The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Rain was hitting the windows, and the dark clouds accumulating on the magic dome kept spinning. In the open space below, the students in the Apparition Class stood neatly in several rows, five feet apart from each other, with an old-fashioned wooden circle in front of them.

Ernie, the prefect of Hufflepuff, stood in the front row of the team and set an example. He held his wand tightly in his right hand and placed it by his side. His back was straight and his muscles were working hard.

He was staring hard at the wooden circle in front of him, staring at the gray circular ground in the wooden circle, his face flushed, as if he wanted to drill a hole in the floor with his eyes.

The other students behaved in the same way. Many were surprised that they were asked to apparate so quickly. They were confused and had the explanations poured into their heads. They had no time to digest and absorb them. They didn't remember the key points of casting the spells, and they didn't remember much about their goals and determination. Nong Rong has almost forgotten about it.

You can only subconsciously follow the instructions of the instructor.

"Listen to my command..."

Tycros shouted at the top of his lungs. He was not surprised by the nervousness of the students. This was also the case in previous years.

The teaching process of Apparition is the result of decades of experience. Those with talent can learn it no matter what, but teaching those without talent will be useless. Too profound theoretical knowledge will only confuse students' minds, so it is better to just start practicing.

However, a few Gryffindor students were a little surprised as to why they were all looking at the man and woman on the far right.

With doubts in his heart, Tecros subconsciously glanced at the man and woman and shouted in a deep voice: "Three...two...one!"

The students immediately waved their wands and spun on the spot. A few entered the void state, but a large number lost their balance and almost fell. The auditorium was full of people who were staggering and unsteady, and even the clumsy ones were lying on their backs. Fall to the ground.

With his eyes closed, Ernie kept spinning and jumping, sending himself into the old-fashioned wooden circle, making the people around him laugh.

"hiss……"

Seamo closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and his expression seemed to be recollecting, "I seem to have found a little feeling."

"I don't believe it. How does it feel?" Dean opened his eyes wide.

"It's hard to describe, the fleeting sense of space, the body seems to have disappeared, as if it were not there."

"Why don't I feel this way..."

Dean tightened his grip on the wand, a sense of urgency suddenly rising in his heart.

Although the young couple looked outstanding, their performance was mediocre. Macross looked away, not surprised, nor did he dislike the other people's fuss: "It doesn't matter, it's normal to not feel the feeling during the first practice! Set up the wooden circle and stand Go back to your original position and let’s continue trying…”

Hermione listened attentively, but only went through the motions when practicing.

Loren didn't pay attention to either. He was thinking about getting through the first period and asking Professor McGonagall for leave after class.

Explain the review, practice attempts, and correct mistakes. The teaching class repeats the exercises like this. The second attempt is no better than the first, and the third time is just as bad. It is not until the fourth time that there is a little excitement - He Susan Bones of Chipachi split.

The fat blond girl flashed for a moment, and the next moment she appeared staggeringly in the wooden circle, but her left leg remained in place five feet away.

Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey rushed forward, casting spells and applying medicine. The smell of white essence spread, and it took less than five minutes to reattach the leg without any scars. Stay, don't make it bloody.

"Don't be afraid of splitting. Be firm enough. You must always focus on the target. Don't panic..." Mike Ross explained the key points of Apparition diligently. He didn't seem surprised at all, and he was even looking forward to splitting this time.

When get out of class was about to end, he took a few steps forward, opened his arms and spun around, performing a complete Apparition amidst the spinning and fluttering of his robes, disappearing on the spot and reappearing at the door of the auditorium.

"That's it for the first lesson of the Apparition teaching class. We'll see you next Saturday." Macross bowed, his movements were elegant, his posture was calm, and he was very elegant.

Some girls cheered.

Professor McGonagall whispered a few words to Madam Pomfrey, and when she was about to turn around and leave, she caught Loren's eyes, couldn't help but smile, and waved to them.

Loren and Hermione said goodbye to the people around them who asked questions and walked up immediately.

"Professor McGonagall."

"Professor McGonagall."

"I thought you two would show off your proficient apparation skills in class, and then enjoy everyone's praise." Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

"Am I a pushy person in the eyes of the professor?" Loren asked with a frown.

"I would rather you were pushy, at least not so lazy." Professor McGonagall said with a complicated expression, and then looked at Hermione next to him, "You have followed them for a whole class, are you bored already?"

Hermione shook her head: "Not boring, just a little confused."

"Do you think the instructors from the Ministry of Magic explain it too briefly? I asked you to start practicing without explaining it clearly."

"Don't you think so, Professor?"

"The situation is not what you think..." Professor McGonagall explained, "Apparition is very special. It originated from ancient magic. The principles involved are profound and complex. Explanation in too much detail will only confuse their minds. Talented people Students can learn it no matter what, but students without talent cannot learn it no matter how much teaching is done. The teaching class has been held for many years. According to the experience of the Ministry of Magic, this teaching method is the most effective and has the fewest accidents. "

"Then why does Professor Flitwick go into so much detail when he teaches us?"

"At that time, I wanted you to realize the difficulty and give up on your own initiative."

"..."

Hermione looked up at the professor with a complicated expression.

"Ahem..." Loren said aloud, "Professor, we want to ask you for help."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but smile: "I know the reason why you are looking for me. You don't need to attend future courses. Just show up during the exam. I will tell Macross."

"Thank you Professor!"

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall and heading upstairs, Loren glanced at the little witch who was still silent, and naturally took her hand: "What's wrong, what new reform policy has Minister Granger come up with? "

"I just feel that the current teaching model is a bit crude. Maybe we can learn from the driver's license system and make some improvements. I will discuss this matter with Professor Bubbaji when the teaching class is in the future."

"Minister Granger is thinking long term."

"..."

Hermione was completely used to this level of teasing: "What about you, what are you going to do now that you don't have to take Apparition lessons?"

"Ask Flamel to start a new subject."

"?" Hermione tilted her head.

"Hasn't Professor Snape already developed a potion for resurrecting the dead? Although we do not study this forbidden potion, the process of rebirth from death can greatly enlighten the understanding of magic and soul. Flamel and I both agree. Interested."

"Sounds complicated."

"I'll explain it to you when I get results."

"Professor Bubbaji and I have discussed the results and I will let you know."

"Hurrah."

…

In the corridor leading from the auditorium to the courtyard, Ron was talking excitedly about the teaching just now: "I seemed to feel something last time, and the soles of my feet were numb. I think I am almost successful. What do you think, Harry?"

"Could it be that your sneakers are too small?" Harry teased with a smile. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Minister Scrimgeour?!"

"Nice to meet you, Harry, can you talk to me?" Scrimgeour said, his eyes falling on Ron next to him.

Ron shrugged his shoulders, waved to Harry and turned away, very wise.

The two walked along the corridor. In the courtyard in early February, the snow melted, the grass was filled with vibrant green again, the shrubs sprouted new buds, and the rain hit the young leaves, creating a vibrant scene.

"Very beautiful, really beautiful..."

Scrimgeour was limping, but he couldn't hide his fierce temperament. This minister who was promoted from the Auror Office was different from Fudge. "All the people who graduated from Hogwarts are here." It is a pure land in the hearts of wizards, and the Ministry of Magic is doing its best to protect this pure land.”

Harry followed silently, unsure why the minister was looking for him, and said nothing.

"A lot of things have happened since I took office. I have wanted to see you a long time ago, but I never had the chance. Today I came with the teaching staff and we can finally have a good talk."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"About you."

"My thing?"

"The entire wizarding world has heard of your name, Harry Potter, the star of salvation. You know, stories will become distorted after word of mouth. I always thought it was just a rumor, but the reaction of the mysterious man proved that Not just rumors."

"I don't understand what you mean."

"If you really have any way to deal with You-Know-Who..." Scrimgeour paused, "I mean, has Dumbledore ever talked to you about this?"

"Talked about part of it."

"What did Dumbledore tell you?"

"Sorry, I promised him to keep it secret. If you are really interested, maybe you can ask the principal in person."

"Oh, of course, if it's a secret, I don't want you to leak it." Scrimgeour tried his best to pretend to be friendly and relaxed, but his smile was a little forced, "In fact, only a very few people know about the prophecy, don't you? It doesn’t matter if you’re the savior, what matters is that people believe you can bring hope, right?”

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Perhaps you don't know, Harry, that the arrested Death Eaters are being released in exchange for more Ministry of Magic staff." Scrimgeour paused, his shoulders became more stooped, and his steps became slower and slower. The voice finally revealed some genuine sadness, "I know the Ministry of Magic should not compromise with evil, but...but..."

Harry slowly supported him.

Scrimgeour grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes: "Harry, you have faced the devil who cannot even be named many times. You are a symbol of hope in the minds of many people. People believe that You are the one who is called upon to do the prophecy, and you will defeat and destroy the big devil. Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I can't help but think that once you realize this, you may feel that you are almost obligated to follow Cooperation with the Ministry of Magic gives everyone confidence.”

Harry was stunned for a moment: "Cooperating with the Ministry of Magic...what does it mean?"

"Oh, it's not troublesome at all, I assure you." Scrimgeour's face showed some joy, "For example, we can meet and communicate more, and then reveal some news and photos to the Daily Prophet in a timely manner, so that people will be affected by it. Encourage... Of course, while you are there, you will have many opportunities to chat more with Kingsley Shacklebolt, Gadwin Robards, these Aurors. I heard that you want to become an Auror after graduation. Luo, right?"

"Is this all, some useless false pretenses to trick wizards into thinking everything is fine?" Harry's tone was very rude.

"Not only that..." Scrimgeour looked at him expectantly, "You can also provide the Ministry of Magic with a lot of useful information, such as...Dumbledore's plan. He seems to have a way to deal with the big devil. If It would be good for all of us for the Ministry to have access to key information, and I can guarantee it will all go more smoothly."

Harry subconsciously raised his voice: "You want me to deceive Dumbledore for you?!"

Faced with a child's question, Scrimgeour's face darkened and his tone became a little sulky: "I don't expect you to understand. You are only sixteen years old, but now the situation has reached the most critical moment, and certain measures are necessary. , we also want to protect more wizards..."

"Then why didn't you reveal this to Dumbledore? Why can't you completely trust Dumbledore and actively cooperate with his plan?"

"The Ministry of Magic is the wizarding government!"

"So you just want to maintain the rule of the Ministry of Magic!"

Two angry faces stared at each other, eyes that seemed to be spitting fire. Harry tried his best to recall the techniques of Occlumency. He was not afraid to think the worst about the minister, because he did not look like Fudge. Such a piece of shit.

Scrimgeour's eyes flashed with a sharp gaze like a lion. His eyes changed several times, and his tone was no longer as friendly as at the beginning: "I understand, you are Dumbledore's man, a complete member of the Order of the Phoenix, right? ?”

"Yes, that's right."

…

"What are the criteria for electing Ministers at the Ministry of Magic? Is it stupid?

"Whether it's Fudge or Scrimgeour, wizards all over the world are willing to believe in Dumbledore, but these Ministers of Magic can't!

"Why do they always target Dumbledore? Can't they see that the biggest trouble now is Voldemort? Why can't they cooperate with Dumbledore's plan? Isn't it shameful to obey Dumbledore's command?

“Does he think anyone cares about those trivial rights?

"I will definitely get Slughorn's memory as soon as possible to help Dumbledore complete his plan!"

Late at night in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Harry's curses continued for a long time. Neville and Ron, two children of Ministry of Magic employees, did not dare to say a word. Seamus huddled under the quilt, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness. But the highest level of information in the magic world!

On the other four-poster bed, Loren covered himself with a quilt twice and reached out his hand to the icon on the cover of the book.

Book of Fantasy, start!