A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 671: Pattern

The next morning, the table atmosphere in the auditorium was very lively.

Many little wizards have finished their exams. They talked loudly, preparing to enjoy the last leisure time before the holiday. They have every reason to be happy, because according to the usual practice, except for a few students who failed to pass the spell assessment, the professors will not have any requirements for the coursework, especially will not leave homework.

"We have one last exam." Ron poked the fried eggs on the plate with his fork.

"Changing the way of thinking, we will have nearly two weeks of free time by the end of today." Hermione said comforting words with food in her mouth, and Harry agreed, but his eyes were subconsciously wary of Neville. , the subject to be tested today is Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they will meet Professor Bagshot again'.

"No, what comforts me is that the fifth and seventh grade exams are still going on," Ron said cheerily, "How many exams does Ginny have?"

"Four doors," said Harry.

Ron sighed contentedly, at this moment, a large group of owls flew in, folded their wings and landed on the dining table,

Clink the plate. Six or seven owls surrounded Dumbledore on the teacher's bench, and Professor Marchbe next to him seemed to be allergic to owls and kept sneezing.

Harry watched with relish until Ron let out a cry of pain, and when he turned his head, there was a gray owl on the dining table in front of him, and its beak seemed to have just been loosened from Ron's fingers.

"It bit me!" Ron exclaimed aggrievedly, and angrily picked up the letters that had fallen on the dining table. "I'd like to see whose owl this is—oh," his tone Getting depressed, "It's from Bill."

He opened the letter, read it quickly, the expression on his face changed from shock to joy, and before Harry could open his mouth, he spoke beamingly.

"It's Bill and Fleur, they plan to get married this summer—Merlin's beard! Well, the letter said, the time is not yet certain, they want to count the itinerary of some important guests, tentatively scheduled for early August, /

They asked me to ask you by the way—you won't come, will you? "Ron asked in confirmation.

"Of course I will."

"Yes, you must be there."

Harry and Hermione said quickly.

Ron read the letter again contentedly, raised his head and said in surprise: "I don't know how Bill persuaded Mom to accept Fleur, but her attitude has always been... um—maybe Mom finally admitted that Bill I and Tonks are completely hopeless."

"Tonks and Lupine are engaged," Harry reminded.

"Yeah, I think that's the reason." Ron said: "Mother's wish has come true." He put the letter away, and the three of them finished breakfast, ready to meet today's black magic with joy Defense test.

On the professor's seat, Felix opened the letter, which contained a rather formal invitation. He glanced at it, and found that the letter was written in rock-and-roll English, signed by Bill Weasley. He looked at Dumbledore, who was calmly putting away an official letter.

"International Federation of Wizards?" Grindelwald, who was sitting on the other side of him, asked suddenly.

"Babajid asked me for advice on the new law. Poor man, he has to face such a severe situation just after taking office." Dumbledore said calmly: "In fact, he has done a good job in the past, but Lack of confidence.

Grindelwald was dubious, he narrowed his eyes and fell into thought. Felix asked: "Principal Dumbledore,

Have you heard from the Weasleys? "

"Ah, I see." Dumbledore picked up an envelope with his slender fingers, and looked at the signature on it,

"It's Arthur and Molly, let me see what they said? Oh, oh, a wedding, another beautiful couple! "

Professor Marchban was leaning back desperately and fanning the air in front of him, trying to keep himself away from the owl. "Let me go, I can't stand this!" she yelled. After Professor McGonagall helped her leave the table, Dumbledore continued happily: "The scene of Arthur and Molly walking in the moonlight seems like yesterday, but in a blink of an eye their child will enter the palace of marriage, Time is such a fascinating thing!"

"I think," he turned to look at Felix, and said in an expectant tone, "Sirius and Amelia,

As well as Remus and Tonks, these two pairs are pretty sure, right? "

Felix nodded.

"Then I have to prepare at least three congratulatory gifts. In the two or three years since the end of the last war, I have also received quite a few wedding invitations." Dumbledore stood up, tiptoeing happily, "Compared with these good news, public affairs are too dull and boring. I have to remind Babajid that he is now the president of the International Federation of Wizards."

Grindelwald stared at his leaving back and was silent for a moment, as if asking and talking to himself: "Is what he said true?"

"Which point? The principal said a lot." Felix asked.

"Yeah," said Grindelwald slowly, "he talked a lot."

At the edge of the long dining table, Snape calmly watched a few people out of the corner of his eye, various thoughts swirling in his mind.

Dumbledore concealed too many things—he was absolutely sure that he was definitely not the only one enjoying this treatment, such as Felix, McGonagall, and even the mysterious Bagshot, all of which were planned by Dumbledore part of the But no one can see the whole picture.

For example, he believes that no third person in this world will know that the Elder Wand on Dumbledore has quietly changed its owner at this moment.

What the **** is Dumbledore trying to do?

Snape put down the cutlery indifferently, turned and left the auditorium. He doesn't believe Dumbledore's nonsense at all, saying 'it's better to be a permanent mystery, say that's your business', if Dumbledore really wants the Elder Wand to disappear, he just needs to live to the end of his life , he didn't believe that anyone would dare to attack Dumbledore.

Unless he is guarding against someone. Snape paused and looked at Felix at the table.

Then he walked through the long foyer and up the spiral staircase. What Dumbledore said that night emerges in its entirety, and I hope one day it will never be used, preferably as a permanent mystery, which means that there will be no major changes in the wizarding world'.

Big change. Snape chewed on these few words, and pushed open the classroom door.

Dumbledore had a premonition of some kind of danger, but he wasn't sure if and when it would happen. Under such circumstances, it would be unwise to let a powerful magic wand disappear into history, so I am the backhand arranged by Dumbledore, a... temporary custodian of the ownership of the Elder Wand?

Who is Dumbledore's ideal heir?

As soon as Snape opened the door, he saw Harry sitting in the front seat, and suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart. He never believed that Dumbledore would choose Potter, even if he was in the battle. In terms of strength, it has surpassed its own combat strength?

Snape's body became stiff. From this point of view, Dumbledore's options are actually very small.

Harry stared blankly at Snape, before turning his mind, how could Snape appear in the examination room? And why is his expression so strange?

"Boom!"

Snape slammed the door shut and strode up to the podium with a frost on his face. Then he flicked his magic wand, and stacks of test papers flew out from the locked cabinet in the classroom, and landed precisely in front of the students.

"The current time is one or nine o'clock, and you have two hours to answer."

The students looked pretty and whispered to each other.

"Silence." Snape said loudly, and the sixth graders once again felt the long-lost low air pressure envelope the entire classroom.

"Where's Professor Bagshot?" Neville asked boldly.

"He's alive, but—" Snape said slowly, staring at him indifferently, and Neville's face turned pale, but what? Harry's heart sank as well. "But you can only see him in the afternoon. I will be in charge of the sixth grade written test. Shut up now—the test begins!"

They lowered their heads hastily, opened the test paper and began to answer the questions. Harry was thinking while answering, Snape seemed very angry, was it because he was going to proctor them? From what he said, Professor Bagshot should still be at school.

In the next two hours, there was no sound in the classroom, only the "rustle" of the quill pen rubbing against the test paper

Sound. After the exam, the students filed out and discussed in the hallway why Snape had proctored them.

"Maybe Professor Bagshot is ill," said a student.

"He was fine in the morning, and didn't Snape say that he is in charge of the practice assessment in the afternoon."

Seeing the worried expression on Neville's face, Harry felt a deep worry in his heart. He found an opportunity to tell Hermione about it during lunch, and Hermione held up her fork and thought for a while.

"There's only so much we can do about this, Harry." Hermione said dejectedly. Professor Saudi, do something, it's the same as you did when you saw Lupin off."

"Of course it's different!" Harry exclaimed, and several people around him looked, and he said in a low voice, "At least I won't be hurt, but G—but that man," he said calmly, "I saw it with my own eyes." Knowing what he did—albeit only in memory—many innocent people died because of him! This is why I declined his subsequent invitations. In case he wants to do something dangerous to Neville

"People change. He's been in prison for fifty years, hasn't he?" Hermione whispered, "Besides, didn't we analyze that he was under strict spell-casting restrictions?"

"A Dark Lord who uses his own wand, I feel a little sorry for him." Ron muttered.

Harry sulked alone. He felt that he had some affection for Grindelwald before, and the suspicion of beautification in his verbal description made Ron and Hermione fail to realize the seriousness of the problem.

After the afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam, Harry ignored Ron and Hermione's strange eyes, caught up with Neville and asked, "Na, Neville, what did Professor Bagshot tell you alone? ?”

"He said I did well in the exam." Neville looked happy.

"Oh, I mean, besides these—a

"You want to know when Professor Bagshot leaves school?" Neville looked at him.

Harry hesitated, then nodded.

"Did you ask him?"

"I asked, and he said he wasn't sure," Neville said softly, "But he gave me this." He took out a glass ball the size of a walnut from his pocket, "A looking glass. It's Hype One of the seven looking glasses mentioned by the professor, which contains a hair of Professor Bagshot."

Harry gave Ron and Hermione a meaningful look.

"One—it's just bad." Neville gasped, and Harry was a little dumbfounded. "Bad, bad?" he stammered. Neville looked at Harry strangely, "Yeah, this is just a souvenir,

Professor Bagshot gave it to me. "

"Can I have a look, Neville?" Hermione said in an unusual tone, "Well, I didn't know that Professor Bagshot had research on ancient runes."

Neville handed her the glass ball trustingly.

"This is his early work, obviously not successful. In fact, Professor Bagshot became interested in ancient runes very early, didn't he, Harry?"

"Yes... I did see a lot of related books in his office, and we discussed them together." Harry said blankly, images of the past surged in his heart, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt. He looked at Hermione, expecting to hear from her that there wasn't any ghostly magic trick hidden in it, and he hoped desperately that he had guessed wrong.

"The workmanship is exquisite, and the patterns are drawn." After a few minutes, Hermione said, she returned the glass ball to Neville, "But it is indeed broken, and the rune structure inside is incomplete."

"Professor Bagshot told me that too," Neville said, "The pattern on it is one he particularly prefers, and you can see similar patterns on his clothes."

"Like Professor Slughorn's golden buttons?" Ron grinned.

Neville couldn't help but glared at him and retorted bluntly, "Professor Bagshot has obviously better taste." When he left, Hermione shook her head at Harry and Ron.

"You heard what I said just now, I really didn't find any problems."

"Well, alas - that's for the best," Harry said with a sigh of relief, a stone falling from his chest.

The next few days were uneventful. Ginny's O.W.Ls exam was coming to an end~IndoMTL.com~Harry also found time to go to the principal's office to finish the last class. When Dumbledore announced the end of the class, he was a little bit reluctant.

"You have almost seen the history of the past hundred years through my perspective, but this does not mean that you have the same wisdom as me. It takes enough time to digest. This process may be short, or it may take a lifetime. "

Dumbledore said softly.

The blue eyes of the old man opposite seemed to be full of enthusiasm and anticipation. Harry slightly looked away, and his eyes fell on a stack of official letters and a book of "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" on the desk.

Dumbledore stared at Harry, noticed where his eyes rested, and explained casually: "It's an official letter from the International Federation of Wizards, and I'm really procrastinating about sending them almost every day recently.

Harry actually wanted to ask what the storybook said and why it was on the desk, but the timing was obviously not right now, so he made up his mind to find a more relaxed atmosphere to talk about this topic.

"How do I digest—" Harry didn't finish his sentence.

"Do the right thing, Harry. Not the easy thing," said Dumbledore. Can bear physical torture, but can't bear the pain of loneliness and thinking."

Harry nodded half-understanding.

"So—it's time to talk about the soul fragments in you."

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