A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 258 Blake's Sudden Attack

When Hagrid uttered the name, the air fell silent for a moment—

"Who is that?" Harry asked blankly. He looked at Ron, who had an innocent look on his face; then he looked at Hermione, who was racking her brains to remember the books she had read.

Finally, they all looked at Hagrid, who said somewhat awkwardly, "You should have known, but I changed your textbooks—only third grade textbooks, I wanted to try something..." He spoke the last sentence very softly.

Harry and the others still didn't understand, so Hagrid had to continue explaining, his face turning red at a visible speed, even his full beard couldn't hide it: "Mr. Scamander wrote 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them,' which was the textbook at Hogwarts before I took over the Conservation of Magical Creatures class."

Now the three understood. No wonder they didn't know, because Hagrid had changed the textbooks this year, and it just so happened that only the third grade had changed them.

Harry couldn't help but think: perhaps the animals in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" weren't "interesting" enough, which is why Hagrid had the idea of ​​replacing it with "The Monster Book of Monsters".

They wrote the letter in Hagrid's hut and were about to go to Owlshaw to have Hedwig mail it. As they passed the Whomping Willow, Harry suddenly heard a sinister whistling sound behind him. He instinctively looked down, turned around, drew his wand, and glanced up, just in time to see the silhouette of a large, black dog leaping high into the air.

Harry's eyes widened in horror—it was a death knell! He could even see the big black dog's light-colored eyes and inch-long teeth. Before he could react, it had already flown over him, turned and pounced on Ron, dragging him deeper into the Forbidden Forest with its massive mouth.

"Disarm you!"

The intensive summer training and the recent dueling study group proved effective, as Harry directly used his most proficient magic.

……

The office of the Ravenclaw Dean.

Felix picked up a piece of peanut brittle and watched Professor Flitwick struggle to cast a spell. His wand was held at an angle, and his left hand assisted in the spellcasting. Blue magic was constantly shaping, trying to condense into a spherical structure.

Even after Felix finished the seventh peanut brittle, the magic still hadn't taken shape, and he had to stop, choking on it.

"Still no good—" Flitwick sighed, waving his hand to dissipate the magic. "My understanding of the Scaling Charm is still based on modern magic."

"So how did you master those ancient spells?"

"It takes time to accumulate knowledge. It took me three years to master a defensive spell." Flitwick shook his head. "Actually, I learned it more out of interest than out of envy for its power."

"But I don't think simplified magic is inferior to ancient magic, especially when I have mastered more than a thousand spells."

"one thousand?"

Felix clicked his tongue in amazement. He had mastered quite a few spells, but he was no match for the old professor. And that was the number of spells Flitwick had mastered at a certain time; it was hard to say how many he had now.

"Is the spell the magic runes of Philius?" He tried to understand the professor's line of thought.

Flitwick waved his wand, and the floor rose into steps. He stepped onto the small steps and sat down in the chair opposite Felix. "Many of the spells I know are everyday magic, but in fact, a spell is a spell. Each one reveals a secret of magic, however small."

Felix pondered those words. "Felius, my recent magical theories haven't progressed much. Could this be a contributing factor?"

"Progress?" Flitwick asked in surprise. "Can you accurately judge whether you've made progress? I think most people improve without even realizing it... Before that, every spell cast and every learning session can potentially provide additional assistance."

Felix blinked. "It's like a sudden realization, as if all the knowledge I had in the past suddenly came together."

Flitwick chuckled and said, "This kind of state is rare and hard to come by. I remember when I was thirty, I was always frustrated that I had learned so many spells but couldn't use them, even though I really loved spells. Until one morning I woke up and my understanding of magic suddenly reached a new level, and since then I have never doubted my choice."

Felix could only think of one word: a natural progression.

Having witnessed Ravenclaw's memory magic, Slytherin's bloodline research, and Dumbledore's transfiguration, he also learned about Flitwick's path of magic. He couldn't help but wonder: perhaps every professor at Hogwarts walks the path of magic to some extent?

In his view, the so-called magical path is simply a perspective on the world, or to put it more bluntly, a tool for understanding magic.

Flitwick used spells to observe and understand the structure of the entire magical edifice, while Felix used runes to accomplish this. Felix envisioned replacing all spells with runes if possible.

Although there's absolutely no hope in sight right now~

Felix wanted to know Flitwick's opinion on the spell, but just then, a silver cat suddenly appeared in the office, speaking in Professor McGonagall's anxious voice: "Felix, come to the hospital immediately! It's suspected that Sirius Black attacked Harry Potter."

Felix and Flitwick exchanged a surprised glance. They rushed to the school hospital. On the way, Felix couldn't help but wonder, "Could this be fake news?"

To solve Harry's safety problem, he deliberately took Harry's spyglass and re-enchanted it so that whenever the spyglass detected Sirius Black's whereabouts, he would receive a simultaneous alert.

But the current situation is that he has not received any feedback from the endoscope.

At the university hospital, Professor McGonagall paced back and forth at the entrance, her hands clasped together. "Oh, you've come." As they approached, they saw Dumbledore speaking solemnly with Madam Pomfrey.

Dumbledore insisted, "Poppy, I need five minutes. It's important." Madam Pomfrey relented.

He saw Flitwick and Felix and said in a deep voice, "Let's go in together."

In the hospital room, Ron lay on the bed with one leg in a sling and bandaged. Harry and Hermione sat beside him.

Upon seeing the professors enter, they began to chatter excitedly.

"Headmaster, it's Blake, he's that big black dog—"

"It can transform into a human—no, into an animal!"

"Professor, he... he's an Animagus!"

The ward fell silent. Dumbledore said softly, "Animagus? You mean Sirius Black, and not someone else?"

"It's him! I'm absolutely sure I'm not mistaken. Ron and Hermione saw him too, didn't they?" Harry turned to seek support.

"That's right!"

"That's true."

(End of this chapter)