A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 469: May

After the Easter holiday ended, the weather became clearer day by day. Standing on the top of the castle and looking out at the Forbidden Forest is a very comfortable green area. The Black Lake has also returned to life. On weekends, students gather by the lake. Enjoy the warm sun under the grass and green willows.

Of course, this kind of leisure only belongs to the students who have completed their homework.

"I've had enough! We're only in the fourth grade, why do we have to do so much homework?" Seamus complained loudly, "Professor McGonagall can't make a mistake?"

"No," Dean said pessimistically: "She also said in the last class that the employment counseling in the fifth grade should be moved to the fourth grade, so that we will be more motivated to study."

"Oh..." Seamus let out a strange cry, "Please spare me." He said dissatisfiedly, "We still have three full years before graduation."

"A-actually, the professor is also doing it for our own good." Neville swallowed and said, "Don't forget that next year the school will implement grade assessments for grades five and seven. Mastering Apparition"

"What if you can't pass?" Seamus asked anxiously.

"Of course it's the Christmas holidays, the Easter holidays, and the last period after the exam every year." Dean counted with his fingers. At this time, Seamo's face had changed, but Dean continued to add: " Also, the professors are still discussing putting the Disarming Curse and the Iron Armor Curse in other grades, but they haven't decided yet."

Seamo breathed a sigh of relief, he has mastered these two spells. He thought for a while and asked, "It's been a long time since Harry formed a self-study duel group?"

"Yeah," said Dean, "it can't be helped, they're going to prepare a third project. To be honest, they've already opened up the gap with us. Ron can even master apparation."

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The sun was shining brightly by the Black Lake, and the microwave was sparkling, but it was a different scene in classroom No. 7.

The sound of sharp blades sliding through the bushes sounded in the deep forbidden forest. Ron walked forward cautiously, tripping over the twisted roots of the trees from time to time. The touch of the leaves under his feet was so real that he had long forgotten All this is an illusion, and the nerves are extremely tense.

A rustling sound appeared behind him and he turned his head sharply, "There are many obstacles!" He shouted, and the spell fixed the acromantula that suddenly appeared in place, and Ron turned and ran away.

"You should use the expulsion spell." Felix's memory floated in the air and said. At this time, Ron was hiding behind a big tree, carefully observing the surroundings, and was startled.

"I know," Ron muttered, "you might as well tell me where Harry and Hermione are."

"Oh, you said that, they're in the other direction." Felix's memory pointed him in one direction.

Ron showed a skeptical expression, "You don't want to cheat me, do you?"

"I'm a professor." Memory said with a sneer while hugging his shoulders.

"It's just a memory," Ron whispered, "Okay, trust you again."

Ten minutes later.

"Ah ah ah"

Ron stumbled out of the fog, followed by a group of carriage-sized giant spiders. He kept throwing the spider expulsion spell behind him, and shouted aggrievedly while running, "You lied to me!"

"I don't, look at the front." Memory said with a smile.

Ron raised his head in his busy schedule and saw the hazy light in front of him. Hope rose in his heart, and the "click click" sound behind him was no longer scary. He ran the last distance, he finally saw Harry

Harry was leaning against a big tree, stepping on a raised black stone, chanting spells in all directions. The white flames were the Bright Fire Curse, forming a circular fire circle, surrounding Harry to help He fends off the approaching giant spider.

"That's right." Ron patted his head, the Light Rune and the Fire Curse combined in his hand to form a long flame, and he followed behind the flame, shouting: "Harry, I'm here Here" Harry raised his head and chanted the spell in his direction, and the Spider Repelling Charm knocked the acromantia behind Ron away.

Ron rolled and scrambled onto the black stone.

"You have found a good place." Ron said, he calmed down, and began to use the expulsion spell to help Harry find out what was missing.

"The good place is up there," said Harry sullenly.

"Hi, Ron." Hermione's voice came over their heads, Ron looked up and saw Hermione sitting sideways on the branch of the big tree with their backs, smiling very slyly. It dawned on him that the white flame was controlled by Hermione.

"Why did you run up a tree, that's not conducive to escape." Ron said.

"Oh, my expulsion spell is pretty good, just practice the spell you discovered." Hermione said. Deal with a big guy. Let's hurry up!"

She lifted the spell, and the tip of the staff deftly released streaks of red light. Harry and Ron also used the Stunning Charm, and soon, the big spiders piled up on the ground.

Hermione used a shock absorbing spell and landed smoothly. Then they headed in the direction Hermione just pointed out, encountering all kinds of magical animals along the way, "Wow!" After freezing a piece of Cornish elves with a freezing spell, Ron said in amazement, "I'm getting more and more The more I like it here."

Harry grinned, this is true, if he just practiced spells boringly, he would definitely not be able to bear this temper. The time when he made the most progress, except for Professor Haipu's high-pressure special training and Sirius' duel game, was in classroom No. 7.

As they walked along, they saw a poison horned beast walking leisurely. This kind of large rhinoceros-like beast has thick gray skin that can defend against conventional spells, and their horns are not only sharp, but also can inject a The explosive liquid, the three of them immediately hid behind the stone.

"Oh, go away." Ron whispered, staring at the little man next to the big poison horn beast, it should be a cub, far more lively than the adult poison horn beast, kicking the ground Keep hitting a sales counter.

After staring for a few minutes, the poison horned mother finally took the little poison horned beast away. They came out from behind the stone and each picked a refreshing drink at the unmanned vending counter.

"I love this design," said Ron, grabbing two extra bottles of Butterbeer and stuffing them into his pockets.

"It's fake," Harry reminded him. "It's just a memory that disappears when you go out. And it was originally intended to supply the ghosts in the school, so that the kitchen doesn't have to stock rotten food."

"I know," Ron shrugged, "but you can't ask for more in Room Seven. I mean, although Professor Flitwick's memory will serve up uniquely flavored marshmallows after the duel , but uh, you'll think yourself a fool every time you come out of there."

"It's a baboon who can only swing a stick." Hermione pursed her lips and smiled.

It took a while, they used the direction spell to locate and successfully found Cedric's team.

"Need help?" Harry called from afar.

"That would be great," said a voice at their feet, startling them. Harry stared at the grey-green thing that was Roger Davies on the ground. "What's wrong with you?"

"Obviously, I was poisoned to death by the manticore's tail hook." Roger Davis said lying on the ground, surrounded by a cloud of gray-green mist.

Harry and the others looked at each other. Immediately rushed over to help, Cedric and Collins were very embarrassed, the manticore's skin can almost repel all known spells, Cedric kept using the transformation technique to create chains, trying to entangle its legs , and at the same time, be careful to avoid the tail hook that cuts through the air.

Collins threw out a cloud of black mist, combined with the eye sickness spell and the smooth slide, trying to restrain this extremely dangerous beast.

Harry cast a powerful disarming spell, and the dazzling red light hit the manticore. He didn't know if it would work, but he liked the spell and was trying to incorporate runes into it recently, but it never worked. . The manticore took two steps back, then flicked its tail hook, and the spell flew past Cedric's hair.

"It's a good way to say hello." Cedric said, Harry grinned, and used runes to create a water spell, and the water flowed on the Manticore like shells, "It's useless." Cedric just Halfway through the speech, Hermione used the Freezing Curse in conjunction, and the Manticore's body quickly froze.

"Are you okay?" Ron just ran over and supported the crumbling Collins. Collins shook his head, and just about to say something, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Be careful!"

A gleaming tail hook pierced Ron's chest, Ron blinked in disbelief, he didn't feel any pain, but the tail hook did penetrate his chest, Harry and Hermione shouted, Watching Ron fall slowly...

Two minutes later, Ron sat on the ground, with a gray-green mist continuously emitting from his chest, similar to Roger's appearance before, and said to Collins bitterly, "Thank you for coming to accompany me."

Collins rolled his eyes at him, but she didn't refuse the butterbeer that Ron handed over, and they looked at Cedric, Harry, and Hermione who were still fighting in the distance.

Hermione used ancient magic, and the golden flame turned into a flame phoenix, which flew down and pecked at the manticore with its sharp beak. The tail hook flicked. But with the cooperation of the three of them, Harry cast an excellent Mire Charm, and the manticore had even less range.

The situation is tilting towards the balance of victory, and Roger Davis in the distance also crawls over to watch the excitement at close range, preparing to cheer when he wins, until another manticore walks from the depths of the Forbidden Forest When it came out, it was followed by a little manticore.

The scene that followed was horrific. First, Harry was trampled to death by the rampaging Manticore mother, and then Hermione. Just a minute later, the six of them sat on the ground under the gray-green fog, looking at the mighty Manticore. The Tailed Beast family walked away proudly.

"It's not our fault," Ron reassured them, "That's not a creature we can deal with. It's rated 5x by the Ministry of Magic, and it's far more dangerous than acromantula. It's one of those spiders. A group."

"I hope the judges at the Ministry of Magic think so," said Roger Davies. "But, uh, I heard that there is such a thing in the Forbidden Forest, deep in the Forbidden Forest..."

"That's right," said Hermione, "Hagrid bred a snail from a manticore."

Cedric and Roger Davies look very ugly.

"Don't worry, I don't think the Ministry of Magic will let us face an uncontrolled manticore," Hermione said with certainty, "it's too dangerous, the books say it only needs to be lightly One sting can kill you with no time to react. The Ministry of Magic will surely learn from previous competitions, such as the one in 1792..."

"Has she always been like this?" Collins asked Ron in a low voice.

"Oh, uh." Ron shrugged and said stiffly, "It sounds reasonable, doesn't it?"

No one but Hermione thought so, even though what she said was true historically. They rested for a while, waited until the fog on their bodies dissipated, and separated. Cedric planned to ask Professor McGonagall's memory about transfiguration, and Collins preferred to discuss the coordination of spells with Professor Flitwick's memory.

Harry and the others stayed in classroom seven until evening, until a group of ghosts passed in front of them.

"Hello, Nick." Harry greeted "Nearly Headless" Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor. "Is it time for dinner?"

The ghost stopped, "Yeah, you better hurry up, or the food will be gone." He said to himself, looking at the tail of the ghost team, "I have to hurry up too."

"Let's get out quickly." Ron said immediately, and he walked forward immediately. At this moment, Nearly Headless Nick held him, to be precise, through his arm, and Ron shivered stiffly.

"Oh, sorry, we'd better hide and wait for her to go by..." Nearly Headless Nick said.

"Who are you waiting for?" Ron still wanted to ask, but at this moment, Harry and Hermione grabbed him from left to right and hid in the mist. Two seconds later, a squat ghost passed in front of them, wearing thick, pearl-colored glasses, which Harry guessed were used to hide the pimples on her face. while alive.

"It's Myrtle!"

"Hush" said the almost headless Nick nervously, putting his transparent fingers up to his lips. From Harry's perspective, both Nick in front of him and Myrtle in the distance looked sneaky. of.

Myrtle was a poor ghost, and Harry felt sorry for her, even though his brief encounters with her were not pleasant.

It was Voldemort again. This was Voldemort's first murder, he thought, staring at Myrtle's receding figure, only through the eyes of the basilisk.

Harry's expression became heavy. Throughout May, he tried not to think about Voldemort's life or death, and devoted himself to preparing for the third project. Information on Voldemort. He accidentally saw Hermione's notes, which mentioned Voldemort's childhood. He didn't know where Hermione learned about it, and he didn't want to ask, maybe it was Professor Haip.

If Hermione knew that he was interested in these things, she would definitely persuade herself not to think so much.

But Harry can't forget the records in his notebook: he showed outstanding magical talent before entering school; he was feared by his peers; , was allowed to enter Hogwarts to study.

Why didn't Dumbledore see through Voldemort's disguise? Harry thought angrily, let him stay in the orphanage, maybe there will be nothing later. Wu's Orphanage, is that the name? Harry tried to remember, thanks to Uncle Vernon's more than one threat to send him to an orphanage, he was familiar with the name of the orphanage in Surrey.

But he changed his mind, Voldemort probably didn't live in Surrey, and he couldn't help feeling discouraged.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he fell into the ice hole, and Nick stretched out his hand to pull him again in a hurry. He quickly backed away from the outstretched arm of the ghost, "What's wrong?"

"You were almost discovered." Nearly Headless Nick said apologetically. They hid in the thick fog and listened to his explanation: "Listen to me, the appearance of Room 7 is the gospel of all ghosts. I can taste the taste of food again, although it is incomparable with when I was alive, after all, the taste is limited...but...it is already very good..."

"What does this have to do with Myrtle?" Ron asked puzzled, and quickly poked his head out of the thick fog, "She's gone."

"You know, being a ghost, she doesn't do much with group activities... She's too reserved, obsessed with her own death..." Nearly Headless Nick said, "We have a meeting, Fat Friar It is proposed to avoid her when she comes to classroom No. 7, so as to prevent her from being too depressed and not coming."

"You are so considerate." Ron said with an unclear attitude. He was frightened by Myrtle once in the second grade and fell directly into the entrance of the secret room. Of course, he jumped down voluntarily afterward.

"Thanks," Nearly Headless Nick said cheerfully, waving them goodbye.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed out, discussing the matter all the way.

"They're right, I mean, room number seven belongs to Hogwarts, and all ghosts have that power, don't they?" said Hermione.

"We just had a disagreement about Myrtle's personality," said Ron. "Introverted? She's very courageous in some ways..." He looked at Harry, who immediately understood him. the meaning of.

It is said that one of Myrtle's hobbies is sneaking into the prefect's bathroom to peek at the prefect taking a shower. Ron once asked Cedric and Roger Davis about this question with interest, um, it is true.

They walked out of classroom 7 and came to the auditorium. Fortunately, they caught up with the last meal time. Roger Davis waved to them across the Hufflepuff dining table, and Ron suddenly burst out laughing , "Ouch, when I think of Myrtle." Harry also grinned, feeling much better.

Hermione looked at them inexplicably. At this time, a group of owl messengers flew in, and the brown owl landed in front of Hermione with the "Sunday Prophet". Hermione opened the newspaper and browsed quickly.

"Any news?" Harry asked.

"Oh~IndoMTL.com~ Let me check..." Hermione lowered her head and said, "I actually want to see news about the 'future world', but given the bad news before, no news is best Yes... yes! Rita Skeeter's new book is out, it's a biography of Regulus," she said looking up to Harry, "I should buy a copy and see what it says."

"Since when did you pay so much attention to her?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Oh, how should I put it?" Hermione smiled brightly, "I found that she still did some research, and there is about one-tenth of the truth? You need to pick out the useful things."

Harry has to admit that there is some truth to this, because the company 'Future World' was suddenly reviewed by the Ministry of Magic in the name of "misuse of Muggle items" and "illegal modification of Muggle items", as well as "exposing the magic world". Propensity".

They were in a panic at the time, and kept writing letters to Ron's father, Percy, Remus, and Sirius to inquire about the situation, but within a few days, the matter disappeared. Instead, it was revealed that Fudge had accepted a large amount of bribes, Several pure-blood families are involved.

During that time, news about Fudge's clarification of fake news and news about new evidence being exposed could often be seen in the same newspaper. After that, there was less and less news about the "Future World" company.