A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 632 A New Beginning, Seventeen Rules of Runes

When Harry came out, his head was still dazed, as if his consciousness were still stuck in Professor Bagshot's office.They sat on the soft sofa cushions, reflecting the red and flickering fire in the fireplace, chatting about their views on magic.

Professor Bagshot's theoretical knowledge is very profound.It is comprehensive, but not too wordy, and can always use some exquisite demonstrations to clearly show personal ideas.Compared to that, Harry felt like he was slurring his speech and his mind was a mess.

This thought frustrates him, since he has also taught spells to many students in the Frontline Lookout Club.

Harry couldn't help but compare himself to the professors he had been exposed to in this class.

In the first and second grades, he met Quirrell and Lockhart, but he failed to learn much useful knowledge from these two people.

Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort at the time, and he may have been planning how to capture the Philosopher's Stone all day long, and he was not in the mood to give lectures.Because it is said that his theoretical knowledge is quite solid, this statement has certain credibility. Harry has experienced the curse that Quirrell cast on the broomstick; of course, it may also be that Quirrell has been corrupted. Always upside down, neurotic.

When Harry first knew that he was a Horcrux, he was suspicious for a while, suspecting that he would grow a face with the same style as Quirrell on the back of his head.

And the other—Lockhart—had nothing but the Oblivion Curse, and was suffering in Azkaban right now.But Harry had to admit that if he had to compare the splendor of the class, Lockhart would definitely be better, because instead of stuttering, he was full of emotion and full of emotion when he read the text and performed without physical objects. Quirrell, who can't even speak well, is much better.

Harry thought fairly that watching Lockhart bouncing up and down was a bit of a stress reliever when he wasn't using himself as a prop to play some crazy character.

Harry really received a serious Defense Against the Dark Arts education, it should be from Professor Damocles Belby (if you don't count the dueling club).

Professor Belby is a master of potions and has developed Wolfsbane Potion. To some extent, his and Snape's choices are just the opposite.Though Professor Belby himself had said that he had come to fill in the gap, Harry still found his series of defense lessons around the Forbidden Forest useful.

In the third grade, the students welcomed Professor Lupine.I don't know if there are extra subjective emotions mixed in, Harry thinks this is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he has ever met, Remus has a gentle personality and a friendly attitude towards students, and because of his hidden werewolf identity, Lu Ping has encountered and dealt with many difficult dark creatures and evil magic. "I'm part of them," Lupine said bitterly once, and Harry vehemently opposed the idea.The reasoning was that many students still miss him dearly—it was the fourth grade, they were tortured by Moody's teaching methods, and "Maybe Professor Hemp asked you to go and save some advertising money!"

Harry's perception of Professor Moody was also complicated, because he knew that part of his admiration and yearning for the legendary Auror was actually faked by the Death Eater Crouch Jr., but he decided not to dig into the horns. Also learned a lot about how to deal with dark wizards, and absolutely reliable.

Last year's professor of the class was Sirius (in a recent contact, Sirius said he had seen Rita Skeeter on Muggle TV broadcasting the news about mad cow disease).Harry guessed that Sirius should also have special tasks as a professor—such as training students to deal with emergencies and actual combat under the threat of the shadow of war.Students in Harry's year generally feel comfortable taking OWLs practical exams.

As for Professor Bagshot—Harry's heart sank, probably because he was once a saint, and he had a lot of hostility towards Muggles, or in other words, 'discriminatory treatment'.Harry thought of the speech he had seen today. Obviously, Grindelwald believed that wizards and Muggles were two different groups, and the two were in a competitive relationship.

Isn't there a secrecy law?

A voice in Harry's head asked himself, what if the law of secrecy fails?He couldn't think of a solution at all, and it weighed heavily on his heart.A sudden gust of cold wind whipped snowflakes against his face, and Harry raised his eyes to see that the windows in the corridor were open.

He stepped forward, some tiny ice crystals stuck to the window sill, his fingers were icy cold, he knew winter was coming—"What are you doing?" Filch appeared suddenly, holding a glowing special wand in his hand.

"Close the window," said Harry.

"Lights are going to be turned off soon, and still wandering around the castle, I suspect..." Filch said in a cold, threatening tone. Mrs. Norris, hiding in the shadow of her master, was comfortably rubbing against Filch's head. trousers.

"So it's not curfew yet?" Harry called loudly. "Thanks for the reminder!" He strode away, and Filch's gasping voice came from behind him, and he heard Filch murmuring A spell was cast, and the window slammed shut.

Some relationships are hard to improve.Harry thought as he climbed the stairs, he thought of Draco Malfoy, they were destined to be difficult to be friends, there was too much grudges in the way, unless some irresistible factors forced them together - such as class Group training.

Thinking that in another two years, the two of them might not have any contact with each other after graduation, Harry couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.In his mind, Hogwarts was the first place he felt like home.

The next day, at the dining table in the auditorium.

"So, Professor Bagshot didn't punish you at all, and even discussed magic with you?" Ron's tone seemed a little jealous.

"Yeah," said Harry, and he told Ron and Hermione about last night's experience (without the saints) while eating the porridge.

"He's not that unreasonable." Ron smacked and said, his attitude towards Professor Bagshot improved a lot, and even Hermione was slightly surprised, "But why did he keep you in detention?"

"My thesis does have quite a few problems," said Harry, shrugging.

It didn't occur to him that he would make excuses for Professor Bagshot, but he really didn't want to reveal that the Professor had been a saint, and that was all in the past, wasn't it?Propaganda would only put Professor Bagshot in an embarrassing situation. He thought of Remus' identity as a werewolf. When Remus confessed to them, he handed in his resignation not long after.

"By the way, Hermione," Harry asked pretending to be casual, "How much do you know about Grindelwald?"

Although he was trying to downplay it as much as possible, Hermione took a breath, "Why did you suddenly ask this?" "Uh, because... when I was eating chocolate frogs in Professor Bagshot's office yesterday—" "He Would you like some snacks?" Ron interrupted. "—Yeah, I drew a Dumbledore card. You know, we know Nick Flamel, but we don't know much about Grindelwald's past."

Hermione frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking seriously.

"Harry, there are very few research materials about Grindelwald, oh, it's not that they didn't mention it, I mean, there's very little about him, his childhood, his upbringing, etc... he seems to be Suddenly he became a well-known figure, instigating riots everywhere, disrupting local order, and creating all kinds of sensational violent incidents. It's all on record..."

Hermione talked on and on, but stopped when she saw Harry's expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked uneasily.

"Is there any record of his speech?" Harry asked softly, trying not to make the point of his words so obvious, as if it was just a whim of curiosity, "I think he should be a very attractive person, after all, he can Pulling up such a large army of wizards..."

Hermione shook her head, and she whispered, "I don't know."

"So all we know is that he's a powerful dark wizard, provocative, and—he's got the Deathly Hallows symbol as his signature," Ron concluded. Dumbledore defeated."

After speaking, he continued to deal with the fried eggs and sausages on his plate, obviously not paying attention to this matter.Harry didn't want to attract attention, so for the next two days, he just took the opportunity to check the reference books, stood by the bookshelves in the library, picked up the few books Hermione mentioned, and quickly browsed through them.

From the point of view in the book, Grindelwald is a terrible person, a great enemy who destroys the cornerstone of the stability of the wizarding world.

On Thursday evening, Harry accidentally saw Luna walking through the field, dressed in a fashionable way, and he suddenly realized that it was almost the weekend and he hadn't given Luna an answer.Ron and Hermione had opposing views on the matter.

"Why are we going to the stinking sewers?" Ron scrunched up his face. "Not to mention the girls' bathroom—I don't want to deal with Myrtle again."

"You don't have to go," said Hermione.

"Leave Ginny alone? Mum will kill me if she finds out," Ron cried.

That's right, the content of their discussion has changed, not whether to teach Luna the Parseltongue, but whether to take time to accompany them to search in the secret room.Harry didn't want to go from the bottom of his heart, because this adventure was doomed to fail, and Dumbledore was wearing the real Resurrection Stone!
"...you don't know how much you have been training recently. Perks and Gut privately called you a tyrant," Ron said to Harry, who was dumbfounded. "Yeah," Ron nodded understandingly, "thankfully Katie Bell lecturing them on how he tortured players when Wood was around, and you're better off than him."

"Maybe I should train a little more so they don't have time to gossip," said Harry through gritted teeth.

Ron winced.

"Let's find a night, go and come back quickly." Harry made up his mind and said, Hermione raised her eyebrows, "If I understand correctly, you want a night tour--" "Yeah," said Harry. You finally know' expression, "Anyway, it's not the first time, it's not so bad. I can't delay two days of Quidditch training on the weekend." He emphasized.

"I think it's fine," said Ron, "and I don't want to sneak into the girls' bathroom during the day. I'm a prefect now. If something goes wrong, it's going to be a lot of fun."

Harry also thought of the possibility of being discovered by Mafalda and her bees (some people call the little wizard who works part-time in the "Mystery Wall" tabloid), and instantly drew up a sensational headline in his mind, 'Gryffindor class Chang and the team captain's eccentricity, he felt cold all over, and his thoughts became more determined.

"Tomorrow night!"

Harry told Ginny the news later, and during breakfast the next day, Luna happily ran over to thank him, almost slipping the tongue, scaring Harry into using the Jaw Charm.Luna stammered and was pulled away by Ginny.

After breakfast, they went to the Ancient Magic Text class, which has now entered a new stage.

"The progress is a little faster than I expected," Felix said, "It may be related to several large-scale detentions..." The students below all stared at the professor. "...we learned something new today."

He stopped talking suddenly, and looked around the classroom, "Who didn't come to class?"

The students began to look around, and Pansy Parkinson raised her hand.

"Professor, Daphne took leave of absence and is now in the school hospital."

"What's the reason?"

"It is said that scurvy powder was mistaken for parsley powder and added to food by mistake, causing symptoms of mild encephalitis." Pansy said, she sat with Blaise Zabini, and the two behaved intimately.

"It's just a headache, a slight disturbance of consciousness..." Felix said, Pansy was a little dazed, why did he describe the symptoms again?
"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is."

But this symptom is not only caused by mistaken consumption of scurvy.Maybe, Felix thought, the Confusion and Forgetting Charms.

What a coincidence.

Generally speaking, the aftereffects of the confusion spell are very mild. If it only interferes with the mind of the victim for a second or two, it will not even cause any reaction, but if it is under the control of the spell for a long time—such as old Crouch, He was under the influence of the Confusion Curse and Imperius Curse for a long time, and finally became unconscious and had to receive professional treatment.

A figure emerged in Felix's mind, the saint who followed Grindelwald's trail, Nicole Noel.Felix had previously suspected that she might be the real owner of Bundy the house-elf, so she had no doubts that she could contact Grindelwald, but now it seems that she should use Daphne Greengrass to pass the news.

Whether this is the case or not, you will know when you go to the school hospital after class.

This also reminds Felix that the saints are not harmless little white rabbits. They used to be well-organized and have a clear division of labor, which is far from being measured by the dimension of "force".The same thought came to Harry, who knew even more than Felix—he had seen Daphne meet a strange woman and receive a gift box, which ended up in Paris. In Professor Sartre's office.

It's just that Harry thought at the time that the old woman in the trench coat might be some of Daphne's elders.He looked at Professor Haip. He should know something, right?But the professor has already started lecturing.

"...I'm glad to see that most people have mastered the technique of manifesting the practical rune wandless, and thus gained some flexible spellcasting methods, but this is not the point," Felix said: "A single ancient Runes are not very good in terms of power or adaptability, and there are better spells to replace them."

"Next, you will come into contact with the extremely practical content of the ancient runes, a technique derived from the runes circuit. Is there anyone willing to cooperate with the demonstration? Bonus points—"

Several arms went up.

"Anthony Goldstein." Felix called a Ravenclaw boy by name.

Goldstein stood in front a little nervously.

With a wave of Felix's hand, more than a dozen rune symbols appeared out of thin air, and they were closely integrated with each other. "Try to catch it," Felix said encouragingly, and Goldstein reached out his hand—the student below held his breath to watch carefully—his fingertips touched the string of snapped rune circuits.

The string of runes seemed to be attracted by Goldstein, actively blended into his skin, and drilled up along his fingers. Goldstein was startled, rolled up his sleeves, and was surprised to find that the string of runes seemed to be some kind of imprint branded on the skin of the wrist.

Goldstein blinked.

"Professor? This is..."

He was a little worried that the thing on his wrist could not be removed, but in the next second, he felt that his body became light and light, and he just tiptoed, and the whole body flew towards Professor Haipu. Professor Haipu dodged, and he went straight Jump to the window.

"Don't use too much force," Felix reminded him.

"What?" Goldstein asked in a hurry, he stretched out his hand and blocked it vigorously on the wall, and as a result, the whole person seemed to have no weight, ejected in the opposite direction at an extremely fast speed, and brushed against Professor Haipu And the time was caught.

Goldstein's feet hit the ground.

"Try again," he heard the professor say to him.

Goldstein took a breath excitedly, "I seem to have figured out a trick." His current state is a bit like being hit by a floating spell, but he won't be completely out of control of his movements.

He stood still and jumped lightly.In the next second, he found himself jumping into the air with his head brushing against the ceiling. The students below looked very short and looked at him eagerly. He couldn't help laughing out loud.

He floated down in mid-air, like a feather, and had time to greet his good friends one by one.

Felix grabbed his wrist and made him stand firm. When he took his hand away, Goldstein found that the rune on his wrist was gone, and his whole body seemed very heavy, almost sitting on the ground.

"You can go back, Mr. Goldstein. Ten points for Ravenclaw."

"A rune circuit that reduces the weight of objects." Felix said with satisfaction: "It is generally used on rune creations, but why can't it be used on the human body? You should have come into contact with the deformation of the human body, right?" Some in the classroom The student nods.

"You can imagine the rune circuit as a solidified spell—of course, what you will learn next is all carefully selected and created by me. You will find that it can be applied not only to items, as long as you follow the seventeen rules 'Rules of Rune', which will also be part of the daily spellcasting."

"Moreover, it has its own unique advantages, such as long maintenance time, difficult to crack and target, higher degree of concealment, etc."

(End of this chapter)