Chapter 629： Detention

In Defense Against the Dark Arts, the students move.

Tables were piled into the corners, leaving a large space in the middle. For the next few minutes, the classroom was a mess, and everyone didn't want to be the man with the wand pointed at the back of the head. Harry and Ron pushed each other for a long time. In the end, Ron won with height and physical strength, and Harry was pushed to the front. , Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Neville standing beside him with his mouth pouted, as if he was going to the execution ground.

"Prepare - the students in the front row cast a Sensation Charm on themselves -"

Harry didn't care to look at the others, he pointed his wand at himself and whispered a spell. In an instant, his senses became extremely sharp, and countless details that he had ignored before flooded in. Harry was no stranger to this spell. He quickly blocked unnecessary details and tried his best to catch the threat from behind him. Gradually, he 'saw' something, and behind him a faint blob of light appeared, it was Ron's wand, and there was something foggy around the tip of the wand.

It occurred to Harry that in the first few lessons, Professor Bagshot had scoffed that their spellcasting was as conspicuous to some as yelling in their ears'.

Harry clenched his wand involuntarily, his nerves tense, for fear that Ron had forgotten the professor's request and fired the spell.

This is not unfounded. There are already students who can't control their magic and cause their companions to suffer. Those spell arcs are like sparks flashing in the dark in Harry's eyes. "The losing group switches places on their own," Grindelwald said calmly, turning a blind eye to the students who exchanged places with menacing glances. Seamus was trying his best to apologize to Dean in a low voice, saying that he didn't mean it, but Dean, who was scorched, just sneered at him. Draco Malfoy froze in place with a frown, looking at Bryce who was limping towards him with a guilty conscience.

Shabini.

For the next few minutes, the classroom was in chaos. When it was their turn, the students who were unlucky enough to be recruited before turned their backs. All kinds of little curses were flying all over the sky, and there were screams of pain everywhere. "Keep quiet, some minor injuries don't matter." Grindelwald said lightly.

His eyesight was amazing, except for a pair of students who were out of control with their odd-shaped heads being called out, everyone else continued to practice tremblingly.

At present, only Harry and Ron, and Neville and Hermione remain motionless. Hermione is famous for her ability to control magic. If the professor doesn't stop her, she can keep it up until the end of the get out of class. Neville, his hair stood on end with nervousness and overreacting,

Use the Iron Armor spell several times in vain.

Ron turned his head, and when he saw Draco Malfoy being hit straight by the Petrification Curse and falling face down on the ground, he laughed out loud, and couldn't help but shake his wrist and "Watch out, Harry! ' Ron growled suddenly. He didn't need to remind him, Harry had already noticed that the magic power wrapped around the tip of Ron's wand had changed, and at this time he completely forgot his half-baked Silent Charm and shouted, "Armor! "

An invisible solid wall instantly took shape.

Harry's Iron Armor Curse was so powerful that seven or eight students around were pushed away, and the classroom instantly turned over. Harry opened his eyes and saw Neville pinning Justin down, the two of them moaning "Ouch oops", and he hurriedly stepped forward to help them up. Until this time, Grindelwald walked over slowly and lifted the various curse effects on the students one by one.

"Continue after a ten-minute break," he said calmly.

"It sucks." Ron grinned as the students came out of the classroom an hour later. "The class is so messed up, and the professor doesn't care about it." He also had strange bruises on his arms, like With a whip, that's what Ernie McMillan's stinging spell does.

Harry was silent. The way he walks is strange, as if he can't use his strength. After the break, Professor Bagshot asked them to rotate their opponents. He used his Sensation spell well and blocked the spells behind him several times, but in the last five minutes of the class, he had not waited for Draco Malfoy behind him. There was a movement, and a spell came out of nowhere and hit Harry directly. After that, Draco also accidentally missed,

The two Soft Leg Charms stack up, making Harry's legs as soft as noodles.

Hermione straightened her hair angrily, and the thing had now become like a devil's vine, tangled into a furry mass, and even if Hermione looked at the mirror made by her wand for a long time, she couldn't figure it out.

"Professor Bagshot would have liked that!" she said sharply.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Think about it," she said. "What does he want?"

"Training us to use Psychic Charms to spot dangers from the dark," Harry said, and then something came to his senses. "You mean he did it on purpose? Deliberately not maintaining order? How could this be…"

"How can practice be effective in actual combat?" Hermione said blankly. At this time, several junior wizards passed by them, covering their mouths and pointing at her, which made her temper even worse. In the end she left Harry and Ron and went back to the girls' dormitory.

"Don't you still have an arithmetic and divination class?"

"Let me walk around with a ball of wool? Never!" Hermione exclaimed angrily. "I hate Daphne Greengrass!" She ran away, leaving Harry and Ron looking at each other, Ron Frankly speaking to Harry: "She's very accurate, she does look like a ball of yarn, and I think Crookshanks inspired her."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny suddenly appeared.

She stretched out her hand and dragged Luna, who had a dismayed face, over, as if to prevent her from getting lost. "Hello." Luna greeted with a somewhat ethereal voice, her eyes chasing Hermione's leaving back, obviously very interested.

Harry's face was hot, and he suddenly remembered the time he had spent with Ginny in Lady Padrefer's Teahouse, as if it had passed by in a flash, and he was already looking forward to the next Hogsmeade weekend. came.

"Well," Ginny's voice was suddenly mosquito-like, her cheeks flushed, "Ha, Harry, Luna has something to tell you, Luna?"

Luna is chatting with Ron. "I love Hermione's new hairstyle," she said. "I just don't know if it's going to be a hassle."

"Oh, it's easy, you just need to master the knotting spell," Ron replied.

"Luna!" Ginny called.

"Oh," Luna said, coming back to her senses, "I want to ask you a favor."

"No problem," said Harry, looking at Luna, surprised to find that this eccentric girl had new ornaments, her hair, neck, and wrists with hair accessories made of colorful stones, Bracelets and necklaces, Harry felt, these things would not be too conspicuous only when worn on Luna, probably because her own temperament was already very prominent.

"I want to learn a Parseltongue," Luna said.

"Okay-what?" Harry shouted, and Ron, who was blushing as he asked Ginny, turned his head around awkwardly, as if he was the one with the Knotting Curse. He had an incredible look on his face, but Ginny was very calm, as if she had known about it for a long time, her eyes twitched.

"Parsel-mouth," said Luna, who seemed to have mistaken Harry for not listening, deliberately speaking at a high speed and lip-synching.

"Oh, Luna, I know what Parseltongue is," said Harry with a headache. "I mean... well, which one do you want to learn?" He actually already had that in mind when he asked the question. hunch.

"Tu-on." Luna said again in a very slow voice.

Harry's heart sank.

Open. This is the key to the Slytherin Chamber, the two of them want to go to the Chamber! Harry didn't think he could guess wrong, and he stared at Ginny, who had already turned her head away and glanced at Harry secretly from the corner of her eye.

Harry was in trouble, and more importantly, he still didn't know why Luna suddenly wanted to go to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, was it because of what Ginny said? He could only fool the past temporarily, "Well, I have to think about it carefully, there are ancient runes in the afternoon... Cough, I mean potions class..."

Luna stared at him for a while, "Okay, so this weekend, okay?

Harry nodded sullenly.

Luna jumped away. Ginny also wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but was left behind by Harry, and he wanted to find out what was going on. Ginny looked dejected, and they walked all the way to the lounge, "We tried a lot of things, asking Fred and George about secret passages, finding centaurs Firenze for divination, and advertising in the "Mystery Wall" tabloid. That's how Luna's pebble came from, she actually likes it!"

"Don't change the subject," said Harry.

Ginny rolled his eyes at him and whispered, "Okay...for the resurrection stone."

When Hermione came back from the numeracy and divination class, she saw Harry, Ron and Ginny gathered together with expressionless faces in a serious atmosphere, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong?" She thought about it for a while. What happened two days ago, he said, "Aren't you still struggling with Carlotta Pinkstone?"

"Worse than that. Hermione," said Ron sternly. "We shouldn't have much chance of seeing Carlotta Pinkstone herself, unless you count the three Chocolate Frog cards under my trunk. To be honest, I have long since forgotten about her."

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked curiously.

When Ginny whispered about her and Luna's efforts to find the resurrection stone during this period of time, Harry, who had already heard it once, was inevitably distracted, and he began to think about the feasibility of this matter. When he first heard it, he was indeed somewhat Angry because he, Ron, and Hermione nearly died there in second grade—even though it turned out later that they were safe with three professors nearby!

In addition, the basilisk is dead. It is estimated that the materials on the body have been divided up and used by the professors. The finger of the Ouroboros in the Rune Club is made of basilisk scales, and Snape has published several high-quality articles. research paper.

As for the hidden dangers - Harry believed that Professor Hepp and Headmaster Dumbledore would not let it go, so in theory it was safe there.

Harry's attitude began to sway.

After the potions class in the afternoon, Harry declined Slughorn's invitation again, "I'm going to Professor Bagshot's office tonight to do my homework." He said happily, with some hope in his heart. Professor Laghorn could fight for him, so he deliberately didn't use 'quidditch training' as an excuse.

But Professor Slughorn just rolled his eyes a few times, "It's him, I don't know him very well, and I always think this person is very..." He stared for a long time without finding an adjective. The gold button on the top, and muttered uneasily, "What a pity, isn't it? We have to look for another chance."

So at eight o'clock in the evening, Harry knocked on the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's door full of resentment.

"Come in, Harry," said Grindelwald.

"Sir, let me explain the mistakes I made in my thesis," said Harry, turning his eyes away from Grindelwald, only to accidentally see an open gift box on the table, which he found familiar.

Grindelwald grinned.

"Think I don't think I'm going back to the old days? Harry, I'm not going to criticize you, yes, there are some points in your paper that seem very... naive, but it's not your fault. I'll never forget that afternoon, when you reached out to me Help. Not everyone would help an unaccompanied old man. I appreciate it, Harry."

Harry was visibly taken aback.

"I, in fact... just..." he said falteringly.

"Be kind." Grindelwald said softly: "I went to you a few times, and I was selfish... I wanted to inquire more about Hogwarts, so as to save my chances for the interview. I heard your uncle and aunt by chance. How did you treat you, you were mean, and several times I wanted to rush in and ask them out loud, why did they treat their relatives like this, just because you are a wizard?"

Harry's eyes turned red.

"Sir," he whispered, "I'm used to it, and when I'm an adult, I'll move out."

Grindelwald patted Harry on the shoulder, "I completely understand your embarrassment, even if I ask you to fight back appropriately—this is your right—you gave up because of the kindness in your heart—"

"I can't do magic outside of school," Harry whispered. He suddenly thought of Dudley.

"We all know that's just an excuse. If a wizard wants revenge, there are countless ways to make them suffer. It's your kindness that forgives them, even if they're not grateful for it, but it's not your fault." "It's not your fault," Grindelwald emphasized.

Harry wiped his eyes.

"I was a saint, boy," said Grindelwald.

"Holy, what? Sir?"

"Saints," said Grindelwald. "Do you know Grindelwald? His followers are called saints, but the word 'followers' is not the right word because everyone wants to change the wizarding world. Dreams come together."

"I-I haven't heard much..." Harry said in shame, his eyes suddenly widening, "Wait! Grindelwald? I thought about it." He tried to recite a passage, "Dumbledore's well-known contribution. Including: Beat Eleven in 1945"

"One by one, the dark wizard Grindelwald." Grindelwald showed his white teeth and said with an indifferent smile: "This is the impression he left on the world. It is recorded on the chocolate frog card, not alone, but as a One of the greatest wizarding feats of our time."

Harry didn't know what to say and was in a mess. He tried to sort out the explosive information he had just obtained: Professor Bagshot was once a saint and a follower of the dark wizard Grindelwald, no, it should be said that he was an ideologue, so Professor Bagshot hated Muggles?

He felt he had found the reason.

Grindelwald looked at Harry calmly. Then he took out his wand, pressed it against his forehead, and pulled a silver filament from the tip of the wand.

"Professor?" Harry whispered.

"Shh." Grindelwald raised his fingers, he swung the wand in his hand vigorously, the silver wire was thrown into the air, and then a picture hung in the office.

It seemed to be a party. A middle-aged wizard walks onto the stage, he doesn't look like a wizard, but a rock star. Harry thought.

Then came the empty, frenzied cheers in the picture, where the crowd was full of people, and Harry inexplicably thought of the scene of his own Quidditch championship.

In the picture, the crowd quiets down, and the person in the center of the stage starts to give a speech. Harry is surprised to find that one of his eyes is silver.

"They say I hate non-wizards, Muggles, No-Majes, Mormons." Harry looked at Grindelwald, he didn't know what the last word meant. "Different accounts of non-magical people," said Grindelwald simply. Harry nodded, and looked halfway up again.

I don't hate them. I don't hate I don't fight for hate. I don't think Muggles are a lower class, but a different class. Not worthless, but of some other kind of value. Not to be disposed of freely, but to be treated specially. "

The person in the picture paused and continued.

"Magic blooms only in a very few souls. It will only be granted to those who pursue a higher cause. What kind of world will we create for all mankind! What we want is freedom and truth -" said the The man suddenly looked out of the screen, looking at Harry, as if he was talking to him.

"More love."

Harry was flabbergasted, and couldn't help swallowing. At this time, the picture disappeared, and he felt unfulfilled.

"Any more?" he asked.

"Sorry," said Grindelwald, "I shouldn't have shown you this, I had promised Dumbledore that it might get in trouble for me.

But an old friend found me last week and brought back some memories. ' he said, glancing at the gift box Harry had noticed.

A moment of silence.

"The person in the picture is Grindelwald?" Harry asked after a while.

That's right. Grindelwald smiled. "Okay, leave him alone, boy." I have to remind you that he's a dark wizard who has had a lot of demonstrations and some people have died... Let's get back to your thesis and after those little issues are dealt with, we can talk about magic.

"You can see that you are very talented."

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