Chapter 621 Ancient Demonic Text Improvement Class

Gryffindor Common Lounge.

"What did you say? In school! Are they crazy?" Ron yelled, with an incredible expression on his face.

Hermione glared at him fiercely. Ron lowered his voice, but hissed even more urgently, saying, "Is this true? The mysterious man was locked in Classroom 7? Could it be that I was dreaming?" He subconsciously glanced at the wall clock in the lounge. Unfortunately, the lights were turned off now, and the light was too dark for him to see clearly.

"The professors have imposed a lot of magic on him," Harry whispered, and he described the experience of Voldemort to the two in detail, focusing on the weebosnake composed of multiple patron saints, but Ron was still muttering "Crazy, all crazy."

Hermione seemed a little calmer. She was just surprised for a moment and tried to analyze the intention of doing so.

"I thought Voldemort was dead-"

Harry and Ron looked over in surprise.

Hermione said impatiently: "Oh, yes, Harry saw the last picture of Voldemort being caught last semester, but that didn't mean much, because at that time," she made a 'Horcrux' lip shape, "and one in the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange."

"...If Voldemort died at that time, it would be a relief, because he could hide in the state of remnant souls. So I could fully understand what Professor Hepp and Principal Dumbledore did. The problem was, I thought they would destroy the Horcrux as soon as possible, but they did not..." She showed a confused expression and looked at Harry, "It must be something wrong."

"You're right," said Harry. "Voldemort had one more thing to live for everlasting life than expected."

Hermione and Ronzie breathe in.

"Have you found the extra one? Is it ruined?" Ron asked hurriedly.

Harry stared at him, nodded in a blank expression, and shook his head again.

"Finished, but not destroyed yet?" Ron guessed, "But why, is it not easy to get it in someone's hands? Oh, Professor Hayp can steal it-"

"Harry!" Hermione shouted.

"Oh, sorry, I don't think Professor Hepp would mind-" Ron apologized halfway and suddenly realized that Hermione was not calling his own name, "My name is Ron, do you remember?" But Hermione stared at Harry's face, her lips trembling.

Ron's pupils dilated in fear, and he slowly turned his head to look at Harry.

"Yes, I'm the last one." Harry tried his best to calm his tone.

"Shh." He saw the two of them opening their mouths at the same time and raised a finger. "Things still turn around. It was because of this that President Dumbledore and Professor Hepp saved Voldemort's life. Listen to me-"

He began to tell them the whole story, but he hid the existence of the Resurrection Stone that Dumbledore asked him to keep secret. The story was very long, and he had to start with the last exam of magic history. Harry quickly talked about the scene he saw in Snape's memory. For some reason, he did not hide anything and said it out loud.

Ron and Hermione couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you remember the boy from the medicine store?" Hermione asked softly, Harry knew she was talking about the story they got from Professor Hepp in the name of Ms. Jane. It was the first time Harry forced himself to examine Snape's complex emotions towards Lily Evans.

No one spoke for a long time.

After a while, Harry continued. He talked about seeing Snape and Dumbledore's personal conversation - "They knew it long ago?" Ron shouted, "No, did you know it at that time?" He looked at Harry with a look of a liar, and Harry grinned at him, "I thought I was dead at that time."

"No wonder you suddenly wanted to write a book." Ron woke up and showed a suspicious look. "When you were in the humiliation, you and Ginny didn't interact much. I thought you were embarrassed at the time, but now I think..." He clenched his fists and was angry.

Harry flinched and took a step back.

"If you plan to abandon it all the time--"

"How could it be!"

Harry said panickedly, Ron had already rushed up at this time. Harry closed his eyes, but it was not a punch, but a hug. Harry almost couldn't breathe. "Damn it, remember this punch first, if there is another next time-" Ron threatenedly swung his fist.

Hermione covered her mouth, her eyes glowing with water, "Oh, you two."

It seemed like it had passed, and the rain was clear. Harry felt that this was the first time he had laughed so well in two months. He saw the worry in Hermione's eyes, and hesitated and said, "Don't worry, Dumbledore told me something... He has a secret weapon..." Seeing Hermione want to speak, Harry shook his head repeatedly. "Don't ask, I promised Dumbledore to keep the secret."

Harry's source of faith is the legendary Resurrection Stone. He witnessed the magic of this holy artifact with his own eyes - Dumbledore used it to recall his sister Ariana and introduced her to Harry, which was just some of the fur Dumbledore got from "studying the Resurrection Stone."

"By the way," Ron said, "I saw Hagrid when I left the auditorium at night."

Harry's eyelids twitched. He felt the confidence in his chest quickly replaced by some other emotion. He said in a dry voice: "Hagge - what did he say?"

"Are you still going to choose his class this year?" Ron asked back. Neither Harry nor Hermione said anything.

The three of them looked at each other in a glance.

While lying on the bed, Harry stared at the four-poster bed board and couldn't help but complain in his heart, why didn't Ron raise this problem tomorrow?

After breakfast the next day, the new sixth grader stayed.

The four deans came down from the staff's table and distributed and organized class schedules for the students. This was really a hassle because the deans had to check the students' O.W.Ls test scores and confirm that they were eligible for class.

"Poil class - good. If I still teach this class, I would never accept this score."

Snape's recognizable indifference voice reached the Gryffindor's long table.

"Poil class only needs to be good?" Ron asked, as he had just thought that the Potion class professor had already replaced him.

"Yes, Weasley, Professor Slughorn is willing to accept students with a grade of 'good' and above." Professor McGonagall said, putting a stack of blank courses on the dining table and flipping through his notes.

She called several students in order and distributed course sheets to them.

"Granger."

Hermione strode over and said quickly:

"I will continue to learn spell science, dark magic defense, metamorphosis, herbal medicine, arithmetic divination, ancient magic literature and potion science."

Professor McGonagall showed a smile on his serious face.

"Of course, Miss Granger and Professor Machiban wrote a letter of praise." She waved her wand, and some golden ink words appeared on the empty course sheet immediately. Then she turned her head to Neville, who took out a small note with a little nervousness and read the contents on it, "I chose herbal medicine, black magic defense, ancient magic text--"

Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

"Don't be nervous, Longbottom, your mother has written to me. With your grades, you can choose another magic potion. Is it OK?" She looked at Neville, who nodded.

Then Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and raised his head from the crowd, "Who else chose ancient magical literature? The first class is ancient magical literature class, you have to hurry up--"

Raise countless arms.

“—Professor Happ only accepts students who have achieved ‘excellent’ results in the O.W.Ls exam,” she added.

Several arms were lowered down dejectedly.

"So that's the case," said Professor McGonagall, looking at the number of students who had not decreased much, and said with some headaches: "Let's line up in order."

Ron looked at the crowd with a look of surprise and whispered to Harry: "There are still people who haven't gotten the best, it's incredible..."

Harry just shrugged. According to his observation, everyone's ancient magical literature scores were surprisingly good, which led to a phenomenon that everyone seemed to regard improvement classes as a compulsory course. Although Professor Happ warned everyone that it was difficult to improve classes last school year, few students had the courage to give up an advantageous subject.

Finally, Harry and Ron chose the same course, namely spell, black magic defense, herbal medicine, transformation, potion and ancient magic text.

"Only one subject is less than Hermione." Ron said half proudly and half sighing.

Harry was not surprised. He recalled his five years at Hogwarts - the first three academic years were relatively easy, and he and Ron basically only worked hard for the last two months of the term; but the two years in the fourth and fifth grades were like nightmares.

In the fourth grade, they practiced magic hard for the championship, but at the end of the third event, they were almost killed by Voldemort.

Harry will never forget how powerless he was when facing Voldemort - if it were just himself, he would have been fine, but he watched Ron and Hermione suffer. Their life and death depend entirely on a thought of Voldemort, which could turn into a cold corpse at any time.

It is precisely because of this experience that their training intensity once made Sirius unable to stand it. Even Ron-Harry knew that he didn't care much about his grades, but he had been gritting his teeth and till he survived the past two years.

The only explanation is that Harry thought of what Hermione said to him during the summer vacation of the fourth grade, "I don't want to die in war." But they don't want to watch their companions die in war next time when they face Voldemort.

...

When the three of them arrived at the ancient magical classroom, Professor Haipu was already waiting there, and the chairs were full of students.

"Why are there so many people?" Harry said in surprise.

"The improvement class is for four colleges to teach together," Hermione whispered.

"Hey. Look over there." Ron poked Harry's ribs with his fingers. Harry looked to the far left of the first row. A furry sniffing yawned and sat on a pile of thick books. Daphne Greengrass sat upright on the other side, but his eyes always subconsciously glanced to the left.

"Valen?" Hermione said in surprise. When Valen heard the sound, he raised his head and waved lazily at them.

"Merlin's beard," Ron exclaimed, "Professor Happ is no longer satisfied with letting Sniffon know literacy."

They found a seat to sit down. Harry couldn't help staring at the back of Valen's head. He looked at the professor who was sitting next to the podium and was looking through the book of Demonic Texts. He felt that it was extremely strange. Are they going to become classmates with a sniff?

After a while, Felix put away the Book of Magic and stood up. His eyes swept across the classroom, and the seats were now full.

"You have experienced three years of ancient magic literature study and achieved excellent results."

"I hope you chose this course with your love for ancient magical texts, because you will find that the difficulty of improving the class is completely different from before... You should have heard of casting without a stick? Yes, this technique is widely used in the Vagado Magic School."

"Ancient demonic texts also had similar requirements."

"Now put away the wand, you need to learn to get rid of unnecessary constraints," Felix said, and the students below put away the wand in a mess. "Very good, I need you to use your fingers to outline ancient magic texts in the air. I know some of you can do it. The next step is to use your will to mobilize magic power and let the magic text symbols appear automatically by your side. The more the better! Let's start."

The importance of magic wands to wizards is undoubtedly a great mental blow to students. Most people stare at a small piece of air in front of them, their faces flushed red, and their fingers slashed randomly, as if they had some kind of disease.

"I told you."

Felix said in a low and hilarious voice, walking among students, "There are actually some tricks, but you need to discover them yourself." His tone was full of gloating.

He walked to Hermione, who was holding a glittering magic word in her hand. She was about to raise her hand when she looked up and saw the professor glaring at her.

Hermione put her hand down awkwardly.

"How did you do it?" Harry whispered as Felix left. Ron and the students around him immediately raised their ears and listened.

"Imagine the magic symbols of the magic symbols in your mind." Hermione whispered.

Harry and the students around him suddenly realized.

Professor Haip has emphasized the importance of the magic symbol of practical magic texts more than once, but they did not associate it with the content of this class. Soon, this "secret" was transmitted to every student's ears at a rapid speed. Felix pretended not to hear it, watching the students' hollowed out their minds like a ray of light, a ball of flame, or a flowing water flow...
To be continued...