days at Hogwarts

Chapter 693 The Spring-like Spider
The March breeze blew across the lake, creating ripples. The giant squid floated slowly on the water, its round black eyes gazing at the shore, flashing with human-like joy, as if it found those little wizards very interesting.

In the open space where they were practicing Apparition, the students closed their eyes tightly, frowned, and after thinking for more than ten seconds, they suddenly turned around, staggering and losing their balance, almost falling down.

The failed students were not discouraged. After standing firm, they secretly glanced at Gryffindor. Seamus Finnigan, who had barely succeeded in the last class, was sweating anxiously. He really did not expect that the venue was changed from the auditorium to the open space by the lake, and the stone floor was replaced by fallen leaves and soil. When he closed his eyes, he no longer had the feeling of last time.

He spun around a few times with too much force, but there was no sign of Apparition, and his head was dizzy, and the gazes from all around made his face feel hot.

The professors stood not far from the old wooden circle, looking at the group of students with a smile, keeping an eye out for any splitting incidents that might occur at any time.

Professor Bagshot, who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, had no teaching duties. He came here to watch today. Seeing the students' distressed faces, he shook his head:

"Even if you know a more effective way to practice, you still need enough practice to master Apparition. Seamus Finnigan was just favored by the goddess of luck last time."

The short Professor Flitwick had a nostalgic look on his face, as if he was thinking back to the days when he practiced magic by the Black Lake during his student days. He said in a gentle voice, "They are still students who haven't graduated yet. Apparition is one of the most complicated magics you come into contact with during your student days. The venue, mentality, and luck... all the tiny factors will have an impact."

Grindelwald nodded, his eyes following the swaying leaves and falling on the two people under the beech tree over there. He couldn't help but think of the flame that suddenly appeared in the classroom that day.

As a teaching trainee sent by the Ministry of Magic, Wilky Texor could be considered the wizard who was best at Apparition. His pale, transparent, slender and fragile appearance not only represented weakness, but also the ability to move across continents and release things at a swift speed...

Many old scholars in the magic world believe that this appearance is a symbol of deep research in space magic and a mysterious symbol of apparition.

And such an authoritative person is now humbly seeking advice from a student who has not yet graduated.

If I take a picture of it, I'm sure it will fetch a lot of Galleons from the Daily Prophet.

Grindelwald smiled and shook his head to get rid of these absurd thoughts.

After staying with Albus for too long, his thoughts were distracted.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound nearby. Someone from Gryffindor successfully Apparated again. The students and professors who were practicing immediately came forward.

Under the beech tree, Loren and Tekros turned around when they heard the sound. They were not surprised to see that the person being watched was Harry. They looked away and continued their conversation.

"After returning last week, I discussed with several colleagues from the Transportation Department and planned to compile a comprehensive popular science book on Apparition."

"Official textbook?"

"Maybe so."

Loren raised his eyebrows: "According to the current situation, your Transportation Department, or the entire Ministry of Magic, is very busy. Do you have the time to compile textbooks?"

Tycross smiled and said, "Not all the staff in the Ministry of Magic are Aurors, and not all employees need to prepare for war. Besides, compiling textbooks is a long-term thing. No matter which side wins the war, even if the Ministry of Magic no longer exists, the textbooks will be passed down. If our group of people no longer exist, these materials can also serve as references to help wizards who want to compile books in the future."

"There are people in the Ministry of Magic who do real work."

"..."

Tycross was silent for a moment, then continued, "The practice methods and underlying principle analysis you proposed will be included in the book. The Ministry of Magic will not plagiarize your work, and the textbook author will add your name."

"Uh……"

"It may take a long time. We edit books slowly. If everything goes well, it will take a few years. If affected by the war, it may take more than ten years. If our group of people sacrifice, it will take decades." "Is that so..."

……

Late March, Gryffindor common room.

Loren held a cup of honey tea and sat leisurely by the window. The faint golden sunlight poured in, casting brilliant spots of light.

Throughout the month of March, Hogwarts was shrouded in spring sunshine. The open space by the lake had become an exclusive venue for practicing Apparition. The teaching courses were already halfway through, and more and more students had successfully performed Apparition and experienced the unique feeling of spatial displacement.

The feeling was previously described as being like the squeezing of a rubber hose, but later on someone spread the word that it was like myrtle flushing down the toilet pipe into the Black Lake.

The disgusting and wonderful metaphor spread quickly.

Loren took a sip of honey tea and saw from afar that today's practice had ended and the students by the lake were gradually disbanding. According to the rules on the notice board, the next two weeks were the Easter holiday, and the Apparition teaching course was temporarily postponed.

Judging from the time, Hermione should have returned from Professor Bubbage. She didn't know what the professor said to her, but after the last article was published, she made up her mind to work in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures after graduation. And since last week, she has been persuading him to work in the Department of Magical Transportation after graduation.

They said that the two of them could be colleagues and go to get off work together.

strange.

Loren was thinking about his leisurely life after graduation as he watched a familiar snowy owl appear in the sky, flapping its wings and getting closer.

Hedwig flew in through the window, landed on the table, and placed the note in her mouth in front of him. Loren grabbed a few nuts and fed them to her. As he unfolded the note, he saw the scribbled words on it and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Whose letter?"

A brisk voice sounded beside him, and while he was stunned, Hermione had returned.

"Hagrid's."

"Hagrid?"

"Aragog is dead, and he invited us to his funeral..."

Loren handed over the note and silently mourned for Aragog in his heart for a few seconds.

Aragog's death was not sudden. There were signs of it last semester. He was so sick that he could not move. Hagrid specially raised a bucket of giant maggots called Giant Grubs to nourish its body, and he often went to the nest to tell it stories.

Unfortunately, that spider as spring breeze has passed away.

When he was in a daze just now, Loren flipped through those distant memories. Aragog could have survived the summer, but now he died a few months earlier. It should be because of his influence.

Although Aragog was brutal and cruel during his lifetime and had never done anything good in his life, now that the spider is dead, he still feels a little guilty in his heart.

Loren and Hermione discussed it and decided to accept the invitation to attend the funeral.

(End of this chapter)