Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 172 This is the style of the Resurrection Stone
"Next person."

Neville walked back into the crowd, keeping his head lowered. He ignored Harry and Ron when they came to him, as if he was thinking about something. Hermione shook her head at Ron and Harry and pulled away from them. .

"Neville must not have recovered from what happened just now. Those should be his parents..."

Before Hermione finished speaking, Professor Lupine pointed to the next little wizard who was going up to practice.

"Brie Ord, please come here."

Lupine set his sights on Bree, who was standing quietly in the corner tower, and upon hearing Bree's name, the other little wizards also set their sights here.

Bree was stunned. He thought Harry would be the next one. After all, Professor Lupine would look at Harry from time to time.

"Don't worry, come up quickly, kid." Lu Ping's eyes were calm, but there was a hint of scrutiny and doubt in them.

Lupine recalled that Dumbledore specifically mentioned Bree Old when he applied for Boggart to take the first Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

"Okay, Professor." Bree smiled lightly and walked to the front of the stage. He was quite curious about Boggart. What is the soul afraid of?

"Boom boom boom!"

The Boggarts in the cabinet kept banging against each other, and soon, the cabinet door opened.

In an instant, the surroundings seemed to be enveloped in a spring breeze. Warm sunshine appeared on the dark ceiling. Grass was spread out inch by inch on the ground. Birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. The sudden scene made the little wizards gasp in amazement.

Is this a Boggart?
Isn't it the thing that the mind fears the most?

Lupine looked at Bree in front of the stage in surprise, the doubts in his eyes deepened, and he murmured, "Could it be something wrong with the Boggart?"

"tread…"

The cabinet was completely opened, and a young man about 20 years old walked out of it.

"Wow..." some little witches exclaimed, with surprise flashing in their eyes and blushing.

An Qing?

Bree's eyes widened, but soon he burst into laughter.

"I'm not afraid of you."

This was just an illusion, but Brie was quickly shocked. He said with a cold face: "Funny!"

In the cabinet, another world appeared. Although it was only for a moment, Bree saw it...

He is afraid to leave here.

"Very good!" The surrounding illusion slowly receded, and the young man turned into a little white rabbit and ran back to the cabinet. Professor Luping smiled and said: "Very good, Oded, you can go back. , but don’t be afraid of growth, and don’t be afraid of the future.”

Anyone with a clear eye can tell that the person the Boggart transformed into is what Bree will look like when he grows up, so of course, they think that Bree is afraid of her ordinary future. After all, Anqing is dressed like a Muggle. Not a wizard at all.

"Hey, you're looking pretty good when you grow up, Bree." Draco teased, "Look, you're in the limelight again. Now, there are more little witches who like you."

Following Draco's gaze, Bree glanced over and saw many little Gryffindor witches looking away in embarrassment.

"Don't say that. No one can be sure of what the future will be like, just a Boggart. He is not the god of time."

Brie smiled and quickly ended the topic. An Qing was already in the past. When he saw him again, he felt only sadness. Maybe he should have trusted An Qing more, but unfortunately no one would allow him. There is a second consciousness in the body.

"Then next, Harry Potter."

It was Harry, which made Draco glance over and snort.

"Look, this must be a dementor. Potter was frightened and fainted on the train."

Sure enough, as Draco expected, the cabinet door opened and a Dementor rushed out. Harry, who was standing in front of the stage, shrank his eyes, suddenly covered the nearest head, and squatted on the ground, his face extremely pale.

"Say the spell, Harry!" shouted Lupine.

Harry raised his wand tremblingly and said loudly, "Funny funny!"

The Dementor was suddenly enveloped in a burst of thick smoke, but it was not over yet. It transformed into a snake-faced, noseless man wearing black robes with blood-red eyes!

"what!"

Some little wizards were frightened, and some people from the pure-blood family vaguely saw something, how similar those red eyes were, exactly the same as those in the portraits left in their home.

Draco pulled Bree's robe, swallowed his saliva and said, "Bree, that's, that's the mysterious man..."

Of course Bree knew who this was, he had dealt with Voldemort for a long time, but it was Harry they should be worried about at this point.

Harry's face was pale, and he was a little unsteady with the wand in his hand, but he still insisted on standing up, but Lupine rushed forward with a strong step and blocked Voldemort.

When the boggart saw Lupine rushing towards him, it changed from Voldemort to a full moon in confusion.

Lupine said: "Funny!"

The moon turned into a balloon and floated back into the cabinet.

"It's okay, Harry. It looks like you need to go to the school hospital. You look terrible."

Harry lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.

"I-I can deal with him, Professor Lupin."

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, but soon laughed out loud, not in ridicule, but in relief.

"You did a great job. Your parents will be proud of you if they see it, but you have to go to the school hospital and look at your hands..."

Harry's fingernails had pierced the palm of his hand, which was bleeding now.

"Then that's the end of today's class. You can leave get out of class on your own."

Lupine helped Harry up and said, "Ask your friend to accompany you. I have to go find Professor Dumbledore."

After saying that, Lu Ping hurried outside.

"Is this the end?" Draco said in disbelief: "We haven't tried it yet. Is this class just for you three?"

Draco walked up dissatisfied. He looked at the Boggart who had not been taken away and stood in front of the stage without hesitation.

"Let me see, what is Malfoy afraid of?"

Some young wizards who were about to leave looked over, but even Harry and Ron stopped.

Soon, the cabinet was opened, and Bree walked out of it. In Bree's hand, she was holding a silver ring inlaid with black stones. Bree stood in front of Draco, and fiercely put the ring on it. He fell to the ground.

With a "bang" sound, the ring shattered.

Draco hurriedly touched his finger, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the ring still exist on it.

Brie came up and said, "Funny!"

The boggart was so weak that he walked slowly back to the cabinet, while some young wizards were eager to try it.

Bree said: "Let's get out of class. Boggart is a weak dark creature and cannot withstand your torture. Now if you open it again, you will only see small snakes and cockroaches."

"Or your favorite jewelry may be broken."

"Ahem." Draco coughed awkwardly, agreeing with Bree's statement.

Soon, the little wizards dispersed, and Bree took Draco out of the classroom.

"You seem to care about this ring, Draco." Bree couldn't help but think of the scene she saw in the divination class. At that time, Dumbledore was wearing it and was cursed with a dark aura.

"You gave this to me. Of course, that's not the point. The point is that my little treasury is all in it."

Draco hummed and whispered: "I asked the goblin to process the ring again, and added a broken space stone inside to create a small space. This cost a lot of money."

"If it breaks, I won't be able to find the second space stone, and the things inside are very precious."

Draco stroked the ring and smiled.

"I always feel that the style of this ring is a bit familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere..." Brie tried: "Do you know the origin of the style of this ring? I heard you say that it was given to you by your aunt who is far away from home. your."

"It's my aunt in Germany... You mentioned this. When I went to Germany for a dinner this year, my aunt praised this ring. She also said that this ring is very similar to the legendary Resurrection Stone. My aunt is An expert in collecting gems is well-informed, but the Resurrection Stone is too exaggerated, it is the holy relic of the God of Death."

Speaking of this, Draco was a little silent.

"What's wrong, Draco?"

After hearing Bree's inquiry, Draco continued: "The Holy Relic of Death, I heard my father say that this is what the first generation Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, has been looking for, and He also used it as a badge and used saints as the names of his organization members, just like the Death Eaters..."

"Okay, let's stop here, Bree. The saints are all old things from the last century. There is no need to talk about them."

Draco smiled and said nothing more.

Bree nodded, but her thoughts stayed on the Resurrection Stone.

The resurrection stone, the invisibility cloak, the elder wand, the three holy objects of death...

Could it be that in the prophecy, Dumbledore was wearing the Resurrection Stone ring?

But how did the ring appear, or is the gem on Draco's hand the Resurrection Stone?
But when making alchemy items before, Bri didn't find anything different, or that a specific activation method was needed...

"Draco, can you give me the ring to study?"

"...Are you interested in the Resurrection Stone?"

"Don't be stupid. This is just an ordinary black gemstone. My aunt cut it from the original stone mine. It is not a sacred object that has been around for thousands of years."

Hearing what Draco said, Bree was also very worried.

"Well, I suddenly lost interest. I thought I could pick up the Resurrection Stone." Bree chuckled, causing Draco to roll his eyes.

"Let's go, maybe you have to prepare for tomorrow's speech, you have to stand on the high platform to announce the official establishment of the Fantasy Game Club."

When Draco said this, Bree's face darkened, and she had a headache thinking about how to fool him tomorrow.

……

Soon it was afternoon. During this time, Hannah found Bree with the manuscript and pestered him to familiarize himself with the process. They decided to hold a friendly competition on Saturday and sign up at dinner today.

"Cough cough!"

In the hall of Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick stood in front of the stage and waved to the little wizards below, and then said: "Look here, children, there is something big to be announced here."

Hearing Professor Flitwick's voice, the little wizards all looked over.

"Yes, we will officially establish the Fantasy Game Club tomorrow, and we will hold a friendly match, so young wizards who want to participate can sign up with their prefects after dinner. The prefects will give me the list tomorrow morning."

"Oh!"

There was a burst of cheers from below, but before it ended, Professor Flitwick shouted loudly: "Wait, wait!"

However, his voice could not suppress the enthusiastic young wizards. Some young wizards even wanted to sign up now. Professor Flitwick could only use the amplifying spell and said loudly: "Everyone stop, if you don't follow the rules, we will cancel." Your qualifications, and now come and listen to the rewards of this game!"

Upon hearing this, George and Fred, who had already stood up, immediately behaved like good babies, and the other little wizards also fell silent.

Dumbledore on the teacher's seat chuckled and sighed, "It's nice to be young."

Professor McGonagall had a sullen face, but looking at the lively little wizards and Flitwick, who kept explaining the rules of the game and was more enthusiastic than anyone else, she sighed, smiled helplessly, and ignored them.

"I heard that, we will cooperate with Oude Alchemy Shop for this competition, and the prizes will be provided by the generous Oude - a golden card, a set of cards, and one hundred gold galleons."

"Wow!"

The little wizards are all excited. The golden card is the highest level card now, but few people can pull it out.

"Golden card?" Draco snorted and looked at Bree.

Seeing this, Bree said helplessly: "We have to ensure fairness, Draco, and Tom is in charge of these things. I was just learning at Hogwarts."

"Oh, then it looks like I have to take part seriously. Our friendship cannot be exchanged for a gold card."

Brie spread his hands helplessly, and at this moment, Azar unexpectedly sat next to Brie.

"Is something wrong, Azar?"

Bree asked confused.

According to Tom, Azar would not remember what happened when he was possessed, and logically, Azar would not come to him.

"I...have been pestering you for the last year, right."

Azar's face was very pale at this time, and he was more depressed than before.

"Yes, you were controlled by a dark wizard using the Imperius Curse at that time. In order not to be discovered, you deliberately made friends with Slytherin people. But you are fine now, Azar."

Bree smiled and didn't say anything in detail.

"No, I, I mean, maybe I'm not under the Imperius Curse..."

Azar stared at Brie closely and said firmly: "I am sure, and you must know something, right?"

"Maybe you misunderstood something, Hazard, I don't have any malice towards you, if I can help you, I won't let it go, but in this matter, your most important thing is to recover your health, not to explore The reason is, that person has disappeared, don’t do anything meaningless.”

"It's Dumbledore, right?" Azar whispered: "He must have prevented the spread of information. My mother said that he has a strong desire for control and does not want to lose his current status because of some bad news."

"...Well, you're right, Azar, so I'm sorry, I don't know anything."

(End of this chapter)