Chapter 534： Dumb gun

In the early morning of the next day, Felix went to class as usual. The three wanted criminals who were still alive were naturally taken over. He would not care too much. At most, he would check the lack of new defensive measures added to the school this year. Professor Flivy and McGonagall. The professor has been busy for quite some time.

They were guarding Death Eaters, and in the words of Professor Flivy of the Curse, “The mysterious man regarded President Dumbledore as a thorn in his eyes during the first war! Who knows what he will do this time?” Of course When Felix and Snape chatted privately, they thought that Voldemort would not deliberately act on students.

What he wants is rule, not massacre. But there is a saying that Flivy is right. There are indeed many people in the school that Voldemort hates. It used to be Dumbledore. Now there are Felix and Harry, Ron and Hermione. The student who embarrassed him. If it is more general, little wizards from Muggle families and teachers and students who do not recognize his cruel ideas can also be included in this group.

These latter people Voldemort will not deliberately target-it was after he took control of the British magical world, it was part of his "great business", but anyone who is a little smarter will realize that if Voldemort intends to do something, No matter who his goal is, he will not impose mercy on innocent people.

Therefore, defensive measures are very necessary.

"Needless to say, you also know about the exam in June next year. Yes, this year is finally here," Felix said in the fifth grade ancient magic writing class: "I guess you have been hearing similar things since last year. It’s like a countdown, ticking in my head—"

"Actually it is third grade." Ron whispered, "because we have a good friend, and her name is Miss Wanshitong."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"In general, you are lucky. The ancient magic text class has only been divided into practical exams this year, and there is no clear requirement before, which means that this year's exam will not be too difficult, and the scope of assessment is relatively narrow."

The students below listened attentively. Generally, at this time, every sentence the professor said is worth memorizing because it is likely to be related to the exam.

And this year is O.W.Ls year!

"Magic puppets, the three most conventional types of the seven speculums, and magic text cards... In addition, it is related to what we are going to talk about today: from now until Christmas, you I will learn to make twelve amulets."

"The core of every amulet is a set of magic circuit. Of course, the real situation is much more complicated, because the stability and service life of magic power must be considered...Today, what we want to learn is a kind of amulet against dark creatures. , You will find that the core of the entire magic text circuit is built around the light magic text."

"You are no stranger to this knowledge, but you can't talk about how deep it is. Today's course will help you better understand and consolidate this content." Felixton paused and looked at the following: "You should There are all magic booklets, right?"

The students nodded in unison.

"Very well, apart from some basic theories, this booklet also fully analyzes an ancient magic-lighting. I have talked about this magic in the Magic Club. The core of lighting is the magic of light. In addition to that. , The Bright Flame Curse, which is highly evaluated by the Anti-Black Magic Association, also uses this magic text...In general, it has become a very representative symbol, in other words, it is a test site."

A bold student couldn't help asking: "Professor, will this magic text appear on the O.W.L exam?"

Felix blinked: "I can only say that it is very likely. Mr. Thomas."

He waved his magic wand and a large handwriting appeared on the podium. "The production method is in the textbook, and the blackboard is the precautions. And—" He waved his wand again, and a cluster of white smoke emerged from the tip of the wand and hung in the air, forming a continuous picture. "The picture of making the amulet is for your reference."

The students below are not unfamiliar with this, but it is the first time to use it in the ancient magic text class. They stared at the pictures in midair--

A clean and slender hand holding a magic engraving knife-they guessed it should be Professor Haipu-fluently writing a burning magic on the palm of the chestnut board, so fast, I haven't waited for the first place. The magic text is cooling down, the last one has been completed, and the entire magic text circuit is connected together, bursting out bright brilliance. When the light disappeared, the hand began to move again, and they could only understand part of the next operation. After nearly three minutes, an amulet was completed.

Next, the clouds and mist in the air suddenly freeze, the picture returns to the beginning, and a new cycle begins.

"I haven't seen clearly—"

"You have to read it together with the textbook and the notes on the blackboard."

"So we just need to do it?" Harry said in amazement. "It would be great if the potions class could do the same." The difficulty of formulating potions in fifth grade has gone up to a new level, and the various steps are extremely cumbersome. , A little negligence will turn the potion into a pot of waste water.

"Snape should really learn, instead of focusing on how to deduct our points." Ron couldn't help complaining.

"I think Professor Bins needs it too." Seamer said to the side. His words won a lot of approval. As everyone knows, Professor Bins can turn the thrilling goblin rebellion and the giant war into a boring technical report. Many students formed a conditioned reflex, and the students under his mouth could not help but become sleepy.

When the classroom calmed down, Felix said, "I don't think you can make it right once, but it's always good to set the goal higher. Anyway, let's start."

The students in the audience took out the magic engraving knife and chestnut board, and began to try to make amulets.

Throughout the class, Felix walked around in the classroom and pointed out various problems of the students. He found a phenomenon—to be precise, it has been a while, and today is just another repeat—Slytherin’s The students were in awe of his attitude.

This performance is completely different from before and cannot be explained by observing classroom discipline. At least--they met him in the corridor recently, and they also deliberately slowed down their speech, appearing extremely solemn. As if afraid of making a joke in front of him.

Felix originally thought that the awe came from the reputation of the old wand, but the Ministry of Magic had helped him dispel the rumors, but their attitude continued unabated. He wondered if his new habit of ‘walking’ in Hogsmeade these two days was known to them.

Even the students of Gryffindor can see this abnormality.

"The Slytherin students are doing something wrong from top to bottom." At noon, Ron waved the fork in his hand and said, "I thought they had colluded with Percy."

"What's the matter with Percy?" Harry asked.

"Percy is busy! Of course he is also happy. I mean, last year he held two major events in a row. He may have to be idle for several years, but now there is an ancient magical exchange event, which is right for him. That’s great news."

"Slytherin students don't think the professor holds the old magic wand, do they?" Hermione said, "hasn't the professor clarified it?"

"Maybe it's too eager for honor." Harry said, he knew more about this than Ron and Hermione, because he had played Quidditch against Slytherin for three years and was familiar with their style.

The bad reputation of Slytherin College is related to many factors. For example, they are arrogant and love to use their status to talk about things, but the more reason is that they have formed an atmosphere from top to bottom, they value honor too much, and they will use many small means to win when they are at a disadvantage.

"You are right," the ghost almost headless Nick floated over. "In their view, Mr. Haipu is expected to become the principal of Hogwarts. I don't know who came out first, but this statement suddenly appeared. Slytherin College became popular."

"But does this show anything?" Harry asked.

"Oh, of course, of course." Nick said, almost headless. "Do you know how many principals were born in Slytherin College in history?"

"Uh..." Harry couldn't figure it out. He looked at Ron. Ron had the same blank expression as him. He looked at Hermione again. Hermione's expression was quite strange. He said uncertainly: "There may be more than a dozen. Right? Isn't it rare?" Nick, who was almost headless, shook his head, and Harry added.

He knew one, Sirius' great-great-grandfather, who was known as the most unpopular principal in Hogwarts history.

"Not very few, but only one, Phineas Black." Nick, who was almost headless, revealed the answer.

"Only him?" Harry asked in surprise. He finally understood why Hermione's expression was so strange. She was about to memorize "Hogwarts, a School History".

"There are more than thirty principals, and there is only one Slytherin, so you can imagine what kind of expectations they have... Honestly, I think that Professor Black can be quickly accepted by Slytherin College, and it may also be the only Slytherin. Principal Lin has something to do, although he is not highly evaluated by posterity."

"But isn't he the least popular principal?" Harry murmured.

"The two are not contradictory. Some of his actions during his tenure were really unpleasant, but at first Slytherin College was cheered and celebrated. Principal Blake was placed a lot of expectations at the time." Nick said, almost headless: " Even the students of Slytherin College couldn't stand him later."

"Then what the **** did he do?" Ron mumbled.

"I can't speak ill of him behind his back. After all, he was the principal of Hogwarts. You can check it yourself." Nick, who was almost headless, said, and he flew away.

At the dining table, the three of Harry froze for a while, and continued to lower their heads to eat.

"Any news?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Today? No." She said briefly.

"Has the International Federation of Wizards not approved Professor Dumbledore's application?" Ron asked.

"It's not so fast, but the preparations have already begun. In fact, regardless of whether they agree or disagree, the activity will continue, but the influence will drop a lot." Hermione explained the reasoning to them, "and it will also drag down ancient times. The promotion speed of Mowen in other magic schools."

Harry coughed suddenly and violently.

"Is that the case? Did I miss it?"

"Obviously, the above mentioned inviting ancient writing experts, as well as the principals of other magic schools, why do you think this is?" Hermione asked rhetorically.

With that said, Harry and Ron understood a little bit.

"How's'Pumpkin Pie' is going on, do you know?" Ron asked after a while, "I just take care of the homework, and I have only a little time for Quidditch training." He groaned. "I understand what Fred and George said. OWLs will really make people reborn-because it will strip us off a layer of skin!"

"I asked Hedwig to send him a large package of snacks." Harry said honestly. He didn't know if Hagrid had given it to Glop, it was not enough for the giant to eat.

"Ah, me too," Hermione sighed. "I wish he would come back soon. Professor Grapland is obviously more popular."

"Professor Grapland has her own business," Ron said. "She owns a small manor with some magical animals. Fred said that there is a large area of ​​fire crabs in her manor..."

Harry and Hermione looked at him at the same time.

"How did you know?"

Ron shrugged, "Fred and George are in a shop in Hogsmeade. Professor Grapland's manor is nearby. Once some swallowtail dogs ran out of it. Fred and George helped to get them back. of."

"Why haven't I seen that pet shop in Hogsmeade?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"There is no shop. Professor Grapland only provides customized services or exports to foreign countries. Each type of pet requires a special permit."

"Special permit?"

"Yes, such as fire crabs, swallowtail dogs, bad witch birds, etc., are dangerous, but not particularly dangerous. They can be used as wizard pets. Of course, children don’t think about it. Charlie was especially obsessed with deformation for a while. Lizards, but we only have cats and goblins in our house. Occasionally, we can see sables and sables..."

Over the weekend, Harry convened the members of the duel self-study group, and more people came than last year. Luna followed, and at the time Ginny explained to Harry in a low voice, she was looking curiously at the responsive house, as if she had accidentally taken the wrong path.

"We will pick some content that we don't talk about in class, such as the patron saint curse, the magic spell, and some very practical incantations, such as the directional curse used to point the direction, which we have mastered during the competition. And not Just to learn magic, everyone can also sit down and chat, or occasionally blow a hair on the black lake." Harry explained his plan for the duel self-study group to everyone.

"Where is this place?" Ginny asked.

"The House of All-Demand, it can provide us with training venues, the most important thing is the equipment, we can use it at will, without considering the problem of damage." Harry said immediately.

Everyone looked around in surprise, and under their gaze, rows of targets and mats appeared out of thin air. They watched all this with relish.

For a while, Harry, Ron, and Hermione instructed others to fire sparks with their wands, "Don't underestimate it, it can save lives at critical moments." Ron said half-truth. Everyone here can make sparks from the magic wand, but it's not so easy to use it as a warning.

After the first event, they parted in front of the giant monster tapestry in the House of Requirement.

"Not bad, isn't it?" Hermione said.

"Yes." Harry said vaguely. He didn't want to explain what it was like to be alone with Ginny for two minutes. It felt like a thief. Anyway, neither he nor Ginny mentioned how to make sparks. The topic became more focused and brighter, but Harry couldn't remember exactly what was said.

They descended down the spiral staircase, preparing to eat in the auditorium. At the corner from the third floor to the second floor, they heard loud noises coming from the hall. They looked at each other and speeded up their pace at the same time. The voice became clearer, and it was the voice of a woman.

"What happened?" Ron said in shock.

A lot of people crowded in the hall, densely surrounding a part of the center, and there were endless discussions. The people in the back row excitedly pulled their necks and looked forward, Harry, Ron, and Hermione struggled through the crowd, "Give me a hand, here are two prefects!" Ron shouted.

"Who isn't it?" Draco Malfoy said in his ear Ron was taken aback, and then showed disgust, "Why are you here?"

"Watch the excitement," Draco said slowly, "or use your excuse, I am performing the duties of the prefect?"

Ron's face blushed.

Harry didn't speak. He saw Professor Haipu for the first time. The professor was standing in the crowd solemnly, as if having a very difficult trouble. But the professor is not at the center of this incident-he is just a bystander. Harry shifted his gaze and looked at the two women in the middle. Muggle Studies Professor Keredy Bubbaji yelled to Professor McGonagall, "Let me go, Minerva, let me go!"

"I don't agree." Professor McGonagall tightened his lips and said dryly. "President Dumbledore will not agree either."

Professor Bubagi dragged two boxes beside him. They were bulging. It seemed that they belonged to all of her belongings. Harry listened to the side for a while, and learned from the discussion that Professor Bubagi didn’t know why. For some reason, I suddenly wanted to leave school.

"Professor Bubagi hasn't been very well recently." A third-grade girl said sadly.

"She is in a trance..."

"Maybe you want to finish that new book too much." said a well-informed student.

In the middle of the hall, Professor McGonagall grabbed Bubbaji vigorously. She sternly said: "Kerrydi, if you are put in a Muggle prison, you will worry about it..."

"Oh, it's not because of this." Professor Bubbaji sobbed.

"What's the reason for that?"

Professor Bubbaji’s eyes widened suddenly, staring blankly at the dim sky, as if something invisible was about to rush down and take her away. She trembled and said, "It's a nightmare... A dumb cannon!"

There was an uproar in the hall.