A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 628 Hogsmeade Weekend Trip (Ask for a monthly pass at the beginning of the month!)
Slughorn clearly miscalculated.Felix thought as he handed the mead to a stiff-faced Snape.

Slughorn should have been impressed by Severus and Lily's cross-college friendship in that special background during the First Wizarding War. It's no wonder that professors are often well-informed, but what they know is only Floating on the surface rarely touches the deeper conflicts and emotional entanglements among students.

Coupled with the fact that Harry was using old textbooks in class—Harry was not short of money—Eslughorn attached great importance to Harry, and with a little attention, he could find out that the textbook once belonged to Snape.

"It's for you, Harry... oh, I forgot, you're underage." Felix withdrew his outstretched hand.

"Oh, don't be too strict, Felix. It's okay to drink less," said Slughorn with a wink.

He also seemed to realize that the relationship between Snape and Harry was not what he thought, so he changed the subject flexibly, and patted Harry on the shoulder, "It seems that I have kept you by my side for too long, you should go find Your friend, that's right...here, Harry." With that, he picked up a goblet from a tray held by a passing house-elf and handed it carelessly to Harry.

Harry just wanted to leave the land of right and wrong as soon as possible, he thanked him and left quickly.He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he felt those sharp eyes staring at the back of his head move away, and Professor Slughorn's lively voice loomed behind him.

"...Amelia Bones, she did a good job, back then..."

"Harry?" said a familiar voice.

"Neville, why are you here?" Harry asked in surprise. Neville was hiding under a wide golden curtain, with a string of twinkling lanterns hanging above his head, his face was reflected in various colors.

"I, I'm here to rest for a while," Neville said cautiously.

Following his gaze, Harry saw the Greengrass sisters, dressed in beautiful emerald green gowns, surrounded by a small group of people like stars holding the moon.He asked a little puzzled, "What happened to them?"

"They...talked to me." Neville faltered, with a lingering fear on his face.

"Just because of this?"

"Of course—not only, but also Blaise Zabini, Marcus Belby, and even Malfoy!" Neville said with a look of shock, "They behaved very strangely, as if they were different people. He suddenly raised his head, as if frightened by his own words.

Harry understood a little.

"Do you think they were under the Imperius Curse, or replaced with Polyjuice Potion?" he asked softly.

Neville looked carefully at Harry's face, "You know why, don't you?"

"Isn't this the social etiquette they advocate?" Harry said carelessly.

The two looked at each other in silence, Neville looked at Harry's goblet, and asked casually, "Where did you get your juice?"

"Professor Slughorn." Harry said vaguely. He drank the sweet juice and felt his throat was blocked. He took out his wand, turned the glass into a small stool, and sat on it. on top.Neville stared intently at Harry's stool.

"Need help?" Harry asked.

"Thank you so much," said Neville quickly.

So the two simply hid behind the curtain, sat on a small bench and chatted happily.After a few tries, Harry managed to bring a plate of beef pies from the table with a silent spell.

"Would you like some?" Harry asked, holding up a pie.

"Thank goodness, I'm starving." Neville grinned.

The two gobbled it up, eyeing the others in the office.It wasn't until the singing on the ceiling died down that the two came out from the curtain.

"Oh, my God!" Hermione appeared out of nowhere, almost bumping into them. "Where did you come from?" She stared at the suspicious grease stains at the corners of their mouths—Neville was still holding an empty plate—and Looking over their shoulders at the golden curtain behind Harry and Neville.

"Never mind," said Harry, hiccupping, and nonchalantly stretching out a leg to push the little stool into the drapery. "The party is over?"

"I guess..." Hermione said, turning her head away.

At this time, Professor Slughorn walked to the center and said with a smile on his face: "I hope everyone has a good time tonight. I can assure you that this will not be the last time..." The participants left one after another, and Felix Walk down the corridor with Snape and talk quietly.

"What's hidden in classroom seven?" Snape asked bluntly.

Felix raised his eyebrows.

"It was suddenly closed this school year, and the makeshift room next door didn't work very well, and I heard complaints from the students," Snape said, "and...that Professor Bagshot showed interest."

He said a few words, turned and left.

Is this a reminder?Felix thought, as far as he knew, Snape had been keeping a low profile since the beginning of school. It seemed that after Voldemort's downfall, he didn't want to talk to Harry and Dumbledore at all.

When the time came to mid-October, the school finally posted an announcement, confirming the date of the first Hogsmeade weekend.

That morning, Harry woke up early, the sky was dark outside, the wind was howling, he stared at the curtains of the four-poster bed for a long time, but still couldn't fall asleep, so he simply dug out the "Advanced Potion Making" from under the bed Kill time.

Harry had refused to take this embarrassingly embarrassing textbook to Potions ever since that little soiree, which he and Ron had read for two weeks until Ron's little owl Pig brings back new textbooks from Lihen Bookstore.

Since then, he has put the book "Advanced Potion Making" on the shelf - under the bed, to be precise.

It was saved by Hermione's words as she crammed rune symbols into a ghost book. "Assessed objectively, this book is actually good, not to mention that there are many notes of Professor Haipu on it."

Harry figured to himself that the book fell into his hands only because he was the only one who could barely make out Snape's sticky, messy notes, which he had been responsible for sorting out during the OWLs last school year. Useful notes, and by the time the new school year starts, its value is greatly diminished.

Harry flipped the book open from the middle back, staring at the spell written in the margins - God's Edge and Shadow, with the simple words "To the Enemy" underneath.In fact, there are more than that, there are two different fonts under it, and the comments are given in neat small characters.

One of the notes is on the spell itself: the cutting spell, which can be cast quickly and silently; with a little practice, it can cut off people's heads, and it works better on stones and metals.The anti-curse is quick healing, read it three times (approved by the inventor of the spell himself).

It was this passage that once made Harry flinch.

And under Professor Haip's comment, there was also Hermione's comment (it can be seen that she was very annoyed at the time), 'Poor speech, do boys at that age have violence in their minds?And I'm pretty sure it's an illegal spell...'

Harry grinned silently.He could well imagine what Hermione was feeling when he wrote this, but while he wasn't sure why the professor would think of cutting off a human head - Harry found the idea horrifying - it didn't matter to him. He was undoubtedly a blatant warning.

Professor Haipu also left quite different comments on other handwritten spells——

Toenail Growth Charm (little jinx, nice comedic effect); Fuchsia (make sure your opponent is wearing pants, or not, depending on how much you hate him); Shut your ears and listen to spells (must have in the library, another Hermione's note: Got you, Professor!); and the Jaw-Clipping Charm (the effect is to stick the tongue to the roof of the palate, which can be used to assist in the practice of silent casting).

Harry stared at the instructions for the Sticky Jaw Charm, and for a moment his thoughts wandered elsewhere.Is this mantra useful for practicing Animagus?Sirius had given them a particularly dodgy suggestion: use the Stunning and Petrifying Charms to prevent unintentional swallowing (or chewing) of Mandrake leaves while sleeping.With the Sticky Jaw Charm added, Harry thought, day and night would be nothing to worry about...

Harry shook his head vigorously, it was definitely a bad idea.

The time to learn Animagus is set after Halloween. Including him, Ron and Hermione, there are a total of more than a dozen students who meet the requirements.They have nearly a month to learn the theory, and then take their first try over Christmas, which minimizes the difficulty of speaking.

In the morning, the students lined up in a long line. Under the envious eyes of the junior wizards, they passed Filch's review and went to Hogsmeade to play.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked at the oak door.

"Still fiddling with her rune book, she can't wait to fill it up," said Harry, looking around.

"Well, it looks like it's just the two of us today," Ron sighed, but he perked up quickly. "How about Zoko first? Fred and George's after that, and Literary House, I need to replenish some quills, and finally go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink..."

"Well, actually—" Harry looked at Ron with some embarrassment.

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny appeared from behind them, and patted Harry on the shoulder happily, "Let's go."

Ron stared and shouted incredulously, "You want to come with us?"

Ginny raised her beautiful eyebrows, stepped forward to take Harry's arm, and looked at Ron in demonstration.Harry was so weird that he wanted to withdraw his arm quietly, but Ginny insisted on not letting go.

"I think," she said, looking straight at Ron, "that now is the time to be a good brother."

Ron was dumbfounded.

"Are you still going?" Filch looked at them and growled viciously.

"Go!" Ginny turned her head, her hair rose in the air like flames for a moment, and she dragged Harry away.Harry had never felt this way before: the road from school to Hogsmeade was too long, and he didn't feel the joy of a date at all. Although Ginny was next to him, the gruff voice behind him reminded him He, Ron, never went far.

"Where are we going first?" Ginny said cheerfully.

"Uh... how about going to Zuko first?" Harry racked his brains.

"and then?"

"I think . . . we could go to Fred and George's shop," said Harry slowly. "We might run into them."

"Good idea! What else?"

"...Go to the Literary House to buy some quills, and finally go to the warm Three Broomsticks for a drink. What's the plan?" Ron asked sullenly, suddenly.

"Oh, that sucks," said Ginny in disgust.

They parted at the entrance of Hogsmeade - Ginny glared at Ron, refusing to let go, despite Ron's displeasure. "Who's going on a date with my sister?" Ron muttered and stomped away.

Harry and Ginny arrive at Zuko, but the place has been boarded up.

"Oh, that's bad." When they turned and walked towards 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes', Harry suddenly called out and led Ginny into a side road.

"What's the matter?" Ginny looked behind her with her head probed.

"It's Professor Slughorn." Harry said nervously, and Ginny chuckled in his ear, making Harry's heart itch, and he completely forgot about Ron, leaving Ron alone Blow off the cold air in the street—"How about we go have a cup of tea at Mrs. Puddife's Tea House?" Harry asked bravely.

It is a recognized dating site for Hogwarts lovers.

Ginny looked at him, stars seemed to twinkle in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked in confusion, his face was a little hot, he didn't know if his little thoughts had been discovered.

Ginny laughed, "Okay." She straightened up and smoothed her messy hair.

There were already a lot of people sitting in the teahouse. When they entered, everyone stared at them. Two little girls in the corner pouted. Among them, the girl with protruding chin and long black hair was chatting with her companions. What.

"Leave them alone," Ginny said haughtily, dragging Harry inside, but they went around the smoky room without finding an empty place.The two junior girls were already about to leave, but at this moment they sat back generously, crossed their arms in unison, and frowned at Ginny.

"That's Romilda Vane, she's at the club discussing how to give you a love potion," said Ginny, looking around anxiously, hoping to free up a pair of seats.

"What?" Harry was startled.

"Oh, don't make a fuss, some ideas are quite interesting." Ginny said casually, and then her eyes lit up, "Let's go over there!"

Harry murmured to himself. He thought the situation was obvious. Ginny was there at the time, but instead of stopping her, she also got involved, at least hearing a lot of 'interesting ideas'.This made him very annoyed, and then he thought of a key question, the club?what club?

An ominous shadow cast over Harry's heart. Maybe he should find an opportunity to talk to the Creevey brothers about the management of the club. For safety reasons, this matter must be urgent...

They came to the place by the window, where two people just stood up, one of them was an old woman with a delicate face, who was buttoning up her coat elegantly, and then she handed a gift box to Daphne Greengrass.

Harry saw the delicate smile on Daphne's face again, to which he was allergic.

"...Help me hand it over to him."

Daphne nodded, and the two walked out of Mrs. Puddife's teahouse and separated from each other.

On the other hand, Ron wandered aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmeade, sucking on a licorice wand, full of complaints.Then he saw an old woman in gray ragged clothes go by. Ron glanced at it and didn't take it seriously, but the bumbling fellow following the old woman caught his attention.

"Hey! Don—" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

Suddenly, a wand was pressed against his lower back.

"One more word and I'll kill you."

(End of this chapter)