A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 599 The real dream

Hermione grunted in response to Ron's self-deception, noncommittal, and they returned to the common room for a brief break before turning back to the Great Hall for lunch.

During the lunch hour, four college tables reappeared.

Hermione asked at the dinner table: "By the way, you were almost late this morning, what's going on?"

"You said that," Harry wolfed down his mashed potatoes, stuffing his mouth full, "overslept."

"Everyone overslept?" Hermione looked surprised. Are these boys in such a good mood? There are many people in the girls' dormitory who suffer from insomnia all night.

"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, and moved the pumpkin soup near him, and Ron waved the sausage in response.

Although forgetting to set the alarm clock is really not a smart thing to do, but since it was a temporary idea, the five people in the dormitory decided to forget about it, at least they got enough sleep, and they were full of energy when they woke up the next day, haha Leigh thought that was enough, didn't he?

The fact that Neville's screams woke the others up for the first time was proof.

Professor Haipu didn't show up for the spell practice exam in the afternoon.

"He's teaching fourth years," fifth-year Ravenclaw student Terry Boot told Harry and the others. "I saw it when I was passing by."

Students preparing for exams in the foyer are making their final struggles.

Ernie MacMillan and his friend Justin Finlayry test each other's knowledge of common spells, and while they say the spells, they perform spell casting movements quickly, which looks like some kind of funny dance; Parvati Patil and her twin sister stood on either side of Lavender Brown, staring and muttering. Lavender looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, his face was pale, and his hands were clenched Holding an amulet.

Every time Professor Flitwick came out to call away a small group of people in alphabetical order, the students in the hall looked up in panic, as if Flitwick was taking them to some place of horror and danger.

Harry's exam order was sandwiched between Hermione and Ron. When his name was called, he walked straight in behind Sister Patil, but was stopped by the short Professor Flitwick at the door. "Professor Tofty is free, Potter," gasped Flitwick, who was almost brought down.

Harry said a quick apology, and trotted in.

The layout in the auditorium was different from that in the morning. There were seven or eight tables in the center, and an examiner was sitting behind each table.Harry knew Professor Tofty, whom he had just met this morning, so he walked up to the wizard with the least hair, and Professor Tofty's wide glasses lifted from the roll to study Harry carefully.

"Is it Potter? The famous Potter? Now, I want you to let this egg cup perform some sideways flips for me..."

Outside the auditorium, Ron and Dean gathered together and whispered.

The alphabetical order of their names is quite late, almost the last batch. As the number of people continues to decrease, neither of them is in the mood to look through the notes.

"I don't know what will be tested? The people who got in never showed up again. It's really strict."

"It's probably some basic spells, such as levitation spells, summoning spells, making teacups grow legs, etc."

Dean glanced quickly left and right to make sure that no one had noticed them, and then said to Ron in a low voice, "I heard... if you do well, you can get extra points."

Ron lifted his spirits, "Tell me carefully!"

"I don't know too much," Dean said uncertainly, "I heard from others... If you have mastered some particularly advanced magic, you can show it, and the examiner will give you extra points as appropriate."

Ron sighed and said pessimistically, "That's the right of good students."

"That's right." Dean also agreed with this point of view. He looked at Ron sympathetically: "It must be a lot of pressure to hang out with Harry and Hermione?"

"Yeah... wait, what do you mean?" Ron blushed.

"Oh, uh," Dean, who realized what he said wrongly, raised his hand and said in a low voice, "Actually, you are better than most people, but you can't show it when you are with Hermione and Harry...they One is No. [-] in each subject, and the other cannot find an opponent in practical classes."

Ron turned pale, and muttered, "Actually, I'm not that good...cough!" Even though he said that, his eyes were shining with excitement, and he looked at Dean expectantly, as if he was silently urging him to spend more time. Say something.

The pressure has now shifted to Dean, and he changed the subject bluntly: "By the way, do you think the lighting technique counts as a bonus item? That's ancient magic—"

Ron looked a little disappointed, but he couldn't force Dean to praise himself.

He shook his head, "Maybe it doesn't count. Everyone in the Rune Club knows how to illuminate. Do you still remember the day when the army of infernal corpses invaded the school? How many balls of light were there above our heads at that time." He said with emotion:

"It would have been possible two years earlier, but now? I bet there are at least a hundred students in the school who know this magic."

After Ron finished speaking, the two became even more depressed.

There were not many people left in the hall now, and they stared at Zacharias Smith, who was talking loudly in front of the Hufflepuff hourglass. Dean couldn't help but said, "I really want to punch him in the nose."

Ron grinned. "Dude, I've been meaning to do this for a long time."

Of course Zacharias Smith was unaware of Ron's and Dean's criticisms, and he was speaking with condescension and sarcasm: "Oh, come on, is this test any difficulty?"

"Come on, he didn't even master the Patronus Charm." Ron said contemptuously. He looked at Dean, whose expression suddenly became stiff, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You just said, said—" Dean asked in a very weak tone.

"What?" Ron said in confusion. At this moment, a silver magic power spread from the auditorium, and a huge beam of light swept away everything and completely engulfed the students who were still in the hall.

He saw Dean open his mouth wide in surprise, and then the remaining pessimism on his face was swept away.

Ron guessed he had the same expression. "It's Harry's super Patronus!" He said in an exaggeratedly excited voice, while tiptoeing and looking into the auditorium, it was very quiet there. Just when Ron was surprised that even the Patronus Charm couldn't win all the applause, inside finally There was a loud commotion.

"It seems that the patron saint still works." Ron said contentedly, listening to the exclamation of the examiners with pleasure, "I almost forgot, I can do this magic too."

……

"The exam was interrupted for 10 minutes because of you."

After the day's exam, Ron said to Harry who left early in the lounge, "But thanks to your Patronus, I was in great shape during the exam." He frowned halfway, "It's a pity that that annoying The ghost is also touched by the light."

"Who are you talking about?" asked Ginny who was preparing for the final exam.

"Zacharias Smith," said Ron without thinking.

"It's him." Ginny remembered, and she pouted. "There have been a few club events where he has been pestering me and Luna asking questions, pompous, and laughing at Luna's decorations."

Harry seemed conflicted. He admitted that Luna had a lot of personality, but he didn't flatter her aesthetics, but he also found Zacharias annoying, so he agreed: "Yeah, he It's really annoying, yes."

They were preparing for the Transfiguration exam the next day, and Harry's mind was full of complicated spell models and theoretical analysis. He still couldn't understand a question: why turning a toad into a mouse can fill an entire chapter of the textbook ?Moreover, Hermione extracted more than a dozen pages of notes from the textbook, and she could even produce three papers she had written in the past.

So when he heard someone shouting "Harry—someone is looking for you—" at the door, his first reaction was that he could finally go out for some air.Fred and George were playing Wizard Cards with Lee Jordan, discussing it quietly as they passed by their table.

Fred waved Harry lazily as a greeting.

"Aren't you reviewing?" Harry asked.

"We have a good idea of ​​our true level," George said.

Well, Harry thought unconvinced, then you must not know that every time Mrs. Weasley wrote to Ginny, she would ask about the twins by the way.He pushed open the door with a depressed mood, and heard the fat lady chatting enthusiastically with a familiar voice.

"Yes, I've seen it... chuck...it's huge, I guess it's twenty feet long...Me and Violet went to see it, the students did a good job, it's magnificent...as it should be It was Dumbledore, who beat the Dark Lord until he ran away... cluck..."

After Harry came out of the hole, he glanced back at the portrait of the Fat Lady. As expected, he saw some wine bottles piled under the portrait of her.

"...It's just that I can't figure out why there is a Nixiu standing so conspicuously..."

"Professor?" Harry called out in surprise when he saw the person at the door.

Felix nodded at him. "Come with me, Harry."

Harry followed behind the professor with some trepidation. He searched his guts secretly, but he didn't find any serious mistakes he had made that would make the always lazy Professor Haip come to him.He guessed that there might be something serious. They came to a dark corridor, and the professor who was walking in front stopped.

"Your performance today shocked the examiners collectively." Felix said with a smile, "The strength of that patron saint far exceeds their cognition."

"Hmm—" Harry didn't know how to answer.

"I need your help," Felix said flatly.

"Okay." Harry nodded. "What is it?"

"For some reason, I hope to collect some emotions, your emotions." Felix tilted his head at him, "The specific method is, you use your unique patron saint, remember not to let the magic power Outburst, that's so compelling...call it out quietly, and I'll do the rest."

The shock on Harry's face was still there when he returned to the lounge.

"What's wrong? You look like you've failed a test—" said Ron.

"That's Hermione." Harry subconsciously retorted.

Hermione glared at him with raised eyebrows, and Harry immediately changed his words: "Slip of tongue." Ginny and Ron were rocking back and forth laughing.

"Professor Haip came to see me," Harry described to them when they stopped. "He said he needed my Patronus..."

After several people listened quietly, Ron said incredulously: "You mean that Professor Haipu put your patron saint in a glass bottle?"

"Shh," Harry said quickly, "keep down."

"Didn't he tell you why?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head. "No." He said honestly.

"This is strange," she gently rubbed her forehead with one hand, "with the character of a professor, if it is some kind of magic experiment, he will be happy to tell you the cause and effect, and maybe even pull you into the research, unless it is necessary Confidential."

"That's what he told me," said Harry quickly, "to keep it a secret for now."

"Maybe they don't want us to be distracted. There's an exam tomorrow." Ron guessed.

"But the professor asked me to go to him every night during this time and use the Patronus on him once." Harry said, under normal circumstances, if he took the initiative to cancel the magic, the Patronus would dissipate by itself, but the professor used some In a way he couldn't understand, he preserved this emotion and magic power—Harry speculated that it might be something like a dementor capture cage—thinking that in a few days, there would be a row in the professor's office His own patron saint, he felt weird.

"If it's what you say, it must be serious and urgent." Hermione said affirmatively.

It took them a while to guess why the professor did this, but there were too few clues at hand.

"Could it be related to...the person who can't mention his name?" Ginny interjected softly.

Harry's heart was pounding, but there was no basis for such a guess, and they ended up going through the boring review again, Harry yawning as he flipped through Hermione's transfiguration notes, originally because he had witnessed Professor Happe put himself in a jar. The sober brain that the patron saint took away and brought back became chaotic again.

After passing the Transfiguration exam, the third day's exam was Herbology, followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts.Sirius stood at the door cheering everyone on. "What if I don't pass the test?" a student asked timidly after high-fiving Sirius. "Don't worry, I won't be your professor by the time you get your grades," Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, I'll chase after you and chant curses."

After Friday's ancient runes exam, Harry and Ron chatted privately, and both thought they could get at least two 'excellent'.

One is Defense Against the Dark Arts and the other is Ancient Runes.

"This is a good start, I think you will have more confidence to deal with the exam next week." Hermione said calmly flipping through the book.

Harry and Ron were playing wizard cards, which they had borrowed from the Weasley twins. The wizard cards had been modified by two people. En's knight armor was knocked into the air.

While Ron was drawing cards, Harry leaned forward and took the exam timetable from the table, "Let me see next week's schedule—Monday, Potions; Tuesday, Care of Magical Creatures; Wednesday, uh, It was a bit difficult that day, there was an astronomy theory exam in the morning, and a divination class exam in the afternoon, and it’s not over yet... There is an astronomy practical exam at eleven o’clock in the evening.”

"I've always wondered why you haven't given up your divination class? Even if Trelawney can make predictions under extremely rare circumstances, it is undeniable that what she usually teaches is rubbish." Hermione asked sharply.

"Listen to me, Hermione—oh, Hurricane Curse, Harry, you lost." Ron silently savored the taste of victory, and said, "We have been making up nonsense for three full years just to get the divination class Tickets for the OWLs exam—"

Seeing that Hermione wanted to cut in, he said quickly, "If you're lucky, this course will add you an OWLs certificate - even if you don't know anything, I'm serious!"

Harry didn't expect Ron to be able to pull out some truths. He thought about it seriously. The reason why he was still taking divination classes was largely due to inertia, and a small part was due to what he had heard with his own ears. A prophecy made by Trelawney.

Even though the odds were slim, Harry had a glimmer of hope: what if he ever heard another true prophecy?But if there is a next time, he hopes that Trelawney can describe it more accurately and not be too vague, such as giving the exact date of Voldemort's death or something...

Time passed day by day, and the students finally ushered in the last exam.

Harry flipped open the History of Magic exam paper on the single-person desk, and skimmed through the questions as usual, and he immediately felt dizzy.The knowledge in a stack of History of Magic notebooks borrowed from Hermione this morning was desperately slipping away from his mind. He didn't bother to flip through the contents behind, just wanting to wait a few minutes before he forgot all those twisted names and complicated dates. Write a few questions.

He took a quick look at the podium, where Professor Haipu was lazily sitting on the chair, as if he was in a trance.

'Today is indeed a good day to be lazy. ' thought Harry indignantly.

After more than ten seconds, he found that he hadn't moved a word, so he quickly bowed his head to answer the question.As Harry expected, he had trouble with time and historical names-especially those names of giants, goblins, trolls, and centaurs, which were so convoluted and lengthy that Harry suspected that the historians of the time were lazy , translated directly from their humming sounds.

For almost two hours, Harry struggled with drowsiness.

When the very old Professor Tofudi slowly told them that there were still 10 minutes left, Harry sighed resignedly. He didn't think about what happened between Liechtenstein and the troll, but turned the test paper To the front, there are still a few questions left blank.

He stared at the fourth question - 'In your opinion, did the Wand Regulations contribute to or contribute to better control of goblin riots in the eighteenth century? '

Harry tried his best to move his numb brain, the sand from the hourglass on the podium was slowly leaking down, the sun was just right outside, and the weather was in June, but he had to sit in the stuffy auditorium and think about the goblin riot ...Harry's consciousness became more and more blurred, his head was uncontrollably drooping towards the table, with suspicious water stains on the corner of his mouth... He found himself seeing the face of Headmaster Dumbledore, that face was no longer gentle, Ban Yue Nor did the twinkle of joy in those dark blue eyes behind the shaped lenses that I used to see.He looked dignified and solemn.

He waved his wand wantonly, and the power of the spell made Harry's heart tremble. Rows of stones packed with a lot of grass and dirt rushed towards him, as if the whole earth was dragged and smashed towards him.

But Harry wasn't afraid.

Dazzling green light poured from the wand he held in his hand, and ghostly shadows appeared in the green light.He could feel a ferocious smile on his face, and he spoke in an extremely excited tone: "Does the curse not feel good, Dumbledore?"

"If you have any skills, just show them, or you will die today!"

(End of this chapter)