Chapter 632 A new beginning, Seventeen magical rules

When Harry came out, his head was still dizzy, as if his consciousness was still stuck in Professor Bashar al-Barshat's office. They sat on the soft sofa cushion, reflecting the red fire in the fireplace, chatting about their insights into magic.

Professor Basharat has a very profound theoretical knowledge. It is comprehensive, but it does not seem too long-winded, and can always use some exquisite demonstrations to clearly display personal ideas. In comparison, Harry felt that he was speechless and his mind was filled with mud.

This idea made him feel frustrated. He also taught many student mantras at the Frontline Watch Station Club.

Harry couldn't help but compare the professors he had come into contact with in this class.

In the first and second grades, he met Quirrell and Lockhart, but he failed to learn much useful knowledge from these two people.

Kiro was possessed by Voldemort at that time, and might have been planning how to seize the Philosopher's Stone all day long, and they were not in the mood to give lectures. Because it is said that his theoretical knowledge is quite solid, this statement has a certain credibility. Harry experienced the curse that Kiro imposed on the broomstick; of course, it may also be that Kiro had been corrupted and mentally corrupted. The evidence is that he was always confused and nervous when speaking in class.

When Harry first learned that he was a Horcrux, he had a period of suspicion, suspecting that the same face as Quirrell would grow on the back of his head.

The other - Lohat - is useless except for the forgetting curse and is suffering in Azkaban. However, Harry admits that if he had to compare the excitement in the class, Lohat would definitely be better, because not only did he not stutter, he was excited and full when reading the text and performing without real objects. This alone is much better than Kiro, who was not even speaking smoothly.

Harry thought fairly that watching Lockhart jump up and down can relieve stress when he doesn't use himself as a prop to play some abnormal characters.

Harry's true education on the dark magic defense should have started with Professor Damocles Belby (if the duel club is not counted).

Professor Belby is a master of potions and has developed wolf poison potions. To some extent, he and Snape's choices are exactly the opposite. However, Professor Belby himself said that he was temporarily filling in the gaps, but Harry still found the series of defense courses he taught around Forbidden Forest to be useful.

In the third grade, the students welcomed Professor Lupin. I don’t know if there was any extra subjective emotion. Harry thought it was the best professor of the Dark Magic Defense class he had encountered. Remus was gentle and friendly to the academic environment. And because of his hidden werewolf identity, Lupin had contacted and solved many difficult dark creatures and evil magic. "I am part of them." Lupin once said bitterly, Harry strongly opposed the idea. The reason was that many students still missed him very much - at the time of the fourth grade, they were tortured by Moody's teaching methods, and "Maybe Professor Hepp asked you to save an advertising fee!"

Harry's view of Professor Moody was also complicated because he knew that part of his admiration and yearning for the legendary Auror was actually disguised by the Death Eater Crouch, but he decided not to get into the verge of the slightest. At least he also learned a lot about how to deal with the black wizard, and it was absolutely reliable.

The professor of this course last year was Sirius (in a recent contact, Sirius said that he saw Rita Skitter broadcasting news about mad cow disease on Muggle TV). Harry speculated that Sirius should also be responsible for special tasks as a professor—such as training students to deal with sudden crisis and practical combat under the threat of the shadow of war. Harry's students in the same grade generally felt at ease during the O.W.Ls practice exams.

Professor Bashar al-Harry, who was sank in his heart, may be because he was once a saint and had a considerable hostility towards Muggles, or, in other words, "treat differently." When Harry thought of the speech he saw today, it was obvious that Grindelwald believed that the wizard and Muggles were two different groups, and the two were in a competitive relationship.

Isn't there a confidentiality law?

A voice in Harry's mind asked himself, what if the secret law fails? He could not think of a solution at all, which made his heart heavy. A sudden cold wind blew up with snowflakes and slammed his face. Harry raised his eyes and found that the windows in the corridor were not closed.

He walked forward, some tiny ice crystals stuck to the window frame, his fingers were cold and cold. He knew that winter was coming - "What are you doing?" Felch suddenly appeared, holding a glowing exclusive wand in his hand.

"Close the windows," Harry said.

"The lights are going to be turned off soon, and I'm still wandering around the castle, I doubt..." Felch said in a cold, threatening tone, Mrs. Loris hid under the shadow of her master, rubbing comfortably at Felch's trousers.

"So it's not time for curfew?" Harry shouted, "Thank you for the reminder!" He strode away, and Felch's breathing sound came from behind him. Then he heard Felch recite a spell in a low voice, and the window closed with a "bang".

Some relationships are difficult to improve. Harry thought to himself as he climbed the stairs, and he thought of Draco Malfoy, who was destined to be friends, and there were too many grudges in front of him, unless there were majeure factors that forced them together—such as group training in class.

When Harry thought that in another two years, the two people who graduated might not have any contact in their entire lives, he inevitably felt a little melancholy. In his heart, Hogwarts was the first place he felt like home.

The next day, on the dining table in the auditorium.

"So, Professor Basharat did not punish you at all, and even discussed magic with you?" Ron's tone seemed a little jealous.

"Yes." Harry said, taking advantage of the porridge to tell Ron and Hermione what they had last night (but the Saints part was hidden).

"He's not that inhumane," Ron said with a slight touch, his attitude towards Professor Basharat has improved a lot, and even Hermione was slightly surprised, "But why did he ask you to stay in the church?"

"There are indeed many problems in my paper." Harry shrugged and said.

He could not have thought that he would find reasons for Professor Basharat, but he really didn't want to reveal that the professor was once a saint, and that was over, right? Promotion would only embarrass Professor Basharat in a situation that he waswolves. He thought of Remus's identity as a werewolf, and when Remus confessed to them, he submitted his resignation not long after.

"By the way, Hermione," Harry asked inadvertently, "How much do you know about Grindelwald?"

Although he had tried to understate it, Hermione took a breath, "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" "Uh, because...I was eating a chocolate frog in Professor Barshat's office yesterday-" "He also invited you to have snacks?" Ron asked interrupted. "-Yeah, I drew a Dumbledore card, you know, we know Nick Lemay, but we know very little about Grindelwald's past."

Hermione frowned slightly, as if thinking seriously.

"Harry, there are very few research materials on Grindelwald, oh, not without mentioning it. I mean, there are very few parts about him, his childhood, his growth experience... He seemed to have become a well-known figure all at once, inciting riots everywhere, destroying local order, and creating all kinds of sensational violence, which are recorded in books such as "The History of Modern Magic", "The Rise and Fall of the Black Magic", "Important Magic Events in the Twentieth Century" and other books..."

Hermione gushed, but she stopped when she saw Harry's expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked uneasily.

"Is there any record of his speech?" Harry asked softly, trying to make the direction in his words less obvious, as if it was just a whim of curiosity. "I think he should be a very charming person, after all, he can pull up such a large army of wizards..."

Hermione shook her head and she whispered, "I don't know."

"So we only know that he is a powerful black wizard, with strong incitement, and - he uses the symbol of the Deathly Hallows as his symbol." Ron concluded, "It sounds like a difficult opponent, but fortunately he was defeated by Dumbledore."

After saying that, he continued to deal with the fried eggs and sausages on his plate, obviously not taking this matter to heart. Harry didn't want to attract attention, so in the next two days, he just took the opportunity of looking up the reference books and stood next to the bookshelf in the library, finding out the books mentioned by Hermione quickly browsed it.

From the point of view in the book, Grindelwald is a very bad person and is the enemy who destroys the stability of the wizard world.

On Thursday evening, Harry accidentally saw Luna passing through the venue, dressing up in a trendy manner. He suddenly realized that it was almost the weekend and he had not given Luna a reply. Ron and Hermione had the opposite attitude on this matter.

"Why do we have to go to the smelly sewer?" Ron's face frowned, "and more about going into the girls' bathroom - I don't want to deal with Myrtle anymore."

"You can't go," said Hermione.

"Leave Ginny alone? If mom knew, she would kill me." Ron shouted.

Yes, the content of their discussion has changed. It is not whether to teach Luna the snake-like accent, but whether to take time to accompany them to search in the secret room. Harry didn't want to go from the bottom of his heart, because this adventure was destined to return without success. The real resurrection stone was worn in Dumbledore's hands!

"...You don't know how much training has been recently. Perks and Guter privately call you a tyrant," Ron said to Harry, Harry was dumbfounded, "Yes," Ron nodded in understanding. "Luckily, Katie Bell praised them how to torture players when Wood was still there. Compare you with him."

"Maybe I should add more training so they don't have time to say anything," Harry said gritting his teeth.

Ron shrank his neck.

"Let's find a night, go and go back quickly." Harry made up his mind and said, "If I understand correctly, you want to go on a night tour-" "Yes," Harry looked like 'you finally got it', "It's not the first time anyway, it's not that bad. I can't delay the two days of Quidditch training on the weekend." He stressed.

"I think it's good," said Ron. "I don't want to sneak into the girls' bathroom during the day. I'm the premier now. If something goes wrong, it's going to be a big deal."

Harry also thought of the possibility of being discovered by Marfalda and her bees (some people call the little wizard who works part-time in the "Mystery" tabloid), and a sensational title instantly came up in his mind, "The quirky nature of the Gryffindor and the captain of the team." He was cold all over and his thoughts became even stronger.

"It's tomorrow night!"

Harry told Ginny the news later. During the breakfast the next day, Luna happily ran over to thank him, and almost let her mouth go, so scared that she used the sticky jaw curse. Luna stammered and was pulled away by Ginny.

After breakfast, they went to the ancient magic literature class, which has now entered a new stage.

"The progress was slightly faster than I expected," Felix said. "It may be related to several large-scale stays..." The students below stared at the professor. "...we will learn new content today."

He suddenly stopped talking and looked around the classroom, "Who didn't come to class?"

The students began to look around and Pansy Parkinson raised his hands.

"Professor, Daphne has taken leave and is now in the school hospital."

"What's the reason?"

"It is said that the bad blood herb powder was used as parsley powder and mistakenly added to the food, causing mild encephalitis symptoms." Pansy said, sitting with Brees Shabini, who behaved intimately.

"That is, a headache, a slight disorder of consciousness..." Felix said, Pansy was a little stunned. Why should he describe the symptoms?

"Is that true?"

“Yes, yes.”

But the symptoms are not only because of the reason for mistakenly taking bad blood grass. Felix thought, it may also be because he was hit by the confusion and forgetting spell.

That's a coincidence.

Generally speaking, the sequelae of confusion mantra is very mild. If it is only interfering with the rationality of the mantra for one or two seconds, it will not even cause any reaction. However, if it is under the control of the mantra for a long time - such as Old Crouch, it will be affected by confusion mantra and soul-taking mantra for a long time, and in the end it is unclear, and must receive professional treatment.

A figure appeared in Felix's mind. Nicole Noel Felix, the saint who arrived in Grindelwald's trail, had previously suspected that she might be the real owner of the house elf Bondy, so she did not have any questions about her being able to contact Grindelwald, but now it seems that she should use Daphne Greengrass to deliver the message.

I'll know if this is the case after class.

This also reminds Felix that the Saints are not harmless little white rabbits. They were once organized closely and had a clear division of labor, which is far from being measured by the dimension of "force". The same idea also appeared in Harry's mind, and he even knew more than Felix - he had seen Daphne meet with a strange woman and received a gift box, which finally appeared in Professor Basharth's office.

But Harry thought at the time that the old woman in a windbreaker might be one of Daphne's elders. He looked at Professor Happ, he should know something, right? But the professor had already started teaching.

"…I'm glad to see that most people have mastered the skills of making the practical magic text stand-free manifestation and have gained some flexible casting methods, but that's not the point," Felix said. "Single ancient magic texts are not very good in terms of power and adaptability, and there are better spells to replace them."

"Next you will be exposed to extremely practical content in ancient magic texts, a technique derived from the magic text circuit. Does anyone want to cooperate with the demonstration? There are bonus points--"

Several arms were raised.

"Anthony Goldstein." Felix called a boy named Ravenclaw.

Goldstein stood in front with some tension.

Felix waved his hand, and more than a dozen magic symbols appeared out of thin air, and they were closely linked to each other. "Try to grab it." Felix said encouragedly, and Goldstein reached out—the student below held his breath and watched carefully—his fingertips touched the string of magic circuits that were biting together.

The string of magic text seemed to be attracted by Goldstein, and took the initiative to integrate into his skin and drilled up along his fingers. Goldstein was startled and rolled up his sleeves. He was surprised to find that the string of magic text was branded on the skin of his wrist like a mark.

Goldstein blinked.

"Professor? This is..."

He was a little worried that the things on his wrist would not be removed, but the next second, he found that his body became light and just stood on tiptoe, and he flew towards Professor Haypu. Professor Haypu dodged and he rushed straight to the window.

"Don't use too much effort," Felix reminded him.

"What?" Goldstein asked in a hurry. He stretched out his hand and blocked it hard on the wall. As a result, he was like he had no weight, and he was shot in the opposite direction very quickly. He was caught when he passed by Professor Happ.

Goldstein's feet fell back to the ground.

"Try again." He heard the professor say to him.

Goldstein took a breath of excitement, "I seemed to have touched a trick." His current state was a bit like he had been hit by a floating curse, but he would not be able to control his movements at all.

He stood there and jumped gently. The next second, he found himself jumping into the air, his head rubbing against the ceiling, and the students below seemed very short, looking at him one by one, and he couldn't help laughing.

He fell lightly in the air, like a feather, and had time to say hello to his good friends one by one.

Felix grabbed his wrist and let him stand firm. When his hand was removed, Goldstein found that the magic text on his wrist was gone, and he seemed very heavy, almost sitting on the ground.

"You can go back, Mr. Goldstein Ravenclawa ten."

"A magical art circuit that reduces the weight of an object." Felix said with satisfaction: "It is generally used for magical art creations, but why can't it be used on the human body? You should be exposed to the deformation of the human body, right?" Some students in the classroom nodded.

"You can imagine the magical circle as a solidified spell - of course, what you want to learn next is what I carefully selected and created. You will find that it can not only be applied to objects, but as long as you follow the seventeen 'magic laws', it will also become a part of daily spell casting."
Chapter completed!