Chapter 660： blood alliance

"Today is a practical class."

Felix said standing on the podium. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of wooden jars appeared in the air, and these wooden jars were floating in the air. Then he waved his hand again, and the space in the classroom began to expand in all directions, widening to half the size of the auditorium in the blink of an eye.

The students exchanged excited looks and whispered to each other. .

Then, a quaint tome appeared in Felix's hands. He opened the first page, and a flood of ancient runes with bright colors poured out from the book, each half an inch in size. Like some kind of tiny flying creatures entangled and connected, like a long unrolled scroll, and like a long ornate carpet—just not woven with thread, but made of rune .

Felix and the students silently looked at the rune that surrounded them like a wall for a while, and then said:

"Some of these runes are special, they can't blend well with the characters around you, all you have to do is pick them out - a test of both your eyesight and your technique, because a little carelessness will destroy nearby structures If you successfully pick one, you will add one point. You can use the chestnut wood cans to store the extra rune symbols. The final score is related to the length of your homework today, let’s start.”

"Oh, yes, no wand. This will be the norm for future practice classes."

The students stepped forward one after another to choose their favorite jars, while Felix himself sat on the soft chair, recalling the academic conference that had just ended.

There were many people present, from all over the world. According to the original plan, the evening party on the first day was like taking the wind out of the dust. Real people don't match up.

Therefore, someone must act as a host, and the best candidate in Felix's mind is naturally Slughorn. The old professor was like a duck to water, and the smile on his face never stopped after the whole party.

The Tonks also came.

They stopped for a long time in front of the huge booth. In fact, they didn't quite understand what these people were discussing, and they couldn't accurately distinguish the meaning of the rune sequence frozen by Felix's magic, but every time they heard the exclamations of experts in their ears, the position in their hearts Just shake a point.

The hall on the first floor of the Sword Castle was overcrowded, and they searched for the figure of their daughter. At last they found her beside a wide column,

Lupin, who was beside him, had a calm expression on his face, but his heart was very excited. He remembered Felix's promise-like speech: With the invention of the wolf poison potion, new theories will emerge one after another, and the werewolves will be better off.

To a certain extent, these words have indeed come true. In just the past two years, improved formulations of the wolf's poison potion have appeared, and the cost has been greatly reduced; the Ministry of Magic has also passed legislation that any registered werewolf can enjoy a discount on the purchase of the wolf's poison potion.

As a result, a considerable number of werewolves chose to be neutral during the war.

But none of this was more heartening to him than what he had heard earlier in the evening, that Lupin had learned of Felix's two solutions—ancient magic that would harness the transformation of a werewolf; and Deep human metamorphosis in which the internal structure of the body is deformed together—both ways he hopes to do, and the latter can even temporarily turn him into a real human, which means he can have a very healthy child.

God knows how ecstatic he was when he heard the news.

In fact, werewolf symptoms are not 100% inherited to future generations, but for Lupin, this is equivalent to waiting for God's judgment. He has been tortured by werewolf for decades, and he can't bear this uncertainty.

There was an episode on the day of the dinner.

Lucius Malfoy made a high-profile appearance with his wife. The couple were gorgeously dressed and promised to donate 50,000 Galleons generously for a good cause. This has brought many people who live abroad and are not politically sensitive around him to listen to him talk about his son Draco's "healer dream".

This effect... not bad.

The paper said, "Hermione looked carefully at the luminous scroll in front of her, they were like tight bricks fit together,

He said, "More than 200 people were present, all of them experts in the fields of potions, healing and alchemy, as well as officials from the Ministry of Magic of different countries."

She put her right hand on the rune wall and easily took off a glowing ancient rune.

"It's a big deal," said Harry in admiration.

"But the strange thing is that the host of the press conference is Professor Slughorn." Hermione said.

"It's not surprising," said Ron, who saw that Harry had also successfully taken down an ancient rune, and eagerly reached for the glittering wall, "we all know he's good at this, think about it Who can deliver a heartfelt eulogy in the face of a giant, hideous spider corpse? Oh, no."

He groaned, trying to stuff the ancient runes he took down, but it was too late, and a dozen or so runes in front of him flashed dangerous red lights.

"boom!"

Ron was overwhelmed by the black smoke, he covered his mouth and coughed, Harry and Hermione hurriedly ducked aside, almost pushing Neville against the wall. "I am sorry,

Neville! Harry said apologetically to Neville, who was rubbing his chin, with tears in his eyes. "It's okay. "

Ernie, who was on the side, didn't pay attention to this little accident at all, and kept saying to himself, "Justin has scored six points, I don't want to lose to him."

When the smoke cleared, Ron muttered to Harry and Hermione dissatisfiedly, "You ran so fast, I almost sprayed the leaves of mandrakes out, Hermione, you should remind me."

"The target you chose is right, but there is something wrong with the technique." Hermione pointed out his mistake, then flicked her fingers, dexterously took off a rune from the wall, and raised her hand towards him.

"Like this, use your own magic to stabilize the connection points around. We just need to pick out the characters that look discordant, so it's easier."

"I know," said Ron feebly. "My attention has been taken away, and we shouldn't be talking about Slughorn, let's just think about it." He paused, gritted his teeth like he was pulling blocks It's like taking down an ancient rune.

At the same time, a word came out of Harry's mouth: "Blood."

Hermione sucked in a breath, her fingers trembled, and a figurative character turned into pure magic, spreading out like smoke. "Watch out!"

She cried nervously, quickly condensed an ancient rune from her fingertips, and stuffed it back. The three carefully stared at the wall for a moment, until the red light above stopped flickering, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"This game is quite exciting." Ron said justly, he was in a better mood.

Hermione glanced left and right. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the movement made by Cormac McLaggen. She took the opportunity to lower her voice and said:

"I think it's better not to say it, especially when it comes to that person." She showed an incredible expression, as if she was about to scream in the next second, but she tried her best to restrain it.

"It's incredible, I mean the principal and...\"

Harry was silent, and took off the glowing characters from the wall, which he had seen from last week's Pensieve. At this point,

He couldn't hide it anymore. He was deeply involved and urgently needed someone to discuss it. The people he trusted most in the school were undoubtedly Ron and Hermione.

In the last lesson, Harry saw new, subversive memories.

Young Albus was in high spirits preparing for his graduation trip, but tragedy struck him in the blink of an eye. His mother tragically passed away from Ariana's uncontrollable magic, and he had to return home to take care of his younger siblings. Harry saw his pain and anxiety the whole time, and for the first time blamed Albus for showing impatience. Of course, the person in the memory can't refute it, but the owner of the memory can, but Dumbledore all acquiesced.

This made Harry feel a little regretful. Put another way, if he had to stay with the Dursleys as an adult, he would absolutely go crazy. But that's his own family after all, isn't it? But when he saw Albus forming a friendship with a young man, Harry was genuinely happy for him.

until he heard that name.

"Hello, my name is Gellert Grindelwald."

Harry suddenly remembered the letter he had read. His mother, Lily, mentioned in the letter to Sirius that Dumbledore and Grindelwald once had a good relationship, but perhaps due to space limitations, Lily did not mention it in the letter. And the cause and effect, but did not indicate the time. So when Harry heard the name from the blond boy in front of him, who was not much older than him, he seemed completely defenseless.

What followed was a large fragment of memory, but enough for Harry to realize how quickly their friendship was progressing, and he even read a few glowing letters from a bystander's point of view, in a sudden, deeply uncomfortable way. The way presented itself in front of me, Muggles, domination, government,

Army... These words appeared in front of his eyes like thorns, constantly poking at his heart.

But none of this compares to what appears in the barn.

Two men—two young men of great future fame—Dumbledore and Grindelwald, face to face with wands to cut open their palms, and then join hands together, blood mingled, dazzling light illuminating the two Young and solemn face.

Harry felt dizzy. Finally, when the fused, indistinguishable beads of blood were covered in a metal shell, he asked aloud what it was, and Dumbledore was speechless, telling Harry almost compulsively in a weak but strong voice It was the "Blood Alliance", and he and Grindelwald made a blood oath.

The class ended hastily, in the way Harry least wanted.

"Harry, Harry?" Ron called. "We're already behind, and I don't want to add two inches to my homework today."

"Understood." Harry muttered, busy but already made up his mind.

Before get out of class ended, the students lined up to be tested.

"Susan Burns, 52, well done, homework—one foot one; Anthony Goldstein, 47, one foot two; Millisenberg, 29, well, you need more Practice, or you won't be able to keep up with the content of the next stage. The homework is a foot and a half in length."

Felix commented casually, and the long queue gradually decreased.

Harry deliberately stood at the back, holding the chestnut jar, waiting for Ron and Hermione to walk away and step forward.

"Harry Potter, I look at 1159. It ranks pretty high, very good, and seven inches of homework."

Harry racked his brains and asked two questions, anxiously waiting for the other students to pack their bags and leave the classroom. Ron and Hermione knew what he was going to do, waved at him, and left first. Felix looked at him thoughtfully.

"It seems that your real problem cannot be heard by others."

"Well, yes...Professor, I want to ask what is a blood alliance?"

Felix showed a surprised expression.

He thought for a few seconds in his mind—a

"There are many contracts in the magic world, ranging from verbal agreements that have no binding effect to magic contracts. The most solemn and prudent type of contract is treated with care. Once signed, it cannot be violated. Because the cost of breaking it is too high."

"Dead?" Harry asked softly.

"...Yes, such as the Unbreakable Oath, and of course the blood alliance. It's just that the latter conditions are more stringent and only exist in legends."

"Why? Don't they have similar effects?" Harry asked in confusion. "Besides the number of people, the Unbreakable Oath needs a witness."

"I can say a lot of differences, like - like you said, an unbreakable oath takes three people," Felix said, and Harry blushed, feeling a little sluggish, completely ignoring the "many differences" the professor said. .

"But the most important thing is the content of the oath. The unbreakable oath is more flexible. I can swear that I will never eat chocolate frogs in my life.

You can also let yourself enter the door with your right foot from now on, no specific requirements. But the blood alliance is different. It has its own magical core, and there is no need to say the contract to abide by. This has a very serious impact. Can you find it, Harry? "

Harry tried his best to think, no need to swear...what does that mean? Don't waste your tongue? No, not this... wait, no language... no restrictions...

"The blood alliance will not be deceived by lies?" he blurted out.

Felix nodded with a smile.

"The unbreakable oath is closer to the word 'contract', so the content of the oath must be determined in words, words... can be teased, there are always loopholes to follow, as long as the final requirements are met. In other words, it controls It's your behavior, and there's a certain lag."

"In extreme cases, a person with a determination to die can sign any unbreakable, 'false' oath."

"But the blood alliance is not like that," Harry said excitedly. "It has a fixed content, which makes it impossible to be deceived by rhetoric. Two people must be absolutely sincere, even with the thought of breaking an oath." He looked confirmingly. Felix.

"You guessed it right, the blood alliance binds the heart, and any thought of trying to violate it will immediately lead to backlash."

"Then what is it about?" Harry asked impatiently Felix hesitated.

"As far as I know, they don't hurt each other."

"Can it be destroyed? I mean, a token of the blood alliance?" Harry continued to ask.

Felix glanced at him, "Did I mention the token?"

"Oh, uh"

\"Maybe it can be destroyed." Felix did not pursue the loophole in Harry's mouth, but simply said: "I have never signed such a contract, and I don't know the specific result."

In fact, all the contracts he has signed have a common feature: he can tear up and distort them at any time. But for those who are not sure of destroying

——Whether it was an unbreakable oath or a blood alliance, he had no interest in touching it. Knowing is also very limited.

Harry left with a heavy heart.

Felix stayed where he was, watching him disappear, then suddenly raised his head and stared at the ceiling, his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall. He stared thoughtfully at the location of the headmaster's office tower.

Maybe Harry didn't realize it himself, but the direction in his question was actually quite obvious.

"Blood Alliance. Who is Dumbledore and who? They are evenly matched, only Grindelwald."

Trivial information from the past continues to be extracted from memory, and Felix begins to try to piece together a complete story. The first thing that came to his mind was the secret that Newt had inadvertently mentioned that could not be revealed more, involving Dumbledore.

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