Chapter 619: Ancient Rune Improvement Class
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"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor (
Gryffindor common room.
"What did you say? In school! Are they crazy?" Ron growled, a look of disbelief on his face.
Hermione gave him a stern look. Ron lowered his voice, but with more urgency, hissing, "Is it true, the Man-You-Knower is locked up in classroom seven? Could it be a dream?" He glanced subconsciously at the lounge. The wall clock, unfortunately, the lights are out now, the light is too dim, he can't see clearly.
"The professors cast a lot of magic on him," Harry whispered, and he described to the two in detail what he had seen with Voldemort, emphasizing the Ouroboros with multiple Patronus, but Ron was still muttering "Crazy, all crazy."
Hermione seemed a little calmer, she was just surprised for a moment, trying to analyze the purpose of doing this.
"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 caught, but that doesn't mean much, because at the time," she lip-mouthed a 'horcrux' , "And one more in Bellatrix Lestrange's hands."
"...If Voldemort died at that time, it would have been a relief, because he could hide as a remnant. So I can fully understand what Professor Hepp and Headmaster Dumbledore did. The problem is, I thought they would be as soon as possible. Destroy the Horcruxes, but they don't…" She looked at Harry with a confused expression, "something must have gone wrong."
"You're right in your analysis," said Harry. "Voldemort has one more thing to immortalize than expected."
Hermione and Ron breathed together.
"Has the extra one been found? Is it destroyed?" Ron asked hastily.
Harry stared at him, nodding blankly, then shaking his head.
"Found, but not destroyed?" Ron guessed. "But why, isn't it easy to get it from someone? Oh, you can let Professor Hepp steal-"
"Harry!" Hermione cried.
"Oh, sorry, I don't think Professor Hep would mind—" Ron apologised halfway through, suddenly realizing that Hermione wasn't calling out his name. "My name is Ron, remember?" But Hermione stared at Harry. face, lips trembling.
Ron's pupils dilated in horror, and he slowly turned his head to look at Harry.
"Yeah, I'm the last one." Harry tried to keep his tone calm.
"Shh." He saw their mouths open at the same time, and held up a finger. "There is still a turning point. It is because of this that Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Hepp saved Voldemort's life. Listen to me - "
He began to tell them the story as it was, only to hide the presence of the Resurrection Stone that Dumbledore had asked him to keep secret. The story is very long, he has to start from the last exam of the history of magic, Harry quickly talked about the pictures he saw from Snape's memory, for some reason, he didn't hide anything, he said it happily .
Ron and Hermione couldn't help but sigh.
"Remember the boy from the apothecary shop?" Hermione asked softly, Harry knew she was telling the story they had learned from Professor Hepp in Lady Jane's name, and that was the first time Harry forced himself Examine Snape's complex feelings for Lily Evans.
No one spoke for a long time.
After a long while, Harry continued to speak. He spoke of seeing Snape's private conversation with Dumbledore - "They already knew?" Ron exclaimed, "No, did you know that then?" He looked like a liar Harry, Harry grinned at him, "I thought I was dead."
"No wonder you suddenly want to write a book." Ron came to his senses, and then revealed a suspicious look. "You and Ginny didn't interact much at the Burrow. I thought you were embarrassed at the time, but now I think about it..." He clenched his hand. He clenched his fists and was furious.
Harry took a timid step back.
"If you're going to start messing around and give up—"
"how come!"
Harry said in a panic, when Ron was already rushing up, Harry closed his eyes, but what greeted him was not a punch, but a hug. Harry was almost out of breath. "Damn, remember this punch first, if there's another—" Ron waved his fist threateningly.
Hermione covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling, "Oh, you two."
Things seem to have just passed, the rain has passed. Harry thought it was the first time in two months that he had laughed 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 Hermione want to speak, Harry shook his head repeatedly. "Don't ask, I promised Dumbledore to keep it a secret."
Harry's source of confidence is the legendary Resurrection Stone, he witnessed the magic of this holy artifact - Dumbledore used it to recall his sister Ariana and introduced her to Harry, and this was just Dumbledore. Bridor "studied some fur from 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 something else, and he said in a dry voice, "Hagrid, what did he say?"
"Are you still going to take his class this year?" Ron asked rhetorically. Neither Harry nor Hermione said a word.
The three looked at each other.
As he lay in bed, Harry stared at the plank of the four-poster bed and couldn't help complaining in his heart, why didn't Ron bring up this 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 timetables for the students. This was a real hassle because deans had to check the students' O.W.Ls test scores to make sure they were eligible to take classes.
"Potions class - good, if I were still teaching this class, I would never accept this grade."
Snape's recognizable indifferent voice reached the Gryffindor table.
"Potions only need to be good?" Ron asked, just before he thought the potions professor had changed.
"Yes, Weasley, Professor Slughorn is willing to accept students with 'good' grades and above," Professor McGonagall said, putting a stack of blank class schedules on the dining table and flipping through his notes. .
She called several students in sequence and handed them out the class schedule.
"Granger."
Hermione strode over and said quickly:
"I will continue to study Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmetic Divination, Ancient Runes, and Potions."
There was a smile on Professor McGonagall's serious face.
"Of course, Miss Granger, Professor March class has written a commendation letter." She waved her wand, and some gold-red ink writing immediately appeared on the empty class schedule, and then she turned her head to Neville, who was slightly nervous He took out a small note, lowered his head and read out the contents, "I choose Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Rune—"
Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.
"Don't be nervous, Longbottom, your mother has already written to me. With your grades, you can choose another Potions course, okay?" She looked at Neville, who nodded.
Then Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and raised his head from the crowd, "Who else chooses Ancient Rune? The first class is Ancient Rune, you have to hurry up—"
Clap La La raised countless arms.
"—Professor Heppel only accepts students with 'Outstanding' grades in the O.W.Ls," she added.
Several arms dropped down in dejection.
"In that case," Professor McGonagall said, looking at the number of students who had not decreased much, he said with some headache: "Let's queue up in order."
Ron looked at the crowd in amazement and whispered to Harry, "It's unbelievable that there are still people who don't get excellent..."
Harry just shrugged. According to his observation, everyone's grades in ancient rune are surprisingly good, which leads to a phenomenon that everyone seems to regard improving the class as a compulsory course. Although Professor Haipu warned everyone that it would be difficult to improve the class last school year, there are not many students. Have the courage to let go of a dominant discipline.
In the end, Harry and Ron took the same courses, which were Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions and Ancient Runes.
"Only one subject less than Hermione," said Ron with a half-smug, half-sighed sigh.
Harry wasn't surprised. He recalled his five years at Hogwarts—the first three years were relatively easy, and he and Ron basically only worked in the last two months of the term; but the fourth and fifth years were like a nightmare. .
In their fourth year, they practiced magic for the Contest, but they were almost killed by Voldemort at the end of the third project.
Harry would never forget how powerless he was in the face of Voldemort—if only he was okay, but he watched Ron and Hermione tortured, and their lives depended entirely on a single Voldemort thought, which could turn into one at any moment. A cold corpse.
It is precisely because of this experience that their training intensity once made Sirius unbearable. Even Ron-Harry knew he didn't care much about grades, but he'd been gritting his teeth for the past two years.
The only explanation, Harry thought of what Hermione had said to him during the summer of fourth grade, "I don't want to die in war." But they didn't want to face Voldemort the next time they had to watch their comrades die in war.
…
When the three arrived at the ancient Rune classroom, Professor Hepu was already waiting there, and the chairs were full of students.
"Why so many people?" Harry said in surprise.
"The advanced class is a class of four academies together," Hermione whispered.
"Hey. Look over there." Ron nudged Harry's ribs, and Harry looked to the far left of the first row, where a furry sniffing yawn sat on a stack of thick books, Daphne Greene. Glass sat upright on the other side, but his eyes were always subconsciously glancing to the left.
"Warren?" Hermione said in surprise, and when Warren heard the sound, he raised his head and waved lazily at them.
"Merlin's beard," said Ron admiringly, "Professor Hepp is no longer satisfied with making Sniffs literate."
They found a place to sit down. Harry couldn't help staring at the back of Warren's head. He looked at the professor sitting next to the podium and flipping through the Book of Rune. Become a classmate with a sniff?
After a while, Felix put away the Book of Runes and stood up. His eyes swept across the classroom, and the seats were now full.
"You have gone through three years of ancient rune study and achieved excellent results."
"I hope you chose this course out of your love for ancient rune, because you will find that the difficulty of improving the class is very different from before... You should have heard of wandless spellcasting? Yes, this skill is in the tile. The Gadu School of Magic is widely used."
"Ancient Rune has similar requirements."
"Put your wands away now, you need to learn how to get rid of unnecessary restraints," Felix said, and the students below cluttered their wands away, "Very well, I need you to sketch ancient runes in the air with your fingers , I know some of you can do it, the next step is to use the will to mobilize the magic, let the rune symbols automatically appear around you, the more the better! Let's start."
The importance of wands to wizards is unquestionable. Losing the wand was undoubtedly a considerable mental blow to the students. Most of them stared at the small piece of air in front of them, their faces flushed red, and their fingers swiped randomly, as if they had some kind of disease.
"I told you."
Felix said in a low voice that couldn't help laughing, walking among the students, "There are actually some tricks, but you need to find out for yourself." There was no lack of schadenfreude in his tone.
He walked over to Hermione, who was holding a glittering rune in her hand. She was about to raise her hand when she looked up to see the professor staring at her.
Hermione put her hands down sheepishly.
"How did you do it?" Harry whispered when Felix left. Ron and the students around him immediately pricked up their ears to listen.
"Imagine the magical symbol of rune symbols in your mind," Hermione whispered.
Harry and the surrounding students suddenly realized.
More than once, Professor Hepp has emphasized the importance of the magical symbolism of Practical Rune, but they have not linked it to the content of the lesson. Soon, this 'secret' reached the ears of every student at a rapid speed. Felix pretended not to hear, watching the students hollow out their thoughts like a ray of light, a flame, or a flowing stream of water...
Some students have rolled their eyes anxiously.
Harry hesitated for a moment between the three runes 'Flame', 'Light' and 'Sun Wheel', and finally chose the 'Light' rune - the longest practical rune he had mastered, and because of the Illumination relationship, he knew all about its magical symbols.
He imagined the feeling of using the illumination technique in his mind, his fingers swiped unconsciously, and after a few failures, he successfully sketched a shiny symbol.
"That's right, Potter." Felix suddenly appeared behind him, "You've gotten rid of the wand's shackles for the first time, then try removing your physical aid—" Having had a successful experience, Harry was confident, but optimistic. His emotions didn't last long. After a dozen consecutive failures, he became irritable and his breathing became short.
"Keep enough patience and confidence, as well as a little skill as an aid." Felix raised his voice, covering the snorting and panting gasps around him. Many students turned their heads and looked dizzy. them.
"It's not difficult, anyone can do it."
He swung his arm down, and ancient rune symbols rained down.
As time passed, the students gradually got a clue. First of all, it is extremely important to master the magical symbol of Rune, and the current successful examples all support this view; secondly, students who can Illuminate are more at ease.
"Thinking about it, ancient magic doesn't need a wand at all, but we've been digging the horns in the past..." a student said with hindsight.
Even so, until the end of get out of class, only 30% of the students managed to outline a dim rune symbol with their fingers, and the number of students who let them appear on their own did not exceed five.
"Ten points each for the top ten. Let me see, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw each get thirty points, Slytherin and Hufflepuff each get twenty points. Homework, fifteen-inch paper —" Felix said.
There was a wailing from below.
But Felix was unmoved.
"—Ask to discuss the similarities and differences between wand casting, wandless casting, and gestural casting, as well as the differences caused by psychological influence. Reference book list." A list of book titles appeared on the blackboard behind him, "Of course, if the next time we meet If you can complete the second step, the homework can be waived."
The expressions of the students were as if they had just been sentenced to death, 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 ended the first day of the sixth grader's lessons neatly and left with Warren, who was so bored that he used his exclusive wand to draw abstract paintings in class. The two quickly argued as they walked—
"Didn't you have to come?"
"Ha!"
"No, you're just too busy, don't tease that person. He looks at you in the wrong way, so I guess he's suffered a loss..."
Many students overworked their brains, slumped in their chairs with a dull expression.
"My head is full of flames now." Seamus murmured softly, yawned a lot, and then it seemed like it was contagious, and the students were all drowsy.
Hermione kept rubbing her forehead.
"What's next class?" she asked wearily.
"It's Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Neville, who came over, but he didn't seem to be affected.
The image of an old man came to Harry's mind, and he gave 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 Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry opened the door, then abruptly exited and stared at the sign on the door with a ghostly expression. of.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked in surprise, and she squeezed past, looked into the classroom, and opened her mouth too. In addition to the Bagshot professor, there were four people sitting neatly in the last row of the classroom—
Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Hepp and Headmaster Dumbledore.
At this moment, the wrinkled old man standing on the podium under the sun became unfathomable.
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"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor (
Gryffindor common room.
"What did you say? In school! Are they crazy?" Ron growled, a look of disbelief on his face.
Hermione gave him a stern look. Ron lowered his voice, but with more urgency, hissing, "Is it true, the Man-You-Knower is locked up in classroom seven? Could it be a dream?" He glanced subconsciously at the lounge. The wall clock, unfortunately, the lights are out now, the light is too dim, he can't see clearly.
"The professors cast a lot of magic on him," Harry whispered, and he described to the two in detail what he had seen with Voldemort, emphasizing the Ouroboros with multiple Patronus, but Ron was still muttering "Crazy, all crazy."
Hermione seemed a little calmer, she was just surprised for a moment, trying to analyze the purpose of doing this.
"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 caught, but that doesn't mean much, because at the time," she lip-mouthed a 'horcrux' , "And one more in Bellatrix Lestrange's hands."
"...If Voldemort died at that time, it would have been a relief, because he could hide as a remnant. So I can fully understand what Professor Hepp and Headmaster Dumbledore did. The problem is, I thought they would be as soon as possible. Destroy the Horcruxes, but they don't…" She looked at Harry with a confused expression, "something must have gone wrong."
"You're right in your analysis," said Harry. "Voldemort has one more thing to immortalize than expected."
Hermione and Ron breathed together.
"Has the extra one been found? Is it destroyed?" Ron asked hastily.
Harry stared at him, nodding blankly, then shaking his head.
"Found, but not destroyed?" Ron guessed. "But why, isn't it easy to get it from someone? Oh, you can let Professor Hepp steal-"
"Harry!" Hermione cried.
"Oh, sorry, I don't think Professor Hep would mind—" Ron apologised halfway through, suddenly realizing that Hermione wasn't calling out his name. "My name is Ron, remember?" But Hermione stared at Harry. face, lips trembling.
Ron's pupils dilated in horror, and he slowly turned his head to look at Harry.
"Yeah, I'm the last one." Harry tried to keep his tone calm.
"Shh." He saw their mouths open at the same time, and held up a finger. "There is still a turning point. It is because of this that Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Hepp saved Voldemort's life. Listen to me - "
He began to tell them the story as it was, only to hide the presence of the Resurrection Stone that Dumbledore had asked him to keep secret. The story is very long, he has to start from the last exam of the history of magic, Harry quickly talked about the pictures he saw from Snape's memory, for some reason, he didn't hide anything, he said it happily .
Ron and Hermione couldn't help but sigh.
"Remember the boy from the apothecary shop?" Hermione asked softly, Harry knew she was telling the story they had learned from Professor Hepp in Lady Jane's name, and that was the first time Harry forced himself Examine Snape's complex feelings for Lily Evans.
No one spoke for a long time.
After a long while, Harry continued to speak. He spoke of seeing Snape's private conversation with Dumbledore - "They already knew?" Ron exclaimed, "No, did you know that then?" He looked like a liar Harry, Harry grinned at him, "I thought I was dead."
"No wonder you suddenly want to write a book." Ron came to his senses, and then revealed a suspicious look. "You and Ginny didn't interact much at the Burrow. I thought you were embarrassed at the time, but now I think about it..." He clenched his hand. He clenched his fists and was furious.
Harry took a timid step back.
"If you're going to start messing around and give up—"
"how come!"
Harry said in a panic, when Ron was already rushing up, Harry closed his eyes, but what greeted him was not a punch, but a hug. Harry was almost out of breath. "Damn, remember this punch first, if there's another—" Ron waved his fist threateningly.
Hermione covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling, "Oh, you two."
Things seem to have just passed, the rain has passed. Harry thought it was the first time in two months that he had laughed 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 Hermione want to speak, Harry shook his head repeatedly. "Don't ask, I promised Dumbledore to keep it a secret."
Harry's source of confidence is the legendary Resurrection Stone, he witnessed the magic of this holy artifact - Dumbledore used it to recall his sister Ariana and introduced her to Harry, and this was just Dumbledore. Bridor "studied some fur from 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 something else, and he said in a dry voice, "Hagrid, what did he say?"
"Are you still going to take his class this year?" Ron asked rhetorically. Neither Harry nor Hermione said a word.
The three looked at each other.
As he lay in bed, Harry stared at the plank of the four-poster bed and couldn't help complaining in his heart, why didn't Ron bring up this 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 timetables for the students. This was a real hassle because deans had to check the students' O.W.Ls test scores to make sure they were eligible to take classes.
"Potions class - good, if I were still teaching this class, I would never accept this grade."
Snape's recognizable indifferent voice reached the Gryffindor table.
"Potions only need to be good?" Ron asked, just before he thought the potions professor had changed.
"Yes, Weasley, Professor Slughorn is willing to accept students with 'good' grades and above," Professor McGonagall said, putting a stack of blank class schedules on the dining table and flipping through his notes. .
She called several students in sequence and handed them out the class schedule.
"Granger."
Hermione strode over and said quickly:
"I will continue to study Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmetic Divination, Ancient Runes, and Potions."
There was a smile on Professor McGonagall's serious face.
"Of course, Miss Granger, Professor March class has written a commendation letter." She waved her wand, and some gold-red ink writing immediately appeared on the empty class schedule, and then she turned her head to Neville, who was slightly nervous He took out a small note, lowered his head and read out the contents, "I choose Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Rune—"
Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.
"Don't be nervous, Longbottom, your mother has already written to me. With your grades, you can choose another Potions course, okay?" She looked at Neville, who nodded.
Then Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and raised his head from the crowd, "Who else chooses Ancient Rune? The first class is Ancient Rune, you have to hurry up—"
Clap La La raised countless arms.
"—Professor Heppel only accepts students with 'Outstanding' grades in the O.W.Ls," she added.
Several arms dropped down in dejection.
"In that case," Professor McGonagall said, looking at the number of students who had not decreased much, he said with some headache: "Let's queue up in order."
Ron looked at the crowd in amazement and whispered to Harry, "It's unbelievable that there are still people who don't get excellent..."
Harry just shrugged. According to his observation, everyone's grades in ancient rune are surprisingly good, which leads to a phenomenon that everyone seems to regard improving the class as a compulsory course. Although Professor Haipu warned everyone that it would be difficult to improve the class last school year, there are not many students. Have the courage to let go of a dominant discipline.
In the end, Harry and Ron took the same courses, which were Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions and Ancient Runes.
"Only one subject less than Hermione," said Ron with a half-smug, half-sighed sigh.
Harry wasn't surprised. He recalled his five years at Hogwarts—the first three years were relatively easy, and he and Ron basically only worked in the last two months of the term; but the fourth and fifth years were like a nightmare. .
In their fourth year, they practiced magic for the Contest, but they were almost killed by Voldemort at the end of the third project.
Harry would never forget how powerless he was in the face of Voldemort—if only he was okay, but he watched Ron and Hermione tortured, and their lives depended entirely on a single Voldemort thought, which could turn into one at any moment. A cold corpse.
It is precisely because of this experience that their training intensity once made Sirius unbearable. Even Ron-Harry knew he didn't care much about grades, but he'd been gritting his teeth for the past two years.
The only explanation, Harry thought of what Hermione had said to him during the summer of fourth grade, "I don't want to die in war." But they didn't want to face Voldemort the next time they had to watch their comrades die in war.
…
When the three arrived at the ancient Rune classroom, Professor Hepu was already waiting there, and the chairs were full of students.
"Why so many people?" Harry said in surprise.
"The advanced class is a class of four academies together," Hermione whispered.
"Hey. Look over there." Ron nudged Harry's ribs, and Harry looked to the far left of the first row, where a furry sniffing yawn sat on a stack of thick books, Daphne Greene. Glass sat upright on the other side, but his eyes were always subconsciously glancing to the left.
"Warren?" Hermione said in surprise, and when Warren heard the sound, he raised his head and waved lazily at them.
"Merlin's beard," said Ron admiringly, "Professor Hepp is no longer satisfied with making Sniffs literate."
They found a place to sit down. Harry couldn't help staring at the back of Warren's head. He looked at the professor sitting next to the podium and flipping through the Book of Rune. Become a classmate with a sniff?
After a while, Felix put away the Book of Runes and stood up. His eyes swept across the classroom, and the seats were now full.
"You have gone through three years of ancient rune study and achieved excellent results."
"I hope you chose this course out of your love for ancient rune, because you will find that the difficulty of improving the class is very different from before... You should have heard of wandless spellcasting? Yes, this skill is in the tile. The Gadu School of Magic is widely used."
"Ancient Rune has similar requirements."
"Put your wands away now, you need to learn how to get rid of unnecessary restraints," Felix said, and the students below cluttered their wands away, "Very well, I need you to sketch ancient runes in the air with your fingers , I know some of you can do it, the next step is to use the will to mobilize the magic, let the rune symbols automatically appear around you, the more the better! Let's start."
The importance of wands to wizards is unquestionable. Losing the wand was undoubtedly a considerable mental blow to the students. Most of them stared at the small piece of air in front of them, their faces flushed red, and their fingers swiped randomly, as if they had some kind of disease.
"I told you."
Felix said in a low voice that couldn't help laughing, walking among the students, "There are actually some tricks, but you need to find out for yourself." There was no lack of schadenfreude in his tone.
He walked over to Hermione, who was holding a glittering rune in her hand. She was about to raise her hand when she looked up to see the professor staring at her.
Hermione put her hands down sheepishly.
"How did you do it?" Harry whispered when Felix left. Ron and the students around him immediately pricked up their ears to listen.
"Imagine the magical symbol of rune symbols in your mind," Hermione whispered.
Harry and the surrounding students suddenly realized.
More than once, Professor Hepp has emphasized the importance of the magical symbolism of Practical Rune, but they have not linked it to the content of the lesson. Soon, this 'secret' reached the ears of every student at a rapid speed. Felix pretended not to hear, watching the students hollow out their thoughts like a ray of light, a flame, or a flowing stream of water...
Some students have rolled their eyes anxiously.
Harry hesitated for a moment between the three runes 'Flame', 'Light' and 'Sun Wheel', and finally chose the 'Light' rune - the longest practical rune he had mastered, and because of the Illumination relationship, he knew all about its magical symbols.
He imagined the feeling of using the illumination technique in his mind, his fingers swiped unconsciously, and after a few failures, he successfully sketched a shiny symbol.
"That's right, Potter." Felix suddenly appeared behind him, "You've gotten rid of the wand's shackles for the first time, then try removing your physical aid—" Having had a successful experience, Harry was confident, but optimistic. His emotions didn't last long. After a dozen consecutive failures, he became irritable and his breathing became short.
"Keep enough patience and confidence, as well as a little skill as an aid." Felix raised his voice, covering the snorting and panting gasps around him. Many students turned their heads and looked dizzy. them.
"It's not difficult, anyone can do it."
He swung his arm down, and ancient rune symbols rained down.
As time passed, the students gradually got a clue. First of all, it is extremely important to master the magical symbol of Rune, and the current successful examples all support this view; secondly, students who can Illuminate are more at ease.
"Thinking about it, ancient magic doesn't need a wand at all, but we've been digging the horns in the past..." a student said with hindsight.
Even so, until the end of get out of class, only 30% of the students managed to outline a dim rune symbol with their fingers, and the number of students who let them appear on their own did not exceed five.
"Ten points each for the top ten. Let me see, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw each get thirty points, Slytherin and Hufflepuff each get twenty points. Homework, fifteen-inch paper —" Felix said.
There was a wailing from below.
But Felix was unmoved.
"—Ask to discuss the similarities and differences between wand casting, wandless casting, and gestural casting, as well as the differences caused by psychological influence. Reference book list." A list of book titles appeared on the blackboard behind him, "Of course, if the next time we meet If you can complete the second step, the homework can be waived."
The expressions of the students were as if they had just been sentenced to death, 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 ended the first day of the sixth grader's lessons neatly and left with Warren, who was so bored that he used his exclusive wand to draw abstract paintings in class. The two quickly argued as they walked—
"Didn't you have to come?"
"Ha!"
"No, you're just too busy, don't tease that person. He looks at you in the wrong way, so I guess he's suffered a loss..."
Many students overworked their brains, slumped in their chairs with a dull expression.
"My head is full of flames now." Seamus murmured softly, yawned a lot, and then it seemed like it was contagious, and the students were all drowsy.
Hermione kept rubbing her forehead.
"What's next class?" she asked wearily.
"It's Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Neville, who came over, but he didn't seem to be affected.
The image of an old man came to Harry's mind, and he gave 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 Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry opened the door, then abruptly exited and stared at the sign on the door with a ghostly expression. of.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked in surprise, and she squeezed past, looked into the classroom, and opened her mouth too. In addition to the Bagshot professor, there were four people sitting neatly in the last row of the classroom—
Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Hepp and Headmaster Dumbledore.
At this moment, the wrinkled old man standing on the podium under the sun became unfathomable.
"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor Gryffindor common room."What did you say? In school! Are they crazy?" Ron growled, a look of disbelief on his face.Hermione gave him a stern look. Ron lowered his voice, but with more urgency, hissing, "Is it true, the Man-You-Knower is locked up in classroom seven? Could it be a dream?" He glanced subconsciously at the lounge. The wall clock, unfortunately, the lights are out now, the light is too dim, he can't see clearly."The professors cast a lot of magic on him," Harry whispered, and he described to the two in detail what he had seen with Voldemort, emphasizing the Ouroboros with multiple Patronus, but Ron was still muttering "Crazy, all crazy."Hermione seemed a little calmer, she was just surprised for a moment, trying to analyze the purpose of doing this."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 caught, but that doesn't mean much, because at the time," she lip-mouthed a 'horcrux' , "And one more in Bellatrix Lestrange's hands.""...If Voldemort died at that time, it would have been a relief, because he could hide as a remnant. So I can fully understand what Professor Hepp and Headmaster Dumbledore did. The problem is, I thought they would be as soon as possible. Destroy the Horcruxes, but they don't" She looked at Harry with a confused expression, "something must have gone wrong.""You're right in your analysis," said Harry. "Voldemort has one more thing to immortalize than expected."Hermione and Ron breathed together."Has the extra one been found? Is it destroyed?" Ron asked hastily.Harry stared at him, nodding blankly, then shaking his head."Found, but not destroyed?" Ron guessed. "But why, isn't it easy to get it from someone? Oh, you can let Professor Hepp steal-""Harry!" Hermione cried."Oh, sorry, I don't think Professor Hep would mind" Ron apologised halfway through, suddenly realizing that Hermione wasn't calling out his name. "My name is Ron, remember?" But Hermione stared at Harry. face, lips trembling.Ron's pupils dilated in horror, and he slowly turned his head to look at Harry."Yeah, I'm the last one." Harry tried to keep his tone calm."Shh." He saw their mouths open at the same time, and held up a finger. "There is still a turning point. It is because of this that Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Hepp saved Voldemort's life. Listen to me - "He began to tell them the story as it was, only to hide the presence of the Resurrection Stone that Dumbledore had asked him to keep secret. The story is very long, he has to start from the last exam of the history of magic, Harry quickly talked about the pictures he saw from Snape's memory, for some reason, he didn't hide anything, he said it happily .Ron and Hermione couldn't help but sigh."Remember the boy from the apothecary shop?" Hermione asked softly, Harry knew she was telling the story they had learned from Professor Hepp in Lady Jane's name, and that was the first time Harry forced himself Examine Snape's complex feelings for Lily Evans.No one spoke for a long time.After a long while, Harry continued to speak. He spoke of seeing Snape's private conversation with Dumbledore - "They already knew?" Ron exclaimed, "No, did you know that then?" He looked like a liar Harry, Harry grinned at him, "I thought I was dead.""No wonder you suddenly want to write a book." Ron came to his senses, and then revealed a suspicious look. "You and Ginny didn't interact much at the Burrow. I thought you were embarrassed at the time, but now I think about it..." He clenched his hand. He clenched his fists and was furious.Harry took a timid step back."If you're going to start messing around and give up""how come!"Harry said in a panic, when Ron was already rushing up, Harry closed his eyes, but what greeted him was not a punch, but a hug. Harry was almost out of breath. "Damn, remember this punch first, if there's another" Ron waved his fist threateningly.Hermione covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling, "Oh, you two."Things seem to have just passed, the rain has passed. Harry thought it was the first time in two months that he had laughed 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 Hermione want to speak, Harry shook his head repeatedly. "Don't ask, I promised Dumbledore to keep it a secret."Harry's source of confidence is the legendary Resurrection Stone, he witnessed the magic of this holy artifact - Dumbledore used it to recall his sister Ariana and introduced her to Harry, and this was just Dumbledore. Bridor "studied some fur from 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 something else, and he said in a dry voice, "Hagrid, what did he say?""Are you still going to take his class this year?" Ron asked rhetorically. Neither Harry nor Hermione said a word.The three looked at each other.As he lay in bed, Harry stared at the plank of the four-poster bed and couldn't help complaining in his heart, why didn't Ron bring up this 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 timetables for the students. This was a real hassle because deans had to check the students' O.W.Ls test scores to make sure they were eligible to take classes."Potions class - good, if I were still teaching this class, I would never accept this grade."Snape's recognizable indifferent voice reached the Gryffindor table."Potions only need to be good?" Ron asked, just before he thought the potions professor had changed."Yes, Weasley, Professor Slughorn is willing to accept students with 'good' grades and above," Professor McGonagall said, putting a stack of blank class schedules on the dining table and flipping through his notes. .She called several students in sequence and handed them out the class schedule."Granger."Hermione strode over and said quickly:"I will continue to study Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmetic Divination, Ancient Runes, and Potions."There was a smile on Professor McGonagall's serious face."Of course, Miss Granger, Professor March class has written a commendation letter." She waved her wand, and some gold-red ink writing immediately appeared on the empty class schedule, and then she turned her head to Neville, who was slightly nervous He took out a small note, lowered his head and read out the contents, "I choose Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Rune"Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow."Don't be nervous, Longbottom, your mother has already written to me. With your grades, you can choose another Potions course, okay?" She looked at Neville, who nodded.Then Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and raised his head from the crowd, "Who else chooses Ancient Rune? The first class is Ancient Rune, you have to hurry up"Clap La La raised countless arms."Professor Heppel only accepts students with 'Outstanding' grades in the O.W.Ls," she added.Several arms dropped down in dejection."In that case," Professor McGonagall said, looking at the number of students who had not decreased much, he said with some headache: "Let's queue up in order."Ron looked at the crowd in amazement and whispered to Harry, "It's unbelievable that there are still people who don't get excellent..."Harry just shrugged. According to his observation, everyone's grades in ancient rune are surprisingly good, which leads to a phenomenon that everyone seems to regard improving the class as a compulsory course. Although Professor Haipu warned everyone that it would be difficult to improve the class last school year, there are not many students. Have the courage to let go of a dominant discipline.In the end, Harry and Ron took the same courses, which were Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions and Ancient Runes."Only one subject less than Hermione," said Ron with a half-smug, half-sighed sigh.Harry wasn't surprised. He recalled his five years at Hogwartsthe first three years were relatively easy, and he and Ron basically only worked in the last two months of the term; but the fourth and fifth years were like a nightmare. .In their fourth year, they practiced magic for the Contest, but they were almost killed by Voldemort at the end of the third project.Harry would never forget how powerless he was in the face of Voldemortif only he was okay, but he watched Ron and Hermione tortured, and their lives depended entirely on a single Voldemort thought, which could turn into one at any moment. A cold corpse.It is precisely because of this experience that their training intensity once made Sirius unbearable. Even Ron-Harry knew he didn't care much about grades, but he'd been gritting his teeth for the past two years.The only explanation, Harry thought of what Hermione had said to him during the summer of fourth grade, "I don't want to die in war." But they didn't want to face Voldemort the next time they had to watch their comrades die in war.When the three arrived at the ancient Rune classroom, Professor Hepu was already waiting there, and the chairs were full of students."Why so many people?" Harry said in surprise."The advanced class is a class of four academies together," Hermione whispered."Hey. Look over there." Ron nudged Harry's ribs, and Harry looked to the far left of the first row, where a furry sniffing yawn sat on a stack of thick books, Daphne Greene. Glass sat upright on the other side, but his eyes were always subconsciously glancing to the left."Warren?" Hermione said in surprise, and when Warren heard the sound, he raised his head and waved lazily at them."Merlin's beard," said Ron admiringly, "Professor Hepp is no longer satisfied with making Sniffs literate."They found a place to sit down. Harry couldn't help staring at the back of Warren's head. He looked at the professor sitting next to the podium and flipping through the Book of Rune. Become a classmate with a sniff?After a while, Felix put away the Book of Runes and stood up. His eyes swept across the classroom, and the seats were now full."You have gone through three years of ancient rune study and achieved excellent results.""I hope you chose this course out of your love for ancient rune, because you will find that the difficulty of improving the class is very different from before... You should have heard of wandless spellcasting? Yes, this skill is in the tile. The Gadu School of Magic is widely used.""Ancient Rune has similar requirements.""Put your wands away now, you need to learn how to get rid of unnecessary restraints," Felix said, and the students below cluttered their wands away, "Very well, I need you to sketch ancient runes in the air with your fingers , I know some of you can do it, the next step is to use the will to mobilize the magic, let the rune symbols automatically appear around you, the more the better! Let's start."The importance of wands to wizards is unquestionable. Losing the wand was undoubtedly a considerable mental blow to the students. Most of them stared at the small piece of air in front of them, their faces flushed red, and their fingers swiped randomly, as if they had some kind of disease."I told you."Felix said in a low voice that couldn't help laughing, walking among the students, "There are actually some tricks, but you need to find out for yourself." There was no lack of schadenfreude in his tone.He walked over to Hermione, who was holding a glittering rune in her hand. She was about to raise her hand when she looked up to see the professor staring at her.Hermione put her hands down sheepishly."How did you do it?" Harry whispered when Felix left. Ron and the students around him immediately pricked up their ears to listen."Imagine the magical symbol of rune symbols in your mind," Hermione whispered.Harry and the surrounding students suddenly realized.More than once, Professor Hepp has emphasized the importance of the magical symbolism of Practical Rune, but they have not linked it to the content of the lesson. Soon, this 'secret' reached the ears of every student at a rapid speed. Felix pretended not to hear, watching the students hollow out their thoughts like a ray of light, a flame, or a flowing stream of water...Some students have rolled their eyes anxiously.Harry hesitated for a moment between the three runes 'Flame', 'Light' and 'Sun Wheel', and finally chose the 'Light' rune - the longest practical rune he had mastered, and because of the Illumination relationship, he knew all about its magical symbols.He imagined the feeling of using the illumination technique in his mind, his fingers swiped unconsciously, and after a few failures, he successfully sketched a shiny symbol."That's right, Potter." Felix suddenly appeared behind him, "You've gotten rid of the wand's shackles for the first time, then try removing your physical aid" Having had a successful experience, Harry was confident, but optimistic. His emotions didn't last long. After a dozen consecutive failures, he became irritable and his breathing became short."Keep enough patience and confidence, as well as a little skill as an aid." Felix raised his voice, covering the snorting and panting gasps around him. Many students turned their heads and looked dizzy. them."It's not difficult, anyone can do it."He swung his arm down, and ancient rune symbols rained down.As time passed, the students gradually got a clue. First of all, it is extremely important to master the magical symbol of Rune, and the current successful examples all support this view; secondly, students who can Illuminate are more at ease."Thinking about it, ancient magic doesn't need a wand at all, but we've been digging the horns in the past..." a student said with hindsight.Even so, until the end of get out of class, only 30% of the students managed to outline a dim rune symbol with their fingers, and the number of students who let them appear on their own did not exceed five."Ten points each for the top ten. Let me see, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw each get thirty points, Slytherin and Hufflepuff each get twenty points. Homework, fifteen-inch paper " Felix said.There was a wailing from below.But Felix was unmoved."Ask to discuss the similarities and differences between wand casting, wandless casting, and gestural casting, as well as the differences caused by psychological influence. Reference book list." A list of book titles appeared on the blackboard behind him, "Of course, if the next time we meet If you can complete the second step, the homework can be waived."The expressions of the students were as if they had just been sentenced to death, 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 ended the first day of the sixth grader's lessons neatly and left with Warren, who was so bored that he used his exclusive wand to draw abstract paintings in class. The two quickly argued as they walked"Didn't you have to come?""Ha!""No, you're just too busy, don't tease that person. He looks at you in the wrong way, so I guess he's suffered a loss..."Many students overworked their brains, slumped in their chairs with a dull expression."My head is full of flames now." Seamus murmured softly, yawned a lot, and then it seemed like it was contagious, and the students were all drowsy.Hermione kept rubbing her forehead."What's next class?" she asked wearily."It's Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Neville, who came over, but he didn't seem to be affected.The image of an old man came to Harry's mind, and he gave 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 Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry opened the door, then abruptly exited and stared at the sign on the door with a ghostly expression. of."What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked in surprise, and she squeezed past, looked into the classroom, and opened her mouth too. In addition to the Bagshot professor, there were four people sitting neatly in the last row of the classroomSnape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Hepp and Headmaster Dumbledore.At this moment, the wrinkled old man standing on the podium under the sun became unfathomable.
