A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 645: Success or failure

The new semester starts, Dean and Seamus are back, Harry is the happiest person, he finally doesn't have to face the deathly silent dormitory alone,

And began to look forward to the arrival of the first night.

As a result, after the dinner that day, Harry was called to Professor Haip's office to add emotional nourishment to the Ouroboros in classroom seven. After witnessing the intimidating and beautiful Ouroboros swallowing his stag Patronus once again, Harry asked Professor Haip, "That... Riddle is okay?"

He didn't know if Tom Riddle had already learned the Patronus Charm. Thinking that this matter had something to do with him, Harry couldn't bear the strangeness in his heart.

"That depends on how you define it." Felix said: "He is on the right path, but if you ask him himself, he probably won't be happy, and he might lose his temper."

"Professor, do you really think he can get better?"

At least Harry didn't believe it, he felt that instead of having unnecessary expectations for Voldemort, he might as well say to the Patronus of the Ouroboros, do it well,

You have a great responsibility.

"Good and bad are compared, I just hope he is not too bad."

"Would it work? I mean...for me" Harry faltered, trying not to think about the fact that he was also a Horcrux,

It made him feel dirty.

"It's hard to say, Harry, it's really hard to say." Felix hesitated rarely, "Memory can't be compared with a real soul. I've been trying to help Riddle grow up, but... you know we Do you still have two intact Horcruxes in your hand?" He changed the question.

"Locket, gold cup," said Harry.

"That's right, there are two pieces of Voldemort's remnant soul hidden in it, I hope Riddle can absorb a small piece of soul before merging with the soul of the main body,

Or all. "Memory needs a vehicle to function," said Felix. "

Harry was shocked by the audacity of the idea, but even without knowing much about Horcruxes, he could hear how difficult the plan would be.

"Just in case..."

"Then I will suggest that Dumbledore completely seal it up and use all means to turn Voldemort into an idiot." Felix said coldly: "Unless Dumbledore has other ways, or wait a few decades for me to have it again." Be sure, otherwise."

He looked at Harry, and Harry immediately understood that if what the professor said happened, he might live forever with a piece of Voldemort's soul, and the matter would not be over until the day he died.

Harry is almost sure of this, because Voldemort once made a living Horcrux - using a boa constrictor, and finally that piece of soul dissipated with the death of the boa constrictor.

Harry returned to the dormitory with heavy steps.

His own death would destroy Voldemort's hope of life, he told himself. But who wants to die if they can survive? He still has so many bonds, he hasn't seen the wedding of Sirius and Ms. Burns, they may have children, and Lupine and Tonks, he may be godfather to some children, and Ginny , Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna...

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not unacceptable to have a piece of Voldemort's soul hidden in his mind. When Harry returned to the dormitory, he was startled when he saw Ron and Neville staring directly at him, and subconsciously called out to the police. In the other two beds, Dean and Seamus were already asleep.

"Hey." Ron and Neville looked at Harry flatteringly, and consciously put tape on their mouths.

Harry raised his wand numbly.

The next day, the sixth graders received word that their twelve-week Apparation class had begun.

In the common room, almost all the students who meet the requirements have signed up, crowded in front of the notice to sign their names, in a corner of the lounge, Harry, Ron and Hermione are sitting together, seeing Neville, Di Ann and Seamus came back talking and laughing.

"Harry, there is a small piece of scotch tape stuck to the corner of your mouth." Ginny said happily, and helped Harry pull it off. Ron subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't you going?" Ginny asked again, looking at the person who came back from the notice board, "Oh, I forgot, you could do it last year. I remember that Ministry of Magic teacher... what's his name?" By—Ross, Rocky?"

"Wicky Tecrosse," said Hermione.

"It's him," Ginny said casually, resting her head on Harry's shoulder, "Didn't he promise to help you get the certificates in advance?"

"Obviously, someone broke their word," said Ron Duan.

"Oh one by one" Ginny straightened her body and stared at him for a while, "I think you seem to have mentioned it several times, but you won't talk about it after Easter."

"I remember so clearly," Ron looked at her indignantly: "Since you have such a good memory, you should know that I don't want to see my sister clinging to someone else, even if that person is my best friend." — one"

"You can find someone else, too," retorted Ginny.

"Who?" Ron asked warily.

When Ginny raised her head, Harry and Ron looked at the direction her chin was pointing at the same time, and a girl was looking at her. "Lavender?"

Ron cried out, "What does it have to do with her?"

Ginny gave him a sympathetic look, leaving him with a haughty profile, "Idiot," she said clearly, and Ron flushed.

Harry immediately recognized the danger signal—Ron's ears were red—he grabbed the figure that flashed in front of him, and asked impatiently:

"How about it?"

Seamus sat down on the arm of Harry's sofa with a blank face.

"Ouch what? Hey," he seemed to be mistaken, and said seriously: "I think it can be done, and now I have become proficient in adapting to the appearance of followers. This summer, my mother asked my cousin Figo to take me to practice— ——The current situation was not stable at that time, and people wanted to make as much preparation as possible.

"I know," Harry went on, "it's like Illumination against Inferi was once very popular."

"That's right," Seamus said excitedly: "Mom said she was exhausted during that time, but she only learned the lighting spell, and she couldn't learn the light and fire spell—that's for her It's so hard," he whispered to Harry, "Figo gave me some extra guidance—I mean Apparition, and there were times when I felt light, as if I'd fallen into cotton, which meant I was far away. Success is very close, isn't it?"

"Maybe you can do it in your first class." Harry said from his own experience.

"Maybe it's a split body." Ron said with a smile, and Seamus' face turned pale after he finished speaking. Ron hurriedly tried to remedy it, "I mean

——Actually, the split is not a big deal, there is a professor on the scene, except for some pain—"

Judging from Seamus' expression, his words did not have much comforting effect.

Harry shrugged, looked at Ron and Hermione, and said, "Let's go, we'd better sign up too, it'll be bad if we're not allowed to attend classes...

In the corridor on the second floor, Felix came to Professor McGonagall's office, ready to discuss the weather of Animagus, and he planned to confess to a limited extent the fact that he could summon a storm with thunder and lightning.

The door was ajar, and it opened with a slight push, and he heard voices inside.

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Knoll, Hogwarts is currently not accepting senior transfer students... We do have exchanges with Ilvermorny, Waggadu, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry student plan, but it was put on hold due to the war, and this is a cooperation between schools, not for private individuals... Yes, that's what Headmaster Dumbledore meant"

Felix pushed open the door, and Professor McGonagall was facing him, talking to a middle-aged couple. He was a little surprised. He had just heard the surname 'Noel' and thought it was an old woman dressed up, but it turned out to be different from what he thought.

"I'm sorry. Will come again," the man said hoarsely.

They got up and left without further entanglement. When Felix passed them, he saw a sharp-edged face and impressive blue-green eyes.

"Oh, Felix," said Professor McGonagall from behind his desk, looking relieved.

"What's going on with that family?" Felix sat on the sofa, seemingly asking casually.

"He came from the United States and is planning to move to the UK to settle down. He hopes to let his children study here for the last six months." Professor McGonagall said: "I have been with me for a long time, and this family is very stubborn."

"Can't wait half a year?"

"I also find it strange, they said that it is not stable over there..." Professor McGonagall said, they spent the rest of the time discussing the weather issue,

When Felix made it clear that she came, she laughed unexpectedly.

"I really plan to ask Dumbledore for help. No, it's not a storm but the next full moon. The mandrake leaves after fully reacting with saliva must receive pure moonlight, but the weather has been cloudy recently." Professor McGonagall Seriously: "If they fail because of the weather, I doubt those students will have the patience to do it all over again.

Despite her serious tone, Felix could tell that she was very interested. This may be related to the recent papers published by Snape and Professor Bubbaji, not to mention Bubbaji, Professor McGonagall and Snape As the deans of the two colleges respectively, they are usually very competitive.

Professor McGonagall is much more active now than at the beginning,

Two weeks passed in a blink of an eye, and it was the night of the full moon again. 'The students of the Animagus class were gathered and walked towards the edge of a remote Forbidden Forest. Felix brought some candles from the auditorium and let them float in mid-air, the faint flames kept jumping, just like the mood of the students who were trudging in the dark at this moment.

In the past month, only 11 of the 23 students remained, less than half of the original number, but Professor McGonagall was very satisfied,

Frankly, this situation is the only one she has seen in her teaching career, and the group finally arrived at their destination.

She turned her back to the Forbidden Forest and faced the students. Open your mouth in ankle-high snow and ice.

"Come forward in order - Weasley, you are the first. Come on, get your hands off." Professor McGonagall said sternly, and Ron followed suit grimly,

"Your leaf is missing a corner, so it is not qualified."

"Is it really not good? Just a little bit." Ron said desperately.

"No, unless you are ready to grow a horn on your chest." Professor McGonagall said regretfully, "Next! Hannah Abbott

——" A ruddy witch with two big braids stumbled out from the crowd and showed her her share of mandrakes for inspection.

"Your pass." Professor McGonagall said softly.

Hannah burst into tears, tears streaming down her face, but her hand remained steady. Neville helped her to the side, allowing the inspection to continue.

"Cormac McLaggen, disqualified."

"Susan Burns, disqualified."

"Draco Malfoy, qualified."

"Ernie McMillan, disqualified."

Soon it was Harry's turn. He spit out the mandrake leaves from his mouth, carefully wiped the drool on it with his sleeve, and felt that something was missing in his mouth for a moment. Ron kneaded the mandrake into a ball with a stiff face.

"Those who fail have a second chance. But if you give up, you will have nothing." Professor McGonagall glared at Ron and said, "Potter One"

Harry stepped forward holding his breath, his feet seemed to be out of control, Professor McGonagall did not speak, she moved closer and pushed the square glasses, Harry stared at the jumping candlelight reflected on the lenses, and suddenly forgot How to breathe.

It seemed like a lifetime had passed since the line was so long, Professor McGonagall's voice came from afar, "Meet the requirements, pass!" Harry was dizzy for a moment. Hermione was behind him, pale with nervousness at the moment, pinching her own arm constantly, panting shortly after hearing from Professor McGonagall that she had passed, and walked aside, sobbing softly.

Those students who have failed long ago are sad, and they can empathize most-after all, they all suffer the same, but it must be admitted that those who have not been declared a failure until now are undoubtedly the worst. After the inspection, only Harry, Hermione, Hannah, Neville, Draco, and two seventh graders met the requirements and were allowed to proceed to the next stage of study.

Harry looked up at the full moon, every successful student here has paid a huge price, especially the psychological pressure, approaching the last few days, Neville didn't sleep, his eyes were scarlet, and Hermione was sick all day Sick, no longer answer any questions, and don't want to talk.

Hannah Abbott was on the verge of collapse several times, and she was the most diligent of all to find Neville to experience the Daydream Curse.

As for himself—Gryffindor's "Captain Ghost" has become very famous recently, he speaks softly with amplifying spells, not only the players, but even the audience in the stands. goosebumps.

Professor McGonagall began to distribute crystal vials, asking them to fill them with saliva, and then put mandrake leaves in them. Hannah's hands were shaking so badly that she almost knocked over the vials several times. Professor Haip Several small square tables were created with stones and branches on the ground.

Don't just stand around, the rest of you will gather around. If you still want to continue learning Animagus Transfiguration, you will use it one day. "Professor McGonagall shouted.

Students came over to observe, those who were judged to be disqualified on the spot were hit too hard, and Harry had no time to comfort the distraught Ron,

According to Professor McGonagall's instructions, add a piece of your own hair one by one, and a teaspoon of dew from a place where there is no sunlight or human contact for seven full days (provided by Professor Hype).

When the seven students finished the last step—putting the hawkmoth fly into the crystal vial, Professor McGonagall ordered them to screw in the cork and hide the bottle in a quiet, dark place.

"That's the edge of the Forbidden Forest." Felix explained, "Find a place you can remember and bury the bottle. I suggest you dig deeper to avoid being dug out by wild animals."

The seven students entered the Forbidden Forest step by step. Professor McGonagall waited until their backs disappeared from sight before turning around and saying to the rest of the students: "Students who still want to try go forward and receive the new Mander Pull grass leaves, the school will provide them twice for free.”

Half an hour later, the leaders returned.

Professor McGonagall let out a long sigh of relief, and let down his clenched fist.

"From today onwards, no one is allowed to look around—"

"In addition, although you already know it, I will repeat it again: For the next period of time, every time the few of you rise and set, you should perform the following actions, point the tip of the wand to the heart, and say the spell: Ah Mado, Animo, Animado, Animagus.'

"If everything goes well, at some point, after you finish chanting the spell, you will feel a second heartbeat, sometimes stronger than the original heartbeat, accompanied by palpitations and palpitations; sometimes it will be very weak. This is It is normal, you must persist in reciting the spell, and you cannot save it once, but you must report to the teacher immediately after that."

"Do you hear me clearly?"

Professor McGonagall looked at everyone majestically, "I'm not joking." The seven people in the center of sight nodded repeatedly. "Very good," she said, with a faint smile on her face, "you are very close to success~IndoMTL.com~ I don't want any of you to fail. You can go back first, I told Filch to give You stay the door"

"Professor? What about you?"

"Felix and I will set up warning magic around."

After finishing all this work, the two professors returned to the castle. Felix did not return to his office, but knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Felix?" Dumbledore in pajamas and glasses looked up and asked.

"Riddle has lost his mind, and he has begun to take the initiative to get in touch with advanced black magic." Felix said briefly: "I can't change his mind

——Either plan ahead, or let me destroy this personality and start over. But that takes more time. "

"I see."

Speaking slowly, Dumbledore took out two Horcruxes from the drawer and handed them to Felix. When Dumbledore was alone in the office, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily.

The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black hanging on the wall said in a greasy voice, "Don't know what's the rush, Dumbledore,

That kid's proposal is actually a good one. "

"I don't expect you to see it, Phineas." Dumbledore replied, he hesitated, and said: "But it must be quickly, Harry has not much time left."

Standing on the perch, Fox buried his head in his wings, snoring lightly,

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