I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 168: Panic-like patron saint of the sky, blocking monsters from high heaven

"Oh my god, this is the coolest thing I've ever done."

"Yes! Together we drove away hundreds of dementors."

"Hey, Colin, did you take a picture of my heroic figure?"

"Hehe~ It's just you, the fluorescent light of the wand is negligible, what's wrong with you?"

Harry heard many people whispering.

He couldn't open his eyes.

Confused.

He could only feel that his body was wet and soft.

He should have landed on the grass.

Suddenly a whistle reached his ears, followed by the cheers of countless people.

"Gryffindor wins!!!"

Yes, Gryffindor wins.

Harry still held the golden snitch firmly in his hand!

In the next second, almost crazy shouts erupted from the entire Gryffindor stands.

I don’t know if they are celebrating Harry or themselves!

Haha - everyone is involved in driving away the dementors, eh - everyone is happy, and I wish you good luck.

Owen pouted, he was the most unhappy.

This was simply the worst game he had ever seen, and he saw nothing the whole time.

It's true that standing in the rain consumes calories quickly and makes him hungry.

Harry ended up waking up in the school nurse.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team stood by his hospital bed, splashed with mud from head to toe, but their faces were full of excitement, and the joy in their eyes couldn't be dampened.

"Harry, what do you think, Harry?" Ron also had an excited smile on his face.

He also used the Patronus Charm just now. Although there is no physical Patronus, the silver light is more intense than most little wizards.

"Did we win?" The first thing Harry said when he opened his eyes was their game.

"We won, we won against Harry!" The wooden man Wood, who was showing some humanity at this time, happily grabbed Harry's hand, "We are ahead by almost [-] points!"

"That's good."

"Hey, buddy, you didn't see my heroic performance just now. I dare say that there are few in Gryffindor who can cast the Patronus Curse better than me!" Ron raised his head proudly and said To be honest, there are not many young wizards in Hogwarts who can surpass him in the Patronus Charm.

After all, the Weasley children are geniuses.

Big Brother Bill, Gryffindor prefect, Hogwarts Boys Student Council President, twelve OWL certificates.

The second brother, Charlie, is a Gryffindor prefect, president of the Hogwarts Boys' Student Union, and holds twelve OWL certificates.In seventh grade, he helped Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup that year.

The third brother Percy, the prefect of Gryffindor, the former president of the Hogwarts Boys Student Union, has twelve OWL certificates.Future Assistant Minister of Magic.

Needless to say, Gemini, although they are not educated, their talents in alchemy, potions, and charms are even stronger than his brothers!

From this point of view, no matter how you think about it, Ron cannot be a mediocrity.

"Hey, little Ron, Hermione's spell, but you can see the appearance of the Patronus. They are all in the third grade. What are you proud of!" George ruthlessly crushed Ron's pride.

Yes, he is indeed outstanding, but unfortunately, all the little wizards who can surpass him happen to gather here.

"Can you make me happy for a while?" Ron immediately sternly sternly, his eyes full of displeasure.

For a moment everyone laughed.

Hermione didn't intend to participate in this group of boys' conversation, she frowned from beginning to end, "But why did the dementors attack us again, shouldn't they protect us?"

"Hermione." Fred groaned strangely, then imitated the appearance of a dementor, stretched out his hands and made a grimace, "Do you think such a monster can reason with wizards?"

"The Ministry of Magic just hires them."

"They can't control the dementors at all!"

George also nodded. As children in the system, they know much more than ordinary wizards. "Have you seen The Quibbler?"

"No." Hermione shook her head.

"While that magazine was full of lies and fantasy in many places, when it came to the Dementors, they were right."

"The dementors are the hungry wolves raised by the Ministry of Magic. They allow the group of monsters to absorb the emotions of the prisoners of Azkaban. It's like giving the hungry wolves a little ration and then hiring them to guard the prison."

"But what now?" Fred continued, "Dementors can't find food around Hogwarts!"

"So - they're bound to attack us!" Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief and she came to a terrible conclusion.

"No, I guess they didn't dare." Ron raised his eyebrows, "With Dumbledore in the castle, they didn't dare to attack the little wizard. I think it was Harry who rushed into them and disturbed the group. Dementors.”

"Maybe!" The twins nodded, agreeing deeply with Ron's guess.After all, the Dementors are not a bunch of brainless fools, they know the price of attacking the little wizard.

Then everyone put forward various conjectures.

And where to go after the dementors.

It wasn't until Madam Pomfrey held a bottle of potion and angrily dispersed them that the infirmary became quiet.

A few days later, under Madam Pomfrey's special refreshing potion, Harry was almost recovered after lying down for two more days. However, Madam Pomfrey refused to let him leave the hospital and let him rest for another day before letting him go. Harry.

Harry, who returned to the dormitory, was cheered like a hero!

The twins hosted a special celebration in the Gryffindor common room.

Everyone was beaming, not only that they won, but more importantly, Colin's photo was published in the newspaper again!

Yes, the next day the Daily Prophet published Colin’s picture of the little wizard calling gods and fighting monsters!

The headlines on the front page - The patron saint of panic is like the sky, blocking the monster from the sky.

This time both the little wizard and Hogwarts stole the show!

Strong black and white composition!

It's breathtakingly epic!

The most spectacular scene was published in the newspapers.

This is no better than Owen's time, although heroism is very popular in Europe!

However, when your own child becomes a hero, that is the bomb that ignites the topic!

Many parents of students were surprised to find that under the spectacular sky, they seemed to see their children vaguely.

On the second day of the incident, countless letters poured into Hogwarts from all over the UK. They were all inquiry letters sent by parents of students!

And after getting an affirmative answer!

Public opinion exploded again!

"Look, that's my son! My son!"

"Haha! Look, my daughter is in the newspaper. Haha, did you see it? She's on the edge of the stands."

"Haha, only half of your face is exposed. Who knows if it's your daughter? Or look at my son, but he's showing his whole face!"

"What's the use of showing your face! Look at my grandson, look, his Patronus, you can see a little bit of the outline of the flesh! He is only 14 years old, and he can cast the Patronus Charm at the age of 14. My grandson is definitely Hogwarts Centennial Come genius!"

Scenes like this happen one after another.

It is also the first time for many parents to realize how their children are so strong!

All joking aside, most parents may not be able to use the Patronus Charm.

A wizard who can summon a patron saint is considered to have superb magical powers.In ancient times, wizards who could summon physical patron saints were directly recommended to become officials of the Ministry of Magic.

It can be said that a wizard who can cast the Patronus Charm is not necessarily a first-rate wizard, but a first-rate wizard must know the Patronus Charm!

This curse has always been generally considered by the wizarding world to be a standard equipment for the strong.

Now when one's own child releases this curse, the excitement of those parents can be imagined.

Professor Dumbledore received letters of praise from parents for several days in a row.

Professor Lupine, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, also received a lot of letters of praise.

This made this unknown werewolf wizard a little helpless.

Of course, the happy days of hello, me, and everyone did not last long.

It should be said that there is not even a day.

Because the parents who had recollected it suddenly discovered that the dementors of the Ministry of Magic had lost control again, and attacked the little wizard on a large scale!

It's worth it!

Minister of Magic Fudge immediately became the target of public criticism!

Send a howler letter to the minister.

This is a topic that many employees in the ministry talk about most these days.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fudge has gone far, and this dementor out of control incident will be the last camel that breaks the straw.

He might really be quitting for Christmas.

As more and more officials learned about this matter, an undercurrent surged in the Ministry of Magic.Everyone is anxious about the team.

The new Minister of Magic, who everyone is eagerly awaiting, is gradually emerging.

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On the other side, Hogwarts Castle.

On the second day after the game, Owen cheerfully ran from the eighth floor to the Room of Requirement with a plant of biting cabbage.

This is the reward given to him by the old principal!

Hey.

After getting the key experimental materials, Owen immediately started researching.

Perhaps by driving away the dementors, his bad luck was also driven away.

Irving's preliminary preparations went quite smoothly.

Every step is perfect!

This time, he will definitely succeed!

Owen is very confident about it!

Then as expected - of course there was an accident.

Haha - just kidding, doing experiments is not like opening a box, there is always a guarantee after ten times!The experimental design is wrong. One plus one will never equal three!

Owen, who scrapped the last biting kale in only ten minutes, returned to the dormitory from the Room of Requirement in despair, ready to face the trial of alchemy.

Last week of October.

In alchemy class.

Wenda was sitting on a soft armchair, with five books of 'Lucky Colors' that the little wizard had worked so hard to throw at her feet.

Even though that elegant figure didn't say a word, the sense of oppression it produced was even better than that of Professor McGonagall.

"Your experimental design—you infer that the venom will be degraded by Mithril in the end?" Professor Wenda held up Owen's homework, with a normal face and cold eyes, and continued: "Did you think it out with your toes?"

"Uh..." Owen couldn't speak clearly, his eyes were in a trance, and he replied with an awkward smile on his unnatural expression: "That——I guessed it."

"Huh?" Wenda's gray eyes glanced at him, the corners of her mouth were hooked slightly, "Come on, say it again."

"I'm going to go to Professor Sprout's greenhouse to steal two more." After that, someone planned to yo-yo.

"Want to run?" Suddenly, Wenda in the lecture waved violently, and in an instant, all the tables and chairs in the entire classroom began to move.

Like building blocks, Owen's steps and his desk were moving backwards, as if some force was pulling him, pushing him to the desk little by little.

"This!" Owen's eyes widened. He had only seen this kind of transformable classroom in Beauxbatons. When did she transform her classroom into one like this?

"Right here—"

Owen's desk came to the front of the desk, and then a piece of parchment automatically floated and fell in front of him.

"Deduce the replacement process you want to use mithril."

"This." Owen looked confused and whispered in a somewhat tangled voice: "That professor! Is there a possibility that I don't know how to do it?"

"You won't?" She raised her eyes lightly, and said with a proud expression on her face, "Isn't this all in the book? You can't even follow it?"

?

This time it's Owen's turn to be confused, what!

When did the book come out?

"That professor." He opened the book on the table page by page, and then found the page that was replaced by alchemy. "The book only has conclusions, no principles! There is not even a derivation equation. I can write the experimental design like this , it’s already very...”

The eyes of a certain French rose became sharp.

Owen booed quickly, and said emphatically, "I have exhausted my imagination."

"?" Hearing that, Wenda took the "Standard Alchemy, Elementary" from Owen's hand and casually flipped through two pages.

Then the frown deepened.

"This is the Hogwarts textbook? A complete collection of children's stories?"

"No wonder you have studied noun explanations for a whole year. It turns out that the magic school is to train writers!"

Her voice was full of sarcasm, and then she threw the garbage in her hand on the ground.

"Hey~Professor, didn't you choose this textbook?" Owen glanced at the textbook on the floor with less than [-] pages, and seven or eight of them were drawings, and sighed with regret in his heart.

This is the thinnest of all his textbooks.

He likes it very much, but I'm afraid he won't be able to see it again.

"Huh! Go to self-study first." She stood up suddenly, and the discarded garbage floated behind her, then turned around gracefully, and walked straight out of the classroom door.

She passed by the little wizards.

That exquisite makeup, coupled with a sharp temperament, made her look a few years older than Professor McGonagall, but she didn't look like an 'old man' who was nearly a hundred years old. From the appearance alone, she was only about 30 years old look.

"Whoo~"

After seeing that figure leave the classroom, Percy and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"She is scarier than Professor McGonagall."

"Obviously don't say anything."

As the prefect of Gryffindor, Percy has felt the majesty of Professor McGonagall for a long time.

In the Transfiguration class, the professor always had a serious face.

Every sentence only expresses what is in class, and nothing else is said.

That rigorous appearance frightened the little wizard.

But Wenda is completely different.

When she was in class, she sat in the lectures, and she seemed to be in two worlds with them.

But it was the sense of alienation and strangeness, and the unknown brought about by it, that kept deepening the little wizard's fear.

It comes from the fear of the unknown deep in the human soul.

"It's a bit powerful!" Perhaps it was an illusion, Owen always felt that when he was talking to Wenda, there was always an inexplicable—how should I put it, a sense of oppression.

He didn't feel anything about Dumbledore.

With Owen's character, if it were another professor, he would have already messed up: his son gave difficult questions, his grandson was strict in proctoring the exam, I didn't know how to do it, and he paid me back for schooling. How could he care so much about it?

"Speaking of which, Owen." Percy suddenly looked up at him with a relaxed expression, "Your surname is also Sanchez, and the professor's surname is also Sanchez, and you look a bit like her."

More than that, if Owen had long hair

"Both have gray eyes, black hair, and similar faces. You are not related!"

"Relative?" When Percy mentioned this, Owen also felt that there seemed to be some connection between him and Wenda.

No way~

He didn't dare to think that he had a direct blood relationship with Wenda. After all, his grandfather was still there. Owen didn't think that Wenda could fall in love with other men.

He speculated that his mother might be a descendant of the Rozier family.He probably belonged to the same family as Wenda.

Yo!

Now we have become descendants of a big family!

The other side - the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

The cabinet next to the wall was pulled open by Dumbledore.The Pensieve popped out.

It was a shallow stone basin with strange carvings on the mouth of the basin.

Filled with something not merely liquid but gaseous, it was like a bright piece of silver, but constantly moving, rippling like the surface of water in a breeze, spreading out and whirling softly like clouds.

But Dumbledore's gaze was not on the pensieve, but on the mirror above the basin.

That is a two-way mirror.

On the other side of the mirror is Nicolas Flamel's safe house in Paris, France.

"Strange~"

"Amazing~"

"What's wrong?" the headmaster asked.

"My potion shouldn't have this effect, but the child's soul has indeed stabilized a lot." Nick kept muttering to himself while staring at a certain metal instrument in his hand in doubt.

"Can he be cured?" A light flashed in the eyes of the old headmaster.

There was a noticeable fluctuation in tone.

"No, Albus, it's just the calm before the thunderstorm. It's bound to rain."

"As for the magic formula, I need time to continue researching."

"Okay." The old principal's expression returned to normal. He sighed, then pressed a switch on the door cabinet, and then the stone basin retracted.

He sighed softly, then turned around and came to an exquisite silver instrument placed on the table.

Dumbledore moved the instrument to the desk, sat down facing them again, and tapped it lightly with the tip of his wand.

The instrument started to run immediately, making a rhythmic jingle sound, and the small silver tube at the top spewed out wisps of light green smoke, which gathered and lingered in the air.Dumbledore stared intently at the light smoke, frowning.A few seconds later, the few wisps of smoke turned into a steady cloud, thicker and thicker, hovering in the air--the top was transformed into a soaring phoenix, and the phoenix spread its wings and flew high.

That's not Fox.

It was another, smaller, weaker Phoenix.

'Boom~'

Suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door, breaking Dumbledore's thoughts.

He looked normal, raised his hand to disperse the smoke, then returned to his desk and chair, and opened the black leather notebook.

Seeing that my good college student didn't reply to him.

"Please come in!" A majestic voice came out, and then the woman in a dark green tight robe stepped on her dragon leather boots and walked in.

"I heard that you once studied alchemy with Nico Flamel and discovered the twelve uses of dragon's blood." Wenda's cold voice, accompanied by some strange sarcasm, reached Dumbledore's ears. "Did you steal Nick's work?"

"?" The old principal was stunned upon hearing this. His achievements in alchemy were obvious to all. Wenda couldn't possibly not know about it, so what happened?

"Perhaps the principal is already so busy that he doesn't even need to consider the school's teaching materials?" As she said that, the "Standard Alchemy, Elementary" behind her fell on Dumbledore's desk with a 'bang', and her Those charming gray eyes were even more sarcastic, because she saw the black leather diary in Dumbledore's hand.

"So I'm writing my own biography! I want to write how to betray and how to deceive people into a training manual, so that those little wizards can learn from you one by one?"

"This notebook belongs to someone else." The old principal defended himself, and then realized that his answer seemed to arouse more resentment from others, after all, it was like peeking into other people's diaries.

Immediately, he put down Tom's notebook, picked up the "Standard Alchemy, Elementary", looked at it, and said: "What's the matter? It's short, concise, powerful, and very suitable for young wizards to learn."

"Oh—then why don't you use a dictionary as a textbook?"

"Hmm--the main purpose of this textbook is to stimulate young wizards' interest in alchemy. Look--it's full of pictures and texts. How can a 16-year-old understand such a complicated alchemy principle?" Dumbledore said. There was an embarrassing smile on his face.Explained in a word.

The other textbooks are chosen by the professor himself, and the course of alchemy - after all, it is special, there is no standard textbook for ancient alchemy, the previous professor only took Beauxbaton's third-year elective course (the three of them There is alchemy as an elective course in the grade), translated into English, and then used it.

Anyway, alchemy does not participate in the NEWT (Advanced Wizard Level Test).

For subjects that don’t have exams, isn’t that physical education?

"Interest? Don't you think it's a bit late to start developing interests at the age of 16?" Wenda said unceremoniously.

"It's never too late to learn."

"Haha - if you can't cast the disarming spell successfully at the age of 16, then stick out your wand and become a No-Maj. If you still don't understand the principles of alchemy at the age of 16, then drop out of school and become a mother to those magical beasts. At the age of 16, you can still If you study in school, you will not achieve anything in your life."

"...I think you are a bit extreme." Dumbledore responded with a slight twitching of the corner of his mouth.