Chapter 646 Enriched Holiday

More than twenty students lined up to the courtyard. The temperature outside was cold and harsh, but there was no wind. The students exhaled white breath and looked up at the bright and bright moon in the sky.

"A full moon." Ron muttered.

Needless to say, Harry knew that he thought of Lupin, and he couldn't help but miss him. At this time, Lupin should have taken the wolf poison potion and hid himself in a secret place.

Harry knew he didn't want anyone to see his transformation.

"... From the full moon to the end of the next full moon, once the road fails, you must start over again. I don't want you to joke about your health." Professor McGonagall said loudly, pausing majestic for a moment, "Everyone comes up to collect the leaves of Mandela grass."

The students walked forward one by one, then stepped back to the side and whispered with excitement. Harry was empty in front of him, and he walked forward. Professor McGonagall nodded to him and handed him a green leaf. Harry took it and watched it emit a faint glimmer under the moonlight.

Harry was about to leave when he suddenly felt someone poking him. He raised his head and Professor Hepp held Valen with both hands, holding a stack of parchment in Valen's arms, "Precautions, and recipes." Felix reminded him.

Harry took the parchment from Valen, walked aside, and read the text on it with the help of the light of the magic wand.

He already knew most of the content, but there were several individually marked with red ink. He read the third one: in the next month, their dining location was changed to Classroom 11 on the first floor of the castle, and then there would be special house elves to prepare food for them.

Harry's heart sank.

Ernie McMillan once made a bad joke that when his uncle tried to learn Animagus's Transformation, in order to avoid swallowing Mandela's blades due to eating, he inserted a funnel into his throat for every meal to take liquid food. Ernie described it vividly, but a group of people couldn't stand it and surrounded him. He admitted that the story was made up. His uncle really wanted to learn Animagus, but he gave up after only one week.

"After getting it, check it. When the Mandela grass leaves are full moon, white light will emit, similar to the flowing grass...Okay, if there is no problem, put it in your mouth." Professor McGonagall issued a command.

Harry checked repeatedly, and after confirming that it was correct, he stuffed the leaves of Mandela grass into his mouth. As soon as he finished his Christmas dinner, he felt a little bitterness in his mouth. He saw Draco opposite frowning and turning his eyes away.

Sirius told him the latest situation of the Malfoy family the night before yesterday. Simply put, it was mixed, because the mid-term rebellion allowed him to avoid liquidation of his "despicable friends" like him, and also attracted a group of remaining pure blood families, which still retained its influence; but this also caused resentment from some former Death Eater allies, such as the Crabble and the Gole family.

Sirius also gave examples from a few weeks ago.

Lucius Malfoy, who had been low-key after the war, suddenly stood up for an interview with the Prophet Daily, talking about his dangers and contributions during undercover work - "A newspaper said that Porter, Weasley and Granger used the Weathers Ring to ask for help that night in the cemetery... In fact, it is not entirely accurate, because I also risked my life to inform Mr. Hepp at the time, but because of the heavy responsibility, I could not disclose my achievements to the outside world..."

"The Ministry of Magic has been counting merit recently," Sirius explained. "He wanted to run a Merlin medal for the Malfoy family, but he was in vain. His actions were only enough to avoid being imprisoned..." He said vaguely: "It is possible that Snape will receive a heavy prize. Now we all know how his intelligence came from..."

After hearing these words, Harry suddenly realized and instantly understood why Professor Slughorn's former student - Eld Waple, who wrote "Blood Brothers: I Live in Vampire", kept pestering Snape at the dinner. He obviously wanted to write a book based on Snape's experience, but Snape refused with a cold face.

...

In the dormitory, Harry looked at Ron and Neville with a shrewd look on his face.

"What should I do?" he shouted dissatisfied.

"At least you don't snore." Ron said irritably, closing his eyes with a generous expression of death, "Hurry up, I finally made up my mind."

Harry looked at him and Neville again, who was so nervous that he couldn't speak.

"All right."

The flashes of petrified spells and coma curses alternately. Ron and Neville fell to the ground hard, and Ha used the floating spell to move the two to the bed, covered them with a quilt, and he also got into the warm and comfortable quilt. The cold wind was howling outside the window, and Harry felt cold.

He hesitated for a long time whether to recite a coma curse to himself. After all, not everyone has the courage to sleep peacefully when facing two stiff bodies. He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and finally took out a roll of magic tape under Ron's bed and sealed his mouth.

Harry forced himself not to look at Ron's stiff face under the moonlight. He crawled back to bed, staring at the ceiling to count the numbers, and didn't know how long it took—but it must be the second half of the night—and sleepiness came and he fell asleep in a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he felt with his tongue that the Mandela grass leaves still existed, but the bitterness in his mouth became stronger, as if it had penetrated into the gaps of his teeth, but his mood was generally happy. He couldn't wait to wake Ron and Neville and share his method with them.

"It's great, I'm a little confident." Ron said with his neck, "But there's a problem, I seem to be stiff..."

In the next few days, Felix didn't pay much attention to these students.

He is also very busy - Tom Riddle in Class 7 has been graduating for two years, but he has never been able to master the patron saint. However, Riddle has recently gained inspiration from Pipi Ghost. He has obtained a specious patron saint by quietly collecting the emotions of students in the school.

Felix is ​​happy to see it, which means Riddle is even more inseparable from the school.

Felix also found information from Snape about him and Damocles Belby's wolf poison improvement potion, and was about to have enough knowledge of werewolf. Snape generously gave him some werewolf blood and hair.

"You will find that - the view of some scholars: 'Werewolf is just a beast in human skin' is not an exaggeration, their bloodline is completely defiled."

Felix shrugged, "It scares you when you say it. Compared to me, werewolf is normal."

Of course Snape didn't believe it, as it could be seen from his false proposal to study "he". Felix scoffed at this and classified his former dean as a "stupid wizard" in his heart...

"Practice your award-winning comments more! Lupin said that the promotion of magic TVs is not satisfactory. Most wizard families rely on magic radio to listen to the broadcast of the award ceremony. They will regard unnecessary pauses in your words as stuttering."

"Think about it, it is not cost-effective to think about this problem because students and parents question their teaching level..."

Felix's kindness failed to get good rewards - instead he was turned away for several consecutive days. The former Potions Professor and the current Black Magic Defense Professor refused to talk to him, and always showed a cold face every time he met. When Felix asked other professors to judge, only Dumbledore expressed sympathy.

"Severus is indeed taciturn, considering Hogwarts' image—" When he said this, Professor McGonagall and Grindelwald stared at him expressionlessly. "—at least he would advise him to change his clothes, change his hairstyle or something."

Felix didn't know how Dumbledore did it, but on the day of the award ceremony, although Snape was still wearing black, he was not the wizard robe that had lasted for thousands of years. Instead, he changed into a suit and added a turtle-collar white shirt.

Snape received the first-class medal of Sir Merlin. "For his second undercover attack, he brought a steady stream of intelligence advantages to the justice side." Ms. Borns announced loudly. Following closely was Harry, the same first-class medal. His reason for his award was directly related to Voldemort's fall. Although no one knew the details, Dumbledore and Felix Hepp testified and no one raised any questions.

Of course, Ron and Hermione won no award, and they still had the second-level medal of the Sir Merlin Order that commended courage.

"It's all because the war ended too quickly." Ron muttered in a low voice.

"Oh, shut up you!" Hermione said sharply.

Because there was a leaf of Mandela grass in his mouth, Harry's words were particularly refined, and because of the special recipes these days, he became confused. When he came down, Ron and Hermione heard someone beside him whispering: "This child doesn't look very smart, and he won't have the influence of the pirated mantra, right?"

His words made a group of wise wizards who were unaware of the truth blow their noses emotionally.

That night, the Ministry of Magic held a grand dinner, and Harry left depressedly and went back to eat his unpleasant dinner - cheese jelly cut into small pieces and vegetable meatballs made of special crafts. It is said that it is nutritious and will make people feel strongly full after swallowing it into the stomach.

The most important thing is that the entire dining process is compressed to within one minute, which fully reduces the possibility of various accidents.

This caused the students to lose a lot of fun.

And because of the sharp lack of entertainment methods - Harry was surprised to find that he had finished all his homework in less than a week and had nothing to do for the rest of the days. It was not until the start of school that Professor Hayp seemed to finally remember them and gather them together.

"How many people are still not behind now?" Felix asked.

He raised a bunch of arms, and Harry turned around and found that there were quite a few people. "Fifteen people, not bad." Felix nodded and said, "It seems that the practice in the previous two weeks is indeed effective. Let you come here to summarize today, well... give full play to the collective wisdom."

The students—including those who failed—glad all stared at Professor Happ.

Felix raised the parchment in his hand, "Do you remember the form you asked you to fill out in duel class from the second grade? Of course, duel class is only available in the second to fourth grade now, which happens to be in the first grade flight class and the fifth grade O.W.Ls exam, and it is merged with the content of the assessment spell..."

"This records the speed, preference, learning method and other content of everyone's learning spells. Now four years have passed, and the accumulated data is piled up on a wall of cabinets."

“No doubt, it is an undiscovered treasure house.”

Felix said confidently.

“You should have experienced group discussions, we used a similar approach to telling out the problems you find difficult and thinking about solutions together.”

The students looked at each other, but after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a good idea. After a while, a student finally stood up and mentioned that he was depressed and was drowsy all day long.

Students around him kept nodding, and they also had the same symptoms.

"Yes, everything that makes people feel happy cannot be done, can't eat well, can't sleep well, can't even speak loudly." A Lavenclaw girl said in a sharp voice, "It's a nightmare."

The other students focused on Felix.

"Don't look at me, I said, let you discuss it yourself." He said with a stern face.

"How about using potions? Like a delighter?" Ron made an idea.

"Oh, no," Ernie said disappointedly: "I asked Professor McGonagall, and she said that the potion had the chance of contaminating the leaves of Mandelagra."

Everyone began to think divergently, and the answers they gave gradually became outrageous, but Felix did not mean to stop them. Instead, he asked Hermione to record them all, and in the end, Neville gave the solution.

"I—well, I've tried one," Neville whispered, her teeth tightly clasped, fearing that the leaves of Mandela grass fell off when she spoke, "using the daydream spell."

"Daydream spell? What is that?" a student asked.

"Hey! I know-" Ron shouted excitedly.

"The daydream mantra can create a real dream, which I only thought of yesterday... In short, I spoke happily and said for a long time in it, and it was much better when it came out." Neville introduced his experience.

"Talking to yourself? What do you say?"

"Uh... recite the textbooks for herbal lessons loudly." Neville said reluctantly, and everyone burst into laughter, but when Professor Hayp encouraged him to give it a try on others, everyone immediately changed their minds.

Felix also gave a personal experience.

When Neville chanted the mantra, he found himself appearing on a peak of the mountains around Hogwarts Castle, surrounded by empty and silent. From his professional perspective, this dream still has many flaws, but at least-

He tried to shout twice, and the sound could be heard far away, and the echo effect was also excellent, which could indeed have a good effect of venting emotions.

The discussion continued. Harry also raised his own questions, hoping to speak loudly more safely. You should know that he is the captain of the team. Whether it is explaining tactics or correcting the flight error, he can't help but shout at the top of his throat.

But what surprised him was that the problems in his mind received feedback almost immediately.

"Use accentuation spell--" said Hermione, who recorded on the side.

"Cover your mouth with a scarf!" said Susan Bones.

"Put them two together," Ron suggested.

Harry's eyes lit up. The other students also lit up. This method seemed to be better, and they were going to go back and try it.

Of course, the discussion process was not all smooth. On the issue of "how to curb the bitter taste of Mandela grass", there were too many methods, which led to the preference for food taste, and the students were quarreling.

One of them unfortunately sprayed out the Mandela grass leaves while shouting. Everyone was stunned. The audience was silent. Even the student stared at the leaves on the ground in a daze, as if he couldn't believe his stupidity.

"Ahem - Perkin just gave us a wrong demonstration." Felix said uncomfortablely: "This reminds us to stay calm for the next time...
Chapter completed!