A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 653: An important sniff

"It's not mine, it's just borrowed temporarily." Harry said hesitantly, "I returned it to Headmaster Dumbledore last night."

"Give it back to Dumbledore—" Grindelwald looked at Harry blankly, "You mean, this was originally his thing?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry said firmly.

"Why did Dumbledore lend it to you?"

"I think it's because, uh, there's something wrong with my body, and this ring can help me. But I don't need it now." Harry said vaguely, did Professor Bagshot guess something? ? He took the initiative to mention the stubble, maybe he recognized the resurrection stone? But how is this possible... Just as Harry was thinking wildly, Grindelwald gently touched this topic. .

"Yes, you haven't come to class for a while." Grindelwald stared at the flames in the fireplace, and said after a long time. "It turns out...it's because of this."

Harry suddenly had an illusion.

Professor Bagshot may have known it for a long time. He knew that the gemstone inlaid on the ring was the resurrection stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows. Maybe he was recognized when he left the hospital yesterday and wore it to the auditorium. Professor Saud seemed more concerned with the ownership of the ring than with the ring itself.

"You're right, Harry, I probably know what it is." Grindelwald came back to his senses, and said in a calm tone, "Decades ago—Grindelwald sent Someone has investigated the whereabouts of that thing, and I am one of the insiders. I am worried that you just got it by accident, or it was used by someone with a heart... But since it is Dumbledore..."

He stopped talking, as if he thought the Resurrection Stone was safe in Dumbledore's hands, and raised his voice slightly.

"Okay, let's skip this funny episode. Harry, have a biscuit—" Harry picked up a biscuit. "I heard that your patron saint is unique. Not only is it powerful, but it can also launch physical attacks?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry said slightly excitedly. He tried not to think about his magic book, which was mostly written and whose progress was currently stalled.

"Then you must be aware of the importance of firm belief to a wizard."

"Is-what?" Harry looked at him puzzled.

"Faith, Harry." Grindelwald repeated slowly, saying: "To a certain extent, wizards will turn from specific magic to thinking about some very broad concepts, but that is just the appearance. Interpret the understanding of the nature of magic in your own way."

"An interpretation of the nature of magic," said Harry thoughtfully.

"That's right, we are born with magical power. Therefore, if you want to achieve something, then all the conditions that are related to it-such as the amount of magic power, control, transformation methods, and the integration of beliefs... these are the only things you can do. It is something you should pursue all your life."

Grindelwald explained softly.

Harry let out a soft, enlightened breath, and he felt that many unclear problems in the past were solved.

……

"It's love. There lies the secret of all magic."

In the headmaster's office, Snape closed his eyes, seeming to be bored by the rhetoric. "I'm tired of hearing it, Dumbledore. What I want to know more is that after eight months of indifference, you called me into your office again...for what?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"I heard the complaints, Severus, you know I can't allow you to enter classroom seven."

"Yeah, you're afraid I'll kill him on impulse." Snape said coldly, "He's still useful—you told me that, but I can't see any progress."

"About Harry—"

"He's still a horcrux, I went to the school hospital to have a look...while he was in a coma." Snape's voice became agitated, "Didn't you say you were working hard, what did you do?"

"Actually," Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm pretty sure. The question is... when, and what preparations do I need to make." He looked down at his hands.

"Fully sure?"

"Exactly."

Snape seemed utterly bewildered, pacing back and forth in front of Dumbledore with a cold glance.

"Preparation? What preparation?" Snape asked after a while. "Also," he stared at the white wand in Dumbledore's hand with obvious disgust, "why don't you destroy it?"

"I'm afraid it's still useful, Severus."

Snape's expression changed to one of obvious alertness.

"Who do you want to give it to? It belongs to the Dark Lord, not for anyone!"

"That doesn't bother me, Severus. What really bothers me is the other wand, which I can't make up my mind about... well, maybe it's too soon, I'm barely strong. "Dumbledore said while looking at Snape, as if to say: Yes, I use you as a reference standard to measure.

Snape's face darkened, and he really wanted to curse now.

"What has Felix been up to lately?" Dumbledore changed the subject.

"Some time ago, I borrowed the research materials of Wolfsbane Potion from me." Snape said, "It seems that he is ready to solve the problems that plague the entire wizarding world."

"Exuberant research desire," Dumbledore said admiringly, "Where's Varen?"

"The Sniff?" Snape narrowed his eyes, "The answer is important to you?"

Dumbledore winked at him happily.

"It's nice and well-loved," said Snape dryly. Seeing Dumbledore's satisfied expression, he opened his mouth: "Dumbledore, I don't understand why you care—"

"Oh, Severus, this feeling is hard to describe, I suggest you try raising a pet yourself. My recommendation is a parrot, you can teach it to talk."

Snape turned his head with a dull expression, followed Dumbledore's interesting gaze, and looked at Fox who was "clicking" pecking at the fish bones. He said with a strange expression: "I don't know if I can Equating - but I did try naming them after you when dealing with Billywig bugs, and I have to say I got an indescribable sense of satisfaction..."

……

A new week.

"Rule 12, the same ancient magic may be fused under certain conditions. After fusion, the power remains the same and the range of action increases." Felix said with a smile: "The task in your class is to verify this A theory, and record your experience in practice.”

The students moved and divided into groups of twos and threes.

"What ancient magic?" Ron asked.

"Whatever," Harry said with a yawn, "we can only use teaching magic in class anyway."

Teaching magic is another new word invented by Professor Haipu. Many students still remember what the professor said when he explained it to them: "Real ancient magic—especially offensive ones—is too dangerous to use unless necessary. I will not teach in the classroom, I will teach you assistance and defense... such as the lighting and flying magic that you have learned before. In addition, I have specially developed a series of magic spells for daily teaching and practice. Text magic."

"Specifically, it is to ingeniously transform modern spells and replace them with ancient spells, which will also allow you to understand the second rule more clearly: the general principles of all magic - including ancient magic - Be consistent."

The two chose the snow-making spell. After a while, a cloud of snow condensed on their hands, and they cautiously let them approach, "Wait, I saw the rune sequence, I don't think so," said Harry.

"Okay." Ron thought for a while, staring at himself and competing with himself. After more than ten seconds, the snow cloud in his hand finally no longer looked like a glowing cotton candy.

The two approached again, and the snow cloud merged together without any hindrance. They looked up at a large snow cloud floating on the ceiling and falling large white snowflakes.

More people joined in, the snow cloud continued to expand, and the falling snowflakes piled up on the ground in a thick layer. A water dragon six or seven feet long came out, and around them stood a few students eager to join in.

After class, the students' heads, eyebrows, and clothes were covered with frost, as if they had been frozen outdoors all day in the cold winter.

Then they hurried off to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, trembling.

Professor Bagshot led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and stopped. "I originally wanted to take you to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, but the application was rejected." He said with regret: "Your task is to build a temporary shelter for yourself with all the materials you can find nearby, plus find food of."

"Professor Bagshot, is this also a technique to hide oneself in Muggle society?"

"Summaries pretty well."

"But why don't we go to the Muggle shop and buy something to eat?" Ron muttered to Harry dissatisfied. It's a pity that the sound was too loud, and the professor heard, "Because you will jump up excitedly when you see the Muggle notes, and you will point to their music players and say: Hey, we have them over there too-Mr. Weasley?"

Ron stopped talking, and the other students who had objections quickly calmed down.

The above examples are taken from the previous lectures. Professor Bagshot adopted a class method similar to Lockhart's drama performance, except that the students need to be divided into two parties-one side plays the vigilant Muggle, and the other plays the A wizard masquerading as a Muggle and strike up a conversation.

Of course, the Muggle-playing student gets some 'hints', a small piece of parchment. In Hermione's words, it was an assessment question, but Harry thought it was more like a short script with some very tricky language traps written on it, and many students fell for it.

For example, when Seamus was discussing his favorite football player with someone, he talked a lot about Quidditch technical moves, and used his superb eloquence to make the other party speechless.

"...flying fast and well, swooping down from fifty feet!"

His homework was two inches longer than the others that day.

Professor Bagshot asked Seamus to use the extra space to describe how football players fly.

"Do those people know magic?" he asked politely.

As expected, camping turned out to be a mess. Harry and Ron dug a big hole in the ground with a trap, covered it with branches and grass blades, and hid in it to chat. As a result, Neville, who came out to pick wild fruits, stepped on the air and hit Harry and Ron. Harry hit his head with a big bump in excitement.

After Neville left in fear, they learned their lesson and cast defensive magic and silencing spells nearby, intending to hang out until get out of class was over. As a result, they felt bored after only half an hour, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance. When they came out, they were surprised to find that the other students were obviously interested in eating, and they were busy at the moment.

Draco Malfoy walked around holding a bunch of charred mushrooms in disgust, and Daphne Greengrass shrewdly traded a bouquet of wildflowers for two mashed potatoes , Justin dug up a nest of beetles, and a few Ravenclaw girls picked wild celery and mushrooms, and the harvest was not small. When Harry and Ron passed by Ernie McMillan, they saw him quietly use the Transfiguration Charm to turn the stone on the ground into a rabbit.

"Brilliant. I've come up with a great idea," said Ron admiringly, before sneaking away.

"Ron --"

Harry called out, but Ron was gone. Worried about attracting attention, he had no choice but to give up, and walked around the vicinity twice, but found no trace of the professor, so he found Hermione, who was irritatedly dealing with her mushroom soup.

Harry took a quick glance at the contents of the jar and immediately lost his appetite.

"What do you think?" she asked expectantly.

"Well——" Harry hesitated, "It's pretty good."

Hermione sighed and was about to speak when someone shouted in the distance: "I found a small stream, it's nearby, and there are fish in it!" opened.

Harry tried his best not to look at the gray-brown mushroom soup under his nose, and tactfully suggested that Hermione follow him to have a look. Hermione glanced sadly at what she had made, and agreed without any further struggle.

Harry and Hermione hadn't taken a few steps when they heard their names being called from behind. It was Ron, he ran over in a panic with a huge pumpkin in his arms, and said out of breath, "It's too bad, I was spotted by Fang when I was leaving, and I heard the voices of Hagrid and Professor Bagshot."

"They didn't see your face, did they?" Harry asked nervously. Ron recalled it carefully for a while, but he couldn't remember clearly.

At noon, the students devoured their food hungrily, and their appetites were much better than usual.

"Hey, Harry!" Luna said cheerfully as Harry and Ron were scrambling over a share of mashed potatoes. Her gaze stayed on Harry's hand for a few seconds, and she asked curiously, "Where's your beautiful ring?"

"Ring, ring?" Harry choked. He was surprised to see Luna squinting happily, pointing to his left hand, which was now empty.

"Beautiful?" Ron called.

Hermione didn't speak, but her expression already showed her attitude.

Harry's heart sank. This was the second person to notice that he didn't have a ring on his hand, and given his previous experience, he was more sensitive to this issue. However, Luna's focus is different from ordinary people as always. To be honest, he thinks that even with the fame bonus of the resurrection stone, the ring is far from beautiful.

It's rough workmanship, especially as its last two owners (not counting Voldemort) probably didn't think to treat it well.

"I saw you wearing it last Saturday," Luna said affirmatively, "when I went to the auditorium for dinner at noon. You were surrounded by many people at that time, and you may not have seen me pass by you .”

"It's not mine, I returned it to the original owner." Harry said vaguely.

"Oh." Luna said regretfully, and ran to sit with Ginny.

Looking at her back, Harry suddenly had a thought in his mind. Luna relayed Firenze's words before—she would pass by the Resurrection Stone~IndoMTL.com~ Now it seems that it perfectly fits the horse fee According to Lunze's divination, Luna did pass by herself wearing the resurrection stone ring.

But Headmaster Dumbledore has had it for a long time, hasn't he? Harry thought as he ate, maybe the headmaster and Luna had passed by countless times before him.

But Harry soon realized that he seemed to rarely see Dumbledore wearing that ring in public, especially this semester... "Hiss!" He gasped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing," said Harry immediately, surprised at what he thought: Was Dumbledore trying to keep Professor Bagshot from knowing? The information that he had forgotten a long time ago was rediscovered at this moment, constantly reminding him that these two people knew each other.

In the evening, Felix delivered food to the werewolves temporarily living in the suburbs, and came to Three Broomsticks before ten o'clock in the evening. After drinking a small cup, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

A tall man with sharp-edged face and conspicuous blue-green eyes sat across from him. At the same time, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were cast to this side either explicitly or secretly.

"Mr. Haipu, hello." The man said.

"Mr. Noel?" Felix smiled, looked around, moved his hand away from the cup, and tapped the table lightly. "Why, you parents gathered together to persuade me to help your children transfer schools? You have found the right person."