Chapter 592: Potions

Before the students on the scene focused their attention on Dumbledore, he had already left in advance, just as abruptly as he appeared.

Felix knew that the school was full of counter-spells, and ordinary people could not Apparate in the castle, but there was no doubt that the headmaster had privileges. However, Felix could see that Dumbledore was eager to confirm the sudden outbreak of magic in the castle this time, and borrowed the power of the phoenix.

Felix had at least two ways to do the same thing.

The first was undoubtedly to use the magical talents of magical animals. He didn't even have to transform magical creatures, but converted the talents similar to Apparate into ancient magic to avoid the restrictions of the school castle.

The second method was more clever and needed to be achieved with the help of a part of the entire castle defense system - the Room of Requirement. This magical room was embedded in the magic of the castle by Ms. Ravenclaw. When Felix cracked some of the secrets, he could indirectly obtain authority. . . In theory, as long as the Room of Requirement responded to him, he could use that room as a transit to jump around in the castle.

The students in the office seemed very excited and energetic. Felix brought out various desserts and cookies to entertain them.

"There are no canary cookies here, right?" Fred asked with a guilty look.

"You did remind me," Felix said. He waved his hand and nothing happened, but Fred was obviously frightened. He stared at the snacks on the small square table and didn't dare to reach out.

Luna picked up a ginger salamander cookie, took a bite and said, "I don't think this one is enchanted." She seemed to be comforting him, but others - including Felix thought that this sentence had the opposite effect. Fred was obviously more alert.

"Did Headmaster Dumbledore come here just now?" Harry asked uncertainly, "I seem to have seen him."

"He came and left again." Felix said simply.

"Professor," Hermione couldn't help asking, "Why did Harry's Patronus become...completely different? Is there any trick to this?" Others looked over, curious about the answer to the question. Harry also wanted to know, and he also looked at Professor Happ.

Felix thought for a moment and said, "I proposed a conjecture before that the Patronus has another use. Some of you -" his eyes moved between several people, "may also have firm ideals and firmly believe that you will not give up, but in fact, these difficulties have not really happened, and your 'firmness' is just an imagination."

"The difference between Potter and you is that his belief is not born out of thin air. He has experienced those cruel dangers and blows - when he is still indomitable, this courage is very convincing."

Everyone silently savored these words. Harry blushed a little when he heard it. He could only pretend that he was thinking, but in fact his mind was blank.

Cedric asked, "Professor, can I understand it this way? 'Thinking that you can overcome difficulties' can only bring you false courage and faith. Only when you 'prove yourself', this courage and faith are real. The former may also be worth encouraging, but... it's like a castle in the air."

Felix smiled and nodded at him.

"Think about it, how many vows have we made in our lives, and how many of them can be fulfilled." He said with emotion.

"Those who have accomplished great things in history rarely have smooth sailing. They also need to drink the bitter wine of failure, but what distinguishes them from ordinary people is the choice after failure. My God, if those people are also wizards, their patronuses would not be too bad."

In the evening, Felix picked up a pen to write a letter to his pen pal who was not well-informed.

He started with "I have a student" and described his new discovery of the Patronus Charm. Then he changed the subject and introduced the concept of the Deathly Hallows with the excuse of "I have another student".

"... Of course I am not mocking you for stealing other people's coat of arms. I am just curious. Did no one among your followers raise any objections? As a scholar, I must point out the risks involved: Although Peverell was one of the first families to disappear, it was only the disappearance of the paternal lineage. The descendants of the three brothers may be scattered in a corner. When they see that the coat of arms of their ancestors has become the symbol of a notorious organization, what kind of mood will they feel in their hearts... "

Nurmengarde Castle.

"Hateful little brat!"

When Grindelwald read the letter, half a month had passed. It was the end of April and the beginning of May. Grindelwald stared at the letter with his wrinkled face and smiled strangely: "Faith? It's far from enough. You have to burn yourself."

He turned his head to look at the house-elf.

"Bundy?" Grindelwald said softly.

"Lord Grindelwald." The house-elf Bundy stood far away from the hard bed and lowered his head humbly.

"Why are you afraid of me? Were you warned by those 'adults', warning me how cruel they are?

Little thing, you have the right to know more.

Half a century ago, a man named Dumbledore and his children dismembered my huge followers - when I was the most proud and ready to go. I had to fight. I lost. My magic was imprisoned, I lost my innate right to cast spells, and I couldn't even use a decent magic. I was imprisoned for half a century."

The house-elf lowered his head even lower, and his nose almost touched the ground. He couldn't remember how many times he had been warned by the 'Master Wizard' of the International Confederation of Wizards, so he made up his mind that if the gentleman in front of him wanted him to help him escape from prison, he would turn around and run away before he could finish his words.

He said in a trembling voice: "Master Wizard, if you don't need to reply, Bondy will-"

"No, no, no, Bondy." Grindelwald said softly, stopping him.

"Your master was once my believer. When I walked in here, he still did not leave. Don't you want to know why you were sent here? Why did those 'Masters' of the Confederation acquiesce to your existence? They wish I would starve to death."

"Your master and I are brought together by common ideals. I am just... the one standing in front."

Grindelwald stretched out his hand. Bondy hesitated and hesitated, but he was convinced and slowly approached. Finally, the two hands were put together.

Grindelwald smiled. There was no trace of his youth in him. His cheeks were thin, his eye sockets were deep, and his teeth were almost gone. He looked like a skeleton. He said to the trembling house-elf, "See, isn't this easy?"

"Although I am not your master, I suppose you have been asked to make me as comfortable as possible? I promise you that I will not ask more of you than to use your eyes occasionally to observe the outside world..."

"I need you, just as I am grateful for your care for me for a long time."

"Now, I want you to show me some magical skills. I used to do better, but now I can only get comfort from your spellcasting."

Bundy heaved a sigh of relief and complied with the request. The house-elf did his best, performing all the dazzling tricks he knew. Then he stopped panting, and Grindelwald thanked him, "If I have the opportunity to see it again in the future, I will be very grateful."

The house-elf bowed and left.

There was only one person left in the small cell-like room.

Grindelwald raised his head and stared at the window - was it a window, or was it just a narrow gap between the black stones? The mountain wind howled at night, casting strange shadows.

He was very familiar with everything here, and even remembered the words "For the Greater Good" engraved at the entrance, which he left with his own hands. The word "Nurmengarde" was also the name of the prison he built for his opponents.

But ironically, after his defeat, he was not executed, but imprisoned here.

Now he was the only one left alive.

His cell was located at the top of this black and gloomy fortress, on the tower. The scenery outside was unchanging.

To be honest, he was a little bored.

Especially there was a little bastard outside, constantly using all kinds of information to hook him.

After an unknown amount of time, Grindelwald came to his senses. He spread out his palm and stared at the dozen or so thin strands of magic in his palm. They swam in the palm-sized area like fish.

That was not his own magic, but the magic of the house elves he had just collected.

...

The cemetery in the village of Little Hangleton was deserted, and traces of the battle still remained. The Ministry of Magic sent people to repair it afterwards, but it could not be completely restored to its original state. This incident became another strange story among the villagers.

"It might be a beast-"

"Nonsense! I guess it has something to do with the death of the Riddle family. They spent more than ten years turning into ghosts and successfully avenged their enemies." Dot said in the Hanged Man Tavern, with one leg crossed and his head tilted to one side-just like every time he was drunk, spraying stinky alcohol from his mouth.

"Are you talking about the dead gardener, Frank Bryce?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Who else could it be if not him? Thanks to those good-for-nothings in the police station, he was acquitted and lived for so many more years. Think about it, the Riddle family of three died in such a strange way. To me, it's retribution."

"What ghosts? Do you have any evidence?" The bartender looked at him with disdain and retorted, "Pay your drink money!"

Dort chuckled twice, "Don't interrupt!" He tilted his head to the other side and said mysteriously, "I really have evidence. I went to the cemetery behind the church and saw that little Riddle's grave had been pried open!"

"Is it true?"

Someone started to make a fuss, "You didn't make it up, did you? Why don't you go and have a look now?"

"You can't see it," Dort said regretfully, "It's been repaired there."

While they were talking, someone had already taken advantage of the night to come to the cemetery behind the church.

Bellatrix Lestrange had a fanatical expression on her face and drank the potion in her hand.

"Master -"

"Sleep, my dear Bella." Voldemort said, "I will wake you before the final battle."

Bellatrix fell into a deep sleep, and the madness on her face became calm. She lay quietly in the coffin, her hands clasped on her lower abdomen, holding a golden cup tightly in her hands. Voldemort waved his wand, and the lid of the coffin closed. The dense alchemical symbols were lit up one by one. Voldemort waved his wand

and buried the coffin in the pit, and covered it with thick soil.

In the next period of time, he will stay here until the day of the duel. He is waiting. If no one disturbs him during this period, he can take a risk and temporarily separate from his Horcrux to fight Dumbledore.

Dumbledore has become weak, he can see it.

This good news completely overwhelmed the shame brought to him by Malfoy, the traitor.

He knew how powerful his curse was. "Use the sequelae of removing the curse as an excuse." Voldemort sneered twice, very satisfied with the results of Severus' work.

He deliberately chose the OWLs exam period as the date for the duel, when all professors would be in school, not to mention Severus was there. If Happ disappeared, he would get the news immediately.

But is it safe to be alone with Severus...

Voldemort had all kinds of thoughts in his mind. From every angle, he was a loyal Death Eater who executed his orders perfectly. But Voldemort never trusted anyone, just like he never told any loyal Death Eater the secret of the Horcrux.

Maybe he should make more preparations...How about letting those examiners of the Wizard Examination Bureau act as his eyes and ears? Use the Imperius Curse? No, there is the Anti-Thief Waterfall, he must find a more clever way. He doesn't need helpers, as long as he can confirm that Felix Happ has been in the school.

And the Ministry of Magic Aurors...

Voldemort began to think of all kinds of evil tricks.

...

After the start of school, especially after the first week of career consultation, the fifth-year students only had one thing left.

That was to prepare for the exam.

Felix almost noticed with his naked eyes that the students became more self-conscious and hardworking. The reason is not difficult to understand. After the career consultation, each student had one or two goals under the advice of their respective deans.

Moreover, almost every professor of each subject was explaining how important their subject was.

I don't know when the simplified process of potion preparation began to circulate in the school. At first, the young wizards didn't believe it. According to the practice of previous years, the popular things at this time should be amulets, Bafe's brain-awakening potion, dragon claw powder and the like.

But facts speak louder than words, and a series of amazing coincidences appeared.

Neville Longbottom, who originally hovered in the middle and lower grades in potion class, suddenly emerged, and even Harry and Ron, who had average grades, also performed well. This abnormal behavior naturally attracted the attention of students and a professor. In a potion class, he stared at several people like a ghost.

Harry's forehead was sweating. He hadn't done anything for ten minutes. The daisy roots were almost chopped up by him.

When Snape disappeared, he immediately opened the potion textbook. There was a piece of parchment inside, and the title was "vitality tonic". The writing on it was densely packed, but Harry knew that this potion could actually be divided into seven major steps and three stages.

He quickly read the contents of the fifth step, which had something like an outline: 'Enhance the effect of salamander blood.' He continued to read on. The original textbook was very cumbersome, with five steps, while the new and improved method was very brief: 'Filter out the residue, stir counterclockwise twice, then stir clockwise twice, and slowly inject magic power.'

Harry grinned. This was almost equivalent to a combination of Professor Hep and the 'Half-Blood Prince'.

He softly chanted a spell, and a piece of parchment on the table quickly deformed and turned into a filter. He scooped it out twice, then stirred it clockwise and counterclockwise twice, and injected magic power. The color of the potion had turned light blue.

Harry looked around. There were not many people who were progressing like him.

He lowered his head excitedly and continued to read the following content. At this time -

"Potter." Snape said in a cold voice, and Harry was so scared that he almost jumped out of his seat.