Chapter 623 Key Person

Ten minutes passed quickly.

The bell rang, and the students turned their heads silently and looked at the three professors behind them. This was the first time they encountered such an occasion, and the professors in class disappeared, but the number of professors in other subjects far exceeded the standard.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the back of the classroom. "You can leave, students. As for homework-" She tightened her lips, her eyes under the framed glasses were a little hesitant, and she was obviously unwilling to interfere, especially when she was not satisfied with the class.

"You can ask the professor yourself," Felix interjected, "but it would be a good idea to keep this mystery before the next class."

Professor McGonagall's protest was instantly drowned out by cheers and the scattered noise of packing things. In almost the blink of an eye, the classroom was empty by one-third. Several members of the front-line observation station were quick and skillful, and rushed out first.

"Oh, uh-" Hermione stood at the door and looked around, as if looking forward to seeing the new professor come back at the last moment, but her roommates, Ravender and Parvati, took her away from left and right.

There were cheers coming from the corridor.

The classroom of the Black Magic Defense Class was messy - the seats were crooked and the paper was flying. Professor McGonagall glared at Felix with a serious expression, but obviously she had something more important to deal with. She knocked her wand on a piece of parchment paper with her handwriting, which folded up automatically and stuffed it into her pocket.

Felix glanced at the parchment, which was full of Grindelwald's extraordinary words in class... The professor of Transformation seemed to be the most prepared person. He estimated that Professor McGonagall would soon appear in the principal's office with this evidence.

Grindelwald is indeed unruly.

Felix couldn't help thinking. The words he said only need to change a few words, and it would become a good wizard's war preparation declaration against Muggles. The sudden turn from the festive festival to the cold-eyed hostility was a stroke of magic, which grasped people's hearts and emotions quite accurately.

But he also annoyed Dumbledore. Although his attitude was obviously revoked in the end, none of the four professors who came to attend the class today were fools, and they could understand the implicit meaning.

When Professor McGonagall's plaid robe disappeared, Snape's upper lip curled up and looked at Felix maliciously.

"You've met a competitor."

Felix rolled his eyes. "You said too, it's just a competitor. I'm not the only trouble he has. Maybe he's being scolded with the cold wind." He also guessed maliciously. Today, Grindelwald misinterpreted the original meaning of his book, which undoubtedly made Felix take another note in his heart.

To sum up, the relationship between the two is good and the bad. When it is good, you can open your heart, talk nonsense, and exchange views in depth; when it is bad, you will naturally expose each other's shortcomings without any politeness.

One said that the other party was naive and irresponsible; the other secretly asked the other party how he lost 100,000 believers.

On the top of the astronomical tower.

This is the highest altitude of Hogwarts Castle, with a wide view. It is usually open only when students take astronomical classes at night, and few people come during the day.

Therefore, this is also a good place to talk.

Dumbledore stood by the wall of the tower, overlooking most of the Hogwarts Castle and Forbidden Forest from a high place. It had just rained yesterday, so it was cloudless and sunny, without a trace of clouds blocking the view.

Grindelwald stared at his back, as if he was wondering how to push Dumbledore down from a high place.

But he just walked slowly over, his eyes flashing with the light of memories.

Both of them were at a low point when they first met - of course not the Godric Valley - Dumbledore's mother died at that time, and Grindelwald was expelled from the school for engaging in dangerous black magic research. Of course, this may be a good thing for him, because Grindelwald didn't think he could learn anything else from school. He was just a little depressed and rushed to his aunt's retreat.

There are clues about the Deathly Hallows there.

No matter what, he intends to give it a try. Not to mention, his aunt Bashida Basharat, who wrote The History of Magic, can provide him with great help in intelligence.

But what Grindelwald never expected was that his aunt would introduce him to a boy of equal talent, Dumbledore, who had just graduated and had nowhere to go to relieve his worries. They fell in love with each other like fire and pot. Two young men, who were only one year apart, came together because of their dream of establishing a new wizard order and their unparalleled talent. Their relationship became closer and closer. Finally, they set up a blood alliance in a barn to make a vow of "never hurt each other."

But this relationship ended abruptly at its peak.

Since then, the love-hate entanglement between them has spanned nearly a century, and influenced each other at important nodes in each other's life, like a pair of inseparable gears, while slapping each other's lives, it has been stamped with a deep and eternal mark.

Now, they are all old.

"You brought me here just to see the scenery?" Grindelwald asked slowly.

"You should know that people have just come out of the shadow of war, and peace is hard to come by." Dumbledore said calmly.

Grindelwald's lips raised a sarcastic arc and stood side by side with Dumbledore, watching with him the size of a matchbox below the students who were only the size of a matchbox crossing the grounds, the stone bridges, and the figures flashing through the windows as they passed through the castle corridor.

"False peace. You and I know it well, Dumbledore, or you wouldn't let me stay—it's easier to convince you than I thought, I just showed you that image, and you almost immediately agreed."

Grindelwald tilted his head slightly and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed at the astronomical tower, closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes becoming clear.

"Isn't that exactly what you hope?" he said. "You don't even forget to remind me in class - or threat - with the massive anti-wizard parade you see in your sight. Maybe it's because the people of the International Wizards Federation made you feel threatened and you were asking me for more rights."

"They humiliated me, and you just watched!"

"This is the only way to get them to agree to you stay in school." Dumbledore said solemnly.

This happened on the day Felix set off for the Ifamoni Magic School during the summer vacation. The International Wizards Federation secretly sent a team to conduct strict inspections and assessments of Grindelwald's physical condition.

A moment of silence.

"Just a year?" Grindelwald asked suddenly.

"It's just a year," Dumbledore said.

"Oh, I get it," Grindelwald grinned, revealing neat teeth that didn't match his face. "You must be dissatisfied with the Muggle Professor at school."

"Professor Bubaji did a great job," Dumbledore said softly.

"Are you? Are you referring to the flowers and plants she is obsessed with?" Grindelwald sneered. "Maybe it was nothing before, but at this time, she was completely unqualified. Look at the old teaching materials she used, there is no novelty, and her understanding of the Muggle society seems to have remained in the last century."

“Caredi takes time.”

"But you don't plan to give her time, so I'm standing here, Dumbledore, what are you anxious about?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep. When he heard the footsteps moving away from him, he said slightly coldly: "Remember, Garrett, I can send you back at any time." His footsteps paused slightly.

"It's so ruthless."

Dumbledore was the only one left on the astronomical tower. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and recalled the prophecy scene that Grindelwald showed during the interview in his mind.

"Rita Skit," he murmured, "Why are you in the parade, and why are you so young, and there is little difference from now? Does this indicate that exposure to the wizarding world is inevitable, and within a few years?"

He took out a black gem ring from his wide robe and put it on his hand, rubbing the patterns on the surface of the gem with his other hand.

A whirlwind swept into the astronomical tower.

"Aliana," he said softly.

...

"Can anyone tell me," Ron said, swaggeringly sitting in the soft chair in the common room, "we obviously took the same class, but Hermione was too busy?"

Harry looked up from a piece of parchment and saw Hermione seemingly buried herself with a thick stack of books - she disappeared for a while after the Black Magic Defense class, and became like this when she came back.

Harry shrugged, he felt like Hermione.

So he lowered his head and continued to think about Quidditch's selection. Currently, there are three old men left on the team - he, the captain and goalkeeper, goalkeeper Ron, and chaser Katie Bale, and he has to recruit at least four more people.

Maybe consider letting Ginny in.

Harry thought quietly and was soon fascinated by the idea. Ginny had the opportunity to join the team last year, and she flew pretty well, and Harry was confident that she passed the selection.

But Ginny is in the fifth grade this year and needs to prepare for the O.W.Ls exam. I wonder if she can take time?

Harry wrote and painted on parchment and decided to find an opportunity to ask. He seemed to have not been alone with Ginny for a long time... "Bang!" The book in front of Harry fell down, revealing Hermione's annoyed face. Ron shrank his hand awkwardly, as if he was about to pull out one of the books under the thick stack.

"Hermione, you won't get the time converter on your back, right?" Ron asked the first question.

"Of course not!" Hermione said, snatching the book back from Ron, "but since there are so many tasks to complete..."

"Task? Why didn't I see it?"

Hermione said: "Ancient Magical Papers--" "No need to write, I can meet the professor's requirements." Ron said proudly, "Oh, it's not possible now, but have you discovered that people who have succeeded have a common characteristic? They all mastered lighting techniques, and I happen to be able to do it. In fact, I already feel a little bit, just practice a little..."

"And the black magic defense technique-"

"I don't believe that anyone would go to Professor Basharat to ask for homework, that would be purely trouble." Ron said without hesitation, then looked at Hermione with a suspicion, "You won't do this, are you?"

Hermione was so angry that she had a strong impulse to say yes.

"What's more, you don't know what homework you left now." Ron added.

Harry nodded in agreement, he was preparing to hold the Quidditch selection on the weekend, so the fewer homework in the first week, the better.

"We can prepare early," said Hermione. "The improvement class of ancient magic literature is mainly practice. Just look at Professor Hayp to guess what to learn this year, and there is also the black magic defense technique. Don't you think the new professor's speech is very meaningful?"

"You say this," Harry interrupted, and he said empathetically: "A lot of people are discussing that class during lunch." He looked around and lowered his voice, "I feel that Professor Basharat is hostile to Muggles."

Ron suddenly realized, "That's true... I thought it was just his bad taste."

"Maybe it has something to do with his identity and has been excluded." Harry guessed that he thought of Felch's experience.

Then he suddenly had inspiration, "Maybe Professor Basharat was attracted by his exclusive wand, and time was almost up to par! And he might have suffered a lot in his country, so he immediately came to the UK without hesitation after hearing the news-"

"He's a foreigner?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Have I not mentioned it to you?" Harry said hesitantly, "he said he is from Austria."

"Austria? So he might have graduated from Demstrong?" Hermione said with interest.

"It's also possible that he hasn't been to school at all," Ron murmured in a low voice, "Don't forget, he's-" he hummed, "Squin."

"Impossible," Hermione vetoed, "You have also seen it today. He showed his profound human deformation in class, and he used a silent spell! If he was a squin, he would never reach this level in a short time-" She looked at the scattered pile of books in front of her thoughtfully, "It is possible that he had been injured, and some magic tests have serious sequelae... or are restricted by spell casting."

Soon, lunch break was almost over and they were about to go to potion class.

"Oh no, I don't have a magic potion lesson." Ron slapped his forehead, "I thought Snape would teach this class this year."

"I have a backup copy," said Harry.

"Mixed-Blood Prince?" Ron's eyes lit up, but he immediately frowned. "The handwriting on it is too sloppy, and only Professor Happ's notes can be read."
To be continued...