Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 154 Albania

After listening to the history told by Grant, Hardy is still skeptical.

A centuries-long secret rebellion that directly led to the disappearance of a large amount of magic?

It sounds like a fantasy.

"How can I be sure that what you said, President Grant, is true?" Hardy drank the flaming brandy in the glass, and then stood up.

"I have no way to prove it." Grant shook his head with a smile, but at the same time raised his wand, causing the parchment scroll on the table to split into two parts.

The tip of the staff flashed with light, and half of the parchment fell into Hardy's hands. Grant said, "To show my sincerity, I would like to give you the first half of the goblin manuscript. Regarding the authenticity of the goblin forging boxes, you can Judge for yourself."

Looking carefully at the half-sheet of parchment in his hand, Hardy's expression was first confused, then surprised, and finally became very dignified.

He looked up at Grant who was enjoying a massage, raised his wand and grabbed the letter of recommendation on the table, "I'll take this business."

Grant stood up, clapped his hands with a cigar in his mouth, "I hope we can have a good cooperation."

Putting the recommendation letter and half of the fairy manuscript into the finger box, Hardy asked, "I have two last questions."

Grant made a "please speak" gesture.

"There are so many members of the British branch of the Alchemy Association, why should I be chosen for this matter?"

"Ah, this question is very critical. To put it simply, Charlie admires talented young people very much. If it were someone else, they might not get along very well."

"Charlie is very old and has heart problems, and I don't want to send him a cranky or grumpy guy."

Grant smiled slightly, "Among the members of the association, you are the most normal one. I want to solve Charlie's troubles, not Charlie who is in trouble."

Hardy nodded thoughtfully, and then asked the second question, "If it's as you said, this goblin manuscript records how to use the goblin forging boxes."

He blinked, "Why don't you keep it for yourself? Don't try to fool me, I can see that the content on this thing cannot be copied."

"Unless you have mastered the forging boxes of the fairies."

Faced with Hardy's guess, Grant shook his head readily, "I'm sorry, Professor Ollivander, you guessed wrong."

Putting away the remaining half of the goblin manuscript, the silver-haired old man in front of him said, "I haven't mastered the forging boxes of the goblins, and to be honest, I don't plan to do so either."

"A wizard learning to use magic is like a beast tamer trying to tame a beast." He said, "Maybe the forging boxes of goblins will give wizards more powerful power, but that also means a certain degree of danger."

Grant mentioned what he had seen in a circus before.

"There was a young animal trainer who tamed monkeys, black snakes and hyenas. He had a good record in this field, and many audiences liked his wonderful performance."

"He thought he was omnipotent, and opened the iron cage that locked the lion in the middle of the night, naively imagining that he could make the giant in front of him jump through the fire ring."

A mocking sneer came out of his throat, and Grant spread his hands, "As a result - after a few minutes, he was bitten off by that mighty lion!"

After tidying up his somewhat wrinkled suit, he sighed, "Not everyone can master the magic of the fairies' forging boxes. If you want to control it, ah, in my opinion, many people don't have this ability, including I."

After leaving the Sapphire, Hardy, who returned to Hogwarts, looked at the half of the goblin manuscript in his hand with a solemn expression.

The things recorded on it did make him strongly question the magic he once understood.

It only needs to change the subtle places, and the existing magic can be greatly changed.

This is the secret that a lot of magic has been weakened or even disappeared in history?

But it is a pity that the goblin manuscript in my hand is currently incomplete, and there is no way to verify anything.

There are still three days until Grant asks himself to go to the University of Manchester.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Hardy decided to tell Helena completely about the Room of Requirement.

"Your mother left something for you there." He looked solemnly at the silver-white ghost who was clearly panicked in front of him. "That thing may eliminate the barrier between you mother and daughter, but it will also mean—"

He didn't go on, but Helena got it all.

she will disappear.

Once any ghost's obsession is untied, they will have no reason to continue to stay in this world.

Maybe on a sunny morning, I will disappear without a trace like the dewdrops on the tip of grass leaves.

"Hardy," Helena said, her expression as if she was going through a torment, "thank you for letting me know."

Her expression looked very tired, "If it were someone else, they might hide it from me forever, although I know their reason is for my own good."

Slowly floating in front of Hardy, Helena said: "In the past, few people were willing to let me make my own choice."

In the next few days, Helena often wandered alone in the empty castle, which was quite rare.

In the past, even if all the little wizards left here, this Ms. Gray would only stay in a few fixed places.

"She seems to have changed recently." The bloody Baro looked at him from a distance.

Seeing this scene, Hardy's mood is quite complicated.

He knew that Helena had already made a choice in her heart.

She was taking the last time to see Hogwarts, a place that had lived for hundreds of years.

"Don't worry about me," Helena told Hardy in the evening, "I really want to know what my mother left for me."

"Maybe one day I will quietly walk into the Room of Requirement humming the song she used to lull me to sleep."

"But I don't really like the atmosphere of parting, and I hope you can help me keep this secret."

Hardy nodded.

Looking at Helena standing in the courtyard, Hardy raised his wand and conjured up an easel in front of him.

The golden sunset draped over the other party's body like a tulle, like wearing an elegant wedding dress.

"You know how to draw?" Helena noticed Hardy's movement and turned her head back.

"I learned a little from a wandering wizard during my graduation trip." Hardy held the paintbrush and carefully drew Helena's body lines.

She raised her chin slightly like this, looking longingly at the distant mountain shadow, "Your experience really makes me envious, you must have experienced a lot of interesting things?"

"Not exactly." Hardy described Helena's flowing hair, "I also encountered a lot of trouble during the graduation trip, just like the Albanian party."

Hardy rarely mentioned his experience to others, "That was the end of my three-year graduation trip, and I was quite embarrassed. Not only did I need to duel with giants, but I was also injured at the soul level."

"Albania?" Helena's reaction seemed a little surprised, "I know that place, and I heard it from my mother."

"What did Ms. Ravenclaw mention?" Hardy paused.

"Can't remember, maybe I should ask in the Room of Requirement."

(End of this chapter)