Chapter 631 Detention

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the students started to move.

The desks were piled up in the corners, leaving a large area in the middle empty. For the next few minutes, the classroom was in a mess. No one wanted to be the one with the wand pointed at the back of the head. Harry and Ron pushed each other for a long time. In the end, Ron won with his height advantage and physical strength. Harry was pushed to the front. From the corner of his eye, he saw Neville standing side by side with him, with a flat mouth and an expression like he was going to the execution ground.

"Prepare - students in the front row cast a supersensory spell on themselves -"

Harry didn't care to look at others. He pointed his wand at himself and whispered the spell. In an instant, his senses became extremely sharp, and countless details that he had ignored before came into his mind. Harry was not unfamiliar with this spell. He quickly blocked out unnecessary details and tried his best to capture the threat from behind. Gradually, he "saw" something. A vague light appeared behind him. It was Ron's wand, and there was something misty and entangled at the tip of the wand.

Harry suddenly remembered that in the previous classes, Professor Bagshot mocked that their spellcasting was "as conspicuous to some people as shouting into their ears."

Harry could not help but clench his wand tightly, his nerves tense, he was afraid that Ron would forget the professor's request and cast the spell.

This was not an unfounded worry, there were already students who could not control their magic and caused their companions to suffer, and those spell arcs were like flashes in the dark in Harry's eyes. "The losing team will change their positions." Grindelwald said slowly, ignoring the students who exchanged positions with threatening eyes. Seamus was trying to apologize to Dean in a low voice, saying that he didn't mean it, but Dean, who smelled burnt, just sneered at him. Draco Malfoy frowned and froze in place, looking at Blaise Zabini who limped towards him with a guilty look.

The next few minutes, the classroom was in chaos. When it was their turn, the students who had been unfortunate enough to be attacked before responded one after another, with various small evil curses flying everywhere, and screams of pain were heard everywhere. "Keep quiet, some minor injuries are not a big deal." Grindelwald said lightly. He had amazing eyesight. Except for a pair of students who lost control of their emotions and were called out with strange heads, the others continued to practice tremblingly.

At present, only Harry and Ron, as well as Neville and Hermione remained motionless. Hermione's control over magic was famous. If the professor didn't stop, she could keep it up until the end of the class. It was Neville who had a hard time. He was so nervous that his hair stood up, and because of overreaction, he used the Shield Charm several times in vain.

Ron turned his head, and when he saw Draco Malfoy being hit by the Petrification Curse and falling face down on the ground, he laughed out loud, and his wrist couldn't help shaking - "Watch out, Harry!" Ron suddenly shouted. Without his reminder, Harry had already discovered that the magic wrapped around the tip of Ron's wand had changed. At this time, he completely threw his half-baked silent spell behind his mind and shouted, "Armor!"

An invisible wall was formed instantly.

Harry's armor spell was too powerful, and seven or eight students around were pushed away, and the classroom was instantly in chaos. Harry opened his eyes and saw Neville pressing Justin down. The two of them groaned "ouch ouch". He hurried forward to help and lifted them up. It was not until this time that Grindelwald slowly came over and removed the effects of various evil spells on the students one by one.

"Ten minutes of rest and then continue." He said calmly.

"It's really bad." An hour later, when the students came out of the classroom, Ron grinned and said, "The class is so chaotic, and the professor doesn't say anything to control it." There were strange bruises on his arms, as if they were whipped with a whip. That was the effect of Ernie Macmillan's stinging curse.

Harry didn't say a word. His walking posture was a little strange, as if he had no strength. After the break, Professor Bagshot asked them to rotate opponents. He used the extrasensory spell well and blocked the spells behind him several times. But in the last five minutes of the class, before Draco Malfoy behind him could make any move, a spell came out from nowhere and hit Harry directly. Then Draco also "accidentally" missed, and two limp leg spells overlapped, making Harry's legs as soft as noodles.

Hermione angrily adjusted her hair. The thing had now become like a devil's vine, tangled into a furry ball. Even if Hermione used the mirror conjured by her wand to look at it for a long time, she couldn't figure it out.

"I think Professor Bagshot would like that!" She said sharply.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Think about it," she said, "what does he want?"

"To train us to use ESP to detect danger from the dark," Harry said, and then he understood a little, "You mean he did it on purpose? Deliberately not maintaining order? How is that possible..."

"How can practice be as effective as actual combat?" Hermione retorted. At this time, several junior wizards passed by them, covering their mouths and pointing at her, which made her temper even worse. Finally, she left Harry and Ron and went back to the girls' dormitory.

"Don't you still have a math divination class?"

"Let me walk around with a ball of yarn on my head? Never!" Hermione shouted angrily, "I hate Daphne Greengrass!" Then she ran away, leaving Harry and Ron looking at each other. Ron said to Harry frankly, "She described it very accurately. It really looks like a ball of yarn. I think Crookshanks gave her the inspiration."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny suddenly appeared.

She reached out and pulled Luna, who looked distracted, over, as if to prevent her from getting lost. "Hello." Luna greeted in a somewhat ethereal voice, her eyes following Hermione's departing back, obviously very interested.

Harry's face was a little hot, he suddenly remembered the time he spent with Ginny in Madam Puddifoot's Tea House, it seemed to have passed in a flash, leaving him with endless aftertaste, he was already looking forward to the arrival of the next Hogsmeade weekend.

"Well," Ginny's voice suddenly became as soft as a mosquito, her cheeks flushed, "H, Harry, Luna has something to tell you, Luna?"

Luna was chatting with Ron. "I like Hermione's new hairstyle." She said, "I just don't know if it's troublesome to deal with."

"Oh, it's quite easy, you just need to master the knotting charm." Ron replied.

"Luna!" Ginny called out.

"Oh," Luna came back to her senses and said generously, "I want to ask you for a favor."

"No problem," said Harry. He looked at Luna and was surprised to find that this strange girl had new decorations. Her hair, neck, and wrists were wrapped with hair accessories, bracelets, and necklaces made of colorful stones. Harry felt that these things would not be too eye-catching only when worn by Luna, probably because her temperament was already very prominent.

"I want to learn a Parseltongue." Luna said.

"Well - what?" Harry shouted, and Ron, who was questioning Ginny's blushing face, turned his head suddenly, his neck stiff, as if he was the one who was hit by the knotting curse. He looked incredible, but Ginny was very calm, as if she had known about it for a long time, and her eyes rolled around.

"Serpent-tongue." Luna said. She seemed to think that Harry didn't hear clearly, so she deliberately spoke at full speed and made the mouth shape very standard.

"Oh, Luna, I know what Parseltongue is," Harry said with a headache, "I mean... well, which one do you want to learn?" When he asked this question, he actually had a hunch in his heart.

"Open." Luna said very slowly again.

Harry's heart sank.

Open. This is the key to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. The two of them want to go to the Chamber of Secrets! Harry felt that he would not guess wrong. He stared at Ginny, who had already turned her head away and glanced at Harry with a guilty look.

Harry was in a dilemma. More importantly, he didn't know why Luna suddenly wanted to go to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. Was it because of what Ginny said? He could only fool around for the time being, "Well - I need to think about it carefully. There are ancient runes in the afternoon... cough, I mean potions class..."

Luna stared at him for a while, "Okay, then this weekend, okay?"

Harry nodded woodenly.

Luna skipped away. Ginny also wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but Harry kept her there, and he wanted to find out what was going on. Ginny looked dejected, and they walked all the way to the common room. "We tried many ways, asking Fred and George for the secret passage, asking the centaur Firenze for divination, and even advertising in the PuzzleWall tabloid - that's how Luna got those pebbles, and she actually likes them!"

"Don't change the subject," said Harry.

Ginny rolled her eyes at him and whispered, "Well... to find the Resurrection Stone."

...

When Hermione came back from the Arithmetic Divination class, she saw Harry, Ron and Ginny gathered together with blank expressions in a serious atmosphere. She asked in confusion, "What's wrong?" She thought about what happened in the past two days and said, "You are not still obsessed with Carlotta Pinkstone, are you?"

"It's more serious than that, Hermione." Ron said with a straight face, "We probably won't have many chances to meet Carlotta Pinkstone in person, unless you count the three Chocolate Frog cards under my suitcase. To be honest, I have forgotten about her a long time ago."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked curiously.

When Ginny whispered about her and Luna's efforts to find the Resurrection Stone during this period, Harry, who had already heard it once, couldn't help but be distracted. He began to think about the feasibility of this matter. He was indeed a little angry when he heard it for the first time, because he, Ron and Hermione almost lost their lives there in the second year - although it was later discovered that they were very safe and the three professors were nearby!

In addition, the basilisk was already dead, and it was estimated that all the materials on its body had been divided up and used by the professors. The Ouroboros Ring of the Magic Club was made of basilisk scales, and Snape had published several high-quality research papers.

As for the hidden dangers - Harry believed that Professor Happ and Headmaster Dumbledore would not leave it alone, so theoretically it was safe there.

Harry's attitude began to waver.

After the afternoon Potions class, Harry once again declined Slughorn's invitation. "I have to go to Professor Bagshot's office tonight to study for my lessons." He said unhappily, and in his heart he actually hoped that Professor Slughorn would stand up for him, so he deliberately did not use "Quidditch training" as an excuse.

But Professor Slughorn just rolled his eyes a few times, "It's him, I don't know him well, I always feel that this person is very..." He stared for a long time, but couldn't find an adjective. He fiddled with the gold buttons on his vest and muttered uneasily, "What a pity, isn't it? I can only find another chance."

So at eight o'clock in the evening, Harry knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with resentment.

"Come in, Harry." Grindelwald said.

"Sir, I'll explain the mistakes I made in my paper." Harry said, he turned his eyes away from Grindelwald, and unexpectedly saw an unpacked gift box on the table, which he felt was familiar.

Grindelwald grinned.

"Do you think I don't remember the old friendship? Harry, I don't intend to criticize you. Yes, some of the ideas in your paper seem very... immature, but it's not your fault. I will never forget that afternoon when you reached out to me. Not everyone will help an elderly person who has no relatives. I am very grateful, Harry."

Harry was obviously a little stunned.

"I, actually... it's..." He stammered.

"Kindness." Grindelwald said softly, "I went to see you several times, with selfish motives at the time... I wanted to find out more about Hogwarts and accumulate a chance of success for my interview. As a result, I accidentally heard how your uncle and aunt treated you. They spoke very harshly. There were several times when I wanted to rush in and ask them loudly, why do they treat their relatives like this, just because you are a wizard?"

Harry's eyes were red.

"Sir," he whispered, "I'm used to it. When I come of age, I will move out."

Grindelwald patted Harry's shoulder, "I completely understand your dilemma. Even if I asked you to fight back appropriately - this is your right - you gave up because of the kindness in your heart -"

"I can't perform magic outside of school." Harry whispered. He suddenly thought of Dudley.

"We all know that's just an excuse. If a wizard wants to retaliate, there are countless ways to make them suffer. It is your kindness that forgives them, even if they are not grateful for it, but it is not your fault," Grindelwald emphasized: "It's not your fault."

Harry wiped his eyes.

"I was a saint, kid," Grindelwald said.

"Saint, what? Sir?"

"Saint," Grindelwald said, "Do you know Grindelwald? His followers are called saints, but the word 'followers' is not appropriate, because everyone gathers together with the dream of changing the wizarding world."

"I, I haven't heard much about it..." Harry said ashamedly, and his eyes suddenly widened, "Wait! Grindelwald? I thought of it." He tried to recall and recite a passage, "Dumbledore's well-known contributions include: defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945."

Grindelwald showed his white teeth, showed a cold smile and said, "This is the impression he left on the world. It is recorded on the Chocolate Frog card, not as a single existence, but as one of the greatest wizards of the contemporary era." Harry

didn't know what to say, his heart was in a mess. He tried to sort out the explosive information he had just obtained: Professor Bagshot was once a saint, a follower of the dark wizard Grindelwald... No, it should be said that he agreed with the idea, so Professor Bagshot hated Muggles? He felt that he had found the reason.

Grindelwald looked at Harry calmly. Then he took out his wand, put it to his forehead, and pulled out a thin silver thread from the tip of the wand.

"Professor?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Hush." ​​Grindelwald raised his finger, and flicked the wand in his hand vigorously. The silver thread was thrown into the air, and then a picture was suspended in the office.

It seemed to be a party. A middle-aged wizard walked onto the stage. He didn't look like a wizard, but a rock star. Harry thought. Then the picture came with empty, enthusiastic cheers. There was a lot of noise there, and Harry inexplicably thought of the scene when he won the Quidditch championship.

In the picture, the crowd quieted down, and the person in the center of the stage began to give a speech. Harry was surprised to find that one of his eyes was silver-white.

"...They all say that I hate non-wizards, Muggles, No-Maj, and Muggles." Harry looked at Grindelwald, and he didn't know what the last word meant. "Different statements from non-magical people." Grindelwald said simply. Harry nodded and looked up into the air again.

"I don't hate them. I don't."

"I'm not fighting for hatred. I think Muggles are not an inferior group, but a different group. Not worthless, but have different values. They cannot be disposed of freely, but should be treated specially."

The man in the picture paused and continued.

"Magic will only flourish in a very few souls. It will only be granted to those who pursue a nobler cause. What kind of world will we create for all mankind! What we hope for is freedom, truth--" As he spoke, the man suddenly looked out of the picture, looking at Harry, as if he was talking to him.

"--and more love."

Harry was dumbfounded and swallowed uncontrollably. At this time, the picture disappeared, and he felt that he was not satisfied.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Sorry," Grindelwald said, "I shouldn't show you these. I promised Dumbledore...it might get me into trouble. But an old friend found me last week and brought back some memories." He glanced at the gift box that Harry had noticed and said.

A moment of silence.

"Is the person in the picture Grindelwald?" Harry thought for a while and asked.

"That's right." Grindelwald smiled. "Well, forget about him, kid. I have to remind you that he is a dark wizard who has launched many demonstrations and some people have died... Let's get back to your thesis, and after we deal with those minor issues, we can talk about magic."

"I can see that you are very talented."