Chapter 218 Fairy Portrait

"Your student?" Professor Flitwick was stunned. "You mean... that person..."

Professor Dumbledore stretched out the sleeve of his robe and brushed across the reservoir, saying, "As you thought, Professor Flitwick, we now not only have to deal with Dementors, but also have to guard against the more dangerous person."

The black aura on the reservoir dissipated in an instant, and the ink on the water surface was washed away by the surging spring. Layers of purple runes resurfaced on the water surface, bursting with dazzling light.

When the light dissipated, Professor Dumbledore looked at the clear pool and shook his head:

"I should have set the spell myself..."

He said, and walked out of the bathroom.

Professor Flitwick followed behind, saying guiltily, "This has nothing to do with you, it's my problem. I never thought that the spell I cast myself would be broken so easily..."

...

Late at night, Gryffindor dormitory.

After a busy day, Meka Anders returned to the dormitory accompanied by Professor McGonagall. As soon as Professor McGonagall left, he lay on his back on the bed.

It was already late at night, but Harry, who was sleeping soundly on the bed next to him, immediately opened his eyes:

"Meka..."

Meka glanced at him, sat up, changed his robes, and replied: "What? Are you still awake?"

"Not asleep." Harry sighed, sat up, looked at Meka, and said:

"I heard you were helping out in the school hospital?"

"Then you heard wrong." Meka hung his robes at the end of the bed, "I'm making potions in Professor Snape's office."

"Potion?" Harry was stunned, "Provide it to those who are poisoned?"

"Yes."

"Hemostatic potion? Or something else?"

"No." Meka looked for clothes on the hanger next to him and replied casually: "Antidote potion."

Antidote potion? Could it be an antidote for the poison of the poisonous leopard? ... Harry was stunned, and asked hurriedly:

"Isn't it very difficult to refine? I heard Madam Pomfrey say that before."

"It's okay." Maeka picked up his clothes, stood up, and smiled at him, "I just happened to be there, so I was called over to help."

"How is the situation?" Harry asked immediately, staring at Maeka's face: "Hermione asked this morning, and said that the situation at the school hospital is not optimistic..."

"So you didn't sleep? Because you are worried about Ron?"

"There are other reasons..."

"Are you still worried that Sirius Black will make other moves again? Add fuel to the fire?"

Harry looked at Maeka's face, hesitated, and nodded : "Yes, if he comes again..."

"Be careful." Meka smiled, "But I always feel that there may be someone else behind this incident."

"You mean..." Harry's eyes widened, "Mysterious person?"

"Oh?" Meka was heading towards the bathroom, and halfway through, he turned back after hearing this, and he laughed:

"I didn't say this person... but maybe it's really him - oh, and you don't have to worry about Ron, there must be enough potions."

Enough potions, that's great... Harry was happy, and was about to say something else, but saw the bathroom door closed, and Meka's figure entered it.

He opened his mouth, scratched his head, and smiled happily.

He covered himself with the quilt, and soon, snoring sounded under the quilt.

...

After taking a shower, Meka took a dry towel to wipe his hair, and lay back on the bed, but found that he was more energetic after taking a shower.

He thought about it and took out the "Self-portrait of a Fairy Wizard" taken from Bogunna Rocco.

The portrait was a bit big. It was placed on the bedside table. It was tall and heavy, and one hand couldn't hold it.

He looked at the person in the portrait. The goblin wizard with a pointed hat was short and somewhat similar to Professor Flitwick.

The goblin wizard had white hair on his temples and his half-closed eyes were a bit turbid, but even so, he still gave people a sense of wisdom, especially with the wizard's pointed hat, like a goblin wise man walking out of the ancient forest.

"Half-blood goblin wizard, Bissia..."

Meka looked at the ink on the lower right side of the portrait and smiled.

No wonder he looked like Professor Flitwick, he was also a half-blood goblin.

But it seemed that he should be much older than Professor Flitwick.

Knock knock.

Meka was startled and heard the sound of knocking on the wall from the portrait. He listened carefully and couldn't help laughing.

"I almost forgot that the Scabbers that Ron has been looking for is in there."

"I remember that it also shed a lot of blood. It's really lucky to be alive now."

"But how should we deal with this guy?"

Meka touched his chin. It didn't seem good to kill him directly. In this way, wouldn't Sirius be wrongly killed? The only "witness" who could prove that he was not the one who killed James Potter and his wife was gone. He would probably have to live on the run for the rest of his life.

"Then we can only hand him over to Sirius..." Meka thought of Peter Pettigrew's bleak future in the hands of Sirius, and couldn't help feeling sad for him.

This guy has been living a life of fear since he killed James and his wife. This time he finally relied on Boguna and found a new support, but he was captured alive by himself a few days later.

After that, he fell into the hands of Sirius. Meka didn't believe that he would not be beaten severely.

But what can I say, good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

Two words, you deserve it.

"In addition to Peter Pettigrew, there is also a 'Venom Leopard' inside. This is no joke. It is known as the most dangerous magical animal in the wizarding world..."

Meka thought to herself, "I have to find time to deal with it. I don't know if it is an intelligent creature. Can it be like a basilisk after death and give me a 'relic'?"

He raised his head and looked out the window. It was quiet in the night.

It's not being handled well now. If a big noise is made, it will easily alert the professors, and it will be difficult to explain. So we can just leave it and wait for another day.

As for Peter Pettigrew, he was helpless tonight.

Meka glanced at the portrait next to her again.

"Well, let's take a look at the last wish in this portrait tonight and see what surprises it can bring me..."

He smiled, found another sheet, covered the portrait, and placed it next to the bed.

He also lay on the bed and stretched out a hand to grab the edge of the portrait.

Not long after, Meka fell asleep, golden light glowing from under the white sheets.

…

In the dream, the gray mist suddenly dissipated, and the last wish of the mixed-blood elf wizard Bithia had already appeared in Meka's mind.

He watched Bithiya's short figure disappear before his eyes, and touched his chin:

"You want me to activate this portrait so that he can become the 'soul in the boarding painting' like previous principals?"

"But this process is quite troublesome..."

Meka thought as golden words appeared in front of him: