On the first day of school after the holiday, the sixth grade students sat in the Charms classroom. The voice of Professor Flitwick, who had goblin blood, was drowned out by the violent storm outside. He waved his wand, and the windows that were making loud noises were sealed, and the classroom became quiet.

"Okay, students, pay attention. There are less than two months left before the final exam." Flitwick raised his wand and said in a shrill voice: "Open the textbook and read the second to last chapter."

The students took out the textbooks silently and read the contents of the textbooks. The closed windows isolated the bean-sized raindrops and the black sky outside, but from time to time, the rumbling thunder still drilled into their ears.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a worried look while flipping through the books.

"Harry will be fine." Ron whispered with a little uneasiness, and Hermione nodded slowly. There was an empty seat next to them, which was reserved for Harry, but nearly two hours had passed since they separated.

In Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Thick rain hit the roof with a crackling sound. Inside the house, Hagrid stood uncomfortably beside the fire, not even noticing the milk can boiling on the stove. Fang the hound whimpered.

"You coward, don't you even recognize Harry?" Hagrid growled at the frightened hound hiding behind him.

In front of them, Felix, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were circling around a tall stag, checking its condition.

"Are you okay, Harry?"

The stag yowled twice, then seemed to find that the language was not understood, and quickly shook its antlered head. However, Felix and Dumbledore did not relax their vigilance. Felix's eyes turned gray and white, and he walked slowly around the stag. Dumbledore

also looked at it steadily, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the stag's brown-gray skin.

It was not until more than ten minutes later that the two stopped.

Felix and Dumbledore exchanged glances. "I don't see any problem," said Felix. Dumbledore blinked. "Neither do I. But I need to observe further."

"I'll stay. I don't have classes in the morning," said Felix knowingly.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall left together. When they pushed open the door, a flash of lightning streaked across the open space in front of the house, illuminating Professor McGonagall's somewhat confused expression. "Dumbledore, I don't understand..."

The door closed behind them.

"This rain is really heavy." Hagrid said in a muffled voice, and then looked at the stag's huge antlers slowly shrinking, the body upright, and turned into a wizard in amazement. He walked over and hugged Harry with an arm as thick as a thigh, and then stuffed the hot cup into Harry's arms.

"Drink some milk, you may be exhausted..."

"Thank you, Hagrid. If you ask me, I know where this rain came from."

Harry muttered, and at this time, Felix leaned his head out of the window. They heard a high-pitched cry from above their heads.

The rain gradually subsided.

Harry sipped the boiling milk. He had just experienced his first Animagus transformation and his mood gradually calmed down. Some new ideas came to him.

Two weeks had passed since the last full moon. He felt the throbbing of the Animagus again. Everything seemed to be a natural outcome. He learned from the last lesson and immediately found Professor McGonagall to report it, fearing that a Stunning Spell would appear on the road and repeat the same mistake.

It can be seen that Professor McGonagall seemed to have the same idea. She quickly notified Professor Happ.

The next development was beyond Harry's expectations. Along with Professor Happ, there appeared Headmaster Dumbledore, who had been missing throughout the Easter holiday. There was a happy spark in his eyes, but when he saw Harry, the smile on his face was slightly restrained.

"It just happened to happen," Dumbledore explained briefly: "I promised to help gather some clouds."

This reason sounded reasonable, because there were only two or three thin clouds hanging on the horizon. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be a sunny day today, but after twenty minutes, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a huge shadow was separated from Professor Hepburn. Harry knew it was the Thunderbird.

In just a moment, there was lightning and thunder outside, and heavy rain poured down.

After getting the hidden potion, Dumbledore did not let Harry try to transform immediately, but took him to Hagrid's hut. Harry took the red potion in the vegetable garden. Hagrid seemed to be in a hurry for the unexpected visit of the group. The house was in a mess. When he saw Harry turned into a huge stag, he was amazed.

I don't know if it was an illusion caused by the transformation, but Harry actually felt that several professors were a little nervous. This kind of thing is not difficult to understand for Professor McGonagall, because she hides a heart that cares about students under her serious appearance, but it is very strange for Professor Hepburn and Dumbledore. Especially compared

with Hermione's experience of transformation, Professor Hepburn's expression at that time was like going out for an outing, and the way he took out various snacks from his pocket impressed Harry.

He was afraid that the professor would follow suit this time and take out a handful of weeds from his pocket and stuff them into his mouth.

After successfully transforming, Harry was led to the hut - he was reluctant to leave the pumpkin patch. The green pumpkin seedlings had a special attraction to him. He realized that he had not eaten breakfast today - several professors took turns to check his body. It seemed that his Animagus form was not a stag, but a delicate and fragile porcelain.

There must be something that was not considered in the middle, Harry thought indignantly.

Unknowingly, the glass of milk was empty.

"It's almost time to rest, Harry, let's try again." Felix said, the rain had stopped completely, and a beam of sunlight shone down and shone into the house. Harry listened, put down the cup, and stood up silently.

"Why not rest for a while and eat a sausage or something." Hagrid said on the side.

"Hagrid, time is limited, let's get the business done first." Felix said, "After the training, I think Harry should like vegetable food more."

After that, he signaled Harry to start. Harry took a deep breath and pointed the wand at himself. His heart beat vigorously. A tall animal image appeared in his mind. Harry embraced that feeling with all his strength.

His body began to deform. His clothes and glasses melted into his body like liquid. He felt uncomfortable, but it was much better than the severe pain the first time. He even easily controlled the sudden urge to break the window and escape.

In the stag state, some of his human features were retained. There was a dark patch of fur around his eyes, which reminded people of the glasses Harry usually wore. His wand fell to the floor.

Felix examined Harry carefully.

There was a faint light around the stag's body, pure white, but under the white light there was a layer of black light, which seemed to blend into its fur and was difficult to detect.

After a full ten minutes, Harry was allowed to transform back. He was panting, and the ease of the second transformation made him feel the pressure of the professor's eyes.

"Professor, is there anything wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing has been found yet." Felix said.

Long before Harry practiced Animagus, he and Dumbledore had considered the risks and concluded that it was not a big problem. Voldemort's soul fragment was actually attached to Harry's soul, not a part of his body, so in theory, Animagus Transfiguration would not have much effect on Harry.

But it's always right to be careful about some things.

After all, there is magic in the soul fragment, and no one can guarantee that this magic will not participate in the transformation. But considering that the soul fragment has been in a dormant state, the probability of this possibility is very small.

The next step is to test whether repeated transformation will activate the dormant soul fragment.

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It was not until after noon that Felix left Hagrid's hut. Harry looked at the time and decided to stay and have lunch with Hagrid. After a while, the iron pot was filled with the aroma of mushrooms and wild vegetables. "

Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door. Harry and Hagrid looked at each other. Harry walked over to open the door. Ron and Hermione were standing outside. He was about to speak when Hermione couldn't wait to say, "I met Professor Happ on the way."

"What a coincidence." Harry said with a smile.

So the four of them stared at the mushroom soup eagerly. "Not enough," Hagrid muttered, "I remember there were some biscuits..." Hermione hurriedly took out a bunch of snacks from the beaded bag, and Harry and Ron also persuaded Hagrid to stop working. "

Prepared quite well." Hagrid said in a muffled voice, stirring the food in the pot with a spoon, "Then I'll grill some more sausages, sizzling and greasy, your favorite."

Harry suddenly felt nauseous. Professor Happ's words unfortunately came true.

He planned to check what the stag liked to eat when he got back, but maybe it was not necessary. He could just follow his feeling. He was obsessed with the pumpkin patch behind the house...

"So, Dumbledore showed up, too?" Ron asked with a strong purpose, which drew Hagrid's attention away. Harry mentioned that the reason for Dumbledore's appearance was to "create some clouds", and Ron and Hermione were half-believing and half-doubting.

"But since the professors said it was okay, does that mean you can practice Animagus in the future?" Ron whispered, "That's great. I wonder when I can experience that feeling." He couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

"This is my second attempt, so I'm naturally faster." Harry said.

Hermione suggested that Ron practice the Patronus Charm more when he had nothing to do.

"There's never enough time," Ron said in a distressed tone. "Professor Flitwick told us this morning that there were only six weeks left until the exams, and then he assigned a two-foot-long assignment."

They quickly passed over the topic. The pot on the stove boiled, and the four of them happily enjoyed a meal of mushroom and vegetable soup and grilled sausages. Hagrid ate three quarters of the food alone.

After eating and drinking, the topics of their conversation became more and more diverse.

"Professor Bagshot is also very knowledgeable about the Patronus Charm. He said that a high-level Patronus can add additional magic." Harry said after swallowing a bite of chocolate cauldron cake, patting his bloated belly, which was full enough.

When it came to magic, Hermione immediately became shrewd.

"It's possible," she analyzed slowly, "Remember? Professor Happ can integrate ancient magic into his own Patronus, but he almost reconstructed this magic with memory nodes..."

"Speaking of Professor Bagshot," Hagrid seemed to think of something, "I forgot to send him Easter eggs, poor man... I remember he said he was from abroad, maybe no one gave him a gift."

"Dumbledore sent it," Harry said immediately, "I saw the packaging box and greeting card in his office. Well - Neville and I also sent it."

"Well, that's good." Hagrid seemed relieved, "Dumbledore is indeed considerate enough in this regard. He also gave Snape a gift on the morning of the second day of Easter. I guess..."

"Wait!" Harry interrupted hurriedly, "You said the morning of the second day of Easter?"

"Yes." Hagrid looked at him puzzled.

"But Dumbledore is not-" Harry was a little confused. Dumbledore told him that he would stay with his brother throughout the holiday and had important things to deal with.

"Maybe he came back in the middle." Hermione guessed in a low voice.

"Yeah, Hogsmeade is so close to the school, it only takes a morning walk to get back." Ron said.

Harry was almost convinced, although he still had a little doubt in his heart, so he asked Hagrid:

"Did you see them? Where? What did they talk about at the time?"

"I don't know, I just came back from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and little Grawp can build his own house now, ahem - I saw them talking and I walked away." Hagrid said in a rough voice: "Do I look like someone who eavesdrops? And my body shape doesn't allow..."

Ron laughed out loud, and he quickly covered his mouth, "Sorry, Hagrid - it was an unintentional mistake."

"What about their actions at the time? Didn't you say Snape received a gift?" Harry continued to ask.

"Very curious," Hagrid glared at him, but still showed a reminiscent expression, "Well, I just took a quick glance - Snape didn't look very good at the time... Dumbledore's tone was brisk, and he kept persuading him to accept something. I think it can't be anything else except a gift, right?"

Harry lowered his head and thought.

"So, you didn't see Snape holding a round Easter egg, but just heard one or two words... Could it be that Dumbledore wanted Snape to accept something else?"

"What could it be?" Hagrid asked, pulling his beard.

"I don't know, maybe a Santa hat?" Harry guessed randomly. He suddenly realized that his memory of Snape had faded a lot. He hadn't seen him a few times in more than half a year, and the deepest memory was still on Christmas.

They discussed for a while, but didn't come up with any useful ideas, so they said goodbye to Hagrid and walked towards the castle.

"Maybe it's just an ordinary gift," Ron said to Harry, seeing that Harry was still absent-minded, "Think about it, Snape shouldn't be able to find many people to give him gifts. I think besides Dumbledore, it's probably only Professor Happ, and maybe Malfoy." He said carefully.

"Or - it's Voldemort's wand!" Harry said suddenly, as if there was an electric current flowing through his body.

He had just been thinking about what important things Dumbledore could give away. He thought of the Pensieve, the carrier of the Horcrux, the Resurrection Stone, the silverware on the table that made funny sounds, and even a book, but he either ruled them out or thought they were meaningless.

But he suddenly remembered the wand that Dumbledore had placed on the table and looked at it during the first class.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Harry, however, spoke excitedly:

"Headmaster Dumbledore had already got the wand before Voldemort was resurrected! At that time, old Mr. Crouch was under the Imperius Curse and the Confusion Curse, and was controlled by the spell to serve the weak Voldemort, while his son, Crouch Jr., replaced Mad-Eye as an undercover agent in the school. As a result, on Christmas Day, the headmaster and Professor Happ jointly raided the Crouch Mansion, and the wand was one of the trophies."

He continued excitedly:

"And this wand itself is of great significance. It is Voldemort's first wand, and the phoenix feather in the wand core comes from Fawkes. If it hadn't been lost in that accident, maybe he wouldn't have wanted to replace it..."

"But why? Why did Dumbledore give Voldemort's wand to Snape? Snape can't use it." Ron asked.

"Yeah, why?" Harry murmured.

"Harry, you can actually ask Headmaster Dumbledore in person. You have many opportunities." Hermione persuaded, referring to the time when the two were in class alone.

"I—" Harry hesitated, wavering in his heart, unable to make up his mind.

"I'm not sure. If Headmaster Dumbledore sneaked back, he obviously doesn't want a third person to know about his conversation with Snape, right? I might not be able to ask anything—"

He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes widened, and a huge silver creature with long horns flashed past them and rushed straight towards the castle.