A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 655 An Important Sniff

"It's not mine, it's just borrowed temporarily." Harry said hesitantly, "I returned it to Headmaster Dumbledore last night."

"Give it back to Dumbledore—" Grindelwald looked at Harry in a daze, "You mean, it was originally his thing?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry said firmly.

"Why did Dumbledore lend it to you?"

"I think it's because, er, something's wrong with me that this ring will help me. But I don't need it now." Harry said vaguely. Had Professor Bagshot guessed something?He took the initiative to mention the stubble, maybe he recognized the resurrection stone?But how is this possible... Just as Harry was thinking wildly, Grindelwald gently touched this topic.

"Yes, you haven't come to class during this time." Grindelwald stared at the flames in the fireplace, and said after a long time. "It turns out...it's because of this."

Harry suddenly had an illusion.

Professor Bagshot may have known it for a long time. He knew that the gemstone inlaid on the ring was the Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows. Maybe he was recognized when he left the hospital yesterday and wore it to the auditorium, because Professor Bagshot seemed to be More concerned with belonging to the ring than the ring itself.

"You're right, Harry, I probably know what it is." Grindelwald recovered, and said in a calm tone, "Decades ago—Grindelwald sent someone to investigate I am one of the people who know the whereabouts of that thing. I am worried that you just got it by accident, or it is used by someone with a heart... But since it is Dumbledore..."

He stopped talking, as if thinking that the Resurrection Stone was safe in Dumbledore's hands, and raised his voice slightly.

"Okay, let's skip this funny episode. Harry, have a biscuit—" Harry picked up a biscuit. "I heard that your patron saint is unique. Not only is it amazingly powerful, but it can also launch physical attacks?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry said slightly cheered.He tried not to think about his magic book, which was mostly written and whose progress was currently stalled.

"Then you must be aware of the importance of firm belief to a wizard."

"Is-what?" Harry looked at him puzzled.

"Faith, Harry." Grindelwald repeated slowly, saying: "To a certain extent, wizards will turn from specific magic to thinking about some very broad concepts, but that is just the appearance, they are actually using their own way of interpreting an understanding of the nature of magic."

"An interpretation of the nature of magic," said Harry thoughtfully.

"Yes, we are born with magical power. Therefore, if you want to achieve something, then all the conditions related to it-such as the amount of magical power, control, transformation methods, and the integration of beliefs... these are the things you should something I've been chasing for a lifetime."

Grindelwald explained softly.

Harry let out a soft, enlightened breath, and he felt that many unclear problems from the past were solved.

……

"It's love. There lies the secret of all magic."

In the headmaster's office, Snape closed his eyes, seemingly tired of the rhetoric. "I'm tired of hearing it, Dumbledore. What I want to know more is that after eight months of indifference, you called me into your office again...for what?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"I've heard the complaints, Severus, you know there's no way I'm going to let you into Room Seven."

"Yeah, you're afraid I'll kill him on the spur of the moment." Snape said coldly, "He's still useful—you told me that, but I can't see any progress."

"About Harry—"

"He's still a Horcrux. I went to the school hospital to see him...while he was unconscious." Snape's voice became agitated. "Didn't you say you were working hard? What did you do?"

"Actually," Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm pretty sure. The question is... when, and what preparations do I need to make." He looked down at his hands.

"Quite sure?"

"Yes."

Snape seemed utterly bewildered, pacing up and down in front of Dumbledore with a cold glance.

"Preparation? What preparation?" Snape asked after a while. "And," he stared at the white wand in Dumbledore's hand with obvious disgust, "why don't you destroy it?"

"I'm afraid it's useful, Severus."

Snape's expression changed to visibly wary.

"Who do you want to give it to? It belongs to the Dark Lord, not to anyone!"

"That doesn't bother me, Severus. What really bothers me is the other wand, which I can't make up my mind about... well, maybe it's too soon, I'm barely strong." Dumbledore Lido looked at Snape as he spoke, as if to say: Yes, I use you as a reference standard.

Snape's face darkened, and he wanted to swear a few bad words now.

"What has Felix been up to lately?" Dumbledore changed the subject.

"Some time ago, I borrowed the research materials of Wolfsbane Potion from me." Snape said, "It seems that he is ready to solve the problems that plague the entire wizarding world."

"Exuberant research desire," Dumbledore said admiringly, "Where's Varen?"

"The Niffler?" Snape narrowed his eyes. "Is the answer important to you?"

Dumbledore winked at him happily.

"It's nice and well-loved," said Snape dryly.Seeing Dumbledore's satisfied expression, he opened his mouth: "Dumbledore, I don't understand why you care—"

"Oh, Severus, this feeling is hard to describe. I suggest you try it yourself with a pet. My recommendation is a parrot. You can teach it to talk."

Snape turned his head with a dull expression, followed Dumbledore's interesting eyes, and looked at Fox who was "click-click" pecking at the fish bones. No — but I did try naming them after you when I was dealing with Billywig bugs, and I have to say I got an indescribable sense of satisfaction..."

……

new week.

"Rule No. 12, the same ancient magic has the possibility of fusion under certain conditions. After fusion, the power remains unchanged and the range of action increases." Felix said with a smile: "The task of your class is to verify this theory. And record your experience in practice.”

The students moved and divided into groups of twos and threes.

"What ancient magic?" asked Ron.

"Whatever," said Harry, yawning, "we can only use teaching magic in class anyway."

Teaching magic is another new term coined by Professor Heppe. Many students still remember what the professor said when he explained it to them: "Real ancient magic—especially offensive ones—is too dangerous to be taught in class unless necessary. Professor, I will teach you auxiliary and defensive skills... such as the lighting and flying magic that you have learned before. In addition, I have also specially developed a series of rune magic for daily teaching and practice. "

"Specifically, it is to ingeniously transform modern spells and replace them with ancient runes, which will also allow you to understand the second rule more clearly: the principles of all magic—including ancient magic—are generally consistent. "

The two chose the snow-making spell.After a while, a cloud of snow condensed on their hands, and they cautiously let them approach, "Wait, I saw the rune sequence, I don't think so," said Harry.

"Okay." Ron thought for a while, staring at himself and competing with himself. After ten seconds, the snow cloud in his hand finally no longer looked like a glowing cotton candy.

The two approached again, and the snow cloud merged together without any hindrance.They looked up at a large snow cloud floating on the ceiling and falling large white snowflakes.

More people joined in, the snow cloud continued to expand, and the falling snowflakes piled up on the ground in a thick layer, but soon they met their opponents, and on the other side, Seamus and Dean used the magic word to make water to make a six A seven-foot water dragon, surrounded by eager students ready to join in.

After class, the students' heads, eyebrows, and clothes were covered with frost, as if they had been frozen outdoors all day in the cold winter.

Then they rushed off trembling to Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Professor Bagshot led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and stopped. "I originally wanted to take you to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, but the application was rejected." He said with regret: "Your task is to build a temporary shelter for yourself with all the materials you can find nearby, plus find food of."

"Professor Bagshot, is this also a technique for hiding yourself in Muggle society?"

"That sums it up pretty well."

"But why don't we go to the Muggle shop and get something to eat?" Ron muttered to Harry disapprovingly.Too bad the professor overheard, "Because you jump up excitedly when you see Muggle notes and point to their music players and say: Hey, we have them over there too - Mr. Weasley?"

Ron stopped talking, and the other students who had objections quickly calmed down.

The above example comes from the previous lectures. Professor Bagshot uses a similar method to Lockhart's drama performance, except that the students need to be divided into two parties-one side plays the vigilant Muggle, and the other plays the disguised Muggle. Melon wizard, and then start a dialogue.

Of course, the Muggle-playing students were given some 'hints', a small piece of parchment.In Hermione's words, it was an assessment question, but Harry thought it was more like a short script with some very tricky language traps written on it, and many students fell for it.

For example, when Seamus was discussing his favorite football player with someone, he talked a lot about Quidditch technical moves, and used his superb eloquence to make the other party speechless.

"...flying fast and well, diving from fifty feet!"

His homework was two inches longer than the others that day.

Professor Bagshot asked Seamus to use the extra space to describe how football players fly.

"Can those people do magic?" he asked politely.

Unsurprisingly, camping turned into a mess.Harry and Ron dug a big hole in the ground with a trap, covered it with branches and grass blades, and hid in it to chat.As a result, Neville, who came out to pick wild fruits, stepped on the air and hit Harry and Ron. Harry hit his head with a big bump in excitement.

After Neville left in fear, they learned their lesson and cast defensive magic and silencing spells nearby, intending to hang out until get out of class was over.As a result, they felt bored after only half an hour, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance. When they came out, they were surprised to find that the other students were obviously interested in eating, and they were busy at the moment.

Draco Malfoy walked around holding a bunch of charred mushrooms in disgust, Daphne Greengrass shrewdly traded a bouquet of wildflowers for two mashed potatoes from someone else, Jace Tin had dug up a brood of beetles, and a few Ravenclaw girls were picking wild celery and mushrooms, and they were getting a lot.When Harry and Ron passed by Ernie McMillan, they saw him quietly use the Transfiguration Charm to turn the stone on the ground into a rabbit.

"Brilliant. I've come up with a great idea," said Ron, admiringly, before sneaking away.

"Ron—"

Harry called out, but Ron was gone.Worried about attracting attention, he had no choice but to give up, and walked around the vicinity twice, but found no shadow of the professor, so he found Hermione, who was irritatedly dealing with her mushroom soup.

Harry took a quick glance at the contents of the jar and immediately lost his appetite.

"What do you think?" she asked expectantly.

"Well—" Harry stammered, "It's pretty good."

Hermione sighed, and was about to speak, when someone shouted from a distance: "I found a stream nearby, and there are fish in it!" Crashing, more than half of the students put down their work and ran away.

Harry tried his best not to look at the gray-brown mushroom soup under his nose, and tactfully suggested that Hermione should go and have a look together. Hermione gave a sad look at what she had made, and agreed without any further struggle.

Harry and Hermione hadn't taken a few steps when they heard their names being called from behind.It was Ron, who ran over in a panic with a huge pumpkin in his arms, and said out of breath, "It's too bad, I was spotted by Fang when I was leaving, and I heard the voices of Hagrid and Professor Bagshot."

"They didn't see your face, did you?" Harry asked anxiously.Ron recalled it carefully for a while, but he couldn't remember clearly.

At noon, the students devoured their food hungrily, and their appetites were much better than usual.

"Hey, Harry!" said Luna cheerfully, as Harry and Ron fought over a portion of mashed potatoes.Her gaze rested on Harry's hand for a few seconds, and she asked curiously, "Where's your beautiful ring?"

"Ring, ring?" Harry choked.He was surprised to see Luna squinting happily, pointing to his left hand, which was now empty.

"Pretty?" Ron called.

Hermione didn't speak, but her expression showed her attitude.

Harry's heart sank.This was the second person to notice that he didn't have a ring on his hand, and given his previous experience, he was more sensitive to this issue.However, Luna's focus is different from ordinary people as always. To be honest, he thinks that even with the fame bonus of the resurrection stone, the ring is far from beautiful.

It's rough workmanship, especially as its last two owners (not counting Voldemort) probably didn't think to treat it well.

"I saw you wearing it last Saturday," Luna said affirmatively, "when I went to the auditorium for dinner at noon. At that time, you were surrounded by many people, and you may not have seen me pass by you."

"It's not mine, I returned it to the original owner." Harry said vaguely.

"Oh." Luna said regretfully, and ran to sit with Ginny.

Looking at her back, Harry suddenly had a thought in his mind. Luna had relayed what Firenze had said before—she would pass the Resurrection Stone.Looking at it now, it is perfectly in line with the divination results of the centaur Firenze. Luna did pass by herself wearing the resurrection stone ring.

But Headmaster Dumbledore has had it for a long time, hasn't he?Harry thought as he ate, maybe the Headmaster and Luna had 'passed by' countless times before him.

But Harry soon realized that he didn't seem to see Dumbledore wearing that ring in public, especially this term... "Hiss!" He gasped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing," said Harry immediately, surprised at what he thought: had Dumbledore deliberately kept Professor Bagshot from knowing?The information that he had forgotten a long time ago was rediscovered at this moment, constantly reminding him that these two people knew each other.

In the evening, Felix delivered food to the werewolves who lived temporarily in the suburbs, and came to Three Broomsticks before ten o'clock in the evening. After drinking a small cup, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

A tall man with sharp-edged face and conspicuous blue-green eyes sat across from him. At the same time, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were cast to this side either explicitly or secretly.

"Hello, Mr. Hype," the man said.

"Mr. Noel?" Felix smiled, looked around, removed his hand from the cup, and tapped lightly on the table. "Why, you parents gathered together to persuade me to help your children transfer schools? You have found the right person."

(End of this chapter)