Chapter 1045 Witchcraft

In fact, Harry had to put Hagrid's request aside for the time being, because there was always something worse waiting for him, such as OWLS.

On the day of the exam, once breakfast was over, the fifth and seventh years wandered around the entrance hall as the other students disappeared to class, and then, at half past nine, they were called class by class into the Great Hall, which had indeed been arranged just as Harry had seen his father, Sirius, and Snape do their own OWLS in the Pensieve; the four house tables had been taken away, replaced by a large number of small individual tables, all facing the staff table, where Professor McGonagall stood facing them.

When they were all seated quietly, she said, "You may begin," and turned a huge hourglass over and placed it beside her, where there were also extra quills, ink bottles and rolls of parchment. Harry unfolded his test paper, his heart beating violently - a Ravenclaw student on his right was already scribbling frantically - and he lowered his eyes to look at the first question

a) Give a spell b) Describe the action of the wand to make an object fly.

Harry had briefly recalled the scene of the wand making a club fly high into the air with a silly spin and then falling loudly to the ground. With a slight smile, he flattened the test paper and started writing.

...

"OWLS?" Fanlin raised his head and extinguished the light on his fingertips.

"If you didn't say it, I would have forgotten it. Did we..."

"We missed it." Hermione said a little frustrated, "We missed OWLS. Today is the day of the exam, but we are not in school."

Fanlin was a little embarrassed. He knew very well that the girl cared most about the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination or something else besides him.

But it was good news that the girl could complain about not taking the exam here. At least, the girl had almost walked out of the shadow of Voldemort before.

This is a good thing, even if it is a bad way to divert attention.

Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination...

What they are doing now is almost to overthrow the Ministry of Magic represented by Fudge. Who would care about an exam jointly organized by the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts?

Or will Professor McGonagall not let the two of them enter her advanced training class?

"I think Professor McGonagall won't mind us taking the exam again, or just pull us in. Anyway, this is not difficult for a little wizard who has mastered Animagus..."

Fan Lin said, pulling Hermione over with his hand and trying to hug her, but Hermione didn't buy it, and still looked a little upset...

"If my parents knew that we were wanted..."

"Then Mrs. Granger will definitely think that the Ministry of Magic is full of idiots..." Fan Lin quickly continued, "Don't worry, Hermione, we will be able to go back soon."

Hermione nodded gently and threw the owl letter aside.

"But this is good, I finally don't have to learn those bad arithmetic divination." Hermione lay down on the bed, "How do you say that... salty..."

"Salted fish..."

"Oh, yes, it's salted fish, I think I can live a little easier." Hermione said, opening her arms to the side, hugging the ceiling.

Fanlin's mouth twitched twice, salted fish girl Hermione Granger?

This feeling of disobedience is really a bit...

"What are you looking at?" Hermione asked in a flash.

"The origin of witchcraft," Fanlin said, "To be precise, a large part of it comes from fabrication."

"The origin of witchcraft?"

"Yes, to be more precise, I am thinking about how wizards get the power of others." Fanlin said.

"Get power? Magic power is not absorption and natural growth..." Hermione said a little confused.

"This is the power we get from nature," Fanlin said, "but Tom is obviously not like this. Harry once told me that he felt another power in Voldemort, and this power..."

"You mean, the god of death?" Hermione said hesitantly when she sat up.

"That's right," Fan Lin nodded, "So I was thinking, what kind of method can be used to prevent Voldemort from becoming stronger, but I..."

"You didn't find it?"

Fan Lin nodded. In fact, up to now, he was also confused. He had been thinking about why Voldemort collected so much blood, but he had read a lot of black magic, whether it was blood transplantation or something else, no black magic needed such a mixed blood.

"In fact, there is nothing suitable in the black magic." Fan Lin opened the book at hand. "Whether it is potions or magic, such as blood magic, none of them will involve so many different types of blood materials, so I think this may be a more primitive witchcraft."

"Witchcraft? We use..."

"Oh no, Hermione, what we learn is just an extension of witchcraft." Fan Lin shook his head.

"In fact, we use more spiritual energy, such as manipulating objects, or summoning natural energy such as wind and fire, and those closer to witchcraft are similar to emotions, or changing a person's form, such as the Patronus Charm and Transfiguration, but none of them can meet Voldemort's requirements, including many black magics, none of which require such mixed blood. You know, different bloods will also conflict, especially when magic is included."

"What does he want to do?" Hermione asked, looking into Fanlin's eyes.

"I guess it might be a sacrifice." Fanlin said, "Similar to the original tribal form, each tribe has its own gods, and through the sacrifice of blood food, as a servant, you can get feedback from the gods."

"So, he is serving the god of death?" Hermione felt a little incredible, "Voldemort?"

As a wizard, in fact, in the education that has always been, there is a distrust of gods, and even more people have been in a state of disdain for the legend of gods.

After all, the gods have been gone for too long, and people don't get any feedback at all. Except for a few religions, everyone believes in themselves and their own strength.

"I don't know, I don't think it's possible." Fan Lin said, "However, all the signs make me think of nothing else. Maybe he is offering sacrifices to the god of death, or he has discovered some ancient black magic to try to obtain the power of the god of death, but these two have one thing in common, that is, Voldemort really found a living and powerful person..."

Fan Lin thought of the flesh and blood thing he had seen. Calling him a god is really a bit against Fan Lin's aesthetics, but in terms of power...

"Anyway, those vampires must have something, and this is something we don't know."

"But didn't Professor Lupin go looking for them?" Hermione said, "And there is Dumbledore." (To be continued)