A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 647 Success or Failure
The new semester started, Dean and Seamus came back, and Harry was the happiest person. He finally didn't have to face the deadly silent dormitory alone, and began to look forward to the arrival of the first night.

As a result, after the dinner that day, Harry was called to Professor Haip's office to add emotional nourishment to the Ouroboros in classroom seven.After witnessing the intimidating and beautiful Ouroboros swallowing his stag Patronus once again, Harry asked Professor Haip, "That... is Riddle okay?"

He didn't know if Tom Riddle had already learned the Patronus Charm. Thinking that this matter had something to do with him, Harry couldn't bear the strangeness in his heart.

"That depends on how you define it." Felix said: "He is on the right path, but if you ask him himself, he probably won't be happy, and he may lose his temper."

"Professor, do you really think he can get better?"

At least Harry didn't believe it. He felt that instead of having unnecessary expectations for Voldemort, he might as well say to the Patronus of ouroboros, work hard, you have a great responsibility.

"Good and bad are compared. I just hope he is not too bad."

"Would it work? I mean...to my um..." Harry faltered, trying not to think about the fact that he was one of the Horcruxes, which made him feel dirty.

"It's hard to say, Harry, it's really hard to say." Felix hesitated rarely, "Memory can't be compared with a real soul. I've been trying to help Riddle grow up, but... you know we still have Are there two intact Horcruxes?" He changed the question.

"Locket, gold cup," said Harry.

"That's right, there are two pieces of Voldemort's remnant soul hidden there, I hope Riddle can absorb a small piece of soul, or all of it, before merging with the main body's soul." Felix said: "Memory needs a carrier to function. "

Harry was shocked by the audacity of the idea, but even without knowing much about Horcruxes he could hear how difficult the plan would be.

"What if..."

"Then I will suggest that Dumbledore completely seal it up and use all means to turn Voldemort into an idiot." Felix said coldly, "Unless Dumbledore has other methods, or wait a few decades for me to regain full confidence, otherwise……"

He looked at Harry, and Harry immediately understood that if what the professor said happened, he might live forever with a piece of Voldemort's soul, and the matter would not be over until the day he died.

Harry was almost certain of this, because Voldemort had made a living Horcrux once - using a serpent, and the last piece of the soul dissipated with the serpent's death.

Harry trudged back to the dormitory.

His own death would destroy Voldemort's hope of life, he told himself.But who wants to die if they can survive?He still has so many bonds, he hasn't seen the wedding of Sirius and Ms. Burns, they may have children, and Lupine and Tonks, he may be godfather to some children, and Ginny , Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna...

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not unacceptable to have a piece of Voldemort's soul hidden in his head. When Harry returned to the dormitory, he was startled when he saw Ron and Neville staring directly at him, and subconsciously glanced at the other two pictures. bed, Dean and Seamus were asleep.

"Hey." Ron and Neville looked at Harry flatteringly, and consciously put tape on their mouths.

Harry numbly raised his wand.

The next day, the sixth graders received word that their twelve-week Apparation class had begun.

In the common room, almost all the students who meet the requirements have signed up, crowded in front of the notice to sign their names, in the corner of the lounge, Harry, Ron and Hermione are sitting together, seeing Neville, Dean and Si Mo came back talking and laughing.

"Harry, there's a small piece of scotch tape stuck to the corner of your mouth." Ginny said happily, and helped Harry pull it off. Ron subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't you going?" Ginny asked again, looking at the person coming back from the notice board. "Oh, I forgot, you could have done it last year. I remember the Ministry teacher...what was his name— Ross, Rocky?"

"Wicky Tecrosse," said Hermione.

"It's him," Ginny said casually, resting her head on Harry's shoulder, "Didn't he promise to help you get the certificates in advance?"

"Obviously, someone broke their word," Ron muttered.

"Oh—" Ginny straightened her body and stared at him for a while, "I think you mentioned it several times, but you won't say much after Easter."

"I remember so clearly," Ron looked at her indignantly, "Since you have such a good memory, you should know that I don't want to see my sister clinging to someone else, even if that person is my best friend—"

"You can find someone else, too," retorted Ginny.

"Who?" Ron asked warily.

When Ginny raised her head, Harry and Ron looked at the direction her chin was pointing at the same time, and a girl was looking in this direction. "Lavender?" Ron exclaimed, "what's the matter with her?"

Ginny gave him a sympathetic look, leaving him with a haughty profile, "Idiot," she said clearly, and Ron flushed.

Harry immediately recognized the danger signal - Ron's ears were red - he grabbed the figure that flashed in front of him, and asked impatiently, "How is it?"

Seamus slumped down on the arm of Harry's sofa with a dazed expression on his face.

"Ouch—what? Hey," he seemed to be misunderstood, and said seriously: "I think it can be done, and now I have become proficient in adapting to the appearance of followers. This summer, my mother asked my cousin Figo to take me to practice—at that time The situation is not stable yet, and people want to prepare as much as possible."

"I know," Harry went on, "like Illuminati was once very popular against Inferi."

"That's right," Seamus said excitedly: "Mom said she was exhausted during that time, but she only learned the lighting technique, and she couldn't learn the light and fire spell—it was too difficult for her ’” he whispered to Harry, “Figo gave me some extra guidance—I mean apparition, and there were times when I felt like I was floating, as if I’d fallen into cotton, which meant I was nowhere near success. It's close, isn't it?"

"Maybe you'll do it in your first class," Harry said from experience.

"It could be a split body, too," said Ron with a grin, and Seamus turned pale when he finished.Ron hurriedly tried to remedy it, "I mean - it's not really a big deal, the professor is there, other than it hurts -"

Judging from Seamus' expression, his words did not have much comforting effect.

Harry shrugged, looked at Ron and Hermione, and said, "Let's go, we'd better sign up too, it'll be bad if we're not allowed to attend classes..."

In the corridor on the second floor, Felix came to Professor McGonagall's office, ready to discuss the weather of Animagus, and he planned to confess to a limited extent the fact that he could summon a 'storm with thunder and lightning'.

The door was ajar, and it opened with a slight push, and he heard voices from inside.

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Knoll, Hogwarts is currently not accepting senior transfer students... We do have exchange programs with Ilvermorny, Waggadu, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry , but it was put on hold due to the war, and this is a cooperation between schools, not for private individuals... Yes, that's what Principal Dumbledore meant too."

Felix pushed open the door, and Professor McGonagall was facing him, talking to a middle-aged couple.He was a little surprised. He just heard the surname 'Noel' and thought it was a fashionable old lady, but it turned out to be different from what he thought.

"I'm sorry. Will come again," the man said hoarsely.

They got up and left without further entanglement. When Felix passed them, he saw a sharp-edged face and impressive blue-green eyes.

"Oh, Felix," said Professor McGonagall from behind his desk, looking relieved.

"What's going on with that family?" Felix sat on the sofa, seemingly asking casually.

"He came from the United States and is planning to move to the UK to settle down. He hopes to let his children study here for the last six months." Professor McGonagall said, "It has been a long time with me. This family is very stubborn."

"Can't even wait half a year?"

"I also find it strange that they said that it's not stable over there..." Professor McGonagall said, they spent the rest of the time discussing the weather issue, and when Felix made it clear that he came, she laughed unexpectedly.

"I really plan to ask Dumbledore for help. No, it's not a storm...it's the next full moon. The mandrake leaves that have fully reacted with saliva must receive pure moonlight, but the weather has been cloudy recently." Professor McGonagall said seriously Said: "If it fails because of the weather, I doubt that those students will have the patience to do it all over again."

Despite the seriousness of her tone, Felix could tell that she was very interested. This may be related to the recent papers published by Snape and Professor Bubbaji. Not to mention Bubbaji, Professor McGonagall and Snape are two The dean of the college is usually very competitive.

Professor McGonagall is much more active now than at the beginning.

Two weeks passed in a blink of an eye, and it was the night of the full moon again. The students of the 'Animagus' class were gathered and walked towards the edge of a remote Forbidden Forest.Felix brought some candles from the auditorium and let them float in mid-air, the faint flames kept jumping, just like the mood of the students who were trudging in the dark at this moment.

After nearly a month, only 23 of the 11 students remained, which was less than half of the original number. However, Professor McGonagall was very satisfied. She said frankly that this was the only situation she had ever seen in her teaching career, and the group finally arrived at their destination.

She turned her back to the Forbidden Forest and faced the students.Open your mouth in ankle-high snow and ice.

"Go up in order - Weasley, you're first. Come on, get your hands off," said Professor McGonagall sternly, and Ron followed suit grimly, "Your leaf is missing a corner, so don't qualified."

"Is it really not possible? It's just a little bit closer." Ron said desperately.

"No, unless you're ready to grow a horn on your chest." Professor McGonagall said regretfully, "Next! Hannah Abbott—" A ruddy witch with two big braids stumbled Standing out from the crowd without hesitation, he showed her his share of Mandrake for inspection.

"Your pass." Professor McGonagall said softly.

Hannah burst into tears, tears streaming down her face, but her hand remained steady.Neville helped her to the side, allowing the inspection to continue.

"Cormac McLaggen, disqualified."

"Susan Bones, disqualified."

"Draco Malfoy, qualified."

"Ernie McMillan, disqualified."

……

Soon it was Harry's turn. He spit out the mandrake leaves from his mouth and carefully wiped the drool on his sleeve. For a moment, he felt that something was missing in his mouth. He saw Ron's face stiffen Crumble the mandrake into a ball.

"Those who fail have a second chance. But if you give up, you have nothing." Professor McGonagall glared at Ron and said, "Potter—"

Harry held his breath and stepped forward, his feet seemed to be out of order, Professor McGonagall didn't speak, she moved closer and pushed the square glasses, Harry stared at the jumping candlelight reflected on the lenses, and suddenly forgot how to breathe .

After what seemed like a lifetime, Professor McGonagall's voice came from far away, "Meet the requirements, pass!" Harry was dizzy for a moment.Hermione was behind him, pale with nervousness at the moment, pinching her own arm constantly, panting shortly after hearing from Professor McGonagall that she had passed, and walked aside, sobbing softly.

Those students who have failed long ago are sad, and they can empathize most-after all, they all suffer the same, but it must be admitted that those who have not been declared a failure until now are undoubtedly the worst.After the inspection, only Harry, Hermione, Hannah, Neville, Draco, and two seventh graders met the requirements and were allowed to proceed to the next stage of study.

Harry looked up at the full moon, every successful student here has paid a huge price, especially the psychological pressure, approaching the last few days, Neville didn't sleep, his eyes were scarlet, Hermione was sick all day, No more questions to answer, no desire to speak.

Hannah Abbott was on the verge of collapse several times, and was the most diligent of all to find Neville to experience the Daydream Charm.

As for himself - the name of Gryffindor's 'Captain Ghost' is very famous recently, he speaks in a soft voice with amplifying spells, not only the players, but even the audience in the stands keep getting goosebumps.

Professor McGonagall began to hand out small crystal medicine bottles, asking them to fill them with saliva, and then put the mandrake leaves in them——Hannah's hands were shaking so badly that she almost knocked over the bottle several times, and Professor Haip used it on the ground. The stones and branches turned into several small square tables.

"The rest of you don't just stand around, but gather around. If you still want to continue learning the Animagus Transfiguration, you will use it one day." Professor McGonagall shouted.

The students leaned over to observe, those who were judged to be disqualified on the spot were hit too hard, Harry had no time to comfort the distraught Ron, and followed Professor McGonagall's instructions to add a piece of his own hair one by one. Sunshine or dew where humans come into contact (courtesy of Prof. Hype).

When the seven students completed the last step—putting the chrysalis of the ghost-faced hawkmoth into the crystal vial, Professor McGonagall ordered them to screw in the cork and hide the bottle in a quiet, dark place.

"That's the edge of the Forbidden Forest." Felix explained, "Find a place you can remember and bury the bottle. I suggest you dig deeper to avoid being turned over by wild animals."

The seven students entered the Forbidden Forest step by step. Professor McGonagall waited until their backs disappeared from sight before turning around and saying to the rest of the students: "Students who still want to try go forward and get new Mandrake leaves , the school will supply it twice for free."

Half an hour later, the leaders were back.

Professor McGonagall let out a long sigh of relief, and quietly lowered his clenched fist.

"From today onwards, no one is allowed to come around to check—"

"Also, although you already know it, I will repeat it: For the next period of time, each of you should perform the following actions at sunrise and sunset, pointing the tip of the wand to the heart, and saying the incantation: 'Amado , Animo, Animado, Animagus.'”

"If everything goes well, at some point you will feel a second heartbeat after chanting the mantra, sometimes it will be stronger than the original heartbeat, accompanied by palpitations, palpitations; sometimes it will be very weak. This is a normal phenomenon, You must persist in reciting the mantra, and you cannot save it even once, but you must report to the teacher immediately after that."

"Did you hear clearly?"

Professor McGonagall looked at everyone majestically, "I'm not joking." The seven people in the center of sight nodded repeatedly. "Very good," she said, showing a faint smile, "You are very close to success, and I don't want any of you to fail. You can go back first, I told Filch to let him hold the door for you... ..."

"Professor? What about you?"

"Felix and I will place warning magic around."

After finishing all this work, the two professors returned to the castle. Felix did not return to his office, but knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Felix?" Dumbledore, in pajamas and glasses, looked up and asked.

"Riddle has doubts, and he began to actively contact the advanced black magic." Felix said briefly: "I can't change his mind—either plan ahead, or let me destroy this personality and start over. But That takes more time."

"I understand."

Dumbledore said slowly, took out two Horcruxes from the drawer, and handed them to Felix.When Dumbledore was alone in the office, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily.

The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black hanging on the wall said in a greasy voice, "Don't know what to worry about, Dumbledore, that kid's proposal is actually a good one."

"I don't expect you to see that either, Phineas," replied Dumbledore, who hesitated before saying, "But it must be soon, Harry has little time left."

Standing on the perch, Fox buried his head in his wings and snored softly.

(End of this chapter)