A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 609: Bonfire dinner

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A few big things happened around the last week of July.

The first thing is that the Ministry of Magic officially announced the end of the state of war. So far, the stone hanging in the air finally fell to the ground. Even the wizarding people who had been secretly celebrating for a while couldn't contain their excitement and joy. They once again took to the streets to cheer for peace, because this meant that the Ministry of Magic had given an official conclusion and also marked the end of the war.

Alongside the announcement was the investigation and forensics of wizarding criminals who committed crimes during the war.

Some pure-blood families breathed a sigh of relief.

The second thing surprised everyone who heard it for the first time, and had a wider influence-Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, voluntarily resigned from the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards on the grounds that he was too old. the duties of the Chairman.

"It's no wonder," said Hagrid in a low voice, he sat on the sofa in the living room of Black's old house, and he occupied two seats by himself. The loss is pure nonsense! The time the mysterious man has been raging outside is not even two months."

"What are they all asking for?" Bill asked.

"A lot," Mr. Weasley wiped his glasses, and said, "You also know that the mysterious man first snatched the snakewood wand from Ilvermorny School, and killed their principal at the school gate; be quiet for a while After a period of time, he disappeared again and robbed treasures from various countries—"

"Gringotts alone has lost a lot," Bill interjected.

"—That's right," said Mr. Weasley, "it can be seen that the mysterious man is extremely interested in those rumored magical items with extraordinary power, such as the invisibility cloak that has been around for thousands of years, the African immortal mask, and the Egyptian **** of death. The coffin of the Nordic fairy spring..."

"Is there really these things?" Harry, who had been listening silently, asked aloud, "I thought it was all fake, like, like—" He and Ron looked at each other, and Ron murmured Say: "It's like a fairy tale."

"Pretty much," said Mr. Weasley, frowning. "I doubt there's a single thing in there to match the big name. It's all - blown out. But the problem is, these things are missing now." I can't find it..."

"Missing?" Mundungus repeated in a low voice, with greedy and cunning eyes shining, "Could it be hidden by a mysterious person? In a corner of England, there is a huge treasure? "

"It may have been destroyed, or lost." Bill said, "Remember that time in Switzerland? In a black market, the goblin leader there claimed to have vampire fangs that can put people in a state of suspended animation. , passed on miraculously...it turned out to be the tooth of a werewolf, and the mysterious man who ran for nothing went on a killing spree, and only a few survived in the end..."

Mundungus made a sound that was a mix of mockery and sympathy.

"Obviously, the mysterious man wanted the real thing, and the old goblin hit the iron plate."

"But Voldemort also took a lot of treasures, didn't he?" Harry asked, "Maybe it means that those things are real, or at least they have effects."

Bill shrugged.

"I guess it's more likely that the mysterious person can't judge the authenticity for a while, and needs to go back and study it carefully. Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Ah," said Ron.

"That's right, those third-rate tabloids, headed by Rita Skeeter, have made up their noses and eyes, and exaggerated the infidelity between the Dark Lord and his most loyal believer...Nonsense, they should really look at that What kind of ghost did the woman turn into in the end..."

"I heard..." Mundungus said in a low voice, "It was Haikeke who first discovered her—Mr. Haipu found her on the edge of the battlefield where Dumbledore and the mysterious man fought, hundreds of hundreds of miles deep underground. Feet..."

"Don't come up with bad ideas," Mr. Weasley warned him kindly.

"I know—how dare I," Mundungus murmured, "Mr. Haipu is a great alchemist himself, and he also inherited Nick Flamel's property, so how could he take a fancy to those rags... "Although he said that, he knew that Haipu was very interested in old objects, and he planned to ask after a while. If Mr. Haipu had the intention of 'selling the stolen goods', he would not mind going back to his old business and doing it for others. Do the dirty work and earn the difference.

Isn't he the kind of person that big shots need...

"In addition to recovering the stolen goods, I heard that there are some small countries who have found out from somewhere that the mysterious person is not dead, and asked to join the trial. In short, the scene was messy. Oh, by the way, didn't they set up an international Auror team at that time Did you die a lot? These are all problems."

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, more and more people came.

Some stayed to chat, some greeted and went to the Burrow through the fireplace.

As the war came to an end, the Order of the Phoenix also fulfilled its mission. At the beginning, they voluntarily ran for the noble mission, and now it has come to a time of silence again, just like the end of the first war.

Before parting, they planned to hold a bonfire party.

"Are we going to dance with torches in the living room?" Tonks asked cheerfully, "I don't mind—"

"I don't mind either," Sirius said, "but this is a place for chatting, and the formal banquet is at the Burrow. The opportunity to come out to breathe."

"Mom must have made everyone go round and round." Ron sighed understandingly.

"Don't say that," Mr. Weasley said, with a hint of reproach, "your mother is overjoyed, she keeps saying it's God's blessing, so no one in the family was hurt—"

"Then what am I?" said Ron indignantly, "I still have the Cruciatus scar on my chest."

"No, you didn't," Harry said subconsciously.

The people in the room laughed happily. Harry recalled it and apologized to Ron repeatedly. He had just sorted out some things in his mind, and his mind was out of order.

Tonks also smiled, and said to Lupine who was holding his arm, "I'll go over there and see if I can help... my dear."

Lupine smiled and nodded, and his face became sad after watching her disappear into the fireplace. Sirius came and put his shoulders on him, and said loudly: "Don't think too much! Today is a happy day , Harry and I plan to go on a trip in August, do you want to go out and relax together? He also wrote a book..."

"You wrote a book?" Hagrid growled.

"You wrote a book?" Ron's eyes widened.

Harry glared at Sirius, who promised not to say anything! But Sirius had already taken his good buddy upstairs, and said that he wanted to have a good drink. Harry nodded hesitantly amidst the interested scrutiny.

"About what?" Bill asked with interest.

"The Patronus." Harry said sullenly, not only the Patronus, but also his thinking on other aspects, such as the Disarming Charm, Illumination, Rune Magic, Quidditch flying, and his understanding of combat , and even the knowledge he received from Voldemort's mind, this was the idea he had a few days before the holiday, if death was waiting for him in the not-too-distant future, he should at least do something, leave something behind .

It's just that he is most sure about the Patronus Charm, and he is more confident when he speaks out.

Harry secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't hear the sneer.

At this time, Mr. Weasley said with a smile: "I heard that the examiners of the Examination Authority this year had a difficult time. Except for Harry's subversive understanding of the Patronus magic, no one dared to test it. In addition to the conclusion, there are still many students who have written the unpublished knowledge of magic words and spells, which made many examiners scratch their heads."

"Is that so?" Harry asked, desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere, away from circling the dangerous waters, though he saw the look in Ron's eyes and knew he'd ask sooner or later—because Ron Eun is the one who knows him best, even better than Sirius.

"It's not difficult to understand if you think about it carefully. The ancient magic literature is changing with each passing day, and many research results are completed by students. I heard that less than half of the people invited to the ancient magic literature yearbook in mid-August Ten years old."

Harry and Ron clicked their tongues.

"Are you invited?"

"Got it." The two said honestly.

"That's it."

Mr. Weasley and Bill sat for a while and left, and then Sirius pulled the ruddy Remus to leave. Harry and Ron stayed here, watching the time go by. Finally, the old house There was a commotion in the hall, and then they heard Hermione's voice.

She rushed in like a gust of wind.

"Harry! Ron! Oh, how was your vacation?" Hermione beamed with joy, and said like a cannonball: "I just returned to China two days ago, and now I'm doing an internship at Sword Castle. I almost forgot the time. The things inside are so fascinating, I didn't expect that what I discovered would be of great use... Oh, by the way, how are your grades—"

Harry and Ron smiled at each other.

"I knew you would ask this question."

"Exchange."

Harry took out a crumpled envelope from his pocket and unfolded it, while Hermione and Ron leaned over to look at it.

Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam Results

Passing results: excellent (O); good (E); pass (A);

Unqualified results: poor (P); very poor (D); very poor (T);

The results of Harry James Potter are as follows:

Astronomy: A

Protect magical creatures: E

Charms: O

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

Divination: P

Herbalism: E

A History of Magic: D

Potions: O

Transfiguration: O

Ancient Runes: O

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"Tsk, even though I've seen it, I still find it unbelievable. Those are five excellent ones." Ron said shaking his head.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Ancient Runes..." Hermione thought for a while and said, "I can definitely get an Auror certificate."

"In a word, Harry performed super-level in all the subjects that have nothing to do with practice. I did the same." Ron frowned, "This will make us appear to have developed limbs... I really want to break this rule."

Harry smiled, he was very satisfied with his results.

"Ron, what about you?" Hermione asked.

"I'm about the same as Harry, except for my grades in Potions. I got a good." Ron shrugged, "Maybe I won't be able to get into Snape's improvement class, and that's just fine."

"Oh, uh," Hermione said cautiously, "you can take the exam again this year...don't give up, even for the Auror dream."

But instead of showing any disappointment on Ron's face, on the contrary, he was smiling.

"Did you forget?" he said cheerfully, "Harry and I are full members of the Anti-Dark Arts League, they won't refuse to write a letter or two of introduction... I got the best result, No need to take Snape's class, it has no effect!"

Hermione pursed her lips, but she didn't raise any objections. They discussed this issue a long time ago, and neither of them convinced the other in the end.

"What about you, Hermione?"

"Oh, not bad," Hermione whispered.

"Come on! Just tell us which exam you didn't get an A at." Ron said, and Hermione opened her mouth. "All excellent!?" Ron roared, "Are you still not satisfied?" Hermione shook her head hastily, her eyes bent into crescent moons.

They tidied up, locked the door, and entered the Burrow through the fireplace. As soon as he came out, he was pulled away by Sirius and the Weasley twins, "Come and help, we are too busy to arrange spells around the venue. If we can't finish it, there will be no food."

"Defense spell?" Harry asked puzzled, is this necessary?

"Muggle Repelling Curse," Fred said with a smile, "We're going to make a big fuss tonight, in order to prevent anyone in the village from looking for it..."

They came to the orchard, Charlie, Bill, and Lupine were setting up the tent, and Fleur leaned crookedly beside Bill, "Honey, how about we do the same at our wedding? But we have to add a small fountain, and Ice crystal statue..."

Ginni pulled a long face, and when she saw Harry and the others approaching, she was relieved, and ran over to pretend to chant the spell.

Everyone separated, Fred and George seemed to have found a goblin hole, they squatted on the ground, holding their throats to greet: "Is anyone home? I lost some fruit..."

Harry and Sirius got together, and Harry asked in a low voice, "What did you talk to Remus about?"

"My lord's trouble." Sirius waved his wand lazily.

"Let's hear it," said Harry.

"Ah, you know Kreacher, right?"

Harry nodded.

"Thanks to Mr. Hap's genius brain, we found the exact location of Bellatrix through Kreacher, but this is not over yet. With the death of my cousin, Kreacher lost her again. Master..."

"Well, so he's free?" Harry speculated.

"You have reached the essence directly, but the process is not so easy," Sirius said: "According to the tradition of the Black family, Kreacher automatically belongs to the next member with the right to inherit, that is, Narcissa Black."

Harry's eyes widened, and he couldn't help shouting: "How can that be? Look at how they treat Dobby!"

"Yeah, so Felix came to the door, and the family gave up their inheritance rights very reasonably, so... well, Kreacher fell on Narcissa's sister, who is Tonks' mother."

"Felix didn't expect that either, but fortunately they are all acquaintances. Remus came to explain the situation——"

"Something went wrong? They won't let you go?"

"That's not true. Their family is quite friendly, and they even left Remus to eat." Sirius said slightly bitterly: "But Tonks was there that day, and they noticed their daughter's strange attitude. After questioning, I couldn't hide my daughter's emotional problems, and they had a 'little' quarrel." His thumb and index finger were almost close together, leaving only a gap.

Harry took a deep breath, avoiding Ginny's gaze in this direction, and gestured with his mouth.

"Werewolves?"

"Yeah," Sirius said in a low voice, "Actually, judging from Tonks' state, she has the confidence to convince her parents. The problem is Remus. He's under a lot of pressure. You may not know it, the werewolf There is a chance that his offspring will be inherited, it's just a chance, but Remus...he can't bear the price."

For the rest of the time, Harry was absent-minded the whole time, looking at Remus from time to time. He smiled gently, and together with the others, they set up a huge tent and used Transfiguration to conjure tables, chairs and benches. Even if Voldemort is down, everyone has their own troubles.

Just like Harry himself, he deliberately avoided Ginny, not knowing how to respond to this feeling.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the dinner officially began.

Hundreds of wizards were sitting under the huge tent with wooden stakes, and people kept apparating over, and Harry finally saw the Aunt Muriel that Ron was talking about, she had a hooked nose, With red eye circles, a pink feather hat, and a grumpy look.

As soon as she came, she found fault with the tables, chairs and the decorations on them, "Look at this tablecloth, it hasn't been washed for many years, it stinks..."

"Actually Fred made it out of a skunk, and we don't have enough at home," Ron whispered to Harry, who jumped aside quickly, making up his mind not to take it from that table. any food.

Aunt Muriel noticed them.

"Harry Potter? Yes, I see the scars, lucky boy, can your scars glow?" Harry frowned, dissatisfied with this statement. But the old witch turned her attention to Ron, "But not as lucky as him, let me tell you this, when I found out that I heard the name of the Weasley family's youngest son from those old sisters, I knew How much water is rumored... the Dark Lord can't beat two little beans?"

She was nagging, and when she pretended to be mysterious and asked Ron how much the Medal of Merlin cost to buy, both of them were a little out of control, and Hermione kept interrupting, and as a result Muriel said she had "too protruding teeth and too messy hair."

"Let me see your ankle, little girl." Hermione walked aside angrily, when the rescuers finally arrived.

"Aunt Muriel? We're looking for you everywhere!"

Fred and George fell from the sky and almost took her away between them.

"What a touching brotherhood." Ron said with emotion.

They found a seat (well away from Muriel and the table covered with a skunk tablecloth) and as trays of food fell from the sky, beautiful music blared, and the dinner began.

People were obviously not paying attention to eating. There was a buzz of talking and laughing from all directions. Harry turned his head and looked around. Most of them are young people, so their jokes are very marketable.

"Let me just say this, if Uncle Billyers was still around, he'd pour himself a whole bottle of Firewhiskey in one gulp, then run out onto the dance floor, lift up his robes, and pull out bouquet after bouquet Flowers, from his—well, you know—"

Harry also found that Aunt Muriel was placed at the Weasley family's distant relative's table, and she spoke loudly about the similarities between 'goblins and the Weasleys', but no one Happy to cheer, their faces seem to freeze. From his angle, Mafalda could see his chin resting on one hand, his head tilted halfway, and the other hand was hidden under the table, throwing out a cloud of dazzling sparks with his wand.

Harry also saw a few classmates.

Neville was caught by a fierce old wizard on the way to them. He waved his hand in Harry's direction desperately and followed his uncle. Ron shrank his neck, He muttered: "The elders all over the world are the same, just watch, we may see Neville spitting fire rings in a while!"

Across the table from them, Tonks, Lupine, Hagrid, and Sirius sat together. Apparently, quite a few people were skeptical about getting up close and personal with Hagrid, perhaps because his hands could pluck their heads off like grapes.

"A new professor at school?" Lupine asked.

"Yes, Bagshot," Hagrid replied, brandishing a pair of lobster claws.

Harry asked with concern: "How is he now, I mean, is he in good health?"

"I'm not sure—" Hagrid frowned, "It feels okay, but he doesn't come out very often. I met him a few times in the auditorium—but occasionally I saw him basking in the sun on the balcony on the second floor .”

Harry was a little relieved that Professor Happer was speaking vaguely to him, as if deliberately watching him have fun, although he didn't know what the fun was.

"The new professor has been found?" Ron asked with some disappointment, "I thought I couldn't recruit anyone, Sirius can go back!" His voice was a bit loud, and Sirius turned his head and smiled when he heard it : "Teaching you for a year has exhausted me, and I haven't rested enough yet."

"Sirius?" Hermione couldn't help asking, "What does Animagus feel like?"

"That's right," Ron's eyes lit up, "You promised, as long as you get excellent, you will tell us how to practice Animagus!"

"Oh, can't wait?" Sirius said slowly, taking a look at them, "You are barely qualified, but don't worry, I will ask Felix for detailed knowledge, and I will not interfere. But I can tell you about the precautions..."

In Harry's view, Sirius is more about showing off than imparting experience.

"...From the full moon, you have to stuff a mandrake leaf into your mouth until the next full moon, and you can't spit it out in the middle. Think about it, you may fail to talk in your sleep, This is just the first step. But James and I found a way, using the Stunning Charm and the Petrification Curse... But it can only be used at night. For a while, James especially liked to tell jokes... "

Hermione listened carefully, reaching for the beaded pouch several times, as if to take notes, but she held back.

"Sounds like trouble." Ron said, frowning, obviously wanting to back off.

Harry also felt that it was not worth it. After all, Animagus can only transform into ordinary animals. He suddenly thought of Professor Haipu. The professor can become a swift, but the professor once denied that he had learned from Animagus... ...

He thought, it would be very convenient if he could turn into a bird, but what kind of animal does the Animagus transform into is uncontrollable, maybe he tried his best and finally found himself turned into a toad, then Harry definitely Will be bored to death.

Immediately, his mood sank, with the mountain of Horcruxes pressing him down, it seemed that he didn't need to spend time learning new knowledge.

At this time, Sirius leaned his head closer, approached the three of them and said in a low voice: "Believe me, it's definitely worth the money. Once you learn the Animagus, the door to Transfiguration will be completely opened to you... Half of the content of the improvement class of Transfiguration is related to human body deformation, if you know Animagus, you will find that you are like a fish in water."

He blinked, sat up straight and said, "That's how I got my N.E.W.Ts certificate. In fact, I didn't spend much energy on it."

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"There are so many people here." Hermione said, looking around.

Harry shook his head slightly, and said softly, "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​about to be disbanded."

"Disbanded?" Hermione was taken aback at first, she just learned the news, and then slowly turned around, "Indeed... Voldemort has fallen, but where are they going?" Hermione looked at Busy people who come and go, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Heska Jones...

"There's always somewhere to go. As far as I know - Remus back to Swords Castle, Tonks and Kingsley back to the Ministry of Magic, I heard that Ms Burns invited Neville's parents to be Aurors, but they I refused, and I plan to open a small shop... Alastor, who was originally retired, became an Auror instructor, but he no longer sends out missions; in short, each has its own way of life."

"That's right," Lupine agreed, "the downfall of Voldemort will only make our lives better."

In the middle of the banquet, Ms. Burns appeared in a hurry. She smiled decently at everyone she met, but in a blink of an eye, she found a chance to drag Hermione away.

By the time Harry and Ron saw Hermione again, they were almost done eating.

"You guys have been chatting for a long time. Could it be that the Ministry of Magic can't wait to recruit you?" Ron said teasingly, still laughing at Hermione's awkward way when she said her grades.

"Hmph," said Hermione, "it has nothing to do with my grades. But she does want me to enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation—"

"Which department?" Harry asked with interest.

"Assistant Minister, I guess, would be the best position," said Ron, looking at Hermione uncertainly.

Hermione shook her head, "It's the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts."

"That's one of the worst choices, Hermione." Ron said in surprise: "The people in it are either sent there, or they really like those magical animals..." He looked Glancing at Hagrid who was not far away, "Maybe Hagrid will like certain positions from the bottom of his heart, but I bet he will break the ribs of his colleagues within three days—those executioners..."

"Not what you think." Hermione shook her head, "She talked to me about S.P.E.W.—" "What?" Harry and Ron shouted in unison. "—Don't interrupt, there is also the Pan-Magical Alliance, you know, I have written several papers... She hinted that the Ministry of Magic will form a new department around this in the future."

"Oh my God," said Ron softly.

"But why?" Harry asked puzzled.

"It is said that it is related to a report submitted by Professor Haipu," Hermione said softly, "I heard anxiety and caution from her tone."

"Yeah, she's starting to ask students for help," said Ron, "You've got two years left to graduate."

"Ms. Burns said that she would wait until the end of the trial and honors to prepare for this matter, which may take several months." Hermione said full of fighting spirit: "She suggested that I have more time Thinking about that, and keeping her in correspondence...well, I guess whatever the professor's report was about, it must mean a lot.”

Clusters of bonfires were lit and set up around the tent. The sky is clear and full of stars.

Someone was dancing around the bonfire, and Harry leaned forward and swayed his body, until he heard Aunt Muriel say that he danced "like a bear who stole corn", and he resentfully went to the other side of the tent to watch Neville's performance Bright Fire Curse.

The bright, glowing white flame drew applause, and Harry joined the crowd in applauding.

Luna and her father danced happily in the distance. They were dressed in goose yellow clothes, like two fluttering butterflies, especially conspicuous by the campfire. Cedric sat with his parents and watched with a smile.

Ron was chatting with Collins who came with Ms. Burns.

"I'm going to be an official Auror soon," she said, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, congratulations," said Ron dryly.

Harry was acutely aware that several people were absent, and he shared this thought with Hermione, who was alone.

"The Malfoy family, Professor Snape, Professor Haipe, Headmaster Dumbledore... They didn't come. I can understand the first two, but why didn't Professor Haipe and Headmaster Dumbledore show up? It really shouldn't be..."

Hermione couldn't give a reason either.

"Maybe something is wrong?" She said softly, "I haven't seen the professor in Sword Castle these days, but I think the opportunity will come soon."

"What's going on?" Harry asked puzzled.

"The Ancient Runes Almanac and the Future World company have a major event recently. The professor will definitely be there." Hermione said confidently.

Harry thought of Voldemort, maybe he had most of their attention?

A picture appeared in his mind: two people are now blowing cold wind in a cave, or some eerie prison cell, chatting with Voldemort who was tied up... Thinking about it~IndoMTL.com~ The resentment buried deep in his heart was not so great anymore.

His fate has nothing to do with these people. If he had to hate, he could only hate Voldemort.

But there is a slight deviation between the truth and his thoughts.

Felix is ​​sitting at the school table carelessly, arguing with Grindelwald, and this kind of life has been going on for some time, especially after he conveyed Harry's greetings to the old man, Grindelwald dislikes everything.

Professor McGonagall has a deep understanding of the unruly personality of his new colleagues, and he is no stranger to it. For example, today, they talked about the Hogwarts school system.

"It's too backward and too closed," Grindelwald said with half-closed eyes: "As early as half a century ago, someone spent nearly ten years perfecting a "Wizard Code", which faced The rights and obligations of wizards have been specified in detail, and the foundation of the foundation is school education..."

"Professor Bagshot," said Professor McGonagall dissatisfied. As the honor of Hogwarts was at stake, she couldn't shut herself up, but said fiercely: "Maybe I'm ignorant—but I've never heard of this law."

"Because it has never been circulated in the UK, and it has suffered a devastating blow abroad." Grindelwald raised his voice slightly, and said unhurriedly: "And another reason is that the code still has Another name, a name that is not allowed to exist, a name that has been erased by history, "Grindelwald's Code."

"Hiss!" Professor McGonagall inhaled heavily, dropped the fork on the plate, her eyes widened, "Mr. Bagshot, we never mention this man!"

"Never mention it." Grindelwald repeated in a low voice, slowly raising the goblet, "Can you see the whole world with your eyes closed, ma'am?"