A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 629: Detention

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the students moved.

Tables are piled into corners, leaving a large area in the middle. For the next few minutes, the classroom was chaotic, and no one wanted to be the one with the wand pointed at the back of the head. Harry and Ron pushed and **** each other for a long time. In the end, Ron won because of his height and physical strength, and Harry was pushed to the front. , Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Neville standing next to him with his mouth flattened, with an expression of rushing to the execution ground.

"Preparation—the students in the front row cast a supersensitivity spell on themselves—"

Harry didn't care to look at the others, he pointed his wand at himself and whispered a spell. In an instant, his senses became extremely sharp, and countless details that he ignored before flooded in. Harry was no stranger to this spell, and he quickly blocked unnecessary details, trying his best to capture the threat from behind. Gradually, he 'saw' something, a blurry point of light appeared behind him, it was Ron's wand, and there was something foggy around the tip of the wand.

It occurred to Harry that in the first few lessons, Professor Bagshot had sneered that their spellcasting was as conspicuous to some people as yelling into their ears'.

Harry involuntarily clenched his wand tightly, his nerves tensed, he was afraid that Ron would forget the professor's request and cast the spell.

This is not unfounded worry. Some students have already lost control of their magic and caused disasters to their companions. In Harry's eyes, those arcs of spells are like sparks that flicker in the darkness. "The losing group switches places," Grindelwald said slowly, ignoring the menacing glances of the students switching places. Seamus was desperately apologizing to Dean in a low voice, saying that he didn't mean it, but Dean, who was smelling burnt, just sneered at him. Draco Malfoy frowned and froze in place, looking at Blaise who was limping towards him with a guilty conscience.

Sabini.

For the next few minutes, the classroom was in chaos. When it was their turn, those students who were unfortunately recruited before, all returned their colors, all kinds of little curses were flying all over the sky, and there were grinning cries of pain everywhere. "Keep quiet, some minor injuries are fine." Grindelwald said lightly,

He has amazing eyesight. Except for a pair of students who lost control of their emotions and were called out with strange heads, everyone else continued to practice tremblingly.

At present, only Harry and Ron, as well as Neville and Hermione, remain unchanged. Hermione is famous for her control over magic power. If the professor doesn't stop, she can maintain it until the end of class. It's just because of Neville, he was so nervous that his hair stood on end, and because he overreacted,

Use the Iron Armor Charm several times in vain.

Ron turned his head, and when he saw Draco Malfoy being hit by the petrification curse straight up and falling face down on the ground, he laughed out loud, and couldn't help shaking his wrist, "Be careful, Harry!" Ron yelled suddenly. He didn't need to remind him, Harry had already noticed that the magic power wrapped around the tip of Ron's wand had changed, and at this moment he completely left his half-baked silent spell behind him and shouted, "Armor protection! "

An invisible solid wall formed instantly.

Harry's Iron Armor Curse was so powerful that seven or eight students around him were pushed away, and the classroom was turned upside down instantly. Harry opened his eyes and saw that Neville was pressing Justin underneath, the two of them moaned "Ouch", he hurried forward to help them up. It wasn't until this time that Grindelwald walked over slowly and removed the various curse effects on the students one by one.

"Continue after a ten-minute break," he said calmly.

"It's horrible." When the students came out of the classroom an hour later, Ron grinned, "The class is in such a mess, and the professor doesn't care about it." The marks, as if from a whip, were the effect of Ernie MacMillan's Stinging Charm.

Harry said nothing. His walking posture is a bit strange, as if he can't use his strength. After the break, Professor Bagshot asked them to rotate their opponents. His Esperation spell was good, and he blocked the spells behind him several times, but in the last five minutes of the class, Draco Malfoy behind him was still waiting. There was a movement, and a spell came out of nowhere and hit Harry directly. After that, Draco also accidentally missed,

The two Weak Legs spells superimposed, making Harry's legs as soft as noodles.

Hermione tidied her hair angrily, and the thing became like a devil vine, tangled into a furry ball, even if Hermione looked at it for a long time with the mirror conjured up by her magic wand, she couldn't figure it out.

"Professor Bagshot would love that, I suppose!" she said sharply.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Think carefully," she said, "what does he want?"

"Exercise us to use the Sense Charm to detect the danger from the dark place." Harry said, and then some understood, "You mean he did it on purpose? Deliberately not maintaining order? How is this possible..."

"How can practice be more effective in actual combat?" Hermione said preemptively. At this time, several junior wizards passed by them, covered their mouths and pointed at her, which made her temper worse. Finally she left Harry and Ron to go back to the girls' dormitory.

"Don't you still have an arithmetic and divination class?"

"Let me walk around with a ball of yarn on my head? No!" cried Hermione angrily. "I hate Daphne Greengrass!" She ran away, leaving Harry and Ron looking at each other , Ron said frankly to Harry: "She described it very accurately. It really looks like a ball of yarn. I think it was Crookshanks who inspired her."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny suddenly appeared.

She stretched out her hand and pulled the distraught Luna over, as if to prevent her from getting lost. "Hello." Luna greeted with a somewhat ethereal voice, her eyes followed Hermione's leaving back, obviously very interested.

Harry's face was a little hot. He suddenly remembered the time with Ginny at Mrs. Puddiffe's teahouse. The weekend is here.

"Well," Ginny's voice suddenly sounded like a mosquito, her cheeks flushed, "Ha, Harry, Luna has something to tell you, Luna?"

Luna is chatting with Ron. "I like Hermione's new hairstyle," she said, "I just don't know if it will be troublesome to deal with."

"Oh, it's easy, you just need to master the knotting spell." Ron replied.

"Luna!" Ginny called.

"Oh," Luna came back to her senses, she said generously, "I want to ask you for a favor."

"No problem," Harry said, looking at Luna, surprised to find that this eccentric girl had new ornaments, her hair, neck, and wrists were wrapped with colorful stones. Hair accessories, bracelets and necklaces, Harry felt, these things would not be too eye-catching only if they were worn on Luna, probably because her own temperament was already very prominent.

"I want to learn a Parseltongue," Luna said.

"Okay what?" Harry shouted, and Ron, who was asking Ginny why he was blushing, turned his head sharply, his neck twisted awkwardly, as if he was the one who had the knot curse. He had a look of disbelief, but Ginny was very calm, as if she had known about this for a long time, her eyes rolled.

"Snake-lao-tongue." Luna said, she seemed to mistakenly think that Harry didn't hear clearly, so she deliberately spoke at full speed, and her mouth shapes were very standard.

"Oh, Luna, I know what Parseltongue is," Harry said with a headache, "I mean...well, which one do you want to learn?" Already had a hunch.

"Turn on." Luna spoke again very slowly.

Harry's heart sank.

Open. This is the key to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the two of them want to go to the Chamber of Secrets! Harry felt that his guess was correct, and he stared at Ginny. Ginny had already turned her head away, sneaking a guilty glance at Harry out of the corner of her eye.

Harry felt troubled, and more importantly, he didn't know why Luna suddenly wanted to go to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, was it because of what Ginny said? He could only fool around temporarily, "Well, I have to think about it carefully, there will be ancient runes in the afternoon... Cough, I mean Potions class..."

Luna stared at him for a while, "Okay, then this weekend, okay?

Harry nodded numbly.

Luna bounced away. Ginny also wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but was left behind by Harry, who wanted to find out what was going on. Ginny looked dejected, and they walked all the way to the lounge, "We tried many methods, asked Fred and George for secret passages, asked Firenze the centaur for divination, and even advertised in the "Wall of Mystery" tabloid. That's how Luna's pebbles came about, she actually likes it!"

"Don't change the subject," said Harry.

Ginny rolled his eyes at him, and whispered, "Okay... to find the resurrection stone."

When Hermione came back from her arithmetic and divination class, she saw Harry, Ron and Ginny gathered together with expressionless faces and a serious atmosphere. She asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?" She thought After thinking about what happened in the past two days, he said, "Aren't you still struggling with Carlotta Pinkstone?"

"It's worse than that, Hermione," said Ron sternly. "We don't think we'll have much chance of seeing Carlotta Pinkstone in person, unless you count the three chocolates under my trunk." Frog card. To be honest, I have long forgotten her."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked curiously.

When Ginny whispered about her and Luna's efforts to find the resurrection stone during this period, Harry, who had heard it once, was inevitably distracted. He began to think about the feasibility of this matter. He was indeed a little angry because he, Ron, and Hermione almost died there in their second year - although it turned out that they were perfectly safe, with three professors nearby!

In addition, the basilisk is dead, and it is estimated that the materials on its body have been divided and used by the professors. High-quality research papers.

As for hidden dangers--Harry believed that Professor Haip and Headmaster Dumbledore would not let them go, so in theory it was safe there.

Harry's attitude began to waver.

After the Potions class in the afternoon, Harry once again declined Slughorn's invitation, "I'm going to Professor Bagshot's office to do my homework tonight." Some hoped that Professor Slughorn would defend him, so he deliberately didn't use 'Quidditch training' as an excuse.

But Professor Slughorn just rolled his eyes a few times, "It's him, I don't know him very well, I always think this person is very..." He stared for a long time, but couldn't find an adjective, he Fiddling with the gold buttons on his vest, he muttered uneasily, "What a pity, isn't it? We'll just have to look for another chance."

So at eight o'clock in the evening, Harry knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor full of resentment.

"Come in, Harry," said Grindelwald.

"Sir, let me explain the mistakes I made in the thesis." Harry said, he turned his eyes away from Grindelwald, and unexpectedly saw an open gift box on the table, he thought Some familiar.

Grindelwald grinned.

"Think I'm not nostalgic? Harry, I didn't intend to criticize you, yes, there are some points in your paper that seem... naive, but it's not your fault. I'll never forget that afternoon, you Reach out to me. Not everyone helps an old man with no one to see. I appreciate it, Harry."

Harry was visibly dazed.

"I, actually...is..." he hesitated.

"Kindness." Grindelwald said softly, "I went to you several times, and I was selfish at the time... I wanted to find out more about Hogwarts and accumulate my chances for my interview. I heard you by chance. How did your uncle and aunt treat you? They spoke very harshly, and several times I wanted to rush in and question them loudly, why did they treat their relatives like this, just because you are a wizard?"

Harry's eyes were red.

"Sir," he whispered, "I'm used to it, and when I'm an adult, I'm going to move out."

Grindelwald patted Harry on the shoulder, "I fully understand your embarrassment, even if I ask you to fight back appropriately—this is your right—you gave up because of the kindness in your heart"

"I can't do magic outside of school," Harry whispered. Suddenly he thought of Dudley.

"We all know that's just an excuse. If a wizard wants revenge, there are countless ways to make them feel miserable. It's your kindness that forgives them, even if they don't appreciate it, but it's not yours Wrong," Grindelwald emphasized: "It's not your fault."

Harry wiped his eyes.

"I was a saint, boy," Grindelwald said.

"Holy, what? Sir?"

"Saints." Grindelwald said: "Do you know Grindelwald? His followers are called saints, but in fact 'followers' is not the right word, because everyone wants to change. The dreams of the wizarding world come together."

"I, I haven't heard much..." Harry said in shame, his eyes suddenly rounded, "Wait! Grindelwald? I thought of it." He tried hard to recall a passage, "Dumbledore Well-known contributions include: Defeating 11 in 1945"

"The dark wizard Grindelwald." Grindelwald showed his white teeth and said with an indifferent smile: "This is the impression he left on the world. It is recorded on the chocolate frog card, it does not exist alone, It is one of the achievements of being the greatest wizard of our time."

Harry didn't know what to say, he was in a mess. He tried to sort out the explosive information he had just obtained: Professor Bagshot was once a saint, a follower of the dark wizard Grindelwald, no, it should be said that he agreed with the idea, so did Professor Bagshot hate Muggles?

He thinks he has found the reason.

Grindelwald looked at Harry calmly. Then he took out his wand, held it to his forehead, and pulled a silvery filament from the tip.

"Professor?" Harry asked quietly.

"Shh." Grindelwald raised his finger, he flicked the wand in his hand vigorously, the silver thread was thrown into the air, and then a picture hung in the office.

It appears to be a party. A middle-aged wizard steps onto the stage. He doesn't look like a wizard, but rather a rock star. thought Harry.

Then there was an empty, fanatical cheering sound in the picture, and there was a lot of people there, and Harry inexplicably thought of the scene when he won the Quidditch championship.

In the picture, the crowd quiets down, the person in the middle of the stage begins to give a speech, and Harry is surprised to find that one of his eyes is silver-white.

"They say I hate non-wizards, Muggles, No-Majs, Momo." Harry looked at Grindelwald, who didn't know what the last word meant. "Various versions of non-magical people," Grindelwald said simply. Harry nodded, and looked up into the air again.

I don't hate them. I don't hate ~IndoMTL.com~ I don't fight to hate. I don't think Muggles are an inferior group, but a different kind. It is not worthless, but has other kinds of value. Not free disposal, but special treatment. "

The person on the screen paused and continued.

"The blooming of magic will only be in a very few souls. It will only be granted to those who pursue a higher cause. What a world we will create for all mankind! What we hope is freedom and truth-" said Then, the man suddenly looked out of the screen, looked at Harry, and seemed to be talking to him.

"More love."

Harry was dumbfounded and couldn't help swallowing his sleep foam. At this time, the picture disappeared, and he felt that there was still more to say.

"Any more?" he asked.

"Sorry," Grindelwald said: I shouldn't have shown you this, I promised Dumbledore that it might get me into trouble.

But last week an old friend approached me and brought back some memories. He said, glancing at the gift box Harry had noticed.

A moment of silence.

"The person in the picture is Grindelwald?" Harry thought for a while and asked.

Exactly. Grindelwald smiled, "Okay, leave him alone, kid." I have to remind you that he was a dark wizard and had many demonstrations and some people died... let's go back to your paper and after we get those little things out of the way we can talk about magic.

"It can be seen that you are very talented."

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