A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 623 Key Figures
10 minutes passed quickly.

The get out of class bell rang, and the students turned their heads silently, looking at the three professors behind them.This was the first time they encountered such an occasion. The professors who attended the class disappeared, but the number of professors in other subjects far exceeded the standard.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the back of the room. "You can leave now, students. As for the homework—" She tightened her lips, her gaze under the square-rimmed glasses was slightly hesitant, and she was obviously unwilling to do it for her, especially since she was not satisfied with the class .

"You can ask the professor yourself," Felix interjected, "but it's a good idea to keep the mystery until the next class."

Professor McGonagall's protests were instantly drowned out by cheers and the noise of packing things up. Almost in the blink of an eye, the classroom was one-third empty. Several members of the frontline observation station were agile and skilled, and took the lead. rushed out.

"Oh, er—" Hermione stood at the door looking around, as if expecting to see the new professor come back at the last minute, but her roommates, Lavender and Parvati, carried her away.

There was applause from the corridor.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was in disarray—the chairs were crooked and papers were flying.Professor McGonagall gave Felix a serious look, but obviously she had more important things to deal with. She tapped her wand on a piece of parchment written all over it, and the parchment folded automatically, and she stuffed it into the pocket.

Felix glanced at the parchment, which was full of Grindelwald's outrageous remarks in class.The transfiguration professor seemed to be the most prepared person, and he estimated that Professor McGonagall would show up in the principal's office with this evidence soon.

Grindelwald is indeed rebellious.

Felix couldn't help thinking.What he said only needs to change a few words, and it will become a good wizard's declaration of preparations for war against Muggles, and the sudden transition from festive celebration to cold-eyed hostility is even more magical, grasping people's hearts and emotions. quite accurately.

But he also annoyed Dumbledore for it.Although in the end his attitude was obviously withdrawn, none of the four professors who came to listen to the class today was a fool and could understand the implied meaning.

When Professor McGonagall's plaid robes disappeared, Snape raised his upper lip and looked at Felix maliciously.

"You have a competitor."

Felix rolled his eyes. "You also said that it's just a competitor. I'm not the only one in trouble with him, maybe he's being trained in the cold wind right now." He speculated equally maliciously.Grindelwald's misinterpretation of the original meaning of his book today undoubtedly made Felix remember another thing in his heart.

To sum it up, the relationship between the two has ups and downs.When it’s good, you can open up your heart, talk about the world without any scruples, and exchange views on the current situation in depth;

One said that the other party was naive and irresponsible; the other secretly asked the other party how to kill [-] believers.

On top of the Astronomy Tower.

This is the highest place in Hogwarts Castle, with a wide view. It is usually only open when students are in astronomy class at night, and few people come during the day.

So it's also a good place to talk.

Standing by the wall of the tower, Dumbledore overlooked most of Hogwarts Castle and the Forbidden Forest from a height. It had just rained yesterday, so it was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly, with no cloud or mist blocking his view.

Grindelwald stared at his back, as if he was thinking about how to push Dumbledore from a height.

But he just paced past slowly, the light of memory shining in his eyes.

The two were at a low point when they first met-of course not referring to Godric's Hollow-Dumbledore's mother had just died at that time, and Grindelwald was expelled from school for engaging in dangerous black magic research. It may be a good thing for him, because Grindelwald didn't think he could learn anything from school, he just felt a little depressed, and rushed to the place where his aunt lived in seclusion without stopping.

It is said that clues about the Deathly Hallows are hidden there.

No matter what, he was going to try.Not to mention, his great-aunt Bathilda Bagshot, who wrote A History of Magic, was a huge help with intelligence.

But what Grindelwald never expected was that his aunt would introduce him to an equally talented boy, Dumbledore who had just graduated and was full of sorrow and nowhere to go.They hit it off and hit it off like fire and pot. The two young people who were only one year apart came together because of their dream of establishing a new order of wizards and their unparalleled talents. The blood alliance made a vow of 'never hurt each other'.

But the relationship came to an abrupt end at the apex.

Since then, the love-hate entanglement between them has spanned nearly a century, influencing each other at important nodes in each other's life, like a pair of inseparable gears, while killing each other's lives, they have also imprinted a deep and eternal brand.

Now, they are all old.

"You brought me here just to see the scenery?" Grindelwald asked slowly.

"You should know that people have just emerged from the shadow of war, and peace is hard-won." Dumbledore said calmly.

The corner of Grindelwald's mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc, and he stood side by side with Dumbledore, watching with him the students who were only the size of a matchbox crossing the field, the stone bridge, and the figures flashing by the window as they passed the castle corridor.

"False peace. You and I know it well, Dumbledore, or you wouldn't have let me stay - speaking of it, it was easier than I thought to convince you, I just showed you the image, and you almost I immediately agreed."

Grindelwald turned his head slightly to look at Dumbledore.

On the Astronomy Tower, Dumbledore let out a sigh, he closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes became clear.

"Isn't that what you were hoping for?" he said. "You didn't even forget to remind me in class - or threaten - to use that big anti-wizard march you saw in sight. Maybe Because the people of the International Federation of Wizards make you feel threatened, and you are asking me for more rights."

"They humiliated me and you just watched!"

"This is the only way to get them to agree to your stay at school." Dumbledore said solemnly.

This happened on the day Felix left for the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during the summer vacation. The International Federation of Wizards secretly sent a team to conduct a strict inspection and evaluation of Grindelwald's physical condition.

A moment of silence.

"Just one year?" Grindelwald asked suddenly.

"Just one year," said Dumbledore.

"Oh, I see," Grindelwald grinned, showing his straight teeth that didn't match his face, "You must be dissatisfied with the Muggle professors at school."

"Professor Bubaji has done an excellent job," said Dumbledore mildly.

"Really, you mean the flowers and plants she is obsessed with?" Grindelwald sneered, "It may not be a big deal before, but at this time, she is completely unqualified. Look at the old textbooks she uses, no It's a little new, and the understanding of Muggle society seems to be stuck in the last century."

"Caredy needs time."

"But you don't intend to give her time, that's why I'm standing here, Dumbledore, what are you so anxious about?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.When he heard footsteps going away from him, he said coldly, "Remember, Gellert, I can send you back anytime." His footsteps stopped slightly.

"It's so ruthless."

Dumbledore was alone in the Astronomy Tower.After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, recalling in his mind the prophecy picture that Grindelwald showed during the interview.

"Rita Skeeter," he murmured, "why did you appear in the parade, and why are you so young, almost the same as now? Does this indicate that the exposure of the wizarding world is inevitable, and within a few years ?”

He took out a black gemstone ring from his capacious robe, put it on his hand, and stroked the surface of the gemstone with his other hand.

A whirlwind rolled into the Astronomy Tower.

"Arianna," he said softly.

……

"Can anyone tell me," said Ron, swaggering down on an ottoman in the common room, "that we're in the same class, but Hermione is so busy?"

Harry looked up from a piece of parchment to see that Hermione seemed to have buried herself in a stack of thick books - she had disappeared for a while after Defense Against the Dark Arts and returned just like that.

Harry shrugged, he thought it looked like Hermione.

So he lowered his head and continued to think about the selection of Quidditch. At present, there are three old men left in the team-he, the captain and Seeker, the goalkeeper Ron, and the Chaser Katie Bell. Four more people have to be recruited.

Maybe consider letting Ginny in.

Harry thought quietly, and was soon fascinated by the idea.Ginny had had the chance to join the team last year, and she flew quite well, and Harry was confident that she would pass the selection.

But Ginny is in the fifth grade this year, and she has to prepare for the OWLs exam. I wonder if she can spare time?

Harry was writing and drawing on the parchment, and decided to find a chance to ask. It seemed that he hadn't been alone with Ginny for a long time... "Bang!" The book in front of Harry collapsed, revealing Hermione's annoyed face. En shyly withdrew his hand, as if he was going to take out one of the thick books.

"Hermione, you won't get the Time-Turner behind our backs again, will you?" Ron asked first.

"Of course not!" Hermione said, snatching the book back from Ron, "but since there are so many tasks to be done..."

"Mission? Why didn't I see it?"

Hermione said: "Ancient rune papers—" "No need to write, I can meet the requirements of the professor." Ron said triumphantly, "Oh, not now, but have you noticed that people who have succeeded have one thing in common? Features? They all mastered the lighting technique, and I happen to be able to do it too. In fact, I already have a feeling, as long as I practice a little..."

"And Defense Against the Dark Arts—"

"I don't believe anyone would go to Professor Bagshot for homework, that would be asking for trouble." Ron said without thinking, and then looked at Hermione suspiciously, "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

Hermione was puffed up, and she had a strong urge to say yes.

"Besides, you don't know what homework you left now." Ron added.

Harry nodded in agreement, he was going to have Quidditch tryouts over the weekend, so the less homework the first week, the better.

"We can make preparations earlier," Hermione said. "The improvement class of ancient runes is mainly about practice. Just look at Professor Haipu and you can roughly guess what to learn this year, as well as Defense Against the Dark Arts. Don't you think Is the new professor's speech meaningful?"

"You say that," Harry interrupted, empatheticly saying, "a lot of people were discussing that class at lunch." He looked around and said in a low voice, "I feel that Professor Bagshot has Muggle suspicions." Hostile."

Ron suddenly realized, "So, it's a bit... I thought it was just his bad taste."

"It may have something to do with his identity, and he was excluded." Harry guessed, thinking of what happened to Filch.

Then I suddenly had an inspiration, "Maybe Professor Bagshot was attracted by the exclusive magic wand, and the timing is almost right! And he may have suffered a lot in his home country, so he came to England without hesitation after hearing the news—— "

"Is he a foreigner?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Didn't I mention that to you?" said Harry hesitantly. "He said he was from Austria."

"Austria? So he might have graduated from Durmstrang?" Hermione said with interest.

"It's also possible he didn't go to school at all," Ron murmured. "Don't forget, he's a—" he hummed, "Squib."

"Impossible," Hermione categorically vetoed, "You also saw it today, he showed a profound attainment of human body deformation in class, and he used a silent spell! If he is a squib, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this in a short time To what extent—" She looked thoughtfully at the pile of books scattered in front of her eyes, "It is possible that she was injured, some magic experiments have serious sequelae...or are restricted by casting spells."

Soon, lunch break was almost over, and they were going to Potions class.

"Too bad, I don't have any Potions textbook." Ron slapped his forehead, "I thought Snape would be teaching this class this year."

"I have a spare," said Harry.

"Half-Blood Prince?" Ron's eyes lit up, but he immediately frowned, "The handwriting on it is too scribbled, only Professor Haip's notes can still be read."

Neither of them mentioned that the book had once belonged to Snape, but the tacit agreement was that it belonged to Professor Hemp.Harry returned to the dormitory, found the tattered "Advanced Potion Making" from the bottom of the box, and the three of them went to potions class.

"I wonder how the new professor's level is?" Ron muttered.

"It should be good," Harry said, "Headmaster Dumbledore appreciates him."

In fact, they are not unfamiliar with this Professor Slughorn.

Harry had dealt with him during the summer vacation of the fourth grade, and Ron and Hermione were also invited to join Slughorn's small party on the Hogwarts Express train this year, but the result was nothing but stuffed fruit In addition to candied fruit, it is to listen to the professor talk about the outstanding students he has taught and the achievements they have made now.

So the three of them still don't know anything about the teaching level of the new professor.

……

In the evening, Felix completed today's teaching tasks.

He returned to the office, "Remember to watch the house." He said to Varen, then pushed open the door of the bedroom, followed the magic link into classroom seven.Voldemort was still floating lifelessly in mid-air, and ouroboros was slowly turning, because Harry had injected a new Patronus last night, and ouroboros seemed to be in high spirits.

Felix sat cross-legged on the empty floor.

When he opened his eyes again, he had appeared quite abruptly at the door of an empty, undecorated hut. A boy was sitting on an iron bed covered with blankets, reading a book in his hand.

This is Wu's Orphanage, and that boy is Voldemort who has not yet entered school.

"Hello, Tom," Felix walked to the bed, he hesitated, and said, "I'm Professor Dumbledore."

(End of this chapter)