Chapter 655 The Important Sniff

"That's not mine. I'm just borrowing it temporarily." Harry said hesitantly, "I returned it to Headmaster Dumbledore last night."

"Return it to Dumbledore--" Grindelwald looked at Harry in a daze, "You mean, it was originally his thing?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry said with a stiff upper lip.

"Why did Dumbledore lend it to you?"

"I think it's because, uh, because I have some physical problems, and this ring can help me. But I don't need it now." Harry said vaguely. Did Professor Bagshot guess something? He took the initiative to bring up the topic. Maybe he recognized the Resurrection Stone? But how could this be possible... Just as Harry was thinking about it, Grindelwald gently changed the subject.

"Yes, you haven't been to class for a while." Grindelwald stared at the flames in the fireplace in a trance, and said after a long time. "So... So it's because of this."

Harry suddenly had an illusion.

Professor Bagshot may have known it long ago, knowing that the gem inlaid on the ring is the Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows. Perhaps he was recognized yesterday when he left the hospital and wore it to the Great Hall, because Professor Bagshot seemed to be more concerned about the ring's ownership than the ring itself.

"You're right, Harry, I roughly know what it is." Grindelwald came back to his senses and said in a calm tone, "Decades ago - Grindelwald once sent people to investigate the whereabouts of that thing, and I was one of the insiders. I'm worried that you just got it by accident, or that it was used by someone with ulterior motives... But since it's Dumbledore..."

He didn't continue, as if he thought that the Resurrection Stone was safe in Dumbledore's hands, and he raised his voice slightly.

"Okay, let's skip this interesting episode. Harry, have some cookies -" Harry picked up a cookie. "I heard that your Patronus is unique. Not only is it amazingly powerful, but it can also launch physical attacks?"

"Yes, professor." Harry said a little excitedly. He tried not to think about his half-written magic book, which was currently stagnant.

"Then you must realize the importance of a firm belief to a wizard."

"What is it?" Harry looked at him puzzled.

"Belief, Harry." Grindelwald repeated slowly, saying, "When wizards reach a certain level, they will turn from specific magic to thinking about some very broad concepts, but that is just an appearance. They are actually interpreting their understanding of the essence of magic in their own way."

"The interpretation of the essence of magic." Harry said thoughtfully.

"Yes, we are born with magic. Therefore, if you want to achieve something, then all the conditions related to it - such as the amount of magic, control, transformation method, and the integration of belief... these are what you should pursue for your whole life."

Grindelwald explained softly.

Harry let out a soft, enlightened breath, and he felt that many unclear questions in the past were solved.

...

"It's love. There are all the mysteries of magic."

In the headmaster's office, Snape closed his eyes, as if he was tired of this rhetoric. "I'm tired of hearing that, Dumbledore. What I want to know more is, after eight months of indifference, you called me into your office again... for what?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"I heard the complaints, Severus, you know I can't agree to let you enter classroom 7."

"Yes, you are afraid that I will kill him in a moment of impulse." Snape said coldly: "He is still useful - this is what you told me, but I don't see any progress."

"About Harry -"

"He is still a Horcrux, I went to the school hospital to see... when he was in a coma." Snape's voice became excited, "Didn't you say you were trying, what did you do?"

"In fact," Dumbledore said calmly: "I have full confidence. The question is... when, and what preparations need to be made." He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

"Full confidence?"

"Yes."

Snape seemed to be completely confused. He glanced coldly and walked back and forth in front of Dumbledore.

"Preparation? What preparation?" After a while, Snape asked. "And," he stared at the white wand in Dumbledore's hand with obvious disgust, "why don't you destroy it?"

"I'm afraid it can still be useful, Severus."

Snape's expression changed to obvious vigilance.

"Who do you want to give it to? It belongs to the Dark Lord, not to anyone!"

"This problem doesn't bother me, Severus. What really gives me a headache is the other wand. I can't make up my mind... Well, maybe it's too early to think about it now. I'm barely strong." Dumbledore looked at Snape as he spoke, as if to say: Yes, I use you as a reference standard.

Snape's face darkened, and he really wanted to curse.

"What has Felix been busy with recently?" Dumbledore changed the subject.

"He borrowed the research data of wolfsbane potion from me some time ago." Snape said, "It seems that he is ready to solve the problems that plague the entire wizarding world."

"A strong desire for research," Dumbledore said in praise, "What about Valen?"

"The Niffler?" Snape stared, "Is the answer important to you?"

Dumbledore winked at him happily.

"It's very good and very favored." Snape said dryly. Seeing Dumbledore's satisfied expression, he opened his mouth: "Dumbledore, I don't understand why you care--"

"Oh, Severus, this feeling is hard to describe. I suggest you try raising a pet yourself. My recommendation is a parrot. You can teach it to speak."

Snape turned his head with a wooden expression, followed Dumbledore's interesting gaze, and looked at Fawkes who was pecking at the fish bones. He said with a strange expression: "I don't know if it can be equated-but when I was dealing with Billywig worms, I did try to name them after you. I have to say that I got an indescribable sense of satisfaction..."

...

A new week.

"Rule 12, the same ancient magic has the possibility of fusion under certain conditions. After fusion, the power remains unchanged, and the scope of action increases." Felix smiled and said: "Your task in class is to verify this theory and record your own experience in practice."

The students moved and divided into groups of twos and threes.

"What ancient magic?" Ron asked.

"Whatever," Harry yawned, "We can only use teaching magic in class anyway."

Teaching magic was another new term invented by Professor Hepp. Many students still remembered what the professor said when he explained it to them: "Real ancient magic - especially offensive magic - is too dangerous. It will not be taught in class unless necessary. I will teach you auxiliary and defensive magic... For example, the illumination and flying magic you learned before. In addition, I have specially developed a series of rune magic for daily teaching and practice." "Specifically

, it is to cleverly transform modern spells and replace them with ancient runes. This will also allow you to understand the second rule more clearly: the casting principles of all magic - including ancient magic - are generally consistent."

The two chose the snow-making spell. After a while, a snow cloud condensed in their hands, and they carefully brought them closer. "Wait, I saw the rune sequence, I don't think it's okay." Harry said.

"Okay." Ron thought about it, staring at himself and struggling with himself. After more than ten seconds, the snow cloud in his hand finally no longer looked like a glowing marshmallow.

The two approached again, and this time the snow clouds merged together without any hindrance. They looked up and saw a large snow cloud floating on the ceiling, dropping large flakes of pure white snow.

More people joined in, and the snow cloud continued to expand. The falling snow piled up a thick layer on the ground, but soon they met their opponents. On the other side, Seamus and Dean used the magic rune to create a six or seven foot long water dragon. There were also several students standing around them, eager to try and join in.

When the class was over, the students' heads, eyebrows, and clothes were covered with frost, as if they had been frozen outside all day in the cold winter.

Then they shivered and rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Professor Bagshot led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and stopped. "I originally wanted to take you deep into the Forbidden Forest, but my application was rejected." He said with regret: "Your task is to build a temporary shelter for yourself with all the materials you can find nearby, and find food."

"Professor Bagshot, is this also a technique to hide yourself in Muggle society?"

"It is a very accurate summary."

"But why don't we go to the Muggle store to buy some food?" Ron grumbled to Harry in dissatisfaction. Unfortunately, the voice was too loud and was heard by the professor, "Because you will jump up excitedly when you see Muggle banknotes, and point to their music players and say: Hey, we have them over there too - Mr. Weasley?" Ron

stopped talking, and other students who had objections quickly calmed down.

The above examples are from the content of the previous few classes. Professor Bagshot adopted a teaching method similar to Lockhart's drama performance, except that the students need to be divided into two parties - one side plays the vigilant Muggle, and the other side plays the wizard disguised as a Muggle, and then start a dialogue.

Of course, the students who are responsible for playing the Muggle will get some "hints", a small piece of parchment. In Hermione's words, it was a test question, but Harry thought it was more like a short script with some very tricky language traps written on it, and many students fell into the trap.

For example, when Seamus was discussing his favorite football player with someone, he talked about Quidditch skills and silenced the other party with his superb eloquence.

"...Flying fast and well, diving from a height of fifty feet!"

His homework that day was two inches longer than others.

Professor Bagshot asked Seamus to use the extra space to describe how the football players flew.

"Do those people know magic?" He asked politely.

As expected, the camping turned into a mess. Harry and Ron used a ground trap to dig a big hole in the ground, and covered it with branches and grass leaves in a serious manner, and then hid in it to chat. As a result, Neville, who came out to pick wild fruits, stepped on the air and fell on Harry and Ron. Harry was so excited that he hit his head with a big bump. After

Neville left in fear, they learned their lesson and cast defensive magic and silencing spells nearby, intending to get away until the end of class. As a result, they felt bored after only half an hour, and the air was filled with strange aromas. When they came out, they were surprised to find that other students were obviously interested in eating and were busy at the moment.

Draco Malfoy walked around with a bunch of burnt mushrooms in his hand with disgust. Daphne Greengrass shrewdly exchanged a bunch of wild flowers for two mashed potatoes from others. Justin dug a nest of beetles. Several Ravenclaw girls picked wild celery and mushrooms and had a good harvest. When Harry and Ron passed by Ernie Macmillan, they saw him quietly using the Transfiguration Spell to turn a stone on the ground into a rabbit.

"It's wonderful. I have a good idea." Ron said in admiration, and then sneaked away.

"Ron--"

Harry shouted, but Ron was gone. Worried about attracting attention, he had to give up and walked around twice, but didn't find the professor, so he found Hermione, who was dealing with her mushroom soup irritably.

Harry took a quick glance at the contents of the jar and immediately lost his appetite.

"What do you think?" she asked expectantly.

"Hmm..." Harry stammered, "Not bad."

Hermione sighed and was about to speak when someone shouted in the distance, "We found a stream nearby with fish in it!" Most of the students dropped their work and ran away.

Harry tried not to look at the gray-brown mushroom soup under his nose and tactfully suggested that Hermione go with him to take a look. Hermione looked at her own work sadly and agreed without struggling.

Harry and Hermione had not walked a few steps when they heard someone calling their names from behind. It was Ron, who ran over in a panic holding a huge pumpkin and said breathlessly, "Too bad, Fang found me when I was leaving. I heard Hagrid and Professor Bagshot talking."

"They didn't see your face, did they?" Harry asked nervously. Ron thought carefully for a while, but he couldn't remember clearly.

At noon, the students devoured their food, and their appetites were much better than usual.

"Hey, Harry!" Just as Harry and Ron were fighting for a portion of mashed potatoes, Luna came over and said cheerfully. Her eyes stayed on Harry's hand for a few seconds, and she asked curiously, "Where's your beautiful ring?"

"Ring, ring?" Harry choked. He was surprised to see Luna's eyes curved happily and pointed to her left hand, which was now empty.

"Beautiful?" Ron shouted.

Hermione didn't say anything, but her expression had already made her attitude clear.

Harry's heart sank. This was the second person to notice that he didn't have a ring on his hand. With the previous experience, he was more sensitive to this issue. But Luna's focus was different from that of ordinary people as always. To be honest, he thought that even with the fame of the Resurrection Stone, the ring was far from beautiful.

It was made very roughly, especially its last two owners (not counting Voldemort) might not have thought of treating it well.

"I saw you wearing it last Saturday," Luna said affirmatively, "when we went to the Great Hall for lunch at noon. You were surrounded by many people at the time, so you might not have seen me passing by you." "

That's not mine, I gave it back to the original owner." Harry said vaguely.

"Oh." Luna said with regret, and ran to sit with Ginny.

Harry looked at her back, and suddenly a thought popped up in his mind. Luna had relayed Firenze's words before - she would pass by the Resurrection Stone. Now it seems that it is perfectly in line with the result of Firenze's divination. Luna did pass by herself wearing the Resurrection Stone ring.

But Headmaster Dumbledore has had it for a long time, right? Harry thought while eating, maybe before him, the headmaster and Luna had "passed by" countless times.

But Harry soon realized that he seemed to have rarely seen Dumbledore wearing the ring in public, especially this semester... "Hiss!" He suddenly inhaled.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing." Harry said immediately, he was surprised by his own thoughts: Did Dumbledore deliberately keep it from Professor Bagshot? The information that he had forgotten long ago was now resurrected, constantly reminding him that the two knew each other.

In the evening, Felix delivered food to the werewolves who were temporarily staying in the suburbs, and rushed to the Three Broomsticks before ten o'clock in the evening. After drinking a small cup, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

A tall man with angular facial lines and conspicuous blue-green eyes sat opposite him. At the same time, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were cast here, either openly or secretly.

"Hello, Mr. Hep." The man said.

"Mr. Noel?" Felix smiled, looked around, took his hand off the cup, and tapped the table lightly. "Why, you parents got together to convince me to help your children transfer schools? You finally found the right person."