A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"It's not mine, it's just borrowed temporarily," Harry said hesitantly. "I paid it back to Headmaster Dumbledore last night."

"Give it back to Dumbledore—" Grindelwald stared at Harry blankly, "You mean, it was originally his?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry said daringly.

"Why did Dumbledore lend it to you?"

"I think it's because, uh, because there's something wrong with my body and this ring will help me. But I don't need it now." Harry mumbled, did Professor Bagshot guess something? It was he who took the initiative to mention it, maybe he recognized the resurrection stone? But how is this possible... Just as Harry was thinking about it, Grindelwald gently raised the topic.

"Yes, you haven't come to class this time." Grindelwald stared at the flames in the fireplace and said after a long time. "It turns out... it turns out to be because of this."

Harry suddenly had an illusion.

Professor Bagshot may have known for a long time that the gemstone set in the ring is the resurrection stone of one of the three Deathly Hallows. Perhaps he was recognized when he left the hospital yesterday and wore it to the auditorium, because Professor Bagshot seems to have More concerned with belonging to the ring than the ring itself.

"You're right, Harry, I probably know what it is." Grindelwald returned to his senses and said in a calm tone, "Decades ago - Grindelwald sent someone to investigate. I'm one of those who knew the whereabouts of that thing. I'm worried that you just got it by accident, or that it was taken advantage of... But since it's Dumbledore..."

He didn't go on, as if he thought the Resurrection Stone was safe in Dumbledore's hands, raising his voice slightly.

"Okay, let's skip this funny episode. Harry, have a cookie—" Harry picked up a cookie. "I heard that your Patronus is unique, not only powerful, but also able to launch physical attacks?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry said slightly cheerily. He tried hard not to think about his magic book, which he had written for the most part and whose progress was currently stagnant.

"Then you must realize: the importance of firm belief to a wizard."

"Y-what?" Harry looked at him puzzled.

"Faith, Harry." Grindelwald repeated slowly, saying: "Wizards will turn from specific magic to thinking about some very broad concepts, but that is only an appearance, they are actually using their own way to interpret the understanding of the nature of magic."

"An interpretation of the nature of magic," Harry said thoughtfully.

"That's right, we are born with magic. So if you want to achieve something, then whatever comes to it - the amount of magic, the control, the way of transformation, the integration of beliefs... these are what you should be Something I've been chasing for a lifetime."

Grindelwald explained softly.

Harry breathed softly, suddenly realized, and he felt that many of the unclear problems of the past had been resolved.

...

"It's love. All the secrets of magic lie there."

In the headmaster's office, Snape closed his eyes, as if bored by the rhetoric. "I'm tired of hearing it, Dumbledore. What I want to know is that after eight months of being left alone, you called me into your office again...for what?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"I heard the complaints, Severus, and you know there's no way I could have given you permission to enter classroom seven."

"Yeah, you're afraid I'll kill him on the spur of the moment," Snape said coldly. "He's still useful—you told me, but I can't see any progress."

"About Harry—"

"He's still a Horcrux. I went to the school hospital to see... when he was in a coma." Snape's voice became excited, "Didn't you say you're working hard, what did you do?"

"Actually," said Dumbledore calmly, "I'm pretty sure. The question is... when, and what preparations are needed." He looked down at his hands.

"Full of confidence?"

"That's right."

Snape, who seemed completely bewildered, gave Dumbledore a cold glance and walked back and forth in front of Dumbledore.

"Prepare? What?" Snape asked after a while. "And," he stared at the white wand in Dumbledore's hand with obvious disgust, "why don't you destroy it?"

"I'm afraid it's still useful, Severus."

Snape's expression changed to visibly wary.

"Who do you want to give it to? It belongs to the Dark Lord, not for anyone!"

"That doesn't bother me, Severus. It's the other wand that's really giving me a headache, and I can't make up my mind...well, maybe it's too early to think about it, I'm barely strong." Lido looked at Snape as he spoke, as if to say: Yes, I measured against you.

Snape's face darkened, and he wanted to scold him now.

"What has Felix been up to lately?" Dumbledore changed the subject.

"Some time ago, I borrowed the research materials of the wolf's poison potion." Snape said. "It seems that he is ready to solve the problem that plagues the entire wizarding world."

"A thirst for research," Dumbledore praised, "what about Warren?"

"That sniff?" Snape rolled his eyes. "The answer is important to you?"

Dumbledore winked at him happily.

"It's nice and well-liked," Snape said dryly. Seeing Dumbledore's satisfied expression, he opened his mouth: "Dumbledore, I don't understand, why would you care—"

"Oh, Severus, it's a difficult feeling to describe, but I suggest you try getting a pet yourself. My suggestion is a parrot, you can teach it to talk."

Snape turned his head blankly, followed Dumbledore's interesting gaze, and looked at Fox, who was "clicking" pecking at the bones of the fish, and he said strangely: "I don't know if I can make a grade. No - but I did try naming them after you when dealing with Billywigs, and I have to say I got an indescribable sense of satisfaction..."

...

new week.

"The twelfth rule, the same ancient magic may be fused under certain conditions. After fusion, the power remains unchanged, and the scope of action increases." Felix smiled and said: "The task of your class is to verify this theory. And record your own experience in practice.”

The students moved and divided into groups of twos and threes.

"What ancient magic?" Ron asked.

"Whatever," Harry said, yawning, "we can only use teaching magic in class anyway."

Teaching magic is another new word invented by Professor Hepp, and many students still remember what the professor explained to them: "Real ancient magic - especially offensive - is too dangerous to be in class unless necessary. Teaching, I will teach you auxiliary and defense...such as lighting and flying magic you learned before. In addition, I also specially developed a series of rune magic for daily teaching and practice. "

"Specifically, it is to subtly transform modern spells and replace them with ancient runes, which will also allow you to understand the second rule more clearly: the principles of all magic - including ancient magic - are generally consistent. "

The two chose a snow-making spell. After a while, a snow cloud condensed on their hands, and they carefully let them approach, "Wait, I saw the rune sequence, I don't think so." Harry said.

"Okay." Ron thought for a while, stared at him and competed with himself. After more than ten seconds, the snow cloud in his hand finally no longer looked like a glowing cotton candy.

The two approached again, and the snow cloud merged without any hindrance. They looked up at a large cloud of snow floating on the ceiling, and a large flake of pure white snow fell.

More people joined in, the snow cloud continued to expand, and the falling snowflakes piled up a thick layer on the ground, but soon they ran into their opponents. On the other side, Seamus and Dean used the Rune to create a water spell to create a six A seven-foot-long water dragon, and around them stood a few students eager to join in.

After class, the students' heads, eyebrows, and clothes were covered with frost, as if they had been frozen outside in the cold winter all day.

Then they shivered and rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Professor Bagshot led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and stopped. "I originally wanted to take you to the depths of the forbidden forest, but the application was rejected." He said regretfully: "Your task is to build a temporary shelter for yourself with all the materials you can find nearby, plus find food. of."

"Professor Bagshot, is this also a technique to hide oneself in Muggle society?"

"It sums up accurately."

"But why don't we go to the Muggle store and get something to eat?" Ron muttered to Harry disapprovingly. Too bad it was so loud that the professor overheard it, "because you jumped up excitedly when you saw Muggle notes and pointed at their music player and said, 'Hey, we have it over there too—Mr. Weasley?'"

Ron stopped talking, and the other dissenting students quickly calmed down.

The above examples are from the content of the previous lessons. Professor Bagshot adopts a similar teaching method to Lockhart's drama performance, except that the students need to be divided into two groups - one side is the vigilant Muggle, and the other is the disguised Muggle. Melon's sorcerer, and then start a conversation.

Of course, the student in charge of playing the Muggle gets some 'hints', a little piece of parchment. In Hermione's words, it was an assessment topic, but Harry thought it was more like a short script, with some very tricky language traps written on it, and many students were caught.

For example, when Seamus was discussing his favorite football player with people, he talked a lot about Quidditch skills, and made the other party speechless with his superb eloquence.

"...Flying fast and well, diving down from fifty feet!"

He had two inches more homework than anyone else that day.

Professor Bagshot asked Seamus to use the extra space to describe how football players fly.

"Do those people know magic?" he asked politely.

Unsurprisingly, camping turned into a mess. Harry and Ron dug a large hole in the ground with a trap, covered it with twigs and blades of grass deliberately, and chatted inside. As a result, Neville, who came out to pick wild fruits, stomped on Harry and Ron, and Harry hit a big bag with his head in excitement.

After Neville left in fear, they learned to behave, cast defensive magic and muffler spells nearby, and planned to sneak in until the end of get out of class. As a result, they were bored after only half an hour, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance. When they came out of it, the two were surprised to find that the other students were obviously interested in eating, and they were busy at the moment.

Draco Malfoy walked around holding a bunch of charred mushrooms with a look of disgust, Daphne Greengrass shrewdly traded a bunch of wildflowers for two mashed potatoes from the others, Jas Ting dug up a nest of beetles, and several Ravenclaw girls picked wild celery and mushrooms, and the harvest was not small. Harry and Ron pass Ernie McMillan when they see him quietly turning a rock on the ground into a rabbit with a Transfiguration Charm.

"Wonderful. I've got a great idea," said Ron admiringly, then sneaking away.

"Ron—"

Harry shouted, but Ron was gone. Worrying about attracting attention, he could only give up, and wandered around the neighborhood twice, but found no sign of the professor, so he found Hermione, who was irritably dealing with her mushroom soup.

Harry glanced quickly at the contents of the jar and lost his appetite.

"What do you think?" she asked expectantly.

"Um—" Harry faltered, "not bad."

Hermione sighed and was about to speak when someone shouted in the distance, "I found a creek, it's nearby, there are fish in it!" Hu la la, most of the students put down their work plans and ran away.

Harry tried not to look at the gray-brown mushroom soup under his eyelids, and gently suggested Hermione to come with him. Hermione glanced sadly at what she had made, and without struggling, agreed.

Harry and Hermione didn't take a few steps when they heard their names being called from behind. It was Ron, hurriedly running over with a huge pumpkin in his hand, panting, "That's too bad, I was caught by Fang when I was walking, and I heard Hagrid and Professor Bagshot talking."

"You didn't see their face, did you?" Harry asked nervously. Ron recalled it carefully for a while, but he couldn't remember it.

At noon, the students devoured their food, and their appetites were much better than usual.

"Hey, Harry!" Luna said cheerfully, just as Harry and Ron were fighting over a portion of mashed potatoes. Her eyes stayed on Harry's hand for a few seconds, and she asked curiously, "Where's your beautiful ring?"

"Ring, ring?" Harry choked. He was surprised to see Luna's eyes jutting happily and pointing to his left hand, which was now empty.

"Pretty?" Ron called.

Hermione didn't speak, but her expression showed her attitude.

Harry's heart sank. This is the second person to notice that he doesn't have a ring on his hand, and with his previous experience, he is more sensitive to this issue. But Luna's focus, as always, was different from that of ordinary people, and to be honest, he thought that even with the fame bonus of the Resurrection Stone, the ring was far from pretty.

Its workmanship is rough, especially since its last two owners (not counting Voldemort) probably didn't think to treat it well.

"I saw you wearing it last Saturday," Luna affirmed. "Just when I was going to the auditorium for dinner at noon. You were surrounded by a lot of people, and you probably didn't see me passing by you."

"It wasn't mine, I returned it to the original owner," Harry said vaguely.

"Oh," said Luna regretfully, running to sit with Ginny.

Harry looked at her back, and suddenly a thought popped into his heart, Luna had previously relayed Firenze's words - she would pass by the Resurrection Stone. Looking at it now, it seems to be in perfect agreement with the centaurs Firenze's divination results, and Luna has indeed passed herself by wearing the Resurrection Stone ring.

But Headmaster Dumbledore has had it for a long time, hasn't he? Harry pondered as he ate, maybe the Headmaster and Luna didn't know how many times they 'passed by' before him.

But Harry quickly realized that he didn't seem to see Dumbledore wearing that ring in public, especially this term... "Hush!" he gasped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing," said Harry at once, surprised by his own thought: Did Dumbledore deliberately hide it from Professor Bagshot? The information that he forgot a long time ago was now re-examined, constantly reminding him that the two knew each other.

In the evening, Felix brought food to the werewolves temporarily living in the suburbs, and arrived at Three Broomsticks before ten o'clock in the evening. After a small drink, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

A tall man with angular faces and prominent blue-green eyes sat opposite him, and at the same time, a dozen pairs of eyes were cast to this side, either openly or secretly.

"Hello, Mr. Hepp," said the man.

"Mr. Noel?" Felix smiled, looked around, moved his hand from the cup, and tapped the table lightly. "Why, you parents got together to convince me to help your children transfer schools? You have found the right person."