A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 631 Detention
In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the students moved.

Tables were piled into corners, leaving a large area in the middle.For the next few minutes, the classroom was chaotic, and no one wanted to be the one with the wand pointed at the back of the head. Harry and Ron pushed each other for a long time. In the end, Ron won by virtue of his height and physical strength, and Harry was pushed to the front , Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Neville standing next to him with his mouth flattened, with an expression of rushing to the execution ground.

"Prepare—students in the front row cast a supersensitivity spell on themselves—"

Harry ignored the others, pointed his wand at himself, and whispered the spell.In an instant, his senses became extremely sharp, and countless details that he ignored before flooded in. Harry was no stranger to this spell, and he quickly blocked unnecessary details, trying his best to capture the threat from behind.Gradually, he 'saw' something, a blurry point of light behind him, it was Ron's wand, and there was something foggy around the tip of the wand.

It occurred to Harry that in the first few lessons, Professor Bagshot had sneered that their spellcasting was 'like shouting to some people's ears'.

Harry involuntarily clenched his wand tightly, his nerves tensed, he was afraid that Ron would forget the professor's request and cast the spell.

This is not unfounded worry. Some students have already lost control of their magic and caused disasters to their companions. In Harry's eyes, those arcs of spells are like sparks that flicker in the darkness. "The failed group changes positions by themselves." Grindelwald said unhurriedly, turning a blind eye to the students who exchanged positions with threatening eyes.Seamus was desperately apologizing to Dean in a low voice, saying that he didn't mean it, but Dean, who was smelling burnt, just sneered at him.Draco Malfoy froze in place, frowning, watching Blaise Zabini guiltily as he limped towards him.

For the next few minutes, the classroom was in chaos.When it was their turn, those students who were unfortunately recruited before, all returned their colors, all kinds of little curses were flying all over the sky, and there were grinning cries of pain everywhere. "Keep quiet, some minor injuries don't matter." Grindelwald said lightly. He had amazing eyesight. Except for a pair of students who lost control of their emotions and were called out with strange heads, everyone else continued to practice tremblingly.

At present, only the group of Harry and Ron, and Neville and Hermione remain unchanged. Hermione is famous for her ability to control magic power. If the professor does not stop, she can maintain it until the end of class. It is hard work Neville, his hair stood on end with nervousness, and he used the Iron Armor Charm several times in vain because of overreaction.

Ron turned his head, and when he saw Draco Malfoy being hit straight by the Petrification Curse and falling face down on the ground, he laughed out loud, and couldn't help shaking his wrist—"Be careful, ha Lee!" Ron yelled suddenly.He didn't need to remind him, Harry had already noticed that the magic power wrapped around the tip of Ron's wand had changed, and at this moment he completely left his half-baked silent spell behind him and shouted, "Armor protection! "

An invisible solid wall formed instantly.

Harry's Iron Armor Charm was so powerful that seven or eight students around him were pushed away, and the classroom was instantly turned upside down.Harry opened his eyes and saw that Neville was pressing Justin underneath, the two of them moaned "Ouch", he hurried forward to help them up.It wasn't until this time that Grindelwald walked over slowly and removed the various curse effects on the students one by one.

"Continue after a 10-minute break," he said calmly.

"That sucks." Ron grinned when the students came out of the classroom an hour later, "The class is such a mess, and the professor doesn't care about it." With a whip, that's Ernie MacMillan's Stinging Charm.

Harry said nothing.His walking posture is a bit strange, as if he can't use his strength.After the break, Professor Bagshot asked them to rotate their opponents. His Esperation spell was good, and he blocked the spells behind him several times, but in the last 5 minutes of the class, Draco Malfoy behind him hadn't waited. There was a movement, and a spell came out of nowhere and hit Harry directly.After that, Draco also 'accidentally' missed, and the two soft leg curses were superimposed, making Harry's legs as soft as noodles.

Hermione tidied her hair angrily, and the thing became like a devil vine, tangled into a furry ball, even if Hermione looked at it for a long time with the mirror conjured by the magic wand, she couldn't figure it out.

"Professor Bagshot would love that, I suppose!" she said sharply.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Think about it," she said, "what does he wish for?"

"Exercising our Sense Charms to spot dangers from dark places," Harry said, and then a little bit of understanding, "You mean he did it on purpose? Deliberately not maintaining order? How is that possible..."

"How can practice be more effective in actual combat?" Hermione said preemptively.At this time, several junior wizards passed by them, covered their mouths and pointed at her, which made her temper worse.Finally she left Harry and Ron to go back to the girls' dormitory.

"Don't you still have an arithmetic and divination class?"

"Let me walk around with a ball of yarn on my head? No way!" cried Hermione angrily. "I hate Daphne Greengrass!" She ran away, leaving Harry and Ron looking at each other, Ron Said frankly to Harry: "She described it very accurately, it really looks like a ball of yarn. I think it was Crookshanks who inspired her."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny suddenly appeared.

She stretched out her hand and pulled Luna over, who was looking dazed, as if to prevent her from getting lost. "Hello." Luna greeted with a somewhat ethereal voice, her eyes followed Hermione's leaving back, obviously very interested.

Harry's face was a little hot. He suddenly remembered the time with Ginny at Mrs. Puddiffe's teahouse. Arrived.

"Well," Ginny's voice suddenly sounded like a mosquito, her cheeks flushed, "Ha, Harry, Luna has something to tell you, Luna?"

Luna was chatting with Ron. "I like Hermione's new hairstyle," she said, "I just don't know if it's going to be a hassle to deal with."

"Oh, it's easy, you just need to master the knotting spell," Ron replied.

"Luna!" Ginny called.

"Oh," Luna came back to her senses, and she said generously, "I want to ask you for a favor."

"No problem," said Harry, looking at Luna, surprised to see that the eccentric girl had new adornments, hair ornaments made of colorful stones wrapped around her hair, neck, and wrists. Bracelets and necklaces, Harry felt, these things would not be too eye-catching only if they were worn on Luna, probably because her own temperament was already very prominent.

"I want to learn a Parseltongue," Luna said.

"O-what?" Harry cried, and Ron, who was asking Ginny why he was blushing, turned his head sharply, his neck twisted awkwardly, as if he was the one who had the Knotting Charm.He had a look of disbelief, but Ginny was very calm, as if she had known about this for a long time, her eyes rolled.

"Snake-snake-tongue." Luna said, she seemed to mistakenly think that Harry didn't hear clearly, so she deliberately spoke at full speed, and her mouth shapes were very standard.

"Oh, Luna, I know what Parseltongue is," Harry said with a headache, "I mean... well, which one do you want to learn?" had a hunch.

"Turn on." Luna spoke again very slowly.

Harry's heart sank.

Open.This is the key to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the two of them want to go to the Chamber of Secrets!Harry felt that his guess was correct, and he stared at Ginny. Ginny had already turned her head away, sneaking a guilty glance at Harry out of the corner of her eye.

Harry was troubled, and more importantly, he still didn't know why Luna suddenly wanted to go to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, was it because of what Ginny said?He could only fool around for a while, "Well——I have to think about it carefully, there will be ancient runes this afternoon... Cough, I mean Potions class..."

Luna stared at him for a while, "Okay, then this weekend, okay?"

Harry nodded numbly.

Luna bounced away.Ginny also wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but was left behind by Harry, who wanted to find out what was going on.Ginny looked dejected, and they walked all the way to the lounge, "We tried many methods, asked Fred and George for secret passages, asked the centaur Firenze for divination, and even advertised on the "Wall of Mystery" tabloid— —That’s how Luna’s little pebbles came about, and she actually likes it!”

"Don't change the subject," said Harry.

Ginny rolled his eyes at him, and whispered, "Okay...to find the resurrection stone."

……

When Hermione came back from her arithmetic and divination class, she saw Harry, Ron, and Ginny gathered together with expressionless faces, and the atmosphere was serious. She asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?" She thought about it for a while. What happened in two days, said: "Aren't you still struggling with Carlotta Pinkstone?"

"It's worse than that. Hermione," said Ron grimly. "We don't think we'll have much chance of seeing Carlotta Pinkstone in person, unless you count the three Chocolate Frog cards under my suitcase. To be honest, I had already forgotten about her."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked curiously.

When Ginny whispered about her and Luna's efforts to find the resurrection stone during this period, Harry, who had heard it once, was inevitably distracted. He began to think about the feasibility of this matter. Angry because he, Ron, and Hermione nearly died there in their second year - even though they turned out to be perfectly safe with three professors around!

In addition, the basilisk is dead, and it is estimated that the materials on its body have been divided and used by the professors. The Ouroboros ring of the Rune Club is made of the scales of the basilisk, and Snape has also published several high-quality articles. research papers.

As for hidden dangers - Harry was confident that Professor Hemp and Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't let them go, so in theory it was safe there.

Harry's attitude began to waver.

After the potions class in the afternoon, Harry once again declined Slughorn's invitation, "I'm going to study in Professor Bagshot's office tonight." He said unhappily, with some hope that Slughorn would Professor Ghorn could stand up for him, so he purposely didn't use 'Quidditch training' as an excuse.

But Professor Slughorn just rolled his eyes a few times, "It's him, I don't know him very well, I always think this person is very..." He stared for a long time, but couldn't find an adjective, he fiddled with The gold button on the vest, murmured uneasily: "It's a pity, isn't it? We'll just have to look for another chance."

So at eight o'clock in the evening, Harry knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor full of resentment.

"Come in, Harry," Grindelwald said.

"Sir, let me explain the mistakes I made in the thesis." Harry said, he turned his eyes away from Grindelwald, and unexpectedly saw an open gift box on the table, which he thought looked familiar.

Grindelwald grinned.

"Think I'm not nostalgic? Harry, I didn't intend to criticize you, yes, there are some points in your paper that seem... naive, but it's not your fault. I'll never forget that afternoon when you told me Lend a helping hand. Not everyone will help an old man who has no one to see. I appreciate it, Harry."

Harry was visibly dazed.

"I, actually... just..." He faltered.

"Kindness." Grindelwald said softly, "I went to you a few times, and I was selfish... I wanted to find out more about Hogwarts, so as to save my chances for my interview. But I overheard your uncle, How did my aunt treat you, she spoke very meanly, several times I wanted to rush in and question them loudly, why did they treat their relatives like this, just because you are a wizard?"

Harry's eyes were red.

"Sir," he whispered, "I'm used to it. When I'm an adult, I'm going to move out."

Grindelwald patted Harry on the shoulder, "I completely understand your embarrassment, even if I asked you to fight back appropriately-this is your right-you gave up because of the kindness in your heart-"

"I can't do magic outside of school," Harry whispered.Suddenly he thought of Dudley.

"We all know that's just an excuse. If a wizard wants revenge, there are countless ways to make them feel miserable. Your kindness forgives them, even if they don't appreciate it, but it's not your fault," Grindelwald emphasized: "It's not your fault."

Harry wiped his eyes.

"I was a saint, kid," Grindelwald said.

"Holy, what? Sir?"

"Saints." Grindelwald said: "Do you know Grindelwald? His followers are called saints, but in fact the word 'followers' is not appropriate, because everyone hopes to change the wizarding world." dreams come together."

"I, I haven't heard much..." Harry said in shame, his eyes suddenly rounded, "Wait! Grindelwald? I thought of it." He tried to recall a passage, "Dumbledore's well-known Contributions include: Defeating in [-]-"

"—Dark Wizard Grindelwald." Grindelwald showed his white teeth and said with an indifferent smile: "This is the impression he left on the world. It is recorded on the chocolate frog card, which does not exist alone, but as a The record of one of the greatest wizards of our time."

Harry didn't know what to say, his mind was in a mess.He tried to sort out the explosive information he had just obtained: Professor Bagshot was once a saint, a follower of the dark wizard Grindelwald... No, it should be said that he was a believer in the idea, so did Professor Bagshot hate Muggles? ?He thought he had found the reason.

Grindelwald looked at Harry calmly.Then he took out his wand, held it to his forehead, and pulled a silvery filament from the tip.

"Professor?" Harry asked quietly.

"Shh." Grindelwald raised his fingers, and he flicked the wand in his hand vigorously, the silver thread was thrown into the air, and then a picture hung in the office.

It seemed like a party.A middle-aged wizard steps onto the stage. He doesn't look like a wizard, but rather a rock star.thought Harry.Then there was empty, fanatical cheering in the picture, and there was a lot of people there, and Harry inexplicably thought of the scene of himself winning the Quidditch championship.

In the frame, the crowd fell silent, the person in the middle of the stage began to give a speech, and Harry was surprised to find that one of his eyes was silver.

"...it's said that I hate non-wizards, Muggles, No-Majs, Momo." Harry looked at Grindelwald, who didn't know what the last word meant. "Various versions of non-magical people," Grindelwald said simply.Harry nodded, and looked up into the air again.

"I don't hate them. I don't."

"I don't fight out of hate. I don't think Muggles are inferior, but something else. Not worthless, but worth something else. Not free to dispose of, but special."

The person in the picture paused and continued.

"The blooming of magic will only be in a very few souls. It will only be granted to those who pursue a higher cause. What a world we will create for all mankind! What we look forward to is freedom and truth—" Said, the The person suddenly looked out of the screen, looked at Harry, and seemed to be talking to him.

"—more love."

Harry was dumbfounded, and couldn't help swallowing.At this time, the picture disappeared, and he felt that there was still more to say.

"Any more?" he asked.

"Sorry," said Grindelwald, "I shouldn't have shown you this, I promised Dumbledore...it might get me into trouble. But last week an old friend approached me and hooked me up. Some memories of it," he said, glancing at the gift box Harry had noticed.

A moment of silence.

"The person in the picture is Grindelwald?" Harry thought for a while and asked.

"That's right." Grindelwald smiled, "Okay, leave him alone, kid. I have to remind you that he was a dark wizard, he had launched many demonstrations, and some people died... let's go back Now to your paper, and with those little problems taken care of, we can chat about magic."

"It can be seen that you are very talented."

(End of this chapter)