A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 600: Arm Support - (1)

Chapter 600: Arm Support (Wishing everyone a happy New Year!)

Clang!

Harry fell onto the cold stone floor, the scar on his forehead burning, with remnants of the previous battle with Headmaster Dumbledore still lingering in his mind.

No, it wasn't him, but Voldemort!

As he adjusted his crooked glasses, he found his desk overturned, exam papers pressed beneath his legs, and the surrounding students looking dazed and frightened. Professor Tofty crossed the crowd, looking at him with concern, a more complex emotion in his eyes that Harry couldn't discern.

"Potter, are you okay?"

"I—fine," Harry gasped, not looking at the wrinkled face or at Hermione, Ron, and Neville trying to squeeze through. He lowered his head, the red glow in his eyes slowly fading.

"Maybe it was just a nightmare. Students have been under a lot of pressure lately," Professor Snape's voice came from outside the crowd.

"Yes, I had a nightmare," Harry said, grateful for an excuse.

"But you said earlier—" Professor Tofty stared at Harry, then turned to look at the students crowding in. He gave up on further questioning. "Alright, Potter, can you continue the exam? Have you finished the paper?"

"I've finished," Harry lied.

He left a few questions blank, didn't check the paper, but in this state, he couldn't concentrate on answering. Moreover, what Professor Snape said in class - "Don't go into battle unprepared; many things are predetermined before the results happen" - explained the current situation well.

Harry thought he already foresaw the consequences: he would fail his History of Magic exam.

"Let me take you to the infirmary," Professor Tofty said.

"I don't need to; I can go—um—get some fresh air on my own."

Harry mumbled, hastily handing the exam paper to Professor Tofty. "Sorry, I'm leaving." With that, he covered his forehead and rushed out. "Harry!" Hermione called from behind, but Harry didn't respond, just kept walking with his head down, only having time to think after leaving the exam room.

He wanted to enter that state again, to see the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort, but now Harry frustratingly realized that his Occlumency was working automatically, shutting off his reception. So, this thought was cut off completely.

Harry angrily hit the alcove with the school hourglass, hurting his hand.

This made him calm down a bit. He wandered aimlessly in the dark hallway for a while, finally passing through the oak doors out of the castle. Stepping on the stairs, the outside sunlight was a bit dazzling, the sky very blue, and the ripples of the Black Lake could be seen in the distance.

Harry squinted, trying to think of a solution.

What should he do?

Tell Professor Snape! Yes, Harry thought, regretting that he hadn't thought of this earlier. With that in mind, he turned back to the castle. At this moment, Hermione and Ron hurriedly ran out of the hall, seeing Harry, they didn't say anything, just pulled him into a nearby broom closet, raised their wands to lock the door, then turned to look at him seriously.

"What's going on? Why are you out here? The exam isn't over yet."

"I've finished," Hermione quickly said, and Ron shrugged. "I wrote everything I could; the rest..." He left a significant pause. Hermione said seriously, "Harry, your scar hurts again, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I saw—"

"Dumbledore, you mentioned Dumbledore, said he was cursed or something, and that he's doomed," Hermione quickly said. "Then you fell to the ground and knocked over the table."

Harry was shocked, "Did I say that out loud?"

Ron nodded with a serious face.

"So, you know why we came out early, right? Before the rumors spread, we need a decent excuse."

"I saw Dumbledore from Voldemort's perspective," Harry said in a somewhat hollow voice. "He's dueling with Voldemort, and it seems like he's at a disadvantage." Hermione and Ron widened their eyes simultaneously.

"Oh, right! I have to find Professor Snape; I have to tell him about this—"

Harry urgently said, not knowing why he delayed so much.

"Wait, Harry," Hermione calmly said, "do you think Professor Snape doesn't know? He was just in the exam hall."

Harry stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Hermione, momentarily not understanding her meaning. After a while, he stammered, "Are you saying Professor Snape knows? This is—"

"Arranged in advance, a duel?"

"Guardian!" Hermione was about to speak, and Ron suddenly spoke up, "Harry, your guardian!"

"What—oh! You mean the information Professor Snape collected from me in the past few days—"

Harry showed a look of realization. Over the past half month, he had reported to the Ancient Runes office after every exam. "Do you think this has something to do with today's duel?"

"I don't know, Harry, but the professor obviously didn't intend for us to participate," Hermione said softly. "There's really nothing we can do." She added.

Harry walked back and forth in the narrow broom closet, kicking the brooms in his way. He was trying to figure out the sequence of events. Firstly, Headmaster Dumbledore might be dueling with Voldemort at this very moment! And Professor Snape seemed to know about it, but he didn't go to help. Why? All signs indicated that he did know something, and the helpless guardians sealed in glass bottles were the evidence.

"Harry, did you say Dumbledore was at a disadvantage?" Hermione asked softly.

"I—I'm not sure," Harry shook his head, trying to recall the brief scene he saw. "I could sense Voldemort's emotions; he was excited and confident, as if he had the victory in the bag. And he mentioned a curse—"

"Isn't that a deception?" Ron said, visibly relieved, "We've seen it with our own eyes."

Harry didn't speak. He found it challenging to describe Voldemort's emotional fluctuations in words. He was too confident, as if he genuinely believed he could kill Dumbledore. So, was he deceived?

"I think Professor Snape stayed because he knew the curse was fake, so he could stay at ease in the school." Ron said calmly. "We can ask the professor to confirm it, but—not now, twenty minutes left until the end of the exam."

"You can still see their duel now?" Hermione picked up on the key point.

"No, the Occlumency is blocking it."

This was truly a bad thing.

Hermione and Ron exchanged glances. Ron pretended to be relaxed, "It's okay, Harry. We should trust Dumbledore. Think about the previous two battles; he hasn't lost to the mysterious person yet! He's the most powerful white wizard... Oh, by the way, Harry, I think you may not realize it, but the O.W.Ls exams are over."

"Over?" Harry repeated blankly, his mind still not catching up.

"Yeah, after a whole year of busyness, we finally get rid of exams. And we get to leave half an hour earlier than the students of this year," Ron grinned, "They're still in the exam hall. Nice."

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"This is definitely something to boast about for a lifetime!"

...

"It's not here either."

Felix emerged from the dripping cave, behind him, a fierce fire burned in the damp and dim air, emitting a hoarse voice of a woman. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Another shattered soul fragment, so Voldemort only taught that woman how to split the soul, not how to create a Horcrux? Did Voldemort deceive her?"

Felix unfolded a map with dozens of dots representing members of the Phoenix Society. They were divided into seven groups, and the ink dots representing their names continuously jumped on the parchment. There were still large blank spaces on the map, but some important locations were marked:

Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Godric's Hollow, Witches' Town, Five Feather Street, Zombie Lane, Comgari Valley, Wu's Orphanage Site, communities in London and various counties in the UK...

Any place related to the magical world was condensed onto this map.

Would Voldemort hide his Horcrux and Bellatrix abroad?

After discussing with Dumbledore, Felix thought it was unlikely. Even without considering Voldemort's obsessive desire for control over the British magical world, there were more practical factors at play: distance didn't matter much for wizards.

If it could be found hidden in the UK, hiding in a corner of the world wouldn't last much longer.

Most of the time, it was just a magical matter.

Moreover...

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