A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 590: Potion

Before the students at the scene turned their attention to Dumbledore, he left early, as abruptly as he appeared.

Felix knew that the school was riddled with counter-spells, and ordinary people couldn't Apparate in the castle, but there was no doubt—the headmaster had privileges. But Felix could see that Dumbledore was eager to confirm the sudden burst of magic power in the castle this time, and borrowed the power of the phoenix.

Felix has at least two ways to do the same thing.

The first is undoubtedly using the magic-like talent of magical animals. He doesn't even have to transform magical creatures, but converts the talent like Apparition into ancient magic, thus avoiding the prohibition of the school castle.

The second method is more tricky, and needs to be realized with the help of a part of the entire castle defense system - the Room of Response. This magical room is embedded in the magic of the castle by Lady Ravenclaw. When Felix deciphered some of the secrets, he could gain access indirectly. . In theory, as long as the Room of Requirement responds to him, he can use that room as a transit to jump around the castle.

Students in the office appear excited and active. Felix served them various desserts and biscuits.

"There are no canary biscuits in this, right?" Fred asked a little guilty.

"You reminded me." Felix said, he waved his hand, but nothing happened, but Fred was obviously frightened, he stared at the snacks on the small square table and dared not reach out.

Luna picked up a turmeric biscuit, took a bite and said, "I don't think there's any magic in this one." She seemed to be reassuring him, but everyone else—including Felix—thought the remark backfired, Fred was visibly more wary.

"Has Headmaster Dumbledore been here just now?" Harry asked uncertainly, "I seem to have seen him."

"Come and go," said Felix succinctly.

"Professor," Hermione couldn't help asking, "Why Harry's Patronus has become... completely different, is there any trick in it?" curious. Harry wanted to know, too, and he looked at Professor Hemp as well.

Felix thought for a while, and said: "I made a conjecture before that the patron saint has other uses. Some of you—" His eyes circled among several people, "may also have firm ideals , and firmly believe that you will not give up, but in fact, these difficulties have not really happened, and your "firmness" is just an imagination."

"The difference between Potter and you is that his belief is not created out of thin air, he has experienced those cruel dangers and blows - when he is still persevering, this courage is very convincing."

Everyone savored these words silently. Harry blushed a little when he heard that, he could only pretend that he was thinking too, but in fact his mind was blank.

Cedric asked: "Professor, can I understand it this way? 'Thinking that you can overcome difficulties' can only bring you false courage and belief. Only when you have 'proved yourself' can this courage and belief be real. Yes. The former may also be worth encouraging, but...it’s like a castle in the air.”

Felix smiled and nodded at him.

"Think about it, how many vows we have made in this life, and how many can be fulfilled." He said with emotion.

"There are few people who have achieved a great career in history. They also need to drink the bitter wine of failure, but what distinguishes them from ordinary people is the choice after failure. God, if those People are wizards too, so the Patronus might not be too bad."

In the evening, Felix writes a letter to a pen pal who has no information.

Starting with 'I have a student', he eloquently described his new discovery of the Patronus Charm, then changed his style of writing, and introduced the concept of the Deathly Hallows by using 'I have a student' as an excuse.

'...Of course I'm not laughing at you for stealing other people's coat of arms, I'm just curious. Didn't any of your followers raise any objections? As a scholar, I must point out the risks involved: Although the Peveriers were among the first to disappear, it was only the disappearance of the patrilineal line, and the descendants of the three brothers may be scattered around the corner. When they see that the coat of arms of their ancestors has become the symbol of a notorious organization, what kind of mood will they have in their hearts...'

Fort Nurmengard.

"Nasty little devil head!"

When Grindelwald read this letter, half a month had passed, which was at the end of April and the beginning of May. Grindelwald stared at the letter paper with a wrinkled face, showing a strange smile: "Faith? Not enough, you have to burn yourself."

He looked sideways at the house-elf.

"Bundy?" Grindelwald said softly.

"Master Grindelwald." Bundy the house-elf stood away from the hard bed, bowing his head humbly.

"Why are you afraid of me? Was it warned by those 'adults' how cruel I was?

Little one, you have the right to know more.

Half a century ago, a man named Dumbledore took his children and dismembered my huge followers—when I was most proud and ready to go. Had to fight. I lost. He was imprisoned in magic power, lost his innate right to cast spells, and couldn't even use a decent spell. imprisoned for half a century. "

The house-elf's head is lowered so that its nose is almost on the ground. He couldn't remember how many times he had been warned by the "Master Wizard" of the International Federation of Wizards, so he made up his mind that if the gentleman in front of him wanted him to help him escape from prison, he would turn around and run away before he finished speaking.

He said in a trembling voice: "Master Wizard, if you don't need to reply, Bundy will--"

"No, no, no, Bundy," Grindelwald said softly, stopping him.

"Your master used to be my believer. When I walked in here, he still never left. Don't you want to know why you were sent here? Why did the 'adults' of the Federation acquiesce in your existence ? They want me to starve to death."

"Your master and I got together because of a common idea, and I'm just... the one standing in front."

Grindelwald held out his hand, and Bundy hesitated, hesitating, but he was persuaded and approached slowly. The last two hands folded together.

Grindelwald smiled, and he couldn't see the appearance of his youth at all. His cheeks were small, his eyes were sunken, his teeth were almost gone, and he looked like a skeleton. He said to the trembling house-elf, "Look, isn't this easy?"

"Although I am not your master, you must have been asked to make me as comfortable as possible? I promise you, I will not ask you more than occasionally looking at the outside world with your eyes... "

"I need you, just as I am grateful for your care for me for a long time."

"Now, I want you to show me some magical skills. I have done better in the past, but now I can only get solace from your spellcasting."

Bundy was relieved that he complied with the request. Began to perform all the dazzling tricks he knew. Then he was out of breath, and Grindelwald thanked him, "I will be very grateful if I have the opportunity to see it in the future."

The house-elf bows away.

There was only one person left in the cell-like cell.

Grindelwald looked up and stared at the window—is it a window, or is it just a narrow gap between the black stones? At night, the mountain wind howls, casting weird shadows one by one.

He is very familiar with everything here, and even remembers the "for the greater good" engraved on the entrance, which he left behind himself. The word 'Nurmengard' was also the name of the prison he built for his opponents.

But ironically, he was not executed after his defeat, but was imprisoned here.

Now he is the only living person left.

His cell was at the top of the dark, eerie fortress, in a tower. Outside is an unchanging landscape.

To be honest, he's a little tired.

Especially there is a little **** outside, no matter what kind of information to hook him.

I don't know how long it took, Grindelwald came back to his senses. He spread his palms and stared at the dozens of thin strands of magic power in his palms. They were like swimming fish, swimming in a palm-sized place.

It was not his own magic power, but the magic power he had just collected that belonged to the house elves.

…

The cemetery in the village of Little Hangleton is deserted, and the traces of the battle are still there. The Ministry of Magic sent people to repair it afterwards, but it could not be completely restored to its original state. This incident became another strange story among the villagers.

"It may be a beast——"

"Nonsense! I guess it has something to do with the death of the Riddle family. It took them more than ten years to become ghosts and successfully avenge their enemies." Dot said in the Hanged Ghost Tavern, with one leg crossed and his head tilted. On the one hand—just like every time he was drunk, he exhaled the smell of alcohol from his mouth.

"You mean the dead gardener, Frank Bryce?" someone whispered.

"Not him, who else? Thanks to the police station's riches and riches, he was acquitted and lived for so many years. Think about it, the three members of the Riddle family died so strangely back then? Let me tell you, It's retribution."

"What kind of ghost is there?" The waiter at the bar retorted, seeing him displeased, "pay for your drink!"

Dot hehe twice, "Don't interrupt!" He turned his head to the other side, pretending to be mysterious and said: "I really have evidence, I went to the cemetery behind the church to see the tomb of Riddle's son— —Been pried open.”

"Really or not?"

Someone booed: "Isn't it you who made it up? Why don't you go and see it now?"

"You can't see it anymore," Dort said regretfully, "It has been repaired there."

As they were talking, someone had already taken advantage of the night to come to the cemetery behind the church.

Bellatrix Lestrange showed a frantic expression on her face, and drank the bowl of potion in her hand.

"Master——"

"Sleep, my dear Bella." Voldemort said, "I will wake you up before the final battle."

Bellatrix fell into a deep sleep, and the madness on her face became calm. She lay quietly in the coffin, with her hands clasped on her lower abdomen, tightly clutching a golden cup. Voldemort waved his wand, the lid of the coffin was closed, and the dense alchemical symbols were lit up one by one.

With a wave of his wand, Voldemort lowered the coffin into the pit, covering it with a thick layer of dirt.

He will stay here until the day of the duel. He was waiting, and if no one disturbed him during this time, he could take a chance, temporarily separate from his Horcrux, and fight Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was getting weak, he could see it.

This good news completely overwhelmed the shame Malfoy had brought to him as a traitor.

He knew how powerful his curse was, "use the aftereffects of getting rid of the curse as an excuse." Voldemort sneered twice, very satisfied with the results of Severus' work.

He deliberately picked the duel date during the .ls exam, when all the professors would be in the school, let alone Severus, if Hep disappeared, he would be able to get news immediately.

But is it safe to be alone with Severus...

Thoughts were racing through Voldemort's mind. From every angle, he is a loyal Death Eater who executes his orders perfectly. But Voldemort never trusted anyone, just like he never told any Death Eaters the secret of the Horcruxes.

Maybe he should have prepared more... How about having those examiners from the Wizarding Examinations Bureau act as eyes and ears? Use the Imperius Curse? No, he had to find a more ingenious way, with Thieves Falls on his side, and he didn't need any help, as long as he could make sure that Felix Hemp was at the school all the time.

And the Ministry of Magic Aurors...

Voldemort began to ponder the tricks of various evil spirits.

…

After school starts, especially after the first week of career counseling, there is only one thing left for fifth graders.

That is preparing for the exam.

Felix could almost see with the naked eye that the students became more conscious and worked harder. The reason is not difficult to understand. After employment consultation, each student has one or two goals under the advice of their dean.

What's more, the professors of almost every subject are explicitly and secretly explaining how important their subjects are.

I don't know when, the simplified process of potion preparation began to spread in the school. At first, the little wizards didn't believe it. According to the practice of previous years, things like amulets, Buffy brain-boosting potions, and dragon claw powder should be popular at this time.

But the facts speak louder than words, and a series of amazing coincidences appeared.

Neville Longbottom, whose grades in Potions class were hovering in the middle and lower reaches, has suddenly emerged, and even Harry and Ron, who have average grades, also performed well. This abnormal behavior naturally attracted the attention of students and a certain professor. In a Potions class, he stared behind several people like a ghost.

Harry's brow was sweating, he hadn't done anything for ten minutes, and the daisy root was about to be chopped by him.

When Snape disappeared, he immediately opened the potions textbook, and there was a piece of parchment inside, with the title 'Vitality Tonic'. The handwriting on it was densely packed ~IndoMTL.com~ but Harry knew that this potion could actually be divided into seven major steps and three stages.

He quickly read the content on the fifth step, and there was something similar to an outline: 'Enhance the effect of Salamander blood. He continued to look down, the original textbook was very cumbersome, and it took five steps, but the new improved method is very short: "Filter out the residue, stir counterclockwise twice, then clockwise twice, slowly inject magic power . ’

Harry grinned, this is almost equivalent to the combination of Professor Hype and the 'Half-Blood Prince'.

He chanted a spell lightly, and a piece of parchment on the table quickly deformed and turned into a strainer. He fished it twice, then stirred it clockwise and counterclockwise twice, and injected magic power. The color has changed to light blue.

Harry looked around, not many people had progressed as far as he did.

He bowed his head excitedly and continued to read the following content, at this time——

"Potter," said Snape's cold voice, and Harry nearly jumped out of his seat in fright.

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