The bell rang and the students came out one after another, with longing expressions on their faces.

"I've decided!" As he walked towards the Potion Classroom, Ron yelled, "I'm going to make a whole set of wizard chess pieces." The people around him were full of shock.

But Harry and Hermione were interested in these words. "Have you finished writing your essay on Transformation? Lend me a look," Harry said.

Ron's momentum immediately shrank back.

"Not yet," the expression on his face collapsed, "and wrote the beginning-I don't understand half of the content now."

"Professor McGonagall will explain this knowledge repeatedly, but I actually don't understand many things." Hermione said some encouragement words: "When you master Animagus, you will understand it in combination with the textbooks, right, Harry?"

Harry muttered vaguely. Since he learned Animagus's deformation surgery, he has indeed felt some differences, but this "difference" does not include the profound deformation theories mentioned by Professor McGonagall. He was still as confused in class as before.

He knew Hermione's method, but he was discouraged when he thought of the big book she had been rotating around these days.

Ron seemed very depressed. He hadn't felt Animagus' throbbing these days. Recently, he was constantly inquiring about the feeling with Harry and Neville.

"Did you suddenly have a quick heartbeat and sweating on your head?"

"Are you sure it's not a psychological effect?" Harry asked, so Ron stopped talking.

...

In Potion class, Slughorn stared at Harry's cauldron in a daze.

In the crucible is a soft and sticky thing, which looks like a boiled and solidified slug and vegetable juice. You can still feel a hint of cold when you get close to it. This is Harry's work today, and it is simply terrible.

Hermione opened her eyes happily, as if she was about to let go of her throat and sing in the next second.

"Oh...well, kid, that's not OK," Slughorn said absent-mindedly, fiddling with the buttons on the vest, "It's a little bit bad, you have to make up for the potion theory..."

He didn't say anything more, but walked to Ron, stayed for only two seconds, and was forced back by the pungent smoke.

"There is no prompt in that book, right?" Hermione said with her eyes shining as she walked away to check on other students. "Even if Professor Snape and Hepp combined, there is no way to teach you a complex complex toxin with a few lines."

"I can carry a piece of oxen with me." Harry gritted his teeth and whispered.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, but Ron said excitedly: "It's okay? Why not do this? We have all the time-"

"No! Professor Slughorn knew Harry's baby book, not only did he know, but he also read it." Hermione hurriedly said. She said seriously: "I think the first person who does this will be considered a genius, and the second one is a clumsy imitator."

"It's very well summarized, thank you, Hermione." Harry said angrily.

When Slughorn returned to the podium, the students below were depressed and none of them could prepare the antidote within the specified time, which was a big blow to them.

But Slughorn did not show any disappointment at all. He stood up with a tight belly and said with a smile: "Did you find that some tricks are not useful?"

Some students looked at Slughorn and looked at Harry again.

Because of the special experience of the O.W.Ls exam last year, many people know that several Gryffindor students got the textbooks he used when he was in school from Professor Happ. Later, some of the O.W.Ls difficulty potions were simplified, and students from all four colleges benefited.

At the beginning of this year's Potion Class, they also wanted to do it the same. Although they got the notes (Harry removed some of the dangerous curse and Professor Hayp's thrilling speeches), they were surprised to find that this approach would not work.

Slughorn said with a smile on his face, his walrus beard tremblingly:

"Yes, Miss Granger is the closest success in today's test. If I give her another half hour, I believe she can independently complete the antidote preparation. But she is still a long way from a real potion expert."

Hermione was not convinced, so she pouted.

"I can name some particularly outstanding potionists, such as Damocles Belby, Severus Snape, and of course Lily Evans-" Slughorn glanced at Harry with a smile. "Maybe I think my criterion is grade, but it is not... A potionist needs the spirit of independent thinking, courage, love, rigor, innovation, and extraordinary insight into potions."

"For truly talented people, these traits will be revealed early, and their thoughts are so unique like the flowing grass at the full moon."

"It is difficult for outsiders to understand. I also like one of the students who got excellent students in the O.W.Ls Potions exam... This is because I saw the talent of that student. It is often the case that they will widen a huge gap in the sixth grade. I rarely misjudgment."

"The improvement class is not like the previous grade. You will be exposed to more magical potions and more profound theories. Without love for potions, it is actually difficult to go far enough... Of course, it is still okay to build some potions that can be barely passed."

"It's very similar to Professor Happ's words." Harry murmured in a low voice.

"Harry, do you have any questions?" Slughorn asked with concern without hearing his mumbling.

Harry stood up in a daze, and the others looked at him one after another.

"Well...I want to know, is Professor Happ considered talented? I mean, his notes are very useful to me-" Harry asked hesitantly.

This time, Slughorn did not give the answer immediately as usual, and he frowned and thought for a long time.

"I haven't taught him, but... from the notes, he obviously has his own idea of ​​the potion." Slughorn obviously didn't want to say more, but the students were staring at him, very interested in the topic. Slughorn waved his hands in the air for a while as if there was no place to put them, "Okay." He cleared his throat and muttered in a low voice.

"I don't think he will become a potion master - Professor Haypu has the ability to prepare some advanced magic potions. Yes, I have no doubt... His notes are very logical, and with his magical attainments, he will not mess up those fine operations."

"But I haven't seen much groundbreaking insight, maybe because my heart is not on this, and his achievements in the ancient magical literature are enough to tell everything. This is normal. Talented wizards are always more individual, and they will be attracted by different aspects of magic..."

Harry suddenly thought of something else, Professor Slughorn probably also viewed Voldemort in that year.

Voldemort also performed well in school. Dumbledore said that he had excellent academic disciplines, but he might be more like an imitator than a pioneer in the field of potions, just like Professor Hepp.

As Slughorn said, "Talented wizards will be attracted by different aspects of magic." Obviously, Professor Happ finally chose ancient magic texts, while Voldemort did not hesitate to throw himself into the abyss of black magic.

Gu Xiang

He also thought of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the former close friends, who also embarked on a completely opposite path.

Harry suddenly understood the "choice" that Dumbledore had always emphasized. He had seen too many excellent wizards in the meditation pot over the past few months. They appeared different at the beginning, and sometimes even seemed strange and clumsy, such as Mr. Newt Scamander...

In the evening, Felix suddenly appeared in the office.

He had just returned from outside, to be precise, at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, with no other impact except for the low temperature. He originally wanted to walk through the thick clouds to a higher place, but after thinking about it, he still felt that there was no need to rush for a moment.

Just go out for a walk after dinner.

When he came back, Valen, who was sitting on the sofa and raising juice, pointed at the window, and a silver phoenix guardian was there quietly.

"Felix, I hope you come here." Dumbledore's voice said.

So Felix turned and walked out of the house, "Take you out for a walk another day." Valen waved his hand at him.

The principal's office was brightly lit and the window was outside the dark night. Dumbledore sat behind the long-legged table. When he saw Felix, he immediately put down the newspaper in his hand, and walked around the table and stood in front of him.

"I want to show you something," he said bluntly.

"Do you want to use a meditation basin?" Felix asked, and Dumbledore looked at him in surprise. "What? Oh--" Dumbledore noticed that Felix's eyes fell on a transparent glass bottle on the table, containing strands of silver filaments.

"No, not that." He said briefly.

A wisp of smoke emerged from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and soon condensed into a picture in the air. Felix glanced and his eyes became cautious. He strode to him and looked down at the parade crowd and buildings in the picture.

"Parliament?" Felix turned his head.

Dumbledore nodded, then pointed him in one direction with his hand.

Felix put his attention on the picture again. He turned a blind eye to the colorful extreme dicts held in the hands of the protesters, and kept searching. Dumbledore told him to see more than that, then...

In the open space in front of the building, it was obvious that the carefully dressed Rita Skit held a microphone in his hand and occupied an important position.

"Rita Skit?" Felix laughed in silence: "This surprised me. And her status seems to be quite low."

"That's the key to the problem," Dumbledore said. "This picture was shown when Grindelwald applied for the job. I know he has the ability to predict, and of course, he can only see some future segments."

"I guess he certainly doesn't know Rita Skit," Felix said with a smile.

"Skit's sharp words are far more recognizable than her own appearance," Dumbledore agreed. "And they probably staggered, Skit's nearly disappeared in the magic world this school year, and it took me some time to find her at the Muggle newspaper."

Felix blinked and recommended this woman to Amelia Bones himself.

"Since then, I have been paying close attention to her movements. I don't think that newspaper is a good place, and the working environment is much more complicated than the Prophet Daily, but she has undoubtedly adapted well. With the reports of a series of gun ban campaigns, she has become famous and is expected to win a journalism award that is said to be very important..."

"This is definitely a surprise for her." Felix sighed quite emotionally.

"My question now is," Dumbledore looked at him with interest, "will she plan to live as a two-sided journalist all the time? I know that some wizards have independent identities in Muggle society—not just a name, but more specific professions—but these people will basically be inclined to one side, and it is rare for her to be active on both sides."

Felix hesitated for a moment.

"Amelia gave her a task for only one year, but with my knowledge of Rita Skit, she couldn't give up the reputation she had worked hard on the other side, so she might take the initiative to maintain this kind of life after the task is over. As for how long... no one could have expected it."

"Yes, no one could have expected it."

Dumbledore whispered, falling into deep thought. After a while, he came to his senses and said, "Felix, there is another more important thing."

Now it's Felix's turn to be curious.

"About Grindelwald?" he asked tentatively.

Grindelwald had just delivered a nearly surrendered speech during the day. Did Dumbledore change his mind so quickly? Felix was thinking in his mind about the impact of this action, not just the issue of an additional colleague of the Dark King, but a series of changes that brought about.

Ministry of Magic’s attitude, International Wizards’ Union’s commitment…

Of course, these are not important to Felix. It is worth noting that if Grindelwald is allowed to stay in Hogwarts for a long time, the risk of his identity exposure will be greatly increased.

Previously, DeWitt, who once packaged himself as a loyal fanatical saint, but in fact, was ambitionist, actually made sense:

‘In the end, leaking news was almost inevitable. At that time, the world would focus on Hogwarts, and even Dumbledore's current status would be difficult to resist...’

“My successor, Mr. Babajid Akinbad, the new president of the International Wizards Federation, communicated with me,” Dumbledore said in a deep voice. “When the exams are over this year, they will send people to send Gellert back to Newmongaardburg.”

Felix looked at him in surprise.

“When did this happen?”

“Just last night.”

Felix looked at the old man in front of him strangely. This was much more decisive than he thought. Dumbledore decided to throw old man Grindelwald back to prison? Fortunately, after he learned about the existence of the Blood Alliance from Harry, he thought Dumbledore was soft-hearted.

"So...what do I need to do?"
Chapter completed!