Chapter 647 Success or failure

The new semester is about to start, and Dean and Seamo are back. Harry is the happiest person. He finally doesn't have to face the deadly quiet dormitory alone, and he is starting to look forward to the arrival of the first night.

As a result, after the dinner that day, Harry was called to Professor Hayp's office to add emotional nourishment to the webosnake in Classroom 7. When he witnessed the huge webosnake with both deterrence and beauty swallowing his patron hart into his stomach, Harry asked Professor Hayp and said, "That... Riddle is okay?"

He didn't know if Tom Riddle had learned the patron curse, and Harry couldn't bear the strangeness in his heart when he thought that this matter was still related to him.

"It depends on how you define it," Felix said. "He is on the right path, but if he asks himself, he will probably be unhappy and may even lose his temper."

"Professor, do you really think he can get better?"

At least Harry didn't believe it. He felt that instead of having unnecessary expectations for Voldemort, he might as well say to the patron saint of the Weatherobu, you have a great responsibility.

"Good or bad is a comparison. I just hope he won't be too bad."

"Can it work? I mean... to me..." Harry stammered, trying not to think about the fact that he was also a member of the Horcrux, which made him feel dirty.

"It's hard to say, Harry, it's really hard to say." Felix hesitated rarely, "Memory cannot be compared with real souls. I have been trying to help Riddle grow, but... you know we have two intact Horcrux in our hands, right?" He changed his question.

"Dangling box, gold cup," said Harry.

"Yes, there are two pieces of Voldemort's remnant souls hidden there. I hope Riddle can absorb a small piece of soul, or all, before merging with the soul of the body." Felix said: "Memory needs a carrier to work."

Harry was shocked by this bold idea, but even though he didn't know much about Horcrux, he could hear how difficult it was to implement the plan.

"If it's the case..."

"Then I would suggest Dumbledore to seal it completely and use all means to turn Voldemort into an idiot." Felix said coldly: "Unless Dumbledore has other ways, or I will be confident again after decades..."

He looked at Harry, and Harry immediately understood that if the professor said that he might have to live forever with Voldemort's soul, until the day he died, the matter would not be finished.

Harry is almost certain of this, because Voldemort once made a living Horcrux - using a big python, and the soul dissipated with the death of the big python.

Harry returned to the dormitory with heavy steps.

His own death will destroy Voldemort's hope of life, he said to himself. But if he can survive, who would die? He still has so many ties. He has not seen the wedding of Sirius and Ms. Bones. They may have children, Lupin and Tonks, who may be the godfather of a child, and Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna...

Thinking of this, Voldemort's soul was hidden in his mind, and it seemed that it was not unacceptable. Harry returned to the dormitory and saw Ron and Neville staring at him. He was startled and subconsciously glanced at the other two beds. Dean and Seamo were already asleep.

"Hehe." Ron and Neville looked at Harry in a flattering manner, consciously wrapping tape around their mouths.

Harry raised his wand woodenly.

The next day, the sixth-grade student received the news that the twelve-week phantom development class had begun.

In the common room, almost all the students who meet the requirements signed up, huddled in front of the notice to sign their names, in the corner of the room, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together, and saw Neville, Dean and Seamo coming back with a smile.

"Harry, a small piece of transparent tape is stuck to the corner of your mouth." Ginny said happily, helping Harry pull it off, and Ron subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you go?" Ginny asked again, looking at the person who came back from the notice board, "Oh, I forgot, you could do it last year. I remember the Ministry of Magic teacher...what is his name-Ross, Rocky?"

"Wicky Teckroth," said Hermione.

"It's him," Ginny leaned her head against Harry's shoulder and said carelessly: "Didn't he promise to help you get the certificate in advance?"

"Obviously, someone broke his promise," Ron muttered.

"Oh—" Ginny straightened her body and stared at him for a while, "I think you mentioned it several times, but I won't say much after Easter."

"Remember it very clearly," Ron looked at her angrily: "Since you have such a good memory, you should know that I don't want to see my sister sticking to others, even if that person is my best friend-"

"You can find someone else, too." Ginny retorted.

"Who?" Ron asked vigilantly.

Ginny raised her head, and Harry and Ron looked in the direction her chin pointed at at the same time. A girl was looking at this side. "Ravend?" Ron cried out in disbelief, "What does it have to do with her?"

Ginny glanced at him sympathetically, leaving him with a proud silhouette, "Idiot." She said clearly, Ron's face turned red.

Harry immediately recognized the danger signal—Ron's ears were red—he grabbed the figure flashing in front of him and asked impatiently: "How is it?"

Semo fell on Harry's sofa armrest with a blank look on his face.

"Ouch—what? Hey,” he seemed to be wrong, and said seriously: "I think it can be done. Now I am skilled in adapting to the appearance of the entourage. This summer, my mother asked my cousin Figo to practice with me - the situation was not stable at that time, and people were thinking of making as much preparation as possible."

"I know," Harry continued, "just as lighting techniques to restrain Yin corpses were once very popular."

"That's right," said Semo excitedly. "Mom said she was exhausted during that time, but she only learned lighting, and could not learn the light flame curse - that was too difficult for her." He told Harry quietly, "Figo gave me some extra guidance - I mean the phantom shift. On several occasions, I felt light and as if I fell into cotton, which means I was very close to success, right?"

"Maybe you can do the first lesson," Harry said based on his own experience.

"It may also be a split." Ron said with a smile, and after saying that, Semo's face turned pale. Ron hurriedly tried to make up for it, "I mean - it's not a big deal to split. There was a professor on the scene, except for some pain-"

Judging from Semo's expression, his words did not serve much comfort.

Harry shrugged, looked at Ron and Hermione and said, "Let's go, we'd better sign up too. If class is not allowed, it's bad..."

On the second floor corridor, Felix came to Professor McGonagall's office and was preparing to discuss the weather issues of Animagus. He planned to confess to the fact that he could summon the "thunder and lightning storm".

The door was closed and opened with a slight push. He heard the sound inside.

"Sorry, Mr. Noel and Mrs. Hogwarts does not currently accept transfer students from senior grades... We do have exchange programs with Ifamoni, Vagadou, Busbaton and Demstrong School of Magic, but it was put on hold for war, and this is a cooperation between schools and does not apply to private... Yes, that's what Principal Dumbledore meant."

Felix pushed open the door, and Professor McGonagall faced him and spoke to a middle-aged couple. He was a little surprised. He just heard the surname "Nor" and thought it was an old woman dressed in it, but the result was different from what he thought.

"I feel sorry. I will come again." The man said in a hoarse voice.

They didn't get involved and got up and left. When Felix passed by them, he saw a angular face and the blue-green eyes that were impressive.

"Oh, Felix." Professor McGonagall said behind his desk, looking relieved.

"What's going on with that family?" Felix sat on the sofa, as if asking casually.

"I came from the United States and was preparing to move to the UK to settle down, hoping to let my children study here for the last half year." Professor McGonagall said: "I have been suffering from me for a long time, and this family is quite stubborn."

"Can't even wait for half a year?"

"I also find it strange. They said that there is not stable there..." Professor McGonagall said, and they spent the rest of their time discussing the weather. When Felix showed his purpose, she laughed unexpectedly.

"I do plan to ask Dumbledore for help, no, not a storm...but the next full moon, the Mandela blades that have fully reacted with saliva must receive pure moonlight, but the weather has been a little overcast recently." Professor McGonagall said seriously: "If it fails due to weather reasons, I doubt those students will have the patience to do it again."

Despite her serious tone, Felix still heard that she was very interested, which may be related to the recent publication of papers by Snape and Professor Bubaji. Not to mention Bubaji, Professor McGonagall and Snape are the deans of the two colleges, and are usually very competitive.

Professor McGonagall is much more active than he was at the beginning.

In the blink of an eye, two weeks passed, and it was another full moon night. The students of the "Animagus" class were gathered and walked towards the edge of a remote forbidden forest. Felix brought some candles from the auditorium to let them float in the air, and the faint flames kept jumping, just like the mood of the students who were trekking deep and shallow in the darkness.

In the past month, there were only 11 left in the 23 students, less than half of them. However, Professor McGonagall was very satisfied and admitted that this situation was the only time she saw in her teaching career, and the group finally arrived at her destination.

She turned her back to the Forbidden Forest and faced the students. She spoke in the ankle-six snow.

"Go forward in order - Weasley, you are the first one. Hurry up, take your hand away." Professor McGonagall said sternly, and Ron did it with a bitter face, "Your leaves are missing, so they are not qualified."

"Is it really not possible? It's just a little bit short." Ron said desperately.

"No, unless you are ready to grow a horn on your chest." Professor McGonagall said regretfully, "Next! Hannah Abbo--" A witch with two big braids and a rosy face stumbled out of the crowd and gave her his Mandelati to check.

"You are qualified," Professor McGonagall said softly.

Hannah burst into tears, tears flowing, but her hands were still stable. Neville helped her stand aside and let the inspection continue.

"Cormack McLagan, failed."

"Susan Bones, failed."

"Draco Malfoy, qualified."

"Erni McMillan, failed."

...

It was soon Harry's turn. He spitted out the leaves of the mandela grass from his mouth and carefully wiped the saliva with his sleeve. For a moment, he felt something was missing in his mouth. He caught Ron's face stiffly and rubbed the mandela grass into a ball.

"The failure has a second chance. But if you give up, you will have nothing." Professor McGonagall said with a glare at Ron, "Potter--"

Harry held his breath and walked forward. His feet seemed to be out of control. Professor McGonagall did not speak. She leaned closer and pushed the square glasses. Harry stared at the jumping candlelight reflected on the lenses, and suddenly forgot how to breathe.

It seemed that after a lifetime had passed, Professor McGonagall's voice came from a distant place, "Meet the requirements, pass!" Harry was dizzy for a moment. Hermione was behind him, and at this moment she was so nervous that her face was pale, and she kept pinching her arms until she heard Professor McGonagall's mouth passed. She gasped quickly and walked to the side and sobbed quietly.

Those students who had already failed were most deeply saddened - after all, they suffered the same kind of suffering, but they had to admit that those who were declared to fail until now were undoubtedly the worst. After the inspection, only Harry, Hermione, Hannah, Neville, Draco, and two seventh-grade students met the requirements and were allowed to pursue the next stage of study.

Harry looked up at the full moon. Every successful student here paid a huge price, especially the psychological pressure. As the last few days approached, Neville stopped sleeping, his eyes were scarlet, and Hermione was sick all day long, no longer answering any questions, nor wanted to speak.

Hannah Abbot is on the verge of collapse several times, and is the most diligent among all people who find Neville to experience the daydream curse.

As for himself - Gryffindor's "Ghost Captain" has been very famous recently. He spoke in a whisper with a spell, not only the players, but even the audience in the stands kept getting goosebumps.

Professor McGonagall began to release small crystal medicine bottles, asking them to fill them with saliva, and then put the leaves of Mandela grass in it. Hannah's hands were shaking violently and almost knocked over the bottle several times. Professor Hayp used the stones and branches on the ground to form several small square tables.

"Don't just stand, and all around you. If you still want to continue learning Animagos' Transformation, it will be used one day." Professor McGonagall shouted.

The students came over to observe that those who were judged to be unqualified on the spot were too much hit. Harry had no time to comfort Ron, who was lost, and according to Professor McGonagall's instructions, he added a piece of his own hair in turn, and a teaspoon of dew from places where there was no sunshine or human contact for seven days (provided by Professor Hayp).

When the seven students completed their final step - putting the pupa of the Grim Face Moth into the crystal vial, Professor McGonagall ordered them to screw into the cork and look for a quiet, dark place to hide the bottle.

"It's the edge of the Forbidden Forest," Felix explained. "Find a place you can remember and bury the bottle. I suggest you dig it deeper so that you won't be dug out by wild animals."

Seven students went deep into the forbidden forest step by step. Professor McGonagall waited for their backs to disappear from sight before turning around and saying to the remaining students: "Students who still want to try come forward to collect the new Mandela blades, and the school will provide them twice for free."

Half an hour later, these leaders returned.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief and quietly lowered his clenched fists.

"From today, anyone is prohibited from visiting nearby-"
To be continued...