A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 471 May
After the Easter holiday, the weather became clearer day by day. Looking at the Forbidden Forest from the top of the castle, there was a large expanse of very comfortable green. The Black Lake also came back to life. On weekends, students gathered in the grass and green areas by the lake. Under the willow, enjoying the warm sunshine.

Of course, this kind of leisure only belongs to students who have completed their homework.

"I've had enough! We're only in the fourth grade, why do we have to do so much homework?" Seamus complained loudly, "Professor McGonagall can't make a mistake, can he?"

"No," Dean said pessimistically. "She also said in a class that we should move the career counseling in the fifth grade to the fourth grade, so that we will be more motivated to study."

"Oh..." Seamus let out a strange cry, "Please spare me." He said dissatisfiedly, "We still have three full years before graduation."

"A-Actually, the professor is also doing it for our own good," Neville said after swallowing, "Don't forget that next year the school will implement grade assessments for the fifth and seventh grades. The fifth grade must master Apparition, and the seventh grade must master Disapparation -"

"What if you can't pass?" Seamus asked anxiously.

"Of course it's the Christmas holiday, the Easter holiday, and the last period after the exam every year." Dean counted with his fingers, Seamus' expression changed immediately, but Dean continued to add: "Also, professors We’re still discussing putting the Disarming Curse and Iron Armor Curse in other grades, but it’s not confirmed yet.”

Seamus breathed a sigh of relief, he had mastered these two spells.He thought for a while and asked, "Harry hasn't formed a self-study duel group for a long time?"

"Yeah," Dean said, "it can't be helped, they're working on a third project. To be honest, they're so far behind us that even Ron has Apparated."

……

The sun was shining brightly by the Black Lake, and the microwave was sparkling, but it was a different scene in classroom No. [-].

The sound of sharp blades sliding through the bushes sounded in the deep forbidden forest. Ron walked forward cautiously, tripping over twisted roots on the ground from time to time.The touch of the leaves under his feet was so real that he had long forgotten that it was all an illusion, and his nerves were extremely tense.

A rustling sound appeared behind him—Ron turned his head sharply, "There are many obstacles!" he shouted, and the spell fixed the acromantula that suddenly appeared in place, and Ron turned and ran away.

"You should use the expulsion spell." Felix's memory floated in the air and said. At this time, Ron was hiding behind a big tree, carefully observing the surroundings, and was taken aback.

"I know," muttered Ron, "you might as well tell me where Harry and Hermione are."

"Oh, you said that, they're in the other direction." Felix's memory pointed him in one direction.

Ron showed a suspicious expression, "You don't want to cheat me, do you?"

"I'm a professor." Memory said with a sneer while hugging his shoulders.

"It's just a memory," Ron muttered under his breath, "Okay, trust you again."

10 minute later.

"Ahhhh-"

Ron stumbled out of the mist, followed by a group of acromantulas the size of a carriage. He kept throwing the spider-repelling spell behind him, shouting angrily as he ran, "You lied to me again!"

"I don't, look at the front." The memory said with a smile.

Ron raised his head in the midst of his busy schedule, saw the hazy light in front of him, hope rose in his heart, the "click click" sound behind him was not so scary anymore, and a force surged from his body, supporting him to run At the last stretch of the way, he finally saw Harry—

Harry was leaning his back against a big tree, stepping on raised black stones, chanting spells in all directions.White flames—that was the Bright Fire Charm—formed a circle of fire around Harry, helping him fend off the approaching giant spider.

"That's right." Ron patted his head, and the next second the Light Rune and the Fire Curse combined to form a long flame, and he ran behind the flame, shouting: "Harry, I Here—" Harry looked up, raised his wand in his direction, and the Spider-Repelling Charm sent the acromantula flying behind Ron.

Ron scrambled up the black stone.

"You've found a good place," said Ron, who calmed down and began to use the expulsion spell to help Harry find out what was missing.

"The good place is up there," Harry said sullenly.

"Hi, Ron." Hermione's voice came over their heads. Ron looked up and saw Hermione sitting sideways on the branch of the big tree with their backs, smiling very slyly.It dawned on him - the white flame was controlled by Hermione.

"Why did you run up a tree, that's not good for escaping," said Ron.

"Oh, I'm doing pretty well with my banishing spell, so trying out a new one -" said Hermione.She stood on a high place, put her hand on her forehead and looked into the distance, "I seem to see Collins and the others, they are dealing with a big guy. Let's hurry up!"

She dispelled the fire magic, and the tip of the wand deftly released streaks of red light. Harry and Ron also used the stun spell, and soon, the big spiders piled up on the ground.

Hermione landed smoothly with a shock absorbing charm.Then they headed in the direction Hermione just pointed out, encountering all kinds of magical animals along the way, "Wow!" After freezing a piece of Cornish elves with a freezing spell, Ron said in amazement, "I'm getting more and more I like it more here."

Harry grinned, it was true, if he just practiced spells boringly, he would definitely not be able to bear it.The time when he made the most progress, except for Professor Haipu's high-pressure special training and Sirius' duel game, was in classroom No. [-].

They walked all the way, and saw a poison horn beast walking leisurely on the way. This large rhinoceros-like beast has thick gray skin that can defend against conventional spells, and their horns are not only sharp, but also inject a kind of explosive Liquid, the three immediately hid behind the stone.

"Oh, go away," Ron whispered, staring at the little man next to the big poisonhorn - it should be a cub, far more lively than the adult poisonhorn, kicking and hitting a sales desk.

After waiting for a few minutes, the poison horned mother finally took the little poison horned beast away. They came out from behind the stone and each picked a refreshing drink at the unmanned vending counter.

"I love this design," said Ron, grabbing two extra bottles of Butterbeer and stuffing them into his pockets.

"It's fake," Hermione reminded him. "It's just a memory that disappears when you go out. And it was originally intended to supply the ghosts in the school, so that the kitchen doesn't have to stock up on rotten food."

"I know," Ron shrugged, "but you can't ask for more in Room Seven. I mean, although Professor Flitwick's memory will serve up uniquely flavored marshmallows after the duel, but— —well, you'll think yourself a fool every time you come out of there."

"It's a baboon who can only wield a stick." Hermione pursed her lips and said with a smile.

They used the directional spell to confirm their location, and after a while, they successfully found Cedric's team.

"Need help?" Harry called from a distance.

"That would be great," said a voice at their feet, startling them.Harry stared at something grey-green in front of him - Roger Davies on the ground. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Obviously, I was poisoned to death by the manticore's tail hook." Roger Davis said lying on the ground, surrounded by a gray-green mist.

Harry and the others looked at each other.Immediately rushed over to help, Cedric and Collins were very embarrassed, the manticore's skin can almost repel all known spells, Cedric kept using the transformation technique to create chains, trying to wrap around its legs , and at the same time, be careful to avoid the tail hook that cuts through the air.

Collins threw out a cloud of black mist, and at the same time cooperated with the eye sickness spell and the smooth slide, trying to restrain this extremely dangerous beast.

Harry unleashed a powerful disarming spell that hit the manticore with a blinding red light. He didn't know if it would work, but he liked the spell and had been trying to incorporate runes into it lately, but hadn't been able to.The manticore took two steps back, then flicked its tail hook, and Harry's spell was reflected back, brushing against Cedric's hair.

"It's a good way to say hello." Cedric said, Harry grinned, and used runes to create a water spell, and the water flowed on the Manticore like shells, "It's useless—" Cedric just said Halfway through, Hermione had already used the Freezing Charm in conjunction, and the manticore's body froze quickly.

"Are you okay?" Ron just ran over, supporting the crumbling Collins. Collins shook his head, and just about to say something, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

"careful!"

A gleaming tail hook pierced Ron's chest. Ron blinked incredulously. He didn't feel any pain, but the tail hook did penetrate his chest. Harry and Hermione yelled, watching Ron slowly fall slowly...

Two minutes later, Ron sat on the ground, with a gray-green mist constantly emitting from his chest—similar to Roger's appearance before, and he said to Collins who was also hooked with bitterness: "Thank you for coming to accompany me."

Collins rolled his eyes at him, but she didn't refuse the butterbeer that Ron handed over, and they looked at Cedric, Harry, and Hermione who were still fighting in the distance.

Hermione used ancient magic, and the golden flame turned into a flame phoenix, which flew down and pecked at the manticore with its long sharp beak. flinging.But with the cooperation of the three of them—Harry cast a brilliant Mire Charm—the manticore's range of motion was significantly reduced.

The situation was tilted toward victory, and Roger Davis from a distance also crawled over to watch the excitement up close, ready to cheer at the victory, until another manticore came out from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and it Next to him was a small manticore.

What happened next was horrible.First, Harry was trampled to death by the rampant Manticore mother, and then Hermione. Just 1 minute later, the six of them sat on the ground under the gray-green mist, watching the mighty Manticore family walking proudly. up.

"It's not our fault," Ron said reassuringly. "It's not a creature we can deal with. It's rated 5x by the Ministry of Magic, and it's far more dangerous than acromantula. It's a group of spiders."

"Hopefully the judges at the Ministry think so," said Roger Davies. "But, uh, I heard that there is such a thing in the Forbidden Forest, deep in the Forbidden Forest..."

"That's right," said Hermione, "Hagrid bred snails out of manticores."

Cedric and Roger Davis don't look very good.

"Don't worry, I don't think the Ministry of Magic will let us face an uncontrolled manticore," Hermione said firmly, "it's too dangerous, the books say it only needs to sting you lightly." , can kill you without even having time to react. The Ministry of Magic will certainly learn from previous competitions, such as the one in 1792..."

"Has she always been like this?" Collins asked Ron in a low voice.

"Oh, uh." Ron shrugged and said stiffly, "Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?"

Nobody but Hermione felt that way, even though she was talking about historically true events.They rested for a while, and after the fog on their bodies dissipated, they separated.Cedric intends to ask Professor McGonagall's memory about transfiguration, and Collins prefers to discuss the coordination of spells with Professor Flitwick's memory.

Harry and the others stayed in classroom seven until evening, until a group of ghosts passed by them.

"Hello, Nick." Harry greeted Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor. "Is it time for dinner?"

The ghost stopped. "Yeah, you better hurry up, or there will be no food." He looked at the tail of the ghost team and said to himself, "I have to hurry up too."

"Let's get out quickly." Ron said immediately, and he walked forward immediately.At that moment, Nearly Headless Nick pulled him—through his arm, to be precise—and Ron stiffened suddenly.

"Oh, sorry, we'd better hide and wait for her to go..." Nearly Headless Nick said.

"Wait for who—" Ron wanted to ask again, but Harry and Hermione held him from left to right, hiding in the mist.Two seconds later, a squat ghost passed in front of them, wearing thick, pearl-colored glasses, which Harry guessed were used to hide the pimples on her face- While she was still alive.

"It's Myrtle!"

"Shh-" Nearly Headless Nick said nervously, sticking his transparent finger to his mouth.From Harry's point of view, both Nick in front of him and Myrtle in the distance look sneaky.

Myrtle was a poor ghost, and Harry felt sorry for her even though his brief encounters were not pleasant.

It was Voldemort again...he thought, staring at Myrtle's receding back. This was Voldemort's first murder, but through the eyes of the basilisk.

Harry's expression became heavy. Throughout May, he tried not to think about Voldemort's life or death, and devoted himself to preparing for the third project. But when he was alone in a daze, he couldn't help recalling the information about Voldemort. .He accidentally saw Hermione's notes, which mentioned Voldemort's childhood - he didn't know where Hermione knew about it, and he didn't want to ask, maybe it was Professor Haip.

If Hermione knew that he was interested in these things, she would definitely persuade herself not to think so much.

But Harry can't forget the records in his notes: he showed outstanding magical talent before entering school; he was feared by his peers; Hogwarts reading.

Why didn't Dumbledore see through Voldemort's disguise?Harry thought angrily, let him stay in the orphanage, maybe there will be nothing later.Wu's Orphanage, is that the name?Harry tried to remember, thanks to Uncle Vernon's more than one threat to send him to an orphanage, he was familiar with the name of the orphanage in Surrey.

But when he thought about it, Voldemort probably didn't live in Surrey, and he couldn't help feeling discouraged.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he had fallen into a hole in the ice—it was Nick who stretched out his hand to pull him again in desperation. He quickly backed away from the outstretched arm of the ghost, "What's wrong?"

"You were almost discovered." Nearly Headless Nick said apologetically. They hid in the thick fog and listened to his explanation: "Listen to me, the appearance of Classroom [-] is the gospel of all ghosts, and we can taste it again." When it comes to the taste of the food, although it is incomparable with when you were alive, after all, the taste is limited...but...it is already very good..."

"What does this have to do with Myrtle?" Ron asked puzzled, and he quickly poked his head out of the thick fog. "She's gone."

"You know, being a ghost, she doesn't do much with group activities... She's too reserved and obsessed with her own death..." Nearly Headless Nick said, "We had a meeting, and the fat friar suggested that in Avoid her when you come to classroom [-], lest she be too depressed to come."

"You are so considerate." Ron said with an unclear attitude.

"Thanks," Nearly Headless Nick said cheerfully, waving them goodbye.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out, discussing the matter as they went.

"They're right, I mean, room seven belongs to Hogwarts, and all ghosts have that power, don't they?" Hermione asked.

"We've just had some disagreements about Myrtle's personality," said Ron. "Introverted? She's very courageous in some ways..." He looked at Harry, who understood him immediately.

It is said that one of Myrtle's hobbies is sneaking into the prefect's bathroom to peek at the prefect's bath. Ron once asked Cedric and Roger Davies about this question with great interest. Well, it is true .

They walked out of Room [-] and came to the auditorium. Fortunately, they caught up with the last meal time. Roger Davis waved to them across the Hufflepuff table, and Ron suddenly laughed out loud, "Ouch!" —when I think of Myrtle peeping—" Harry grinned too, feeling much better.

Hermione looked at them in confusion.At this time, a group of owl messengers flew in, and the brown owl landed in front of Hermione with the "Sunday Prophet". Hermione opened the newspaper and browsed quickly.

"Any news?" Harry asked.

"Oh, let me see..." Hermione said with her head lowered, "I actually want to see news about the 'future world', but given the bad news before, no news is the best...There is! Li Tar Skeeter's new book is out, it's a biography of Regulus," she said, looking up at Harry, "I should buy a copy and see what it says."

"Since when did you pay so much attention to her?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Oh, how should I put it?" Hermione smiled brightly, "I found that she did some research, and there is about one-tenth of the truth?" She said uncertainly, "All you need to do is put the useful pick out the stuff."

Harry had to admit that there was some truth to this, because the company 'Future World' was suddenly reviewed by the Ministry of Magic in the name of "misuse of Muggle items" and "illegal modification of Muggle items", as well as "inclination to expose the wizarding world" .

They were so anxious at the time that they kept writing to Ron's father, Percy, Remus and Sirius asking about the situation, but within a few days the matter disappeared. Instead, it was revealed that Fudge had accepted a large amount of bribes, and Several pure-blood families are involved.

During that time, news about Fudge's clarification of "false news" and news about new evidence being exposed could often be seen in the same newspaper. After that, there was less and less news about the "Future World" company.

None of this would be possible without a name, Rita Skeeter.

(End of this chapter)