In the next two weeks, Hermione's mood became visibly happier. She was beaming all day long. Harry found her using her wand as a baton and pretending to conduct a concert when she was reviewing her lessons more than once.

"Hermione is crazy. We're done for the exams this year," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Maybe it's some kind of magic training technique?" Harry guessed. As he spoke, a string of ancient magic runes surrounded Hermione like colorful musical notes, constantly chasing the tip of her wand that was emitting a soft white light.

When Hermione began to add new notes to the Herbology textbook "Carnivorous Trees", Ron asked her curiously, "You're so happy. Is there any good news? For example, did you win the annual prize of the Daily Prophet?"

"Oh, the prize will not be announced until July!" Hermione said happily.

"Or maybe you won the first place in the test of Witch Weekly." Ron said confidently.

"I'm really looking forward to this year's 'Most Charming Smile Award'," Hermione said. "Rita Skeeter seems to be busy with other things, and she has even reduced the number of times she contributes to other magazines, which makes some magazines look good."

Harry knew that "Witch Weekly" was a magazine that was very popular among witches. The library collected some past issues, and he would sometimes flip through them. However, he was not very interested in the content above. Most of them were celebrity news, fashion trends, quizzes, consultation columns, quick divination, recipes, etc. Ron's mother was one of its readers.

It is worth mentioning that this magazine selects the "Most Charming Smile Award" every year. Gilderoy Lockhart, Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in his second year, was the darling of the magazine and won this honor for five consecutive years.

When Lockhart was disgraced and sentenced to prison, Ron once asserted that "at least half of the British witches would shed tears on the spot, and the sales of this witch magazine would also drop sharply."

But Harry was not worried. In his opinion, whether it was Professor Hep, the experiences of Dumbledore and Grindelwald when he was young, or the many outstanding wizards he saw in the Pensieve, any of them alone would be more topical and worth discussing than the thief who only talked big and stole 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 closed his eyes and was clearly aware that he had established connections with hundreds of wizards. He knew them, their past and present. These wizards were like a large, glowing net that spread everywhere, allowing Harry to know his position even in the dark.

This feeling was becoming stronger and stronger as the memory approached the current time point.

The Saturday before last, in the headmaster's office, Harry finally mustered up the courage to confirm the identity of Professor Bagshot.

That night, he and Dumbledore kept traveling through memories, spanning twenty years. Not only did Harry once again see the entire speech that Grindelwald gave in the underground theater of Père Lachaise Cemetery (this memory belonged to someone else), he also met another member of the Dumbledore family.

"Credence Grindelwald bewitched him and named him Aurelius Dumbledore."

Harry was surprised.

"The name

is similar to Ariana--" "Are they not?" Dumbledore asked softly, and Harry nodded, especially the first two syllables. "But he is my nephew. He is Aberforth's child, and he has the same unfortunate fate as my sister." He explained to Harry: "The child's mother is a Muggle. They once loved each other, but later separated. Aberforth and I didn't know the child's existence 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 an Obscurial."

Harry fell silent. He didn't know what kind of mood Dumbledore was in when he calmly told all this. He himself was in a very heavy mood, and he also thought of another thing.

It was the day they saw Aberforth at the school gate.

According to the results of his private discussion with Ron and Hermione, Aberforth compromised because of his sister and chose to hand over his memory. But now he is not sure if he heard it wrong. Maybe in addition to Ariana, another person with a similar name also occupies a considerable position.

...

It was another weekend. Felix returned to the office after washing up and saw Phoenix Fawkes and Sniff Warren sharing canned fresh fish on the small table next to the sofa. Fawkes's sharp beak poked a hole in the can.

Valen, who was about to help, was frightened and patted his chest with lingering fear. Fox tilted his head and looked at it innocently.

It was still a little chilly in the morning in May. Felix put on a coat while thinking about how to persuade Fox to take the Sorting Hat out for a walk next time. It must be lonely and have few friends. Maybe a well-intentioned Confusion Charm can remind it of the happy times in the past.

Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. The years when the four school founders lived in harmony were theoretically the Sorting Hat's happy childhood.

At this time, Fox, who was originally staring at Valen unscrewing the lid of the can, suddenly made a "clicking" sound, motioning Felix to come over. Felix walked over and sat on the sofa, looking into the eyes of the big red bird, and the tightly clenched claws on its abdomen loosened.

The black resurrection stone ring fell on the table, jingling, and a small piece of paper rolled into a cylinder was stuck in the ring.

A long crane-like leg swept past and threw the ring to Felix's hand. Fawkes called him softly.

"Oh, so that's why." Felix came to his senses, "Did Headmaster Dumbledore send you?" He picked up the ring and took out the note. When he unfolded it, there was a short line of small words on it, 'We agreed before.'

So, Dumbledore doesn't need the resurrection stone for the time being? Felix thought.

The outline of the silver swift patronus was outlined in the air - "You know who to find? Luna Lovegood, and remember to remind her to bring the letter." The swift nodded its little head, then spread its wings and flew out of the window nimbly.

Felix once again focused his attention on the phoenix who was eating fresh fish.

You looked up and saw the meteor. It was really beautiful.

"Please tell Dumbledore that I will return the Resurrection Stone to Miss Lovegood as soon as she uses it." He finished his business and asked with a little curiosity: "Fawkes, how old are you?"

Phoenix tilted his head and looked at him, blinking in confusion.

"Don't you remember? Lived too long or was it affected by Nirvana?" Felix muttered to himself.

The room fell silent. After finishing the canned fish, Fox shook Valen's hand with one paw, spread his wide wings and prepared to leave. He quickly asked the question in his mind, "You should know Grindelwald, right? During the war?"

Fox's beautiful eyes flickered, and he looked at Felix in a reproachful manner, raised his head and called out, and his body turned into flames and disappeared. Sparks fell in stars.

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 turned out that

Fox

did not follow Dumbledore from the beginning.

Felix remembered that he had read an unconfirmed news in a book introducing an ancient wizard family. It was said that when a member of the Dumbledore family was in urgent need, the phoenix would respond.

On the other side, because it was the weekend, Harry got up a little later than usual. When Harry dressed and appeared in the common room, he saw Ron sitting there with an unexpected look on his face.

"Another one is missing, this time it's Elvira." He complained.

"Who is it?" Harry asked.

"Elvira is a member of the Animagus class. I also saw her in Creevey's club." Ron said.

Harry blinked, and an image of a girl who loved to ask questions emerged in his mind. In his impression, Elvira had a good talent, but every time she saw him, she would ask all kinds of messy questions, which made him a little overwhelmed.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked casually, but found that Ron glared at him and protested, "Are you listening carefully?" Harry raised his hands, "Sorry, I just woke up..."

"She didn't show up this morning. I asked Susan, and she said Elvira had failed," Ron said naggingly, "As if it wasn't enough, first McMillan was too excited on the day of the Apparition test and forgot to get up early to chant the spell, then Virgil, Zabini... I heard that last full moon night, only four students signed up."

Harry didn't know how to comfort Ron. Ron had been stuck in the second step of the Animagus Transfiguration for more than a month, and there has been no progress so far.

Hermione looked up from her book and said unhappily, "Don't mind him, Harry, he asked for it."

Harry was a little surprised by her attitude. He thought Ron would open his mouth to refute, but Ron didn't, and his mood seemed to be even worse. "What's the matter?" Harry asked when they went downstairs to have breakfast.

"He is a little resistant to his own transformation form." Hermione said first.

Ron said in a low voice with an abnormal expression, "I don't think my Patronus is majestic enough."

Harry instantly understood his concerns. According to the previous successful examples, the Animagus form is generally consistent with the Patronus form. Because the Patronus is often related to the heart of the wizard (there are a few exceptions), it is for this reason that Harry, Hermione, Neville, Hannah and others seem to be at ease when practicing Animagus.

"But I think the hound is good, don't you like Fang very much?" Harry asked puzzledly: "You didn't have this idea when you practiced the Patronus... Oh, you won't be influenced by Malfoy, right? Don't listen to him, think about Sirius..."

Ron was somewhat convinced.

"Well, maybe I'm getting stuck in a rut. Are you going to Dumbledore today? The exam is coming up."

Harry nodded.

"I saw Rita Skeeter in the Pensieve last time. Maybe I'll see my parents soon, oh, and Professor Happ."

"It's strange, haven't you learned anything else?"

"Yeah, I--"

He was too absorbed in what he said, and he bumped into a figure running over. Harry fell to the ground, rubbing his forehead in pain, and tears came out of his eyes. When Harry, with stars in his eyes and shaking his dizzy head, propped himself up, he said in surprise: "Luna?"

"Oh, Harry? Hello." Luna also said in a little pain, covering her forehead with one hand and holding the cardboard box with the other.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked dully, and suddenly felt that the touch on his hand was wrong. He lowered his head and found that there was an envelope stuck under his hand. No, there were six or seven letters lying in the field of vision. He quickly glanced around, and they seemed to be drowned in envelopes.

Ron helped Harry up, and Hermione squatted down to help Luna collect the scattered letters on the ground.

Harry picked up one of them curiously. There was a strange pattern on the envelope, which was very much in Luna's style. It might be some imaginary plant, he thought. In the middle of the pattern was written 'To my dear wife Pandora'.

"Thank you, Harry." Luna said, looking at the letter in Harry's hand, and Harry handed it to Luna. After Luna put the last letter into the box, she said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." She waved to Harry and the other two.

"She wants to send so many letters at once? I doubt that even if all the messengers in the Owl Shed are added, they won't be enough for her." Ron said in surprise.

"It may be that she saved them before," Hermione said, and she also noticed the handwriting on the letter. "But who is Pandora?"

Hermione didn't expect anyone to answer, but Harry gave the answer.

"It's Luna's mother."

"Oh, oh--" Hermione seemed to understand all of a sudden. She took a breath, and tears flashed in her eyes.

Ron's eyes widened, "But didn't she... die a long time ago? Because of an accident?"

"Remember when Luna looked for the Resurrection Stone at the beginning of the school year?" Hermione said softly, "Now we know the use of those letters."

A few minutes later, in the Ancient Rune Office.

Felix stood at the door and said inside: "Well, 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 bewitched by it."

"Thank you." Luna said in a calm voice: "Although I feel sad for my mother, I still have my father, and I never feel that she has left us, it's just that we can't see her and have to use some tools. My father and I cherish this opportunity very much."

Felix stood there for a few seconds and closed the door of the office. At this time, the sound of Luna reading a letter came faintly from inside the door.

The weather outside became sultry. Felix and Valen, who was standing on his shoulders, came to the courtyard. The bushes here grew very lush and the strong fragrance of flowers could be smelled. Finally, June has arrived.