Chapter 630: New Beginnings, 17 Magical Laws
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When Harry came out, his head was still dizzy, as if his consciousness was still stuck in Professor Bagshot's office. They sat on the soft sofa cushions, reflecting the red, flickering fire in the fireplace, and chatted about their insights into magic.
Professor Bagshot's theoretical knowledge is very extensive. It is comprehensive, but not overly wordy, and can always use some exquisite demonstrations to clearly show personal ideas. In comparison, Harry felt like he couldn't speak, and his mind was a mess.
The thought frustrates him, since he has also taught many student spells in the Frontline Lookout Club.
Harry couldn't help but compare the professors he had come across in this class.
In his first and second grades, he met Quirrell and Lockhart, but he didn't learn much useful knowledge from them.
Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort at the time, and he might have been plotting how to capture the Philosopher's Stone all day long, and was not in the mood to teach. Because it is said that his theoretical knowledge is quite solid, there is a certain degree of credibility in this statement. Harry has experienced the curse that Quirrell cast on his broomstick; of course, it may also be that Quirrell has been corrupted. The evidence is that he was speaking in class. Always upside down, nervous.
When Harry first learned that he was a Horcrux, he was suspicious for a while, suspecting that Quirrell's face would grow on the back of his head.
And the other one, Lockhart, who is nothing but the Oblivion Curse, is now locked up and suffering in Azkaban. However, Harry had to admit that if he had to compare the level of excitement in the class, Lockhart would definitely be better, because instead of stuttering, he was excited and full when reading the text and performing without physical objects.
This alone is much better than Quirrell, who can't even talk.
Harry just thinks that watching Lockhart jump up and down when he's not using himself as a prop to play some insane character can be quite a relief.
Harry's real education in Defence Against the Dark Arts should have started from Professor Damocles Belby (not counting the duel club).
Professor Belby is a master of potions and has developed the wolf's poison potion. To a certain extent, he and Snape have chosen the exact opposite. But Professor Belby himself had said that he was here to fill the void, but Harry still found his series of defense lessons around the Forbidden Forest useful.
In the third grade, the students welcomed Professor Lupin. I don't know if it's mixed with extra subjective emotions, Harry thinks this is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he has ever met, Remus is mild-mannered, friendly to students, and because of his hidden werewolf identity, Lu Touched and dealt with many difficult dark creatures and evil magic. "I'm part of them," Lupin said bitterly once, and Harry vehemently opposed the idea. The reason is that many students still miss him so much—fourth grade at the time, they were tortured by Moody's teaching methods, and "maybe Professor Hepp asked you to go over and save an ad bill!"
Harry's perception of Professor Moody was equally complicated, because he knew that part of his admiration and yearning for the legendary Auror was actually disguised by the Death Eater Little Crouch, but he decided not to go to the horns. Also learned a lot about how to deal with dark wizards, and absolutely reliable.
Last year the professor of the course was Sirius (in a recent contact, Sirius said he saw Rita Skeeter on Muggle TV news about BSE). Harry guessed that when Sirius was a professor, he should also have a special task - such as training students' ability to deal with emergencies and actual combat under the threat of the shadow of war. Students in Harry's year generally feel comfortable doing their O.W.Ls practice exams.
And Professor Bagshot-Harry's heart sank, probably because he used to be a saint, and he held a lot of hostility to Muggles, or, in other words, treated them differently'. Harry thought of the speech he had seen today,
Clearly, Grindelwald saw wizards and Muggles as two different groups, and the two were in competition.
Isn't there a secrecy law?
A voice in Harry's head asked himself, what if the secrecy laws were broken? He couldn't think of a solution at all, and it made his heart sink. A sudden cold wind blew snowflakes against his face, and Harry raised his eyes to find that the windows in the hallway were open.
He stepped forward, some tiny ice crystals stuck to the window root, his fingers were icy cold, he knew winter was coming
—A "What are you doing?" Filch appeared suddenly, holding a glowing special wand in his hand.
"Close the window," said Harry.
"The lights are about to go out, and I'm still hanging around in the castle, I suspect..." Filch said in a cold, menacing tone, Mrs. Norris hid under the shadow of her master, rubbing comfortably against Filch's trousers. .
"So it's not curfew time yet?" Harry exclaimed. "Thanks for the reminder!" He strode away, and he heard Filch's breathless voice behind him, and then he heard Filch muttering in a low voice. cast a spell, windows
It closed with a bang.
Some relationships are difficult to improve. Harry thought as he climbed the stairs, he thought of Draco Malfoy, they were destined to be difficult to be friends, there were too many grudges in front of them, unless some force majeure forced them together - like grouping in class. Training.
Thinking that in two more years, the two people after graduation may not have contact for the rest of their lives, Harry inevitably felt a little melancholy. In his mind, Hogwarts was the first place he felt like home.
The next day, at the auditorium table.
"So, Professor Bagshot didn't punish you at all and discussed magic with you?" Ron's tone sounded a little jealous.
"Yeah," said Harry, telling Ron and Hermione about last night's experience over the porridge (minus the saints).
"He's not so unkind." Ron smacked, his attitude towards Professor Bagshot was much better, and even Hermione was slightly surprised, "But why did he keep you in jail?"
"My thesis does have quite a few problems," Harry said with a shrug.
He didn't think he'd make excuses for Professor Bagshot, but he really didn't want to expose that the professor was a saint, that's all over, isn't it? Propaganda will only make Professor Bagshot embarrassed. He thinks of Remus's werewolf identity. After Remus confessed to them, it didn't take long to submit his resignation.
"By the way, Hermione," Harry asked casually, "how much do you know about Grindelwald?"
Hermione took a breath, though he had tried to understate it. "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?" "Uh, because... I was eating chocolate frogs in Professor Bagshot's office yesterday."
"He also invited you to snacks?" Ron interrupted. "Yeah, I drew a Dumbledore card, you know, we know Nick Lemay, but we don't know much about Grindelwald's past."
Hermione frowned slightly, as if thinking seriously.
"Harry, there are very few existing research materials on Grindelwald, oh, it's not that I didn't mention it, I mean, the part about him is pitiful, his childhood, his upbringing...he seems to be All of a sudden, he became a famous figure, inciting riots, disrupting local order, and creating all kinds of sensational violence. It's all recorded."
Hermione kept talking, but stopped when she saw Harry's expression.
"What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.
"Is there a record of his speech?" Harry asked softly, trying to keep the direction in his words less obvious, as if it was just a whim. "I think he's a very attractive man,
After all, it can pull up such a large army of wizards..."
Hermione shook her head, and she whispered, "I don't know."
"So we only know that he is a powerful dark wizard, highly inciting, and one by one he uses the symbol of the Deathly Hallows as his logo." Ron concluded, "It sounds like a tough opponent, but fortunately he was Dumbledore defeated."
After speaking, he continued to deal with the fried eggs and sausages on his plate, obviously not taking it to heart. Harry didn't want to attract attention, so for the next two days, he just took the opportunity to consult the reference books, stood by the bookshelf in the library, and quickly browsed through the books Hermione mentioned.
From the point of view of the book, Grindelwald is a bad man, the enemy who undermines the stable cornerstone of the wizarding world.
On Thursday evening, Harry stumbled across Luna straddling the field, dressed in new fashion, and suddenly realized that it was the weekend and he hadn't given Luna an answer. Ron and Hermione took opposite views on the matter.
"Why are we going to smelly sewers?" Ron's face puckered. "Not to mention going into the girls' bathroom—I don't want to deal with Myrtle anymore."
"You don't have to," said Hermione.
"Leave Ginny alone? Mom would kill me if she knew," Ron cried.
That's right, the content of their discussion has changed, not whether to teach Luna that Parseltongue, but whether to take time to accompany them to search the secret room. Harry didn't want to go in the bottom of his heart, because this adventure was doomed to fail, and the real Resurrection Stone was on Dumbledore's hand!
"...you don't know how much training you've been doing lately, Perks and Gut are calling you a tyrant in private," Ron said to Harry, who was dumbfounded, "Yeah," Ron nodded understandingly, "Thanks Kay Ty Bell educates them about how Wood tortured players while he was still around, and you're better off than him.
"Maybe I should train a little more so they don't have time to gossip." Harry gritted his teeth as Ron shrugged.
"Let's find a night, go and get back," Harry said with determination, and Hermione raised her eyebrows. "If I understand you right, you want a night tour—" "Yeah," Harry said 'you Finally got the expression of', "It's not the first time, not so bad. I can't delay Quidditch training for two days on the weekend." He emphasized.
"I think it's fine," said Ron. "I don't want to sneak into the girls' bathroom during the day either. I'm a prefect now. If something goes wrong, it's going to be a lot of fun."
Harry also thought of the possibility of being discovered by Mafalda and her bees (what some refer to as the little wizard who worked part-time in the "Mystery Wall" tabloid), and the sensational title, 'Gryffindor Level Long and the team captain's eccentricities', he froze all over, and the thoughts in his heart became firmer.
"It's tomorrow night!"
Harry broke the news to Ginny later, and at breakfast the next day, Luna came over to thank him happily, almost slipping the tongue, and Harry was so frightened that he cast the Glue Jaw Curse. Luna was dragged away by Ginny with a bulging mouth.
After breakfast, they went to the ancient rune class, which has now entered a new stage.
"The progress is slightly faster than I expected," Felix said. "It may be related to several large-scale detentions..." The students below stared at the professor. "We learned something new today."
He stopped suddenly, and looked around the classroom, "Who didn't come to class?"
The students began to look around, and Pansy Parkinson raised his hand.
"Professor, Daphne has taken leave and is now in the school hospital."
"The reason?"
"It is said that the bad blood grass powder was mistaken for parsley powder and added to the food by mistake, causing mild encephalitis symptoms." Pansy said, she sat with Bressabini, and the two behaved intimately.
"That's a headache, a slight disturbance of consciousness..." Felix said, Pansy was a little stunned, why did he describe the symptoms again?
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is."
But there is more than one reason for this symptom of taking bad blood grass by mistake. Felix thought that it might also be a Confusion and Oblivion Charm.
What a coincidence.
Generally speaking, the sequelae of the Confusion Curse are very mild. If it only interferes with the sanity of the person under the spell for a second or two, it will not even cause any reaction.
He was under the influence of Confusion Curse and Imperius Curse for a long time, and finally became unconscious and had to receive professional treatment.
A figure appeared in Felix's mind, the saint who followed Grindelwald's trail, Nicole Noel. Felix had previously suspected that she might be the real owner of the house-elf Bundy, so she had no doubts about her being able to contact Grindelwald, but now it seems that she should have used Daphne Greenglass to deliver the message.
Whether this is the case or not, you can find out when you go to the school hospital to see after class.
This also reminds Felix that the saints are not harmless little white rabbits. They used to be well-organized and have a clear division of labor.
Far from being measurable by the dimension of force. The same thought came to Harry, who knew even more than Felix—he had seen Daphne meet a strange woman and receive a gift box that ended up in Bagshot in the professor's office.
It's just that Harry thought at the time that the old woman in the trench coat might be one of Daphne's elders. He looked at Professor Hepp. He should know something, right? But the professor has already started lecturing.
"..I'm glad to see that most people have mastered the art of making the Practical Rune Wandless manifest, and have gained some flexibility in casting spells as a result, but that's not the point," Felix said. Wen is not very good in terms of power or adaptability, there are better spells to replace them."
"Next, you will be exposed to the extremely practical content of ancient Rune, a technique derived from the Rune circuit. Is anyone willing to cooperate with the demonstration? There is a bonus point."
Several arms were raised.
"Anthony Goldstein." Felix called a Ravenclaw boy's name.
Goldstein stepped forward nervously.
Felix waved his hand, and more than a dozen Rune symbols appeared out of thin air, and they were closely combined with each other.
"Try to grab it," Felix encouraged, and Goldstein held out his hand as the student watched with bated breath—his fingertips touched the chain of snapped runic circuits.
The string of runes seemed to be attracted by Goldstein, and he took the initiative to blend into his skin and drilled up with his fingers. Goldstein was startled, rolled up his sleeves, and was surprised to find that the string of runes looked like some kind of mark. cauterized on the skin of the wrist.
Goldstein blinked.
"Professor? This is..."
He was a little worried that the things on his wrist would not be removed, but the next second, he found that his body became light and fluttering, just a tiptoe, the whole person flew in the direction of Professor Haipu, Professor Haipu dodged, he went straight Jump at the window.
"Don't use too much force," Felix reminded him.
"What?" Goldstein asked in his busy schedule. He stretched out his hand to stop it on the wall, but the whole figure seemed to have no weight and bounced in the opposite direction at a very high speed, brushing with Professor Hepp. And out of time was caught.
Goldstein's feet fell back to the ground.
"Try again," he heard the professor say to him~www.novelhall.com~ Goldstein exhaled excitedly, "I seem to have gotten the hang of it." Not completely out of control of your actions.
He stood there and jumped slightly. The next second, he found himself jumping into the air, rubbing his head against the ceiling, and the students below looked very short, looking at him eagerly, he couldn't help laughing.
He fell lightly in mid-air, like a feather, and had time to say hello to good friends one by one.
Felix grabbed his wrist and made him stand firm. When he took his hand away, Goldstein found that the rune on his wrist was gone, and he was so heavy that he almost sat on the ground.
"You can go back now, Mr. Goldstein. Ravenclaw plus ten."
"A rune circuit that reduces the weight of objects." Felix said with satisfaction: "It is usually used on rune creations, but why can't it be used on the human body? You should have received human deformation, right?" The student nods.
"You can think of the rune circuit as a frozen spell - of course, what you will learn next is carefully selected and created by me, and you will find that it can be applied not only to objects, as long as you follow the seventeen rules Rune law, it will also be part of everyday spellcasting."
"Moreover, it has its own unique advantages, such as long-lasting, difficult to crack and target, higher degree of concealment, etc."
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When Harry came out, his head was still dizzy, as if his consciousness was still stuck in Professor Bagshot's office. They sat on the soft sofa cushions, reflecting the red, flickering fire in the fireplace, and chatted about their insights into magic.
Professor Bagshot's theoretical knowledge is very extensive. It is comprehensive, but not overly wordy, and can always use some exquisite demonstrations to clearly show personal ideas. In comparison, Harry felt like he couldn't speak, and his mind was a mess.
The thought frustrates him, since he has also taught many student spells in the Frontline Lookout Club.
Harry couldn't help but compare the professors he had come across in this class.
In his first and second grades, he met Quirrell and Lockhart, but he didn't learn much useful knowledge from them.
Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort at the time, and he might have been plotting how to capture the Philosopher's Stone all day long, and was not in the mood to teach. Because it is said that his theoretical knowledge is quite solid, there is a certain degree of credibility in this statement. Harry has experienced the curse that Quirrell cast on his broomstick; of course, it may also be that Quirrell has been corrupted. The evidence is that he was speaking in class. Always upside down, nervous.
When Harry first learned that he was a Horcrux, he was suspicious for a while, suspecting that Quirrell's face would grow on the back of his head.
And the other one, Lockhart, who is nothing but the Oblivion Curse, is now locked up and suffering in Azkaban. However, Harry had to admit that if he had to compare the level of excitement in the class, Lockhart would definitely be better, because instead of stuttering, he was excited and full when reading the text and performing without physical objects.
This alone is much better than Quirrell, who can't even talk.
Harry just thinks that watching Lockhart jump up and down when he's not using himself as a prop to play some insane character can be quite a relief.
Harry's real education in Defence Against the Dark Arts should have started from Professor Damocles Belby (not counting the duel club).
Professor Belby is a master of potions and has developed the wolf's poison potion. To a certain extent, he and Snape have chosen the exact opposite. But Professor Belby himself had said that he was here to fill the void, but Harry still found his series of defense lessons around the Forbidden Forest useful.
In the third grade, the students welcomed Professor Lupin. I don't know if it's mixed with extra subjective emotions, Harry thinks this is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he has ever met, Remus is mild-mannered, friendly to students, and because of his hidden werewolf identity, Lu Touched and dealt with many difficult dark creatures and evil magic. "I'm part of them," Lupin said bitterly once, and Harry vehemently opposed the idea. The reason is that many students still miss him so much—fourth grade at the time, they were tortured by Moody's teaching methods, and "maybe Professor Hepp asked you to go over and save an ad bill!"
Harry's perception of Professor Moody was equally complicated, because he knew that part of his admiration and yearning for the legendary Auror was actually disguised by the Death Eater Little Crouch, but he decided not to go to the horns. Also learned a lot about how to deal with dark wizards, and absolutely reliable.
Last year the professor of the course was Sirius (in a recent contact, Sirius said he saw Rita Skeeter on Muggle TV news about BSE). Harry guessed that when Sirius was a professor, he should also have a special task - such as training students' ability to deal with emergencies and actual combat under the threat of the shadow of war. Students in Harry's year generally feel comfortable doing their O.W.Ls practice exams.
And Professor Bagshot-Harry's heart sank, probably because he used to be a saint, and he held a lot of hostility to Muggles, or, in other words, treated them differently'. Harry thought of the speech he had seen today,
Clearly, Grindelwald saw wizards and Muggles as two different groups, and the two were in competition.
Isn't there a secrecy law?
A voice in Harry's head asked himself, what if the secrecy laws were broken? He couldn't think of a solution at all, and it made his heart sink. A sudden cold wind blew snowflakes against his face, and Harry raised his eyes to find that the windows in the hallway were open.
He stepped forward, some tiny ice crystals stuck to the window root, his fingers were icy cold, he knew winter was coming
—A "What are you doing?" Filch appeared suddenly, holding a glowing special wand in his hand.
"Close the window," said Harry.
"The lights are about to go out, and I'm still hanging around in the castle, I suspect..." Filch said in a cold, menacing tone, Mrs. Norris hid under the shadow of her master, rubbing comfortably against Filch's trousers. .
"So it's not curfew time yet?" Harry exclaimed. "Thanks for the reminder!" He strode away, and he heard Filch's breathless voice behind him, and then he heard Filch muttering in a low voice. cast a spell, windows
It closed with a bang.
Some relationships are difficult to improve. Harry thought as he climbed the stairs, he thought of Draco Malfoy, they were destined to be difficult to be friends, there were too many grudges in front of them, unless some force majeure forced them together - like grouping in class. Training.
Thinking that in two more years, the two people after graduation may not have contact for the rest of their lives, Harry inevitably felt a little melancholy. In his mind, Hogwarts was the first place he felt like home.
The next day, at the auditorium table.
"So, Professor Bagshot didn't punish you at all and discussed magic with you?" Ron's tone sounded a little jealous.
"Yeah," said Harry, telling Ron and Hermione about last night's experience over the porridge (minus the saints).
"He's not so unkind." Ron smacked, his attitude towards Professor Bagshot was much better, and even Hermione was slightly surprised, "But why did he keep you in jail?"
"My thesis does have quite a few problems," Harry said with a shrug.
He didn't think he'd make excuses for Professor Bagshot, but he really didn't want to expose that the professor was a saint, that's all over, isn't it? Propaganda will only make Professor Bagshot embarrassed. He thinks of Remus's werewolf identity. After Remus confessed to them, it didn't take long to submit his resignation.
"By the way, Hermione," Harry asked casually, "how much do you know about Grindelwald?"
Hermione took a breath, though he had tried to understate it. "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?" "Uh, because... I was eating chocolate frogs in Professor Bagshot's office yesterday."
"He also invited you to snacks?" Ron interrupted. "Yeah, I drew a Dumbledore card, you know, we know Nick Lemay, but we don't know much about Grindelwald's past."
Hermione frowned slightly, as if thinking seriously.
"Harry, there are very few existing research materials on Grindelwald, oh, it's not that I didn't mention it, I mean, the part about him is pitiful, his childhood, his upbringing...he seems to be All of a sudden, he became a famous figure, inciting riots, disrupting local order, and creating all kinds of sensational violence. It's all recorded."
Hermione kept talking, but stopped when she saw Harry's expression.
"What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.
"Is there a record of his speech?" Harry asked softly, trying to keep the direction in his words less obvious, as if it was just a whim. "I think he's a very attractive man,
After all, it can pull up such a large army of wizards..."
Hermione shook her head, and she whispered, "I don't know."
"So we only know that he is a powerful dark wizard, highly inciting, and one by one he uses the symbol of the Deathly Hallows as his logo." Ron concluded, "It sounds like a tough opponent, but fortunately he was Dumbledore defeated."
After speaking, he continued to deal with the fried eggs and sausages on his plate, obviously not taking it to heart. Harry didn't want to attract attention, so for the next two days, he just took the opportunity to consult the reference books, stood by the bookshelf in the library, and quickly browsed through the books Hermione mentioned.
From the point of view of the book, Grindelwald is a bad man, the enemy who undermines the stable cornerstone of the wizarding world.
On Thursday evening, Harry stumbled across Luna straddling the field, dressed in new fashion, and suddenly realized that it was the weekend and he hadn't given Luna an answer. Ron and Hermione took opposite views on the matter.
"Why are we going to smelly sewers?" Ron's face puckered. "Not to mention going into the girls' bathroom—I don't want to deal with Myrtle anymore."
"You don't have to," said Hermione.
"Leave Ginny alone? Mom would kill me if she knew," Ron cried.
That's right, the content of their discussion has changed, not whether to teach Luna that Parseltongue, but whether to take time to accompany them to search the secret room. Harry didn't want to go in the bottom of his heart, because this adventure was doomed to fail, and the real Resurrection Stone was on Dumbledore's hand!
"...you don't know how much training you've been doing lately, Perks and Gut are calling you a tyrant in private," Ron said to Harry, who was dumbfounded, "Yeah," Ron nodded understandingly, "Thanks Kay Ty Bell educates them about how Wood tortured players while he was still around, and you're better off than him.
"Maybe I should train a little more so they don't have time to gossip." Harry gritted his teeth as Ron shrugged.
"Let's find a night, go and get back," Harry said with determination, and Hermione raised her eyebrows. "If I understand you right, you want a night tour—" "Yeah," Harry said 'you Finally got the expression of', "It's not the first time, not so bad. I can't delay Quidditch training for two days on the weekend." He emphasized.
"I think it's fine," said Ron. "I don't want to sneak into the girls' bathroom during the day either. I'm a prefect now. If something goes wrong, it's going to be a lot of fun."
Harry also thought of the possibility of being discovered by Mafalda and her bees (what some refer to as the little wizard who worked part-time in the "Mystery Wall" tabloid), and the sensational title, 'Gryffindor Level Long and the team captain's eccentricities', he froze all over, and the thoughts in his heart became firmer.
"It's tomorrow night!"
Harry broke the news to Ginny later, and at breakfast the next day, Luna came over to thank him happily, almost slipping the tongue, and Harry was so frightened that he cast the Glue Jaw Curse. Luna was dragged away by Ginny with a bulging mouth.
After breakfast, they went to the ancient rune class, which has now entered a new stage.
"The progress is slightly faster than I expected," Felix said. "It may be related to several large-scale detentions..." The students below stared at the professor. "We learned something new today."
He stopped suddenly, and looked around the classroom, "Who didn't come to class?"
The students began to look around, and Pansy Parkinson raised his hand.
"Professor, Daphne has taken leave and is now in the school hospital."
"The reason?"
"It is said that the bad blood grass powder was mistaken for parsley powder and added to the food by mistake, causing mild encephalitis symptoms." Pansy said, she sat with Bressabini, and the two behaved intimately.
"That's a headache, a slight disturbance of consciousness..." Felix said, Pansy was a little stunned, why did he describe the symptoms again?
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is."
But there is more than one reason for this symptom of taking bad blood grass by mistake. Felix thought that it might also be a Confusion and Oblivion Charm.
What a coincidence.
Generally speaking, the sequelae of the Confusion Curse are very mild. If it only interferes with the sanity of the person under the spell for a second or two, it will not even cause any reaction.
He was under the influence of Confusion Curse and Imperius Curse for a long time, and finally became unconscious and had to receive professional treatment.
A figure appeared in Felix's mind, the saint who followed Grindelwald's trail, Nicole Noel. Felix had previously suspected that she might be the real owner of the house-elf Bundy, so she had no doubts about her being able to contact Grindelwald, but now it seems that she should have used Daphne Greenglass to deliver the message.
Whether this is the case or not, you can find out when you go to the school hospital to see after class.
This also reminds Felix that the saints are not harmless little white rabbits. They used to be well-organized and have a clear division of labor.
Far from being measurable by the dimension of force. The same thought came to Harry, who knew even more than Felix—he had seen Daphne meet a strange woman and receive a gift box that ended up in Bagshot in the professor's office.
It's just that Harry thought at the time that the old woman in the trench coat might be one of Daphne's elders. He looked at Professor Hepp. He should know something, right? But the professor has already started lecturing.
"..I'm glad to see that most people have mastered the art of making the Practical Rune Wandless manifest, and have gained some flexibility in casting spells as a result, but that's not the point," Felix said. Wen is not very good in terms of power or adaptability, there are better spells to replace them."
"Next, you will be exposed to the extremely practical content of ancient Rune, a technique derived from the Rune circuit. Is anyone willing to cooperate with the demonstration? There is a bonus point."
Several arms were raised.
"Anthony Goldstein." Felix called a Ravenclaw boy's name.
Goldstein stepped forward nervously.
Felix waved his hand, and more than a dozen Rune symbols appeared out of thin air, and they were closely combined with each other.
"Try to grab it," Felix encouraged, and Goldstein held out his hand as the student watched with bated breath—his fingertips touched the chain of snapped runic circuits.
The string of runes seemed to be attracted by Goldstein, and he took the initiative to blend into his skin and drilled up with his fingers. Goldstein was startled, rolled up his sleeves, and was surprised to find that the string of runes looked like some kind of mark. cauterized on the skin of the wrist.
Goldstein blinked.
"Professor? This is..."
He was a little worried that the things on his wrist would not be removed, but the next second, he found that his body became light and fluttering, just a tiptoe, the whole person flew in the direction of Professor Haipu, Professor Haipu dodged, he went straight Jump at the window.
"Don't use too much force," Felix reminded him.
"What?" Goldstein asked in his busy schedule. He stretched out his hand to stop it on the wall, but the whole figure seemed to have no weight and bounced in the opposite direction at a very high speed, brushing with Professor Hepp. And out of time was caught.
Goldstein's feet fell back to the ground.
"Try again," he heard the professor say to him~www.novelhall.com~ Goldstein exhaled excitedly, "I seem to have gotten the hang of it." Not completely out of control of your actions.
He stood there and jumped slightly. The next second, he found himself jumping into the air, rubbing his head against the ceiling, and the students below looked very short, looking at him eagerly, he couldn't help laughing.
He fell lightly in mid-air, like a feather, and had time to say hello to good friends one by one.
Felix grabbed his wrist and made him stand firm. When he took his hand away, Goldstein found that the rune on his wrist was gone, and he was so heavy that he almost sat on the ground.
"You can go back now, Mr. Goldstein. Ravenclaw plus ten."
"A rune circuit that reduces the weight of objects." Felix said with satisfaction: "It is usually used on rune creations, but why can't it be used on the human body? You should have received human deformation, right?" The student nods.
"You can think of the rune circuit as a frozen spell - of course, what you will learn next is carefully selected and created by me, and you will find that it can be applied not only to objects, as long as you follow the seventeen rules Rune law, it will also be part of everyday spellcasting."
"Moreover, it has its own unique advantages, such as long-lasting, difficult to crack and target, higher degree of concealment, etc."
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When Harry came out, his head was still dizzy, as if his consciousness was still stuck in Professor Bagshot's office. They sat on the soft sofa cushions, reflecting the red, flickering fire in the fireplace, and chatted about their insights into magic.Professor Bagshot's theoretical knowledge is very extensive. It is comprehensive, but not overly wordy, and can always use some exquisite demonstrations to clearly show personal ideas. In comparison, Harry felt like he couldn't speak, and his mind was a mess.The thought frustrates him, since he has also taught many student spells in the Frontline Lookout Club.Harry couldn't help but compare the professors he had come across in this class.In his first and second grades, he met Quirrell and Lockhart, but he didn't learn much useful knowledge from them.Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort at the time, and he might have been plotting how to capture the Philosopher's Stone all day long, and was not in the mood to teach. Because it is said that his theoretical knowledge is quite solid, there is a certain degree of credibility in this statement. Harry has experienced the curse that Quirrell cast on his broomstick; of course, it may also be that Quirrell has been corrupted. The evidence is that he was speaking in class. Always upside down, nervous.When Harry first learned that he was a Horcrux, he was suspicious for a while, suspecting that Quirrell's face would grow on the back of his head.And the other one, Lockhart, who is nothing but the Oblivion Curse, is now locked up and suffering in Azkaban. However, Harry had to admit that if he had to compare the level of excitement in the class, Lockhart would definitely be better, because instead of stuttering, he was excited and full when reading the text and performing without physical objects.This alone is much better than Quirrell, who can't even talk.Harry just thinks that watching Lockhart jump up and down when he's not using himself as a prop to play some insane character can be quite a relief.Harry's real education in Defence Against the Dark Arts should have started from Professor Damocles Belby not counting the duel club.Professor Belby is a master of potions and has developed the wolf's poison potion. To a certain extent, he and Snape have chosen the exact opposite. But Professor Belby himself had said that he was here to fill the void, but Harry still found his series of defense lessons around the Forbidden Forest useful.In the third grade, the students welcomed Professor Lupin. I don't know if it's mixed with extra subjective emotions, Harry thinks this is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he has ever met, Remus is mild-mannered, friendly to students, and because of his hidden werewolf identity, Lu Touched and dealt with many difficult dark creatures and evil magic. "I'm part of them," Lupin said bitterly once, and Harry vehemently opposed the idea. The reason is that many students still miss him so muchfourth grade at the time, they were tortured by Moody's teaching methods, and "maybe Professor Hepp asked you to go over and save an ad bill!"Harry's perception of Professor Moody was equally complicated, because he knew that part of his admiration and yearning for the legendary Auror was actually disguised by the Death Eater Little Crouch, but he decided not to go to the horns. Also learned a lot about how to deal with dark wizards, and absolutely reliable.Last year the professor of the course was Sirius in a recent contact, Sirius said he saw Rita Skeeter on Muggle TV news about BSE. Harry guessed that when Sirius was a professor, he should also have a special task - such as training students' ability to deal with emergencies and actual combat under the threat of the shadow of war. Students in Harry's year generally feel comfortable doing their O.W.Ls practice exams.And Professor Bagshot-Harry's heart sank, probably because he used to be a saint, and he held a lot of hostility to Muggles, or, in other words, treated them differently'. Harry thought of the speech he had seen today,Clearly, Grindelwald saw wizards and Muggles as two different groups, and the two were in competition.Isn't there a secrecy law?A voice in Harry's head asked himself, what if the secrecy laws were broken? He couldn't think of a solution at all, and it made his heart sink. A sudden cold wind blew snowflakes against his face, and Harry raised his eyes to find that the windows in the hallway were open.He stepped forward, some tiny ice crystals stuck to the window root, his fingers were icy cold, he knew winter was comingA "What are you doing?" Filch appeared suddenly, holding a glowing special wand in his hand."Close the window," said Harry."The lights are about to go out, and I'm still hanging around in the castle, I suspect..." Filch said in a cold, menacing tone, Mrs. Norris hid under the shadow of her master, rubbing comfortably against Filch's trousers. ."So it's not curfew time yet?" Harry exclaimed. "Thanks for the reminder!" He strode away, and he heard Filch's breathless voice behind him, and then he heard Filch muttering in a low voice. cast a spell, windowsIt closed with a bang.Some relationships are difficult to improve. Harry thought as he climbed the stairs, he thought of Draco Malfoy, they were destined to be difficult to be friends, there were too many grudges in front of them, unless some force majeure forced them together - like grouping in class. Training.Thinking that in two more years, the two people after graduation may not have contact for the rest of their lives, Harry inevitably felt a little melancholy. In his mind, Hogwarts was the first place he felt like home.The next day, at the auditorium table."So, Professor Bagshot didn't punish you at all and discussed magic with you?" Ron's tone sounded a little jealous."Yeah," said Harry, telling Ron and Hermione about last night's experience over the porridge minus the saints."He's not so unkind." Ron smacked, his attitude towards Professor Bagshot was much better, and even Hermione was slightly surprised, "But why did he keep you in jail?""My thesis does have quite a few problems," Harry said with a shrug.He didn't think he'd make excuses for Professor Bagshot, but he really didn't want to expose that the professor was a saint, that's all over, isn't it? Propaganda will only make Professor Bagshot embarrassed. He thinks of Remus's werewolf identity. After Remus confessed to them, it didn't take long to submit his resignation."By the way, Hermione," Harry asked casually, "how much do you know about Grindelwald?"Hermione took a breath, though he had tried to understate it. "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?" "Uh, because... I was eating chocolate frogs in Professor Bagshot's office yesterday.""He also invited you to snacks?" Ron interrupted. "Yeah, I drew a Dumbledore card, you know, we know Nick Lemay, but we don't know much about Grindelwald's past."Hermione frowned slightly, as if thinking seriously."Harry, there are very few existing research materials on Grindelwald, oh, it's not that I didn't mention it, I mean, the part about him is pitiful, his childhood, his upbringing...he seems to be All of a sudden, he became a famous figure, inciting riots, disrupting local order, and creating all kinds of sensational violence. It's all recorded."Hermione kept talking, but stopped when she saw Harry's expression."What's wrong?" she asked anxiously."Is there a record of his speech?" Harry asked softly, trying to keep the direction in his words less obvious, as if it was just a whim. "I think he's a very attractive man,After all, it can pull up such a large army of wizards..."Hermione shook her head, and she whispered, "I don't know.""So we only know that he is a powerful dark wizard, highly inciting, and one by one he uses the symbol of the Deathly Hallows as his logo." Ron concluded, "It sounds like a tough opponent, but fortunately he was Dumbledore defeated."After speaking, he continued to deal with the fried eggs and sausages on his plate, obviously not taking it to heart. Harry didn't want to attract attention, so for the next two days, he just took the opportunity to consult the reference books, stood by the bookshelf in the library, and quickly browsed through the books Hermione mentioned.From the point of view of the book, Grindelwald is a bad man, the enemy who undermines the stable cornerstone of the wizarding world.On Thursday evening, Harry stumbled across Luna straddling the field, dressed in new fashion, and suddenly realized that it was the weekend and he hadn't given Luna an answer. Ron and Hermione took opposite views on the matter."Why are we going to smelly sewers?" Ron's face puckered. "Not to mention going into the girls' bathroomI don't want to deal with Myrtle anymore.""You don't have to," said Hermione."Leave Ginny alone? Mom would kill me if she knew," Ron cried.That's right, the content of their discussion has changed, not whether to teach Luna that Parseltongue, but whether to take time to accompany them to search the secret room. Harry didn't want to go in the bottom of his heart, because this adventure was doomed to fail, and the real Resurrection Stone was on Dumbledore's hand!"...you don't know how much training you've been doing lately, Perks and Gut are calling you a tyrant in private," Ron said to Harry, who was dumbfounded, "Yeah," Ron nodded understandingly, "Thanks Kay Ty Bell educates them about how Wood tortured players while he was still around, and you're better off than him."Maybe I should train a little more so they don't have time to gossip." Harry gritted his teeth as Ron shrugged."Let's find a night, go and get back," Harry said with determination, and Hermione raised her eyebrows. "If I understand you right, you want a night tour" "Yeah," Harry said 'you Finally got the expression of', "It's not the first time, not so bad. I can't delay Quidditch training for two days on the weekend." He emphasized."I think it's fine," said Ron. "I don't want to sneak into the girls' bathroom during the day either. I'm a prefect now. If something goes wrong, it's going to be a lot of fun."Harry also thought of the possibility of being discovered by Mafalda and her bees what some refer to as the little wizard who worked part-time in the "Mystery Wall" tabloid, and the sensational title, 'Gryffindor Level Long and the team captain's eccentricities', he froze all over, and the thoughts in his heart became firmer."It's tomorrow night!"Harry broke the news to Ginny later, and at breakfast the next day, Luna came over to thank him happily, almost slipping the tongue, and Harry was so frightened that he cast the Glue Jaw Curse. Luna was dragged away by Ginny with a bulging mouth.After breakfast, they went to the ancient rune class, which has now entered a new stage."The progress is slightly faster than I expected," Felix said. "It may be related to several large-scale detentions..." The students below stared at the professor. "We learned something new today."He stopped suddenly, and looked around the classroom, "Who didn't come to class?"The students began to look around, and Pansy Parkinson raised his hand."Professor, Daphne has taken leave and is now in the school hospital.""The reason?""It is said that the bad blood grass powder was mistaken for parsley powder and added to the food by mistake, causing mild encephalitis symptoms." Pansy said, she sat with Bressabini, and the two behaved intimately."That's a headache, a slight disturbance of consciousness..." Felix said, Pansy was a little stunned, why did he describe the symptoms again?"Is that so?""Yes, it is."But there is more than one reason for this symptom of taking bad blood grass by mistake. Felix thought that it might also be a Confusion and Oblivion Charm.What a coincidence.Generally speaking, the sequelae of the Confusion Curse are very mild. If it only interferes with the sanity of the person under the spell for a second or two, it will not even cause any reaction.He was under the influence of Confusion Curse and Imperius Curse for a long time, and finally became unconscious and had to receive professional treatment.A figure appeared in Felix's mind, the saint who followed Grindelwald's trail, Nicole Noel. Felix had previously suspected that she might be the real owner of the house-elf Bundy, so she had no doubts about her being able to contact Grindelwald, but now it seems that she should have used Daphne Greenglass to deliver the message.Whether this is the case or not, you can find out when you go to the school hospital to see after class.This also reminds Felix that the saints are not harmless little white rabbits. They used to be well-organized and have a clear division of labor.Far from being measurable by the dimension of force. The same thought came to Harry, who knew even more than Felixhe had seen Daphne meet a strange woman and receive a gift box that ended up in Bagshot in the professor's office.It's just that Harry thought at the time that the old woman in the trench coat might be one of Daphne's elders. He looked at Professor Hepp. He should know something, right? But the professor has already started lecturing."..I'm glad to see that most people have mastered the art of making the Practical Rune Wandless manifest, and have gained some flexibility in casting spells as a result, but that's not the point," Felix said. Wen is not very good in terms of power or adaptability, there are better spells to replace them.""Next, you will be exposed to the extremely practical content of ancient Rune, a technique derived from the Rune circuit. Is anyone willing to cooperate with the demonstration? There is a bonus point."Several arms were raised."Anthony Goldstein." Felix called a Ravenclaw boy's name.Goldstein stepped forward nervously.Felix waved his hand, and more than a dozen Rune symbols appeared out of thin air, and they were closely combined with each other."Try to grab it," Felix encouraged, and Goldstein held out his hand as the student watched with bated breathhis fingertips touched the chain of snapped runic circuits.The string of runes seemed to be attracted by Goldstein, and he took the initiative to blend into his skin and drilled up with his fingers. Goldstein was startled, rolled up his sleeves, and was surprised to find that the string of runes looked like some kind of mark. cauterized on the skin of the wrist.Goldstein blinked."Professor? This is..."He was a little worried that the things on his wrist would not be removed, but the next second, he found that his body became light and fluttering, just a tiptoe, the whole person flew in the direction of Professor Haipu, Professor Haipu dodged, he went straight Jump at the window."Don't use too much force," Felix reminded him."What?" Goldstein asked in his busy schedule. He stretched out his hand to stop it on the wall, but the whole figure seemed to have no weight and bounced in the opposite direction at a very high speed, brushing with Professor Hepp. And out of time was caught.Goldstein's feet fell back to the ground."Try again," he heard the professor say to him~www.novelhall.com~ Goldstein exhaled excitedly, "I seem to have gotten the hang of it." Not completely out of control of your actions.He stood there and jumped slightly. The next second, he found himself jumping into the air, rubbing his head against the ceiling, and the students below looked very short, looking at him eagerly, he couldn't help laughing.He fell lightly in mid-air, like a feather, and had time to say hello to good friends one by one.Felix grabbed his wrist and made him stand firm. When he took his hand away, Goldstein found that the rune on his wrist was gone, and he was so heavy that he almost sat on the ground."You can go back now, Mr. Goldstein. Ravenclaw plus ten.""A rune circuit that reduces the weight of objects." Felix said with satisfaction: "It is usually used on rune creations, but why can't it be used on the human body? You should have received human deformation, right?" The student nods."You can think of the rune circuit as a frozen spell - of course, what you will learn next is carefully selected and created by me, and you will find that it can be applied not only to objects, as long as you follow the seventeen rules Rune law, it will also be part of everyday spellcasting.""Moreover, it has its own unique advantages, such as long-lasting, difficult to crack and target, higher degree of concealment, etc."***https://Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: . Mobile version reading website:
