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"That's not mine, it's just a temporary loan." Harry said hesitantly, "I've returned it to Principal Dumbledore last night."

"For Dumbledore-" Grindelwald stared at Harry, "You mean, this was his thing?"

"Yes, professor." Harry said, treacherously.

"Why did Dumbledore lend it to you?"

"I think it's because, uh, because my body is in a state of condition, this ring can help me. But I don't need it anymore." Harry said vaguely. Did Professor Bashar alive? He took the initiative to mention the slightest, maybe he recognized the Resurrection Stone? But how could this be... Just as Harry was thinking about it, Grindelwald gently broke the topic.

"Yes, you haven't been to class for this time." Grindelwald stared at the flames in the fireplace in a daze and said after a long time. "It turns out... it turns out that it's because of this."

Harry suddenly had an illusion.

Professor Bashart may have known it for a long time, knowing that the gems inlaid on the ring are the resurrection stones of one of the three death hallows. Perhaps he was recognized yesterday when he left the hospital and went to the auditorium, because Professor Bashart seemed to be more concerned about the belonging of the ring than the ring itself.

"You're right, Harry, I probably know what that thing is." Grindelwald came to his senses and said in a calm tone. "Decades ago - Grindelwald sent someone to investigate the whereabouts of that thing, and I'm one of the insiders. I'm worried that you just got it by accident or used by someone who is interested... But since it's Dumbledore..."

He didn't continue talking, as if he thought the Resurrection Stone was safe in Dumbledore's hands, and he raised the tone slightly.

"Okay, let's skip this funny episode. Harry, have some cookies-" Harry picked up a cookie. "I heard that your patron saint is unique, not only amazing, but also physical attacks?"

"Yes, professor." Harry said a little excitedly. He tried not to think about the magic book that had been written most of the time and was currently stagnant.

"Then you must realize: the importance of firm beliefs to a wizard."

"Is it-what?" Harry looked at him in confusion.

"Faith, Harry." Grindelwald repeated slowly, saying: "Witches reach a certain level, they will turn from specific magic to think about some broad concepts, but that is just a manifestation. They are actually interpreting their understanding of the essence of magic in their own way."

"An interpretation of the nature of magic," Harry said thinking.

"Yes, we are born with magic. So if you want to achieve something, then everything that is related to it - such as the amount of magic, control, transformation, and the integration of beliefs... these are what you should pursue throughout your life."

Grindelwald explained softly.

Harry let out a gentle, sudden realization of breathing, and he felt that many unclear problems in the past were solved.

...

"It's love. There is the mystery of all magic hidden there."

In the principal's office, Snape closed his eyes, as if tired of the rhetoric. "I'm tired of listening, Dumbledore. What I want to know more is that after eight months of ignoring you once again called me to your office... for what?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"I heard the complaint, Severus, you know I can't agree to you into Classroom 7."

"Yes, you're afraid that I'll kill him on impulse." Snape said coldly: "He's still useful - you told me, but I can't see any progress."

"About Harry--"

"He is still a Horcrux. I went to the school hospital to see it... When he was in a coma," Snape's voice became excited. "Didn't you say you were working hard? What did you do?"

"In fact," Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm already very sure. The question is... when and what preparations need to be made." He lowered his head and looked at his hand.

"Full assurance?"

"That's right."

Snape seemed completely confused, and he glanced coldly, walking around Dumbledore.

"Preparation? What's the preparation?" Snape asked for a while. "And," he stared at the white wand in Dumbledore's hand with obvious hatred. "Why don't you destroy it?"

"I'm afraid it's useful, Severus."

Snape's expression changed to obvious vigilance.

"Who do you want to give it to? It belongs to the Dark Lord and is not suitable for anyone!"

"This question doesn't bother me, Severus. What really gave me a headache was another magic wand, and I was still unsure of it... Well, maybe I'm thinking too early now, I'm barely strong." Dumbledore said as he looked at Snape, as if he was saying: Yes, I measured it by you.

Snape's face turned dark, and he wanted to curse a few swear words now.

"What is Felix busy with recently?" Dumbledore said.

"I borrowed research materials from me some time ago." Snape said: "It seems that he is ready to solve the problems that are plaguing the entire magic world."

"There is a strong desire to study," Dumbledore said in praise, "Where is Valen?"

"That sniff?" Snape glared, "The answer is important to you?"

Dumbledore blinked at him happily.

"It's very good and very favored," Snape said dryly. Seeing Dumbledore showing a satisfied expression, he opened his mouth: "Dumbledore, I don't understand why you care-"

"Oh, Severus, this feeling is hard to describe. I suggest you keep a pet for yourself. My recommendation is a parrot, you can teach it to speak."

Snape turned his head blankly, followed Dumbledore's interesting gaze and looked at Fox, who was pecking at the fish bones with a "click" and said with a strange expression: "I don't know if I can equalize it - but when I was dealing with Billy Viggo, I did try to name them by your name. I have to say that I have gained an indescribable sense of satisfaction..."

...

A new week.

"The 12th rule is that the same ancient magic has the possibility of fusion under specific conditions. After fusion, the power remains unchanged and the scope of action increases." Felix said with a smile: "The task in your class is to verify this theory and record your own experience in practice."

The students moved and divided into groups of three or three.

"What ancient magic is used?" Ron asked.

"Whatever," Harry said, yawning: "Anyway, we can only use teaching magic in class."

Teaching magic is another new word invented by Professor Haypu. Many students still remember what the professor said when explaining to them: "Real ancient magic - especially the offensive nature - is too dangerous. Unless necessary, it is not taught in the classroom. I will teach you auxiliary and defense... For example, the lighting techniques and flight magic you learned before. In addition, I have specially developed a series of magical magic for daily teaching and practice."

"Specifically, it is to skillfully transform modern spells and replace them with ancient magic texts. This will also allow you to understand the second rule more clearly: the casting principle of all magic—including ancient magic—is generally consistent."

The two chose to create a snow curse. After a while, a snow cloud condensed in their hands and carefully allowed them to approach, "Wait, I saw the magic script sequence, I can't do it." Harry said.

"Okay." Ron thought for a while, stared at him and competed with him. After more than ten seconds, the snow cloud in his hand finally stopped looking like a glowing marshmallow.

The two approached again, and the snow clouds merged together without any obstacles. They looked up at a large snow cloud floating on the ceiling, falling large white snowflakes.

More people joined in, the snow clouds continued to expand, and the falling snowflakes piled a thick layer on the ground, but soon they met their opponents. On the other side, Semo and Dean used magical script to create a six or seven-foot-long water dragon. There were still several students standing around them who were eager to try and were about to join.

After class, the students' heads, eyebrows, and clothes were covered with frost, as if they were frozen outdoors all day in the cold winter.

Then they trembled and rushed to take the Black Magic Defense class.

Professor Basharat led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and stopped. "I originally wanted to take you deep into the Forbidden Forest, but the application was rejected." He said with regret: "Your mission is to build a temporary shelter for yourself with all the materials you can find nearby, and to find food."

"Professor Basharat, is this also a skill to hide oneself in the Muggle society?"

“It’s very accurate to summarize.”

"But why don't we go to the Muggle store to buy something for food?" Ron muttered to Harry dissatisfied. Unfortunately, the sound was too loud and the professor heard it. "Because you will jump up excitedly when you see the Muggle banknotes, and point to their music player and say: Hey, we have it over there too-Mr. Weasley?"

Ron stopped talking, and the other students who had objections quickly calmed down.

The above examples come from the content of the previous lessons. Professor Basharat adopted a similar class method to Lockhart's dramatic performance, except that the students need to be divided into two parties - playing the vigilant Muggle, and playing the wizard disguised as Muggle, and then starting a conversation.

Of course, the students responsible for playing Muggles will get some "tips", a small piece of parchment. In Hermione's words, it is an assessment question, but Harry thinks it is more like a short script with some very tricky language traps written on it, and many students are trapped.

For example, when Seamo talks about his favorite football player with others, he talks about Quidditch's technical movements, and uses his superb eloquence to make the other party speechless.

"…Flying fast and well, diving from a height of fifty feet!"

He had two inches more homework than others that day.

Professor Basharat asked Seamo to use extra places to describe how football players fly.

"Do those people know magic?" he asked politely.

As expected, camping turned into a mess. Harry and Ron used a trap to dig a big hole in the ground, covered branches and grass leaves seriously, and then hid inside to chat. As a result, Neville, who came out to pick wild fruits, stepped on the air and smashed Harry and Ron. Harry was excited and hit a big bag in his head.

After Neville left fearfully, they learned their lessons and cast defensive magic and silence spells nearby, intending to scramble until the end of get out of class. As a result, they felt bored after only half an hour, and the air was filled with strange fragrance. They came out of it and the two were surprised to find that the other students' interest was obviously on the food, and they were busy at this moment.

Draco Malfoy walked around with a bunch of charred mushrooms with disgust. Daphne Greengrass wisely exchanged a bouquet of wild flowers for two muddy potatoes from the others. Justin dug a nest of beetles, and several Lavenclaw girls were picking wild celery and mushrooms, and the harvest was quite large. When Harry and Ron passed by Ernie McMillan, they saw him quietly turning the stone on the ground into a rabbit with a transforming spell.

"It's so wonderful. I came up with a good idea." Ron exclaimed, and slipped away sneakily.

"Ron--"

Harry shouted, but Ron was gone. Worrying to attract attention, he had to give up and wandered around for two more times without finding the professor's shadow, so he found Hermione, who was irritated to deal with her mushroom soup.

Harry glanced at the stuff in the jar quickly and immediately lost his appetite.

"What do you think?" she asked expectantly.

"Yeah—" Harry stammered, "It's pretty good."

Hermione sighed and was about to speak when someone shouted in the distance: "I discovered a stream nearby, with fish inside!" Most of the students put down their work and ran away.

Harry tried not to look at the gray-brown mushroom soup under his nose, and tactfully suggested that Hermione go with her. Hermione looked at the things she made sadly, and did not struggle anymore, and agreed.

Before Harry and Hermione took a few steps, they heard someone calling their names from behind. It was Ron, who ran over with a huge pumpkin in a panic and said breathlessly: "What awful. When he left, he was discovered by Yaya. I heard the voice of Hagrid and Professor Basharat talking."

"You weren't seen by them, are you?" Harry asked nervously. Ron recalled it carefully for a while, but he couldn't remember it.

At noon, the students ate their appetites much better than usual.

"Hey, Harry!" Just as Harry and Ron competed for a mashed potato, Luna happily walked over and said. Her eyes remained in Harry's hand for a few seconds, and asked curiously: "Where is your beautiful ring?"

"Ring, ring?" Harry choked. He was surprised to see Luna happily bent her eyes and pointing to her left hand, which was now empty.
To be continued...