A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 601: House

In the office of a Potions professor in the office of a certain Hogwarts rune professor, text volume, chapter 601, Harry woke up panting, breathing greedily like a drowning man.

There were shadows all around, and Harry seemed to see a hooked nose, but when Hermione helped him put his glasses on, Snape stood at a distance. . . Before he could see the expression on the man's face, Ron and Hermione rushed forward and hugged him tightly, making him breathless.

"I'm not—ahem—it's okay," Harry mumbled as he struggled to keep himself from being strangled by the two men.

"Dude, you almost scared us to death." Ron patted him on the shoulder and said, Hermione covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

"I'm fine," Harry repeated, looking at the tense two, and all the emotions came back in a short time. He said without emotion: "The duel is over."

"How did it turn out, Dumbledore won, didn't he? We won?" Ron asked loudly, while Hermione looked at him expectantly.

Harry didn't know how to answer, he watched Dumbledore's turn from defeat to victory, but he really couldn't say the word 'we' now, "Yeah, Dumbledore won, the war—the war is over Already."

"Great!" Ron exclaimed, shaking Harry excitedly, "Great!" Hermione burst into tears from the pooled eyes.

"Potter—" Snape asked hoarsely.

"Dumbledore is still alive, Professor Happer has passed, and Kreacher is mentioned - I don't know why, no one has spoken to me. And Voldemort, he was swallowed by a snake, probably I'm not dead yet." Harry said in a breath, looking away, "Sorry, my mind is a little messed up now, I want to go out, go out and get some air..."

He broke free from Ron's hand and rushed out of the office.

Harry walked quickly in the underground corridor, and climbed up the stairs with a dull expression. In the foyer, there were excited fifth graders standing in twos and threes. Some members of the Rune Club and the front-line lookout station greeted Harry, haha Leigh nodded stiffly in response, and some unfamiliar students pointed in the dark, probably discussing his 'nightmare' in the last exam.

"What the **** did he dream about, that he wanted Dumbledore to die..."

The discussion in the corner came to his ears, but Harry didn't have the slightest intention to defend himself. He walked straight through the hall, and he could still hear Neville's loud rebuttal words in his ears. He walked a few steps quickly, and passed through the oak gate. The sun set on the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and along the curved lines, the Forbidden Forest was inlaid with a golden-red border.

He walked aimlessly on the stone steps. He had nowhere to go, but to find something to do for himself, and as far away from other people as possible. He went to the Black Lake first, but it was occupied by the fifth and seventh graders who had finished their exams, so he changed direction and stopped in front of Hagrid's hut for a while, without knocking on the door, he turned and walked into the Forbidden Forest.

When his figure was covered by the dark and dense shadow of the forest, he felt a burst of relief.

There will be no one in here. As he walked deeper and deeper, the tall and dense trees blocked the faint light at dusk. He lay on a dark and flat stone, his eyes watching the speckled light through the thick leaves. Only then did Harry start to think seriously. He temporarily put Snape aside in his mind. He finally understood his mission. The meaning of his existence was to take the initiative to die at the right time, so that Voldemort's last connection in the world would be destroyed. cut off.

There is a prophecy. Harry thought about it, maybe he and Voldemort were prophesied, he probably could guess the content, it should mean that the two of them will die together, or better, they will die together? He couldn't help but think of Snape again, he was the one who told Voldemort the contents of the prophecy. At that time, he was still an evil Death Eater, and he would passionately kiss Voldemort's robe every time he met...

At that time, he must have been full of ambition and complacent, and he could not have imagined that this prophecy would kill the person he loved deeply.

The whole thing was far more complicated than Harry had first thought. His heart pounded at the thought of death, and his stomach twitched involuntarily, as if a block of ice had been stuffed into it. His mouth was dry and his throat was congested, and Harry knew it was fear that had gripped him. What would it be like to die? He has had the experience of escaping death many times, and many times he almost thought that he was going to die, but death did not accept him.

He is agile, and his luck is surprisingly good. It seems that some hands are playing with his fate, telling him that it is not the time...

But now is the time.

Harry suddenly had the urge to turn his head and run away. He was now in the Forbidden Forest, he could Apparate, and then he destroyed his wand and hid somewhere no one knew. He took out his wand and looked down at it. As time passed, the Forbidden Forest became darker, as if it had entered the night. Harry was getting more and more anxious, urging himself to make a decision, at least...at least go to Godric's Hollow again, send a bouquet of flowers for his parents' tombstone or something.

Otherwise when he got back - Harry thought pessimistically - Dumbledore might grab him and tell him with a sneer that he was going to take him somewhere to be with Voldemort. He imagined the scene, the headmaster's two hands grabbed his shoulders and shook him vigorously, Professor Haip and Snape sandwiched him from left to right...

But Harry didn't do anything in the end, he was like a student who suddenly decides to indulge after an exam, sneaking off to take risks in the Forbidden Forest, essentially nothing like those students who take a nap under the shade of a willow tree by the Black Lake different. He came down from the stone slowly, his legs were a little weak. He looked down at the holly wand of phoenix feather still clutched in his hand, and wondered who to keep it for.

But who uses a second-hand wand? Not necessarily, Harry retorted in his heart, at least it would be fine as a spare wand.

This is an excellent wand.

Harry is confident that he will take it to confront Voldemort head-on, maybe that's better, and die in the resistance... But Voldemort has been captured, Dumbledore and Professor Hemp have done everything, can he It's really limited.

He thought of Ron and Hermione, and wondered what they would think if they found out. They'd probably do something to stop him, and Harry could guess their reaction—the shock at first, and then Ron muttering, "There must be another way." Hermione would combine everything she'd seen with this. Recite the title of the book with a little edge. Well, if they had the chance to know.

Harry walked slowly towards the castle, making up his mind that - if he had time - he would ask every ghost in the castle how it felt to die. He knew at least two of them, Myrtle who was killed by the basilisk and Nick who was almost headless who was hacked to death by a rusty axe. The pain before their death was completely incomparable.

"Swoosh!"

Harry lowered his head abruptly, and the Iron Armor Curse formed a barrier in front of him. He stared blankly at the bow and arrow that was still some distance away from him, stuck in the ground, and the tail of the arrow shook wildly. It seemed to serve as a warning, and then the trees swayed, Harry squinted, and he heard the clatter of a horse's hooves.

"Bain, that seems to be a student."

"Pony?" a brusque voice called.

A centaur came out from behind the bushes, with platinum hair and the body of a silver-maned horse. Harry knew this centaur, his name was Firenze. Firenze looked at Harry, and said with some surprise: "Harry Potter?"

Another centaur appeared, with black hair and a black body, and looked stronger and rougher than Firenze. He held a bow in his hand, obviously, he was the one who shot the arrow stuck in the ground.

"Pony, get out of here." The black centaur said grumpily, "The centaur is not your human nanny, don't expect us to follow you like donkeys to provide protection."

Harry didn't speak, he was still angry about the arrow, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to teach this rebellious-looking centaur a lesson, maybe it was Hagrid's recent complaint that played a role, "Then A group of dead-headed rogues... I don't mean all, a few are quite easy to talk to, but most of them..." He muttered disdainfully, driving a bone needle that could pass as a wand into the thick canvas, and he was sewing Lope's pants.

Or it may simply be that the centaur disturbed his thinking.

Harry walked back in silence, when there was a sound of hooves behind him, and one of them followed. Harry didn't look back, he wasn't interested in the other party's purpose. But the guy named 'Bane' called out, "Remember, Firenze! I can let you befriend that little girl, but don't say what you shouldn't! We swore we would never have anything to do with wizards Your messy trouble!"

"I didn't think about it," the voice seemed to sound from above Harry's head, shaking his ears a little itchy, Firenze roared: "But I really want to say something now!"

Bane let out angrily—Harry felt a little relieved—but when they walked a distance, he became a little worried about Firenze's situation. He heard from Hagrid that centaurs were stubborn and violent.

"That - um - that little girl means Luna?" They walked silently through the woods, and Harry found something to say.

"That's right." Firenze said briefly, walking beside him.

"They stopped you from contacting Luna?" Harry asked, "Can't you make friends with wizards?"

"That's not quite right," Firenze explained, "Luna... she's not very old, and that helps her. Centaurs don't hurt ponies, and she..." Firenze thought for a moment Thought, "She gets on pretty well with all the centaurs except Bane, especially the girls, who love the airship lee earrings and cork necklaces."

Harry really didn't expect Luna to be so 'friends' so widely, and found a confidant from another group.

For some unknown reason, he said in agreement: "She can also weave garlands."

"Yeah, part of the pattern is still learned from the centaur." Firenze said, Harry stared, imagining the scene of Luna and the centaur girl learning how to weave flower baskets, he didn't think it was against the law.

"Then Hagrid—"

"He is one of the few people who can deal with it. We like people who are simple-minded and love nature. But it is not so good now, you know, the old man of the tribe is very dissatisfied with his behavior of placing his brother in the Forbidden Forest. said Firenze.

Harry recalled Hagrid's words that the Forbidden Forest does not belong to the centaur, but an area designated by the Ministry of Magic for the centaur to live in. But he didn't speak his mind.

They walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and they could see Hagrid's hut in front of them, with green smoke coming out of the chimney.

"Thank you, Firenze," said Harry.

"You're welcome, I've seen a lot of little wizards who strayed into the Forbidden Forest, although some of them weren't 'stray'." Firenze said, Harry nodded and took a few steps, "Oh, Potter." Firenze called to him, and Harry turned to look at the centaur.

"Bane doesn't want us to have any contact with wizards. He is a radical faction, but I think it is necessary to keep in touch with wizards properly. You are weak and cannot survive alone. I believe you are an important part," Firenze said.

Harry's mood suddenly became gloomy.

"An important link?" He said in a low and hoarse voice, "I may not be able to help you...you can ask Professor Haipu."

"We don't trust him," Firenze said softly.

Harry raised his head in surprise, and Firenze said: "To be precise, we don't trust any adult wizards." Harry felt strange, he thought that Professor Hap had had a conflict with the centaurs.

However, when you think about the criteria for making friends with horses - simple mindedness and closeness to nature, Professor Haipu seems to be unable to stick to any of them.

Harry returned to the castle with a heavy heart. He didn't know why Firenze seemed to have unrealistic expectations of him. It was almost dark, and he guessed that at this time the students should be enjoying the food in the auditorium. So he walked into the Great Hall, and the laughter and laughter around him had nothing to do with him, and he sat down at the edge of the Gryffindor table, hiding from his acquaintances.

Next to him was a junior student he didn't know, but that student obviously knew him, the little wizard let out a cry from his throat, and then secretly poked his companion's ribs with his fingers.

Harry picked up a piece of pie hastily and shoved it into his mouth carelessly.

There were a few seats vacant on the professor's chair, and Dumbledore, Professor Hemp, Sirius, and Snape were not there, and the students didn't find anything unusual—the professors didn't come over for dinner on time every day— —they talked lively about the completion of the Wizarding Ranks and final exams, and someone even mentioned summer vacation.

But today is different.

It occurred to Harry as he split the pie in half with his fork that Voldemort had fallen so quietly that if people could see into the future they would be amazed at how peacefully they passed the day.

He thought of what Firenze said again, the magnificent era... Will he be lucky enough to see it? Or, the "important link" in Firenze's mouth actually started with his own death?

That's really important. The wizarding world has since gotten rid of Voldemort's shadow and can live in peace...

Harry glanced again, none of the absent four came, then he bowed his head and tiptoed out of the auditorium - Ron and Hermione were restless while eating, looking around, and he had to hide , he hasn't figured out how to face them.

Where did those who didn't come go? thought Harry on his way back to the common room.

Could it be that somewhere he didn't know—maybe the headmaster's office, or a desolate mountaintop—was having an unusually serious conversation, and Dumbledore told Sirius solemnly that Harry was a Horcrux ...

If someone had to inform him, he hoped it would be Sirius.

In the depths of classroom seven.

Felix handed Dumbledore the Hufflepuff's gold cup, and together they looked at the Ouroboros circling in mid-air.

"...you glued a dozen Patronus together?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "How did you do that?"

"It's really difficult, and it takes a lot of time to really realize it, but I took a trick," Felix said: "I found a commander for them, a spiritual leader."

"You mean Harry..."

"That's right~IndoMTL.com~ Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Where's Kreacher? "

"I sent him to Sirius. He is bound by the magic of his kind. He has just lost a master and is very depressed. Sirius is comforting him."

Standing behind them are the memories of several professors, young Felix, young Dumbledore, young McGonagall, as well as Flitwick and Newt Scamander, looking at the air with serious expressions The dark green patron saint in the .

"There's a mysterious person hidden in its belly? My God, this is too dangerous, you shouldn't bring it to school." The young Ms. McGonagall said, clutching her chest, her whole body was heart-wrenching. Shake up.

"For some purpose, we need him to be alive for the time being," said Felix. "Really, Minerva, you couldn't find a better place: The huge magic power in Gewarz's defense system, the massive emotions collected in classroom No. 7, and of course the most important... still you."

"But this is not a prison, Albus, and we are not jailers. I hope you will think carefully!" Ms. McGonagall said fiercely, "Students come in and out every day, in case something happens—"

"Then temporarily close this place and not open it to the public." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"It's better not, sir." Felix interrupted: "I need to use it to collect enough emotions. This is an important step to suppress Voldemort's will and let him go into sleep passively. I can create a A temporary passage separates the two."

"School will be on holiday in a few days. Be optimistic and think that we may solve the problem during the holiday."

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