HP Magic Biography

Chapter 1170

Almost immediately, the deans gathered around her, and after a puff of purple smoke and a loud bang, Susan Bonn and her legs were reunited, and she looked terrified.

Any part of the body is separated, it's because your mind is not concentrated enough, you must concentrate on thinking about the destination to move, instead of hesitating. Edward said.

Fortunately, this was only in the hall, not some long-distance travel, and all possible injuries were protected by the magic circle arranged by Dumbledore. If this was not the case, Susan Bourne would inevitably have to lie down in the hospital. It's been a while.

Edward took two steps forward, turned around gracefully and stretched out his arms, disappeared into the slight vortex brought by the robe, and appeared at the back of the auditorium again. Remember three lands, Edward said, try again...one—two—three—

But an hour passed, and Susan's accident was still one of the funniest that ever happened.

The practice of advanced spells is never something that can be accomplished overnight. If one has the same physical fitness as Fan Lin, it will take longer.

After all, it is very difficult to skip the magic body and go directly to apparation. However, magic is obviously more dangerous, at least at the stage when Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic still need to be responsible for students , this is not a good teaching course.

Apparition was never done by one person at all, but Edward didn't seem discouraged, which is to be expected. He fastened his cloak and simply said, See you next Saturday. Please don't forget purpose, determination, and consideration. After speaking, he waved his wand to make the wooden ring disappear, and then left accompanied by Professor McGonagall up the auditorium.

Everyone started whispering as they walked toward the foyer.

How are you doing? Ron asked Harry hastily. I think I felt something for the last time - a little tingling in my foot.

I mean, do you ever think, maybe your sneakers are too small.

Fan Lin suddenly appeared beside them, speaking to Ron earnestly.

...

The atmosphere of the scene became awkward for a while.

Hermione just snorted softly, and then she didn't intend to say anything. Before Ron apologized to her sincerely, Hermione obviously didn't intend to talk to him, and threw a Lavender at him.

Well...it's very possible.

I don't feel anything, said Harry, actually, I don't really care about that right now...

What do you mean, you don't care... you don't want to pass the Apparation exam? Ron said puzzled.

I don't really care much, I'd rather fly, Harry said, looking over Ron's shoulder to see where Malfoy was, picking up his pace as he entered the hall.

Maybe I can teach you how to magic, but you have to be prepared.

Hey, great idea! Harry nodded without denying it, but look, hurry up, I want to do something...

At a loss, Ron followed Harry back to the Gryffindor tower and started running, and the same was true for Fan Lin. He had no idea what kind of medicine Harry's gourd was selling.

However, seeing Harry's flustered manner, it was obvious that he didn't have time to explain so much to them.

However, in the process of going back, several people were unexpectedly stopped by Peeves, who was blocking a door on the fourth floor and had to let people light their shorts on fire before they could pass.

Then what was waiting for Peeves was naturally Harry's spell. Although everyone didn't usually do this, Harry didn't want to entangle this kind of ghost right now.

Peeves screamed and hid in the wall, and then the whole corridor resounded with Peeves cursing.

For example, This is the Hogwarts Campus Radio Station. Here, I have to emphasize something. Damn Potter, he is a ******, I * * * * * * * * ... Category……

Five minutes later, they were crawling through the hole in the portrait. Now can you tell me what we're going to do? Ron asked slightly panting.

Go there, said Harry, as he walked across the common room and up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. As Harry had hoped, the dormitory was empty. He hurriedly opened the box and rummaged around, Ron looked at him impatiently. Harry...

Malfoy gave him lookouts with Goyle and Carat. He just had an argument with Carat... I wonder... aha! He found it, a blank, square-folded piece of parchment, and he unfolded it, Tapped lightly with the end of my wand. I solemnly swear that I did no good...or Malfoy either.

The second half of the sentence is not a spell at all!

However, this map is not a serious map. It has to be said that Harry thought of a good way, just like when Fan Lin was looking for Peter Pettigrew on the Marauder's Map.

Instantly the Marauder's Map appeared on the parchment. This is a detailed floor plan of the castle, including every branch, and each person in the castle is marked with a small origin.

Find Malfoy for me, Harry said quickly. He laid the map flat on the bed, and the three of them leaned on the bed and searched on it.

Here it is! Ron called after a minute or so. He's in the Slytherin common room, see... with Parkinson, Carla and Goyle...

Hearing this news, Harry couldn't help being a little disappointed. If Malfoy appeared anywhere, Harry could have some associations, but this obviously didn't include the Slytherin public room.

The people of Slytherin, if not in the lounge, where else could they be?

dungeon?

Harry looked over with some disappointment, but immediately regained his confidence. Then, I'll spy on him from now on, he said firmly, and when I'm lurking somewhere with Goyle and Clara watching, put on the invisibility cloak and go see what he's doing—

He stopped as soon as he saw Neville coming in. Neville brought a strong smell of burning into the dormitory, and then started rummaging through boxes and boxes to find a pair of clean shorts.

Part of his pants were burned by magic while practicing Apparation. This is a random event, and it may be frozen into a lump in the next second.

Despite his determination to get Malfoy out, Harry had no luck for the next few weeks. Even though he stared at the map as much as he could, and sometimes searched the bathroom between classes, he didn't once find anything suspicious about Malfoy.

Although Carat and Goyle came in and out of the castle more frequently than usual, and sometimes stayed in the deserted corridors for a while, Malfoy was not only not around them during these times, but he didn't appear on the map at all.

This is really strange. Harry guessed at the possibility that Malfoy had left the school, but couldn't figure out how he could do so with the security around the school these days.

So, he could only assume that among the hundreds of small black dots on the map, he couldn't find any of them to be Malfoy. The fact that Malfoy was always going in opposite directions to Goyle and Clara was probably just one of those things that always happens to kids when they grow up, even though they'd always been inseparable before.

It made Harry think sadly of Hermione and Ron, who proved it, from friend to cold?

It's not a pleasant transition.

The weather doesn't change much from February to March, except that the wind replaces the humidity. A message posted on the bulletin boards in all the common rooms caused everyone to be upset that a trip to Hogsmeade was canceled next week.

This made Ron very irritable.

It's my birthday! he said. I've been looking forward to it!

Not terribly unexpected, is it? said Harry, since Katie was born.

Katie hasn't come back from St. Mungo's yet. Moreover, more disappearances were reported in the Daily Prophet, including some relatives of Hogwarts students.

But now all I can look forward to is Disapparation! said Ron grumpily. Big birthday celebration...

Three times into the class, Apparition proved to be harder than any of the previous ones, although a few more people managed to separate parts of their bodies from themselves.

However, the frustration was getting higher and higher, and a considerable number of people began to hate Edward and his three points. They thought of a pair of nicknames for him, and the most polite one was dog nose and shit brain.

Not to mention Hogwarts, Dumbledore seems to have made up his mind to let Hogwarts out, the hard steel on the front is obviously not a good idea, since Voldemort destroyed Azkaban, Dumbledore has been Officially offline from the ranks of top wizards.

To be precise, Voldemort has formed a team of his own?

This disappointed Fan Lin, and Dumbledore seemed obsessed with studying the tomb found in the North Pole with Nicolas. To be exact, Nicolas finally discovered the possibility of going further?

Explore the mysteries of life and death from the undead?

I have to admit that every top wizard has his own crazy side, especially the likes of Dumbledore and Nicolas, or Tom?

Even Fan Lin was once obsessed with some dangerous magic, such as extensive black magic, intensive training like Fiercefire Curse, or, demon magic?

...

Happy birthday, Ron, Harry said when they woke up on the first day of March and Simon and Dean went rowdy for breakfast. A gift for you.

He left the parcel in the little pile of presents on Ron's bed, which Harry guessed had been delivered by house-elves in the night.

Thanks, said Ron lazily, and while he was unwrapping the presents Harry climbed into bed, opened the case, and rummaged through the Marauder's Map where he had stashed it every time he ran out.

He found the map only after he emptied half the contents of the box, and at the same time he saw the small bottle of luck potion still rolled up in his sock.

I found it, he murmured, took it back to the bed, tapped it lightly and said in a low voice, I solemnly swear that I did nothing wrong.

Haven't you given up yet... Fan Lin shook his head, and threw his gifts, including Hermione's, into the pile of gifts in front of Ron.

Brilliant, Harry! said Ron excitedly, waving a new pair of Quidditch gloves Harry had given him.

You're welcome, Harry replied absently, looking for Malfoy around the Slytherin dormitory. Ah, of course... I'll always find something.

This was Harry's answer to Fan Lin.

Hey... I don't think he's in my bed... Ron didn't answer. He was busy unwrapping presents, and from time to time he let out a cheer of joy.

Seriously, it's been a good year! he announced, holding a heavy gold watch with a circle of odd numerals on the dial and little moving stars on the hands.

Look what Mom and Dad gave me? Ugh, I think I'll be old next year.

Cool, Harry mumbled, just glancing at the watch before continuing to look for it on the map. Where is Malfoy? He didn't seem to be eating breakfast at the Slytherin table in the central hall...nor was he near Snape sitting in his office...he wasn't in any of the bathrooms or in the hospital hospital...

Want one? said Ron, holding a box of Chocolate Frogs.

No, Harry said, looking up, Malfoy's gone!

Fan Lin paused for a moment. It seemed that Malfoy's disappearing cabinet was almost restored, and Dumbledore had to make a choice.

Impossible, said Ron, popping a second Chocolate Frog into his mouth, before jumping out of bed and getting dressed. Forget it, if you don't hurry up you'll have to go to Apparation class on an empty stomach... I guess maybe it'll be easier that way...

Harry tapped the map with his wand and said over, watched disappearing, and seriously thought about why Malfoy disappeared periodically while dressing, but it was impossible, the best way was to track him, but even with The invisibility cloak was also whimsical; he had lessons, Quidditch practice, homework and apparitions; he couldn't follow Malfoy around school all day.

Are you ready? he said to Ron. He was only halfway there when he realized that Ron was still on the bed, clutching the bedpost and staring at the rain-washed window with unfamiliar, unfocused eyes.

Ron? Have you had breakfast? Fan Lin called out again, but Ron didn't respond.

I'm not hungry. Ron said somewhat hollowly.

Harry stared at him. I thought you just said...?

Okay, I'll go down with you, said Ron, but I don't want to eat.

Harry looked at him suspiciously.

Because you just ate half a box of Chocolate Frogs?

Not this, you...you won't understand

Oh, well, do whatever you want. Harry said, looked at Fan Lin, and then with doubts, he opened the door.

Harry! said Ron suddenly.

What's wrong?

I can not stand it any more.

What can't you stand? Harry asked, beginning to feel terrified. Ron's face was pale and he looked like he was going to throw up at any moment.