A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor - Chapter 653

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

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“Give it back to Dumbledore—” Grindelwald looked at Harry blankly, “You mean, it was originally his thing?”

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“Yes, Professor,” Harry said bravely.

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“Why did Dumbledore lend it to you?”

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“I think it’s because, uh, because there’s something wrong with my body, 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. .

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“Yes, you haven’t come to class during 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.”

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Harry suddenly had an illusion.

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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 seemed to More concerned with belonging to the ring than the ring itself.

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“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…”

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He didn’t continue speaking, as if he thought the Resurrection Stone was safe in Dumbledore’s hands, he raised his tone slightly.

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

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

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

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“Y-what?” Harry looked at him puzzled.

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

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“An interpretation of the nature of magic,” Harry said thoughtfully.

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“That’s right, we are born with magic. So if you want to achieve something, then whatever is involved with it – the amount of magic, the control, the way of transformation, the integration of belief… these are what you should Something I’ve been chasing for a lifetime.”

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Grindelwald explained softly.

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Harry let out a light, sudden breath, and he felt that many of the unclear problems of the past had been solved.

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“It’s love. All the secrets of magic are hidden there.”

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In the headmaster’s office, Snape closed his eyes, seeming to be bored by the rhetoric. “I’m tired of hearing it, Dumbledore. What I’m more interested in knowing is that after eight months of indifference, you called me into your office again…for what?”

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Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

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

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“Yeah, you’re afraid I’ll kill him on a whim.” Snape said coldly, “He’s still useful—you told me, but I can’t see any progress.”

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“About Harry—”

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“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?”

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“In fact,” said Dumbledore calmly, “I’m pretty sure. The question is… when, and what preparations are needed.” He looked down at his hands.

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“Full of confidence?”

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“That’s right.”

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Snape, who seemed completely bewildered, glanced coldly and walked up and down in front of Dumbledore.

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“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?”

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“I’m afraid it’s still useful, Severus.”

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Snape’s expression changed to visibly wary.

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

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“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.” Dumbledore Lido looked at Snape as he spoke, as if to say: Yes, I measured against you.

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Snape’s face darkened, and he wanted to swear a few swear words now.

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“What has Felix been up to recently?” Dumbledore changed the subject.

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“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 problems that plague the entire magical world.”

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“A strong desire to research,” Dumbledore said with admiration, “what about Warren?”

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

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Dumbledore winked at him happily.

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“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—”

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“Oh, Severus, this feeling is hard to describe. I suggest you try to get a pet yourself. My recommendation is a parrot, you can teach it to talk.”

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Snape turned his head blankly, followed Dumbledore’s interesting eyes, and looked at Fox, who was “clicking” pecking at the bones of the fish, and he said with a strange expression: “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…”

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New week.

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“The twelfth rule, the same ancient magic has the possibility of fusion 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.”

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

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“What ancient magic?” Ron asked.

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

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Teaching magic is another new word invented by Professor Hepp, and many students still remember what the professor said when he 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. ”

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“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. ”

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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.

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“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 together without any hindrance. They looked up at a large snow cloud floating on the ceiling, and fell large white snowflakes.

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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 Water Spell to create a six Seven-foot-long water dragon, and around them stood a few students eager to join in.

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

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Then, trembling, they rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

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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.”

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“Professor Bagshot, is this also hiding his skills in Muggle society?”

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“It sums up very accurately.”

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“But why don’t we go to the Muggle store and buy something to eat?” Ron muttered to Harry disapprovingly. Too bad it was so loud that the professor overheard, “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?’”

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

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The above examples are from the content of 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.

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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.

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

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“…Flying fast and well, diving down from fifty feet!”

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

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

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“Do those people know magic?” he asked politely.

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As expected, 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.

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After Neville left in fear, they learned to behave well and cast defensive magic and muffler spells nearby, planning 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, they were surprised to find that the other students were obviously interested in eating, and they were busy at the moment.

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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.

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“Wonderful. I’ve got a great idea,” said Ron admiringly, then sneaking away.

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“Ron—”

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Harry shouted, but Ron was gone. Worrying about attracting attention, he could only give up, and wandered around the neighborhood for two more times, but couldn’t find the professor’s shadow, so he found Hermione, who was irritably dealing with her mushroom soup.

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

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“What do you think?” she asked expectantly.

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“Well—” Harry hesitated, “it’s pretty good.”

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Hermione sighed and was about to speak when someone shouted in the distance, “I found a small stream nearby, and there are fish in it!” Hu la la, most of the students put down their work and ran away.

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Harry tried his best not to look at the gray-brown mushroom soup under his eyelids, and politely suggested Hermione to go with him. Hermione glanced sadly at what she had made, didn’t struggle any more, and agreed.

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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.”

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“You haven’t been seen by them, have you?” Harry asked nervously. Ron recalled it carefully for a while, but he couldn’t remember it.

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

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“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?”

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

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“Pretty?” Ron called.

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Hermione didn’t speak, but her expression already showed her attitude.

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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.

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

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“I saw you wearing it last Saturday,” Luna said affirmatively. “Just when I went to the auditorium for dinner at noon. You were surrounded by many people, and you probably didn’t see me passing by you.”

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“That’s not mine, I returned it to the original owner.” Harry said vaguely.

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“Oh.” Luna said regretfully, running to sit with Ginny.

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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~www.mtlnovel.com~ Now it looks like a perfect match for the centaurs Firenze As a result of Ze’s divination, Luna had indeed passed herself by wearing the Resurrection Stone ring.

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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.

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But Harry quickly realized that he didn’t seem to have seen Dumbledore wearing that ring in public, especially this term… “Hush!” he breathed suddenly.

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“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked.

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“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.

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In the evening, Felix brought food to the werewolves temporarily living in the suburbs, and rushed to Three Broomsticks before ten o’clock in the evening. After drinking a small glass, he realized that the atmosphere was not right.

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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 towards this side, either openly or secretly.

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“Hello, Mr. Hepp,” said the man.

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

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