Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)

Chapter 340

They followed the lantern-lit passage back to the camp, and they took out the various magic lamps from the big tent and stacked them into a small mountain.

“Except for those two ‘big guys’, the rest are here.” Clammy said.

Lupin smiled and said, “Felix, your plan still shocks me a bit, I’ve been waiting for today.” Clammy also looked at him expectantly.

Felix shrugged his shoulders and held his wand against his forehead, and a wisp of silver light appeared at the tip of his wand.

“Hiss~”

Felix gritted his teeth and couldn’t help but mutter in a small voice: “The model is so exquisitely made that it’s a bit of a chore to take it out. That feeling is like digging a scoop in your brain …”

Clammy gave him a disgusted look, the professor’s description was too bizarre.

Felix pulled a long strand of silvery memory from his brain, wrapped it into a ball, and grasped it in his hand. Then he stretched out his palm, the air interwoven with gold and silver threads, a hexagonal snowflake-like open-air gallery building slowly formed in his hands, in the center of the snowflake gallery building is an ever-swelling palm-sized vortex, Felix waved his wand with the other hand, as magic lamps have sprung into the vortex, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Under the eyes of the two, the six or seven-foot snowflake-shaped crystal clear building gently floated up and flew into midair, constantly expanding and enlarging until it occupied a small half of the camp, then Felix wand vertically pointed downward, the snowflake building dropped sharply, Clammy shrieked, and the next second, she found herself in a gorgeous gallery.

In the gallery, a magic lamp of different shapes appeared.

Then Felix applied floating magic on himself, and he floated up to a height of 30 or 40 feet, he looked like a huge kite in the dark, floating as his dress swaying in the wind.

He looked down from above, his wand pointed, and corners of the snowflake gallery extended outward, all the way connecting to the road back to the stadium.

Felix dropped from midair, “Well, almost, let’s take some time to adjust-”

“Professor Hap, what kind of magic is that?!” Clammy asked from an aisle railing.

“Well, how about calling it the Thinking Room… of Requirements …?”

“Thinking Room of Requirements.” Clammy mulled over the name, it sounded odd, but as her palm passed through the gallery pillars in the long hallway, it made some sense to her.

…

The Weasleys, Harry, Sirius, and Hermione were swept along by a tidal wave of people crowding in and out, only when they left the stadium they relaxed, discussing the results of the game as they went along.

Above their heads, Leprechauns kept flying by, carrying a small golden or green light in their hands, crunching and laughing in midair.

” Irish seeker was awesome, no, each one of them was brilliant and worked together seamlessly. While Bulgaria only have one absolutely great player – Krum, and they have problems with their coordination – a BIG problem.” Charlie commented.

“Their personality is not good either, look at the number of fouls they made.” Ron said.

“Ron,” Charlie said, “Reasonable fouls can disrupt the opponent’s rhythm, especially when the opposite team is on top of their game.”

Mr. Weasley disagreed with him, “Charlie, I think – the game should be clean, any elbows and small tricks shouldn’t be allowed, and once they happen the referee should blow the whistle …”

“Dad, you’re also saying only about blowing the whistle, not sending the player off. In order to win the game, I remember there were also people casting vicious hexes, I experienced a lot of them when I was in school.”

Mr. Weasley and Charlie argued, finally Charlie said helplessly, “I also want the game to be completely clean, but this kind of thing simply can not be eliminated.”

Hermione yawned widely, and Mr. Weasley, noticing her state, said gently, “Back to the camp, we can have a cup of cocoa milk which will help us sleep … trust me, it’s going to be a noisy night.”

Ginny is sleepy and can’t keep her eyes open, so she tugged on Hermione’s sleeve and walked forward, “Are they still planning to have a campfire?”

“Ha! It’s not out of the question.” Mr. Weasley said, “This tournament ended too early to be very enjoyable. Mind you, most people actually come prepared and ready to stick around for three-five days … Wait and see, it won’t die down for the night.”

They noticed that the noise in front of them had disappeared, and it had been replaced by a gasp, “Look over there!” Hermione’s eyes widened.

From the road leading to the camp, an open Ice-crystal-clear gallery had somehow popped out and expanded towards them, with various lights shining on them, illuminating the delicate patterns and designs.

“What is that?” Ginny is no longer sleepy anymore, she’s tiptoeing to see it more clearly.

“I don’t know …” Mr. Weasley looked confused, “is it a program prepared by the Ministry?”

They walked closer and found that the gallery building is actually an illusion, a small mischievous child constantly passing to and fro on either side of the building, giggling and laughing, and another little boy hiding behind the gallery pillar in the corridor, thinking his family would not find him.

His parents looked at the little guy with a helpless face and could only cooperate by looking around for him, “Little Leo, where are you hiding?”

The boy covered his mouth and his eyes curled into a crescent moon.

“Obviously, it has something to do with Professor Hap.” The Weasley twins pointed to the magic lamp hanging in the hallway, “It’s a product only available at Future World, let me show you-”

He reached out and pulled it out, his fingertips passing through a palm-sized lion-shaped magic lamp. “Huh?” Is this also an illusion? But then, they realized it is some sort of mini-game, as a line of golden text appeared in the air, Anagram.

‘Which letter is an animal?’

“Oh, that’s so easy.” Fred muttered, “It’s the letter B, for a bee.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the magic lamp in the shape of a lion made a clicking sound, as if the melon had ripened and fallen off the bright green vine, floating and landing in his hand.

The little lion opened its eyes, then nudged its nose with its paws and a pair of small wings poked out from its back, which fluttered as it flew up and circled around Fred, “Ow~” it yelped milkily and opened its mouth to spit out a white ball of light.

The ball of light projected down a castle’s shadow, along with a small line of words, ‘Future World – Headquartered in Diagon Alley, England’, the shadow flickered for a few seconds and disappeared, leaving only a milky white ball of light, emitting a bright light.

“Wow,” Fred said with admiration, “looks like those guys have added a new feature.”

“Is that Mr. Hap’s ‘Future World’ company?” Mr. Weasley asked with interest, he had heard the Weasley brothers chattering constantly about it at the dinner table these days and had learned a lot about the company.

“That’s right.” Fred said.

Mr. Weasley winked, “So, girls and boys, are you still sleepy now?”

“Oh, Dad, lets’ at least get a little magic lamp for ourselves!” Ron shouted, his words drawing a chorus of agreement, and it looked obvious that the Anagram wasn’t too hard, and everyone had hope.

Inside the ‘Future World’ tent, Felix held a small model of a gallery in his hand, a silver glint in his eyes, he seemed to hear their words, the corners of his mouth curled into a teasing smile.

The Weasleys searched for the riddle of the lamp, Ron even issued a bold statement: “I will guess ten!” But soon they realized the problem, only the first riddle was relatively simple, and on the second attempt, the difficulty increased abruptly.

Hermione holding a small pocket lion magic lamp, standing in front of an owl-sized dragon magic lamp, it is enthusiastically floating around spitting out ‘light’, with seven or eight people crowding around to watch it.

Harry came over, Hermione’s anagram is a logical reasoning issue, more than ten names circled around his head, after reading carefully twice, he still failed to understand the meaning of the topic.

“Do you know the answer?” He asked the pondering Hermione.

“Oh, don’t bother me, I’m almost there.” Hermione said, her wand kept gesticulating, leaving strange symbols in midair, that should be Latin letters? Harry thought as he walked through the crowd, he came face to face with Mr. Barty Crouch.

“Hello, Potter.”

“Hello, Mr. Crouch.” Harry said stiffly, Crouch had just had fought with Sirius this afternoon.

There is an odd light in Barty Crouch’s eyes as if he is surveying a treasure, “Come with me Harry, I need to talk to you.”

“What?” Harry asked, startled.

“About Sirius Black, a lawsuit has been filed against him for attacking a wizard in Knockturn Alley while he was on the run.” Crouch said coldly.

“But the Ministry of Magic has already testified about it! That Sirius is innocent!” Harry said in exasperation.

“That’s if no one pursues it.” Crouch said impatiently, reaching out his hand-

“Let go of Harry!”

A furious shout rang out as Sirius came from behind and pushed Barty Crouch away, drawing his wand as he pointed it at him, “What are you trying to do to Harry, Old man!”

Their confrontation drew the attention of a group of foreign fans, and Crouch nodded at the two men beside him, and they left without looking back.

“What’s going on?” Sirius asked.

“Not sure, he said someone suing you and told me to go with him.” Harry said.

“How can- how can that be!” Sirius said incredulously, “I’ll go ask him about it!”

“Don’t go,” Harry pulled Sirius back, “Don’t go, Sirius, he’s a high ranking official in the Ministry of Magic-”

“I’m not afraid of him, let go, Harry!” Sirius said irritably.

“Sirius, I don’t want to lose you too….” Harry said while biting his lips.

Sirius lost all his strength at once, his fingers trembled, “Okay, let’s go back to the tent, you and I will talk it over, there’s definitely something wrong with that Barty Crouch!”

Harry saw that he had persuaded Sirius, so he said with a look of agreement: “I think so too, I have a guess …”

…

Fudge looked at the sudden appearance of the gallery building in front of him and couldn’t help but ask the staff next to him, “Whose idea is this, why don’t I know?”

A staff member of the Ministry of Magic said, “It’s the ‘Future World’ company, they applied for a light show before, and we approved it, just, just …” He looked at the huge building, said hesitantly, “We didn’t expect such a big show.”

“Felix Hap’s company?” Fudge asked. He did not mention the issue of secrecy, this afternoon 100,000 people made a lot more noise than right now, and it is still late-night, the middle of nowhere, nothing risky.

The only Muggle family living nearby should be asleep, and even if they weren’t, the Ministry of Magic staff would let them sleep.

He was more concerned about whose company this is.

The staff member nodded.

“So when did he start to make this, it wasn’t there when we watched the game.” He stretched out his stubby fingers and made a big circle in the air, encompassing the building in his line of sight.

The staff said, “I asked the colleague who stayed behind, he said–” he suddenly became stammering: “He said it appeared out of nowhere when he was on duty, the building fell from the sky in one …”

Fudge did not say anything, looked for a while, then he waved his hand, “You guys leave me alone, I’ll walk by myself.” He walked straight an ahead and soon found fans guessing various riddles, then some hidden corners would suddenly burst open, often a bag of candies with the name of the future world company, or various small souvenirs with their brand will pop out and among them, the most attention-grabbing thing is something called “animation”.

It can be seen, as long as the number of children gathered together to a certain level, the gallery will project a screen, like a series of comic panels connected, and its appeal to children is more than a comic book, the plot is consistent and entertaining, even he could not help but watch for six or seven minutes until the end of the animation.

At the end of the animation was a string of small words, “This product is under development and will be available within three to five years, so stay tuned.” This was followed by the company name and address.

Fudge walked forward with mixed feelings and finally reached the end of the corridor – there is a hexagonal open space, and he realized that the place he came from was only one of the corners that extended out, and there were five other similar corridors.

Crowds of people coming and going from different long corridors gathered together, talking and laughing while holding various small magic lamps in their hands.

“Brother Juria, can we see Mr. Hap?” asked a lively voice, a young witch with long bright blonde hair.

The young wizard called ‘Brother Juria’ smiled and said, “I’m not sure about that, but I’m sure we’ll see him at Hogwarts this year. Bethany, where is your brother?”

The young witch sighed, “Byers stuck with the anagram, he insisted on getting the second magic lamp, and didn’t think about how it would be so easy to get the second one when there are 100,000 people here, and they can’t even manage to get one in their hands.”

Juria smiled and said, “I do expect him to succeed, so I can exchange my magic lamp with his thunderbird one with him.”

Bethany pointed to the open space, and a huge dragon appeared out of nowhere. It looked like a black Hungarian Horntail, with a hideous appearance, seventy feet tall, and a commotion broke out among the crowd.

A young witch stood directly above the dragon. Clammy waved her wand excitedly, making the Hungarian Horntail move, and it glowed all over, which is why people did not flee immediately, recognizing it as a fake, supposedly a giant magic lamp.

The dragon flapped its wings and flew up from the ground, soaring low in the sky. People in different locations of the camp looked up in unison, and the dragon looked like a large light bulb, blooming with a milky white light.

“Welcome to the magic lamp exhibition hosted by Future World.” Clammy Vera announced.

The Hungarian Horntail spewed a fan-shaped cloud of light up into the sky, like a brilliant fireworks display, and the crowd applauded.

“That’s an adult dragon?” Outside the tent, Harry asked with his jaw dropped; it wasn’t that he hadn’t seen a dragon before; he’d seen the Norbert that Hagrid had raised in the first year and brought it to the Astronomy Tower with Ron and Hermione for Charlie and his friend to take it away with them.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, “When you meet one, you must hide from it.”

“How dangerous are they? I know Charlie raises dragons in Romania.” Harry asked.

“Dangerous?” Sirius seriously warned him again: “They can stomp you to death with a foot without being affected by your spell, or spit fire to burn you to death and only ash will remain. Remember that their flames are magical flames. Do not try to challenge them without sufficient knowledge and professional training.”

“Does the spells are not effective against them?” Harry opened his mouth wide.

“How can I put it? If your spell shot on the scales, most likely it’s useless, even if it’s the surface of the hide, you have to look at the right spot and continuously cast your spell towards that one spot, but of course, you can also deceive it … for example, attack the weak point. Most will aim its eyes with some kind of sense removing spells, but you will need enough luck.”

Next, they saw the show of the dragon. Soon a second dragon emerged out, a slightly smaller one, a Peruvian Vipertooth with brass-coloured scales and a bulging black spine.

The two dragons fought, biting each other, circling, and hovering in the air. Then a variety of magical creatures appeared, the phoenix, chimaera, unicorn, flower fairy, erumpent horn, hippogriff, occamy one by one appeared, but people didn’t realize that these creatures that appeared later were actually constructed illusions.

Future world tent.

Felix holed up inside, constantly manipulating the unique show, Lupin sat on the side, as he asked with some curiosity: “Why you did not show up at the scene, instead you made Vera present the products?”

Felix rolled his eyes, “I signed a non-disclosure agreement, I can’t reveal the items of the competition, it’s not good to let people associate the dragon with me, and I also have to control the scene.”

He snapped his fingers, then in the “magic sandbox” in his mind, five or six Mooncalves appeared quietly.

Lupin choked by his reply, “The magic lamps in the shape of dragons have been sold a lot, you pretend that you have nothing to do with them?”

Felix explained in a serious manner, “I just agreed with a magic lamp shape that you designed.”

The show went on for two hours, longer than the finals of the Quidditch World Cup, and finally, Felix got a little tired and informed Vera as she declared the show was over, and the roaming magical creatures and the snowflake-shaped gallery that took up a small part of the camp disappeared a bit by bit like a breaking snowflake.

Clammy and Eric returned with a run, unable to hide their excitement.

“Professor, Eric’s flyers were sent out, and we prepared five thousand pieces of magic lamps for sale, it was completely insufficient, and many people could only book it in advance.”

“Well, it looks like the company is not short of orders.” Felix said, “Remember to include a pamphlet of the company’s products when you ship them, and some products that are still under development can be put on them, it’s also a kind of publicity.”

Clammy said with a sigh, “I can imagine how busy it will be then.”

“You’ve decided to stay, Vera?”

“Of course.” Clammy smiled and said, “I’m kind of looking forward to what the company will look like in five or ten years.”

…

As the light show ended, the camp quieted down, with a few scattered groups of celebrants singing gruffly and occasionally getting into a little scuffle with people, but it was really nothing for a camp of 100,000 people. The staff of the Ministry of Magic were able to solve it quickly.

At three or four o’clock, a riot broke out.

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