days at Hogwarts

Rain lashed the windows, dark clouds gathered above the magic dome and spun constantly, and in the open space below, students from the Apparition class stood in neat rows, five feet apart, with an old-fashioned wooden circle in front of them.

Ernie, the Hufflepuff prefect, set an example by standing in the front row, holding his wand tightly in his right hand at his side, his back straight, all the muscles in his body exerting force.

He was staring intently at the wooden circle in front of him, gazing at the gray round ground inside the wooden circle. His face turned red, as if he wanted to drill a hole in the floor with his eyes.

The other students reacted similarly. Many of them were surprised that they were asked to Apparate so quickly. They were confused and had no time to digest and absorb the whole explanation. They didn't remember the key points of the spell and had almost forgotten about their goals, determination and composure.

I could only subconsciously follow the instructor's instructions.

"Listen to my command..."

Tekros shouted at the top of his voice. He was not surprised by the students' nervousness, as he had done the same 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 those without talent will be useless no matter how much you teach them. Too profound theoretical knowledge will only confuse students' minds, so it is better to start practicing directly.

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

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

The students immediately waved their wands and started spinning on the spot. Only a few of them entered the void state, but a large number of them lost their balance and almost fell. The auditorium was full of people who were staggering and unable to stand steadily, and those who were clumsy even fell on their backs on the ground.

Ernie closed his eyes and kept spinning and jumping all the way, sending himself into an old-fashioned wooden ring, making people around him laugh.

"hiss……"

Simo closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked as if he was savoring something. "I think I found something."

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

"It's hard to describe. It was a fleeting feeling of space. My body seemed to disappear. It was like it was there and not there."

“Why don’t I have this feeling…”

Dean clenched his wand tightly, and a sense of urgency suddenly rose in his heart.

Although the young couple looked outstanding, their performance was average. McRoss looked away, not surprised, nor did he dislike the noise of others: "It's okay, it's normal to not feel good during the first practice! Put the wooden ring in place, stand back in place, and we'll continue trying..."

Hermione listened carefully but only pretended to do the exercises.

Loren was not serious about either of them. He was just thinking about getting through the first class and then asking Professor McGonagall for leave after class.

The class repeated the process of explaining, reviewing, practicing, and correcting mistakes. The second attempt was no better than the first, and the third was just as bad. It was not until the fourth attempt that something exciting happened - Susan Bones of Hufflepuff split apart.

The plump blonde girl flashed for a moment, and the next moment she appeared staggeringly in the wooden circle, but her left leg was still in place five feet away.

Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey rushed over, casting spells and applying medicine. The scent of dittany essence spread, and it took less than five minutes to reattach the leg without leaving any scars or blood.

"Don't be afraid of splitting up. Be firm enough. You must always focus on the goal and don't panic..." Maxros explained the key points of Apparition diligently. He didn't seem surprised at all and was even looking forward to this splitting up.

When the get out of class was about to end, he took a few steps forward, opened his arms and spun around, performing a complete Apparition as his robes spun and fluttered, disappearing from his place and reappearing at the door of the auditorium.

"The first class of the Apparition class ends here. See you next Saturday." Macross bowed with elegant movements and a calm and graceful posture.

Some girls cheered.

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

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

"Professor McGonagall."

"Professor McGonagall."

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

"Am I a person who loves to show off in the eyes of the professor?" Loren asked with a frown.

"I would rather you were more interested in the limelight than be so lazy." Professor McGonagall said with a complicated expression, then looked at Hermione next to her, "You've been following them for a whole class, you must be bored, right?"

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

"Do you think the teaching staff of the Ministry of Magic is too brief? They 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, and the principles involved are profound and complex. Explaining it in too much detail will only confuse their minds. Gifted students can learn it no matter what, but students without talent will never learn it no matter how much they are taught. The teaching classes have been held for many years. According to the experience of the Ministry of Magic, this teaching method is the most effective and has the least accidents of splitting."

"Then why did Professor Flitwick go into such detail when he taught 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 would like to ask for your help."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but smile, "I know why you came to see me. You don't have to come to the next class. Just show up during the exam. I will tell Macross."

"Thank you Professor!"

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall and walking 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 think the current teaching model is a bit crude. Perhaps we can learn from the driver's license system and make some improvements. I will discuss this with Professor Bubaji during the next teaching class."

"Minister Granger thinks long term."

"..."

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

"Find Flamel to start a new project."

"?" Hermione tilted her head.

"Hasn't Professor Snape developed a resurrection potion? Although we don't study this forbidden potion, the process of rebirth from death can greatly inspire the understanding of magic and soul. Flamel and I are both very interested in it."

"Sounds complicated."

"I'll explain it to you when there's any result."

"Professor Bubaji and I have come up with the result, and I will tell you as well."

"Hurrah."

……

In the corridor leading from the Great Hall to the courtyard, Ron was talking excitedly about the teaching just now: "I seemed to feel something the last time, my feet felt numb, I think I'm about to succeed, what do you think, Harry?"

"Maybe 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 feel a little surprised.

"Minister Scrimgeour?!"

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

Ron shrugged, waved at Harry, and turned away, very tactfully.

The two strolled along the corridor. In the courtyard in early February, the snow had melted, the grass was once again green, the bushes were sprouting new branches, and the rain was hitting the tender leaves, creating a vibrant scene.

"Very beautiful, really very beautiful..."

Scrimgeour limped, but he could not hide his fierce temperament. This minister who was promoted from the Auror Office was different from Fudge, a fool. "Hogwarts is the pure land in the hearts of all wizards who graduated from here, and the Ministry of Magic is also doing its best to protect this pure land."

Harry followed silently, unsure why the minister wanted to see him, and said nothing.

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

"What do you want to talk about?"

"About you."

"my business?"

"The entire wizarding world has heard of your name, the savior Harry Potter. You know, stories get distorted when spread by word of mouth. I used to think it was just a rumor, but the mysterious man's reaction proves that it's more than just a rumor."

"I do not understand what you mean."

"If you really have any idea about who you want to deal with..." Scrimgeour paused. "I mean, has Dumbledore ever talked to you about this?"

"We talked about some of it."

"What did Dumbledore tell you?"

"I'm sorry, I promised him a secret. If you're really interested, maybe you can ask the principal in person."

"Oh, of course. If it's a secret, I don't want you to reveal it." Scrimgeour tried his best to sound friendly and relaxed, but his smile was a little forced. "In fact, only a very few people know about the prophecy. It doesn't matter whether you are the savior or not. What matters is that people believe you can bring hope, right?"

"I do not understand what you mean."

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

Harry slowly supported him.

Scrimgeour grasped his hand and looked him in the eye. "Harry, you have faced the Great Evil Who Must Not Be Named many times. You are a symbol of hope in the eyes of many people. People believe that you are the one who has been called upon to fulfill the prophecy and that you will defeat and destroy that great evil. Forgive me for taking the initiative, but I can't help but think that once you realize this, you may feel that you are almost obligated to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic and give everyone confidence."

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

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, I assure you." Scrimgeour showed some joy on his face. "For example, we can meet more often and communicate, and then disclose some news and photos to the Daily Prophet in due course, so that people will be encouraged... Of course, when you are there, you will have many opportunities to chat with Kingsley Shacklebolt, Gadwin Robards, and other Aurors. I heard that you want to become an Auror after graduation, right?"

"Is that all it is, some ineffective false pretense to trick wizards into thinking everything is fine?" Harry's tone was 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 that big evil. If the Ministry of Magic can understand the key information, it will be good for all of us. I can guarantee that everything will go much more smoothly."

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

Facing a child's question, Scrimgeour's face darkened and his tone became a little angry: "I don't expect you to understand. You are only sixteen years old, but the situation has reached the most critical moment. Certain measures are necessary. We are also trying to protect more wizards..."

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

"The Ministry of Magic is the wizarding government!"

"So you just want to maintain the Ministry's rule!"

The two angry faces looked at each other, their eyes seemed to be able to spit fire. Harry tried his best to recall the techniques of brain occupation. He did not hesitate to assume the worst of the minister because he did not look like a fool like Fudge.

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

"Yes, that's right."

……

"What are the criteria for selecting the Minister 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 cannot do it!

"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? Is it shameful to follow Dumbledore's orders?

"Does he think anyone cares about those tiny rights?

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

Late at night in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Harry's cursing went on for a long time. Neville and Ron, two children of Ministry of Magic employees, didn't dare to say a word. Seamus huddled in the quilt with a pair of eyes shining in the dark. This was the highest-level intelligence in the wizarding world!

On another four-poster bed, Loren covered himself with the quilt and reached for the icon on the cover of the book.

Book of Fantasy, start!