Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Harry did not expect that when he and Hermione met again, it would be like this.

Wearing a gray sweater, she sat quietly on the swing in her yard, swaying gently, holding her grape wood wand in her hand. She was holding on to the big tree in her yard and breathing heavily.

, forcing myself not to spit it out.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder and asked with concern, "The feeling of Apparating for the first time will be very uncomfortable, so you can only get used to it slowly."

"No...it's okay." Harry waved his hands, took a deep breath, and finally straightened up, although his ears were still buzzing, as if there were hundreds of mosquitoes buzzing around him.

"Okay, just take it easy..." Dumbledore glanced at Harry, who still looked ugly, and then turned to Hermione, who had already stood up from the swing, and said hello with a smile on his face.

"Good evening, Hermione."

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Harry." Hermione waved as she walked up to Harry and tapped him lightly with the wand in her hand.

A soft white light flashed through, and Harry felt much better, with almost no discomfort at all.

"A very beautiful spell." Dumbledore clapped, and his blackened right hand made Hermione frown unconsciously. Just as he was about to ask, Harry next to him said anxiously: "Hermione,

You just used magic!"

"It doesn't matter, I'm an adult." Hermione replied. Harry was about to ask anything, but was interrupted by Dumbledore.

He stretched out his left hand and said: "Okay, I can prove that Miss Granger is able to use magic freely in any situation and at any place... But now, please hold my left arm, we still have

Things to do.”

Hearing this, Harry had no choice but to suppress his doubts for the time being, and he and Hermione grabbed Dumbledore's arm. The next second, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the uncomfortable feeling just now hit Harry again.

His eyes suddenly went dark, and he was pressed towards him from up, down, left, right, back and forth, from all directions at the same time, as if there were countless iron hoops strangling him hard, and his breath was directly held in his chest.

When his feet were firmly on the ground again, the breath was spat out. Then, there was the familiar big breath again, but this time it was much better, and Hermione's wand fell on him immediately.

on the body.

"Okay, let's go this way." Dumbledore glanced back at Harry, then turned back. He looked at his surroundings, pointed in a direction, and walked over.

Harry and Hermione followed behind. He looked at the unfamiliar scenes around him with a blank look on his face.

It was like an abandoned village. They seemed to be in the village square just now. It was empty, with only an ancient monument and a few benches.

Following Dumbledore, he passed several shops, houses and a pub, but without exception, they were all empty, without a single person.

"How are you...?" Harry glanced at Dumbledore who was walking in front, moved closer to Hermione, and asked in a low voice, his words full of concern.

"I'm fine, Harry." Hermione replied briskly.

Harry looked at her face and saw nothing unusual. But deep down he still felt that something was wrong. Before he could ask, Dumbledore in front of him spoke up.

"By the way Harry, I forgot to ask, does your scar still hurt?"

"The scar? It's gone." Harry immediately changed his attention and replied, "I'm still wondering. Logically speaking, now that Voldemort is back, it should be burning all the time. It was like this last year."

He looked at Dumbledore and saw a satisfied expression on his face.

"This is a good thing, Harry." Dumbledore said as he walked. "This means that Voldemort finally realized that you can always invade his brain, and he felt in danger. It seems that he used Occlumency on you.

."

"That's it...that's great." Harry said, something that had been hanging in his heart finally came to an end. He had already had enough of those tormenting nightmares.

While they were talking, they walked a long way. Harry looked at the still empty phone booths and bus shelters, and asked aloud: "Professor, where are we? What are we doing here?"

"Ah, I forgot that I haven't told you yet." Dumbledore pointed in another direction and said as he walked, "This is the village of Barberton, and we are going to persuade a retired colleague of mine to return to Ho.

Gwartz.”

"To be honest, I can't even remember how many times I have said this sentence in the past few years."

"So, how can we help?"

"You will be able to help, I think..."

They walked far away again, and Harry asked again: "Professor, why don't we just apparate to your old colleague's house?"

"That's rude, Harry." Hermione said directly before Dumbledore could speak, "We have to provide other wizards with the opportunity to reject us, not to mention that most wizards' residences are equipped with anti-Apparition spells.

, just like Hogwarts... I told you."

"Okay." Harry nodded subconsciously, and before he could ask anything else, he saw Dumbledore in front of him suddenly stopped, and he bumped into him without paying attention.

Looking up, they found that they had unknowingly arrived at a small house with a neat garden. The lock of the small garden door next to it had been violently broken, and the door was hanging crookedly.

Dumbledore looked at both sides, but there was still no one there.

"Pull out your wand and follow me." He whispered, walked lightly on the garden path, and gently opened the door.

"Lumos flash!"

The wand emitted a soft white light, and what came into view was a messy corridor. Dumbledore did not stop and walked into the living room holding the wand.

Entering the living room, there was an even messier scene. A grandfather clock was smashed on the ground, with the clock face and pendulum scattered on the ground. Next to it was a broken chandelier, and the fragments flew everywhere. There were feathers scattered on the ground.

There were a lot of broken glass underneath them that flew out of the mat.

But the most eye-catching thing was the darkened blood stains on the wall, one of which was stretched too long.

"It's terrible, isn't it?" Dumbledore said heavily, raising his wand.

"There was an attack here?" said Harry. "A fight, and then he was dragged away, wasn't there, Professor?"

Harry's question was not answered. He saw Dumbledore carefully stepping over the debris on the ground, while Hermione stood motionless behind a broken sofa, focusing entirely on it.

Dumbledore obviously noticed Hermione's abnormality. There was a look of surprise on his face, and then he raised his index finger to his mouth and waved, asking Harry to quietly surround the sofa with him and Hermione.

After they got into formation, Dumbledore's wand suddenly shot up and pierced the chair cushion.

"Ouch!"

The sofa let out a scream, which startled Harry, and his body trembled violently. Then, in his surprised eyes, the thick cushions on the sofa turned into a fat and somewhat bald old man. He

Rubbing his belly, he squinted one eye, with tears still in his eyes.

"There's no need for you to prick me so hard with your wand. It hurts me to death, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore also narrowed his eyes, with a smile of successful prank on his face, and said:

"Good evening, Horace, long time no see."