A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the office of the Potions Professor, Chapter 601 of a certain Hogwarts Rune Professor, Harry woke up panting, breathing greedily like a drowning man.

There was a lot of shadows around, and Harry seemed to see a hooked nose, but when Hermione helped him put his glasses on, Snape stood not far or near. . . Before he could see the expression on the man's face, Ron and Hermione rushed up and hugged him tightly, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"I'm not—cough—it's okay," Harry mumbled, struggling to keep himself from being strangled by the two.

"Dude, you almost scared us to death." Ron patted him on the shoulder and said, Hermione covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

"I'm fine," Harry repeated, looking at the nervous two, all emotions returned in a short time. "The duel is over," he said dispassionately.

"What's the result, Dumbledore won, didn't we? We won?" Ron asked loudly, and Hermione on the side looked at him expectantly.

Harry didn't know how to answer, he watched Dumbledore's turn from defeat to victory, but he couldn't say the word 'we' now, "Yeah, Dumbledore won, the war - the war is over."

"Great!" Ron shouted loudly, shaking Harry excitedly, "Great!" Hermione's tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't stop crying.

"Potter—" Snape asked hoarsely.

"Dumbledore is still alive, Professor Heppe has passed, and Kreacher is mentioned - I don't know why, no one ever told me. And Voldemort, who was swallowed by a snake and probably not dead Right." Harry said in a breath, looking away, "Sorry, I'm a little confused right now, I have to go out, go out and get some air..."

He broke free from Ron's hand and rushed out of the office.

Harry walked briskly down the underground corridor, climbing the stairs with a blank expression, excited fifth graders standing in twos and threes in the foyer, some members of the Rune Club and the Front Lookout greeted Harry, who stiffened. Nodding in response, there are also some unfamiliar students pointing in the dark, which should be discussing his 'nightmare' in the last exam.

"What on earth did he dream of, that he wanted Dumbledore to die..."

The discussion in the corner drifted into his ears, but Harry had no intention of defending himself. He walked straight through the hall, and he could hear Neville's loud rebuttal for him. He took a few quick steps and passed through the oak gate. The sun set on the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, inlaid with a golden-red edge along the curved lines.

He walked aimlessly on the stone steps, he had nowhere to go, he just found something to do for himself, and the farther away from other people the better. He first went to Black Lake, but it was occupied by fifth and seventh graders who had finished their exams, so he changed direction and stopped for a moment in front of Hagrid's hut, instead of knocking on the door, he turned and walked into the Forbidden Forest.

When his figure was covered by the dark and dense shadows of the forest, he felt a burst of relief.

There will be no one here. As he went deeper and deeper, tall and dense trees blocked the dim light of the evening, and he lay on a dark and level stone, watching the speckled light through the thick leaves. Only then did Harry start to think seriously. He temporarily put Snape aside in his heart. He finally understood his mission. The meaning of his existence was to take the initiative to die at the right time, so as to connect Voldemort with the last link in the world. cut off.

There is a prophecy. Harry pondered that he and Voldemort might have been predicted, and he could probably guess the content. It should mean that the two of them would die together, or to put it better, they would die together? He couldn't help but think of Snape again, he was the one who told Voldemort the prophecy. At that time he was still an evil Death Eater, and he probably kissed Voldemort's robe passionately every time he met...

He must have been complacent and complacent at that time, and he could not have imagined that this prophecy would kill the one he loved so much.

The whole thing was far more complicated than Harry initially thought. His heart thumped at the thought of death, and his stomach twitched, like a block of ice had been stuffed into it. His mouth was dry and his throat was congested. Harry knew it was fear that enveloped him. What was it like to die? He has had many experiences of escaping death, and many times he almost thought he was dead, but death did not accept him.

He is agile, and his luck is surprisingly good. It seems that there is a pair of hands playing with his fate, telling him that it is not the time...

But now is the time.

Harry suddenly had the urge to turn his head and run away. He is now in the Forbidden Forest, where he can Apparate, then destroy his wand and hide in a place that no one knows about. He pulled out his wand and looked down at it. As time passed, the Forbidden Forest became darker, as if it had entered the middle of the night. Harry was getting more and more anxious, and he kept urging himself to make a decision, at least... at least go to Godric's Hollow again and bring a bouquet of flowers to his parents' tombstones.

Otherwise when he gets back - Harry thought pessimistically - Dumbledore might grab him and sneer and tell him to take him somewhere to be with Voldemort. He imagined the picture, the headmaster's two hands grabbed his shoulders, shaking vigorously, Professor Hepp and Snape sandwiched him from left to right...

But Harry didn't do anything in the end, he was like a student who suddenly decided to indulge after an exam, sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to take risks, essentially no different from those students taking a nap in the shade of a willow tree by the Black Lake. He came down from the stone slowly, his legs a little weak. He looked down at the phoenix feather holly wand still clutched in his hand, thinking seriously about whom to leave it as a souvenir.

But who would use a second-hand wand? Not necessarily, Harry retorted in his heart, at least it would be fine as a backup wand.

This is an excellent wand.

Harry had the confidence to take it and take Voldemort head-on, maybe it would be better that way, to die in resistance... but Voldemort has been caught, Dumbledore and Professor Hepp have done everything, he can really do it limited.

He thought of Ron and Hermione, wondering what they would think when they found out. They'd probably try to stop him, and Harry could guess their reaction - startled, then Ron murmured, "There must be some other way." Hermione would tell everything she'd seen and this Recite the title of the book with a little edge. Well, if they ever get a chance to know.

Harry walked slowly towards the castle, making up his mind—if he had time—that he would ask every ghost in the castle how they felt when they died. He knew at least two of them, Myrtle, who was killed by a basilisk, and Nick 'nearly headless', who was hacked to death by a rusted axe.

"Whoosh!"

Harry lowered his head abruptly, the Iron Armor Curse formed a barrier in front of him, and he stared blankly at the bow and arrow that was still some distance away from him. As if it were just a warning, then the woods swayed, Harry narrowed his eyes, and he heard the clack of horses' hooves.

"Bane, that seems to be a student."

"The foal?" cried a gruff voice.

A centaurus came out from behind the bushes, with white-blond hair and the body of a silver-maned horse. Harry knew this centaurus, his name was Firenze. Firenze looked at Harry and said in surprise, "Harry Potter?"

Another centaur appeared, with black hair and a black body, looking more robust and rougher than Firenze. He held a bow in his hand, and it was obvious that he had shot the arrow that was stuck on the ground.

"The colt, get out of here," said the black centaur grumpily. "The centaurs are not your human nanny. Don't expect us to follow you like donkeys to provide protection."

Harry didn't speak, he was still angry about the arrow, and somehow he suddenly wanted to teach the rebellious-looking centaur a lesson, maybe it was Hagrid's recent complaint that played a role, "the group of froze minds. I don't mean all of them, a few are still good to talk about, but most of them..." he muttered dismissively, sticking a bone needle that could pretend to be a wand into the thick canvas as he sewed Grapp's panties.

It could also be that the centaurs were simply disturbing his thinking.

Harry walked back in silence, when there was the sound of hoofs behind him, and one of them followed. Harry didn't look back, he wasn't interested in the other party's purpose. But the guy called 'Bane' cried, "Remember, Firenze! I can let you be friends with that little girl, but don't say it! We swore never to mix with wizards. Their messy trouble!"

"I didn't think about it," the voice seemed to sound from above Harry's head, shaking his ears a little, Firenze roared, "But now I really want to say something!"

Baine cried out angrily—Harry felt a little happy—but when they walked some distance, he was a little worried about Firenze's situation, and heard Hagrid say centaurs are stubborn and irritable.

"That - um - that little girl refers to Luna?" They walked silently through the woods, and Harry found something to say.

"That's right." Firenze said briefly, walking alongside him.

"They stopped you from contacting Luna?" Harry asked. "Can't you be friends with wizards?"

"That's not quite right," Firenze explained. "Luna...she's young, and this helps her. Centaurs don't hurt foals, and she..." Firenze thought about it, " She gets along pretty well with centaurs other than Bane, especially the girls, who love the Airship Lee earrings and cork necklaces."

Harry really didn't expect Luna to be so "socialized" and find a confidant from another group.

For some unknown reason, he echoed, "She can also weave garlands."

"Yeah, some of the tricks were learned from centaurs." Firenze said, Harry stared, imagining Luna and the centaurs learning how to weave flower baskets, and he didn't even think it was inconsistent.

"Then Hagrid—"

"He's one of the few people who can deal with it. We like people who are simple-minded and love nature. But it's not good now, you know, the old man of the tribe is very dissatisfied with his move to put his brother in the forbidden forest." Faerun Ze said.

Harry remembered what Hagrid had said, the Forbidden Forest was not for centaurs, it was an area set aside by the Ministry of Magic for centaurs to live. But he didn't speak his mind.

They walked to the edge of the forbidden forest, and in front of them could see Hagrid's hut, with green smoke coming from the chimney.

"Thank you, Firenze," Harry said.

"You're welcome, I've seen a lot of little wizards who have strayed into the Forbidden Forest, although some are not 'strayed'," Firenze said. Harry nodded and took a few steps. "Oh, Potter." Firenze Stopping him, Harry turned his head to look at the centaurs.

"Bane doesn't want us to have any contact with wizards. He is a radical faction, but I think it is necessary to maintain proper contact with wizards. In the grand era, the strength of centaurs alone is weak. , can't be alone. I believe you are an important part," Firenze said.

Harry's mood suddenly turned gloomy.

"An important part?" he said in a low and hoarse voice, "I may not be able to help you... You can ask Professor Hepp."

"We don't trust him," Firenze said softly.

Harry raised his head in surprise, and Firenze said, "To be precise, we don't believe in any grown-up wizards." Harry felt strange, thinking that Professor Hepp had had a conflict with centaurs.

But thinking about the criteria for making friends with centaurs—simple-minded and close to nature, Professor Hepp seems to be unable to meet any of them.

Harry returned to the castle with a heavy heart. He didn't know why Firenze seemed to have unrealistic expectations of him. It was almost dark, and he guessed that the students should have a meal in the auditorium at this time. So he walked into the auditorium, the laughter around him had nothing to do with him, and he sat down on the edge of the Gryffindor table, hiding from acquaintances.

Next to him was a lower grade student he didn't know, but the student obviously knew him, the little wizard called out from his throat, and then secretly poked his companion's ribs with his fingers.

Harry hastily picked up a piece of pie and shoved it into his mouth.

There were a few seats vacant on the professor's chair. Dumbledore, Professor Heppe, Sirius, and Snape were all absent. The students didn't notice anything unusual—the professors didn't come here on time to finish their meal every day—they were enthusiastic There was a lot of discussion about the wizarding exams and final exams that ended, and there was even a mention of summer vacation.

But today is different.

When Harry cut the pie in half with a fork, he thought that Voldemort had fallen silently, and if people could see the future, they would be surprised how peacefully they passed the day.

He thought of Firenze's words again, the magnificent era... Can he be lucky enough to see it? Or, the "important link" in Firenze's mouth actually started with his own death?

That's really important, since the wizarding world is free from the shadow of Voldemort, and can live in peace...

Harry glanced again quickly, and none of the four absent came, then lowered his head and tiptoed out of the auditorium - Ron and Hermione were so restless as they ate, looking around, he had to hide himself, he still I didn't know how to deal with them.

Where did those who didn't come go? Harry thought on his way back to the lounge.

Could it be in a place he didn't know - maybe the headmaster's office, or a desolate mountaintop - where a very serious conversation was taking place, and Dumbledore told Sirius solemnly that Harry was a Horcrux...

If someone had to inform him, he wanted that person to be Sirius.

Deep in classroom No. 7.

Felix handed Hufflepuff's gold cup to Dumbledore, and looked at the Ouroboros circling in midair with him.

"...You glued a dozen Patronus together?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "How did you do it?"

"It's really difficult, and it takes a lot of time to really realize it, but I took a chance," Felix said. "I found a commander for them, a spiritual leader."

"You mean Harry..."

"That's right~www.readwn.com~ Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Where's Kreacher? "

"I sent him to Sirius. He was bound by the magic of his own kind. He had just lost a master. Now he is very depressed. Sirius is comforting him."

Behind them stood the memories of several professors, young Felix, young Dumbledore, young McGonagall, and Flitwick and Newt Scamander, looking solemnly at the ink in the air. Green Patronus.

"It's... there's a mysterious person hidden in its stomach? God, it's too dangerous, you shouldn't bring it to the school." The young Ms. McGonagall said, clutching her chest, shaking her whole body in a heart-wrenching way.

"For some purpose, we need him alive for a while," Felix said. "Seriously, Minerva, you couldn't find a better place here: there's flow at Hogwarts. The huge magic power in the defense system, there are a lot of emotions collected in classroom No. 7, of course, the most important thing... is you."

"But this is not a prison, Albus, and we are not jailers either. I hope you will consider it carefully!" Ms. McGonagall said fiercely, "Students come in and out every day, in case something happens—"

"Then temporarily close this place and not open it to the public." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Better not, sir," Felix interjected. "I need to use it to gather enough emotions. This is an important step in suppressing Voldemort's will and putting him passively into hibernation. I can create a temporary passage in the adjacent room. , separate the two."

"School will be closed in a few days. If you are optimistic, we may solve the problem during the holiday."

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