A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 618: Resurrection Stone

"A certain Hogwarts rune professor ()"

"Yeah, that's what Harry said at the time. Great guy, isn't he? I kind of admire him, even though I'm strongly against the cult of personality."

Warren listened intently, not even noticing that the biscuit in his hand had dropped.

"Hey!"

"After that...after that Dumbledore took Harry away."

Felix spread his hands to indicate the end of the story, which made Valen complain endlessly, why didn't the big devil follow! It wants to know what happened behind! Felix himself was a little bit embarrassed. It was difficult for Harry to hold so many emotions in his heart, but it was precisely the survival of such a person that made people look forward to his future.

Felix sat on the chair behind the desk, his gaze became calm.

He has two more important things at hand, one is to fulfill the duties of the Minister of Magic's adviser-to a certain extent, he has been promoted again in the Ministry of Magic, the honorary adviser hired by the Ministry of Magic and the personal adviser to the Minister of Magic There's still a big difference - answering the questions Amelia Bones asks.

This incident goes back a few weeks.

At the end of the Ancient Rune Yearbook event, seeing that Felix had no intention of visiting, Ms. Burns finally couldn't help but ran to the school.

Similar to today's process, Ms. Bones witnessed Voldemort's state with her own eyes. Even without knowing the secret of the Horcrux, she still chose to believe in all the decisions made by Dumbledore.

Since that day, Ms. Burns has been bombing Felix at an average rate of one owl per day.

Frankly, he'd be more than happy to write back.

Although Felix showed an attitude of 'finally throwing the trouble out' when facing Ms. Burns, this is just a negotiation technique, a way of competing for the right to speak and the primary and secondary positions. Of course he would prefer to keep things under his control. .

The other thing is the study of the soul domain.

Felix shook his left hand slightly, holding a teacup-shaped container in his hand.

Warren couldn't help but lean over to have a look.

There was a piece of tattered cloth two or three inches long in the container—but upon closer inspection, it looked a bit like a person wearing a black hooded cloak. The skin on the bare hands was blue-gray and gleamed eeriely. , which seemed to be covered in slime and spots, and looked no different from a rotting corpse.

That's a dementor.

"Hey! (Take it away!)"

Valun shivered, he knew what it was, not only had he seen it in a comic book—once he was curious and asked the big devil to show it to him, but all his happiness was sucked away It became even sadder than the penniless Nixiu.

The dementor floated in the container like a black poisonous jellyfish.

"Hey? (Is it dead?)" Warren asked tremblingly.

"No. They are not life, but a kind of 'non-existence'." Felix said softly.

He cannot transform into a dementor, and all knowledge about dementors is obtained through experiments. Because dementors are not magical animals, not even living things. Their own state transcends the concept of life and death - they have never really lived, and naturally they cannot talk about death.

Warren ran over to move his small bench over, as if listening to a story.

Felix: "...Okay." His mood today is also a little turbulent.

"The origin of dementors can be traced back to the fifteenth century. There was a small unplotable island in the North Sea, which was later called Azkaban. At that time, there lived a man named Exeter on the island. In this way, since Extis secretly captured the passing sailors and conducted various cruel and evil black magic experiments on them, the Dementor was born."

"It can never be destroyed from now on."

Felix ended the story with a low voice.

"chirp?"

"Ah, you say this? I can indeed destroy them, but in a blink of an eye, they will breed again in places that are dark, filthy, and full of despair... Dementors are born from human emotions, and the only thing that cuts The way to increase the number is to reduce the conditions for their survival.”

Valun shook his head in a daze, this concept was a bit out of line for him.

It gestured for a while, and finally took out its exclusive wand, and a wonderful question appeared in the air: So after the guy in the cup disappears, there will be an extra dementor egg somewhere in the world?

Felix couldn't help but cleared his throat.

"Dementors don't turn into eggs."

Warren thought for a while and wrote: Plant seeds?

"Well, it's not... well, don't write any more, I can give you an example." Felix stopped Varen's strange association, and after pondering for a while, he said, "The state of a dementor is closer to skin Skin ghost."

Valun's eyes widened, it was difficult for him to connect these two things.

"If you think about it," Felix said persuasively, "Peves is a conglomerate of chaotic spirits. Dementors are born out of corruption, filth, and despair; Peeves cannot be seen by ordinary people." See, the same is true for dementors; Peeves can move objects, all kinds of mischief, dementors also have the ability to interfere with reality; Peeves only appeared because of the little wizards of Hogwarts, and cannot be destroyed, dementors Monsters will never die because of human emotions..."

'But Peeves only stays in Hogwarts Castle. ’ Warren thought for a long time and wrote.

"For the dementors, the whole world is a castle for them to roam." Felix said softly, "In a corner of Azkaban—there is the place where Extis carried out evil In the place of the experiment, one or two dementors are still born from time to time."

"According to the Ministry of Magic, the number of dementors increased dramatically between the two world wars. They even wanted to rush out of Azkaban, because a darker, more hopeless place was born... until the end of the war. The quantity will be reduced."

Felix stretched out a finger and pushed the dementor in the teacup, "Who would have thought that if left alone, they might destroy the whole world?"

Under Ms. Burns' leadership, the Ministry of Magic has now stopped using dementors as guards in Azkaban. At the same time, an extra room was created in the Department of Mysteries. In the room, there were dementor capture cages, sealed up with the strictest magic.

It is estimated that only Felix has these who are currently living outside.

He has always wanted to understand the method of dementors absorbing souls, but with the lessons learned from the past, Felix had to be more cautious. He was worried that he would accidentally come up with something terrible.

Felix puts the Dementor away and begins writing Ms. Burns back.

Warren also returned to his small table and began to write in his diary. It now has a new target, Leonhard Bagshot, because he blew up his own little snake, and although its treasure came back because of it, this vengeful Warren has recorded it!

On the other side, Harry returned to the common room a little excitedly.

"Don't expect me to open the door for you if you come back so late." The fat lady shouted at him.

"Yeah, got it," replied Harry, who was now humming happily.

He learned from Dumbledore that the professors were working hard for him to survive, and he actually yelled and lost his temper at them. The secret, the resurrection stone! Headmaster Dumbledore actually owns the legendary Resurrection Stone.

Even Professor Haipu doesn't know this secret.

Headmaster Dumbledore strictly forbids himself to tell anyone. Thinking of the troubles caused by the Elder Wand, Harry solemnly agreed. However, it doesn't stop me from having fun secretly.

Of course, Harry felt sorry for Dumbledore's headmaster's sister too. Yes, Dumbledore also has a sister, it's unbelievable, Harry's jaw almost dropped when he found out about it, how could he never think about it? However, she died when she was young, before she could go to Hogwarts school.

That's why Dumbledore joined this year's sorting ceremony for the first time.

It was to satisfy his sister's wish.

"The Resurrection Stone can attract the projection of the dead in the minds of the living." Dumbledore explained that Harry didn't know how to express his concern, because the second of the three brothers in the fairy tale became a ghost because of the Resurrection Stone. Desperate, and finally committed suicide, but Harry believed that Dumbledore had enough wisdom to deal with this difficult problem.

Generally speaking, Harry is still in a happy mood. A mountain that had accumulated in his heart suddenly disappeared. Harry can't wait to welcome the new school year. How wonderful would it be without Voldemort? He wanted to rush to the girls' dormitory right now and ask Ginny out for a walk in the moonlight.

The lounge was empty, and Harry was so happy he wanted to sing. Then he heard voices in the corner ~IndoMTL.com~ where he, Ron, and Hermione usually stayed.

"Harry hasn't come back yet...can't wait any longer!"

Then Harry heard the sound of the envelope being ripped open, and his heart suddenly twitched violently. He hurried over and saw Ron pulling out a stack of bulging parchment from the torn envelope——

"Don't touch it!"

Harry yelled in horror, stepped forward and snatched it up, "Stab—" only left Ron a small note.

"Hey!" Ron exclaimed angrily. But when he saw that it was Harry, he was overjoyed, "Merlin's tattered underpants! Harry, you are finally back!"

Harry had to do all he could to push away Ron who was pounced on him, and he was relieved when he had done all this with the other hand and stuffed the parchment indiscriminately. Already broke out in a cold sweat.

"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and asked, "Ron talked nonsense before..."

"It's nothing." Harry said blushing. He didn't want Ron and Hermione to know what he wrote in the letter, it was too nasty. If the two of them knew, he would find a place to drown himself.

"But Ron told me—" Hermione eyed him suspiciously.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the small piece of paper in his hand, carefully deciphering the writing on it. "You plan to give me the Invisibility Cloak? This is, this is really—" He was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Harry froze in place.

Just when he was thinking about what reason to make up, Hermione stepped forward and snatched half of the note in Ron's hand, and read it twice. The look in his eyes was first suspicious, then shocked, and then Terrified, Harry knew he was screwed.

"Hand over the letter, Harry." Hermione said word by word.