Chapter 592 Magic Potion

Before the on-site students focused on Dumbledore, he had left early, as abruptly as it appeared.

Felix knew that the school was full of anti-curses, and ordinary people could not perform phantom movements in the castle, but undoubtedly - the principal was privileged. However, Felix could see that Dumbledore was anxious to determine the sudden outbreak of the magic power in the castle this time, borrowing the power of the phoenix.

Felix has at least two ways to do the same thing.

The first one is undoubtedly to use magical talents of magical animals. He does not even have to transform magical creatures, but instead converts talents similar to phantom shifts into ancient magic, thus avoiding the ban on the school castle.

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The students in the office seemed very excited and energetic. Felix brought out various desserts and cookies to entertain them.

"There are no canary cookies in it, right?" Fred asked guiltily.

"You reminded me," Felix said, and he waved his hand and nothing happened, but Fred was obviously frightened and stared at the snacks on the small square table and dared not reach out.

Luna picked up a ginger salamander biscuit and took a bite and said, "I don't think this piece is magical." She seemed to comfort him, but others - including Felix - thought the sentence was counterproductive, and Fred was obviously more alert.

"Has Principal Dumbledore just arrived?" Harry asked uncertainly: "I seem to see him."

"I've been here and left again." Felix said concisely.

"Professor," Hermione couldn't help asking, "Why is Harry's patron saint becoming... completely different? Is there any trick here?" Others looked over and were curious about the answers to the question. Harry also wanted to know, and he also looked at Professor Happ.

Felix thought for a while and said, "I made a guess before, and the patron saint is useful. Some of you—" his eyes were circling between several people. "Maybe there are also firm ideals and firm belief that you will not give up, but in fact, these difficulties did not really happen, and your 'firm' is just an imagination."

"What makes Porter different from you is that his beliefs are not born out of thin air. He has experienced those cruel dangers and blows - when he is still persevering, this courage is very convincing."

Everyone savored these words silently. Harry blushed a little when he heard them. He could only pretend that he was thinking too, but his mind was actually blank.

Cedric asked: "Professor, can I understand this way? 'Thinking that you can overcome difficulties' can only bring you false courage and belief. Only by 'proving yourself' can this courage and belief are real. The former may also be worthy of encouragement, but... it is like a castle in the air."

Felix nodded at him with a smile.

"Think about how many vows we have made in our lives and how many can we realize them." He said with emotion.

"There are few people who have achieved great things in history who have been smooth sailing. They also need to drink the bitter wine of failure, but what distinguishes them from ordinary people is the choice after failure. Oh my God, if those people are also wizards, the guardian god would probably not be too bad."

In the evening, Felix picked up a pen and wrote a letter to the pen pal who was inconvenient to the news.

Starting with "I have a student", Yangyang described his new discovery of the patron sacred spell, and then turned the pen tip, and he introduced the concept of the Deathly Hallows on the grounds that "I have a student."

‘…I am certainly not mocking you for stealing other people’s arms, but just being simply curious. Isn’t anyone among your followers objecting? As a scholar, I must point out the risks: Although Peverier was one of the earliest families to disappear, it was just the disappearance of the paternal bloodline, and the descendants of the three brothers may be distributed in a certain corner. When they see that the heralds of their ancestors become the symbol of a bad reputation, what kind of mood will they feel in their hearts…’

Newmongaardburg.

"Disgusting little head!"

When Grindelwald read the letter, half a month had passed, and it was late April and early May. Grindelwald's wrinkled face stared at the letter paper and showed a strange smile: "Belief? It's far from enough, you have to burn yourself."

He turned his head and looked at the house elf.

"Bondy?" Grindelwald said softly.

"Ge, Lord Grindelwald." The house elf Bondy stood far away from the hard bed and lowered her head humbly.

"Why are you afraid of me? You are being warned by those 'adults' and warned me how cruel it is?

Little thing, you have the right to know more.

Half a century ago, a man named Dumbledore, with his children, dismembered my huge believer. When I was most proud and ready to go, I had to fight. I lost. I was imprisoned with magic, lost my innate right to cast spells, and could not even use a decent magic. I was imprisoned for half a century."

The house elf's head was lowered and his nose was almost stuck to the ground. He couldn't remember how many times he had been warned by the "wizard" of the International Wizards Federation, so he made up his mind that if the gentleman in front of him wanted him to help escape from prison, he would turn around and run away without waiting for him to finish his words.

He said in a trembling voice: "Sir Wizard, if you don't need to reply, Bondi will--"

"No, no, no, Bundy." Grindelwald whispered, stopping him.

"Your master was my believer. When I walked into this place, I still remained with you. Don't you want to know why you were sent here? Why did the 'adults' of the Federation acquiesced to your existence? They wished me to starve to death."

"My master and I get together because of a common idea, I'm just... the one standing in front."

Grindelwald reached out his hand, Bondy hesitated, hesitating, but he was convinced and slowly approached. Finally, his hands were stacked together.

Grindelwald smiled, and he could not tell from his youth at all. His cheeks were thin, his eyes were deep, his teeth were almost lost, and he looked like a skeleton. He said to the trembling house elf: "Look, isn't this easy?"

"Although I am not your master, you must have been asked to make me as comfortable as possible? I promise you that my request for you will not be more excessive than occasionally using your eyes to observe the outside world..."

"I need you, as I appreciate your long-term care."

"Now, I want you to show me some magical skills that I used to do better, but now I can only get solace from your casting."

Bondy breathed a sigh of relief, he followed the request. The House Elf did his best to create all kinds of dazzling tricks he knew. Then he stopped breathlessly, and Grindelwald thanked him, "I would be very grateful if I had a chance to see it in the future."

The house elf bowed and left.

There was only one person left in the small cell-like room.

Grindelwald looked up and stared at the window - it was a window, or just a narrow gap between black stones? The mountain wind howled at night, casting strange shadows.

He was very familiar with everything here, and even remembered the engraved "for greater good" at the entrance, which was left by him personally. The word "Neumungard" was also the name of the prison he built for his opponents.

But ironically, he was not executed after his defeat, but was imprisoned here.

Now he is the only living person left.

His cell is located at the top of this black, gloomy fortress, on the tower. Outside is a constant landscape.

To be honest, he was a little tired of it.

Especially there was a little bastard outside, constantly hooking him with various messages.

I don't know how long it took, but Grindelwald came to his senses. He spread his palms and stared at more than a dozen wisps of thin magic power in the palm of his palm. They were swimming like swimming fish, swiming around the size of a palm.

It was not his own magic, but the magic that he had just collected belongs to the house elf.

...

The cemetery in Little Hangerton Village is deserted, and traces of the battle remain. The Ministry of Magic sent someone to repair it later, but it was unable to completely restore it to its original state. This incident became another strange story among the residents of the village.

"Maybe it a wild beast-"

"Nonsense! I guess it's related to the death of the Riddles. They spent more than ten years turning into ghosts and successfully revenge their enemies." Dort said in the Hang Ghost Tavern, with one leg raised and his head tilted to the side - just like every time he got drunk, stinking out of his mouth.

"You mean the dead gardener, Frank Bryce?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Who else isn't he? He was acquitted for the police station's blessings, and he lived for so many more years. Think about it, Riddle's family of three died so strangely back then? If I want to say, retribution has come."

"Where are any ghosts? Do you have any evidence?" The waiter at the bar disliked him and retorted: "Prepare your wine money!"

Dort yelled twice, "Don't interrupt!" He turned his head to the other side and said mysteriously: "I really have evidence. I went to the cemetery behind the church to see Little Riddle's tomb--splied it open!"

"Really or not?"

Someone started to cheer: "You made it up, right? Why don't you go and have a look now?"

"You can't see it," Dort said regretfully: "There has been repaired."

Just as they were talking, someone had already taken advantage of the night to the cemetery behind the church.

Bellatrix Lestrange showed a fanatical expression on his face and drank the potion in his hand in one go.

"Owner--"

"Go to sleep, my dear Bella," said Voldemort, "I will wake you up before the final battle."

Bellatrix fell asleep deeply, the madness on her face became calm, and she lay quietly in the coffin, her hands closed on her lower abdomen, and a golden cup was tightly held in her hand. Voldemort waved his wand, and the lid of the coffin closed, and the dense alchemy symbols were lit up little by little.

Voldemort waved his wand and buried the coffin in the pit, covering it with thick mud.

For the next time, he will stay here until the duel day. He is waiting. If no one disturbs this time, he can take a risk and temporarily separate from his Horcrux and fight Dumbledore.

Dumbledore became weak, he could tell.

This good news completely overwhelmed the shame that Malfoy brought to him.

He knew how powerful his curse was, "using the excuse of eliminating the sequelae of curse." Voldemort sneered twice, very satisfied with Severus's work results.

He deliberately chose the O.W.Ls test as the date of duel, when all the professors would stay in school, not to mention Severus was there. If Hepp disappeared, he would get the news immediately.

But is Severus the only one who is insured?

Voldemort had various thoughts in his mind. From every angle, he was a loyal Death Eater, who perfectly executed his commands. But Voldemort never handed over trust to anyone, just as he never told any Death Eater secret to any Death Eater who was loyal to him.

Maybe he should make more preparations... How about letting the examiners of the Wizard Examination Bureau act as the ears? Use the Soul-Snatching Spell? No, there is a waterfall to guard against the thief, and he must find a more clever way. He doesn't need help, just confirm that Felix Happ has been in school.

And the Ministry of Magic Auror...

Voldemort began to think about all kinds of evil ghost tricks.

...

After school starts, especially after the first week of employment consultation, there is only one thing left for fifth-grade students.

That is to prepare for the exam.

Felix almost noticed that the students became more conscious and harder. The reason was not difficult to understand. After employment consultation, each student had one or two goals under the advice of his respective dean.

What's more, professors in almost every subject explain how important their subjects are.

I don’t know when, but the simplified process of magic potion preparation began to spread in the school. At first, the little wizards didn’t believe it. According to the convention in previous years, the popular things at this time should be amulets, Bafei’s brain-waking potions, dragon claw powder, etc.

But facts are better than words, and a series of amazing coincidences appear.

Neville Longbottom, who had originally had a score in the middle and lower reaches of the potion class, emerged as a sudden move, and Harry and Ron, who had average grades, performed well. This abnormal behavior naturally attracted the attention of students and a professor. In a potion class, he stared behind several people like a ghost.

Harry was sweating in his forehead. He had not done anything for ten minutes, and the daisy roots were almost chopped by him.

When Snape disappeared, he immediately opened the Potion Textbook, which was covered with a piece of parchment paper with the title "Violence Tonicant". The words on it were dense, but Harry knew that this medicine could actually be divided into seven major steps and three stages.

He quickly read the contents of the fifth step, which had something similar to the outline: ‘Enhance the effect of salamander blood.’ He continued to read. The original textbook was written very cumbersomely, and it took five steps, while the new and improved method was very short: ‘Filter off the residue, stir twice against clockwise, and then twice clockwise, slowly injecting magic.’

Harry grinned, it was almost equivalent to a combination of Professor Hepp and the 'half-blood prince'.

He chanted a spell gently, and a piece of parchment on the table quickly transformed into a filter. He took it twice, then stirred it twice clockwise and counterclockwise, and injected magic. The color of the potion had turned into a light blue.

Harry looked around and there were not many people who made it like him.

He lowered his head excitedly and continued to read the following content, at this time—
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