A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 567 Harry's Test

Harry showed a puzzled expression, and he handed the letter to Hermione and Ron, who were roaring aside, and they couldn't wait to read it.

"Ms. Jian, judging from your writing skills alone, you are really not suitable for writing a book. It is a bit too straightforward... This is a joke. I suggest you start writing from the perspective of an orphaned girl and uncover the past layer by layer... As for how Put them in a string, you might as well find a theme that runs through the whole story——

Why does the mayor protect civilians?
Why is the boy willing to be an undercover agent?

How did the girl's orphan survive?
As an aside, some information is only known to the person concerned and the closest people, but in the eyes of bystanders, it seems incomprehensible.For example, I have a Niffler named Warren.Only I know how many hours it sleeps a day, and only I know that it has been addicted to games recently... Don’t be surprised if it stops being extravagant one day, maybe I banned its pocket money.

After reading your story, I am still convinced of this.

Finally, a different name was suggested for the owl, who didn't seem very happy when I called her 'Zhu Weiqiong'. "

Hermione looked thoughtful after reading the letter: "Is it really that bad?"

Ron snorted and laughed, "I just said that Hedwig shouldn't bear the name of piglet (Ron's owl), that's too silly." Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"You also agreed at the time." She looked at Harry asking for advice.

Harry didn't catch her gaze. He lowered his head and wondered, "The theme running through the whole story... what could it be? Guilt? Not quite right, Voldemort has no guilt."

"It's pretty obvious, man," said Ron.Harry stared at him, and Ron turned away and whistled.

On the weekend, Harry ran into Snape at the library door again, and Snape came out with two thick books in his arms.

Harry felt relieved.This meant that Snape hadn't locked on the keyword of Horcrux. It was normal after thinking about it carefully. Hermione searched the restricted area back then, but couldn't find any reference materials. She still knew the name of Horcrux!

The only book that mentions the word Horcrux is The Most Poisonous Magic, but the author of that book only half-talks, as if on purpose.

How disappointed Harry was at the beginning, how happy he is now.

"Potter! What are you doing?" Snape said coldly, striding over.From this angle, Harry could see that the cover of the book he was holding was the distorted face of a wizard who seemed to be suffering inhuman torture, with his mouth open enough to stuff half a coconut.

"I'm in the library looking for a book to read," said Harry.

He looked away from the book cover and stared at Snape's face.It was a completely spontaneous reaction, and Snape had displayed intense, unwarranted hatred from the moment they first met.Harry also hated Snape, from his slow, drawn-out way of speaking, to his cold, stone-like eyes, to his greasy hair and huge hooked nose.

None of these factors made Harry like it, let alone put it together.Even counting that, Harry didn't think Snape was a good teacher - he was notoriously eccentric, and even Sirius restrained himself from trying to be fair, but Snape took points off Buckle recklessly...

"I don't see it, you seem to be waiting for someone specifically?" Snape said maliciously, staring at Harry's bulging pockets, "I guess there are contraband in your pockets, hand them over. Fee Wilkey would be interested."

Harry obediently took out the thing. It was a liquid-like silver-gray substance, which fell from the palm of his hand to the ground and piled up in a pile, shining brightly.

Snape took a breath.

"This is my invisibility cloak, a relic left to me by my parents. It has saved me several times, from Voldemort." Harry stared into his eyes and said, "Professor Snape, it is contraband ?"

Snape didn't speak for a long time.

The two seemed to be engaged in a silent contest, at least Harry thought so.He had been prepared for this, and if Snape wanted to confiscate it - which was what he wanted - he would be able to get it back, because the Invisibility Cloak was a birthday present from Headmaster Dumbledore.

Snape took his eyes off the cloak, stared into Harry's eyes, and said coldly after a while, "Put it away!"

Harry bent down slowly to pick up the Invisibility Cloak from the ground, and at this point he didn't know what to do, his plan didn't tell him what to do next.While hesitating, he felt his eyes go dark, a gust of wind blew by, and the hem of his black robe brushed against his hair. Harry raised his head, only to see a figure leaving in a hurry.

Harry stared at Snape's back, a strange emotion fermented in his heart.In the evening, he pushed open the door of the lounge, and Ron and Hermione surrounded him eagerly, "Where have you been, Harry?" "Yeah, we've searched everywhere."

"I went to the Covered Bridge," Harry muttered.

"The covered bridge?" Ron looked at him inexplicably, "what are you doing there, it's so cold outside—"

"Think about something," said Harry vaguely, and he went back to the dorm, undressed, and lay down on the four-poster bed.He didn't sleep well that night, so he went to class in a daze the next day with dark circles under his eyes.

"Tell me what color it is, Potter?", in Potions class, Snape's eyes gleamed maliciously as he spooned out the potion in Harry's cauldron and let it flow back. All students can see clearly.

"Green," said Harry stiffly.

"What color should it be?" Snape asked again in his inscrutable voice.

"Pink," Harry replied.

"Pink, so you can tell the difference." Snape repeated, and there was a burst of laughter from around. "Then you should know that what you've been brewing is just a pot of waste water... you'll get zero points, Potter." With a flick of his wand, the liquid in the cauldron was swept away.

Harry sat down expressionless, shaking with rage.He didn't do well enough, but Goyle's potion was a mess, and Crabbe's cauldron was emitting a stench and black smoke, but Snape gave him zero points.It didn't take a second thought to know that Snape was targeting him.

He stared at Snape's back as he returned to the podium, this time Harry didn't have any random thoughts on his mind, he just wanted to jinx him.The Bat Curse had a different kind of temptation for him at this time, and he had already imagined the scene of a group of bats flying out of Snape's huge hooked nose in his mind.

"Don't be impulsive, Harry." Hermione urged him to calm down.Ron didn't have time to talk, his cauldron was steaming, spitting out yellow bubbles.

……

Felix had been wondering how Voldemort's Ministry of Magic counterparts would turn up at the school until late January, when he heard Sirius complain.

"Looking for trouble," Sirius muttered in a low voice, it was breakfast time, and he was dealing with a tough-looking steak, the knife and fork hitting the plate made a teeth-stinging sound. "I don't know why the Ministry of Magic sent a team into the school at this juncture to check the effects of apparation and follower manifestation... Can you believe me?"

"It's not too bad, Professor Flitwick praised you." Felix said casually while flipping through the "Daily Prophet".

"It's—his—habit—" Sirius was still wrestling with his steak, shattering the plate from too much force.He pointed with his wand angrily, and the plate immediately returned to its original state. He pointed again, and the steak fell apart.

"No, I have to ask Amelia what the hell she's up to!"

Felix didn't mean to meddle. He closed the newspaper and drank the last bit of milk.

"What are you busy with recently?"

"Build a house."

"Um, sorry?"

"It's really building a house," Sirius said vaguely as he gobbled up the beef, "Building various terrains, you know you can't do this in a castle, and I don't think Room [-] is realistic enough...I want to take the students to the screaming booth The house is in danger, so it is convenient to set up some traps."

"You're still on probation," Felix reminded him.

"Thank you."

The two went to class separately, and the atmosphere in the seventh-grade ancient magic text class was very relaxed.Although it is the last year, with various novel teaching techniques, the progress of the students has been very fast. This is the last subject they have to worry about.

Felix brought the students to classroom No. [-], and two ghosts floated past them, chatting as they walked, "Today's dessert is good."

Students are used to this.

They passed through a wave-like barrier one by one. Felix stopped at the door and waited until the last student jumped in. After a few seconds, a figure exactly like him condensed in the air.

Felix's memory looked at his body up and down, and grinned: "Are you going to do something bad?"

(End of this chapter)