A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 667: Decision

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students filed out, with longing expressions on their faces.

"I've decided!" Ron announced loudly as he walked towards the Potions classroom, "I'm going to make a whole set of wizard chess pieces." The faces of the surrounding people were full of astonishment.

But Harry and Hermione showed little interest in the words. "Have you finished your Transfiguration paper? Lend me to have a look."

said Harry.

Ron's aura immediately retracted.

"Not yet," the expression on his face collapsed, "I just wrote the beginning—I can't understand half of the content now."

"Professor McGonagall will explain this knowledge over and over again. In fact, there are many things I don't understand." Hermione said some words of encouragement: "It will be better when you master Animagus and then combine it with the textbook to understand the situation." A lot, isn't it, Harry?"

Harry muttered something vaguely. After learning the transformation of Animagus, he did feel some differences, but this difference did not include the advanced theory of transformation that Professor McGonagall said, and he was still as ignorant in class as before.

He knew Hermione's method, but when he thought of the tome she was constantly rotating at hand these days, he was hesitant.

Ron, on the other hand, looked very depressed. He hadn't been able to feel the throbbing of the Animagus these days, and he was trying to inquire about that feeling with Harry and Neville recently.

"Is your heart beating fast and your head sweating suddenly?"

"Are you sure it's not a psychological effect?" Harry asked back, so Ron fell silent.

In Potions class, Slughorn stared blankly at Harry's cauldron.

In the cauldron was a mass of grey-green soft and sticky stuff, which looked like boiled and solidified slugs mixed with vegetable juice jelly, and you could feel a little chill when you got close to it. This is Harry today. His works are simply appalling.

Hermione opened her eyes happily, as if she was about to let go of her throat and sing in the next second.

"Oh, boy, that's not okay," said Slughorn, fiddling with the buttons on his vest absently. , but walked in front of Ron, only stayed for two seconds before being forced back by the pungent smoke.

"There's no hint in that book, is there?" Hermione said with sparkling eyes when Slughorn walked away to check on the other students, "Even Professor Snape and Professor Hemp combined, There is no way to teach you to solve a complex compound toxin in a few lines.

"I can carry a piece of bezoar with me." Harry whispered through gritted teeth.

Hermione froze for a moment, but Ron said excitedly: "It's okay? Why not, we have time-"

"No! Professor Slughorn knows about Harry's precious book, not only does he know it, but he even read it." Hermione said hastily. She said solemnly: "I think the first person to do this will be considered a genius, and the second is a poor imitator."

"That's a good summary, thanks, Hermione." Harry said angrily. When Slughorn returned to the podium, the students below were dejected. None of them could deploy in the allotted time. This is not a small blow to them.

However, Slughorn did not show any disappointment at all. He stretched out his tight stomach and said with a smile: "Did you find that some tricky methods don't work?"

Some students looked at Slughorn, and then all at Harry.

Because of the special experience of the O.W.Ls exam last year, many people know that a few Gryffindor students got the textbooks he used in school from Professor Haipu, and later some of the simplified steps for O.W.Ls potions were eliminated. After sorting it out, all the students of the four colleges benefited.

At the beginning of this year's Potions class, they tried to do the same thing, and although they got the notes (Harry removed some of the dangerous jinxes and Professor Happer's scary speech), they were surprised to find that this approach did not work.

Slughorn smiled and said walrus beard tremblingly:

"Yes, Miss Granger is the closest to success in today's quiz. If she is given another half an hour, I believe she can complete the preparation of the antidote independently. But she is still far away from being a true potion expert. There is a long distance."

Hermione was not convinced, she pouted.

"I could name some particularly brilliant potionists, such as Damocles Belby, Severus Snape, and of course, Lily Evans—" Slugher En glanced at Harry with a smile, "Perhaps you will think that my judging criteria are grades, but that's not the case... What a potionist needs is independent thinking, courage, love, rigor, innovation, and a strong understanding of potions. extraordinary insight.

"For truly gifted people, these traits will be revealed early, and their thoughts are like sap weeds under the full moon, which are so different."

"It's hard for outsiders to understand. The same students who got excellent in the O.W.Ls Potions exam, I prefer one of them... This is because I saw the talent of that student. The fact is often the same. There is a huge gap between grades. I rarely get lost."

"The improvement class is not like the previous grades. You will be exposed to more magical potions and more esoteric theories. If you don't have a love for potions, it will be difficult to go far enough. Of course, some barely passable potions will be prepared Potions are still available."

"It's very similar to what Professor Haip said." Harry whispered.

"Harry, do you have any questions?" Slughorn didn't hear his mumbling, and asked with concern.

Harry was stunned and stood up slowly. Others looked at him one after another.

"Well, I wonder, is Professor Hemp gifted? I mean, those notes of his are very useful to me—" Harry faltered.

This time Slughorn did not give an answer immediately as usual, he frowned and thought for a long time.

"I didn't teach him, but... from the notes, it's clear that he has his own ideas about potions." Slughorn was obviously reluctant to say more, but the students all stared at him. The topic was very interesting, and Slughorn waved his hands in the air for a while as if there was no place to put them, "Okay." He cleared his throat,

Muttered softly.

"I don't think he'll be a Potions Master—Professor Heppe is capable of concocting some advanced magic potions, yes, I have no doubts...his notes are very logical, and with his Magic attainments, will not mess up those fine operations."

"But I didn't see too many groundbreaking insights, maybe because the heart is not on it, his achievements in the field of ancient runes are enough to explain everything. This is normal, talented wizards always have more personality , they will be drawn to different aspects of magic.”

Harry suddenly thought of something else. Professor Slughorn probably thought of Voldemort in the same way.

Voldemort also excelled in school, and Dumbledore said he got A's in all subjects, but he may, like Professor Hemp, be more of an imitator than a trailblazer in the field of potions.

As Slughorn said, "talented wizards are attracted to different aspects of magic." Apparently, Professor Haip finally chose the ancient runes, while Voldemort did not hesitate to plunge into the abyss of the dark arts .

He also thought of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the former best friends, who also took diametrically opposite paths.

Harry suddenly understood the "choice" that Dumbledore had always emphasized. He had seen too many excellent wizards in the Pensieve in the past few months. Weird and clumsy, like Mr. Newt Scamander...

In the evening, Felix suddenly appeared in the office.

He just came back from the outside. To be precise, it was at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. Except for the low temperature, there was no other influence. He originally wanted to walk through the thick clouds to a higher place, but after thinking about it, he still felt that there was no need to be in a hurry.

Take it as a meal and go out for a walk.

When he came back, Varun, who was sitting on the couch making juice, pointed to the window, where a silver phoenix patron saint was quietly staying there.

"Felix, I wish you would come over," said Dumbledore's voice.

So Felix turned and walked out of the house, "I'll take you out for a walk another day." Varen waved at him.

The spacious room in the principal's office is brightly lit, and there is a deep night outside the window. Dumbledore sat behind the long-legged table, put down the newspaper when he saw Felix, and walked around the table to stand in front of him.

"I want to show you something," he said bluntly.

"Do you want to use the Pensieve?" Felix asked, and Dumbledore looked at him with some astonishment, "What? Oh

—" Dumbledore noticed that Felix's eyes fell on a transparent glass bottle on the table, which contained strands of silver filament

"No, not that," he said curtly.

Puffs of smoke emerged from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and quickly condensed into a picture in mid-air. Felix took a warning look, his eyes became cautious, and he strode forward to stare at the picture The parade crowd and buildings.

"Parliament building?" Felix turned his head.

Dumbledore nodded, and then signaled him to look in one direction with his fingers. Felix focused on the screen again. He ignored the colorful and extreme slogans held by the demonstrators, and his eyes kept searching. , Dumbledore made him see more than that, then...

In the open space in front of the building, Rita Skeeter, obviously well-dressed, holds a microphone in her hand, occupying an important position

"Rita Skeeter?" Felix laughed dumbfoundedly: "This surprised me. And her status doesn't seem to be low."

"This is the crux of the problem." Dumbledore said: "This picture was shown by Grindelwald when he applied for the job. I know that he has the ability to predict. Of course, he can only see some fragments of the future."

"I guess he doesn't know Rita Skeeter," Felix said with a smile.

"Skeeter's sharp writing is far more recognizable than her own appearance," Dumbledore agreed:

"And they probably staggered. Skeeter has almost disappeared in the wizarding world this school year. It took me a while to find her in the Muggle newspaper."

Blinking, Felix himself recommended this woman to Amelia Bones.

"Since then, I've been following her closely. I don't think that newspaper is a good place to work. The working environment is far more complicated than the Daily Prophet, but she has undoubtedly adapted well. With a series of Reporting on the anti-gun movement, she has already gained fame and is expected to win a news award that is said to be very important."

"This is definitely a surprise for her." Felix was quite emotional.

"My question now," Dumbledore looked at him with interest, "is she going to live as a double reporter forever? I know some wizards who have separate identities in Muggle society - not just It's a name, but a more specific occupation—but these people basically tend to one side, and it's rare to be active on both sides like her."

Felix hesitated for a moment.

"Amelia gave her a mission for only one year, but from what I know about Rita Skeeter, she can't let go of the reputation she has worked so hard to build on the other side, so she may take the initiative to maintain it after the mission is over. A life, as for how long...no one can predict."

"Yeah, no one could have predicted that."

said Dumbledore softly, lost in thought. After a while, he came back to his senses and said: "Felix,

There is another more important thing. "

Now it was Felix's turn to be curious.

"About Grindelwald?" he asked tentatively.

Grindelwald just delivered a nearly surrender speech during the day, did Dumbledore change his mind so quickly? Felix thought about the impact of this move in his heart, not just the issue of having one more Dark Lord colleague ~IndoMTL.com~ but a series of changes brought about by it.

The attitude of the Ministry of Magic, the commitment of the International Federation of Wizards...

Of course, none of this matters to Felix. It is worth noting that if Grindelwald is allowed to stay at Hogwarts for a long time, the risk of his identity being exposed will be greatly increased.

The words of DeWitt, who once pretended to be a loyal and fanatical saint, but is actually a careerist, are not unreasonable:

In the end, leaking news is almost inevitable. At that time, the eyes of the whole world will be focused on Hogwarts. Even with Dumbledore's current status, it will be difficult to resist.

"I communicated with my successor, Mr. Babajid Akinbad, the new chairman of the International Federation of Wizards," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "When the exams are over this year, they will send people to Send Gellert back to Fort Nurmengard."

Felix looked at him in surprise.

"When did this happen?"

"Just last night."

Felix looked at the old man in front of him strangely. This approach was much more decisive than he imagined. Dumbledore just decided to throw old man Grindelwald back to prison? Fortunately, after he learned about the existence of the blood alliance from Harry, he thought Dumbledore had softened his heart.

"So...what do I need to do?"

"I'm worried that Gellert will have an accident if he finds out. I hope you will keep an eye on him during this time, and" Dumbledore paused, his silver-white beard trembling slightly, "Do you know how to imprison the magic power on him?" Is it a spell?"

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