Chapter 1,127

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In fact, Dumbledore's private teachings were considered boring to Fan Lin.

Those memories cannot bring anything more useful to Fanlin. Even if Dumbledore finds something new, it is nothing more than some of Voldemort's past.

But Dumbledore didn't ask Fan Lin to do anything. He just repeated some work that had already been done. This made Fan Lin very puzzled. But in fact, Harry could not give Fan Lin anything in many aspects under Dumbledore. Explain, no one knows what Dumbledore planned.

The only thing that interested Fanlin was that Rutherford was sent by Dumbledore to Nicolas Flamel. Regarding the forbidden land of vampires, Nicolas Flamel seemed to be able to give some more detailed explanations, and all of this took time. .

Different from Fanlin's boredom, for Harry, this was Dumbledore's real experience. It was the first time that Dumbledore announced these related things to Harry. This made Harry very happy, but some memories could not solve any problems. But one night was obviously not enough time. No matter how much they looked forward to it, the two of them had different thoughts, but they could only wait until the next teaching session.

The following days were just as Hermione predicted. The free time in sixth grade could not be used to relax happily as Ron expected, but to deal with a lot of homework. Not only is every day's study like a test, but the requirements for each course are much higher than before.

These days, Fanlin can basically understand what Professor McGonagall talks about, but Fanlin still needs Professor McGonagall to explain in detail the relevant parts. It feels like following this book, and suddenly something pops up in front of your eyes. It was like a book about the Half-Blood Prince had come out, and even Hermione was asking her to repeat it two or three times.

What was unbelievable, and what made Hermione increasingly angry, was that thanks to the Half-Blood Prince, Harry's best subject suddenly became Potions.

This is probably a surprise to everyone, but it is also expected. It is never possible to estimate how good Professor Snape was when he was young. In many cases, Harry's method is no worse than Slughorn's, and even In some aspects, although it is somewhat contrary to the meaning, the facts have proved that the effect is good.

Of course, these are not the only things that have changed, but also include all other courses. Not only Defense Against the Dark Arts, but also Charms and Transfiguration classes now require silent spells.

Fan Lin can now often see his classmates in the common room or during meals with their faces turned purple and distorted as if they had eaten too much; but he knows that they are actually practicing silently chanting Spell.

Fan Lin should really be grateful that Snape used repeated abuse to help him master this seemingly simple and pretentious skill, but sometimes he felt a little autistic.

This also made Fan Lin change his view on the current education of wizards, at least the education at Hogwarts. These wizards who came out of N.E.W.T should not be that bad. At least, they were powerful when they first came out, with all kinds of silent spells. Techniques, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, there are many different techniques, but in fact, many people start to forget as soon as they leave. It feels like being under an intermittent forgetfulness spell. I don’t know at which time period, different Memory invades the seemingly limited and developed brain.

The teaching day at Hogwarts was extremely fulfilling, even a little miserable for Ron, which left no one with time to think about other things, because ignorance is obviously a terrible phenomenon.

But stress can also make people feel irritated.

So going to the greenhouse became a kind of relaxation; although now they had to deal with more dangerous plants in the herb class, at least they could still shout at the top of their lungs when they were unprepared and caught from behind by poisonous tentacles. curse.

This is probably the only way to relieve stress, although many people hold their shit in and can't even come up with a decent defensive or offensive spell when facing Snape.

In fact, such heavy schoolwork and crazy practice of silent spells left them no time to see Hagrid, and Hagrid himself no longer went to the staff table to eat. This was an ominous sign. Incredibly, there were several times when Hagrid didn't pay attention to them when they met him in the corridors or on the school playground, let alone say hello.

"We have to explain," Hermione said on Saturday morning, staring at Hagrid's huge empty seat at the staff table.

"But we have Quidditch team trials this morning!" said Ron. "We still have to practice Professor Flitwick's Water Charm! And what can you explain? How do you tell him we hate this stupid lesson?"

"We don't hate it!" said Hermione.

"You can speak for yourself, I didn't forget the squid," said Ron grimly. "And I'm telling you, we just survived. Didn't you hear what Hagrid was doing to his dopey little brother - if we stayed there, we'd have to teach Grawp to tie his shoes."

"I don't want to be so silent to Hagrid all the time," Hermione said, looking a little distraught.

"We'll go after the Quidditch selection is over," Fan Lin said decisively. Instead of letting them quarrel like this, it's better to face it, although the result may be bad.

Harry nodded. In fact, he missed Hagrid very much, but like Ron, he hoped that Grawp would not appear in his life.

"But the selection may last all morning. There are too many people applying to join." Facing his first difficulty after becoming captain, Harry seemed a little nervous. "I don't know why the team is so popular all of a sudden."

"Oh, come on, Harry," Hermione said, suddenly impatient. "It's not that Quidditch is so popular, it's you! Nothing can arouse their interest more than you. To put it bluntly, nothing can make people more obsessed with you."

Ron choked on a large piece of smoked fish. Hermione glanced at him contemptuously, then turned to Harry.

"Now everyone knows that you are telling the truth, right? The entire wizarding society has to admit that you were right in saying that Voldemort was back. In the past two years, it was you who actually confronted Voldemort twice. They all got away. Now they call you 'The One' - come to think of it, can't you see why people are fascinated by you?"

Harry suddenly felt that the Great Hall was extremely hot, even though it looked like cold rain was still falling from the ceiling.

"And now that you are free from the persecution that the Ministry of Magic was persecuting you for, when they wanted everyone to believe that you were an unreliable liar. The mark that hateful woman made you write on the back of your hand with her own blood is still there. There, but you stuck to your story no matter what..."

"But……"

"No but, Ron, this is a fact, you have to admit it." Hermione interrupted Ron impatiently, "So, now, Harry..."

The arrival of the owls, which swooped in through the rain-stained windows and showered everyone with raindrops, interrupted Hermione's speech and made Harry feel better.

In fact, most people receive more letters than usual during this time; anxious parents are eager to receive letters from their children, as well as reassure them that everything is okay at home.

Of course, except for some unreliable Muggle parents, of course, this does not refer to Mr. Al or the Grangers.

Harry had not received a letter since school started; the only person with whom he regularly corresponded had gone to France, and to be honest, Sirius couldn't count on that now.

Harry now just hoped that Lupine would write him a letter or two occasionally, but so far it had been disappointing. So he was stunned when he saw the snow-white owl Hedwig among the brown and gray owls. It stopped in front of Harry carrying a large square package.

After a while, Ron's owl piggy also brought the same package to Ron. It looked exhausted and looked like it was about to be crushed by the package on its body.

"Ha!" Harry opened the package. Inside was a brand new copy of "Advanced Potion Preparation", which had just been sent from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

"Oh, great," Hermione said happily. "Now you can return that scribbling book."

"Are you crazy?" said Harry. "I want to keep it! You see, I've thought about it all-" He took out the old "Advanced Potion Preparation" from his bag, tapped the cover lightly with his wand, and read in a low voice, " Fall apart!" The cover fell off. He then did the same thing with the new book (Hermione looked disgusted).

Finally, he swapped the covers of the two books, tapped each one, and said, "Recover as before!" The Prince's book was disguised as new, and the one at Flourish and Blotts now looked Like second hand goods.

"I'll give this new copy back to Slughorn. He won't complain. It's worth nine galleons!"

Hermione pouted, looking angry and dissatisfied, but she immediately turned her attention to another owl, which delivered today's Daily Prophet. So she quickly opened the newspaper and started reading the front page.

"Has anyone we know died?" Ron asked lightly, a question he always asked Hermione every time she read the newspaper.

"No, but dementor attacks have increased," Hermione said. "One person has been arrested."

"Great, who?" said Harry, hoping it was Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Stan Sampac," Hermione said in confusion, and then Fanlin squirted out the milk.

"What's this..."

"Sorry, honey, I guess I was just a little surprised." Fan Lin reluctantly used his wand to clean up the stain.

"Hey, dear..." Ron seemed a little unable to bear the title, and then he sat a little further away.

"Okay!" Hermione said seriously, and then began to read the newspaper.

"Stan Sampac, the conductor of the Knight Bus, the most popular means of transportation in the wizarding world,"

"Wait a minute, the most popular?" Fan Lin was a little confused, thinking of Stan's talkative appearance, and then greeted him...

"...Arrested recently on suspicion of involvement in Death Eater activities. Mr Sampac, aged 20, was arrested at his home in Clapham during a raid late last night...'"

"Is Stan Sampac a Death Eater?" Harry thought of the acne-covered young man he saw three years ago.

"No way!"

"He might have been under the Imperius Curse," Ron said rationally. "Who can tell?"

"It doesn't look like that," Hermione continued looking. "The papers say he was arrested after he was overheard talking about the Death Eaters' secret plans in a bar." She looked up, confused. "If he was under the Imperius Curse, he wouldn't be talking nonsense about the Death Eaters' plans, would he?"

"Sounds like he was just exaggerating," Ron said. "Isn't he the one who claimed to be the Minister of Magic in front of the Veela?"

"Yes, that's him," said Harry. "I don't know what kind of tricks they're playing, and Stan knows as much as he does."

"Maybe to make people think they did something," Hermione frowned. "People are panicking - did you know that the Patil sisters' parents want them to go home? And Eloise Midgan has already gone back. Her father picked her up last night."

"What!" Ron glared at Hermione. "But Hogwarts is safer than their home, that's for sure! We have Aurors guarding us, and there are so many newly added protective spells, and we also have Dumbledore!"

"I don't think we've always had him," Hermione said quietly, glancing across the Daily Prophet at the staff table. "Have you not noticed that his seat has been empty just as often as Hagrid's over the past week?"

Harry and Ron looked up at the staff table. The principal's seat was indeed empty. Harry then remembered that he had not seen Dumbledore since his private lesson a week ago.

"I think he left school to do... for the Order," Hermione whispered. "I mean... this whole situation looks serious, doesn't it?"

Harry and Ron didn't answer, but Harry knew they were remembering the same thing.

A terrible incident occurred the day before yesterday. Hannah Abbott was called out of her herbal medicine class and informed of her mother's death. They haven't seen Hannah since.

Obviously, this is an omen.

"What did Dumbledore do?" Ron looked at Fan Lin, his meaning was very obvious.

"Please, brother, I am not Professor Trauni, and I am just like you these days, staying here honestly..."

Fan Lin looked at the empty principal's seat again, "Maybe he will give me the answer next time, but not now, so I think we should finish the matter at hand."

Five minutes later they left the Gryffindor table and headed to the Quidditch pitch, passing Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Harry remembered what Hermione had said about the Patil sisters' parents wanting them to leave Hogwarts, and it was no surprise that his two best friends were whispering in distress.

What really surprised him was that when Ron walked past them, Parvati nudged Wanderer with her elbow. She turned her head and gave Ron a bright smile. Ron winked at her and gave her an unpredictable smile in return. His steps immediately became somewhat lively.

Harry resisted the urge to laugh. He remembered that Ron had resisted laughter the same way the last time Malfoy broke Harry's nose.

Obviously, Ron has made some new discoveries, like opening up a new continent, and depending on the situation, everyone is aware of it.

And Fan Lin couldn't help laughing. It was hard to say what happened. It could be said that Lavender's eyes connected with Ron's?

Or... (To be continued)