Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"I found that thing, teacher."

After returning from the Department of Mysteries, Ike directly found Comrade Lao Fu, but concealed the fact that he had met Dumbledore.

"But I didn't get it. Some kind of magic was cast on it that I don't know. It may require some specific conditions, or..."

"Or what?" Lao Fu asked.

"Maybe it's a specific person." Ike replied, looking directly into Lao Fu's red pupils.

This has almost become a habit. Ai Ke always does this when talking to Lao Fu. With the protection of Occlumency, he is not worried that Lao Fu will know the things he hides. Perhaps it is because of this performance that Ai Ke

Only by conquering can you gain Lao Fu's trust.

Lao Fu stared at Ike for a while, then nodded slightly and said, "I probably know whose handiwork this is. It's not your fault, little Ike. It's normal that you can't get it based on his level."

"I'm sorry, teacher, to disappoint you." Ike lowered his head at the right time, showing a trace of guilt.

Lao Fu stood up and patted Ike's shoulder gently. His words were full of comfort and encouragement: "It doesn't matter. Originally, I was just confirming the location of that thing. I have plans for it. Your information just makes me better."

Just be firm."

"Okay, it's been a night, let's go and rest, we still have a lot to do..."

After saying good night to Lao Fu, Ike returned to his laboratory. He did not fall asleep immediately, staring at the ceiling until dawn, his hand stroking the ring he was wearing.

Finally, the ring responded.

"What's wrong?"

"I met Dumbledore and learned some things from him."

"Dumbledore? What...did you tell him?"

"You need to stay at Hogwarts."

"Why, didn't we agree?"

"Yes, but it needs an appropriate time, which is obviously not the case now."

“What is the right time?”

"When you personally defeat one of my colleagues."

"Okay, wait, I will do it..."

Hermione let go of her hand from the necklace, sat on the bed and looked ahead blankly, suddenly shook her head, straightened her messy hair a little, took a deep breath, and her heart was filled with determination.

This semester, she has made great progress. Thanks to the books and notes in the box left by Ike, as well as her own efforts, she can successfully cast many magic spells that adult wizards have not learned, but

Just a little unskilled.

In fact, she knew in her heart that her current level was still not enough, but she finally had a goal, which was considered a small success.

After washing herself and simply making the bed, Hermione left the dormitory and headed to the auditorium on the first floor. Along the way, everyone who saw her gave her a strange look, with fear, disgust, and...

Many indescribable emotions.

What happened in the principal's office that night was not revealed, but Marietta's tragic situation was seen by many people, not to mention she was not the only one who informed. But there was another one in the school hospital at the time, Madam Pomfrey.

There was nothing that could be done about that troublesome curse, but Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape worked together to save the poor child.

"Wicked Witch", many people secretly called her that behind her back. Hermione knew it, but she didn't take it to heart at all. She is different now from the first grade, even if "Wicked Witch" is better than "Miss Know-It-All"

It was unpleasant and a hundred times more hurtful, but it wouldn't upset Hermione in the slightest.

When she created this curse, she had already thought of possible scenarios, and to be honest, it was much better than she imagined now.

At least, he wasn't fired.

Not long after, Harry and Ron came together. They were both in a little bad spirits and a little lethargic, but they felt much better after drinking a large glass of milk.

"How does confinement feel?" Hermione took a bite of bread. The strawberry jam spread on it was sour and sweet, which was pleasant.

"It's the same old tricks, I'm used to them." Harry sighed, and kept toying with the pancakes on the plate with the fork in his hand.

"She was furious." Ron interrupted. "The Ministry of Magic made her the new Headmaster, but she couldn't get into the Headmaster's office at all. The two stone monsters refused to open the door for her."

"Yes, so she may have changed to a new quill because of this. I have to say that it hurt even more." Harry subconsciously rubbed the back of his left hand, which still had some red marks on it.

The three of them chatted about one thing or another, quickly ended their breakfast, and arrived at the History of Magic classroom with their books in hand. As one of the few Umbridge-free courses, History of Magic has become a safe haven for many wizards.

Just like Ron said, Umbridge, who had become the new principal, could only stay in her office full of cat photos, which made her very angry. As a result of her anger, she became even more presumptuous.

.

Umbridge set up an investigation team, almost all of which were Slytherin students, and they didn't know how to make Filch obey her. They kept an eye on the members of D.A almost twenty-four hours a day, and because D.A rigged

Most of them are from Llanffindor and Ravenclaw, which makes life difficult for the students of the two houses. Points will be deducted if they disagree.

Originally, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were neck and neck in terms of house points, but they were soon surpassed by Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Two or three days later, even Hufflepuff had a lot of points deducted.

, only Slytherin continued to increase, taking the lead.

"You all noticed it," the twins said during dinner, pointing to the huge hourglass on the wall of the auditorium that represented the college's scores.

"I swear, this is Chiguoguo's revenge! They did it on purpose!" Ron was very angry, and just as he spoke, several more gems flew out of Gryffindor's hourglass.

"Yes, they did it on purpose." Fred said coldly, "No one can do this to us, so they paid the price. Just now, Montague wanted to deduct our points..."

"Want it? What did you do?" Ron asked.

"He didn't finish speaking, and we didn't give him a chance," George replied, "because before he finished speaking, we had already stuffed him into the disappearing cabinet on the second floor."

"Too impulsive! You will get into big trouble." Hermione said with a frown.

"Nobody's seen, no trouble until Montague shows up again," said Fred. "A week, two weeks? Who knows when he'll show up?"

"Besides, we are not afraid of trouble..."

"That's right! To be honest, we don't want to stay here anymore!"

The twins became serious for a rare moment, and the smiles on their faces that made people unconsciously happy were gone.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Hermione asked softly after a long silence.

"No, we have everything planned!" Fred waved his hands repeatedly.

"This is our business, you must not get involved..."