A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 611 Bonfire Dinner
Around the last week of July, several big things happened.

The first thing is that the Ministry of Magic officially announced the end of the state of war. So far, the stone hanging in the air finally fell to the ground.Even the wizarding people who had been secretly celebrating for a while couldn't contain their excitement and joy. They once again took to the streets to cheer for peace, because this meant that the Ministry of Magic had given an official conclusion and also marked the end of the war.

Also announced is the investigation and forensics of wizarding criminals who committed crimes during the war.

Some pure-blood families breathed a sigh of relief.

The second thing surprised everyone who heard it for the first time, and had a wider influence-Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, voluntarily resigned from the chairmanship of the International Federation of Wizards on the grounds that he was too old. duty.

"It's no wonder," said Hagrid gruffly, he sat on the sofa in the living room of Black's old house, occupying two seats by himself, "those idiots keep complaining at international conferences, saying how much loss they have suffered, net It's nonsense! The total time that the mysterious man has been raging outside is not even two months."

"What are they all asking for?" Bill asked.

"A lot," Mr. Weasley wiped his glasses, and said, "You also know that the mysterious man first snatched the snakewood wand from Ilvermorny School, and killed their principal at the school gate; after a period of silence, He disappeared again, looting the treasures of various countries—"

"Gringotts alone has lost a lot," Bill interjected.

"—That's right," said Mr. Weasley, "it can be seen that the mysterious man is extremely interested in those magical items that are rumored to be extremely powerful, such as the invisibility cloak that has been around for thousands of years, the African mask of immortality, the Egyptian coffin of death, Nordic fairy spring water..."

"Is there really such a thing?" Harry, who had been listening silently, asked aloud, "I thought it was all fake, like, like—" he and Ron looked at each other, and Ron murmured, " It's like a fairy tale."

"Basically," said Mr. Weasley, frowning, "I suspect there isn't a single thing in there to match the big name, it's all - it's all blown up. But the problem is, now that these things are gone, look for them." It's not here."

"Missing?" Mundungus repeated in a low voice, with greedy and cunning eyes flashing in his eyes, "Could it be hidden by a mysterious person? In a corner of England, there is a huge treasure?"

"Maybe it was destroyed or lost." Bill said, "Remember that time in Switzerland? In a black market, the goblin leader there claimed to have vampire fangs that could put people in a state of suspended animation. It was miraculous...it turned out to be the tooth of a werewolf, and the mysterious man who made a futile trip went on a killing spree, and only a few survived in the end..."

Mundungus made a sound that was a mix of mockery and sympathy.

"Obviously, the mysterious man wanted the real thing, and that old goblin hit the iron plate."

"But Voldemort also took a lot of treasures, didn't he?" Harry asked. "Maybe it means that those things are real, or at least they have effects."

Bill shrugged.

"I guess it's more likely that the mysterious person can't judge the authenticity for a while, and needs to go back and study it carefully. On Rick Lestrange."

"Ah," said Ron.

"That's right, those third-rate tabloids, headed by Rita Skeeter, have made up their noses and eyes, and exaggerated the infidelity between the Dark Lord and his most loyal believer...Nonsense, they should really see how that woman finally changed. What the hell has become..."

"I heard..." Mundungus said in a low voice, "It was Hai Ke Ke who first found her—Mr. Hai Pu found her on the edge of the battlefield where Dumbledore and the You-Know-Who fought, hundreds of feet deep underground... "

"Don't come up with bad ideas," Mr. Weasley warned him kindly.

"I know—how dare I," Mundungus murmured, "Mr. Haip is a great alchemist himself, and he also inherited Nick Flamel's property, how could he value those rags..." Even so Said, but he knows that Haipu is very interested in old things, and he plans to ask after a while, if Mr. Haipu has a plan to "sell the stolen goods", he doesn't mind going back to his old job and doing some dirty work for others Tired of work, earn the difference from it.

Isn't that what those big shots need? People like him...

"In addition to recovering the stolen goods, I heard that there are some small countries who found out from somewhere that the mysterious person was not dead and asked to join the trial. In short, the scene was messy. Oh, by the way, didn't they set up an international Auror team at that time? A lot? Those are the questions."

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, more and more people came.

Some stayed to chat, and some greeted and went to the Burrow through the fireplace.

As the war came to an end, the Order of the Phoenix also fulfilled its mission. They volunteered for the noble mission, and now it is time to fall silent again, just like the end of the first war.

Before parting, they planned to have a bonfire party.

"Are we going to dance with torches in the living room?" asked Tonks cheerfully. "I don't mind—"

"I don't mind either," Sirius said, "but this is a place for chatting, and the formal banquet is at the Burrow. I just went to take a look. Molly's group is busy, so I came out by chopping wood." Breathe."

"Mom must have made everyone go round and round." Ron sighed understandingly.

"Don't say that," said Mr. Weasley, with a touch of reproach. "Your mother was overjoyed. She kept saying that it was God's blessing that no one in the family was hurt—"

"Then what am I?" said Ron indignantly. "I still have the Cruciatus scar on my chest."

"No, you didn't," Harry said subconsciously.

The people in the room laughed happily, and Harry recalled it and apologized to Ron repeatedly. He had just sorted out some things in his mind, and his mind was out of order.

Tonks also smiled, and said to Lupine, who was holding his arm, "I'll go over there and see if I can help... my dear."

Lupine smiled and nodded, his face turning sad as he watched her disappear into the fireplace, and Sirius came over and put his arms around his shoulders, saying loudly, "Don't think too much! Today is a happy day, me and Harry is planning to go on a trip in August, do you want to hang out together? He also wrote a book..."

"You wrote a book?" Hagrid growled.

"You wrote a book?" Ron's eyes widened.

Harry glared at Sirius, who promised not to say anything!But Sirius had already taken his good buddy upstairs, and said that he wanted to have a good drink. Harry nodded hesitantly amidst the interested scrutiny.

"About what?" Bill asked with interest.

"Patronus." Harry said sullenly, not only Patronus, but also his thinking on other aspects, such as Disarming Charm, Illumination, Rune Magic, Quidditch flying, and his understanding of combat, and even With the knowledge he received from Voldemort's mind, which was the idea he had a few days before the holiday, if death was waiting for him in the not-too-distant future, he should at least do something and leave something behind.

It's just that what he is most sure of is the Patronus Charm, and he is more confident when he speaks it out.

Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't hear the sneer.

At this time, Mr. Weasley said with a smile: "I heard that the examiners of the Examination Authority have encountered difficulties this year. Except for Harry's subversive understanding of the Patronus magic, no one dared to make a conclusion. There are also many students who have written their knowledge of spells and spells that have not yet been announced, which made many examiners scratch their heads."

"Is there such a thing?" Harry asked, desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere, away from circling the dangerous waters, though he saw the look in Ron's eyes and knew he would ask sooner or later - because Ron was the last Those who knew him knew even better than Sirius.

"Thinking about it, it's not hard to understand. Ancient magic literature is changing with each passing day, and many research results are completed by students. I heard that more than half of the people invited to the ancient magic literature yearbook in mid-August are under the age of 20."

Harry and Ron clicked their tongues.

"Have you received the invitation?"

"Got it." The two said honestly.

"That's it."

Mr. Weasley and Bill sat for a while and left, and then Sirius pulled the ruddy Remus to leave. Harry and Ron stayed here, watching the time go by. Finally, in the hall of the old house There was a commotion, and then they heard Hermione's voice.

She rushed in like a gust of wind.

"Harry! Ron! Oh, how was your vacation?" Hermione beamed with joy, and said like a cannonball: "I just returned to China two days ago, and now I'm doing an internship at Sword Castle. I almost forgot the time. The things are so fascinating, I didn't expect that what I discovered would be of great use... Oh, by the way, how are your grades—"

Harry and Ron smiled at each other.

"I knew you would ask that question."

"exchange."

Harry pulled a crumpled envelope out of his pocket, unfolded it, and Hermione and Ron leaned over to look at it.

Ordinary Wizarding Rank Exam Results
Passing grades: excellent (O); good (E); pass (A);
Unqualified results: poor (P); very poor (D); extremely poor (T);

Harry James Potter scores are as follows:

Astronomy: A

Protect magical creatures: E
Charms: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Divination: P

Herbalism: E

History of Magic :D

Potions: O
Transfiguration: O
Ancient Runes: O
……

"Tsk, even though I've seen it, I still find it unbelievable. Those are five excellent ones." Ron said shaking his head.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Ancient Runes..." Hermione thought for a while and said, "I can get the Auror certificate."

"In a word, Harry performed super-level in all subjects that have nothing to do with practice. I did the same." Ron frowned. "This will make us appear to have developed limbs... I really want to break this rule."

Harry smiled, he was very satisfied with his results.

"Ron, what about you?" Hermione asked.

"I'm about the same as Harry, except for my grades in Potions. I got a good." Ron shrugged. "Maybe I won't be able to get into Snape's improvement class, and that's fine."

"Oh, uh," said Hermione cautiously, "you can take the exam again this year...don't give up, even for the Auror dream."

But instead of showing any disappointment on Ron's face, on the contrary, he was smiling.

"Have you forgotten?" he said cheerfully, "Harry and I are full members of the Anti-Dark Arts League, they won't refuse to write a letter or two of introduction... Nepe's class has not had any effect yet!"

Hermione pursed her lips, but she didn't raise any objections. They discussed this issue a long time ago, and neither of them convinced the other in the end.

"What about you, Hermione?"

"Oh, fine," Hermione whispered.

"Come on! Just tell us which exam you didn't get an A at," said Ron, and Hermione opened her mouth. "All excellent!?" Ron roared, "Are you still not satisfied?" Hermione shook her head hastily, her eyes bent into crescent moons.

They tidied up, locked the door, and entered the Burrow through the fireplace.As soon as he came out, he was dragged away by Sirius and the Weasley twins, "Come and help, we are too busy to arrange spells around the venue. If we can't finish, there will be no food."

"Defense spell?" Harry asked puzzled, is this necessary?

"Muggle Repelling Curse," Fred said with a smile, "We're going to make a big noise tonight, in order to prevent anyone from the village looking for it..."

They came to the orchard, Charlie, Bill and Lupine were setting up the tent, and Fleur leaned crookedly beside Bill, "Honey, how about we do the same at our wedding? But we have to add a small fountain, and ice statues... ..."

Ginny pulled a long face, and when she saw Harry and the others approaching, she was relieved, and ran over to pretend to chant the spell.

Everyone separated. Fred and George seemed to have found a goblin hole. They squatted on the ground, holding their throats and greeting: "Is anyone home? I lost some fruit..."

Harry and Sirius got together, and Harry asked in a low voice, "What did you and Remus talk about?"

"My lord's trouble." Sirius waved his wand lazily.

"Tell me," said Harry.

"Ah, you know Kreacher, right?"

Harry nodded.

"Thanks to Mr. Hep's genius brain, we found the exact location of Bellatrix through Kreacher, but this is not over yet. With the death of my cousin, Kreacher lost his master again... ..."

"Er, so he's free?" Harry speculated.

"You have reached the essence, but the process is not so easy," Sirius said: "According to the tradition of the Black family, Kreacher automatically belongs to the next member with the right to inherit, that is, Narcissa Black."

Harry's eyes widened, and he couldn't help shouting, "How can that be? Look at how they treat Dobby!"

"Yeah, so Felix came to the door, and the family gave up their inheritance rights very reasonably, so... well, Kreacher fell on Narcissa's sister, who is Tonks' mother."

"Felix didn't expect that either, but luckily they are all acquaintances. Remus came to explain the situation—"

"Something went wrong? They won't let people go?"

"That's not true. Their family is quite friendly, and they even left Remus for dinner." Sirius said slightly bitterly: "But Tonks was there that day, and they noticed their daughter's strange attitude. After questioning, , I can't hide my daughter's emotional problems, and they had a 'little' quarrel." His thumb and index finger were almost close together, leaving only a gap.

Harry took a deep breath, avoiding Ginny's gaze, and gestured with his mouth.

"Wolfman?"

"Yeah," Sirius said in a low voice, "Actually, judging from Tonks' state, she has the confidence to convince her parents. The problem is Remus. He's under a lot of pressure. You may not know that the offspring of werewolves are What has a chance of being inherited is just a chance, but Remus...he can't bear the price."

For the rest of the time, Harry was absent-minded the whole time, looking at Remus from time to time. He smiled gently, and together with the others, they set up a huge tent and used Transfiguration to conjure tables, chairs and benches.Even if Voldemort is down, everyone has their own troubles.

Like Harry himself, he deliberately avoided Ginny, not knowing how to respond to this feeling.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the dinner officially began.

Hundreds of wizards were sitting under the huge tent made of wooden stakes, and people kept apparating over, and Harry finally saw the Aunt Muriel that Ron was talking about, she had a hooked nose, red eyes, Pink feather hat, looks very grumpy.

As soon as she came, she found fault with the table, chairs and the decorations on it, "Look at this tablecloth, it hasn't been washed for many years, it stinks..."

"Actually Fred made it out of a skunk, and there wasn't enough in the house," Ron whispered to Harry, who jumped aside quickly, determined not to take any food from that table.

Aunt Muriel noticed them.

"Harry Potter? Yes, I see the scars, lucky boy, can your scars glow?" Harry frowned, dissatisfied with this statement.But the old witch turned her attention to Ron, "But not as lucky as him, let me tell you this, when I found out that I heard the name of the Weasley family's youngest son from those old sisters, I knew How much water is there in the rumors... the Dark Lord can't beat two little bean dices?"

She was nagging, and when she pretended to be mysterious and asked Ron how much the Order of Merlin cost to buy, both of them couldn't hold back their anger, and Hermione kept interrupting, and Muriel Said she had "too protruding teeth and too messy hair."

"Let me see your ankle, little girl." Hermione walked aside angrily, when the rescuers finally arrived.

"Aunt Muriel? We're looking for you everywhere!"

Fred and George fell from the sky and almost took her away between them.

"What a touching brotherhood." Ron said with emotion.

They took a seat (well away from Muriel and the skunk-covered table) and as plates of food fell from the sky, beautiful music blared and the dinner began.

People were clearly not concentrating on eating, there was a buzz of talking and laughter coming from all directions, Harry turned his head and looked around, Fred and George were doing a trick for Fleur's French relatives, the table was full of Young people, so their jokes are very marketable.

"Let me just say that if Uncle Billyers was around, he'd pour himself a whole bottle of Firewhiskey in one gulp, then run out onto the dance floor, lift up his robes, pull out bouquet after bouquet, and From his—well, you know—"

Harry also found Aunt Muriel, who had been placed at the Weasleys' distant relatives' table, talking loudly about the similarities between 'goblins and the Weasleys', but no one was happy to join in, Their faces seemed to freeze.From his angle, Mafalda could see his chin resting on one hand, his head tilted halfway, and the other hand was hidden under the table, throwing out a cloud of dazzling sparks with his wand.

Harry also saw a few of his classmates.

On the way to them, Neville was caught by a fierce old wizard. He waved to Harry desperately and followed his uncle. Ron shrank his neck and muttered: "Elders all over the world are the same, just watch, we may see Neville spitting fire rings in a while!"

Across the table from them, Tonks, Lupine, Hagrid, and Sirius sat together.Apparently, quite a few people were skeptical about getting up close and personal with Hagrid, perhaps because his hands could pluck their heads off like grapes.

"A new professor at school?" Lupine asked.

"Yes, Bagshot," Hagrid replied, brandishing a pair of lobster claws.

Harry asked with concern: "How is he now, I mean, is he in good health?"

"Not sure—" Hagrid frowned. "It feels okay, but he doesn't come out very often. I met him a few times in the auditorium—but occasionally I saw him basking in the sun on the balcony on the second floor."

Harry felt a little relieved that Professor Hemp was talking vaguely to him, as if watching him for fun, although he didn't know what the fun was.

"Have you found the new professor?" Ron asked with some disappointment, "I thought I couldn't recruit anyone, and Sirius can go back!" His voice was a little loud, and Sirius turned his head and smiled when he heard it: "Teacher You have exhausted me so much that year, I haven't had enough rest yet."

"Sirius?" Hermione couldn't help asking, "What does an Animagus feel like?"

"That's right," Ron's eyes lit up, "You promised, as long as you get excellent, you will tell us how to practice Animagus!"

"Oh, can't wait?" Sirius said slowly, taking a look at them, "You are barely qualified, but don't worry, I will ask Felix for detailed knowledge, I will not get involved, but I can Let me tell you what to pay attention to..."

In Harry's view, Sirius was more about showing off than imparting experience.

"...Starting from the full moon, you have to stuff a piece of mandrake leaf into your mouth until the next full moon, and you can't spit it out in the middle. Think about it, you may fail to talk in your sleep. This is just The first step. But James and I found a way, using the Stunning Curse and the Petrification Curse... But it can only be used at night, and for a while, James especially liked to tell jokes..."

Hermione listened carefully, reaching for the beaded pouch several times as if to take notes, but she held back.

"Sounds like trouble," said Ron, frowning, obviously wanting to back off.

Harry also felt that it was not worth it. After all, Animagus can only transform into ordinary animals. He suddenly thought of Professor Haip. The professor can become a swift, but the professor once denied that he had learned from Animagus...

He thought, it would be very convenient if he could turn into a bird, but the Animagus transformed into an uncontrollable animal. Maybe he tried his best and finally found that he turned into a toad, then Harry would definitely die of boredom .

Immediately, his mood sank, with the mountain of Horcruxes pressing him down, it seemed that he didn't need to spend time learning new knowledge.

At this time, Sirius leaned his head closer, approached the three of them and said in a low voice: "Believe me, it's definitely worth the money. Once you learn the Animagus, the door of Transfiguration will be completely opened to you... Half the content of the improvement class is related to human body transformation, if you know the Animagus, you will find yourself like a fish in water."

He blinked, sat up straight and said, "That's how I got my NEWTs certificate. In fact, I didn't spend much energy on it."

……

"There are so many people here." Hermione said, looking around.

Harry shook his head slightly, and said softly, "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​about to be disbanded."

"Disbanded?" Hermione was taken aback at first, she had just heard the news, and then slowly turned around, "Indeed... Voldemort has fallen, but where are they going?" Hermione looked at the coming and going Busy people, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Hestiga Jones...

"There's always a place to go. As far as I know - Remus back to Swords, Tonks and Kingsley back to the Ministry of Magic, heard Ms Burns invited Neville's parents to be Aurors, but they declined, Planning to open a small shop... Alastor, who was originally retired, became an Auror instructor, but no longer has missions; in short, each has its own way of life."

"That's right," Lupine agreed. "Voldemort's downfall will only make life better for us."

In the middle of the banquet, Ms. Burns appeared in a hurry. She smiled decently at everyone she met, but in a blink of an eye, she took a chance to drag Hermione away.

By the time Harry and Ron saw Hermione again, it was almost the end of dinner.

"You guys have been chatting for a long time. Could it be that the Ministry of Magic can't wait to recruit you?" Ron said teasingly, still laughing at Hermione's embarrassment when she said her grades.

"Hmph," said Hermione, "it has nothing to do with my grades. She does want me to go to the Ministry of Magic when I graduate -"

"Which department?" Harry asked interestedly.

"Assistant to the Minister, I guess, that's kind of the best position," said Ron, looking at Hermione uncertainly.

Hermione shook her head, "It's the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts."

"That's one of the worst choices, Hermione." Ron said in surprise: "The people in it are either sent there, or they really like those magical animals..." He glanced at it indifferently. Hagrid in the distance, "Maybe Hagrid likes certain positions from the bottom of his heart, but I bet he'll break the ribs of his colleagues within three days—those executioners..."

"Not what you think." Hermione shook her head, "She talked to me about SPEW—" "What?" Harry and Ron shouted in unison. "—Don't interrupt, there's also the Pan-Magical Alliance, you know, I've written a few papers... She hinted that I'm going to form a new department around this in the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, my God," said Ron softly.

"But why?" Harry asked puzzled.

"It is said to be related to a report submitted by Professor Haip," Hermione said softly, "I heard anxiety and caution from her tone."

"Yeah, she's starting to ask students for help," said Ron. "You've got two years to graduate."

"Ms. Burns said that I will wait until the end of the trial and the award to prepare for this matter. It may take several months." Hermione said full of fighting spirit: "She suggested that I have time to think about this matter. and keep a correspondence with her...well, I guess whatever the professor's report was about, it must be significant."

Clusters of bonfires were lit and set up around the tent.The sky is clear and full of stars.

Someone was dancing around the campfire, and Harry leaned in and swayed, until he heard Aunt Muriel say that he danced "like a bear who has stolen corn", and he went to the other side of the tent to watch Neville perform the Bright Fire Charm. .

The bright, glowing white flames drew applause, and Harry applauded along with the crowd.

Luna and her father danced happily in the distance. They were dressed in goose yellow clothes, like two butterflies flying around, especially conspicuous by the campfire. Cedric sat with his parents, watching with a smile.

Ron was chatting with Collins who had come with Ms. Burns.

"I'm going to be an official Auror soon," she said, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, congratulations," said Ron dryly.

Harry was acutely aware of the absence of several people, and he shared this thought with Hermione, who was alone.

"The Malfoy family, Professor Snape, Professor Hemp, Headmaster Dumbledore... they all didn't come. I can understand the first two, but why didn't Professor Hemp and Headmaster Dumbledore show up? It really shouldn't be ..."

Hermione couldn't give a reason either.

"Maybe there is something wrong?" she said softly, "I haven't seen the professor in Sword Castle these few days, but I think the opportunity will come soon."

"What's going on?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Ancient Runes Yearbook, and the 'Future World' company has a big event recently. The professor will definitely be there." Hermione said confidently.

Harry thought of Voldemort, perhaps he had most of their attention?
A picture appeared in his mind: two people are now pouring cold wind in a cave, or some eerie cell, chatting with Voldemort who was tied up... Thinking of this, the resentment buried in his heart also Not that big anymore.

His fate had nothing to do with these people. If he had to hate, he could only hate Voldemort.

But there is a slight deviation between the truth and his ideas.

Felix was sitting nonchalantly at the school table bickering with Grindelwald for some time, especially after he conveyed Harry's regards to the old man, Grindelwald No matter where you look, it's not pleasing to the eye.

Professor McGonagall has a deep understanding of the unruly personality of his new colleagues, and he is no stranger to it.For example, today, they talked about the Hogwarts school system.

"It's too backward and too closed," Grindelwald said with half-closed eyes: "As early as half a century ago, someone spent nearly ten years perfecting a "Wizard Code", which faced the rights of wizards. Detailed regulations and obligations have been made, and the foundation of the foundation is school education..."

"Professor Bagshot," said Professor McGonagall, dissatisfied.With the honor of Hogwarts at stake, she couldn't shut herself up, but said fiercely, "Maybe I'm ignorant—but I've never heard of this law."

"Because it has never been circulated in the UK, and it has also suffered a devastating blow abroad." Grindelwald raised his voice slightly, and said unhurriedly: "And another reason is that the code has another name. , a name that is not allowed to exist, a name that has been erased by history, "Grindelwald's Code."

"Hiss!" Professor McGonagall inhaled heavily, dropped the fork on the plate, her eyes widened, "Mr. Bagshot, we never mention this man!"

"Never mention it." Grindelwald repeated in a low voice, slowly raising the goblet, "Can you see the whole world with your eyes closed, ma'am?"

(End of this chapter)