Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"Brian, thank you for your answer to the disappearing spell last time. I gained a lot. However, I think sometimes you can achieve greater gains by making part of the object disappear..."

"I discussed this issue with Professor McGonagall. She said that everyone has their own understanding and what suits them is the best..."

"I found an interesting potion in a book. It can speed up people's thinking. It is a useful wisdom potion. Unfortunately, the materials are too expensive. The formula is..."

"... I'm having trouble learning the Patronus Charm. I'm not very good at it. Harry has been teaching me... I'm a little worried. The book says it's random. What if my Patronus is a toad or something? manage……"

"Also, thank you for helping us that night in the Department of Mysteries, otherwise we might have died. Finally, I can ask you, I care a lot... You were talking to the Dark Lord in that hall full of books conversation, what on earth did you..."

"Of course, if this involves your secrets, I'm sorry for asking you this question..."

Brian looked at the letter sent by the owl Ika. The previous discussions about knowledge and some interesting little thoughts made him smile slightly, but the careful and covert inquiry in the end made his eyes darken.

During these times, he and Hermione still maintained a pleasant correspondence, but as one incident passed, estrangement inevitably appeared.

"Perhaps, we were not meant to be together." Brian sighed softly. Although he and Hermione have many similarities, they both love knowledge and advocate reason. Even when Brian sees Hermione, he sometimes thinks of himself in his previous life. The two are so similar, but maybe they are like poles and repel each other. , perhaps due to their differences in origin, experience and goals, they will eventually drift apart.

Brian was silent for a long time, pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote:

"I think the method of using the disappearing spell you proposed is very innovative. The disappearing spell depends very much on our magic level. I really ignored this..."

"Thank you for the magic potion formula. I think there are ways to improve this potion... This can reduce the cost, but the steps are a lot more complicated."

"Everyone's patron saint is born out of our own personality. I think if you don't like the characteristics of a certain animal, your patron saint will most likely not be it..."

"I'm sorry that I didn't provide you with more help about that night. In fact, I have nothing to do with the Dark Lord. But you may know that my father is no longer willing to accept his rule, so our relationship is very Tension, even hostility..."

Brian said briefly, then stopped writing and asked the owl Ika to deliver the letter.

He walked along the corridor and stepped onto the tall astronomy tower again. The moonlight covered the place with a silvery glow. He was pacing on the top of the tower, looking down at the ground, pacing in circles...

In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione looked at Brian's reply and pursed her lips tightly, showing a somewhat uncomfortable expression. She crumpled the letter into a ball irritably and buried her head in the thick book again.

"Hermione, what did you ask?" Ron leaned his head over.

"Nothing!" Hermione pushed Ron's head away angrily, "Avoiding the important and taking the easy, no answer at all..."

As she spoke, she sighed, spread out the letter again, and tucked it into a book.

"We all know something is wrong with him, but we don't know what he is doing..." Harry said dejectedly, "I'm afraid he and Malfoy...oh, where did Malfoy go?"

Harry spread the Marauder's Map on the table, looking for traces of Malfoy in the wide-ranging castle map, and said: "He is not in his original location again...I am sure he has received a mission from Voldemort. "

Harry searched on the map for a long time before he found the location of the Malfoy trio, in a small classroom on the seventh floor. Harry rubbed his dry eyes and frowned.

"I don't think it's a problem if you keep staring at them," Ron shrugged, "Unless we find a way to knock down the two gorillas who are always guarding the door. In fact, we almost succeeded last time. , if Slytherin's Shabini hadn't rushed over... But I gave him solitary confinement, which was pretty cool, right, Hermione? His expression at that time was really pretty..."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and said nothing.

"I dare say, he must be a lookout." Harry said through gritted teeth, "Malfoy is becoming more and more alert now, always changing positions, as if he knows we are following him."

"Yeah, those two big guys just have to wave their wands at any time... Actually, I think the troll's club is more suitable for them." Ron rolled his eyes, "Next time we can sneak away and stun them. curse."

"You're a prefect, Ron!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, her expression very much like Professor McGonagall who saw students violating school rules.

"Okay, okay, this is just a suggestion! I haven't done it yet..." Ron said with a smile.

"Rather than this, Harry, you'd better tell Professor Dumbledore about...that dream...of yours!" Hermione said seriously, "Stop delaying, go tonight. You will have it tomorrow night I'm going to learn Occlumency. If Professor Snape sees it..."

"He will definitely kill me..." Harry added expressionlessly, "But what if it is a trap? It might harm Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Whether it's true or false, Dumbledore will naturally decide!" Hermione said impatiently, "It's better than just guessing on our own."

"You told me before that you wanted to learn Occlumency. You couldn't believe what happened in your dreams!" Harry stared at Hermione.

"But...haven't you already seen it this time?" Hermione's cheeks turned red. "You shouldn't have seen it. Occlumency is very important...but now that you have seen it, at least you can hand it over to Dumbledore. To judge.”

"Okay, I'll go find him." Harry deflated. He has been trying to avoid Dumbledore lately because of the prophecy he made last time. He hasn't told Hermione and Ron about it yet, and he feels that he can't say it... Maybe he is thinking that as long as he doesn't go to see Dumbledore, Bledo, those things won't bother him anymore.

Harry put away the Marauder's Map and walked towards the headmaster's office resignedly.

When we came to the door of the principal's office again, there were still noisy voices inside, as if there was a grand party. Harry knocked on the door and walked in after Dumbledore's voice said "Come in."

Silence returned to the principal's room. Harry glanced sideways at the portrait on the wall, then lowered his eyes slightly, not looking at Dumbledore.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Dumbledore said gently.

Harry opened his mouth and looked up at Dumbledore. His blue eyes were bright and penetrating, and he seemed to see everything he was thinking. He said dryly: "Sir, when I left you last time, I had another dream..."

He saw Dumbledore's eyes sharpen, but it seemed like an illusion. Dumbledore still looked like a kind old man.

Harry recounted his dream that night and then lowered his head. Dumbledore was silent for a long time.

Next, Harry tasted the desserts and drinks prepared by Dumbledore with great enthusiasm, and then walked out of the principal's office in a fog.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore leaned on his chair, his eyes twinkling.

"I'm just saying, he hasn't learned Occlumency at all... He's as mediocre as a fool and a waste of my time." Snape walked out from behind the shelf with a bottle of potion in his hand, his expression gloomy.

"Maybe it was a mistake that I decided to ask you to teach him Occlumency..." Dumbledore smiled bitterly and raised his hand feebly, "It's a pity that I don't have time to teach him... But that's fine, Voldemort won't Try to invade his mind and control him directly."

"He was almost controlled by the Dark Lord and killed you last time!" Snape looked at him coldly, "Moreover, the Dark Lord can directly connect to his mind and see everything he sees!"

"Voldemort is afraid of this connection, Severus," said Dumbledore. "Not long ago, he had a small taste of what sharing Harry's thoughts meant to him. He had never known the pain of that, His mutilated soul couldn't stand anything close to Harry's soul..."

"Soul? We're talking about thoughts!"

"When it comes to Harry and Voldemort, it's the same thing."

"Well, you should worry about yourself." Snape's tone became even colder. He placed the potion in his hand heavily in front of Dumbledore and said, "I can't suppress it for half a year..."

"That's not a problem. In fact, things have become easier." Dumbledore said leisurely, "Harry's dream... is very interesting. I'm afraid I know what Voldemort is looking for... a powerful weapon." If he He glanced thoughtfully at the wand at hand.

"So what? You're going to die." Snape's cold tone was full of mockery, "To deal with you, he won't be able to use that weapon anymore."

"But in fact, for us, that may be the best weapon against Voldemort." Dumbledore said.