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

Chapter 400

Felix looked around and didn’t notice any sign of Moody.

Indeed, this environment is not suitable for him to appear, otherwise, he will turn every single little wizard within sight into a corresponding house creature simply because of blowing up a firecracker near him.

Well … for a moment he imagined a scene where the little lions, snakes, badgers, and eagles were wildly darting around the great hall, and the house elves rushed over carrying a food basket to carry them away one by one …

“Haha, cute and comical!”

“Are you talking about the dog? Very comical indeed …”

Snape’s eyes glinted with malice, so Felix looked over along his line of sight and to his surprise he saw a large black dog sneaking around somehow, taking a cutlet from the table and lying in the corner staring at Harry.

Upon noticing their gaze, the big black dog waved its paws humanely, with gravy dripping from the corner of its mouth.

“He does have a knack for being a dog, I didn’t know Azkaban offered such training …,” Snape said slowly.

…

This celebration continued till the evening, and dinner was omitted. As people came and left the great hall, it made the kitchen elves burnt out.

Gryffindor common room entrance.

Harry yawned as he returned, the portrait of the fat lady’s friend, Violet asked with interest: “I heard you snatched the dragon’s egg?”

As she spoke, she stared unblinkingly at Harry, who carried a shiny golden egg under his arm.

“Yeah … Nonsense.” Harry muttered.

“No it isn’t!” Violet said angrily.

“He’s telling the password … password is Nonsense.” The fat lady said, pushing her friend out of the picture frame and turning her body forward to reveal the entrance to the common room.

There weren’t many people inside, and Harry strolled to the dormitory, which was empty. He casually put the golden egg on the bed and slumped on the pillow to drowse. The afternoon’s events still seemed to be fresh in his mind, and he was obviously very worried during the day, only he did not show it before. But when it was over, he felt that the dragon is no big deal.

He thought of what Hagrid had said and pulled out that Hungarian Horntail magic lamp from the pocket of his robe, and gently squeezed it, then the little dragon began to flap its wings and spit out a soft light while baring its fangs and claws.

It does kind of look cute… Like Hagrid said …

He casually picked up the hourglass on the bedside table, which the Niffler Valen that Professor Hap has been keeping traded with him, which he casually placed on the table with a stack of rune cards before. But one day Crookshanks slipped in and scattered the cards along with the hourglass. At that time, he gathered the cards as he stepped on them during bedtime, only to discover that the hourglass had also fallen on the floor.

Then he was worried that the hourglass might have been broken as he picked it out from the floor, and to his surprise, it was very sturdy and intact.

As he’s reminisced, Hermione poked her head through the door, “Harry, are you there?”

“In–”

“Let’s study the golden egg.”

Harry then sprang out of bed and made his way to the common room.

“Where’s Ron?” Hermione asked casually while staring unblinkingly at the golden egg.

“He’s not back yet, he should be with the underclassmen … you know, he’s been pretty stressed out lately.” Harry said.

They moved closer and debated whether to open it or not.

In the great hall, Roger Davies had opened the golden egg in public to see what was inside, only to discover that the golden egg was empty inside, and then an extremely horrible, shrill, piercing scream sounded from within, more terrifying than the sound of a ghost band playing with a vertical saw, and the hysterical screams of Myrtle, which when Harry heard it, his heart almost stopped.

After that, Lee Jordan and the twins, who had been interested in the golden egg, tried to take it, so Harry entrusted it to a large black dog for safekeeping and quietly brought him two grilled sausages along with it.

“Do you raise him?” An ethereal voice asked.

Harry looked back, and it is Luna, with a string of magic lamps floating, and dancing around her in a circle, while a dragon-shaped lamp sprawled on her head.

“Oh, uh … yes.” He stammered.

Sirius cooperated by offering his paw to Harry, who shook his head stiffly twice, “Look … he’ll shake his hand, oh, I mean … it.”

“A lot of people think black dogs are harbingers of doom, and many people have written a book … specifically about it,” Luna said softly as she looked like she was in a trance, “but I don’t think so. He’s a loyal friend.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Harry said.

He wasn’t sure if Luna had noticed something, but she just said hello and left, just like she had appeared out of nowhere.

…

Finally, Hermione probed her hand and pressed her nails along a very inconspicuous ring of a crack in the middle of the golden egg and pried it open.

Immediately, a mournful scream echoed in the common room, which scared Ron who just entered, and made him freeze at the entrance, causing the fat lady to urge him from outside.

Hermione slammed the golden egg shut with force, “No …” she said with disappointment, “It seems everyone’s golden egg is exactly the same.”

“You think so?” Ron heard the second half of the sentence as he sat down next to them.

“I read in the books that in past tournaments, sometimes champions with different rankings got different clues.” Hermione explained briefly, with a pale face, she was frightened by the sound.

It was really a terrible scream …

Ron shrugged and tapped his hand on the golden egg, “If we chant a spell at it … like, Scalzi, Scal …”

“Scarpin’s Revelaspell?”

“Yes, that’s it.” Ron said with an affirmative face.

“That’s to analyse the ingredients of the potion,” Hermione said impassively, and she thought it over again, “It’s not impossible, we just need to think along these lines … maybe we can try to analyse using the alchemy method. ”

“Does any of us know about that?” Ron asked, then looked burningly at Hermione together with Harry.

“Neither do I,” Hermione spread her hands, “but I know Professor Hap does, and well, I suppose we could go and learn.”

“That is so much hassle, right?”

“Not that troublesome, we have three months, if we can uncover the puzzle in a month, there will be enough time to prepare.” Hermione said confidently: “And there is one more skill to learn, alchemy and runes are inseparable, which is like saving time for the future.”

The corners of Harry’s mouth dropped a little, just keeping up with the increasingly difficult Magic Rune Club activities itself challenging, the only good news is that the Magic Rune Club never gives assignments. He glanced at Ron, and their expressions were unsurprisingly identical.

“Then we’ll leave the golden egg to you, Hermione.” Ron said with righteousness.

Hermione’s stern glare directed at him, so he hurriedly changed the subject, as he looked around, and said with a quick jolt, “Oops, Harry, why did you take it out?”

Harry flinched before he realized that Ron was referring to the hourglass, which he had just brought out in the heat of the moment by accident.

“What is this?” Hermione asked, she thought it looked a little familiar.

“I exchanged this hourglass from Valen, but I mentioned it before.” Harry explained.

Hermione snatched the hourglass from Ron’s hand and stared at it thoughtfully, “I’m sure I’ve seen something like it somewhere …”

“Is it an antique?” Ron asked with interest, “Do you even read these kinds of books?” His last question revealed his true thoughts as he asked expectantly, “How much do you think it’s worth?”

Hermione took the hourglass and played with it for a while, occasionally holding it up and shaking it toward the magic lamp above the common room, making a strange sound under her breath.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, but they knew better than to interrupt her at this time, because she had entered into a frenzied research state.

“I can remember!” Hermione said, her eyes seemed to sparkle, “I know where I’ve seen this hourglass before, it’s not from a book, I went into a misconception … it’s Egypt!”

“Egypt?” The two men asked in unison.

“That’s right, Egypt,” she suddenly smiled like a greedy fox, joyfully: “No wonder Professor Hap wanted to give Valen a lesson, so she has a past criminal record.”

“What exactly is it, Hermione, please spare me the drama.” Ron said eagerly.

“This hourglass belongs to a money-grubbing Gringotts goblin,” Hermione held her breath and murmured, “No, I should say it belongs to an Evil Ancient Greek Dark Wizard, Herpo the Foul!”

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