A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 713: guess

From the beginning to the present, Harry felt that his attention seemed to have been broken into six or seven petals--Quidditch, Dumbledore's biography, student unions, clubs... The difficulty of the seventh grade also increased unabated, The professors seemed to be waiting for this moment, planning to cram all kinds of advanced magic knowledge into them.

In Charms class, the excitable short professor Flitwick exclaimed in an exaggerated tone:

"My God! I want to list all the spells that work, but I'm afraid your poor little brains won't fit!"

The students below looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Don't worry though," he said with a smile, standing on top of a stack of thick books as usual. "I will teach you something more practical, closer to the essence of spells... such as storage spells, which can cast two distinct spells at once; and how to parse and construct an unfamiliar spell, if you plan to invent later Spells will definitely come in handy; or other advanced spell-casting skills, such as the order of different spells acting on the same target, how to reduce disturbance...etc."

Everyone was not spared in the Potions class. Harry felt as if he was back in the first year—after the first lesson of failing to make a scabies potion, Snape had been training them in the most basic potion techniques for weeks on end—

Students in the improvement class must do their best to meet the different requirements of Professor Slughorn in each class, such as "Using rose petals and jumping toadstools to reduce the toxicity of chamaejasma aconitum", "How to use limited materials to maximize To a certain extent, it can exert the effect of the feather grass"...

Even Emmeline Vance, who has just taken over the post of professor of Transfiguration, put forward new requirements for students after getting familiar with the teaching tasks: the seventh grade will continue to learn human transfiguration, and try to apply The deformation theory is combined with various complex models for comprehensive application. After speaking, she transformed a feather into a bird, and then the bird's long beak became flattened, the feathers fell off, and black satin-like down grew out, becoming a snuffer. The students were amazed.

"It's just the appearance." Emmeline Vance said: "My experience is, don't stick to the deformed image you have learned before, but figure out what effect you want to achieve."

Snape's attitude was the one that caused the students the most discomfort.

Even if he changed his favorite subject, his attitude didn't change much. In a recent Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Snape flipped the textbook to the end. The students caught his movements with their eyes and guessed which part of the content they were going to study, but Snape turned the page to the end and threw the book away. to the side.

"Today's teaching is an extended topic, and you will find that the exam will not involve this part of knowledge at all." His black eyes swept across the classroom, "This means that this class is for those who just want to get the N.E.W.Ts certificate Those who don’t want to listen or those who don’t understand can come back next week.”

No one left voluntarily. Although everyone is angry, there is a feeling of being underestimated. They held back their energy secretly, ready to retaliate. As a result, after class, the students walked out of the classroom one by one with their heads down. Obviously, none of them could meet Snape's request.

"You know what's the most infuriating thing?" Dean yelled indignantly, "that he suggested that I do something else with my spare time . . . a swim in the Black Lake or something. "

"It's not surprising," Seamus said with a smothered laugh, "You almost hit him with the Hair Loss Curse. Think about it—"

"But the seventh grade course is really valuable, and the advanced applications of various defensive spells and dueling spells are dazzling," Daphne Greengrass tweeted excitedly: "You can't imagine putting the 'spell stand How miraculous is the effect after replacing 'with 'All curses end'..."

On the afternoon of the last day in September, Hermione came out of her dormitory with a box in her arms and sat across from Harry and Ron. The two stared at the box intently, and Harry said hopelessly, "Hermione, isn't there a badge inside?"

"—and with ambiguous initials?" Ron added.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not!" She opened the lid of the box and poured out the contents, and a pile of thick newspaper clippings immediately piled up on the table like a hill. Harry and Ron came to watch. "I collected these during the first month of school, and now I have to reorganize them."

"Sorting like in summer vacation?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," said Hermione.

"Can you see anything?" Harry asked, and he and Ron rummaged through the table, picking out what they were interested in.

Since the start of school, there has been no journalism work during the summer vacation, and other students have ordered one or two newspapers at most, except for Hermione - she ordered all the newspapers and magazines she could collect one by one. Every other week, the Grangers would send her a package containing as many Muggle newspapers as they could get their hands on.

"The news always lags behind, but I can still learn some useful information. I have to say that all kinds of changes are changing with each passing day." Read the book together..."

"I don't need to look at it," Ron muttered. "The whole world is changing, only Professor Binns' class remains the same."

Harry's eyes stopped on a small newspaper clipping, and he read it with his head down.

'The location of the new wizarding town is set to be in Cornwall, named Rutherford. At present, two hundred wizards have relocated there. It is reported that Rutherford is adjacent to another gathering place for wizards and Muggles—that is, Dingworth Village. With the completion of the new town, the surrounding wizards will have more choices...'

Dingworth... Harry stared at the name in a daze, he suddenly asked Ron: "What is the name of the place where Bill and Fleur finally settled?"

"Shell Cottage." Ron said casually.

"No, I mean specific locations."

"Oh, it should be on the edge of a cliff facing the sea in Cornwall," Ron showed a reminiscing expression, "Bill wrote to me and told me - in the suburbs of a village called... what is it called?" With?"

"Dingworth," said Harry firmly.

"That's right, that's the one."

Harry nodded and continued to read the neatly printed lettering on the newspaper clipping, 'Rutherford will become the second town in England that is entirely populated by wizards, the first being Hogsmeade Village, which participated in the construction of the small town. The town includes twenty-four staff members and fifty-seven wizard families who decided to settle here, thanks for their contributions...'

Harry saw Longbottom's surname in the long list of names.

The second piece of news is that the "Daily Prophet" reprinted an interview with a Muggle newspaper. A guy who seems to have a lot of background criticized the trade association with wizards for impacting the existing business rules, and they should be banned from contacting certain industries...Harry Putting down the newspaper clippings, getting used to an opponent popping up from time to time, reached out and picked up a small piece of paper the size of a palm.

The piece of paper said in compact small characters that the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States has accepted twelve children with magical talents. None of them are old enough to go to school. Harry read uncomfortably that these children had been forced to take special drugs and asked to cooperate with various tests. He was stunned for a while before continuing to read the following content. The second paragraph wrote their origins - 'Descendants of the Cleaners. The Scavengers who have despicably betrayed their own kind, married No-Maj to escape punishment, and abandoned any children who showed magical talents... These people were finally punished. ’

A mixture of anger and relief surged in Harry, and then a vague idea formed in his mind, but was interrupted before it could take shape.

"Hey! Listen to this," Ron exclaimed excitedly, "this Muggle newspaper praised Dumbledore for shocking two generations of Dark Lords by himself. Who is the strongest wizard—"

Hermione snorted sarcastically, "They just want Grindelwald to fight the professor."

"I'm curious too," Ron read the news with relish, "They call Dumbledore the sword bearer, which is really cool, but he has a wand in his hand, not a sword... …not sure, maybe the sword of Gryffindor?" He gestured with one hand in the air, pretending to hold a goblin sword that was as sharp as iron.

"How's the biography going?" Hermione looked at Harry and picked up a stack of newspaper clippings.

"It will take at least a few months to complete," Harry muttered, "Mr. Dorje has very high requirements."

Hermione shrugged, took the small piece of paper from Harry, glanced down, and then sighed, "I hope these children will be well taken care of." But then her eyes froze, The sympathy in his eyes was replaced by horror.

"No, probably not, it's impossible..." She stared at the desktop and said to herself.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

Hermione held her breath and asked softly: "You said... these children, will they be the first batch? Only them? Will there be more people--"

"The first batch of what?" asked Ron, stopping his movements.

Harry's eyes widened suddenly. The vague idea that had been entrenched in his mind just now suddenly became clear, but he would rather it wasn't true.

"You're saying that before they were controlled by the local government—" Harry couldn't speak, this guess was too scary.

Looking around, Ron snatched the note from Hermione's hand and read it quickly. Combined with hearing the words, his face gradually became pale and panicked. But he immediately thought of something, "I said—it shouldn't be like what you think, Ilvermorny and Hogwarts have similar magic, and any little wizard who shows magical talent will be recorded—um , these twelve children are just not old enough, so they leave an opportunity for the gangsters."

Harry and Hermione froze for a moment, Ron's words seemed to make sense, and they couldn't find a flaw for the time being. The two breathed a sigh of relief. After sorting out the newspaper clippings, Hermione took out the book "Powering the Opening of Magic" from the beaded pouch, but she seemed restless for a long time, and she didn't even have an appetite for dinner.

Finally, Harry proposed to visit Hagrid, but Ron and Hermione had no objections. As a result, they came out of the castle and stood knocking on the door of Hagrid's hut for ten minutes without getting a response. There was no one there at all. "Hagrid is not at home, he may have gone to inspect the Forbidden Forest." Harry said, "It's strange that the lights are always on."

"Probably took Glop for a walk - anyway, it's a waste of time," said Ron, frowning.

They could only go back. Harry turned his head a few times and didn't see Hagrid, or a figure who was bigger than Hagrid.

"Come back tomorrow, Harry," Hermione urged.

"Remember to bring the Marauder's Map, in case you can't find anyone." Ron suggested.

"Great idea," Harry said, "but there's no need to take it with you, just make sure Hagrid is not home before we come, my Marauder's Map can't see into the depths of the Forbidden Forest—how do you Already, Hermione?"

Hermione stopped suddenly, her eyes widened with fear.

"The lights...the Marauder's Map...can't be seen..." She suddenly jumped up, "Oh, I suddenly remembered something very important—but it's best to make sure first, I'll find you later. Without waiting for Harry to ask, she ran into the hall in a flash.

"What did she think of?" Ron asked puzzled.

"I don't know," Harry said with a shadow in his mind. He thought of those American scavengers, and thought of the heavy topics they had discussed during the day, but what could the lights and the Marauder's Map remind Hermione of? Woolen cloth? "Go, let's follow!"

They ran towards the stairs, but they climbed to the fifth floor without seeing Hermione. "She may have gone to the library." They turned back and searched around the library under Mrs. Pince's sharp gaze, but they still found nothing. The two had to go back to the lounge and wait for Hermione to come back by herself.

The other side——

Hermione came back from the ancient rune office, which was also locked. It was obvious that the professor hadn't returned to school so late. She hesitated for a while, still unable to make up her mind. Then there was a strange noise coming from her, and she took out a glowing looking-glass from a beaded pouch.

"It's Varen?" Hermione's eyes lit up. If Varen came back, the professor must be there.

Holding a missing person—no, a sniffing mirror—she walked down the spiral staircase, and soon returned to the hall. After pausing for a while in front of the college cup hourglass, she walked down the underground passage with a strange expression. Could it be that they are in Professor Snape's office?

With this thought in mind, Hermione walked down the stone steps to a spacious underground corridor with bright lights on both sides and colorful portraits hanging on the walls. Occasionally, one or two Hufflepuffs could be seen behind the pillars. Strange student talking - this is not the way to the original potions master's office.

“…”

The expression on Hermione's face became even weirder, "Well, it's not impossible." Finally she stopped in front of a picture, the picture was a huge silver bowl full of fruit. She took a deep breath, stretched out her index finger, and gently scratched the big green pear. The pear wriggled and turned into a green handle~IndoMTL.com~Hermione pushed open the door—the Hogwarts kitchen inside—and her eyes swept across the spacious, tidy room, which was as big as the Great Hall, with She walked past the four long dining tables that were exactly the same as the auditorium, and came to the real location of the kitchen.

Hermione spotted the target at a glance. Originally, her heart was filled with anxiety and fear, but now she even wanted to laugh a little. Felix sat on the little round bench, the way house-elfs usually sit, with his hands on his knees and his eyes fixed on the great fireplace. Surrounded by dozens of house-elves. She took a few steps forward, and through the gap between the elves, she saw a black, furry little guy, Varen, who was also sitting on a small stool, hugging his knees, staring at the fireplace with piercing eyes.

A tantalizing fragrance fills the air.

"Gudong." Hermione couldn't help swallowing, she didn't eat anything at night.

Felix turned his head on the bench, revealing a dozen grilled fish tumbling and sizzling in the fireplace, surprise flashing across his eyes.

"Granger? What a coincidence, I ran into you here—uh, I haven't had dinner yet, you—" He studied Hermione's face carefully, "Would you like something to eat?"