Chapter 631 Stay in the House

During the Black Magic Defense class, the students started to move.

The table was piled up to the corner of the wall, leaving a large area in the middle empty. In the next few minutes, the classroom was in a mess, and no one wanted to be the person pointed at the back of the head with a magic wand. Harry and Ron pushed each other for a long time. In the end, Ron won by height and physical strength. Harry was pushed to the front, and the light of his eyes caught a glimpse of Neville standing side by side with him, with his mouth flat and his expression running to the execution ground.

"Preparation - the front row students impose a super-sensory spell on themselves-"

Harry didn't bother to look at others. He pointed at himself with his wand and whispered a spell. In an instant, his senses became extremely sharp, and countless details that had been ignored by him before rushed in. Harry was not unfamiliar with this spell. He quickly blocked unnecessary details and tried his best to capture the threat from behind him. Gradually, he "saw" something, and a blurry spot of light appeared behind him, which was Ron's wand, and there was some mist-like thing wrapped around the tip of the stick.

Harry suddenly thought that in the previous few lessons, Professor Bashart laughed and said that their casting was "as conspicuous in some people's eyes as if they were yelling against their ears".

Harry couldn't help but clenched his wand, his nerves tense. He was afraid that Ron would forget the professor's request and fired the spell.

This is not an unfair worry. Some students could not control their magic and caused their companions to suffer. The arcs of spells were like sparks flashing in the darkness in Harry's eyes. "The failed group changed positions by themselves." Grindelwald said slowly, he ignored the students who exchanged positions with threatening eyes. Simo was desperately apologizing to Dean, saying that he did not mean it, but Dean, who was burnt, only sneered at him. Draco Malfoy frowned and froze, looking guiltily at Brees Shabini limping towards him.

In the next few minutes, the classroom was in a mess. When it was their turn, the students who were unfortunately caught were turned back and turned, and all kinds of evil curses were flying all over the sky, with grinning screams everywhere. "Keep quiet, some minor injuries are not tight." Grindelwald said lightly. His eyesight was amazing. Except for a pair of students who were out of control who were called out with strange heads, everyone else continued to practice tremblingly.

At present, only Harry and Ron, as well as Neville and Hermione, remained still. Hermione's control over magic is famous. If the professor does not stop, she can maintain it until the end of get out of class. Thanks for his hard work, Neville's hair was so nervous that he stood up. And because of overreaction, he used the iron armor spell in vain several times.

Ron turned his head. When he saw Draco Malfoy hit by the petrified spell and fell to the ground face down, he burst out laughing, his wrist trembling-"Beware, Harry!" Ron suddenly shouted. There was no need for him to remind him that Harry had already noticed that the magic power wrapped around Ron's rod had changed. At this time, he completely threw the silent spell that he had not yet been familiar with, and shouted, "Armor protection!"

An invisible solid wall formed instantly.

Harry's iron armor curse was too powerful. Seven or eight students around him were pushed away, and the classroom was instantly overturned. Harry opened his eyes and saw Neville pressing Justin down. The two of them moaned "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch," and he hurried forward to help and help them up. It was not until this time that Grindelwald walked over slowly and relieved the various evil curse effects on the students.

"Stay on after ten minutes," he said calmly.

"It's so bad." An hour later, as the students came out of the classroom, Ron grinned, "The classroom was in chaos, and the professor didn't say anything about it." There were strange bruises on his arms, as if they were whipped, which was the effect of Ernie McMillan's stinging spell.

Harry didn't say anything. His walking posture was a bit strange, as if he couldn't use his strength. After the rest, Professor Basharat asked them to rotate their opponents. His super-sensory spell was used well and he defended against the spell behind him several times. However, in the last five minutes of the class, before Draco Malfoy could move behind him, he had no idea where a spell came out and hit Harry directly. After that, Draco also "accidentally" made two soft-legged spells, making Harry's legs soft like noodles.

Hermione angrily sorted out her hair. The thing now became like the devil vine, entangled into a furry ball. Even if Hermione looked at the mirror transformed from her wand for a long time, she couldn't figure it out.

"I think Professor Basharat wishes that!" she said sarcastically.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Think about it," she said, "what is he hoping for?"

"Exercise us using the supersensory spell to discover dangers from the darkness," Harry said, then understood a little, "You mean he did it on purpose? He deliberately did not maintain order? How could this be possible..."

"Where is the practical effect of practice?" Hermione said in a snatch. At this time, several young wizards in the lower grade passed by them, covering their mouths and pointing at her, which made her temper worse. Finally, she left Harry and Ron and wanted to go back to the girls' dormitory.

"Don't you have another arithmetic and divination class?"

"Let me walk everywhere with a ball of yarn? Never!" Hermione shouted angrily: "I hate Daphne Greengrass!" She ran away, leaving Harry and Ron looking at each other. Ron said to Harry honestly: "She described it very accurately, it really looks like a ball of yarn. I think it was the inspiration given by Crook Mountain."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny suddenly appeared.

She stretched out her hand and pulled Luna, who was insidious, over, as if to prevent her from getting lost. "Hello." Luna greeted in a somewhat ethereal voice, her eyes chasing Hermione's departure back, obviously very interested.

Harry's face was a little hot. He suddenly remembered the time he had been at Mrs. Pardeff's teahouse with Ginny, as if it had passed in an instant, making him feel endlessly. He had already begun to look forward to the arrival of the next Hogsmeade weekend.

"Well," Ginny's voice suddenly turned like a mosquito, her cheeks flushed, "Ha, Harry, Luna has something to say to you, Luna?"

Luna was chatting with Ron. “I like Hermione’s new hairstyle,” she said, “I just don’t know if it’s troublesome to deal with it.”

"Oh, it's quite easy. You just need to master the knotting curse." Ron replied.

"Luna!" Ginny shouted.

"Oh," Luna came to her senses, and she said openly: "I want to ask you for a favor."

"No problem." Harry said, looking at Luna, he was surprised to find that the weird girl had new decorations. Her hair, neck, and wrists were wrapped with hair accessories, bracelets and necklaces made of colorful stones. Harry felt that these things would not appear too eye-catching only when worn on Luna, perhaps because her temperament was already prominent.

"I want to learn a snake accent," Luna said.

"Okay-what?" Harry shouted, and Ron, who was asking Ginny why he blushed, suddenly turned his head and his neck was awkward, as if he was the one who had been knotted. He looked incredible, but Ginny was very calm, as if he had known this for a long time, and his eyes were rolling.

"Snake-Boy-Accent." Luna said, as if she had mistakenly thought Harry didn't hear it clearly, she deliberately spoke with her speed and made her mouth very standard.

"Oh, Luna, I know what a snake accent is," Harry said with a headache. "I mean...well, which sentence do you want to learn?" When he asked this, he actually had a premonition in his heart.

"Open-Open." Luna said at a very slow, slow speed.

Harry's heart sank.

Open. This is the key to the Slytherin secret room. The two of them want to go to the secret room! Harry felt that he would not guess wrong, so he stared at Ginny with his eyes. Ginny had long turned her head and secretly glanced at Harry with guilt.

Harry felt a little confused. What's more important is that he didn't know why Luna suddenly wanted to go to Slytherin's secret room because Ginny said something? He could only fool him for a while, "Well-I have to think about it carefully. There are ancient magic texts in the afternoon...Well, I mean the potion class..."

Luna stared at him for a while, "Okay, then this weekend, is that okay?"

Harry nodded muffledly.

Luna jumped away. Ginny also wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but Harry stayed behind. He wanted to ask clearly what was going on. Ginny looked dejected and they walked all the way to the lounge. "We tried many ways, asked Fred and George for secret passages, asked the horseman Feilunze to tell fortunes, and also advertised in the "Mystery Wall" tabloid - this is how Luna's small pebbles came from, she actually liked them!"

"Don't change the subject," said Harry.

Ginny gave him a blank look and whispered, "Okay... to find the Resurrection Stone."

...

When Hermione came back from the arithmetic divination class, she saw Harry, Ron and Ginny gather together expressionlessly, and the atmosphere was serious. She asked in confusion: "What's wrong?" She thought about what happened in the past two days and said: "You are not still struggling with Carlotta Pinkerson, right?"

"Severeer than that. Hermione." Ron said with a stern face: "We shouldn't have many chances to meet Carlotta Pinkerson himself, unless we count the three chocolate frog cards under my box. To be honest, I've forgotten her long ago."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked curiously.

When Ginny whispered about her and Luna's efforts to find the resurrection stone during this period, Harry, who had heard it once, was inevitably distracted. He began to think about the feasibility of this matter. When he first heard it, he was indeed a little angry because he and Ron and Hermione almost died there in the second grade - although he found out later that they were extremely safe, three professors were standing nearby!

In addition, the snake monster is dead, and the materials on it are probably divided and used by the professors. The Weatherobu Snake Ring of the Magic Wen Club is made of the snake monster scales, and Snape has also published several high-quality research papers.

As for the hidden danger - Harry believed that Professor Hepp and President Dumbledore would not let it go, so it was theoretically safe there.

Harry's attitude began to sway.

After the afternoon potion class, Harry once again declined Slughorn's invitation, "I'm going to Professor Basharat's office tonight to study his homework." He said unhappily, and he actually hoped that Professor Slughorn could stand up for him, so he deliberately did not use "Quidich Training" as an excuse.

But Professor Slughorn just turned his eyes a few times, "It's him, I don't know him very well, and I always think this person is very..." He glared for a long time, but couldn't find an adjective. He fiddled with the gold buttons on his vest and muttered uneasy: "What a pity, right? I can only find another opportunity."

So at 8 o'clock in the evening, Harry knocked on the door of the professor of the Black Magic Defense Arts class with resentment.

"Come in, Harry," said Grindelwald.

"Sir, let me explain the mistake I made in the paper." Harry said, turning his eyes away from Grindelwald, and unexpectedly saw a opened gift box on the table, which he felt familiar.

Grindelwald grinned.

"I thought I was not missing my old love? Harry, I didn't intend to criticize you. Yes, there are some opinions in your paper that seem...innocent, but it's not your fault. I will never forget that afternoon when you reached out to me. Not everyone will help an old man who has no relatives. I am very grateful, Harry."

Harry was obviously a little stunned.

"I, actually... is..." he stammered.

"Good." Grindelwald said softly: "I have been to you several times, and I was selfish at that time... I wanted to inquire about Hogwarts more and accumulate a chance of winning for my interview. As a result, I accidentally heard your uncle and aunt treat you. I spoke very meanly. On several occasions, I wanted to rush in and ask them loudly, why do they treat their relatives like this? Just because you are a wizard?"

Harry's eyes were red.

"Sir," he whispered, "I'm used to it, and when I get older, I'll move out."

Grindelwald patted Harry on the shoulder, "I fully understand your embarrassment, even if I let you fight back properly - this is your right - you gave up because of the kindness in your heart -"

"I can't perform magic outside of school." Harry whispered. He suddenly thought of Dudley.

"We all know that's just an excuse. If a wizard wants to take revenge, there are countless ways to make them feel pain. It's your kindness that forgives them, even if they don't feel grateful for it, but it's not your fault," Grindelwald emphasized: "It's not your fault."

Harry wiped his eyes.

"I was a saint, a child," said Grindelwald.

"Saint, what? Sir?"

"Saints," said Grindelwald. "Do you know Grindelwald? His followers are called saints, but the word 'follower' is not appropriate, because everyone is gathering together with the dream of changing the world of wizards."

"I, I haven't heard much..." Harry said in shame, suddenly his eyes widened, "Wait! Grindelwald? I thought of it." He tried hard to recite a passage, "Dumbledore's well-known contributions include: defeat in 1945-"

"——The dark wizard Grindelwald." Grindelwald said with white teeth and a cold smile: "This is the impression he left on the world. It was recorded on the chocolate frog card, not alone, but as one of the greatest wizards of the present day."

Harry didn't know what to say, and he was in a mess. He tried to sort out the explosive information he had just obtained: Professor Basharat was once a saint and a follower of the dark wizard Grindelwald... No, he should be said to be an acknowledgement of the concept, so did Professor Basharat hate Muggles? He felt that he had found the reason.

Grindelwald looked at Harry quietly. Then he took out his wand and pressed against his forehead, pulling a silver filament from the tip of the wand.

"Professor?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Shh." Grindelwald raised his fingers, and he swung the wand in his hand hard, and the silver wire was thrown into the air, and then a picture was hanging in the office.

It seemed like a party. A middle-aged witch walked onto the stage. He didn't look like a wizard, but a rock star. Harry thought to himself. Then there was an empty, fanatical cheer in the picture, and there were crowds of people. Harry inexplicably thought of the scene where he won the Quidditch championship.

In the picture, the crowd quieted down, and the people in the middle of the stage began to give speeches. Harry was surprised to find that one of his eyes turned out to be silver-white.

"...It is said that I hate non-wizards, muggles, chickens, and momos." Harry looked at Grindelwald, he didn't know the meaning of the last word. "The different statements of non-magic people." Grindelwald said simply. Harry nodded and looked into the air again.

"I don't hate them. I don't hate them."

"I am not fighting for hatred. I think Muggles are not inferior groups, but other groups. They are not worthless, but other values. They cannot be dealt with freely, but should be treated specially."

The person in the picture paused and continued.

"The blooming of magic will only be in a very small number of souls. It will only be granted to those who pursue a higher cause. What kind of world will we create for all mankind! What we hope for is freedom, truth-" As he said, the man suddenly looked out of the picture and looked at Harry, as if he was saying to him.

“——It’s even more love.”

Harry was dumbfounded and couldn't help swallowing. At this time, the picture disappeared and he felt that he was still unfulfilled.

"Is there any?" he asked.

"Sorry," Grindelwald said: "I shouldn't have shown you these things. I promised Dumbledore that... might cause trouble for me. But an old friend found me last week and brought back some memories of me." He said, glancing at the gift box that Harry had noticed.

A moment of silence.

"The person in the picture is Grindelwald?" Harry thought for a while.

"Yes." Grindelwald smiled, "Okay, don't worry about him, kid. I have to remind you that he is a dark wizard who has launched many demonstrations and died... Let's go back to your paper and deal with those small issues, we can talk about magic."
Chapter completed!