A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor - Chapter 665

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Harry stared blankly at the thing.

“The stag? That’s your patron saint?” Ron called in astonishment, looking around, then as if thinking of something, he took a breath and said, “Could it be—could someone use a time-turner? We Using a time changer!?”

“No, I don’t think so,” said Harry, half sure, half suspicious. “It wasn’t a stag, it was… it was some other horned creature.”

At this point, Hermione tugged at his sleeve and said in surprise, “Harry! Ron! Look over there, that, that is—”

They looked in the opposite direction of the castle, and in the gap of the cast-iron gate, they saw a small, indistinct gray figure.

“… Dumbledore?” Ron’s eyes bulged.

“No,” Harry said excitedly, though he didn’t know why. “It’s Aberforth. Come on, let’s go over there!” He jumped off the halfway up **** with great speed.

While running, some vague thoughts formed in my mind, maybe Aberforth knew something, Voldemort’s wand… If Headmaster Dumbledore really planned to give it to Snape, it must have something to do with him.

Harry thought eagerly that until now he didn’t know how to get rid of the soul fragments from his body.

At the door of the cast iron gate, Harry and Aberforth faced each other, “Boy, is that you?” Aberforth shouted irritably, he suspected that his Patronus had spread the news to the wrong person.

“It’s me,” Harry gasped, a mixed feeling that he knew what the old man was going through.

“Anything?” said Aberforth impatiently. At this moment, Ron and Hermione came running out of breath.

“Well,” Harry racked his brains, “we just saw you… your patron saint, that big horned guy…”

“Goat, yes, goat,” said Aberforth absently, his blue eyes like Dumbledore looking toward the castle.

“You’re looking for Headmaster Dumbledore, aren’t you?” Harry suddenly understood Aberforth’s purpose, “Unfortunately, I don’t know how to open the door, there’s a protective spell around Hogwarts…” He ended up saying something like Poke the hornet’s nest.

“I don’t want to go in, not at all, understand!” Aberforth snarled suddenly, and the three of Harry were taken aback. “This place makes me sick, I can’t believe he did it! After all that happened!”

“Mr. Dumbledore? You—” said Hermione nervously.

“Don’t call me that!” Aberforth shouted. “I—Ariana—” He gasped violently, his eyes widened horribly, and his wand spewed out clusters of flames, as if killing him at any moment.

The three people just separated by a door were stunned.

After a moment, Aberforth calmed down on his own.

“Don’t mind your own business, you guys.”

“But,” Harry mustered his courage, “if you don’t like it here, why are you here? And you’re celebrating with… Headmaster Dumbledore.”

The muscles in Aberforth’s face trembled.

“You want to know? Because my despicable brother is threatening me, forcing me to make a choice… look, here he is.” Not far away, he was striding towards them.

“Headmaster Dumbledore,” Harry murmured, feeling ashamed that he might have strayed into the conflict between Dumbledore’s brothers, or that he had failed to stand up for him decisively.

Dumbledore just nodded slightly and said, “You go back first.”

So the three of Harry hurriedly left without daring to breathe. They walked some distance, and Harry glanced back, Headmaster Dumbledore turned his back to them, unable to see his expression; but every wrinkle on Aberforth’s face was filled with disgust, and he exclaimed:

“You win, Albus. I promise you, the memory is yours, for, for Ariane…”

“Where do you think Dumbledore’s brother is so angry? He looks like his lungs are going to explode-” The three of Harry climbed all the way up the white stone steps and passed through the auditorium. When the spiral staircase appeared in their sight, Luo En said impatiently.

“Shh.” Harry was about to answer when Hermione interrupted, gesturing cautiously into the distance.

Beneath the huge bulletin board stood Mafalda, holding a piece of cardboard in her hand, looking up to talk to Peeves, as if interviewing him. “Mr. Peeves, can you tell me about the prank you are most proud of?”

“You’ve found the right person!” said Peeves with a grin, and he floated in mid-air, trying to put on a thoughtful expression, turning a clown hat with his fingers.

“Don’t alarm them,” Harry whispered immediately, leading Ron and Hermione to slow down and up the spiral staircase.

“Her business extended to ghosts?” said Ron incredulously. “Peeves is not a ghost.” Hermione retorted subconsciously, Harry didn’t say a word, he was not interested in the business scope of Peeves and the “Mystery Wall” tabloid, he just wanted to go back to the common room and clear his mind.

Harry quickened his pace, stepping up two steps at a time, and when he saw the second floor, there was a commotion downstairs.

“…The most proud prank is of course this time!” Peeves’ excited cry came from below, followed by a rain-like “crackling” sound.

“Chalkhead,” Ron said firmly, pausing, “Mafalda is in trouble.”

But then there was a rapid chanting sound from downstairs – “Wadi Wasi! Lock the tongue and throat!” Come on…” The three of Harry went up another floor, and Mafalda’s triumphant voice faded and finally disappeared.

“I’m going to be impressed by Mafalda,” said Ron in admiration.

“Harry, what did you think of?” Hermione asked, as they slowed down now, and she glanced upstairs, downstairs, and the corridors to the left and right for a while, but saw no one else.

“A little bit,” said Harry, sitting on the stairs, “the gifts Snape received, the unusual behavior of Headmaster Dumbledore, and the wrath of Aberforth . . . by the way, they also mentioned Ali Ana, there must be a connection, and—” he paused, “I think it has something to do with me.”

Ron glanced uneasily at the portraits on the wall, several of which quietly opened his eyes, and waved his wand threateningly. “Don’t try to eavesdrop, get out of the way.” The portrait figure scolded and left the frame.

“You—are—prefect,” Hermione said to Ron annoyed.

“Yeah, I’m the prefect,” said Ron. “It’s a nice place, we can hear footsteps when people come.”

Hermione ignored him, cast a whisper to the vicinity, turned her head and said angrily to Harry: “I also noticed the abnormality when you said that, although we have long known that Headmaster Dumbledore and his brother did not agree. It’s a good deal, but since Aberforth is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, it means that the relationship between the two has eased, but now they…”

“Like an enemy.” Harry nodded.

“Could it be that our headmaster did something?” said Ron. “You heard it too, Aberforth is quite repulsive of the surname ‘Dumbledore’, and it must have something to do with the headmaster.”

Harry thought Ron had gotten to the point.

“He even developed a distaste for the school.”

“Wait, Harry, listen to this:” Hermione said slowly, “I can’t believe he did it, after all that…that’s what Aberforth said at the time, remember? ”

“Hermione, you’re just repeating my point. This proves once again that Aberforth’s attitude has something to do with Headmaster Dumbledore,” Ron pointed out.

“No, no, there are nuances.” Hermione pondered. “What do you think it’s referring to after ‘those things’ happened?” She didn’t leave time for an answer, but continued, “I think it was the tragedy, Harry, that you told us about…”

Ariana’s death – an accident caused by the duel of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Aberforth.

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“Think about it. It has been nearly a century since the tragedy, but now it has been brought up again by Aberforth. Something must have irritated him, and it has something to do with the tragedy itself.”

“Memory,” said Harry suddenly, suffocating. “Aberforth mentioned memory last, and I guess Dumbledore wanted his brother’s memory.”

Hermione frowned.

“But why?”

“Because of the Resurrection Stone,” Harry said weakly, sitting on the steps, thinking he had guessed the truth. “Dumbledore has the Resurrection Stone. Yes, it is one of the Deathly Hallows in your impression. Its function is to recall the projection of the deceased in the memory of the living. Dumbledore should be trying to get his brother’s precious share. Memory, after all, there are only two people left in the Dumbledore family.”

“How did you know?” Ron asked in surprise, watching Harry’s expression carefully. “You already knew about this? Then you followed us to the back room to find the Resurrection Stone—”

“I guess Headmaster Dumbledore asked Harry to keep it a secret, didn’t he?” Hermione asked, staring at Harry, who nodded silently. Hermione continued: “So it’s not surprising that Dumbledore asked for the memory. After all, Ariana is closer to Aberforth, and the memory is more accurate, but this should be a good thing for Aberforth. Why is he angry?”

“Wait, I don’t know,” Ron protested. “You skipped a crucial step. What’s the use of these memories?”

Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione said it first, “Classroom Seven.”

Harry stared at her in astonishment.

“What? Don’t you think so?” Hermione asked in surprise.

“I thought… Dumbledore wanted to resurrect his sister…” Harry muttered.

“That’s impossible, Harry,” said Hermione fiercely. “How many times do I have to say it? Magic can’t bring people back from the dead, at least not in the way you hoped. Because the conditions simply cannot be met. Dead wizards either become Ghost, or the soul enters the world of the dead and continues on.”

“Oh, so you think Dumbledore wants to extract the memories of two people, and then use the power of the resurrection stone to make Ariana live in classroom 7 in a certain way, just like those memories?” Ron understood.

“I think so,” said Hermione. “It’s probably the most successful method, but I don’t think Dumbledore should do it. He should be smart enough to tell the difference between what’s real and what’s fake.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked sensitively.

“Do you think ghosts are living people? There are also magical portraits?” Hermione asked rhetorically: “They do have the wisdom of living people in some ways, but if you really think of them as living people, absolutely There will be great disappointment, and even the closer you get, the more hopeless.”

Harry felt uncomfortable.

He thought of the second child in the “Legend of the Three Brothers”. In the story, the second child received the resurrection stone from the **** of death to recall the projection of his lover, but he was not happy, did he realize this too? The question is, after all, the projection of memory is not the same as my own, so in the end I lost my mind and chose to commit suicide?

“You’re just guessing,” he said stiffly.

“What we’re talking about is speculation,” Hermione said.

“Okay, stop arguing, someone’s up.” Ron said, glancing down.

They stood up and continued their walk upstairs. At this time, Hermione was still thinking about Aberforth’s strange attitude: “Did he refuse to hand over his memory because he knew the truth? He thought that Headmaster Dumbledore had done something wrong, or even blasphemed the dead? It doesn’t feel right, maybe something has been overlooked…”

“Aberforth finally gave in. That’s why he’s here today,” said Ron.

“Oh–”

Hermione screamed suddenly, and Harry and Ron followed their gazes, and Snape glided over like a giant black bat.

“Why are you here?” Harry asked blankly.

Snape looked at them coldly.

“I don’t need to report to you where I am, Potter. Five points from Gryffindor for contradicting the teacher.” He dragged his long robe and looked down at Ron and Hermione, “Two points again. , as a prefect, but did not stop it.”

“Unfortunate. It’s like he’s waiting here to deduct points for us,” Ron muttered disapprovingly when Snape left.

“I think he just came out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom,” Hermione whispered.

“What? Oh, yes.” Harry suddenly realized, “I always thought he was still in class in the basement. But he should be sharing a classroom with Professor Bagshot now, no wonder he has been seen in the fourth floor corridor several times… ”

“He’s now a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, though only one.” Ron sighed. “But we can wait a little bit and make a bet on seeing him next year. Well, to be fair, I think Snape has the upper hand, Professor Bagshot is new, and he’s made it clear he’s only teaching for a year…”

“Wait, what did you just say?” Hermione asked suddenly.

Ron looked at her strangely.

“…Only teach for one year?”

“You just said that Professor Bagshot is a newcomer.” Hermione said slowly, “If Aberforth was against something Dumbledore did, and it was clearly related to their sister who died young, then nothing but memory. , what else could it be?”

…

In the middle of the night, the light in the principal’s office was very dim.

“You should have thought it through, Severus, you are the most suitable person.” Dumbledore said softly, using the faint moonlight to identify the figure not far away.

Snape stood by the window with a stiff expression, like a statue.

“Are you sure, Dumbledore?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not as good as you are, and now is the best time.” Dumbledore smiled in the dark. “I must say, I’m lucky, Severus. When I need it, With you by my side.”

Snape shook his head irritably and walked around the spacious circular room.

“You want me to be undercover again, eh? Dumbledore!” he growled.

“Not undercover~www.mtlnovel.com~ You know what I’m talking about, just some necessary preparations.” Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone: “You are a good man, Severus, even though he has done wrong. ”

long silence.

“I’m not necessarily what you want. Maybe I’ll turn around and betray you,” Snape said threateningly.

“It’s an option, Severus, but I’m sure you’ll make the right judgment,” Dumbledore said confidently, with a happy spark in his eyes.

Snape stared at Dumbledore, and the two stared at each other, one frowning, the other smiling. After some time, Snape compromised, he raised his wand and pointed at Dumbledore:

“Except your weapons!”

The Elder Wand came out of his hand instantly.