A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 619: Ancient Magic Text Improvement Class

"A certain Hogwarts rune professor ()"

The Gryffindor common room.

"What did you say? At school! Are they crazy?" Ron roared, disbelief on his face.

Hermione shot him a hard look. Ron lowered his voice, but his tone became more urgent, and hissed, "Is it true that the mysterious man was locked in classroom 7? Am I dreaming?" He subconsciously glanced at the room in the lounge. The wall clock, unfortunately the lights have been turned off now, the light is too dim for him to see clearly.

"Professors cast a lot of magic on him." Harry whispered, and he described to the two in detail what happened to Voldemort he saw, emphasizing the occlusion composed of multiple Patronus Snake, but Ron was still muttering "Crazy, all crazy."

Hermione seemed a little calmer, she was only surprised for a moment, and then tried to analyze the intention of doing so.

"I thought Voldemort was dead—"

Harry and Ron looked over in surprise.

Hermione said impatiently: "Oh, yes, the last thing Harry saw last term was Voldemort being captured, but that doesn't mean anything, because at the time," she made a 'Horcrux' "There is another one in Bellatrix Lestrange's hands."

"... At that time, if Voldemort died at that time, it would be a relief, because he could hide in the state of a remnant soul. So I can fully understand the actions of Professor Haip and Principal Dumbledore. The problem is, I Thought they would destroy the Horcruxes as soon as possible, but they didn't..." She looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, "There must be something wrong."

"Your analysis is correct," Harry said, "There is one more thing that Voldemort uses to live forever than expected."

Hermione and Ron gasped together.

"Have you found the extra one? Has it been destroyed?" Ron asked hurriedly.

Harry stared at him, nodded blankly, and shook his head again.

"I found it, but it hasn't been destroyed yet?" Ron guessed, "But why, is it not easy to get it in someone's hands? Oh, I can let Professor Haip steal it--"

"Harry!" cried Hermione.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think Professor Hap would mind—" Ron was halfway through his apology, and suddenly realized that Hermione was calling something other than his own name, "My name is Ron, remember?" But Hermione Staring at Harry's face, his lips quivered.

Ron's pupils dilated in horror, and he slowly turned his head to look at Harry.

"That's right, I'm the last one." Harry tried his best to keep his tone calm enough.

"Hush." ​​He saw the mouths of the two opened wide at the same time, and raised a finger, "Things are still turning around. That's why Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Haip saved Voldemort's life. Listen to me End—"

He began to tell them exactly what happened, only concealing the existence of the Resurrection Stone, which Dumbledore had asked him to keep secret. The story was very long, and he had to start with the last History of Magic exam. Harry quickly talked about the pictures he saw from Snape's memory. For some reason, he didn't hide anything, and said it straight .

Ron and Hermione couldn't help but sigh.

"Remember the boy from the medicine shop?" Hermione asked softly, and Harry knew that she was talking about the story they got from Professor Hemp in the name of Ms. Jane, which was the first time Harry For the first time, he forced himself to examine Snape's complex feelings for Lily Evans.

No one spoke for a long time.

After a while, Harry continued. He talked about seeing Snape and Dumbledore's private conversation—"Did they already know?" Ron exclaimed, "No, you knew then?" Looking at Harry, Harry grinned at him, "I thought I was going to die."

"No wonder you suddenly want to write a book." Ron came to his senses, and then looked suspiciously, "You and Ginny didn't interact much at the Burrow. I thought you were embarrassed at the time, but now that I think about it... ..." He clenched his fists, furious.

Harry took a step back flinching.

"If you're going to give up—"

"How come!"

Harry said in a panic, at this time Ron had already rushed up, Harry closed his eyes, but what greeted him was not a punch, but a hug. Harry could barely breathe. "Damn it, remember this punch first, if there's another time—" Ron shook his fist threateningly.

Hermione covered her mouth, her eyes sparkled, "Oh, you two."

Things seem to pass like this, the rain is over and the sky is sunny. Harry thought it was the first time in two months that he was laughing heartily. Seeing the worry in Hermione's eyes, he hesitated and said, "Don't worry, Dumbledore told me something...he has a secret weapon..." Seeing that Hermione was about to speak, Harry shook his head repeatedly. "Don't ask, I promised Dumbledore to keep the secret."

Harry's source of confidence is the legendary Resurrection Stone. He has witnessed the magic of this sacred artifact - Dumbledore used it to recall his sister Ariana, and introduced her to Harry. And this is just some of Dumbledore's "studying the resurrection stone."

"By the way," said Ron, "I saw Hagrid when I left the Great Hall at night."

Harry's eyelids twitched violently. He felt that the confidence in his chest was quickly replaced by other emotions, and he said dryly: "Hagrid—what did he say?"

"Are you still going to take his class this year?" Ron asked back. Neither Harry nor Hermione said anything.

The three of them looked at each other.

As he lay in bed, Harry stared at the boards of the four-poster bed, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, why didn't Ron bring up this difficult problem tomorrow?

After breakfast the next day, the new sixth graders stayed.

The four deans came down from the staff table to distribute and organize the timetable for the students. This is a real hassle because the deans have to check the O.W.Ls of the students first to make sure they are eligible for the class.

"Potions class - good, if I still teach this class, I will never accept this grade."

Snape's recognizable indifferent voice reached the Gryffindor table.

"Potions only needs to be good?" asked Ron, who had just had time to think that the Potions professor had changed.

"Yes, Weasley, Professor Slughorn is willing to accept students with grades of 'good' and above." Professor McGonagall said, putting a stack of blank timetables on the dining table, flipping through own notes.

She called several students by name in order and distributed the schedule to them.

"Granger."

Hermione strode over and said quickly:

"I will continue to study Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbalism, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and Potions."

A smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's serious face.

"Of course, Miss Granger, Professor Marchclass specially wrote a commendation letter." She waved her wand, and some gold-red ink writing appeared on the empty timetable, and then she turned her head to Neville, Neville A little nervously took out a small note, lowered his head and read the content, "I choose Herbalism, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes—"

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be nervous, Longbottom, your mother has already written to me. With your grades, you can take another Potions course, okay?" She looked at Neville, and Neville nodded.

Then Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and raised his head from the crowd, "Is there anyone else who chose ancient runes? The first class is ancient runes, you have to hurry up—"

Hua la la raised countless arms.

“——Professor Haipu only accepts students with ‘excellent’ grades in O.W.Ls,” she added.

Several arms dropped dejectedly.

"In this case," Professor McGonagall said, looking at the number of students who have not decreased at all, he said with some headaches: "Let's line up in order."

Looking at the crowd in surprise, Ron whispered to Harry, "It's unbelievable that there are still people who didn't get outstanding..."

Harry just shrugged. According to his observation, everyone's ancient rune scores are surprisingly good, which leads to a phenomenon that everyone seems to regard the improvement class as a compulsory course. Although Professor Haipu warned everyone that the improvement class will be difficult in the last school year, there are not many students in the end. Have the courage to give up a superior subject.

In the end, Harry and Ron took the same courses, namely Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism, Transfiguration, Potions and Ancient Runes.

"Only one less subject than Hermione," said Ron, half triumphant, half sighing.

Harry was not surprised. He thought back to his five years at Hogwarts—the first three school years were relatively easy, and he and Ron basically only worked hard in the last two months of the final year; but the two years of fourth and fifth grades were like nightmares of.

In the fourth grade, they practiced magic hard for the Tournament, but at the end of the third project, they were almost killed by Voldemort.

Harry will never forget how powerless he was in the face of Voldemort - if only he was okay, but he watched Ron and Hermione being tortured. May turn into a cold corpse.

Because of this experience, the intensity of their training made even Sirius unable to stand it. Even Ron—Harry knew he didn't care much about grades, but he'd been gritting his teeth through the past two years.

The only explanation, Harry thought of what Hermione said to him during the summer vacation of the fourth grade, "I don't want to die in a war." In war.

…

When the three of them rushed to the ancient rune classroom, Professor Haipu was already waiting there, and the chairs were full of students.

"Why so many people?" Harry said in surprise.

"The advanced class is taught by the four colleges together." Hermione whispered.

"Hey. Look over there." Ron poked Harry's ribs with his fingers, and Harry looked to the far left of the first row, where a furry Nixie yawned and sat on a stack of thick books, Daphne Greengrass sat upright on the other side, but her eyes always subconsciously glanced to the left.

"Varren?" Hermione said in surprise, and Varen heard the voice, raised his head and waved lazily at them.

"Merlin's beard," Ron said in admiration, "Professor Haip is no longer satisfied with letting Nixie know how to read."

They found a place to sit down, and Harry couldn't help but stare at the back of Warren's head. He then looked at the professor who was sitting next to the podium, flipping through the rune book. This is to become a classmate with a Xixiu?

After a while, Felix put away the rune book and stood up. He glanced across the classroom, where the seats are now full.

"You have gone through three years of studying ancient runes and have achieved excellent results."

"I hope that you chose this course because of your love for ancient runes, because you will find that the difficulty of improving the class is completely different from before... You should have heard of casting spells without a staff? Yes, this Door skills are widely used in the Waggadu School of Magic."

"The ancient runes also have similar requirements."

"Put away your wands now, you need to learn to get rid of unnecessary restraints," Felix said, while the students below put away their wands in a mess, "Very well, I need you to draw a picture in the air with your fingers. Ancient rune, I know that some of you can do it, the next step is to use your will to mobilize the magic power, let the rune symbols automatically appear around you, the more the better! Let's start."

The importance of the wand to wizards cannot be overstated. Losing the wand is undoubtedly a considerable mental blow to the students. Most of them stared at the small piece of air in front of them with wide eyes, their faces were flushed, and their fingers moved randomly, as if they had some kind of disease.

"I told you so."

Felix said in a low voice that couldn't help laughing, walking among the students, "There are actually some tricks, but you need to discover them yourself." There was no lack of gloating in his tone.

He walked up to Hermione, who was holding a gleaming rune in her hand, she was about to raise her hand when she looked up and saw the professor glaring at her.

Hermione put her hand down awkwardly.

"How did you do that?" Harry whispered as Felix left. Ron and the students around him immediately pricked up their ears and listened.

"Picture the magical symbol of the rune symbol in your mind," whispered Hermione.

Harry and the students around him suddenly realized.

Professor Haip has emphasized more than once the importance of the magical symbols of the practical rune, but they didn't connect it with the content of this lesson. Soon, this 'secret' spread to the ears of every student at a rapid speed. Felix pretended not to hear it, watching the students hollow out their thoughts like a ray of light, a ball of flame, or flowing water...

Some students are already rolling their eyes anxiously.

Harry hesitated for a moment among the three runes of 'flame', 'light' and 'sun wheel', and finally chose the 'light' rune - this is the practical rune he has mastered for the longest time, and Because of Illumination, he knows its magical symbols well.

He imagined in his mind what it would be like to use the lighting technique, and he swiped his fingers unconsciously. After a few failed attempts, he successfully outlined a shiny symbol.

"That's right, Potter." Felix suddenly appeared behind him, "You have initially freed yourself from the shackles of the wand, and then try to remove the physical aids—" With successful experience, Harry was full of confidence , but the optimistic mood didn't last long. After failing more than a dozen times in a row, he became irritable and his breathing became short of breath.

"Keep enough patience and confidence, and a little skill as an aid." Felix raised his voice to cover the wheezing and panting around him, and many students turned their heads around, feeling dizzy looking at them.

"It's not difficult, anyone can do it."

He swung his arm downward, and the ancient rune symbols rained down.

As time passed, the students gradually got a clue. First of all, it is extremely important to master the magic symbol of rune, and all the successful examples so far support this point of view; secondly, students who know the lighting technique appear to be more at ease.

"If you think about it carefully, the ancient magic doesn't need a wand at all, but we got into the dead end in the past..." a student belatedly said.

Even so, until the end of get out of class, only 30% of the students were able to draw a dim rune symbol with their fingers, and the number of students who let them appear by themselves did not exceed five.

"Ten points each for the top ten. Let me see, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw get thirty points each, and Slytherin and Hufflepuff get twenty points. Homework, fifteen inches Long essay—" said Felix.

There was wailing below.

But Felix was unmoved.

"—requires a discussion of the similarities and differences between wand-casting, wandless-casting, and gesture-casting, as well as the difference in psychological effects. Reference list." A list of book titles appeared on the blackboard behind him, "Of course, if The next time you meet, you can complete the second step, and the homework can be waived."

Students looked as if they had just been sentenced to death ~IndoMTL.com~ and then came back to life in the blink of an eye. Obviously, they underestimated the difficulty of this.

"Around Halloween, we will learn new content. Students who do not meet the requirements will be detained."

Felix neatly ended the first day of class for sixth graders, and left with Valen, who was so bored that he used his own magic wand to draw abstract paintings in class, the two argued quickly while walking—

"Didn't you insist on coming?"

"Hey!"

"No, you're just too free, stop flirting with that person, he looks at you in a wrong way, he probably suffered a lot..."

Many students used their brains too much, and they slumped on chairs with dull expressions.

"My head is full of teeth and claws now." Seamus muttered in a low voice, and yawned a lot. Then, as if infected, all the students fell asleep.

Hermione rubbed her forehead.

"What's next class?" she asked wearily.

"It's Defense Against the Dark Arts." Neville, who walked over, said that he seemed unaffected.

Harry had an image of an old man in his mind, who had given him an encouraging smile in the morning. After dawdling in the classroom for a while, the students left one after another, they lined up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry opened the door, and then suddenly backed out and stared at the sign on the door, looking like he had seen a ghost of.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked in surprise, she squeezed past, looked into the classroom, and then opened her mouth too. In addition to that Professor Bagshot, there are still four people sitting neatly in the last row of the classroom——

Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Happe and Headmaster Dumbledore.

At this moment, the wrinkled old man standing on the podium under the sun became unpredictable.