A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 534: Squib

In the early morning of the next day, Felix went to class as usual, and the three wanted criminals who are still alive will naturally be taken over. He won't care too much, at most, he will check for deficiencies in the school's newly added defense measures this year, Professor Flitwick Been busy with Professor McGonagall for quite some time.

They were guarding against the Death Eaters. According to the Charms professor Flitwick, "The mysterious man regarded Principal Dumbledore as a thorn in his side during the first war! Who knows what he will do this time ?” Of course, Felix and Snape chatted privately and believed that Voldemort would not intentionally attack students.

He wants to rule, not slaughter. But there is a saying that Flitwick is right. There are indeed many people who hate Voldemort in the school. It used to be Dumbledore, and now there are more Felix, and Harry, Ron and Hermione. The student who made him lose face. If it is more broad, young wizards from Muggle families and teachers and students who do not agree with his brutal ideas can also be included in this group.

The latter people Voldemort will not deliberately target - that is after he took control of the British wizarding world, it is part of his "magnificent career", but anyone who is a little bit smarter will realize that if Voldemort intends to do Something, no matter who his target is, he will not extend mercy to the innocent.

Therefore, defensive measures are very necessary.

"I don't need to say, you all know the exam in June next year, yes, this year is finally here," Felix said in the fifth grade ancient rune class: "I guess you have been studying since last year. Hearing similar words is like a countdown, ticking in my mind—"

"A third grade, actually." Ron whispered, "Because we have a good friend, her name is Miss Know-It-All."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"In general, you are lucky. The ancient magic text class only divided the practical exam this year. There was no clear requirement before. This means that this year's exam will not be too difficult, and the scope of the assessment is relatively Narrow."

The students below listened intently. Usually at this time, every sentence the professor said is worth memorizing, because it is very likely to be related to the exam.

And this year is the year of the O.W.Ls!

"Magic puppets, the three most common types of looking glasses among the seven, and rune cards...other than that, it is related to what we are going to talk about today: the period from now until Christmas Time, you will learn to make twelve kinds of amulets."

"The core of every amulet is a set of rune circuits. Of course, the real situation is much more complicated, because the stability and service life of the magic power must be considered... Today, what we are going to learn is a You will find that the core of the entire rune circuit is built around the light rune."

"You are no stranger to this knowledge, but you can't say how deep it is, and today's course will help you better understand and consolidate these contents." Felix paused, looking down: "You You should have rune booklets in your hands, right?"

The students nodded in unison.

"Very good. Apart from some basic theories, this booklet also completely dissects an ancient magic——Illumination. In addition, the Bright Flame Curse, which is highly rated by the Anti-Dark Magic Association, also uses this rune... Generally speaking, it has become a very representative symbol, in other words, it is also a test point."

A bold student couldn't help asking: "Professor, so will this rune appear on the O.W.L exam?"

Felix blinked: "I can only say that the possibility is very high. Mr. Thomas."

He waved his wand, and a large piece of writing appeared on the podium. "The production method is in the textbook, and there are precautions on the blackboard. And—" He waved his wand again, and a cluster of white smoke emerged from the tip of the wand, hanging in the air, forming a continuous picture after another. "The picture of making the amulet is for your reference."

The students below are not unfamiliar with this, but it is the first time to use it in the classroom of ancient runes. They stared at the picture in mid-air——

Holding a rune carving knife in a clean and slender hand—they guessed it should be Professor Haipu—smoothly wrote burning runes one by one on the palm-sized chestnut board. After the first rune cools down, the last one has been completed, and the entire rune circuit is connected together, bursting out with bright brilliance. When the light disappeared, the hand started to move again, and they could only understand part of the next operation. After nearly three minutes, an amulet was made.

Next, the clouds and mist in the air suddenly freeze, and the picture returns to the beginning, starting a new cycle.

"I haven't seen clearly——"

"You have to read it together with the textbook and the notes on the blackboard."

"So we just need to follow it?" Harry said in amazement, "If only potions class could do this." It's extremely cumbersome, and even a little carelessness will turn the potion into a pot of waste water.

"Snape should really learn, instead of spending his mind on deducting our points." Ron couldn't help complaining.

"I think Professor Binns needs it too." Seamus spoke from the side. His words were met with approbation, and Professor Binns was known to turn thrilling goblin rebellions and giant wars into dry technical presentations. Many students formed a conditioned reflex, and the students under him couldn't help feeling sleepy as soon as he spoke.

When the classroom was quiet, Felix said: "I don't think you can make it successfully at the first time, but it's always good to set your goals higher. Anyway, let's start."

The students in the audience took out rune carving knives and chestnut boards, and began to try to make amulets.

Felix walked around the classroom throughout the class, pointing out various problems of the students, and he noticed a phenomenon-to be precise, it has been a while, and today is just another repetition-Stein Leitlin's students were in awe of his attitude.

This behavior is completely different from before, and cannot be explained by observing classroom discipline. At least—when they met him in the corridor recently, he would also deliberately slow down his voice and appear extremely dignified. As if afraid of making a joke in front of him.

Felix originally thought that this awe came from the Elder Wand's reputation, but the Ministry of Magic had helped him dispel the rumors, and their attitude continued unabated. He wondered if they knew about his new habit of 'walking' in Hogsmeade these two days.

Even Gryffindor students can see this abnormality.

"There is something wrong with the Slytherin students from top to bottom." At noon, Ron waved the fork in his hand and said, "I think they are in collusion with Percy."

"What about Percy?" Harry asked.

"Percy is very busy! Of course he is also very happy. I mean, last year he held two major competitions in a row, and he may be idle for several years, but now there is an ancient rune exchange activity, This is great news for him."

"Slytherin students don't still think that the professor holds the Elder Wand, do they?" Hermione said, "Hasn't the professor already clarified it?"

"Maybe I'm too eager for honor." Harry said, he knew this better than Ron and Hermione, because he had played Quidditch with Slytherin House for three years and was familiar with them style.

Slytherin House's bad reputation is due to many factors. For example, they are arrogant and like to talk about their status, but more because they have formed an ethos from top to bottom, they value honor too much, and they do not hesitate to use many small tricks to win when they are at a disadvantage.

"You're right," the ghostly almost headless Nick floated over, "In their opinion, Mr. Haip is expected to become the headmaster of Hogwarts. I don't know who first reported it, but this kind of The saying suddenly became popular in Slytherin House.”

"But does that mean anything?" Harry asked.

"Oh, of course, of course." Nearly Headless Nick said: "Do you know how many headmasters were born in Slytherin House in history?"

"Uh..." Harry couldn't figure it out, he looked at Ron, who was as bewildered as he was, and then looked at Hermione, who had a rather weird expression, and he said uncertainly: "Maybe There are more than a dozen? Is it very few?" Nearly headless Nick shook his head, and Harry added another question.

He knew one, the great-great-grandfather of Sirius, known as the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts.

"Not very few, but only one, Phineas Black." Nearly Headless Nick revealed the answer.

"Just him?" Harry asked in surprise. He finally understood why Hermione's expression was so strange. She was about to memorize Hogwarts, A History.

"There are more than 30 headmasters and only one Slytherin, so you can imagine what kind of expectations they have... To be honest, I think that Professor Black's rapid acceptance into Slytherin House may also have something to do with the only Slytherin Headmaster Slytherin, although posterity does not think highly of him.”

"But isn't he the most unpopular Headmaster?" Harry murmured.

"The two are not contradictory. Some of his actions during his tenure were indeed very unpleasant, but Slytherin House was cheering and celebrating at the beginning, and Headmaster Black had a lot of expectations at that time." Nearly Headless Nick Said: "Although even the students of Slytherin House can't stand him anymore."

"Then what the **** did he do?" Ron muttered.

"I can't speak ill of him behind his back. After all, he was the headmaster of Hogwarts. You can check it yourself." Nearly Headless Nick said, and he flew away.

At the dining table, the three of Harry froze for a while, then continued to eat with their heads down.

"Any news?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Today? No," she said curtly.

"Hasn't the International Federation of Wizards approved Professor Dumbledore's application?" Ron asked.

"Not so fast, but the preparations have already begun. In fact, whether they agree or not, the activity will continue, but the influence will drop a lot." Hermione explained the reasoning to them, "and will Slow down the promotion speed of ancient runes in other magic schools.”

Harry coughed violently.

"Is there such a thing? Did I miss it?"

"Obviously, it mentioned that ancient writing experts and principals from other magic schools were invited, why do you think this is?" Hermione asked back.

With that said, Harry and Ron understood a little bit.

"Do you know how 'Pumpkin Pie' is doing?" After a while, Ron asked, "I'm just busy with my homework, and the only time I have is Quidditch training." With a groan, "I understand what Fred and George said, the year of O.W.Ls will really transform people - because it will peel off a layer of our skin!"

"I asked Hedwig to send him a big bag of snacks." Harry said honestly. He didn't know if Hagrid gave it to Grapp, it wasn't enough for the giant to eat in one bite.

"Well, me too," sighed Hermione, "I really hope he comes back sooner, Professor Graplan is obviously more popular."

"Professor Graplan has her own business," said Ron. "She has a little estate of her own with some magical animals. Fred said she has a large army of fire crabs on her estate..."

Harry and Hermione looked at him simultaneously.

"How do you know?"

Ron shrugged, "Fred and George bought a shop in Hogsmeade, Professor Graplan's manor is nearby, once a few swallowtail dogs ran out of it, it was Fred and George Help catch it back."

"Why haven't I seen that pet shop in Hogsmeade?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"There is no shop, Professor Graplan only provides customized services, or exports to foreign countries. Every kind of pet needs a special license."

"Special Permit?"

"Yeah, things like fire crabs, swallowtail dogs, and witch birds are dangerous to a certain extent, but they are not particularly dangerous. They can be used as wizard pets. Of course, children should not even think about it. Charlie has a period of time I am particularly obsessed with shape-shifting lizards, but our family only has cats and goblins, and we can occasionally see thorns and sables..."

Harry called the members of the dueling self-study group over the weekend, and more people came than last year. Luna followed, and while Ginny was explaining to Harry in a low voice, she was looking at the Room of Requirement curiously, as if she had accidentally gone the wrong way.

"We will pick some content that is not taught in class, such as the patron saint spell, rune magic, and some very practical spells, such as the orientation spell used to point out the direction, all of which we have mastered during the Tournament .And it’s not just learning magic, everyone can also sit down and chat, or occasionally go to the Black Lake to enjoy the wind.” Harry explained to everyone his plan for the dueling self-study group.

"Where is this place?" Ginny asked.

"The Room of Response, it can provide us with a training venue, and most importantly, the equipment, we can use it as we please, without worrying about damage." Harry said immediately.

Everyone looked around in amazement. Under their gaze, rows of targets and mats appeared out of thin air. They watched all this with relish.

In the next period of time, Harry, Ron and Hermione instructed the others to shoot sparks with their wands, "Don't underestimate it, it can save lives at critical moments." Ron said half-truthfully. Everyone here can make the wand spark, but it is not so easy to use it as a warning.

After the first event, they part in front of the troll tapestry in the Room of Requirement.

"Not bad, is it?" said Hermione.

"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, he didn't want to explain how he felt when he was alone with Ginny for two minutes, it felt like a thief, and he and Ginny didn't mention it anyway. How to make the sparks more concentrated and brighter, but Harry couldn't remember exactly what was said.

They went downstairs along the spiral staircase, preparing to go to the auditorium for dinner. At the corner from the third floor to the second floor, they heard noisy voices coming from the hall. They looked at each other and quickened their pace in unison. The voice became clearer, it was a woman's cry.

"What happened?" said Ron in shock.

A lot of people crowded in the hall, densely packed, enclosing a central area, and there were endless discussions. The people in the back rows looked forward excitedly, and Harry, Ron and Hermione struggled to make their way through the crowd, "Make room, there are two prefects here!" Ron shouted.

"Who isn't?" Draco Malfoy whispered in his ear ~IndoMTL.com~ Ron was taken aback, then showed a disgusted expression, "Why are you here?"

"Look at the fun," Draco said slowly, "or use your excuse, I am performing the duties of a prefect?"

Ron blushed.

Harry didn't speak. He saw Professor Haip for the first time. The professor stood solemnly in the crowd, as if he had encountered extremely difficult troubles. But the professor isn't at the center of the story—he's just a bystander. Harry looked away, looking at the two women surrounded by Muggle Studies Professor Caredy Bubbaji yelling at Professor McGonagall, "Let me go, Minerva, let me go!"

"I don't agree." Professor McGonagall tightened his lips and said dryly, "Principal Dumbledore will not agree either."

Professor Bubbaji was dragging two bulging boxes beside her, which seemed to be all her belongings. Harry listened for a while, and learned from the discussion that Professor Bubbaji was not Knowing why, I suddenly wanted to leave school.

"Professor Bubbaji's condition is not very good recently." A third-year girl said sadly.

"She is in a trance..."

"Maybe I want to finish that new book too much." A well-informed student said.

In the middle of the hall, Professor McGonagall grabbed Bubbaji tightly, and she said sternly: "Caredy, if being locked up in a Muggle prison makes you feel bad..."

"Oh, not because of this." Professor Bubaji sobbed.

"What's the reason?"

Professor Bubaji's eyes suddenly widened, staring blankly at the dim yellow sky, as if something invisible was about to pounce on her and take her away, she tremblingly said: "It's just a nightmare... I , I became a squib!"

There was an uproar in the hall.