Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts

Harry looked at the time on the clock and couldn't laugh or cry: Rice's potion was supposed to be effective, but he still had a strange dream, so it was ineffective, and he actually slept for eight hours.

He touched his forehead, and sure enough, his scar was burning hot, as if someone had burned a hot iron wire on it.

Without hesitation, Harry took out the "painkiller" provided by Les and drank a drop. The pain at the scar immediately subsided, but his brain seemed to be surrounded by a layer of mist, and all his perceptions were "dulled" stand up.

Harry's expression became calm. He climbed out of bed, got dressed silently, and prepared to go to the Great Hall to eat.

Ron also woke up at this time. He opened the bed curtain and called Harry: "Harry, wait for me, let's go to the auditorium together."

Harry: "Oh."

After Ron got dressed, he yawned and walked downstairs to the Great Hall with Harry.

While walking on the road, he was still complaining: "Have you done your homework for the divination class?"

Harry didn't react at all, and it took him two seconds before he uttered one word: "No."

Ron didn't notice anything unusual at first, and just sent an invitation to his friends: "How about we make up our homework together after dinner? I feel like we only need to write that we are going to be unlucky to get high marks."

Harry: "Okay."

Ron felt something was wrong, but he didn't take it to heart - wasn't it normal for him to be sleepy and not want to talk when he just woke up? Then when the two returned to the lounge and started doing homework, Ron discovered something unusual about Harry.

"I'm going to predict that I'm going to fall in the bathroom. What are you going to write?"

"I don't know. Wondering."

Ron:?

In the following conversation, he found that something was indeed wrong with Harry: he was like an emotionless machine. He only replied one word or a short sentence to various questions, and his homework writing speed was also very slow - this was As for the divination class homework, just make it up.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron stared at Harry's face seriously.

"It's okay." His response was still short.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron frowned.

"The scar hurts. I asked Les to get some medicine." Under the suppression of the potion, Harry did not continue to hide his condition from Ron, but revealed everything he had hidden in his heart before.

Ron:? !

He suddenly became alert and asked repeatedly what kind of medicine it was. Finally, he learned from Harry the three potions that Rice had provided him, and asked Harry about his recent experiences.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Because it's useless."

Ron:…

Harry's sincerity left him speechless. He thought carefully for a while and decided to wait until the effects of Harry's medicine wore off.

The dose Harry took was actually very small. After less than an hour, the effect of the drug wore off. He gradually regained consciousness and then remembered what happened before.

He suddenly became embarrassed.

"Ah, Ron, that's not what I meant, I meant—"

"You really should talk to Professor Dumbledore, tell him that your scar hurts, and tell him that you are having strange dreams. Harry, although I know a lot of things, I am not as good at preparing potions as Les. , but I understand that what you encountered is by no means a normal situation - so Les pointed you to the most correct path from the beginning: go to Dumbledore."

This time it was Harry's turn to be silent. Ron and Les gave exactly the same advice. Deep down, he knew that this advice was the most reliable and pertinent, but he also didn't want to do it from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, I'll go. But Les's sleeping potion is really good - I won't use his painkillers anymore." Harry changed the topic. He planned to send Les to the hospital first. Let's finish the two bottles of sleeping potion given to him.

Maybe I’ll be able to heal myself by then? Then there is no need to disturb Professor Dumbledore.

"That's right." Ron was fooled by Harry, and then turned his attention back to the Divination class homework: "Harry, you have to hurry up, we have to go to class soon!"

"Yeah!" Harry nodded and quickly made up for his homework. After the effects of the medicine wore off, Harry's writing skills were as fast as he could, and in less than ten minutes he finished the homework he had not finished in the previous hour.

After writing the last sentence, the two people hurriedly put their things into their schoolbags and ran quickly towards the west tower.

In the following days, Harry did not go to Dumbledore as he said, but instead bet on Rice's potion.

With the help of two sleeping potions, Harry no longer had strange dreams. Only the scars that occasionally hurt reminded him that things were not over.

But no matter what, Harry gained a semblance of peace, and so did Hogwarts.

Helga finished most of the things she was doing, except for the automaton she had promised to the Ministry of Magic.

These days, apart from teaching students and Cedric, she spends the rest of her time designing this doll. She hopes that the doll is stable, reliable, not easy to be damaged, and is easy to produce while carrying as many functions as possible - it is impossible for her to really spend all her time and energy making dolls to sell for money, which is unrealistic.

There was so much demand that even though Helga was very good at making dolls, it took a lot of effort. Under the pressure of so many tasks, she also felt tired despite being able to fight with the gods.

So she called Les into her office.

"Help me, Salazar!" Helga took out a thick stack of parchment from under her desk, "Help me correct the students' papers. I used the magic spell you invented. You must Very understanding.”

Les:? ? ?

Helga, what kind of strange mushrooms did you eat to give you the illusion that I am willing to help you correct your homework? I even had my homework written by Daphne!

"Goodbye!" Les turned around and left, and then found that the door to the office was locked tightly.

"You can give it a try. If you can get out, I'll count you as the winner." Hufflepuff showed a smile that showed success: she had already expanded her territory, and it was impossible for Salazar to escape without making a fuss. .

Les:…

He realized that he had fallen into a trap, but it was not a big problem and he had a countermeasure.

"Helga, I remember you told me before that you found the student you like? Then why don't you let the student correct your homework?" Les said: "These are not very important tasks, just leave them to the students." alright."

"Is this... really good?" Salazar's words made Helga feel refreshed, but she was also a little embarrassed, because wasn't this exactly the same as Salazar's behavior of exploiting the little girl?

"Why is it bad?" Les' lips raised: "This is for the good of your students!"

He whispered next to Helga like a snake in the Garden of Eden: "Didn't he gain a deeper grasp of that knowledge in the process of grading homework?"

Helga was lost in thought.

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