Chapter 645： success or failure

The new semester starts, Dean and Seamus are back, Harry is the happiest person, he finally does not have to face the deadly silent dormitory alone,

And began to look forward to the arrival of the first night.

As a result, after the dinner that day, Harry was called to Professor Hepp's office to add emotional nourishment to the Ouroboros in classroom 7. After once again witnessing the intimidating and beautiful giant ouroboros swallowing his stag Patronus, Harry asked Professor Hepp, "Is... Riddle okay?"

He didn't know if Tom Riddle had learned the Patronus Charm. Harry couldn't bear the strangeness in his heart when he thought that this matter had something to do with him.

"It depends on how you define it." Felix said: "He's on the right path, but if you ask him himself, he probably won't be happy and may even lose his temper."

"Professor, do you really think he can get better?"

At least Harry didn't believe it, he felt that instead of unnecessarily expecting Voldemort, he might as well say to the Ouroboros Patronus, do it well,

You have a great responsibility.

"Good or bad is a comparison, I just hope he's not too bad."

"Does it work? I mean... to me," Harry faltered, trying not to think about the fact that he was a Horcrux too.

It made him feel dirty.

"It's hard to say, Harry, it's really hard to say." Felix hesitated for a while, "Memory is nothing compared to a real soul, I've been trying to help Riddle grow up, but... you know we still have Two intact Horcruxes?" He changed the question.

"Locket, gold cup," said Harry.

"That's right, there are two pieces of Voldemort's remnant soul hidden in it, I hope Riddle can absorb a small piece of soul before merging with the soul of the main body,

Or all. "Memory needs a carrier to function," Felix said. "

Harry was shocked by the bold idea, but even with little knowledge of Horcruxes, he could hear how difficult the plan was to implement.

"What if..."

"Then I will suggest that Dumbledore be completely sealed and use all means to turn Voldemort into an idiot." Felix said grimly: "Unless Dumbledore has another way, or wait a few decades and I am completely sure again, otherwise."

He looked at Harry, and Harry understood immediately that if what the professor said happened, he might live forever with a piece of Voldemort's soul, and it wouldn't be over until the day he died.

Harry was almost certain of this, because Voldemort once made a living Horcrux to use a boa constrictor, and in the end that piece of soul dissipated with the boa constrictor's death.

Harry trudged back to the dormitory.

His own death would destroy Voldemort's hopes of life, he said to himself. But if you can survive, who wants to die? He still has so many ties, he hasn't seen the wedding of Sirius and Ms. Burns, they may have children, and Lupin and Tonks, and he may be the godfather to some child, and Ginny , Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna...

Thinking of this, it seems that it is not unacceptable to have a piece of Voldemort's soul hidden in his mind. Harry returned to the dormitory and saw Ron and Neville staring directly at him. He was startled, and subconsciously alerted the other two. The bed, Dean and Seamus were already asleep.

"Hey." Ron and Neville looked at Harry ingratiatingly, and consciously put tape around their mouths.

Harry raised his wand blankly.

The next day, the sixth graders received word that the twelve-week Apparition class had begun.

In the common room, almost all the students who met the requirements signed up, crowded in front of the notice to sign their names, in the corner of the common room, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together and saw Neville, Dean and West Mo You came back with a smile.

"Harry, there's a small piece of Scotch tape stuck to the corner of your mouth." Ginny said happily, pulling it off for Harry, and Ron subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't you going?" Ginny asked again, looking at the people coming back from the bulletin board, "Oh, I forgot, you were able to do it last year. I remember that Ministry of Magic teacher...what's his name—Ross, Rocky?"

"Wicky Techcross," said Hermione.

"It's him," Ginny said casually, leaning her head on Harry's shoulder. "Didn't he promise to help you get your certificates ahead of time?"

"Obviously, someone broke their promise," said Ron Dusang.

"Oh--" Ginny straightened up and stared at him for a while, "I think you mentioned it a few times, but you won't say anything after Easter."

"Remember," Ron looked at her indignantly. "Since you have such a good memory, you should know that I don't want to see my sister sticking with others, even if that person is my best friend—one"

"You can find someone else too," Ginny retorted.

"Who?" Ron asked warily.

When Ginny looked up, Harry and Ron looked at the direction her chin was pointing at the same time, and a girl was looking in this direction. "Lavender?"

Ron exclaimed, "What does it have to do with her?"

Ginny gave him a sympathetic look, leaving him with a haughty profile, "Fool," she said clearly, and Ron flushed.

Harry immediately recognized the danger signal - Ron's ears turned red, he grabbed the figure flashing in front of him, and couldn't wait to ask:

"How?"

Seamus slumped down on the arm of Harry's sofa with a blank look on his face.

"Ouch what? Hey," he seemed to be mistaken, and said seriously: "I think it can be done, and now I have become proficient in the appearance of the follower. This summer, my mother asked my cousin Figo to take me to practice - the current situation It's not stable yet, and people want to prepare as much as possible.

"I know," Harry continued, "like the Infernal Illumination that was all the rage at one time."

"That's right," Seamus said excitedly, "Mum said she was exhausted during that time, but she only learned Illumination, and she couldn't learn the Bright Fire Spell - it was too difficult for her. ," he whispered to Harry, "Figo gave me some extra guidance—I mean Apparition, and there were times when I felt like I was dangling into cotton, indicating that I was very close to success. It's close, isn't it?"

"Maybe you can do it in your first class," Harry said from his own experience.

"It could also be a split." Ron said with a smile, and Seamus' face turned pale after he finished speaking. Ron hurriedly tried to remedy, "I mean

—Actually, the split is not a big deal, there is a professor on the scene, except for some pain-"

Judging from Seamus' expression, his words did not have much consolation effect.

Harry shrugged, looked at Ron and Hermione, and said, "Let's go, we'd better sign up too, just in case class isn't allowed...

In the corridor on the second floor, Felix came to Professor McGonagall's office to discuss the weather of Animagus. He planned to make a limited confession of the fact that he could summon a 'storm of thunder and lightning'.

The door was closed, and it opened with a slight push, and he heard voices inside.

"Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Knoll, Hogwarts is currently not accepting senior transfer students... We do have exchange programs with Ilvermorny, Vagado, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, But it was put on hold because of the war, and it was an inter-school collaboration, not for private use... yes, that's what Headmaster Dumbledore meant too."

Felix pushed the door open, and Professor McGonagall was facing him, talking to a middle-aged couple. He was a little surprised. He had just heard the surname 'Noel' and thought it was an old woman dressed up, but the result was different from what he thought.

"I'm sorry. Will come again," said the man hoarsely.

They didn't bother much, got up and left, Felix passed them by, and saw an angular face with impressive blue-green eyes.

"Oh, Felix," said Professor McGonagall from behind his desk, looking relieved.

"What happened to that family?" Felix asked casually, sitting on the sofa.

"I came from the United States, and I plan to move to the UK to settle down. I hope that my children can study here for the last six months." Professor McGonagall said: "I have been grinding with me for a long time. This family is quite stubborn."

"Can't wait for half a year?"

"I also find it strange that they say it's not very stable over there..." Professor McGonagall said, and they spent the rest of their time discussing the weather.

When Felix showed her interest, she laughed unexpectedly.

"I do intend to ask Dumbledore for help. No, it's not a storm but the next full moon. The Mandrake blades that have fully reacted with saliva must receive pure moonlight, but the weather has been a little cloudy recently." Professor McGonagall said seriously. "If it fails because of the weather, I doubt those students would have the patience to do it all over again.

Despite her serious tone, Felix could still hear that she was in high spirits, which may have something to do with the recent papers published by Snape and Professor Bubagi. The dean of the college is usually very competitive.

Now Professor McGonagall is more active than in the beginning,

Two weeks passed in a blink of an eye, and it was the night of the full moon again. 'The students of the Anima Gesban were gathered and walked towards the edge of a remote forbidden forest. Felix brought some candles from the auditorium and let them float in the air. The faint flames kept jumping, just like the mood of the students who were trudging deep and shallow in the darkness at the moment.

After nearly a month, only 11 of the 23 students were left, which was less than half of the original, but Professor McGonagall was very satisfied.

She admitted that this situation was the only thing she had ever seen in her teaching career, and the group finally arrived at their destination.

She turned her back to the forbidden forest and faced the students. Opened in ankle-length ice and snow.

"Come forward in order—a Weasley, you're first. Come on, get your hands off of it," said Professor McGonagall sternly, and Ron did as he did with a sullen face.

"Your leaf is missing a corner, so it doesn't qualify."

"Isn't it? It's almost there," said Ron desperately.

"No, unless you're ready for a horn on your chest," said Professor McGonagall regretfully. "Next! Hannah Abbott.

—" A ruddy witch with two large braids stumbled out of the crowd and showed her her share of mandrakes to examine.

"You're qualified," said Professor McGonagall softly.

Hannah burst into tears, tears flowing uncontrollably, but her hands remained steady. Neville helped her to the side while the inspection continued.

"Cormac McLaggen, unqualified."

"Susan Burns, unqualified."

"Draco Malfoy, pass."

"Ernie McMillan, unqualified."

Soon it was Harry's turn. He spit out the mandrake blade from his mouth and carefully wiped the saliva on it with his sleeve. For a moment, he felt that something was missing in his mouth. He saw Ron's face in alarm. Stiffly crumpled the mandrake into a ball.

"The loser has a second chance. But if you give up, there's nothing left." Professor McGonagall glared at Ron and said, "Potter one."

Harry held his breath and stepped forward. The feet didn't seem to obey. Professor McGonagall didn't speak. She leaned in and pushed the square glasses. Harry stared at the jumping candlelight reflected on the glasses and suddenly forgot how to breathe. .

It seemed like a lifetime had passed, and Professor McGonagall's voice came from far away, "Meet the requirements, qualified!" Harry was dizzy for a while. Hermione was in line behind him, and her face was pale and nervous at the moment, pinching her arm, until she heard the pass from Professor McGonagall before panting quickly and walking to the side, sobbing softly.

Those students who have failed long ago are the ones who feel the most sympathy - after all, they all suffered the same way, but it must be admitted that those who have not been declared failures until now are undoubtedly the worst. After the inspection, only Harry, Hermione, Hannah, Neville, Draco, and two seventh graders met the requirements and were allowed to proceed to the next level of study.

Harry raised his head and looked at the full moon. Every successful student here has paid a huge price, especially the psychological pressure. Near the last few days, Neville didn't sleep, his eyes were scarlet, and Hermione was sick all day. Don't answer any more questions and don't want to talk.

Hannah Abbott was on the verge of collapse several times, and was the most diligent of all of them looking for Neville to experience the Daydream Curse.

As for himself - the name of Gryffindor's 'Ghost Captain' is very loud recently, and he speaks in a soft voice with an amplifying spell, not only the players, but even the audience in the stands can't stop getting goosebumps.

Professor McGonagall began to hand out crystal vials, filled them with saliva, and put the mandrake blades in. Hannah's hands were shaking so badly that she nearly knocked over the bottle several times. Stones and branches turned into small square tables.

The rest of the people don't just stand, they all come around, if you still want to continue learning Animagos Transfiguration, you will use it one day. ' cried Professor McGonagall.

The students came over to observe, those who were judged unqualified on the spot were hit so hard that Harry didn't have time to comfort the lost Ron,

Follow Professor McGonagall's instructions in order to add a hair of one's own hair, and a teaspoon of dew from a place without sunlight or human contact for seven full days (courtesy of Professor Hepp).

When the seven students completed the final step of putting the grimace hawkmoth fly into the crystal vial, Professor McGonagall instructed them to screw in the cork and find a quiet, dark place to hide it.

"It's the edge of the Forbidden Forest," Felix explained. "Find a place you can remember and bury the bottle. I suggest you dig deep so you don't get caught by wild animals."

The seven students went deep into the Forbidden Forest step by step. Professor McGonagall waited for their backs to disappear from sight before turning around and saying to the remaining students, "Students who still want to try come forward to get new Mandela blades. , the school will supply it twice for free.”

After half an hour, the leaders came back.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly lowered her clenched fist.

"As of today, no one is allowed to come near to see-"

"Also, despite what you already know, I'll repeat: for the next period of time, each of you should do the following at sunrise and sunset, point the tip of your wand at your heart, and say the incantation: Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus.'

"If all goes well, at some point you will feel a second heartbeat after chanting the mantra, sometimes it will be stronger than the original heartbeat, accompanied by palpitations and palpitations; sometimes it will be very weak. This is normal, Be sure to keep reciting the mantra, you can't save it once, but you must report it to the teacher immediately after that."

"Did you hear clearly?"

Professor McGonagall looked at everyone solemnly, "I'm not joking." The seven people in the center of sight nodded again and again. "Very good," she said, showing a smile, "you are very close to success, I don't want any of you to fail. You can go back first, I told Filch, Let him leave the door for you."

"Professor? What about you?"

"Me and Felix will put vigilance magic around."

After all this, the two professors returned to the castle. Felix did not return to his office, but knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Felix?" asked Dumbledore in his pajamas and glasses, looking up.

"Riddle got a little stunned, and he began to take the initiative to contact the advanced dark magic." Felix said briefly: "I can't change his mind.

- Either plan ahead or let me destroy this personality and start over. But that takes more time. "

"I see."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, took two Horcruxes from the drawer and handed them to Felix. When Dumbledore was alone in the office, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily.

The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black hanging on the wall said in a slick voice, "I don't know what's the hurry, Dumbledore,

That kid's proposal is actually a good one. "

"I don't expect you to see that either, Phineas," Dumbledore replied, hesitating, "but it has to be fast, Harry doesn't have much time left."

Fox, standing on a perch, buried his head in his wings, snoring softly,

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