A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 491: Last night of the school year

Dobby left happily. Ron thought the house-elf's screams were too scary to scare the others away. As Mr. Weasley went to visit Mrs. Weasley, who had been insomnia all night, only Harry, Ron, Hermione and Felix were left in the ward.

"Professor, this is your ring," Hermione said reluctantly, and took out a ring from under the pillow, "I haven't had time to open it yet."

Felix took it, saw the expression on Hermione's face, and poured out a large pile of magic letters from the ring, almost drowning her.

"It was originally prepared for you, Miss Granger. What you need now is extensive practice and your own insights. There is not much help from others in this regard."

Harry took the opportunity to ask about the magic protection mechanism on his body.

"That's an area I haven't touched." Felix shrugged and said, "I suggest you find an opportunity to ask Principal Dumbledore, he casts more than one protective magic on you."

While watching Hermione happily put the Rune Letter into the beaded pouch, Ron asked curiously: "Professor, how did you come back from the dead? And," he deliberately lowered his voice, "Hermione used Time Converter, this means that you have arrived early and watched the whole process?"

Felix laughed. "Actually, I set up cameras around at that time, so I didn't see the specific process very clearly... But your screams are quite piercing, and I almost thought it was an accident." He said to Ron.

Ron scratched his head in embarrassment, but he couldn't help shivering at the thought of the terrible punishment of the Cruciatus Curse.

"As for the resurrection from the dead...I've never died before. Let's just think that I have mastered a magic similar to Apparition, but it looks a little scary." Felix explained.

"I see." Ron was a little disappointed, "I thought—"

"Think I can resist Voldemort's Killing Curse?" Felix asked with a smile, and Ron nodded. "This spell is probably the magic that Voldemort is best at. His understanding of the Killing Curse is better than anyone in the world. I'm not interested in experiencing it myself..."

"The Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Killing Curse, the reason why they are called the Three Unforgivable Curses, apart from the fact that there is no solution to the curse, I think there is another important reason, that is, the power of the spell faintly touches the soul The category of the field—”

"Soul?" said Ron in astonishment.

"Yeah, torture, control, and destruction..." Felix said softly, and the three people on the hospital bed couldn't help shivering, "Although I haven't tried it, I think these three spells are equally effective. The ghosts are effective." Seeing their terrified faces, Felix changed the subject and said, "Actually, there are still ways to deal with the first two spells, and the advanced memory magic is one, but I prefer that it is to control one's own will. Very high level of results.”

"Do you think the will can resist the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse?" Hermione asked sharply, and she felt that this statement was a bit far-fetched.

"It's a firm will." Felix corrected, "I can cite some examples, such as the Longbottoms, and Harry's experience last night. Of course, these evidences are specious, and there are too many interfering factors... ...But there are quite a few records showing that wizards can get rid of the influence of the Imperius Curse on their own."

He tilted his head at Harry. Harry once got rid of Crouch's Imperius Curse. At that time, Crouch was still pretending to be Professor Moody in class. Harry had already checked with the real Moody. Moody regretted that it wasn't him. Come up with ideas.

Just as Felix was recommending the Happy Charm to Harry and Ron, Madam Pomfrey walked in, ignoring the protests of the three, each of them poured a large glass of euphoria. When they were done, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all giggled.

Madame Pomfrey said worriedly, "I can only try to keep them positive and optimistic, temporarily forgetting about the terrible experience that night... Maybe it won't be so scary when I recall it after a while."

"Madame Pomfrey, they are stronger than you think." Felix said to her, walking out of the ward.

At the door of the ancient rune office, he saw Uriah, Byers and Bethni waiting outside.

They came to say goodbye.

"Mr. Haipu, I am very grateful for the communication during this period. I have an idea-to start a newspaper to publicize the views of the Reform Society. I would like to ask if you mind if I share some of our previous discussions Put it on..."

Felix has no reason to refuse.

…

Harry stayed in the ward for five full days, cooperating with Madam Pomfrey in various examinations every day, and he felt like a guinea pig. Hermione was the first to leave the hospital hospital, followed by Ron, which made the next few days difficult. Madam Pomfrey finally agreed to his request after he requested to be discharged more than a dozen times.

However, Madam Pomfrey gave him a large pot of euphoria before he left, and Harry felt that all the stocks of the school hospital were here. "All three of you, drink a small glass a day during this time." She said seriously. Judging by her posture, if Harry disagreed, she would force him to stay and supervise him to drink up the potion in the jar.

After coming out of the school hospital, Harry didn't know where to go for a while, he felt that he must be silly holding the jar. He also didn't want to go back to the lounge. During the few days in bed, he, Ron, and Hermione spent a lot of time discussing the impact of Voldemort's resurrection, and Hermione kept searching for useful information from the newspapers. His mind was a little numb.

He stood in the hallway, looking out the window. From his position, he could see Hagrid's hut, Beauxbaton's carriage was still there, but the statue of the magical animal in the Quidditch pitch Ilvermorny station was gone, Harry realized that the Tournament was over and they should leave Hogwarts...

However, Durmstrang's weird sailboat is still docked by the Black Lake. He saw little people like ants moving on it, and wondered if there was Krum in it.

"Hi, Harry," said Neville's voice, "you're out of the hospital. Whoa, that must be the euphoria, but you've got a bigger bottle than Ron's. You missed something while you were in the hospital, The Ilvermorny and Waggadu teams have left."

Harry felt a little sorry. He hadn't thanked Nona in person yet, and her amulet was still working. And Byers, he considered them friends, but Dumbledore forbade others to disturb them. There was no other way, they were so popular that the flower baskets and fruit baskets brought by Madam Pomfrey filled the wards.

"...They couldn't see you, so they prepared some farewell gifts and put them in the dormitory... Ron decided to wait until you came back to open them. He endured it very hard." Neville said with a suppressed smile.

Harry thought about it, and grinned too.

"Why are Beauxbatons and Durmstrang still around?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?" Neville scratched his round face, "The students of Beauxbatons stayed here voluntarily. Mrs. Maxime is still in school. I don't know why. But Dems Trump’s students will suffer.”

"What happened to them?"

"The headmaster of Durmstrang, the one called Karkaroff, left his pupils and sneaked away. No one knows when this happened, Aurs Poliako Said that Mrs. Carkalo has disappeared since the night you came back."

Harry was very surprised. The principal of a magic school was scared away by Voldemort's menace hundreds of kilometers away? This made his heart heavy, as if a stone was tied to his stomach, and he kept falling down.

"Then how should they go back? They must be terrified."

To Harry's surprise, Neville laughed.

"Well—to be honest, their emotions are still stable, Karkaroff is not very popular, remember? Just because Poliako showed some black magic in the duel class, and Kakarov was killed by Kakarov when he went back Husband taught me a lesson."

"But he's doing it to protect the reputation of his school!" Harry shouted.

Neville shook his head, also feeling that Karkaroff's actions were unreasonable.

At this time, Professor McGonagall hurried over from the other side of the corridor.

"Potter, come with me, the headmaster wants to see you—"

Harry said goodbye to Neville, and Neville offered to help him bring the euphoria back to the dormitory, which made Harry very grateful. He followed Professor McGonagall to the statue in the headmaster's office, but Professor McGonagall didn't follow, so he opened the door alone, almost bumping into Snape. Snape's face was not very good-looking, his face became even paler, and there was a coldness from the inside out.

Before Harry could take another look, Snape flung his robes and walked away from him.

Harry walked into the office, Principal Dumbledore put his hands on the table, staring at a shallow stone basin in a daze, Harry recognized what it was, it was a Pensieve. This was the first time he had seen a real Pensieve, but he had seen something similar at the Rune Club.

"You should recognize what this is, Harry?" Dumbledore smiled and looked up.

"Yes, Professor," Harry's heart was pounding, "Professor Haip imitated the Pensieve to make some rune items..."

"Ah, the ancient runes are indeed very convenient," Dumbledore said with a smile, "it can be used in ancient magic, and it can also be used to make magic items. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't stop these few years, I would definitely Take the time to study..."

"Then, Harry, maybe you can guess why I'm looking for you?" don't know.

"Well, I guess—you want to tell me something?" Harry honestly said what was on his mind.

"It's true to say that Voldemort has been resurrected, and Harry, you have been deeply entangled with his fate. I think it's time for you to know something and focus on some questions," Deng said. Bullido's blue eyes said through the half-moon glasses, "Of course, I also have a request."

"A request?" Harry looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he could do for the Headmaster.

"I want to see what happened that night," Dumbledore said softly, "through your perspective."

"My perspective..." Harry repeated slowly, a little confused.

"Yes, I told you in first grade that Voldemort's unsuccessful Killing Curse linked you to him, which allowed you to sense his emotions under certain circumstances ——"

"That's why you asked Professor Hemp to teach me Occlumency?" Harry blurted out.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Considering that Voldemort is getting stronger and stronger, and his resurrection seems unstoppable, I worry that as he grows stronger, he will find this connection, and even reverse it." Come and control you."

Harry was terrified, he could not imagine this scene. The scar on his forehead was painful, but it was nothing compared to the potential consequences, and he never considered that his scar would become something like the medium of the Imperius Curse.

"But your Occlumency is not bad," Dumbledore said with a slight smile, "I'm just explaining to you the most serious consequences, and I believe that it is very difficult for Voldemort to control your body from a long distance. .”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He thought of the principal's request just now, and an idea popped up in his mind, "Then you think that my perspective—um—can see something different?"

His attitude began to waver again, and so far his connection with Voldemort had been a good thing.

However, the potential danger cannot be ignored.

"I can't give a precise answer, Harry," said Dumbledore, "but I have an inference that when you get too close to Voldemort, the bond is strengthened, perhaps revealing some Secrets, and these secrets are hidden in your memory."

"I agree." Harry said, and then he hesitated: "But I don't know how to extract memories, I know the principle, but I've never tried it myself—"

"I can assist you in casting spells." Dumbledore said, "But don't worry, let's read a few memories together first."

…

At the same time, Draco Malfoy was holding a letter in a daze.

The letter was sent to him by his mother. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about it. The content of the letter was full of a mother’s longing for her son. Not to mention, the dinner dishes were thoughtfully attached to the letter list.

Draco didn't realize it was wrong until the second time he read it, his mother was rarely so verbose.

There are many rules in the Malfoy family, but there seems to be only one that satisfies the current situation—Draco silently recited a series of numbers in his heart, and at the same time picked out the letters on the letter paper in order, and soon he opened his eyes wide Eyes, the information conveyed by this secret letter is:

Find a chance to fight Potter hard.

…

On the night before leaving school, the front page of the "Daily Prophet" refreshed the topic of hot discussion at Hogwarts. Fudge finally walked out of the office. After hastily admitting that the mysterious man had really returned, he Showing that he is not suitable to lead the wizarding world that is currently entering a state of war, he decided to take the initiative to step down from the position of Minister of Magic.

Harry stared at the photo of Fudge in the newspaper surrounded by flashing lights for a long time. When he reappeared, he seemed to be ten years older. He had lost more than a circle of weight and looked extremely haggard. While venting his anger, Harry felt sorry for him.

At this time, Dumbledore stood up and delivered a speech. He affirmed the authenticity of the Ministry of Magic's announcement that Voldemort had returned from the dead, and reiterated the significance of the Tournament, emphasizing that "understanding and unity among wizards" is more important than ever.

"Every guest in this auditorium is welcome at any time as long as they are willing to come back."

Harry stared at the contents of the newspaper, the new Minister of Magic will be replaced next week by former Director of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Burns...

Is Sirius with her now?

"... Voldemort's methods of creating conflict and hostility are very clever. We can only fight it to the end if we show the same unbreakable friendship and trust."

The second edition introduces the Ministry of Magic's emergency wartime survival manual, which will be distributed in the next few days and sent to every wizarding family by owl.

Hope it works...

"We will all face dark and difficult times... many families will be torn apart ~IndoMTL.com~ You will have to choose between the right path and the shortcut..."

The fourth edition is bad news. A large-scale prison breakout occurred in Azkaban, and the dementors defected en masse. The good news is that there aren't many casualties, and Acting Minister Ms Burns has decided to ease the restrictions and recruit a cadre of Aurors and Strikers.

The pace of war has accelerated...

"We still have four people to thank, three of whom were still students, I'm talking about Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, who in every way were fearless Few people show this kind of spirit in the face of Voldemort... Courage and wisdom coexist, skillfully ask Professor Felix Hemp for help, and successfully escape Voldemort's clutches, and make Voldemort's tricks known to the public."

Dumbledore raised his goblet. Harry frantically toasted, and together with Ron and Hermione, greeted the gazes of all eyes in the auditorium.

The school year is over, Harry thought.

But the war started.