A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 596
Coming out of classroom seven, Hermione kept chattering non-stop.

"I didn't expect that at all! It's much better than I imagined. I thought it was all kinds of actual combat, such as throwing you in the forbidden forest and letting a group of weird animals chase you... I mean, it's not that OK, but I'd much rather have a quiet productive period of thinking—"

"Who said it wasn't?" Ron snapped.

Both he and Harry were drenched in sweat and their hair was askew, as though they'd just been through a tough Quidditch session.

Hermione didn't understand the meaning of the words, and she was still excitedly sharing her feelings: "You can talk directly to the room and let it help you according to your ideas-that's what I do, you know? I always I have a dream that I can read more than a dozen books at the same time. Of course they are all connected, maybe different interpretations of the same magic... I can use them for mutual reference, and it really helped me realize it!"

"The best part is that there's a drink that pops up here every half hour - I found out later - you can choose between tea, hot cocoa and pumpkin juice, all ghost food. Nothing wrong with that though of."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other. They didn't get hot tea, but a group of rotating dishes followed, forcing them to perform Transfiguration.Harry swore he didn't want to touch mushrooms for another week.

"I heard that there is also a classroom mode, which is similar to the classroom situation, where a group of students study together." Harry changed the subject.

"That's right," Hermione tried to recall, "I seem to have seen it too, so I can give it a try."

The next two weeks flew by, and as June approached, fifth and seventh graders devoted all their energy to reviewing, professors stopped assigning homework, and instead reviewed in class what they might learn on exams. topics that arise.The students are dizzy every day, and there is not enough time in class. They can only write down the knowledge points desperately, and then either spend the whole night in the library memorizing materials, or appear in classroom No. [-] to practice spellcasting.

During this time, Hermione also fulfilled her promise, demonstrating to some students the methods of brewing the most difficult potions on the exam.The students onlookers were from all four colleges, but they could basically be classified into two categories: the members of the frontline lookout station and their friends, and a dozen or so students from Slytherin.

The former made great efforts to simplify the potion process, and the latter—well, paid a lot of precious potion materials.

"I didn't see Goyle and Crabbe." After the demonstration was over, Hermione said softly, looking at Draco Malfoy's leaving back.

"It's not just the two of them," Fred leaned forward and said, "Everyone who has relatives with Death Eaters is trying to distance themselves, but those few immediate family members who are Death Eaters are miserable, and they are very unpopular. "

Suddenly, Harry remembered reading in the papers a few weeks ago that Crabbe and Goyle's father had been sentenced to life in prison by the Wizengamot.

"What about Malfoy? Isn't his dad undercover?" Ron asked.

"Him? Not so bad," said Fred casually. "It did get a little cold at first, but there are smart people in Slytherin, and someone soon joined them," he added, "It might be them." Parents are smart enough."

"Of course there were people who were hostile to him, the ones—" said George.

"People whose immediate family members are Death Eaters," Harry said firmly.

"That's right." George winked at him. "There are gains and losses. Fair enough, isn't it?"

Harry was relieved, he was worried that the Slytherins would cause trouble, and he even wanted to ask a professor to come over - not Snape, of course, but Sirius.But Sirius was too busy, he complained privately to Harry, that Dumbledore seemed to know that he would not be teaching for the next school year, so he was able to assign tasks vigorously.

In order to motivate the students, Sirius also made a bet with them: if anyone can get 'excellent' in the wizarding level examination, he will give these students his experience in learning Animagus as a gift.

"Think about it, although Professor McGonagall also understands this knowledge, she will not pass it on easily. As far as I know, this is the treatment only for the best in the Transformation Club." He said carelessly, "Do you want it?" ? Then come back with an 'excellent'."

"Professor Black, will you continue teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts next year?" a student asked expectantly.

Sirius shook his head, "Only this year." Seeing the disappointed expression on the students' faces, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I keep what I say, and the knowledge is in the hands of Professor Haipu..."

'Professor Haipu' didn't know about this until the third day. He basically stayed in the depths of No. [-] classroom during this period, and specially made a temporary office for this purpose—the Thinking Cabin and No. [-] classroom. It's a perfect match, and coupled with the endless emotions aroused by the students because of the exam, his research progress is extremely fast.

"When did you give me information on Animagus?"

One day at the dinner table, Felix blocked Sirius and asked in a bad tone.He belatedly discovered that the news about 'Professor Blake's knowledge of Professor Haipu' had spread throughout the school.

"Am I wrong?" Sirius said disdainfully: "The Black family's collection of books has been stuffed into your stomach. Animagus is just an inconspicuous one, oh——no wonder you don't remember."

Felix shut up obediently.

……

After the lights were turned off, Harry sat on the window sill of his dormitory and looked at the stars outside the window. He suddenly realized that he had won the Quidditch Cup two days ago. They—except for Katie Bell, who didn't have to take the exam, the other six just showed up at the gala party and turned around to deal with Fred's "stalking goblins".

After entering June, the shadow of the exam is getting closer and closer.

More than one student has suffered from exam syndrome. They have more or less strange problems. For example, Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff likes to inquire about other people's revision time. It will be a big sigh of relief, otherwise it will be tense.

Hermione didn't give up much, and she was particularly outstanding in two aspects.She single-handedly thwarted the thriving black market transactions of little wizards, whether it was the poorly packaged and inferior Buffy brain-boosting potion, or the dried feces of foxes disguised as dragon claw powder, or all kinds of substandard products from students. The euphoria potion, the dream potion... were all confiscated and poured down the toilet;

Another point is that she has developed a habit of looking at people with empty eyes, which usually happens when she, Harry and Ron are on the way to class, or when they are eating.At the same time, it was accompanied by symptoms such as chanting words in the mouth and constantly poking the air with fingers.

"You're not Luna in disguise, are you?" Harry looked at Hermione suspiciously.

"What? Of course not!" Hermione said impatiently, "I'm just reading in my head."

In the last class before the exam, Felix explained the precautions to the students.

"The ancient runes exam is scheduled for Friday, with a written exam in the morning and a practice exam in the afternoon." Felix said, "I personally participated in the formulation of the practical exam questions, and all the questions are within the scope of review, so you can rest your mind on it. "

"In addition, I think you should know that cheating is prohibited in the exam."

The faces of the students under the podium were tense, and Felix wasn't sure what they really thought unless he used Legilimency.

"The examiners are experienced, and they can easily see through all cheating methods. It may be a bit abstract to say so, for example - the chief examiner, Professor Geselda Marchban, she presided over Principal Dumbledore's NEWTs exam when she was young, It means a test that means a lot to you, and she has proctored it almost a hundred times."

Harry inhaled lightly, he had never thought about it from this angle.He looked around, and the other people had almost the same expression. Professor Haipu used an example that couldn't be more real to tell them how difficult it is to cheat.

"...things like auto-answer quills, memory balls, detachable entrapment cuffs and self-correcting ink, all kinds of potions...these are all banned. I spent two days at the Wizarding Examinations Authority. Please believe me. Cheating magic is their ordinary daily life, I saw all kinds of weird gadgets in those two days, it was amazing..."

"My personal suggestion is to ask Madam Pomfrey for some dream potion, get enough sleep, and chew two mint leaves to refresh yourself before entering the examination room. Yes, mint leaves are allowed."

……

While eating breakfast on Sunday, Seamo stumbled into the auditorium and shouted, "The examiner is here!" comfort her.

Harry looked at the suddenly hysterical girl with one eye, and the other eye at the door of the auditorium, trying to catch the figures of the examiners, and almost sent food up his nose.Just as he bowed his head and coughed, he heard the sound of inhaling from the left and right sides. He raised his head suddenly and saw Dumbledore passing by the door with an old woman on his arm.

"It's Professor March!" Hermione's tone seemed abnormal.

"I heard that she and Neville's grandmother are good friends, do you think we can—" Ron said hopefully, and then he saw the stiff expression on Neville's face, and sighed, "Oh, it doesn't seem possible .”

the other side--

"Dumbledore?" said Professor Marchban loudly to the side, and behind her and Dumbledore were the silent Professor McGonagall and Snape, "Dorothea told me you haven't been checked—" —”

"There is an excellent nurse at the school," said Dumbledore calmly, "and she can take care of my headaches with ease."

On the last night before the exam, Harry tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

He felt that his thoughts were particularly active tonight. He thought of Sirius' encouragement to him during the day, the taste of holding the Quidditch trophy that he had never tasted carefully, and he even thought of Voldemort. He was in a dream, and it seemed that Professor Happe and Headmaster Dumbledore were right in their guesses—Voldemort had used Occlumency on him.

That's why his scar never hurt.

Harry got up from the bed, groped in the dark, and finally managed to find a small bottle of dream potion in the Christmas stocking that Dobby had given him. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

"Give me a drink too, Harry," said Ron abruptly.

Harry handed the open glass bottle to Ron, their hands bumped in the air, and the bottle was transferred smoothly.Then there was the sound of a swallow, and Ron smacked his lips contentedly.At this time, another voice came from beside him——

"Any more?" Neville asked quietly.He didn't fall asleep either.

"There are quite a few." Ron said, and just as he finished speaking, Seamus and Dean's voices came from different parts of the dormitory, "Great! Please share with me—" "Um...thank you?"

The bottle spun around and was empty when it came back to Harry.

Drowsiness hit, Harry put the bottle on the bedside table indiscriminately, took off his glasses and lay down on the pillow, "Should we set an alarm clock?" He asked vaguely.

"what?"

"I said - ha - ah -" Harry yawned profusely and fell asleep.

……

At the same time, Bellatrix woke up from the coffin, and she sat up dazedly, her hands still clutching the golden cup tightly.

Voldemort was very pleased with her attitude.

Bellatrix bowed her head respectfully, the inexplicable enthusiasm appeared on her face again.

"Crack, click."

Bellatrix shook her jerky neck. She seemed to have been in a deep sleep for a long time. When she crawled out of the coffin, she couldn't control her hands and feet. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, Voldemort flicked her fingers lazily, and she was immediately caught. An invisible force straightened.

"Thank you, master. I, I—" Bellatrix stared at her hands, which seemed to have lost the appearance of normal skin, becoming wrinkled and pale, as if covered with something A kind of fine scales, her eyes widened, and she touched her face in a panic.

Then came another piercing scream.

"Don't worry, my dear Bella, this is only temporary." Voldemort looked at his 'work' with satisfaction, "Your body has undergone some minor changes in sleep, and it will take time to recover." He held Bella Trix's hand.

With the help of Voldemort, Bellatrix staggered out of the coffin. Surrounded by the gloomy cemetery, dilapidated, the grass made a rustling sound, and the wind seemed to blow into her skin. She shivered.

A few minutes later, Bellatrix moved a little behind Voldemort.

"During the time you're asleep, a huge change has taken place outside."

"The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, under the accusation of two traitors, smashed my loyal believers to pieces... Bella, you are one of the few people who remain loyal to me."

"Lord, master!" Bellatrix said gratefully, "Thank you for your generosity, for not caring about my sister and brother-in-law—" Voldemort's eyes cast two dangerous red lights, she shut her mouth suddenly, and the air into dead silence.

After a while—

"Don't care?" Voldemort asked softly, Bellatrix bowed her head, Voldemort walked up and down in front of her, "What makes you think I will forgive others' betrayal? Lucius...Selwyn... Maybe there are others, the intelligence of the Ministry of Magic is closed to me, and I am now like a blind man who can only learn about the trial from the newspapers."

"I don't know when, my name doesn't seem to be as useful as before. Do you know what is being discussed in the newspapers?" Voldemort asked, and before Bellatrix could answer, he said to himself: "Den Bullido, Hep, Potter, even that woman... Amelia Bones."

The cold wind is bleak.

"They are discussing the Dark Lord's nemesis, more than one!" Voldemort raised the volume, Bellatrix's body shook, as if she had been whipped in the face, she fell to her knees on the ground, Voldemort responded Turning a blind eye, the corner of his mouth twisted into an evil expression, "In the eyes of these people, I seem to be just a clown."

"Master, you are the Supreme Dark Lord." Bellatrix sobbed, as if sad that this honor had been diminished, "Things are not so bad—"

Voldemort sneered twice.

"Of course things are not that bad." He said indifferently: "But it's also at a critical moment, the duel between me and old man Dumbledore is coming, and what I'm most worried about is that Felix Heap will disrupt the situation—"

"Is this a trap?" Bellatrix asked breathlessly.

"No, Dumbledore dare not lie to me, he can't afford the price." Voldemort said in a cold tone, and Bellatrix fully understood the blood and cruelty in these words.

"The location of our duel is a secret, and I will also set up warning magic around..."

"I'm worried about something else—that he'll come after you."

"Me?" Bellatrix said, both surprised and excited.

Voldemort stared at her pale face, which made Bellatrix nervous, and she became more cautious and respectful.

"Bella," Voldemort said softly, "you have always been loyal to me, and now is the time for me to repay you." He took Bellatrix's hand, gently hooked his long, pale fingers, and pulled her away. Picking up the golden cup in his hand, he looked at it carefully for a moment.

"I will share with you the secret of my immortality."

(End of this chapter)