Chapter 108 He Was Born in December (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 108 He was born in December (Fourth update~Please subscribe~~)

"I'm familiar with the Forbidden Forest. I've been there many times in the past two semesters." Harry answered casually.

Hagrid couldn't help but raise his voice: "Been here many times?"

"But I never met you when I was patrolling the forest."

Harry whispered: "We have met many times."

Hagrid was stunned.

He frowned as he recalled, and looked down. After the young wizards dispersed, he suppressed his joyous appearance and huddled beside his legs. He looked at Harry again, and felt a thump in his heart.

"Every time Yaya gets scared, is it because he meets you?" A bold guess came to his mind and he spoke it out.

Harry nodded.

"Is it the invisibility cloak?" Hagrid clenched his fist and smashed it hard in his palm, "I should have thought of it earlier."

"Harry, next time you are not allowed to..."

Hermione interrupted them: "That's not the point."

"Harry is very responsible for his own safety and he can look after himself."

Hagrid muttered: "Hermione, you can't be so partial."

Hermione blushed, shook her head, and said loudly: "I'm not biased! I'm discussing your class with you seriously, Hagrid, please be serious too."

"There are many things you need to pay attention to..."

She rambled on.

Hagrid was very serious and patiently listened to all Hermione's opinions.

for example…

Even if you are biased, there is no need to add so much, unless you can be like Professor Snape, who stinks all day long and doesn't take anyone seriously.

Hagrid has this strength. No one in the school can match him in protecting magical animals - after all, he is the only one who can hold down the Hippogriff with just one hand after it becomes angry.

He was born to be a master.

It's just that he can't bring out Snape's momentum.

He is a capable man with a big frame, but he has a cowardly face.

Of course, after listening to it, whether Hagrid can listen and implement it is the question...

They didn't stay long.

Then there is the last class of the day, ancient runes.

Compared to their divination and protection of magical animals, this course seemed very ordinary. They did not need to pick up a wand and did not feel the magic of runes.

Essentially, you are learning a new language, starting with the most basic letters.

In the first class, I learned sixteen.

Professor Bathida Barbling announced to them that there would be at least three more weeks of courses like today. This is a very boring but very useful course.

Ron was drowsy. He rubbed his head and pulled out the class schedule: "Fortunately, there are only three classes tomorrow."

"The next rune period is Thursday, oh...no, after Potions."

He couldn't help but feel heartbroken, as the two lessons he found most painful came together.

Hermione didn't have the nerve to correct his mistake: "We're not together, there's a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in between."

"But Professor Lupin will assign papers." Ron's voice was even more painful.

Hermione said earnestly: "At least it will allow us to make up for the two years we owe."

Ron sighed and followed them back into the auditorium.

After dinner, they returned to the common room and Harry walked to Dumbledore's office.

The first day of school was Dumbledore's confinement.

Yell the command and walk through the door.

"Harry, you came too early." Dumbledore looked at him helplessly. McGonagall had already told him that Harry was very attentive to the matter of "imprisonment".

When school started last year, I still found a reason.

By the end of the second-year semester, I didn't even find a reason, or even asked my own opinion, and decided on the "confinement".

Flitwick also held his waist and told Dumbledore to be careful and treat it with caution.

Dumbledore was unimpressed.

He has seen many hard-working young wizards, and he was also a hard-working wizard when he was young.

Diligence is a good thing and an advantage.

Until now, seeing Harry with this dot appearing in front of him, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

"Only this day a week." Harry came over, waved his wand, and moved the obstructing desk and chair aside, including the one where Dumbledore was sitting. "Time waits for no one."

Dumbledore stopped and shook his head: "I know you are under great pressure."

"I've also heard about that prophecy, and the Ministry of Magic sent someone to record it."

"Professor Lupine also told me about your performance in class. Don't worry, with me here, Hogwarts will not become what you fear."

"Does Professor Lupin know what he told you?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore paused: "Just take it as what he said."

"What do you think of that prophecy?"

Harry shook his head: "There is no need to care about the prophecy. Since it has been spoken, it will definitely come true. Instead of thinking about how to analyze the prophecy, it is better to think about how to improve your own strength."

Dumbledore looked at him with relief: "It's best if you think so, but I don't agree with that prophecy..."

"Maybe we can wait until class is over?" Harry interrupted and took out his wand.

The curfew "confinement" is about to end.

These things can be discussed after the confinement comes.

Dumbledore also took out his wand: "Harry, which one do you want to learn first?"

"Patronus Charm?" Harry looked out the window. As night fell, it started to rain again, and a few dementors could be seen floating in the sky in the distance, which was annoying.

Dumbledore followed suit: "A very wise choice."

"Let's go over the Patronus Charm?"

Harry replied: "Concentrate and remember the happiest things."

"But you should also find some problems?" Dumbledore asked again.

Harry nodded: "Happiness and positive emotions are the foundation, and giving it the physical essence is the protective belief, just like the name of the curse."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded. He waved his wand without chanting a spell, and a silver phoenix emerged from the wand and landed next to Fawkes.

Fox greeted it affectionately.

"Of course, Dumbledores are a little different." Dumbledore smiled, "I haven't actually experienced the change from an ordinary Patronus to a Patronus of magical creatures."

"Dumbledore is a famous Phoenix family and can sign a contract with the Phoenix." Harry said this without any expression on his face and without any jealousy.

"The contract directly changes our patron saint." Dumbledore looked at the phoenix with nostalgia in his eyes, "But a friend and I studied this magic back then."

"How to change the patron saint from an ordinary animal to a magical creature."

"It's easy to say."

"Emotions and will are the basis of magic spells. Although the Patronus Charm is ancient, it is no exception."

"Stronger and purer emotions and will, if you control them and let them be stimulated by you like magic, you can make the patron saint evolve."

Harry was stunned, raised his head, and looked at Dumbledore: "Is it that simple?"

"Powerful spells don't have to be complicated." Dumbledore shook his head. "There are not many spells as complex as Animagus."

“And it sounds simple, but it’s difficult to implement.”

"It took a long time for my friend to do it. He is also a very good wizard. At least in my eyes, he is as good as you."

"Him?" Harry looked confused, "I think you are talking about your old fortune teller lover, but why is it him?"

Dumbledore avoided the question and took two steps back: "Harry, will you try?"

Control emotion.

It moves them like magic.

This sounds similar to Occlumency.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to control himself, chanting the spell.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

When he opened it again, it was still the lion, lying lazily on the ground, yawning.

"The emotion needs to be stronger." Dumbledore pointed at him.

Harry took a deep breath, dispelled the Patronus, and recited the spell again.

The silver mist surged thicker, and the patron saint's body became more solid, but there were no other changes.

All night long.

Harry accepted Dumbledore's teachings, and his level of spell casting improved greatly. He could even begin to omit some chants and gestures, but he never took the step towards the evolution of magical creatures.

until eleven o'clock.

Dumbledore waved his hand tiredly: "Harry, that's it for now."

Now he finally understood why McGonagall and Flitwick reminded him so earnestly and earnestly.

He has seen many hard-working people.

But someone as hard-working as Harry...

His physical strength, energy, and magic power seemed to have no upper limit. Ordinary people would have to stop and rest in half an hour or an hour at most.

Harry doesn't have to.

He works tirelessly and never stops. If he hadn't been able to activate magic that didn't belong to him, he would have had the authority of the principal to mobilize the magic of Hogwarts.

Harry could even burn himself out.

The biggest problem is energy.

As early as nine o'clock, Dumbledore was very tired, but Harry was in high spirits and looked even better than when he first entered the office.

How could I, an old man over a hundred years old, spend so much money?

Even when he was young, he never vented his energy in such an exaggerated manner as Grindelwald - when it came to studying magic, he stopped at the end and rested when it was time to rest.

"Is it already curfew?" Harry sighed, disappointed.

Dumbledore said in a relieved tone: "Yes, the curfew is finally over. Let's sit down and talk about the prophecy."

With a wave of his magic wand, the tables, chairs and benches reset.

Harry sat down. Dumbledore didn't pour him any more milk this time. He felt that Harry didn't need it. What kind of milk could he drink with so much energy?

etc……

After being consumed by Harry to this extent, Harry obviously wouldn't be too relaxed, but he couldn't take it easy on Minerva and Pomona.

Thinking of this, he waved his magic wand and poured out the milk, filling a large glass.

"What do you think about that prophecy?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry held the cup and remained silent.

He thought of a lot, but some things were difficult to express.

"Although you are very mature, you are still young after all." Dumbledore continued softly, "Tom Riddle, he was born at the end of December."

Harry looked up.

The passage from the prophecy came to mind.

"Those born in December will slowly wake up."

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