A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 669 Decision
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students filed out, with longing expressions on their faces.

"I've decided!" Ron announced loudly as he walked towards the Potions classroom, "I'm going to make a whole set of wizard chess pieces." The faces of the surrounding people were full of astonishment.

But Harry and Hermione showed little interest in the words. "Have you finished your Transfiguration treatise? Lend me to read it," said Harry.

Ron's aura immediately retracted.

"Not yet," the expression on his face collapsed, "I just wrote the beginning—I don't understand half of the content now."

"Professor McGonagall will explain this knowledge over and over again. In fact, there are many things I don't understand." Hermione said some words of encouragement: "After you master the Animagus, it will be much better to understand the situation combined with the textbook, yes No, Harry?"

Harry muttered something vaguely.After learning the transformation of Animagus, he did feel some differences, but this 'difference' did not include the advanced theory of transformation that Professor McGonagall said, and he was still as ignorant in class as before.

He did know Hermione's method, but when he thought of the tome she was constantly rotating at hand these days, he was hesitant.

Ron, on the other hand, looked very frustrated. He hadn't been able to feel the throbbing of the Animagus these days, and he had been asking Harry and Neville about that feeling recently.

"Is it a sudden heartbeat and sweating?"

"Are you sure it's not psychological?" Harry asked back, and Ron fell silent.

……

In Potions class, Slughorn stared blankly at Harry's cauldron.

Inside the cauldron was a mass of grey-green soft and sticky stuff, which looked like boiled and solidified slugs mixed with vegetable jelly. You could feel a little bit of chill when you got close to it. This is Harry's work today. It's just horrible.

Hermione opened her eyes happily, as if she was about to let go of her throat and sing in the next second.

"Oh... well, boy, that's not okay," Slughorn said, fiddling with the buttons on his vest absently.

He didn't say anything more, but walked up to Ron, stayed for only two seconds, and was forced back by the pungent smoke.

"There's no hint in that book, is there?" Hermione said with sparkling eyes when Slughorn walked away to check on the other students, "Even Professor Snape and Professor Hemp combined can't use it." A few lines will teach you the solution to a complex complex of poisons."

"I can carry a bezoar with me," Harry whispered through gritted teeth.

Hermione froze for a moment, but Ron said excitedly: "It's okay? Why not, we have time-"

"No! Professor Slughorn knows Harry's precious book, not only does he know it, but he even read it." Hermione said hastily.She said solemnly: "I think the first person to do it will be considered a genius, and the second will be a poor imitator."

"That sums it up well, thank you, Hermione," said Harry angrily.

When Slughorn returned to the podium, the students below were downcast. None of them could concoct the antidote within the allotted time, which was a blow to them.

However, Slughorn did not show disappointment at all. He straightened his tight stomach and said with a smile: "Did you find that some tricky methods don't work?"

Some of the students looked at Slughorn, and then all at Harry.

Because of the special experience of the OWLs exam last year, many people know that several Gryffindor students got the teaching materials he used in school from Professor Haipu, and later some simplified steps for potions with difficulty in OWLs were sorted out. All students of the college benefit.

At the beginning of Potions class this year, they wanted to do the same, and although they got the notes (Harry removed some dangerous jinxes and Professor Happer's scary speech), they were surprised to find that this approach did not work.

Slughorn smiled and said with a quiver of walrus whiskers:

"Yes, Miss Granger is the closest to success in today's quiz. If she is given another half an hour, I believe she can complete the preparation of the antidote independently. But she is still a long way from being a real potion expert. small distance."

Hermione was not convinced, she pouted.

"I can name some particularly brilliant potionists, such as Damocles Belby, Severus Snape, and of course, Lily Evans—" Slughorn smiled He glanced at Harry cautiously, "Perhaps you will think that my judging criteria are grades, but that's not the case... what a potionist needs is independent thinking, courage, love, rigor, innovation, and a passion for potions." Extraordinary savvy."

"For those who are truly gifted, these qualities will be revealed early on, and their minds are like sapweeds on a full moon, and they are so different."

"It's hard for outsiders to understand. It's the same student who got excellent in the OWLs Potions exam, but I have a particular preference for one of them... This is because I saw the talent of that student. The fact is often the same, when they are in the sixth grade Makes a huge difference. I rarely get away with it."

"The advanced class is not like the previous grades. You will be exposed to more magical potions and more profound theories. If there is no love for potions, it will be difficult to go far enough...Of course, some barely passable potions can be prepared. The medicine is still available."

"It's very similar to what Professor Haip said." Harry whispered.

"Harry, do you have any questions?" Slughorn asked with concern, not hearing his mumbling.

Dumbfounded, Harry fumbled to his feet.Others looked at him one after another.

"Hmm... I wonder, is Professor Happer gifted? I mean, those notes of his are very useful to me—" Harry faltered.

This time Slughorn did not give an answer immediately as usual, he frowned and thought for a long time.

"I didn't teach him, but... from the notes, it's clear that he has his own independent ideas about potions." Slughorn obviously didn't want to say more, but the students all stared at him, very interested in the topic. Interested, Slughorn waved his hands in the air for a while as if there was no place to put them, "Okay." He cleared his throat and muttered softly.

"I don't think he's going to be a Potions Master - Professor Heppe is capable of concocting some advanced magic potions, yes, I have no doubt...his notes are very logical, and with his magical attainments , without screwing up those delicate operations.”

"But I haven't seen too many groundbreaking insights, maybe because the heart is not on it, his achievements in the field of ancient runes are enough to explain everything. This is normal, talented wizards always have more personality, they will Fascinated by the different aspects of magic..."

Harry suddenly thought of something else. Professor Slughorn probably thought of Voldemort in the same way.

Voldemort also excelled at school, and Dumbledore said he got A's in all subjects, but he may, like Professor Hemp, be more of an imitator than a pioneer in the field of potions.

As Slughorn said, "talented wizards are attracted to different aspects of magic." Apparently, Professor Hype chose the ancient runes in the end, and Voldemort did not hesitate to plunge into the abyss of the dark arts.

He also thought of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, once close friends, who also took diametrically opposite paths.

Harry suddenly understood the "choice" that Dumbledore had been emphasizing. He had seen too many excellent wizards in the Pensieve in the past few months. They all appeared different at the beginning, and sometimes even seemed weird and clumsy. Like Mr. Newt Scamander...

In the evening, Felix suddenly appeared in the office.

He just came back from the outside. To be precise, it was at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. Apart from the low temperature, there was no other influence.He originally wanted to walk through the thick clouds to a higher place, but after thinking about it, he still felt that there was no need to be in a hurry.

Just go out for a walk after eating.

When he came back, Varun, who was sitting on the sofa making juice, pointed to the window, where a silver phoenix was quietly staying.

"Felix, I would like you to come over," said Dumbledore's voice.

So Felix turned and walked out of the house, "I'll take you out for a walk another day." Varen waved at him.

In the principal's office, the spacious room was brightly lit, and there was a thick night outside the window.Dumbledore sat behind the long-legged table, put down the newspaper when he saw Felix, and walked around the table to stand in front of him.

"I want to show you something," he said flatly.

"Do you want to use the Pensieve?" Felix asked, Dumbledore looked at him with some astonishment, "What? Oh——" Dumbledore noticed that Felix's eyes fell on a transparent glass bottle on the table Above, the bottle is filled with wisps of silvery filaments.

"No, not that," he said curtly.

Wisps of smoke drilled from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and quickly condensed into a picture in mid-air. Felix glanced at it, his eyes became cautious, and he strode to the front and lowered his head to stare at the parade in the picture Crowds and buildings.

"Parliament building?" Felix turned his head.

Dumbledore nodded, then motioned him to look in one direction with his finger.

Felix refocused his attention on the screen. He turned a blind eye to the colorful and extreme slogans held by the demonstrators, and his eyes kept searching. Dumbledore made him see more than that, so...

In the open space in front of the building, Rita Skeeter, who has obviously been well-dressed, holds a microphone in her hand and occupies an important position.

"Rita Skeeter?" Felix laughed dumbfoundedly: "This surprises me. And her status doesn't seem to be low."

"This is the crux of the problem." Dumbledore said: "This picture was shown by Grindelwald when he applied for the job. I know that he has the ability to predict. Of course, he can only see some fragments of the future."

"I guess he doesn't know Rita Skeeter," Felix said with a smile.

"Skeeter's sharp words are far more recognizable than her own appearance," Dumbledore agreed, "and they probably staggered, Skeeter has almost disappeared in the magic world this school year, I spent a little time It was time to find her in the Muggle newspaper."

Felix blinked. He had recommended this woman to Amelia Bones himself.

"I've been following her closely since then. I don't think that newspaper is a good place to be. The working environment is far more complicated than the Daily Prophet, but she has certainly adapted well. With the series of anti-gun campaigns She has gained fame and is expected to win a news award that is said to be very important..."

"This is definitely a surprise for her." Felix was quite emotional.

"My question now," said Dumbledore, looking at him with interest, "is she going to live as a double-faced reporter forever? I know some wizards who have separate identities in Muggle society - not just a name." , but a more specific occupation—but these people basically tend to lean towards one side, and it is actually rare for her to be active on both sides."

Felix hesitated for a moment.

"Amelia gave her a mission for only one year, but from what I know about Rita Skeeter, she can't let go of the reputation she has worked so hard to build on the other side, so she may take the initiative to maintain this kind of life after the mission is over, As for how long...no one can predict."

"Yeah, no one could have predicted that."

Dumbledore whispered, lost in thought.After a while, he came back to his senses and said, "Felix, there is another more important thing."

Now it was Felix's turn to be curious.

"About Grindelwald?" he asked tentatively.

Grindelwald had just delivered a near-surrender speech during the day. Did Dumbledore change his mind so quickly?Felix thought about the impact of this move in his heart, not just the issue of having one more Dark Lord colleague, but a series of changes brought about by it.

The attitude of the Ministry of Magic, the commitment of the International Federation of Wizards...

Of course, none of this mattered to Felix.It is worth noting that if Grindelwald is allowed to stay at Hogwarts for a long time, the risk of his identity being exposed will be greatly increased.

DeWitt, who once presented himself as a loyal and fanatical saint before, but is actually an ambitious man, has a lot of truth in what he said:
"In the end, leaking news is almost inevitable. At that time, the eyes of the whole world will focus on Hogwarts. Even with Dumbledore's current status, it is difficult to parry..."

"I have communicated with my successor, Mr. Babajid Akinbad, the new president of the International Federation of Wizards," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "When the exams this year are over, they will send people to take Gellert Return to Nurmengard Castle."

Felix looked at him in surprise.

"When did this happen?"

"Just last night."

Felix looked at the old man in front of him strangely, this approach was much more decisive than he imagined.Dumbledore just decided to throw old man Grindelwald back to prison?Fortunately, after he learned about the existence of the blood alliance from Harry, he thought Dumbledore had softened his heart.

"So... what do I need to do?"

"I'm worried that something will happen to Gellert if he finds out. I hope you will keep an eye on him during this time, and..." Dumbledore paused, his silver beard trembling slightly, "You know the spell that confines his magic power?" ?"

(End of this chapter)