusionment, and worse, succeeding. This was unlike the time he had let go. Nonetheless, catching up took some time, but luckily, he managed it. A shrunken coin blocked the Killing Curse. This familiar scene caused Voldemort to disappear instantly, far away from Felix's position.

"Voldemort, in your words, your appearance here today was foolish," Felix displayed his new wand to him calmly. He had to suppress the urge to expose his ace and everything related to it because revealing his killer moves wasn't wise.

Voldemort stared at his own wand, his expression unpleasant.

"Felix Harp," he muttered, a flicker of madness in his eyes. He was beginning to reconsider. Lucius's intel slowly flowed in his mind—Felix Harp had acquired a new wand while he was stuck with an average one, and envy was consuming him.

Voldemort swore inwardly; the next time they met, he would obtain a wand that matched his identity, one that would allow him to cast spells without any constraints. He looked expressionless at Felix before disappearing.

Felix remained still. If it were Sirius on the other side, he would've chased him without hesitation. But facing Voldemort without the advantage could be catastrophic.

"He's gone?" a weak voice said.

Felix stepped forward, looking at Sirius, who sat in the pit, appearing as though he'd just been pulled from a pool of blood. Sirius leaned against the edge of

the pit, glancing at his bloodstained shirt.

"Professor Black…" Felix spoke softly, bending down to check Sirius's wounds.

"That's… an old name," Sirius said, struggling to sit up. "Not sure it fits anymore."

"Can you stand?"

Sirius nodded, holding Felix's hand. "Thanks… for saving us." His voice was hoarse, breathless.

Felix assisted Sirius, escorting him away from the desolate area. Sirius looked up at Felix, a mix of emotions crossing his face—pain, gratitude, and something else, a trace of familiarity.

"Who are you, really?" Sirius finally asked, his voice trembling slightly from the pain.

Felix smiled gently, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. "Just a friend, here to help."

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