Chapter 671： pattern

The next morning, the table atmosphere in the auditorium was very lively.

Many of the little wizards had finished their exams, and they were talking loudly, ready to enjoy the last leisurely time before the holiday. They have every reason to be happy, because as a rule, except for a few students who fail the test spell, the professors will not have any requirements for their coursework, especially homework.

"We have one last exam." Ron kept poking at the fried eggs on the plate with his fork.

"In another way, we'll have nearly two weeks of free time by the end of today." Hermione's mouth was stuffed with food and she said comforting words. Harry agreed, but his eyes subconsciously alerted Neville. The subject of the test is Defence Against the Dark Arts, and they want to see Professor Bagshot again'.

"No, the consolation for me is that the fifth and seventh grade exams are still going," Ron cheered. "How many exams are Ginny still up?"

"Four doors," said Harry.

Ron sighed contentedly. At this moment, a large group of owls flew in, folded their wings and landed on the dining table.

Clank the plate. Six or seven owls surrounded Dumbledore on the teacher's bench, and Professor Marchban next to him seemed to be allergic to owls and kept sneezing.

Harry watched with relish, until Ron let out a pained cry, and he turned his head to find a grey owl on the table in front of him, whose beak seemed to have just loosened from Ron's fingers.

"It bit me!" Ron exclaimed aggrieved, picking up the letter that had fallen on the dining table angrily. "I'd like to see whose owl this is - oh," his tone became low. , "It's from Bill."

He opened the letter and read it quickly, the expression on his face went from shock to joy, and before Harry could say anything, he said with a bright face.

"It's Bill and Fleur. They plan to get married this summer—Merlin's Beard! Well, the letter said that the time is not yet certain. They want to count the itineraries of some important guests. It is tentatively scheduled for early August.

They asked me to ask you by the way--you won't come, will you? ' Ron asked, confirming.

"Of course I'll come.\"

"Yeah, you have to be there.\"

Harry and Hermione spoke quickly.

Ron read the letter again contentedly, raised his head and said in surprise, "I don't know how Bill persuaded Mom to accept Fleur, but her attitude has always been... um-maybe Mom finally admits Bill and Donk. There is absolutely no hope for the two of us."

"Tonks and Lupin are engaged," Harry reminded.

"Yeah, I think that's the reason." Ron said, "Mom's wish was completely lost." He put the letter away, and the three of them finished breakfast, happily preparing for today's Defence Against the Dark Arts exam. .

At the professor's chair, Felix opened the letter, which contained a fairly formal invitation. He glanced at it. The letter was written in rock and roll English and signed Bill Weasley. He looked at Dumbledore, who was quietly putting away an official letter.

"International Confederation of Wizards?" Grindelwald, who was sitting on the other side of him, asked suddenly.

"Babajid asked me for advice on the new law. Poor man, he was faced with such a dire situation when he took office." Dumbledore said calmly: "Actually, he has done well in the past, but he just lacked a little confidence. .

Grindelwald was dubious, his eyes narrowed in thought. Felix asked, "Headmaster Dumbledore,

Did you hear from the Weasleys? "

"Ah, I see." Dumbledore picked up an envelope with his slender fingers and looked at the inscription on it.

"It's Arthur and Molly, let me see what they say? Oh, oh, one wedding, another beautiful couple!"

Professor Marchban was desperately leaning back and fanning the air in front of him, trying to keep himself away from the owl. "Let me go, I can't stand this!" she shouted. After Professor McGonagall helped her leave the table, Dumbledore continued happily: "The scene of Arthur and Molly walking in the moonlight seems like yesterday, but in a blink of an eye their child will enter the palace of marriage, Time is a fascinating thing!"

"I think," he said expectantly, turning to Felix, "Sirius and Amelia,

As well as Remus and Tonks, these two pairs are pretty sure of each other, right? \"

Felix nodded.

"Then I have to prepare at least three gifts. In the two or three years since the end of the last war, I have also received many invitations to weddings." Dumbledore stood up and tiptoed excitedly, "and these Compared with the good news, official business seems too dull and boring, and I have to remind Babajid that he is now the president of the International Confederation of Wizards."

Grindelwald was silent for a moment as he stared at the back he was leaving, as if asking and talking to himself: "Is what he said true?"

"Which point? The principal said a lot," Felix asked.

"Yes," said Grindelwald slowly, "he talks a lot."

At the edge of the long dining table, Snape calmly guarded several people out of the corner of his eye, all kinds of thoughts running through his mind.

Dumbledore is hiding too many things - he is very sure that he is definitely not the only one who enjoys this treatment, such as Felix, McGonagall, and even the mysterious Bagshot, are all part of Dumbledore's plan . But no one can see the whole picture.

For example, he believed that no third person in this world would know that the Elder Wand on Dumbledore's body had quietly changed its owner at this moment.

What was Dumbledore trying to do?

Snape put down the cutlery indifferently and turned to leave the auditorium. He didn't believe Dumbledore's nonsense at all, saying 'better to be a perpetual mystery, say that's your business', if Dumbledore really wanted the Elder Wand to disappear, just let himself live to the end of his life. , he did not believe that anyone would dare to attack Dumbledore.

Unless he's guarding someone. Snape paused and looked at Felix at the dining table.

Then he walked through the long hallway and up the spiral staircase. What Dumbledore said that night comes out in its entirety, and I hope it will never be useful one day, preferably a permanent mystery, which means no major changes in the wizarding world'.

Big change. Snape chewed these words and pushed open the classroom door.

Dumbledore sensed some kind of danger, but he wasn't sure if and when. In this case, it would be unwise to let a powerful wand disappear from history, so I am the second hand arranged by Dumbledore, a temporary custodian of the ownership of the Elder Wand?

Who is Dumbledore's ideal heir?

As soon as Snape opened the door, he saw Harry sitting in the front seat, and he felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart. He would never believe that Dumbledore would choose Potter, even if he was already strong in combat. surpassing his own combat power?

Snape's body stiffened, and if one speculates from this angle, the range for Dumbledore to choose is actually very small.

Harry stared blankly at Snape, his mind hadn't turned around yet, how could Snape appear in the exam room? And why is his expression so strange?

"boom!"

Snape slammed the door shut and strode up to the podium with what seemed to be frost on his face. Then, with a sharp wave of his wand, stacks of test papers flew out of the locked cabinets in the classroom and landed precisely in front of the students.

"It's nine o'clock. You have two hours to answer."

The students looked beautiful and whispered to each other.

"Silence," Snape exclaimed, and the sixth graders felt the long-lost low air pressure over the classroom again.

"Where's Professor Bagshot?" Neville asked boldly.

"He's alive, but—" Snape said slowly, staring at him indifferently, and Neville turned pale, but what? Harry's heart also hung up. "But you'll only see him in the afternoon. I'll invigilate the sixth-grade written test. Now shut up - the test begins!"

They hurriedly bowed their heads, opened the papers and began to answer, Harry thought while answering, Snape seemed angry, was it because he was coming to invigilate them? From his words, Professor Bagshot should still be in school.

For the next two hours, the classroom was silent, except for the rustling sound of a quill rubbing against the test paper.

Voice. After the exam, the students filed out in the hallway discussing why Snape was proctoring them.

"Maybe Professor Bagshot is sick," said one student.

"He was fine in the morning, and didn't Snape say that he was in charge of the practice assessment in the afternoon."

Seeing the worried look on Neville's face, Harry felt a wave of worry in his heart. He took the opportunity to tell Hermione about it at lunch, and Hermione held up her fork and thought about it for a while.

"There's only so much we can do in this matter, Harry," Hermione said sullenly, seeing that Harry was about to open his mouth to retort, she reached out to stop him with a twitch of the fork. "Neville wanted to do it for Professor Bagshot. Order something, it's the same way you saw off Lupin back then."

"Of course it's different!" Harry cried, and a few people around him looked over, and he said in a low voice: "At least I won't be hurt, but the - but the man," he said calmly: "I saw him do it with my own eyes. What - although only in memory - there are not a few innocent people who died because of him! That's why I declined his subsequent invitations. In case he wants to do something dangerous to Neville

"People can change. He's been in prison for fifty years, hasn't he?" Hermione whispered, "Besides, didn't we analyze that he was subject to strict spellcasting restrictions?"

"A Dark Lord with a special wand, I feel sorry for him," Ron muttered.

Harry was sulking alone. He felt that it was because he had a partial favorable impression of Grindelwald before, and there was a suspicion of beautification in his verbal description, which made Ron and Hermione fail to realize the seriousness of the problem.

After the Defence Against the Dark Arts practical exam in the afternoon, Harry ignored Ron and Hermione's strange eyes and caught up with Neville and asked, "Nah, Neville, did Professor Bagshot say something to you alone?"

"He said I did well." Neville beamed.

"Oh, I mean, except for these—a

"You want to know when Professor Bagshot leaves school?" Neville looked at him.

Harry hesitated, then nodded.

"Did you ask him?"

"I asked, and he said he wasn't sure," Neville said softly, "but he gave me this." He pulled a walnut-sized glass ball from his pocket, "a speculum. That's what Professor Hepp said. One of the seven kinds of looking glasses I've ever seen, with a hair of Professor Bagshot hidden in it."

Harry gave Ron and Hermione a meaningful look.

"One—just bad," panted Neville, and Harry was dumbfounded. "Bad, bad?" he stammered. Neville looked at Harry strangely, "Yeah, it's just a souvenir,

Professor Bagshot gave it to me. "

"Can I take a look, Neville?" Hermione said in an unusual tone. "Well, I didn't know that Professor Bagshot had researched on ancient runes."

Neville confidently handed her the glass ball.

"Mine is his early work, which obviously didn't work out. In fact, Professor Bagshot has been interested in ancient rune very early, hasn't it, Harry?"

"Yes... I did see a lot of related books in his office, and we discussed them together." Harry said in a daze, the images of the past surging in his heart, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt. He looked at Hermione, expecting to hear from her that there was no ghostly magic hidden in it. He hoped he had guessed wrong.

"The workmanship is exquisite, and the patterns are depicted." After a few minutes, Hermione said, and she returned the glass ball to Neville, "but it is indeed broken, and the rune structure inside is incomplete."

"Professor Bagshot told me the same," Neville said. "The pattern on it is one of his favorites, and you can see similar patterns on his clothes."

"Like Professor Slughorn's gold buttons?" Ron grinned mockingly.

Neville couldn't help but glared at him and retorted bluntly: "Professor Bagshot has clearly better taste." When he left, Hermione shook her head at Harry and Ron.

"You heard what you just said. I really didn't find any problems."

"Well, alas—that's for the best," said Harry with a sigh of relief, a stone falling to his chest.

The next few days were uneventful. Ginny's O.W.Ls exam is coming to an end Harry also took the time to go to the principal's office to finish the last class. When Dumbledore announced the end of the class, he was a little reluctant.

"You have almost seen the history of the past hundred years through my perspective, but this does not mean that you have the same wisdom as me. It takes enough time to digest, and this process may be short or take a lifetime."

Dumbledore said softly.

The blue eyes of the old man on the opposite side seemed to be filled with warm pillows and anticipation. Harry looked away slightly, and his eyes fell on the stack of official letters and a copy of "Stories of Bedouin the Poet" on the desk.

Dumbledore stared at Harry, noticed where his eyes stopped, and explained casually: "That's an official letter from the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards, and I've been a little procrastinated with their letters almost every day recently.

Harry actually wanted to ask what the storybook had to say and why it was on the desk, but the timing was clearly not right, and he made up his mind to talk about the subject in a more relaxed atmosphere.

"How am I going to digest—" Harry didn't finish his sentence.

"Doing the right thing, Harry. Not the easy thing," said Dumbledore, "and thinking hard. It seems like a bad idea, but from what I've observed, there are quite a few people who can take the flesh. The torment of the world, but the pain of loneliness and thinking cannot be endured."

Harry nodded understandingly.

"Then—it's time to talk about the soul fragments in you."

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