For the next two weeks, Hermione became visibly happy, beaming throughout the day, and more than once Harry noticed her suddenly using her wand as a baton while studying, pretending to be conducting a concert.
"Hermione is crazy, our exams are over for this year," Ron whispered quietly to Harry.
"Maybe it's some kind of magic trick?" Harry guessed, as he spoke, a string of ancient runes like colored notes surrounded Hermione, chasing the soft white glow of her wand in her hand. tip of the stick.
When Hermione started adding new notes to the Herbology textbook, The Complete Carnivorous Tree, Ron asked her curiously, "What's the matter with you being so happy? Like, well, you won the annual Daily Prophet. Grand prize?"
"Oh, the lottery won't be drawn until July!" said Hermione cheerfully.
"Either you came out on top in the Wizarding Weekly quiz," said Ron firmly.
"I do look forward to this year's Most Charming Smile Award," Hermione said. "The woman Rita Skeeter seems to be busy with other things, even contributing less to other magazines, which has made some became pretty."
Harry knew that Wizards Weekly was a magazine popular with witches, and that the library contained some old volumes that he would occasionally flip through. However, he is not interested in the above content, most of which are celebrity news, fashion trends, quizzes, consulting columns, quick divination, recipes and so on. Ron's mother is one of its readers.
It is worth mentioning that this magazine selects the 'Most Charming Smile Award' every year. Harry's second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Gilderoy Lockhart was once the darling of the magazine, winning this award for five consecutive years. An honor.
When Lockhart was disgraced and sentenced to prison, Ron asserted that "at least half of the British witches were in tears, and the sales of this witch's magazine would be greatly reduced."
But Harry was not worried, in his opinion, whether it was Professor Hepp, or the experiences of Dumbledore and Grindelwald in his youth, and the many brilliant wizards he saw in the Pensieve, any of them Taking it out alone is more topical and worth discussing than a thief who only rambles and steals other people's memories.
The biggest change that Dumbledore's class brought to Harry was that he had a deep understanding of the structure of the entire wizarding world, especially the British mainland. Sometimes Harry closes his eyes and wakes up to the fact that he's connected to hundreds of wizards, that he knows them, their past and their present. The wizards were like a large glowing web that spread all over the place, allowing Harry to know his location even in the dark.
This feeling is getting stronger as the memory approaches the current point in time.
Last Saturday, in the headmaster's office, Harry finally mustered up the courage to confirm Professor Bagshot's identity.
That night, he and Dumbledore kept moving in memory, spanning two decades. Not only did Harry see once again the full version of Grindelwald's speech in the underground theater of Father Lachaise's cemetery (the memory belonged to someone else), but he also met another member of the Dumbledore family.
"Credence. Grindelwald bewitched him and named him Aurelius Dumbledore."
Harry was taken aback.
"The name and Ariana"
"Somewhat similar, isn't it?" Dumbledore asked softly, and Harry nodded, especially the first two syllables. "But he's my nephew. He's Aberforth's child, just as ill-fated as my sister." He explained to Harry: "The mother of that child was a Muggle and they were in love, but then Separated, neither Aberforth nor I knew the child existed at the time."
"Later, he was adopted by a Muggle institution that hated magic, and had to suppress his magic. In the end, like Ariana, he became a silent one."
Harry fell silent. He didn't know the mood in which Dumbledore calmly said all this. His own heart was very heavy, and he thought of another thing.
It was the day they saw Aberforth at the school gate.
According to the results of his private discussions with Ron and Hermione, Aberforth chose to hand over his memories because his sister had compromised. But now he's not sure if he heard it wrong, maybe besides Ariana, another person with a similar name also occupied a lot of weight. Another weekend, Felix returned to the office after washing up and saw Phoenix Fox and Sniff Wallen shared a can of fresh fish on the small table next to the sofa, Fox's sharp beak poked a hole in the can.
Warren, who just wanted to help, shrank his hands in fright and patted his chest with lingering fears. Fox tilted his head and looked at it innocently.
It was still a bit chilly in the morning in May, and Felix put on a coat as he pondered in his mind how to convince Fox to wear the Sorting Hat next time. He must be lonely, with no friends, perhaps a well-meaning confusion. The spell reminds it of those happy times.
Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin.
The years when the four founders of the school lived together in harmony were, in theory, a good childhood for the Sorting Hat.
At this moment, Fox, who was staring at Varen unscrewing the lid of the can, suddenly made a "clicking" sound, signaling Felix to come over. Felix walked over and sat on the sofa, facing the big fiery red bird, the clenched claw on its abdomen loosened.
The black resurrection stone ring fell on the table, jingling, and there was a small piece of rolled paper in the ring of the ring.
A long leg like a crane swept lightly, and threw the ring to Felix's hand, and Fox gave him a low cry.
"Oh, that's why." Felix woke up. "Headmaster Dumbledore sent you here?"
He picked up the ring, took off the note, unfolded it, and wrote a short line of small characters on it, as we said before. ’
So, Dumbledore doesn't need the Resurrection Stone for the time being? Felix thought.
The silhouette of the silver Swift Patronus came out of the air - "You know who to look for, right? Luna Lovegood, and, remember to remind her to bring the letter." Swift's little head nodded, then Spreading its wings, it deftly flew out of the window.
Felix once again turned his attention to Phoenix who was eating fresh fish with his head down.
"Tell me about Dumbledore, and I'll return the Resurrection Stone to Miss Lovegood as soon as she finishes using it." He finished his business and asked curiously, "Fox, how old are you?"
Phoenix tilted his head and looked at him, blinking in confusion.
"Don't remember? Living too long or influenced by Nirvana?" Felix murmured.
Quiet in the house. After eating the canned small fish, Fox shook hands with Warren with one paw, spread his wide wings to leave, and quickly asked the question in his mind, "You should know Grindelwald, right? In the war years?"
Fox's beautiful eyes flickered, it looked at Felix reproachfully, raised his head and screamed, and his body disappeared into flames. Stars and stars sprinkled down.
Felix crushed the sparks into embers, and was amazed in his heart. He actually saw the shadow of another person in the eyes of the phoenix, a young wizard with black hair.
It turns out Fox didn't follow Dumbledore in the first place.
Felix remembered that he had read an unconfirmed message in a book about an ancient wizarding family, and it was said that when a member of the Dumbledore family was in urgent need, the Phoenix would respond.
On the other hand, because it was the weekend, Harry got up a little later than usual, and when Harry showed up in the common room, dressed, he saw Ron sitting there with a worried expression on his face.
"One less, this time Elvira," he complained.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Don't you remember? She's a member of the Anima Gospan. Plus I've seen her at Creevey's club," said Ron.
Harry blinked, and the image of a girl who likes to ask questions appeared in his mind. In his impression, Elvira's talent is good, that is, every time he sees him, he will ask all kinds of messy questions, which makes him a little overwhelmed.
"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked casually, only to find Ron glaring at him, protesting, "Did you listen carefully?" Harry raised his hands, "I'm sorry, just woke up..."
"She didn't show up this morning, and I asked Susan and she said Elvira had failed," Ron rambled, "as if it wasn't enough, first McMillan on the day of the Apparition test. Because I was too excited, I forgot to get up in the morning to recite the spell, and then Virgil and Shabini. I heard that the last full moon night,
Only four students signed up. "
Harry didn't know how to comfort Ron, Ronka had been in the second step of the Animagus Transfiguration for more than a month, and there was no progress so far.
Hermione looked up from the book and said sullenly, "Leave him alone, Harry, he asked for it."
Harry was a little surprised by her attitude, he thought Ron would retort, but Ron didn't, it just seemed to be in a worse mood. "What's the matter?" Harry asked as they went downstairs to breakfast.
"He's a little resistant to his metamorphosis," Hermione said first.
Ron said in an unusually low voice, "I don't think my Patronus is imposing enough."
Harry instantly understood his concerns. According to the previous successful examples, the Animagus form was generally the same as the Patronus form. Because patron saints are often associated with the wizard's heart (with a few exceptions),
Because of this, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Hannah and other talents seem to be able to practice Animagus with ease.
"But I think Hounds are pretty good, don't you like Fang?" Harry asked in confusion, "You didn't think that way when you practiced Patronus... Oh, you won't be influenced by Malfoy, will you? Don't listen to him, think about Sirius..."
Ron was somewhat persuaded.
"Okay, maybe I'm on the horns. Are you going to Dumbledore's today? There's an exam coming up.
Harry nodded.
"Last time I saw Rita Skeeter in the Pensieve, maybe see my parents soon, oh,
And Professor Hepp. "
"It's weird, haven't you learned anything else?\"
"Yes, I\"
He talked too much, and collided with a figure who was flying over. Harry fell to the ground, rubbing his forehead in pain, tears streaming down his face. "Luna?" Harry said in surprise as gold stared right in front of his eyes, shaking his drowsy head and propping up his body.
"Oh, Harry? Hello." Luna said with a little pain, covering her forehead with one hand and the cardboard box with the other.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked dully, suddenly feeling the wrong touch on his hand. He looked down and found an envelope glued to his hand. No, there were six or seven letters lying within his line of sight, and he glanced around quickly, they seemed to be overwhelmed by envelopes.
Ron helped Harry up, and Hermione crouched down to help Luna gather the scattered letters on the floor.
Harry picked up one of them curiously. The envelope was painted with a weird pattern, very Luna's own style, maybe some kind of imaginary plant, he thought. In the middle of the pattern is written 'To my dear wife Pandora'.
"Thank you, Harry," said Luna, looking at the letter in Harry's hand, which Harry handed to Luna. Luna put the last letter in the box and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll go first." She waved to the three of Harry.
"She's going to send so many letters at once? I don't think adding all the messengers in the owl shack is enough for her," said Ron in surprise.
"It may have been saved before," said Hermione, who had also noticed the writing on the letter. "But who is Pandora?
Hermione didn't expect an answer, but Harry did.
"It's Luna's mother.\"
"Oh, oh," Hermione seemed to understand at once, and she took a breath, tears welling up in her eyes.
Ron's eyes widened, "But didn't she die long ago? Because of an accident?"
"Remember Luna looking for the Resurrection Stone at the beginning of school?" Hermione whispered Now we know what those letters are for. "
A few minutes later, the ancient Rune office.
Felix stood at the door and said inside: "Then, Luna, as agreed, you have one morning. I have to remind you that the resurrection stone is not perfect in any version of the story, be careful not to be deceived by it."
"Thank you." Luna said in a calm voice, "Although I feel sorry for my mother, I still have my father,
And I never felt like she left us, it's just that we couldn't see her and had to use some tools. My dad and I both cherished this opportunity. "
Felix stood there for a few seconds and closed the office door. At this moment, Luna's voice reading the letter came faintly from the door.
The weather outside became sultry, Felix and Warren standing on his shoulders came to the courtyard, where the bushes grew very lush, you could smell the strong fragrance of flowers, and finally, June came.