From the beginning of school to the present, Harry felt that his attention had been broken into six or seven pieces - Quidditch, Dumbledore's biography, student union, club... The seventh grade course difficulty has also increased. The professors seemed to be waiting for this moment, intending to stuff all kinds of advanced magic knowledge to them.

During the spell class, the excited short professor Flivi shouted in an exaggerated tone:

"Oh my God! I just want to list all the useful spells, but I'm worried that your barren little heads can't hold it!"

The students below looked at each other.

"But don't worry," he said with a smile, standing on a stack of thick books as usual. "I will teach you something more practical, closer to the essence of spells... For example, the storm can fire two completely different spells at once; and how to analyze and build a strange spell. If you plan to invent a spell in the future, you will definitely be able to use it; or other advanced spell casting techniques, such as the order of different spells acting on the same target, how to reduce disturbances... and so on."

Everyone was not spared in the potion class. Harry felt that he seemed to be back in the first grade. After experiencing the failed scabies potion production in the first class, Snape had trained their most basic potion techniques for several weeks in a row.

Students in the improvement class must do their best to meet Professor Slughorn's different requirements in each class, such as "using rose petals and jumping toadstools to reduce the toxicity of aconite" and "how to use limited materials to maximize the effect of lavender"...

Even after becoming familiar with the teaching tasks, Emilyn Vance, who has taken over as a professor of transformation, has put forward new requirements for students: the seventh grade will try to combine deformation theory with various complex models for comprehensive application on the basis of continuing to learn human deformation. After that, she transformed a feather into a bird, and then the bird's long beak becomes flat, the feathers fall off, and the black satin-like fluff grows out, turning into a sniff. The students are amazed.

"It's just an appearance," said Emilyn Vance. "My thought is not to stick to the transformed image you've learned before, but to figure out what effect you want to achieve."

Snape's attitude is the most discomfortable for students.

Even if he changed his favorite subject, his attitude did not change much. In the recent Black Magic Defense class, Snape flipped the textbook to the end. The students used their eyes to capture his movements and guessed which part of the content they would learn, but Snape flipped to the end and threw the book aside.

"Today's teaching is an extended question, and you will find that the exam will not involve this part of the knowledge at all." His dark eyes swept across the classroom. "This means that this class is not very helpful to those who only want to get the N.E.W.Ts certificate, and those who don't want to listen or don't understand can come back next week."

No one left on his own initiative. Although everyone was angry, they felt despised. They secretly held their energy and were ready to fight back. As a result, after class, the students walked out of the classroom dejectedly. Obviously, none of them could meet Snape's requirements.

"Do you know what's the most annoying thing?" Dean shouted angrily, "He actually suggested that I use my spare time to do something else...such as swimming in the Black Lake or something."

"It's not surprising," said Semo, laughing, "Your hair loss curse almost hit him. Think about it-"

"But the seventh grade course is indeed very valuable, and the advanced applications of various defense spells and duels are dazzling," Daphne Greengrass twittered excitedly: "You can't imagine how magical the effect will be after replacing the 'straight' with 'all-curse'..."

On the afternoon of September, Hermione came out of the dormitory with a box in her arms and sat opposite Harry and Ron. The two stared at the box intently, and Harry said hopelessly: "Hermione, there is no badge inside, right?"

"—And there is also an abbreviation written with ambiguity?" Ron added.

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Of course not!" She opened the lid and poured out the things inside. A stack of thick newspaper clippings immediately piled up the table like a hill. Harry and Ron came over to watch. "These are collected by me a month after school, and now I need to reorganize them."

"Classification like during summer vacation?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Hermione said.

"Can you see something?" Harry asked, and he and Ron flirted around the table, picking up the content they were interested in.

Since school started, the work of cutting journalism during the summer vacation has disappeared, and other students order at most one or two newspapers, except Hermione, who ordered all the newspapers and magazines she could collect. Every week, the Grangers would send her a package containing the Muggle newspapers they could buy.

"The news always lags behind, but I can still learn some useful information. I have to say that various changes are changing with each passing day." Hermione said while lowering her head to sort out, "especially with the book "Providing Help for the Openness of Magic"..."

"I know without looking at it," Ron muttered, "the whole world is changing, only Professor Binnes's class remains the same."

Harry's eyes stopped on a small piece of newspaper clippings, and he lowered his head to read the contents.

‘The site of the new Wizard Town is located in Cornwall and named Rutherford. Currently, 200 wizards have moved there. It is reported that Rutherford is adjacent to another wizard and Muggle mixed gathering place - Dingworth Village. With the completion of the new town, the surrounding wizards will have more choices...’

Dingworth…Harry stared at the name in a daze. He suddenly asked Ron: "What is the name of the last place where Bill and Furong settled?"

"Shell House." Ron said casually.

"No, I mean the specific location."

"Oh, it should be on the edge of a sea-front cliff in Cornwall," Ron showed a memory expression. "Bill wrote to me--in the suburbs of a village, what's the name?"

"Dingworth." Harry said affirmatively.

"Yes, that's it."

Harry nodded and continued to read the neatly printed font on the clippings, ‘Rusherford will be the second town in England that is composed of all wizards, the first of which is the village of Hogsmeade. The town involved in the construction of the town consists of twenty-four staff and fifty-seven wizard families who decided to settle here, thank them for their contributions…’

Harry saw Longbottom's last name on a long list of names.

The second news was an interview with the Prophet Daily reprinting the Muggle newspaper. A guy who seemed to be very good at criticizing the commerce with the wizards that it would impact the existing business rules and should prohibit them from contacting certain industries... Harry put down the clippings and was accustomed to the appearance of an opponent from time to time, and reached out to pick up a small piece of paper the size of a palm.

The paper was written in compact small words that the Ifamoni Magic School in the United States accepted twelve children with magical talents, none of whom were at school age, the oldest was ten years old, and the youngest was only six years old. Harry uncomfortablely read that these children had been forced to take special drugs and asked to cooperate with various tests. He was stunned for a while before continuing to read the following content. The second paragraph reads their origins - 'The descendants of the Purge. The Purge once despisedly betrayed his kind, and chose to intermarry with Ma Chicken in order to avoid punishment, and abandon any children who showed their magical talents... These people were eventually punished.'

A feeling of anger and relief surged in Harry's mind, and then a vague thought emerged in his mind, but it was interrupted before it even took shape.

"Hey! Listen to this," Ron shouted excitedly, "this Muggle newspaper praised Dumbledore for shocking two generations of Dark Kings by himself. Now it's Professor Hepp's turn to take over. They are curious who is the strongest wizard-"

Hermione snorted sarcastically, "They just want Grindelwald to fight with the professor."

"I'm very curious, too," Ron read the news with relish. "They called Dumbledore the sword holder. This title is really cool, but he had a wand, not a sword... It's not good to say, it might refer to the Gryffindor sword?" He gestured in the air with one hand, pretending to hold a fairy sword that was as sharp as mud.

"How is the biography written?" Hermione looked at Harry and clamped a stack of clippings with small clips.

"It will take at least a few months to complete," Harry muttered, "Mr. Doggy's demands are very high."

Hermione shrugged, took the small piece of paper from Harry, glanced down, and then sighed, "I hope these children can be well cared for." But then her eyes frozen, and the sympathy in her eyes was replaced by horror.

"No, probably not, it's impossible..." She stared at the table and muttered to herself.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

Hermione held her breath and asked softly: "You said... will these children be the first batch? Only them? Will there be more people-"

"What's the first batch?" Ron stopped and asked.

Harry suddenly widened his eyes. The vague thought that had just been entrenched in his mind suddenly became clear, but he would rather not be true.

"You mean they were controlled by the local government before-" Harry couldn't speak, and this speculation was terrible.

Ron looked around and snatched the note from Hermione's hand and read it quickly. After hearing the words, his face gradually became pale and anxious. But he immediately thought of something, "I said--it should not be like you think, Ifamoni and Hogwarts have similar magic. Any little wizard who showed his magical talent would be recorded on the record--well, these twelve children are just not old enough, so they leave an opportunity for the evil people to take advantage of."

Harry and Hermione were stunned for a moment. Ron's words seemed to make sense. They could not find the flaw for the time being. The two breathed a sigh of relief. After sorting out the newspaper clippings, Hermione took out the book "Provide the Openness of Magic" from her beaded bag, but she seemed uneasy for a long time and had no appetite for supper.

Finally, Harry suggested visiting Hager. Ron and Hermione had no objection. As a result, they came out of the castle and stood at the door of Hager's cottage and knocked for ten minutes without a response. There was no one inside. "Hagir is not at home, so they may have been patrolling the Forbidden Forest." Harry said, "It's strange that the lights are on."

"It might have been a walk with Glopp - no matter what, we will have a waste of time." Ron said with a frown.

They could only walk back, and Harry looked back several times without seeing Hagrid or a figure that was more burly than Hagrid.

"Come back tomorrow, Harry." Hermione persuaded.

"Remember to bring the map of the living spots to avoid finding people." Ron suggested.

"Good idea," said Harry, "but there is no need to carry it with you. Just confirm that Hagrid is not at home before we come. My map of living spots cannot see the depths of the Forbidden Forest - what's wrong with you, Hermione?"

Hermione suddenly stopped, her eyes wide open, her eyes full of fear.

"Light...live spot map...can't see..." She suddenly jumped up, "Oh, I suddenly remembered something very important - but it's better to confirm it first, I'll find you later." Before Harry asked a question, she ran into the hall.

"What did she think of?" Ron asked in confusion.

"I don't know," Harry's heart was covered with a shadow. He thought of the American purges, the heavy topics they discussed during the day, but what can the lights and maps of live spots remind Hermione? "Let's follow!"

They ran towards the stairs, but climbed to the fifth floor, but did not see Hermione's shadow. "She might have gone to the library." They turned back and searched the library with a slight sight under Mrs. Pins' sharp eyes, but still found nothing. The two had to go back to the lounge and wait for Hermione to come back by herself.

On the other side—

Hermione came back from the office of the ancient magical literature, where she was locked. It was obvious that the professor was so late and had not returned to school. She hesitated for a while, but still couldn't make up her mind. At this time, a strange sound came from her body, and she took out a glowing spectacle from her small beaded bag.

"Is it Valen?" Hermione's eyes lit up. If Valen comes back, the professor will definitely be there too.

She took the search for someone—not, it was the search for the sniffing glass—and walked down the spiral stairs and soon returned to the foyer. After she stopped in front of the Academy Cup hourglass for a while, she walked down the underground passage with a weird expression. Could it be that they were in Professor Snape's office?

With this idea in mind, Hermione followed the stone steps to a spacious underground corridor with bright lights on both sides and colorful portraits hanging on the walls. Occasionally, one or two Hufflepuff students were seen talking behind the pillars - this was not the way to the original Potion Professor's Office.

“…”

Hermione's expression became even more bizarre, "Okay, there's no possibility." Finally, she stopped in front of a picture, and the picture was a huge silver bowl full of fruit. She took a deep breath, stretched out her index finger, and gently scratched the big green pear. The pear squirmed and turned into a green handle.

Hermione pushed open the door—inside was Hogwarts’ kitchen—her eyes swept over the spacious, tidy room, as big as the auditorium, and four long dining tables exactly the same as the auditorium. She quickly passed by here and came to the real position of the kitchen.

Hermione discovered the target at a glance. Originally, her heart was filled with anxiety and fear, but now she wanted to laugh. Felix sat on the small round bench, the kind that the house elf usually sat, with his hands on his knees and staring at the huge fireplace. There were dozens of house elf around her. She walked a few steps forward and saw a black furry little guy through the gap between the elf, Valen, who was also sitting on the small stool, holding his knees, staring at the fireplace with bright eyes.

An attractive scent filled the air.

"Gudong." Hermione couldn't help swallowing. She didn't eat anything tonight.

Felix turned his head on the bench, revealing a dozen rolling and sizzling grilled fish in the fireplace, and a surprise flashed through his eyes.
Chapter completed!