Chapter 226 Loss of composure

Meka Anders knocked on the door, and Professor Flitwick’s voice came from the door:

"Which one?"

"Professor, it's me, Meka Anders."

With a creak, the office door opened, the blazing torch on the wall came into view, and the whirring sound burned into my ears.

Next to the torch is a luxurious marble staircase leading directly to the upper floor.

Meka lowered his head. The short Professor Flitwick was wearing a thick snow-white robe, with a tired face, but he still smiled:

"Mr. Anders, do you want to see me for anything?"

Meka looked at his old and tired face and nodded:

"Yes, Professor, I would like to ask you some questions."

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick smiled even brighter and welcomed him in enthusiastically. He jumped on a small stool and then jumped on an office chair to sit down.

He pointed to the chair opposite and said politely: "Please sit down, Mr. Anders."

As soon as Meka sat down, Professor Flitwick looked at him and asked: "I remember that your grades were pretty good. What kind of spell did you fail to understand in class? Or are you confused about something you learned on your own outside of class?"

Meka pondered for a while and said: "I have recently been researching ancient magic spells from half a century ago, which involves the language of fairies. I heard that you were born as a fairy..."

Before he finished speaking, Professor Flitwick said sharply: "Who told you that I was born as a goblin? Who told you? I am not born as a goblin, get out!"

Meka looked at Professor Flitwick's angry red face and was startled.

He suddenly understood why he had always heard people say that Professor Flitwick was a naturally sensitive person, and he suddenly understood why he had such a personality.

This is probably related to Professor Flitwick's mixed blood. On the one hand, he is half goblin, so wizards will naturally look at this little man who is also a wizard with strange eyes. On the other hand, he is still half wizard, so The goblins don't like to see this hybrid with impure blood either.

All in all, it's a disgrace on both sides.

Meka did not feel embarrassed because of Professor Flitwick's anger. He thought about it and said sincerely:

"Sorry, Professor Flitwick, I didn't mean to bring up this unpleasant topic for you, but I still hope that I can learn some fairy language from you."

"No! I said no, you should leave my office now..." Professor Flitwick was trembling angrily, slamming the table with his hands, like an unreasonable child.

Meka watched as his violent movements knocked over the water glass on the table, soaking all the books on the table. The open page of white paper among them became transparent and the ink was messy.

He was silent for a moment, stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, this is all my fault."

As soon as Meka left, the door creaked shut.

Filius Flivi gradually stopped the rough movements in his hands. He looked at the white wall facing the long table and gradually lost consciousness.

He always remembered that on that winter evening when he came back from doing odd jobs in the blacksmith workshop, he heard what his stepfather said to his mother:

"Ulam, send Filius to the wizard's world?"

"Why? That is my child, a child of flesh and blood, and also your child, Gules."

"Ulam, my wife, I don't want to do this either, but as long as he is in the house and there is a goblin bastard in the house, the house tax will be doubled every month.

I have worked very hard, but I still cannot afford the fee. If this continues, not to mention Filius, his two younger brothers will also have to drop out of school..."

"...I understand, Gules."

Although his stepfather's words were unpleasant, he could accept it because he was not his biological father. He could even accept the discrimination he encountered in school because those people had no blood relationship with him.

But his mother's words finally silenced him completely.

She didn't even have a good argument before abandoning herself.

It was also after that day that he left that home, became an orphan, and came to the human world to study.

From that day on, he could no longer hear the words 'goblin origin' because he was a 'bastard' as his mother also admitted.

This knot lasts for half my life.

"I thought I had put this matter down a long time ago..." Flitwick covered his head with both hands and said painfully, "But I still can't do it after living for so long, father..."

The gentle face of his father flashed before his eyes. He once held his young self in his arms and comforted him in a gentle voice:

"Filius, you are better than anyone else. You are my most beloved child and the best child in my eyes..."

But after that day, his father Gabriel died in a fire in his sleep.

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"Professor Flitwick seems to be stuck here." Meka hurriedly walked down the corridor, frowning.

He had never imagined that Professor Flitwick would have such a huge reaction on this topic, making it almost impossible to communicate.

"Then who else knows 'Elven Language'? I don't know if there are related books in the forbidden area... Or should I go and deal with the goblins in Gringotts?"

Meka was frowning, and when he raised his head, he realized that he had walked to the school hospital unknowingly.

At the entrance of the school hospital, Harry and Hermione helped Ron out, all three of them smiling.

"No need to hold me up." Ron waved his hand and said carelessly: "I'm very well now. Madam Pomfrey gave me a bottle of magic potion this morning. It was very painful to drink it, but I felt much better." …”

"By the way, where's Maeka?" he asked, "I was just about to treat him to a licorice stick."

"Sure." Maeka smiled and walked forward, he said, "I've been waiting for this for several days. But didn't Hermione say that you will be discharged from the hospital in a few days?"

Harry explained for Ron, "Madam Pomfrey said that his injury was not serious, and it would be boring to stay in the school hospital. It's better to stay in the dormitory. Just remember to take medicine on time."

"So that's it." Maeka suddenly realized, he looked at Ron again, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, and they are all internal organs. Can you really eat licorice sticks?"

"I asked." Ron snorted twice, proudly said, "Madam Pomfrey said that one licorice stick is okay, I'll give it to you when I get back to the dormitory, I brought a lot."

"By the way." He said to Harry again, "Let's play wizard chess in the dormitory tonight? I miss this thing so much in the school hospital."

Harry was stunned and silent.

Ron was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Hermione: "What's wrong, what's this?"

Hermione looked at Harry and said: "He's not free tonight, he's going out with his cloak to find someone."

Ron was surprised: "Who?"

Hermione said: "Sirius Black, the murderer who made you look like this."

"Sirius Black?" Ron was stunned again, and his mind flashed back to the handsome and elegant black-haired man he saw outside the bathroom that day.

He hesitated and said: "I don't know if I should tell you..."

"What's wrong?" Meka smiled with narrowed eyes, "Just tell me."

Ron scratched his head: "In fact, I was drowsy on the day of the poisoning, and I couldn't tell whether it was true or false - I saw Sirius Black before I fell into a coma, but he didn't hurt me, but picked me up. I think he should have taken me to the school hospital."

Harry was stunned: "He took you to the school hospital?"

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