"First is a golem, since you all know about it, let's quickly skim over this part."
Felix moved his finger, and the golem on the table quickly moved, making all kinds of incredible movements under his control, and finally, ending with the golem releasing a fireball.
The young wizards looked at Felix blankly, and he smiled softly: "After the lesson, I'll give one to each of you, no limits of any kind, and I hope this will become a Hogwarts tradition. Until next Tuesday, you can all have fun with the golem duels."
Hermione's eyes were fixed on the golem with the ice blue hair, and she saw the same blazing sight of the Slytherin girl whose last name is " Greengrass".
She pursed her lips, she would never give in!
She had been looking forward to it for a whole year.
The brown-haired girl opposite returned a similar look, and they both realized: the war had begun.
"Next, a collection of seven pocket Sneakoscopes."
Felix walked from one side of the podium to the other, his left hand ran across the table, his ring bloomed with a hazy luminescence, and a row of Sneakoscope appeared on the table, as the young wizard stretched their necks to look hard.
"What you see here on the table is seven different kinds of Sneakoscopes. Now, to get you all involved, I have to ask: what is Sneakoscope?"
Hermione raised her hand, but Felix deliberately named Draco Malfoy for balance.
Draco stood up and said, "That's a detector, used to alert us. My father says that the ones sold on the market are all junks, and my family's Sneakoscope are specially customized."
Felix glanced at him: "This represents only a minority's view ... or let me say that in the eighteenth century, the wizard Edgar Stroulger invented the prototype of the Sneakoscope, which was a dark magic detector shaped much like the common gyroscope shape nowadays. But actually magic items with similar effects date back thousands of years ago, although they weren't called such at the time ...
If we look at it from a modern perspective, we can think of Sneakoscope as a generic term for a type of detection and alarm device.
By modern times it is more minutely divided, and numerous spin-off versions of this item have been born - for example, the Probity Probe of the Gringotts, which is entirely deviated from its original design and looks like a long, thin golden antenna.
Or, the Secrecy Sensor, which can detect concealment or lies.
In the Sneakoscope we have seen so far, the function is basically limited to discovering suspicious characters, or detecting some dark magic.
But in fact ...
It can do much more.
For example, warning against specific magic.
Against a specific behaviour.
Or even, for a specific bloodline, to the point ... a certain person."
Felix's words were astonishing and completely turned the young wizards' perception of the Sneakoscope upside down.
Most of the Slytherin students were sceptical, which went against what they had been taught since childhood.
But some people were convinced by Felix's words -
For example, Ron is not averse of owning a Sneakoscope against a Malfoy, think about it, as long as he is 100 feet closer to him, he will get the message, he can hide in the bushes, or behind the gate post of the yard, waiting for an opportunity to give Malfoy a vile curse.
For that, he would give his entire year's pocket money, and if he could make it himself, well, it would be even better.
"So, Professor, if I hate someone, I can make a type of Sneakoscope that is aimed at them?"
Ron blurted out, looking unabashedly at Draco Malfoy.
Draco's expression turned dangerous as he narrowed his eyes and said, "Weasley, you could probably put a Sneakoscope in your house ... for thieving rats, and your mother wouldn't be crying out in sadness if there is a coin missing again, would she?"
"Malfoy, you wicked breed ..."
"Okay, don't quarrel. Or else fifty points each, plus three weeks of detention." Felix said speechlessly, he hadn't realized before that Malfoy's mocking skills were so strong.
"As for Weasley's previous question, the answer is I can do it, as for you guys, forget about it ..."
"Might as well work on your sharp eyes."
Professor Hap's words made everyone feel helpless and listening to his description, the young wizards did have thoughts similar to Ron's, mind you everyone has one or two annoying people.
Neville's thoughts, on the other hand, were more normal; he badly expected a special Sneakoscope to remind him not to lose things, but he feared he might lose it too - it's not impossible, that's how he lost his Remembrall last year.
Neville painstakingly wrote down 'Lucky Star' on a piece of parchment, the Gryffindor common room password, but he always had trouble remembering it, and for that reason, he wrote it down in places wherever he could see it whenever he had the time.
According to his idea, as long as he recorded the password in enough places, he would never have to worry about forgetting the password, even if he happened to get it right once or twice ...
"Well, let's take a look at these seven Sneakoscopes." Felix casually waved his wand and let a fist-sized brown chestnut Sneakoscope on the podium float into midair.
"The first, the most common type, commercially sold one, at most the shape, has some variations. The effectiveness is average and easy to make mistakes. The advantage is that it is easy and cheap to make."
"But when camping in the wilderness you can use it to defend against dangerous creatures, it is barely enough for that."
"The second, similar to the Probity Probe, can find the hidden spell on the wizard."
"The third, for dark magic, my kind can detect seventeen of the more nefarious dark magic spells, including the Unforgivable Curses ."
He waved forth a heavy black glow, and the Sneakoscope immediately emitted a shrill alarm.
The young wizards on the stage looked at Felix in silence, the black light seemed to lock out any light. But he went on with no change in his face -
"The fourth, for a specific spell, is essentially a spin-off of the third Sneakoscope, but with a more flexible scope of application. This one in front of me is aimed at the disarming charm. Anyone wants to give it a try?"
Felix asked, pointing to a walnut-sized gray Sneakoscope.
All eyes turned towards Harry, who in recent rumours had single-handedly killed a squad of dementors with the disarming charm.
Draco didn't believe the claims at all, and he firmly believed that all the various versions that have emerged so far are false, putting aside all the rhetoric: Potter encountered the dementor and fainted. This is the truth of the matter.
So he did the "Dementor" mouthing to Harry.
Harry is a bit nervous, but also a bit excited, he looked provocatively at Draco, waving his wand, silent, an arc of red light across the students of Slytherin's side.
From the beginning, he did not concern himself with the spell, but rather stared at Draco.
To Harry's satisfaction, his face turned pale.
As Harry's charm launched, the gray Sneakoscope in midair twitched around, it kept flashing a red light and emitting a beeping sound.
Felix explained: "Do you see, a specific spell Sneakoscope, this is the way. It doesn't look like anything, but if you placed this Sneakoscope for a regular 'Unlocking Charm' in the door, it might work as a pleasant surprise."
"Be aware that a regular Sneakoscope can be shielded, and you never know if there is a prepared dark wizard standing outside your room."
"The fifth one, for specific bloodlines. Just so you know, I won't elaborate it."
"The sixth, for specific people, the principle is simple, you only need a pinch of hair from the opposing party, like a polyjuice potion ..."
"And the last one, for a specific feeling. I'm here with the 'joy' Sneakoscope, it's interesting, isn't it? If you're going to tell a joke, it will help you understand the real emotions of your audience."
"Anyone wants to try it?"
Hermione looked around, fidgeting when Harry raised his hand.
"Very good, Potter, for your courage, whether it works or not, plus ten points." Felix nodded in satisfaction as he looked over at others: "He needs an assistant to make him think of something joyful through words, any volunteers?"
A number of hands were raised on the Gryffindor side.
But Draco raised his left hand as well: "Oh, Professor, I'd like to try. Potter, I have something I want to say to you, you are not afraid, are you?"
Harry said without fear: "It's you, Malfoy."
The two stood facing each other.
"I dare say my words will make you cry, Potter." Draco mocked in a low voice, his voice deliberately low.
Harry stared at his platinum blonde hair and said, "You could try."
Draco narrowed his light-colored eyes, "You've heard of Sirius Black, haven't you?"
"So what if I have?"
"Oh, Potter, if I were you, I'd be absolutely desperate for revenge ..."
Harry's heart tightened, he knew! He knew that Sirius Black was a good friend of my dad's! But why did he use the word 'revenge'? He suddenly thought of something, and his whole stomach churned.
But he said 'calmly', "What are you trying to say?"
"Oh, Potter!" Draco grinned, his eyes glinting with malice, "Your parents, how they died, you don't know that, do you? It's pathetic, surrounded by lies."
"I know," Harry said suddenly.
"What?"
"I know everything, Black is a Death Eater, he defected to Voldemort, the choice that ... was made unwisely just like your father back then." Harry suppressed the dreadful thoughts rising in his mind, his task now was to fight back, and he should never show cowardice in front of his enemies.
"What did you say?" Draco whispered in a low yell.
Harry said with an expressionless face, "You know what I mean, wallflower family, everyone knows what you are, don't they?"
Draco's pale face turned red with anger, "How dare you! Potter ..."
"What's there to dare?" Harry gave a quick smile, he felt suffocated by the sudden surge of repressed emotions, he had to find an outlet, or he would have shouted in spite of the situation.
He came up to Draco, so closely between them that he could even see his snorting nostrils, he whispered: "Malfoy, your family is Voldemort's lapdog, worse than any pureblood family with a backbone. Do you think you're something to be proud of? But you're wrong! The shame of the Malfoy family name will stay with you for the rest of your life!"
"You, you ..." Draco's mind reeled as he retorted loudly, "My family is not a lapdog of the Voldemort!"
Everyone looked at him in surprise, they could only hear the two whispering something before.
But at least with these words, they could make out everything.
"Is that so? You shouted for Voldemort to hear." Harry also loosened the voice, so that everyone could hear what he said.
The whole class became silent, dead silent.
Felix waved his wand, causing the two to separate slightly. "Okay, the test is over. Potter, Malfoy, back to your seats."
The others looked at the golden Sneakoscope above the table, which glowed brightly.
At Ron's, "Well done, Harry!" At the sound of Ron's excited voice, Harry resumed his seat, and he is now in the mood to think about the thoughts that just flashed through his mind.
Revenge, revenge, what can be considered revenge?
Unless Sirius Black had done something wrong to him first.
What he had heard from Hermione before was just how Black and his father had been good friends at school and had broken many school rules together. He, Hermione, and Ron speculated that the relationship between the two became enemies as Black joined the Death Eaters and totally went for a split.
And Black broke out of prison to come after him, but also to restore the power of his master Voldemort, just like the first-year Professor Quirinus, there is no personal grudge.
But Harry found that he was wrong, very wrong.
From Mr. Weasley's attitude to Malfoy's mention of 'revenge', he suddenly had an incredible idea.
Harry muddled out of class, even Professor Hap let everyone come forward to pick their favourite golem, he just took one at hand.
Hermione gleefully held an ice blue-haired golem, she saw the look on Harry's face, "What's wrong with you, Harry?"
"Nothing." He stumbled away and Ron shouted, "Where are you going? We should go to the great hall for dinner." But he paid no attention at all, carrying his school bag in one hand and the black-haired golem in the other, and went straight back to the dormitory.
The dormitory is empty, and he rummages through the boxes under his bed, pulling aside the clothes piled at the top until he sees a leather-bound magic album - one that Hagrid gave him two years ago and that he flips through from time to time.
Harry couldn't wait to flip it open, the first page, the second page, and then his breath stopped.
His eyes stopped on the picture of his parent's wedding day, his dad smiling and waving at him, his mom's face beaming with happiness, their hands linked together.
And next to his father stood a handsome, smiling man with black hair, his face not hollowed out from prison, his hair not tangled, but Harry recognized the man at a glance--
Sirius Black!
Harry felt a wave of nausea, his heart thumped. His stomach kept churning, more intense than the feeling after the special training by Professor Hap, but a sudden surge of strong emotions came over him.
Thoughts of revenge continued to eat him away, and he grabbed the wand in his hand and clutched it for all it's worth.
'Maybe he should walk out of Hogwarts, go find that man, and ... kill him!'
But the thought is interrupted by, "Harry!" Ron and Hermione came into the dormitory and were looking at him with a worried look on their faces.
Harry's tense heart became relaxed, and he exhaled a deep breath.
...
Later that day, Felix decided to go and see Hagrid. During his adventure in the Forbidden Forest last year, he saw quite a lot of magical creatures that he might be able to recommend to Hagrid.
For example, a juvenile unicorn, or a silly-looking flower fairy.
But a phoenix with gorgeous feathers appeared in front of him, and he looked at it in surprise: "Fawkes? Is Dumbledore looking for me?"
The phoenix nodded, it landed on Felix's shoulders, and after a moment of spinning around, he appeared in the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore is seated behind the long-legged table, dressed formally as if he is about to go out, or has just returned from an outing. His expression is serious, until he flashed a smile when he saw Felix.
"Felix, forgive me for calling you here so late."
"What can I do for you, Dumbledore?"
"I heard about one of the seven Sneakoscope... you introduced in class that can be used to target and find a specific person?"
"That's right, but it requires that person's hair, or body tissue or something similar," Felix replied, also pondering Dumbledore's intentions.
"Just fits your requirements." Dumbledore lifted a red piece of cloth, and a few black hairs laid on it in a resting position.
"This is ..." Felix already had a guess.
"Sirius Black's hair." Dumbledore lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.
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