A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 595 The Secret of Classroom No. [-]
Over the next few days, the "Riddle Wall" tabloid sold out.

The most attractive headline of the first tabloid was - 'How to scare a professor? ’ and another article printed on the back ‘Classroom [-], Treasure We Neglect. '

Just one day later, the article "Students' Support - Classroom No. [-]" became a new hot spot, and Mafalda "successfully" interviewed several memories, and—they coincidentally—were very happy to give their own To make things a bit more troublesome for the original, they recalled preparing for exams when they were in school, and revealed some little secrets.

For example, the Hogwarts students learned for the first time that the two deans of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had an embarrassing scene when they were sorting, and Professor McGonagall made the sorting hat hesitate for five and a half minutes Chung, hesitating between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and finally sorted her into Gryffindor House.

The Sorting Hat also experienced similar problems when it met Professor Flitwick. Although it didn't take that long, it did think twice, and finally made the opposite decision, sorting the young Flitwick to Lavin. Crowe College.

"How wonderful! If the Sorting Hat had twitched, we would have had two Heads swap positions," exclaimed Padma Patil of Ravenclaw.

"The Sorting Hat has no hands," her twin sister, Parvati Patil, who had been sorted into Gryffindor, reminded her.

"Are we getting a new dean?" Luna looked around.

"They were joking," said Ginny.

The professors were taken aback.At first, they turned a blind eye to the actions of the students, allowing them to harass the memory of Classroom No. [-] - anyway, the time is spent on study, but after this incident broke out, the professors became more careful .

They found their own memories one after another, warned them never to reveal their little secrets.

One night, Felix saw Dumbledore sneaking into classroom seven while taking advantage of the curfew from the Marauder's Map.He grinned, put the map away, and played the latest version of wizard cards with Varen. This set of card games was produced by the 'Chocolate Frog Card Battle Club', which was founded by a Ravenclaw student. Professor Flitwick proudly showed them at tea time.

Felix remembered this incident very well.

Since it happened to be April 4th, it didn't take long for the Weasley twins to make a big fuss.

"Hey! (Don't play tricks!)" Warren snorted, holding a handful of cards in his hand.

Felix slapped a card on the table, "Clone! When the card is on the field, all my attacks are doubled."

"Hew!!" Varun stared wide-eyed, looking at the pattern on the card in disbelief.

"How is it impossible?" Felix said plausibly, "You have seen me have this ability." Varen was so angry that he wanted to throw the little snake in his face.

"Ha!"

"Okay," he regretfully retracted the improvised card, "I will definitely suggest that they add this card...it's up to you."

Warren blinked guiltyly, and showed his cards one by one:
Felix stared at 'Xixiu's Cloak', 'Xixiu's Wand', 'Xixiu's Treasure', 'Xixiu's Piggy Bank', and the most important one - 'Xixiu's hole card: Summon the Great Demon King', stunned for a moment.

He pouted, "You are really comfortable being an investor."

……

After dinner, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came to classroom seven. The corridor at the door was extremely lively. The three of them were crowded to the front and saw Angelina talking to Alicia in a low voice .

Harry suddenly discovered to his horror that they were both in the seventh grade, and with Fred and George, next year's team would have four players in one fell swoop!

"Harry!"

Angelina beckoned to him, "Here—" She stretched out a hand and pulled Harry towards him without him even reacting.Then she took out a stack of parchment from her schoolbag, and asked as she searched, "Where's Ron?"

"Here!" Ron squeezed over panting.Hermione followed behind with her schoolbag in her arms.

"Great, you see, this is a new tactic I have researched. Our opponent will be born between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. According to the current ranking, we still have an advantage, but we must not take it lightly—— "

Before Harry could speak, the door of classroom seven opened.

"Let's do this first, you go back and take a good look, it will be used in the next training." Angelina said quickly, and hurried into classroom No. [-] with Alia.

"I'd like to see—" Ron muttered, and Harry, Hermione also squeezed in.

They have been here many times in the fourth grade, leaving a lot of shadows in their hearts, which led to the fact that even though classroom No. [-] was open to students in the fifth grade, they rarely came, but I heard that some students who like to explore take this place as their second place. common room.

"The weather is still so abnormal." Ron muttered, and Harry took it very seriously. Unlike the twilight scene outside, the faint sunlight shone down on their faces, which were warm, and the soft soil under their feet seemed to be glowing.

Below them was a winding path that reminded Harry of Diagon Alley, except without the cobblestones.There are some wooden signs standing on the road, and a branch road extends beside each wooden sign. They can only see part of it, and the deeper part seems to be blocked by fog.

Harry squinted his eyes and tried to look farther away. There seemed to be some small houses hidden in the mist. He guessed that Mr. Scamander's Wonderful Zoo, Professor Sprout's Wild Greenhouse and other buildings should be there.

"Do you think the young Professor McGonagall will be at the end of the road?" Ron said, pointing to the wooden sign closest to them, on which was neatly written 'Metamorphosis'. "It's possible," said Harry, amused, and ran to the other side to look at a crooked wooden sign with Hermione.

"It must have been written by Hagrid himself." Hermione said with certainty.

Looking at the wild writing on the board, Harry grinned as two letters were misspelled.

"Who else could it be?"

At this time, the students who came in before and after them took a fork in the road one after another, and their figures disappeared quickly.

"Let's hold on tight, too, and pick one," Hermione urged.

"How about Transfiguration?" Harry suggested, "I'm not very proficient at cross-species transformation."

"The class where the owl turned into a small telescope?" Ron whispered. "You did a good job. When I looked at the telescope lens, they blinked at me. Seamus said he always felt something staring at me." look at him..."

"That's when you didn't see they were ticklish when you curled up," said Harry darkly.

So they turned back and walked on the 'Metamorphosis' path. Harry became more and more sure that this path was designed by Professor McGonagall's memory. The plants on both sides of the path were obviously well-groomed, and the shrubs were trimmed neatly. It seems to have been measured with a ruler.

Harry thought unhappily of Privet Drive, and he shared the thought with Ron and Hermione - the former laughing, the latter just snorting, and they came to the end of the path.

Harry looked around.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"Before us—" Harry stretched out his arms, looking silly, "some people took this path, but they're not here." As soon as the words were finished, three doors appeared in front of them.

"So I'm waiting here." Ron said, the three of them looked at each other, each picked a door and walked in.

Behind the door is an empty classroom, no one is there.

Harry walked around the house and was a little dumbfounded when he finally came back to find that even the door had disappeared.He cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Is anyone there?" At the same time, he held his wand vigilantly, for fear of calling out a group of fire dragons.

A mirror-like thing suddenly appeared in the air, with golden ripples on the mirror surface, Harry saw a blurry image, it seemed that there was someone on the opposite side!Then a red envelope was thrown out.

"Wait!" Harry yelled, "I see you."

The golden ripples that were about to disappear stopped, and after a few seconds, a hand protruded from inside, followed by an elegant face—it was the young Professor McGonagall, she pursed her lips, revealing half of her body, looking very Thriller. "It's Harry." She said flatly.

The red envelope that had just been thrown over began to smoke, and the painful memory in his bones suddenly flooded his heart. This thing is a roaring letter.Harry tried to move back, but his feet seemed to be rooted, and he didn't move.

"Mc, Professor McGonagall?"

"Oh, you said that," the young Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, "It's Felix's design, it's useless, it's just to scare people." There was a door, she pushed the door and walked in, then waved her hand, and there were two more beautiful chairs in the classroom.

"Let's sit down and listen together. There have been a lot of changes here recently."

So Harry and Professor McGonagall sat in chairs, and the Howler letter—or was it the instruction manual disguised as a Howler letter?Harry couldn't figure it out either, but it opened its mouth and began to describe the function of classroom seven in a vivid way.

"...a good helper for students...a novel experience...ahead of the times..."

Harry listened with gusto, and it took five minutes to realize that it was all nonsense, until towards the end, it finally got to the point.

"This place is based on the will of the students. You can choose the single-player mode, the class mode, or team up with friends. Yes, it's extremely free...you will find that the biggest difference between this place and the classroom," the envelope Opening his mouth wide and approaching, Harry leaned back, he felt that the saliva from the envelope was about to spray on his face, "We won't ask you to do anything."

"In other words - you have to figure out what you want! No one can help you with that."

The envelope started to burn, and Harry was terrified that it would explode, but Professor McGonagall simply waved his hand and let it disappear.

"You understand now?" asked young Professor McGonagall.

"Hmm——" Harry was thinking, looking at the exquisitely dressed Professor McGonagall from the corner of his eye, and calling her 'Ms. McGonagall' in his heart, "This shows that classroom No. [-] is different from the classrooms outside."

He realized that he had just said a standard nonsense.

"We want the two to complement each other—the classroom and Room Seven, the professor and the memory," corrected young Professor McGonagall. "And what else?"

"Well, I can learn anything I want?" Harry guessed, and Ms. McGonagall smiled at him, "Only Transfiguration, yes, you're right."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about Ron and Hermione? They also experienced the baptism of the 'Howler Letter'?" Harry asked, imagining whether Ron could calm down and listen carefully to what it said when he saw an instruction manual similar to the Howler Letter.

"Almost, but they didn't see me." Ms. McGonagall said, "on a whim." She added in a low voice, then waved her hand, and two blurred pictures appeared in the air, Harry's eyes widened, and it was Luo in the picture. Grace and Hermione.

Ron was being chased by a group of round things, while Hermione was lost in thought facing a wall with hundreds of books stuck to it. The book turns the pages obediently...

Harry stared dumbfounded.It's amazing, but why is there such a big difference between the two?

Is this divided according to wisdom?
"They chose different ways of learning," Ms. McGonagall explained. "Ron wanted to learn more in games, so I let a group of vegetable plates chase him, unless he can successfully turn them into mushrooms one by one, otherwise I won't be able to learn." It won't stop."

Harry secretly prayed for Ron.

"As for Hermione—she's more of a thinker, and speaking of which, I think she's a little too Ravenclaw," Ms. McGonagall said.

Harry suddenly thought of the rumors he had heard in the past two days.He boldly asked: "McGonagall—um—ma'am?" The young Professor McGonagall put on a faint smile, and Harry felt relieved, and asked the question in his heart: "Did you really get it when you sorted?" Have you experienced hat embarrassment?"

"Yes."

"Professor Flitwick too?" he asked cautiously.

"Oh, we sometimes—I mean between ontology—do tease each other," Ms. McGonagall said, "I have this part of the memory. But in fact, Felius is not really embarrassed by the hat, just hesitant by the sorting hat." It’s a bit long. Okay, I can’t stay for too long, there are a lot of students these days, and I have to take care of them at all times. Although other people will help, but..."

She muttered something in a low voice, probably meaning 'I don't want to bother others'.

“Occasionally I’ll be there as a class—not a lecture, but a Q&A. It’s kind of a nostalgic feeling,” she says. “One thing you should know: here, anything you want will be answered .”

"Imagination is important." She proved it herself, drawing a random door in the air with her fingers, and then pushed the door away. Harry walked over, and the door was gone.

He stayed in place for a while, and tentatively said, "Can I change the environment here? How about... a forest?"

The surrounding air began to vibrate, and the phantoms of tall trees and shrubs emerged, and after a few seconds, they really appeared in front of them.Harry looked at all this in amazement, almost thinking that he had come to Professor Haip's thinking classroom, and then he tried various environments such as the Black Lake, the Auditorium, the Covered Bridge, the Clock Tower, and even the Shrieking Shack.

After playing happily for a while, Harry realized that Ron was still being chased by the dishes, and he hurriedly asked, "Can I go to Ron? Ron Weasley, with red hair and freckles— —”

A line of small words appeared in the air: My consent is required.After a few seconds, a blurry image appeared in the air. Harry moved closer to get a better look, and then saw Ron running towards him.

Ron swung his wand back sharply, and several dark mushrooms grew on the nearest dish, and when he turned his head, he saw Harry in front of him.He shouted excitedly: "Harry? A line of small words suddenly appeared in front of me just now, I thought it was an illusion—"

"Watch out!" Harry yelled.

"Bang!" Ron passed through the cloud of air, and the two of them slammed into each other hard.

Harry's eyes stared at gold stars, he fell down clutching his nose, and tears streamed down the ground. After a long time, he threw Ron's leg away from his chest and struggled to get up from the ground, his glasses hanging on the left half On the ear, the vision is blurred.He quickly straightened his glasses and found that the dishes were rolling around the two of them.

When Harry stood up straight, the dishes immediately rolled towards him as if they had received a signal. Harry sat back decisively, and dragged Ron back to the ground as he was about to stand up.

As expected, the dish stopped moving.

"Can other magic be used?" Harry and Ron discussed countermeasures.

"No," said Ron, frowning. "I'll show you." He shot a stun spell, which went straight across the dish. "I guess they only respond to Transfiguration."

Harry scratched his head a little, he could already imagine the scene of practicing owl turning into a small telescope.

Maybe try Hermione's method next time?
……

In the depths of classroom seven.

This is the absolute core of classroom No. [-], surrounded by dense magic power circuits and magic nodes, like an underground pipeline, surrounded by layers of protective magic.

In theory, this place cannot be discovered by outsiders, not even the memory.Because at the beginning of construction, Dumbledore used the headmaster's authority - just like the Room of Requirement - to connect the magic supply of classroom [-] with the entire castle.

At this moment, Felix appeared in this 'non-existent' place. There were pots and jars in front of him. Magic that could not be detected by the naked eye acted on these containers. Every once in a while, the mouth of the bottle would flash like stars. .

Felix clapped his hands and stood up.

"Let me think about it, happiness, anger, fear, sadness, curiosity, disgust, guilt, pride, calm, confusion, longing, and love and hate—what else? Forget it, let's break it down later."

As the date of the final battle approaches, everyone is preparing accordingly.

(End of this chapter)