The next morning, the atmosphere at the dining table in the Great Hall was very lively.

Many young wizards had finished their exams. They talked loudly and prepared to enjoy the last leisure time before the holiday. They had every reason to be happy, because according to convention, except for a few students who failed the assessment spell, the professors would not have any requirements for the course, especially no homework.

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

"Change your mind, after today is over, we will have nearly two weeks of free time." Hermione stuffed her mouth with food and said comforting words. Harry agreed, but his eyes subconsciously glanced at Neville. The subject to be tested today was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they would meet Professor Bagshot again.

"No, what can comfort me is that the fifth and seventh year exams are still going on," Ron said cheerily: "How many exams does Ginny have left?"

"Four." Harry said.

Ron sighed with satisfaction. At this time, a large group of owls flew in, folded their wings and landed on the dining table, stepping on the plates with a clanging sound. Six or seven owls surrounded Dumbledore in the teacher's seat. Professor Marchbank, who was next to him, seemed to be allergic to owls and kept sneezing.

Harry watched with great interest until Ron screamed in pain. He turned around and saw a gray owl on the table in front of him. Its beak seemed to have just been released from Ron's fingers.

"It bit me!" Ron cried aggrievedly, picking up the letter that fell on the table angrily. "I want 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 changed from shock to joy. Before Harry could speak, he spoke with a beaming 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 determined. They need 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 not come, right?" Ron asked as if to confirm.

"Of course I'll come."

"Yes, we have to be there."

Harry and Hermione said quickly.

Ron read the letter again with satisfaction, looked up and said in surprise: "I don't know how Bill persuaded Mom to accept Fleur. You know, her attitude has always been... well - maybe Mom finally admitted that Bill and Tonks are completely hopeless."

"Tonks and Lupin are engaged." Harry reminded.

"Yes, I think this is the reason." Ron said: "Mom's wish has completely failed." He put the letter away, and the three of them finished breakfast and prepared to face today's Defense Against the Dark Arts exam with joy.

In the professor's seat, Felix opened the letter. Inside was a very formal invitation. He glanced at it. The letter was written in rock-style English and was signed by Bill Weasley. He looked at Dumbledore, who was calmly putting away an official letter.

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

"Babajid asked me for advice on the new law. Poor guy, he has to face such a severe situation just after taking office." Dumbledore said calmly: "In fact, he did a good job in the past, but he lacked a little confidence."

Grindelwald was skeptical, he narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought. Felix asked: "Principal Dumbledore, have you received the letter from the Weasleys?"

"Ah, I saw it." Dumbledore picked up an envelope with his slender fingers and looked at the signature on it. "It's Arthur and Molly, let me see what they said? Oh, oh-a wedding, another pair of beautiful women!"

Professor Marchbank was trying hard to lean back and fan the air in front of her, trying to keep herself 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, "It seems like it was just yesterday that Arthur and Molly were walking in the moonlight, but in the blink of an eye, their children are about to enter the marriage hall. Time is really a fascinating thing!"

"I think," he turned to look at Felix and said in an expectant tone, "Sirius and Amelia, and Remus and Tonks, these two couples are almost certain, right?"

Felix nodded.

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

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

"Which point? The headmaster said a lot." Felix asked.

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

At the edge of the long dining table, Snape glanced at several people calmly with the corner of his eyes, and various thoughts turned in his mind. Dumbledore concealed too many things - he was extremely sure that he was definitely not the only one who enjoyed this treatment, such as Felix, McGonagall, and even the mysterious Bagshot, all of which were part of Dumbledore's plan. But no one could see the whole picture.

For example, he believed that there would be no third person in the world who knew that the Elder Wand on Dumbledore had quietly changed its owner at this moment.

What exactly did Dumbledore want to do?

Snape put down the tableware indifferently and turned to leave the hall. He didn't believe Dumbledore's nonsense at all, saying that 'it's better to become a permanent mystery' and 'that's your business'. If Dumbledore really wanted to make the Elder Wand disappear, he just needed to let himself live to the end of his life. He didn't believe that anyone would dare to do anything to Dumbledore.

Unless he was guarding against someone. Snape paused and looked at Felix at the dining table.

Then he walked through the long hallway and up the spiral staircase. Dumbledore's words that night emerged in their entirety, 'I hope that the day will never come when I will need it, and it would be best if it becomes a permanent mystery, which means that there will be no major changes in the wizarding world. '

Major changes... Snape chewed on these words and pushed open the door of the classroom.

Dumbledore had a premonition of some kind of danger, but he was not sure if it would happen, and when it would happen. In this case, it would be unwise to let a powerful wand disappear into history, so he was Dumbledore's backup, a...temporary custodian of the ownership of the Elder Wand?

Then who was Dumbledore's ideal successor?

As soon as Snape opened the door, he saw Harry sitting in the front seat, and suddenly a strong sense of disgust surged in his heart. He would never believe that Dumbledore would choose Potter, even though he had surpassed himself in combat power... Combat power?

Snape's body became stiff. If we speculate from this perspective, Dumbledore's options are actually very small.

Harry stared at Snape in a daze. He hadn't figured out how Snape could be in the examination room yet. And why was his expression so strange?

"Bang!"

Snape slammed the door shut and strode up to the podium. His face seemed to be covered with frost. Then he waved his wand fiercely, and stacks of test papers flew out of the locked cabinet in the classroom and landed accurately in front of the students.

"The time now is nine o'clock. You have two hours to answer the questions."

The students looked at each other and whispered to each other.

"Silence." Snape said loudly, and the sixth grade students once again felt the long-lost low pressure covering the entire classroom.

"Where is Professor Bagshot?" Neville asked bravely.

"He's still alive, but--" Snape stared at him with cold eyes and said slowly. Neville's face turned pale, but what? Harry's heart was hanging. "But you can only see him in the afternoon. I will be invigilating the sixth grade written exam. Now shut up - the exam begins!"

They hurriedly lowered their heads, opened the test paper and began to answer the questions. Harry was thinking while answering. Snape seemed very angry. Was it because he was going to invigilate them? From his words, Professor Bagshot should still be in school. For

the next two hours, the classroom was silent, with only the "rustling" sound of the feather pen rubbing against the test paper. After the exam, the students filed out and discussed in the corridor why Snape was invigilating them.

"Maybe Professor Bagshot is sick." A student said.

"He was fine this morning, and didn't Snape say that he would be in charge of the practical examination in the afternoon."

Harry saw the worried expression on Neville's face, and he felt worried. He found an opportunity to tell Hermione about this during lunch. Hermione held up her fork and thought for a long time.

"There's only so much we can do about this, Harry," Hermione said dejectedly. Seeing Harry opening his mouth to retort, she reached out and shook her fork twice to stop him. "Neville wants to do something for Professor Bagshot, which is the same as Lupin's farewell."

"Of course it's different!" Harry shouted. Several people around him looked over. He lowered his voice and said, "At least I won't be hurt, but Gr-but that man," he said calmly, "I saw what he did with my own eyes-although it's only in my memory-there are not a few innocent people who died because of him! That's why I rejected his subsequent invitations. What if he wants to do something dangerous to Neville..."

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

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

Harry was sulking alone. He felt that it was because he had some good feelings for Grindelwald before, and there was a suspicion of embellishment in his description, that Ron and Hermione failed to realize the seriousness of the problem.

After the practical test of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon, Harry ignored the strange looks of Ron and Hermione, caught up with Neville and asked: "Neville, Neville, did Professor Bagshot say anything to you alone?"

"He said I did well in the test." Neville looked happy.

"Oh, I mean, besides these-"

"Do you want to know when Professor Bagshot will leave the school?" Neville looked at him.

Harry hesitated and nodded.

"Did you ask him?"

"I asked, and he said he was not sure," Neville said softly, "but he gave me this." He took out a walnut-sized glass ball from his pocket, "A spyglass. It is one of the seven spyglasses mentioned by Professor Happ, and there is a hair of Professor Bagshot hidden in it."

Harry gave Ron and Hermione a meaningful look.

"——But it's bad." Neville gasped, and Harry was stunned. "Bad, bad?" He stuttered. Neville looked at Harry strangely, "Yes, it's just a souvenir, Professor Bagshot gave it to me casually."

"Can I see it, Neville?" Hermione said in an abnormal tone: "Well, I didn't know that Professor Bagshot had studied ancient runes."

Neville handed the glass ball to her trustfully.

"This is his early work, and it obviously didn't succeed. In fact, Professor Bagshot has been interested in ancient runes for a long time, right, Harry?"

"Yes... I did see a lot of related books in his office, and we discussed it together." Harry said in a daze, the past scenes surged in his mind, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt. He looked at Hermione, hoping to hear from her that there was no sneaky magic trick hidden in it. He

hoped very much that he was wrong.

"It's very finely made, and there are patterns on it." After a few minutes, Hermione said, and she returned the glass ball to Neville, "But it's really broken, and the runes inside are incomplete."

"Professor Bagshot told me the same thing," Neville said, "The pattern on it is one that he particularly likes, and you can see similar patterns on his clothes."

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

Neville couldn't help but glare at him and retorted stiffly: "Professor Bagshot's taste is obviously better." When he left, Hermione shook her head at Harry and Ron.

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

"Well, alas - this is the best result." Harry said with a sigh of relief, and a stone fell from his chest.

The next few days were calm. Ginny's OWLs exam was coming to an end, and Harry also took the time to go to the headmaster's office to finish the last class. When Dumbledore announced the end of the class, he was actually a little reluctant.

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

The old man opposite seemed to have a deep blue eye full of enthusiasm and expectation. Harry slightly shifted his gaze and fell on a pile of official letters and a book "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" on the desk.

Dumbledore stared at Harry, noticed where his eyes lingered, and explained casually: "That is an official letter from the International Confederation of Wizards. They have been sending one almost every day recently... I am indeed a bit procrastinating."

Harry actually wanted to ask what the story book said and why it was placed on the desk, but the current timing was obviously not too appropriate. He decided to find another more relaxed atmosphere to discuss this topic.

"How should I digest-" Harry didn't finish his words.

"Do the right thing, Harry. Not the easy thing." Dumbledore said, "Also think hard. This principle seems to be overused, but from my observation, quite a lot of people can endure physical torture, but can't stand the pain of loneliness and thinking."

Harry nodded, not quite understanding.

"Then - it's time to talk about the soul fragment in you."