A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 603 Resettlement Place
In the Potions Master's office, Harry woke up panting, breathing greedily like a drowning man.

There were shadows all around, and Harry seemed to see a hooked nose, but when Hermione helped him put his glasses on, Snape stood at a distance.Before he could see the expression on the man's face, Ron and Hermione rushed forward and hugged him tightly, making him breathless.

"I'm not-cough-cough-it's okay," Harry mumbled as he struggled to keep himself from being strangled by the two men.

"Dude, you almost scared us to death." Ron said, patting him on the shoulder, and Hermione covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

"I'm fine," Harry repeated, looking at the tense two, and all the emotions came back in a short time.He said flatly: "The duel is over."

"How did it turn out, Dumbledore won, didn't he? We won?" Ron asked loudly, while Hermione looked at him expectantly.

Harry didn't know how to answer. He watched Dumbledore's comeback, but he couldn't say the word 'we' right now. "Yeah, Dumbledore won. The war—the war is over."

"Great!" cried Ron, shaking Harry excitedly. "Great!" Hermione burst into tears from the pooled eyes.

"Potter—" Snape asked hoarsely.

"Dumbledore is still alive, Professor Hape has passed, and Kreacher is mentioned - I don't know why, no one has spoken to me. And Voldemort, who was swallowed by a snake, may not be dead Right." Harry said in a breath, looking away, "Sorry, my mind is a little messed up now, I want to go out, go out and get some air..."

He broke free from Ron's hand and rushed out of the office.

Harry walked quickly in the underground corridor, and climbed up the stairs with a dull expression. In the foyer, there were excited fifth graders standing in twos and threes. Some members of the Rune Club and the front-line lookout station greeted Harry. He nodded in response, and some unfamiliar students pointed in the dark, probably discussing his 'nightmare' in the last exam.

"What the hell did he dream about, that he wanted Dumbledore to die..."

The discussion in the corner floated to his ears, but Harry didn't have the slightest intention to defend himself. He walked straight through the hall, and he could still hear Neville's loud rebuttal words in his ears.He walked a few steps quickly, and passed through the oak gate. The sun set on the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and along the crooked lines, the Forbidden Forest was inlaid with a golden-red border.

He walked aimlessly on the stone steps, he had nowhere to go but something to do for himself, and as far away from other people as possible.He went to the Black Lake first, but it was occupied by the fifth and seventh graders who had finished their exams, so he changed direction and stopped in front of Hagrid's hut for a while, without knocking on the door, he turned and walked into the Forbidden Forest.

When his figure was covered by the dark and dense shadow of the forest, he felt a burst of relief.

There will be no one in here.As he walked deeper and deeper, the tall and dense trees blocked the faint light at dusk. He lay on a dark and flat stone, his eyes watching the speckled light through the thick leaves.Only then did Harry start to think seriously. He temporarily put Snape aside in his heart, and he finally understood his mission. cut off.

There is a prophecy.Harry thought about it, maybe he and Voldemort were prophesied, he probably could guess the content, it should mean that the two of them will die together, or better, they will die together?He couldn't help but think of Snape again, he was the one who told Voldemort the contents of the prophecy.At that time, he was still an evil Death Eater, and he probably kissed Voldemort's robe passionately every time he met...

At that time, he must have been full of ambition and smug, never imagined that this prophecy would kill the person he loved deeply.

The whole thing was far more complicated than Harry had first thought.His heart pounded at the thought of death, and his stomach twitched involuntarily, as if a block of ice had been stuffed into it.His mouth was dry and his throat was congested, and Harry knew it was fear that had gripped him. What would it be like to die?He has had the experience of escaping death many times, and many times he almost thought that he was going to die, but death did not accept him.

He is agile, and his luck is surprisingly good. It seems that some hands are playing with his fate (Harry thought of the scene where Dumbledore flipped through the book), telling him that it is not the time...

But now is the time.

Harry suddenly had the urge to turn around and run away. He was now in the Forbidden Forest, he could Apparate, and then he destroyed his wand and hid somewhere no one knew.He took out his wand and looked down at it.As time passed, the Forbidden Forest became darker, as if it had entered the night.Harry was getting more and more anxious, urging himself to make a decision, at least...at least go to Godric's Hollow again, send a bouquet of flowers for his parents' tombstone or something.

Otherwise by the time he got back - Harry thought pessimistically - Dumbledore might have grabbed him and told him with a sneer that he was going to take him somewhere to be with Voldemort.He imagined the scene, the headmaster's hands grabbing his shoulders and shaking him vigorously (for some reason, he thought of Ron shaking him), Professor Hemp and Snape were sandwiched between each other. He (they act as footmen, sort of like Crabbe and Goyle)...

But Harry didn't do anything in the end, he was like a student who suddenly decides to indulge after an exam and sneaks off to adventure in the Forbidden Forest, essentially no different from those students who take a nap in the shade of the willow tree by the Black Lake.He came down from the stone slowly, his legs were a little weak.He looked down at the holly wand of phoenix feather still clutched in his hand, and wondered who to keep it for.

But who would use a second-hand wand?Not necessarily, Harry retorted in his heart, at least it would be fine as a spare wand.

This is an excellent wand.

Harry was confident that he would take it head-on with Voldemort, maybe that would be better, and die in the struggle...but Voldemort was already captured, Dumbledore and Professor Hemp had done everything, he could really do it limited.

He thought of Ron and Hermione, and wondered what they would think if they found out.They'd probably do something to stop him, and Harry could guess their reaction—the shock at first, and then Ron muttering, "There must be another way." Hermione would combine everything she'd seen with this. Recite the title of the book with a little edge.Well, if they had the chance to know.

Harry walked slowly towards the castle, making up his mind that - if he had time - he would ask every ghost in the castle how it felt to die.He knew at least two of them, Myrtle slain by the basilisk and Nick 'nearly headless' hacked to death by a rusty axe.

"Whoosh!"

Harry suddenly lowered his head, and the Iron Armor Curse formed a barrier in front of him. He stared blankly at the bow and arrow that was still some distance away from him, stuck in the ground, and the tail of the arrow shook wildly.It seemed to serve as a warning, and then the trees swayed, Harry squinted, and he heard the clatter of a horse's hooves.

"Bain, that seems to be a student."

"Pony?" called a brusque voice.

A centaur, with platinum hair and the body of a silver-maned horse, came out from behind the bushes. Harry knew this centaur, his name was Firenze.Firenze sized Harry up and said with some surprise, "Harry Potter?"

Another centaur appeared, with black hair and a dark body, and looked a little stronger and rougher than Firenze.He held a bow in his hand, obviously, he was the one who shot the arrow stuck in the ground.

"Pony, get out of here." The black centaur said grumpily. "The centaur is not your human nanny. Don't expect us to follow behind you like a donkey to provide protection."

Harry didn't speak, he was still angry about the arrow, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to teach this rebellious-looking centaur a lesson, maybe it was Hagrid's recent complaint that played a role, "That group of rigid heads I don't mean all of them, a few are quite talkative, but most of them..." He muttered disdainfully, driving a bone needle that could pass as a wand into the thick canvas as he sewed on Gropp's pants.

Or maybe it was simply the horse people who disturbed his thinking.

Harry was walking back in silence, when a horse's hooves sounded behind him, and one of them followed.Harry didn't look back, he wasn't interested in the other party's purpose.But the guy named 'Bane' called out, "Remember, Firenze! I can let you befriend that little girl, but don't say what you shouldn't! We swore we would never have anything to do with wizards Your messy trouble!"

"I didn't think about it," Firenze roared as the voice seemed to sound from above Harry's head, making his ears itchy, "but I really want to say something now!"

Bane let out a cry of anger—Harry felt a little relieved—but when they walked a distance, he became a little worried about Firenze's situation, and Hagrid said that centaurs were stubborn and violent.

"That - er - that little girl means Luna?" Harry found something to say as they walked through the woods in silence.

"That's right," Firenze said briefly, walking beside him.

"They stopped you from getting in touch with Luna?" Harry asked. "Can't you make friends with wizards?"

"That's not quite right," Firenze explained, "Luna...she's young, which helps her. Centaurs don't hurt ponies, and she..." Firenze thought for a while, " She gets on pretty well with the centaurs except Bane, especially the girls, who love the Zeppelin Lee earrings and cork necklaces."

Harry really didn't expect Luna to be so 'friends' so widely, and found a confidant from another group.

For some reason, he echoed, "She can make garlands."

"Yeah, part of the pattern is still learned from the centaur." Firenze said, Harry stared, imagining the scene of Luna and the centaur girl learning how to weave flower baskets, he didn't think it was against the law.

"Then Hagrid—"

"He is one of the few people who can deal with it. We like people who are simple-minded and love nature. But it is not so good now, you know, the elders of the tribe are very dissatisfied with his move to place his brother in the Forbidden Forest." Feren Ze said.

Harry remembered Hagrid's words that the Forbidden Forest does not belong to the centaur, but an area set aside by the Ministry of Magic for the centaur to live in.But he didn't speak his mind.

They walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid's hut could be seen ahead, with blue smoke rising from the chimney.

"Thank you, Firenze," said Harry.

"You're welcome, I've seen a lot of little wizards who strayed into the Forbidden Forest, although some of them weren't 'stray'." Firenze said, Harry nodded and took a few steps, "Oh, Potter." Firenze Calling to him, Harry turned to look at the centaur.

"Bane doesn't want us to have any contact with wizards. He is a radical faction, but I think it is necessary to maintain proper contact with wizards. In the magnificent era, the power of the centaur alone is weak , cannot be alone. I believe you are an important part." Firenze said.

Harry's mood suddenly darkened.

"An important part?" He said in a low and hoarse voice, "I may not be able to help you... You can ask Professor Haipu."

"We don't trust him," Firenze said softly.

Harry raised his head in surprise, and Firenze said, "To be precise, we don't trust any adult wizards." Harry felt strange, thinking that Professor Hap had had a conflict with the centaurs.

But when you think about the criteria for making friends among horses—simple mindedness and closeness to nature—professor Haipu seems to fall short of any of these criteria.

Harry returned to the castle with a heavy heart. He didn't know why Firenze seemed to have unrealistic expectations of him. It was almost dark, and he guessed that the students should be enjoying their food in the Great Hall at this time.So he walked into the Great Hall, and the laughter and laughter around him had nothing to do with him, and he sat down at the edge of the Gryffindor table, hiding from his acquaintances.

Beside him was a junior student he didn't know, but that student obviously knew him, the little wizard let out a cry from his throat, and then secretly poked his companion's ribs with his fingers.

Harry hastily picked up a piece of pie and shoved it into his mouth carelessly.

There were a few seats vacant on the professor's chair, and Dumbledore, Professor Hemp, Sirius, and Snape were not there, and the students didn't find anything unusual—the professors didn't come over for dinner on time every day—they were enthusiastic There was a lot of talk about the WG and final exams that were over, and there was even a mention of the summer holidays.

But today is different.

Harry thought as he split the pie in half with his fork that Voldemort had fallen so quietly that if people could see into the future they would be amazed at how peacefully they passed the day.

He thought of Firenze's words again, the magnificent era... Will he be lucky enough to see it?Or, the "important link" that Firenze spoke of actually started with his own death?
That is indeed very important. The wizarding world has been freed from Voldemort's shadow since then, and can live in peace...

Harry glanced briefly again, none of the four absent people came, then he bowed his head and tiptoed out of the auditorium - Ron and Hermione ate very restlessly, looking around, he had to hide, he still I didn't know how to face them.

Where did those who didn't come go?thought Harry on his way back to the common room.

Could it be that somewhere he didn't know—maybe the headmaster's office, or a desolate mountaintop—was having an unusually serious conversation, and Dumbledore told Sirius solemnly that Harry was a Horcrux...

If someone had to inform him, he hoped it would be Sirius.

In the depths of classroom seven.

Felix handed Dumbledore the Hufflepuff's cup, and watched with him as the Ouroboros hovered in mid-air.

"...you glued a dozen Patronus together?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "How did you do that?"

"It's really difficult, it takes a lot of time to actually make it happen, but I took advantage of it," Felix said. "I found a commander in chief, a spiritual leader for them."

"You mean Harry..."

"Yes."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Where is Kreacher?"

"I sent him to Sirius. He is bound by the magic of his kind. He has just lost a master and is very depressed. Sirius is comforting him."

Behind them stood the memories of several professors, the young Felix, the young Dumbledore, the young McGonagall, and Flitwick and Newt Scamander. Green Patronus.

"There's a mysterious person hidden in its belly? My God, this is too dangerous, you shouldn't bring it to school." The young Ms. McGonagall said while clutching her chest, her whole body shaking heart-wrenchingly.

"We need him to be alive for a while, for some purpose," said Felix. "Seriously, Minerva, you couldn't find a better place than here: there are mobiles at Hogwarts. The huge magic power in the defense system, the huge amount of emotions collected in classroom No. [-], and of course the most important... are you."

"But this is not a prison, Albus, and we are not jailers, I hope you can think carefully!" Ms. McGonagall said fiercely, "Students come in and out every day, in case of any accident—"

"Then close this place temporarily and not open it to the public." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"It's better not, sir." Felix interrupted: "I need to use it to collect enough emotions. This is an important step to suppress Voldemort's will and let him passively enter hibernation. I can open a temporary passage in the next room , separating the two."

"School will be on holiday in a few days. If you think optimistically, we may solve the problem during the holiday."

(End of this chapter)