Chapter 615： admirer of haip

"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor (

Felix stroked the "Ancient Rune Yearbook" in his hand, marked with the words '1992~1996 Compilation' under the bronzing letters. This tome can be regarded as the first comprehensive and systematic account of ancient Rune. The book on the development status and data collection is very rich in content because it is unprecedented.

The content of the book is divided into three parts.

"In a nutshell, it is the past, present, and future of the discipline of compiling ancient rune."

Felix turned to the first page. The preface briefly introduced the time, place, and reason for the event, followed by a long list of names, each on its own line, and a brief summary of the person in small italic letters. Basic Information.

Hermione Granger, for example, is written in bright emerald ink beneath her name - female, Hogwarts (at school), 16, 27.

"Gender, school, age... I understand all of these. What does this mean?"

Mrs. Granger asked, pointing to the number '27', and Hermione looked up and said, "That's the number of papers cited in the Yearbook, marked with an asterisk below."

"Number of papers cited?" Mrs Granger blinked in confusion, looking down to find the note at the bottom of the page, "...because the first compilation of the Yearbook deliberately covers the period from 1992 to 1996 that was published in this book. Number of papers cited in the book."

She felt more confused. It's not that you can't read the text above, but - "You published 27 papers?"

She exchanged glances with her husband, and Mr Granger said with interest: "Haven't had time to ask - I read in the Daily Prophet that the number was 42, but our clever and rebellious daughter told her Parents, it would be good to believe one-third of the above content..."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I'm talking about the prediction of the war situation. It's not that you don't know how many rumors I have refuted... The numbers are true, both. It's just that one is the total number of papers I have published, and the other only counts ancient times. Part of the Rune Realm."

"It says 'published and cited in this book'..." said Mrs. Granger hesitantly.

"Obviously, isn't it? Not all published papers will be cited, and summaries, for example, will not be very popular, because that's what the Yearbook does and does it better: summarise the past, examine Now, imagine the future..."

"Something like the medical yearbooks I've read," said Mr. Granger with interest.

"Almost," said Hermione.

Mrs Granger stopped on this page, her eyes constantly wandering, searching for a name she was familiar with, "Harry Potter, citing 6 papers, Ron Weasley... 4, eh? Luna Lowe Fgood, she's only fifteen years old, and the number of citations is five..."

"She writes a lot." Hermione snorted softly.

"What's the matter," Mrs. Granger said with a smile, "this 'Miss Love and Beauty' is your rival in school?"

"It's not!" Hermione blushed, but her mother laughed even more happily. She walked over angrily, turned a few pages of the thick yearbook, and said something in her mouth: "You really should watch... Part 1 Summary of important current affairs, papers and statistics, I remember she had excerpts from three papers... ah, here it is!"

Mrs Granger looked curiously at the title of the paper above:

"Re-engraving the disappearing magical beast with ancient rune... It sounds very professional."

Hermione pointed at the small print above, "This paper is unproven, it's just a conjecture, but it's highly innovative and has huge potential to be tapped... Mr. Hepp gives a high evaluation..." She pouted as she spoke. .

"Isn't this just a magical conjecture? I don't quite understand... Maybe it's analogous to a scientific conjecture?" Mr. Granger asked with a smile.

"Okay, I just..." Hermione said in frustration, she couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "Even if it is a magical animal, why is it a snoring beast? Obviously the subject is so grand, covering the magical Animals, ancient runes, Patronus charms, even ghosts..."

"ghost?"

...

"No, it's the soul!" Xenophilius said in the garden of a house like a cart in the hills outside the village of Autry San Cachipol. Marshmallow-white hair fell on his shoulders, and he displayed a gold chain around his neck: "What a wonderful coincidence! I wore the Deathly Hallows emblem, and my daughter told me about the resurrection stone prophecy."

"Didn't you study sapper magic, Dad?" Luna said, repairing the house for the goblins.

"Oh no . I got it, but that doesn't matter, it's all about youth...their prophecies are great."

"Yes, I've been looking forward to a big party," Luna said happily.

"Party?" Xenophilius was confused.

"I saw in a fire divination that many people fired fireworks into the sky..." Luna shook her head as if in a dream. "Oh, uh," Xenophilius stared, "could it have already happened? I heard that some people just made a meteor shower to celebrate the victory..."

"But they're completely different, and I think I'll be there," Luna said expectantly.

"Okay... let's get back to the point, Luna," Xenophilius said solemnly.

Luna nodded, staring intently at her father, the triangular eye logo adorned around his neck gleaming on his chest.

"First of all, this matter needs to be kept secret—"

"Can I tell Ginny?"

"Of course, you are friends."

"Where's Harry? And Ron, Hermione, Neville..." Luna snapped her fingers, and Xenophilius said, "If they're trustworthy—yes, you can even form a squad, But don't be too arrogant, I don't want to hear that my daughter is looking for the resurrection stone in a big way, and some wishes will not work."

He hesitated for a moment, "To be honest, I don't know if I should tell you, after all, I don't have much hope..."

"What is it?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore wrote back and invited me for an interview... oh no no, don't be too excited, there are other contenders." But it didn't take long before they started preparing for the celebrations." Soup! Gordigan! Airship Lee!" Xenophilius exclaimed happily as he added various ingredients to the pot.

They end up with a cup of concentrated stuff.

"Don't mind me, you still have an interview," Luna said.

"Oh, thank you, daughter," Xenophilius wiped the corners of his eyes, "I won't leave you alone, and when the interview is successful, I'll take you to visit a very knowledgeable ghost who may be interested in your dissertation. Interested..." He said, and took a sip.

"How does it taste?" Luna asked curiously.

"It's okay," Xenophilius shook his head, smacking his lips. "Maybe there are too many airships, and the book says they are slightly poisonous, although I can't fully believe them, because they also have the effect of enhancing the acceptance of abnormal things. but……"

He rubbed his stomach and brought the "Ancient Rune Yearbook" over, "Let me see what they say about your paper, I should pick down the key points and ask Dumbledore..." He turned the pages, "Hey, why not? There are only introductions from puppet masters and pranksters..."

"You turned your head over, Dad," Luna said.

"No, I think it's fate, you see—" He pointed to the introduction of the chapter on the golem: "'golem' is just a concept, I don't want people to focus only on its materials and production methods Above, it can be anything that uses magic to aid us in our work, our lives, and our studies... lo and behold."

Not far from here, over a mountain, the Diggorys lived next to the Burrow, only a few hundred feet away from each other. The Diggory family moved in under the influence of the war, and they help each other with the Weasleys.

"Your child is very good, Mr. Diggory."

Qiu Zhang's father's praise and Mr. Diggory's hearty laughter came from the beautiful and tidy house.

Cedric and Qiu Zhang couldn't stand the scrutiny and atmosphere in the room, so they ran out to breathe, and the two whispered as they walked.

"They're really... anxious," Qiu Zhang said angrily. She looked at Cedric and said hesitantly, "You...really don't plan to join the Ministry of Magic?" Cedric shook his head slightly, "I Already rented a store in Diagon Alley."

"Diagon Alley?" Qiu Zhang said disappointedly, "I thought you would choose Hogsmeade." She still has one year to graduate.

Cedric smiled brightly: "Don't worry, I won't forget the Hogsmeade weekend, I chose Diagon Alley because Fred, George and Sword Castle were all there, doing research It's easy to come... Do you remember the disposable space capsule? I think it has potential, and it matches my golem well."

They walked into an old garage.

Fred and George were squatting on the ground and studying something, "Why are they here, didn't you say they are busy opening a branch?" Qiu Zhang asked in a low voice. "Caught back by Mrs. Weasley," Cedric whispered as well.

The twins, with their backs to them, looked up, "I think I heard someone speak ill of us."

"I'm just telling the truth..." Cedric shrugged, "How's the pygmy puddle going?"

"It's all going well, except getting a little more stupid," Fred said with a sigh.

"Maybe it's an advantage, you know, witches like silly things," George said, and Qiu Zhang gave him a look. "Oh, sorry, I meant pets." After a while, Qiu Zhang's arms and shoulders were full of pale pink and purple fluff balls, chirping and like F. What Reid and George said didn't look very smart.

George gave Cedric a look that meant: Look, I was right.

Cedric laughed.

"Ginny likes these little guys, too," Fred said. "How's the new store?"

"Opening in a few days," Cedric said. "In addition to some of the previous finished products, I also made a shape-shifting smoke."

"Take it out and see!" said Fred and George in unison.

Cedric took a teacup out of his pocket, shook it vigorously for a while, and then poured out the mouth of the cup, and a plume of liquid smoke came out, like some kind of growing cluster of crystals that covered the entire work. tower.

"They're actually a whole, and you'll find it easier to do Transfiguration on them, like this."

Cedric waved his wand, and the crystal clusters of smoke easily condensed into various shapes. "With a certain strength, you can turn it into a chair, a simple tent, or a variety of small animals, even first- and second-grade students can easily handle it."

At last they saw a lifelike Hogwarts castle.

"Transfiguration has to know enough about what to transform, and this smoke can help," Cedric said hesitantly. "So it's really a tool for learning Transfiguration."

"Probably more," said Fred, putting it on his shoulder. "This thing is very useful..."

In the evening, the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden.

Felix sat in the dimly lit auditorium and listened to a piano recital.

François Crutoy performed flawlessly, and when the curtain call came, there was thunderous applause. Although his face was calm, he was already moved to tears. When the audience left the stage one by one, they were still immersed in the atmosphere created by the sound of the piano.

The camera flash lit the stage very brightly, and the microphone was handed up.

"Mr. Crutoy, can I ask what the goddesses and angels in your song refer to? Or is it your yearning for a better life?"

"Do you have a new understanding of religion?"

Crutoy narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to see a familiar face offstage, and Felix smiled at him.

"Mr. Crutoy?"

"Oh," Crutoy pondered, staring at the empty seat, "the two songs refer to the same thing. If you have to say different things, maybe one is what you see and the other is what you think."

"When grief comes, I hope that each of us can meet an angel."

...

Harry received the supplementary book list and the Quidditch team captain badge in the letter before the last week of school. Harry read it repeatedly for a while, and was very excited.

"Anything to buy?" Sirius asked. "Yes!" Harry lowered his head and stared at the book list. He read it twice before saying in surprise, "Sixth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts, "Encounter with Faceless Monsters"—"

"Ah, that book is quite famous," said Sirius.

"And—" Harry swallowed.

"What else?" Sirius raised his head suspiciously.

"There are three more books, 'Muggle Struggle: A Million Years Ago', 'How Muggles Think', and 'Magic' in the Muggle World."

"Are you sure you're right?" Sirius almost fell off his chair.

"No," said Harry.

Sirius rubbed his chin, "It sounds like that new professor is a crazy admirer of Felix."