"I'm very familiar with the Forbidden Forest. I've been here many times in the past two terms," ​​Harry answered casually.

Hagrid couldn't help but raise his voice: "Been here many times?"

"But I've never run into you while patrolling the forest."

Harry whispered, "We've met many times."

Hagrid was stunned.

He frowned as he recalled, then looked down and saw Yaya, who had put away his cheerful appearance and huddled against his legs after the little wizards had dispersed. He looked at Harry again and his heart skipped a beat.

"Every time Yaya gets scared, it's because she meets you?" A bold guess popped up in his mind and he said it out loud.

Harry nodded.

"Is it the Invisibility Cloak?" Hagrid clenched his fist and smashed it hard in his palm. "I should have thought of it earlier."

"Harry, next time you mustn't..."

Hermione interrupted them: "That's not the point."

"Harry is very responsible for his own safety and he can take care of himself."

"Hermione, you can't be so partial," muttered Hagrid.

Hermione blushed, shook her head, and said loudly: "I'm not biased! I'm discussing your class with you seriously, Hagrid, you should be serious too."

"There are many things you need to pay attention to..."

She began to talk in a rambling way.

Hagrid was very serious and listened patiently to all the suggestions made by Hermione.

for example……

Even if you are biased, there is no need to add so much, unless you can be like Professor Snape, who has a sullen face all day long and doesn't take anyone seriously.

Hagrid has this ability. No one in the school can compare to him when it comes to protecting magical creatures - after all, he is the only one who can hold down the Hippogriff with just two hands after it gets angry.

He was born a master.

But he couldn't muster the same aura as Snape.

He is a capable man with a big frame, but he has a cowardly face.

Of course, listening is one thing, but whether Hagrid can listen and execute it is the question...

They didn't stay long.

Next up is the last class of the day, Ancient Runes.

Compared to their Divination and Care of Magical Creatures, this course seemed very mediocre. They didn't have to pick up wands or feel the magical power of runes.

Essentially, it is like learning a new language, starting with the most basic letters.

In the first class, I learned sixteen.

Professor Bathsheba Barbling announced to them that there would be at least three more weeks of classes like today's. This was a very boring but very useful course.

Ron was drowsy. He rubbed his head and looked up his schedule. "Fortunately, there are only three classes tomorrow."

"Next runes class is on Thursday, oh… no, after Potions."

He couldn't help but feel heartbroken as the two classes he found most painful were held together.

Hermione corrected him unhappily: "Not together, there's a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in between."

"But Professor Lupin will assign papers," Ron said in an even more painful voice.

Hermione said earnestly: "At least it will allow us to make up for the two years we lost."

Ron sighed and followed them back into the Great Hall.

After dinner, they returned to the common room and Harry went to Dumbledore's office.

The first day of school was detention by Dumbledore.

Shout the command and walk through the door.

"Harry, you're here too early." Dumbledore looked at him helplessly. McGonagall had told him that Harry was very diligent about detention.

When school started last year, I at least found a reason.

By the end of the second year, they didn't even give a reason or ask for my opinion, they just decided to put me in confinement.

Flitwick also held his waist and told Dumbledore to be careful and cautious.

Dumbledore didn't agree.

He has seen many hardworking young wizards, and he himself was also a hardworking wizard when he was young.

Diligence is a good thing and an advantage.

Until now, when he saw Harry appearing in front of him at this point, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Only this one day a week." Harry came over, waved his wand, and moved the tables and chairs that were in the way to the side, including the one Dumbledore was sitting on. "Time waits for no one."

Dumbledore stopped and shook his head: "I know you are under a lot of pressure."

"I've also heard about the prophecy. The Ministry of Magic has sent someone to file it."

"Professor Lupin also told me about your performance in class. Don't worry, with me here, Hogwarts won't become what you worry about."

"Does Professor Lupin know he told you?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Dumbledore paused and said, "Just take it as what he said."

"What do you think of that prophecy?"

Harry shook his head: "There is no need to worry about the prophecy. Since it has been spoken, it will definitely come true. Instead of thinking about how to interpret the prophecy, it is better to think about how to improve your own strength."

Dumbledore looked at him with relief: "It's best that you think so, but I am not sure about that prophecy..."

"Perhaps we can wait until after class?" Harry interrupted, pulling out his wand.

The "lockdown" will end by curfew.

These things can be discussed after the confinement begins.

Dumbledore also took out his wand: "Harry, which one do you want to learn first?"

"Patronus Charm?" Harry looked out the window. It was night and it began to rain again. In the distance he could see a few Dementors floating in the sky, which was very annoying.

Dumbledore responded immediately: "A wise choice."

"Shall we review the Patronus Charm?"

Harry replied: "Concentrate and remember the happiest things."

"But you should also find some problems?" Dumbledore asked again.

Harry nodded. "Happiness and positive emotions are the foundation, and the essence of giving it a physical body is the belief in protection, just like the name of the spell."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, and he waved his wand. Without saying a spell, a silver phoenix emerged from the wand and landed next to Fawkes.

Fox greeted it affectionately.

"Of course, Dumbledores are a little different." Dumbledore smiled, "I haven't actually experienced the change from an ordinary Patronus to a Patronus of magical creatures."

"Dumbledore is from a very famous Phoenix family and can sign a contract with the phoenix." Harry said this expressionlessly, without any jealousy at all.

"The contract directly changes our Patronus." Dumbledore looked at the Phoenix with a nostalgic look in his eyes. "But a friend and I once studied this magic."

"How to change the patronus from an ordinary animal to a magical creature."

“It’s simple enough.”

"Emotions and will are the basis of spells. Although the Patronus Charm is ancient, it is no exception."

"Stronger and purer emotions and will, if you control them and let them be driven by you like magic, you can make the guardian evolve."

Harry was stunned, raised his head and looked at Dumbledore: "Is it that simple?"

"Powerful spells are not necessarily complex." Dumbledore shook his head. "Spells as complex as Animagus are rare."

“And it sounds simple, but it’s hard to achieve.”

"It took my friend a long time to achieve this, and he is also a very good wizard. At least in my eyes, he is as good as you."

"Him?" Harry looked puzzled. "I feel like you're talking about your old lover who's a fortune teller, but why him?"

Dumbledore avoided the question and took two steps back: "Harry, why don't you try?"

Control your emotions.

It moves them like magic.

This sounds similar to Occlumency.

Harry closed his eyes, tried to control himself, and chanted the spell.

"Expect God to Guard!"

When he opened his eyes again, it was still the lion, lying lazily on the ground, yawning.

"The emotions need to be stronger," Dumbledore instructed him.

Harry took a deep breath, dispelled the Patronus, and chanted the spell again.

The silver mist surged thicker, and the guardian god's body became more solid, but there were no other changes.

All night long.

Harry accepted Dumbledore's instruction and his spell-casting skills improved greatly. He could even start to skip some chants and gestures, but he never took the step of evolving into a magical creature.

Until eleven o'clock.

Dumbledore waved his hand wearily, "That is enough, Harry."

Now he finally understood why McGonagall and Flitwick had reminded him so earnestly and earnestly.

He has seen many hardworking people.

But someone as hardworking as Harry...

His physical strength, energy, and magic power seemed to have no limit. An ordinary person would have to stop and rest after half an hour or an hour at most.

Harry doesn't need to.

He worked tirelessly and never stopped. If he could not mobilize the magic that did not belong to him, and had the authority of the headmaster to mobilize the magic of Hogwarts.

Harry could even drain himself of money.

The biggest problem is still energy.

As early as nine o'clock, Dumbledore was very tired, but Harry was full of energy and even better than when he first entered the office.

How can I, an old man over a hundred years old, waste my time like this?

Even when he was young, he had never vented his energy so exaggeratedly with Grindelwald - when studying magic, he would stop at the right time and rest when it was time.

"Curfew already?" Harry sighed, very disappointed.

Dumbledore said in a relieved tone, "Yes, curfew is finally over. Let's sit down and talk about the prophecy."

He waved his wand and the tables, chairs and benches returned to their original positions.

Harry sat down. Dumbledore didn't pour him milk this time. He felt that Harry didn't need it. Why drink milk with so much energy?

etc……

Harry obviously won't be able to relax after being exhausted to this extent by him, and he can't let Minerva and Pomona get away with it.

Thinking of this, he waved his wand and poured out the milk, filling a large cup.

"What do you think of the prophecy?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry held the cup in his hand, silent.

He thought of a lot of things, but some of them were hard to express.

"Although you are very mature, you are still young after all." Dumbledore continued softly, "Tom Riddle was born at the end of December."

Harry looked up.

The words in the prophecy came to mind.

"People born in December will slowly wake up."