A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Chapter 403 The Invincible Andros

"Hierbo?!"

Ron let out a short scream, and the people in the lounge looked in their direction immediately, and he hurriedly lowered his head, his nose almost on the tabletop, and beckoned to Harry and Hermione.

The two approached, Ron's eyes kept rolling, and he asked in a low voice, "Is... that Haierbo? The creator of the Horcrux?"

"That's right," Hermione said.

Ron hurriedly looked at the gray hourglass. Harry had wiped the dust on its surface before, but it still looked old, and he said in a trembling voice: "Do you think...is there something hidden in it? A part of Haierbo?"

"You mean Horcrux?" Harry asked nervously, looking at the hourglass, which was in Hermione's hand.

"Won't!"

Hermione said bluntly, "Professor Hepp checked before..."

She raised her head, sat up straight, and recounted what happened in the Egyptian pyramids, focusing on the statue and altar of Haierbo, and how the statue had decayed.

"It's hard to understand...you wait a minute!"

She ran back to the girls' dormitory, and soon brought back a shallow wooden tray made of chestnut wood. Both Harry and Ron understood her idea - to use the memory disk to recreate the scene at that time.

So they sat together, watching the silver sand in the memory disk like rain, the dark and gloomy pyramid darkroom reappeared during the summer vacation, the long and narrow corridors full of curses, the basilisk corpses isolated like time forgotten, and the hurried A glimpse of the rapidly fading statue.

All they saw was Hermione's point of view. She was one step behind Felix, and when he took a breath, the statue completely cracked, and then turned into fine dust and disappeared.

Harry and Ron watched this scene in shock, and no amount of refined language could fully describe this scene.

"Wait a minute," Hermione said, staring intently at the memory disk. "The reliefs on the side walls of the altar are inlaid with gems and small objects, which are antiques by today's eyes... Look!"

Harry and Ron got closer, and with the help of Hermione's memory, they saw that the altar was spinning, revealing the different shapes of wizards carved into the side walls.

"Where? All I saw was gems!" Ron was about to stick his nose up.

"Don't stare at the gems, these wizard reliefs are the point, everything in their hands is inlaid." Hermione stretched out her fingers and pointed one by one: "The gems are all on the side, and from their location, they are pure decoration. Oh, of course, with Haierbo's cunning, it's not impossible to contain the curse, but it's definitely gone now."

Harry looked closely and found that these wizard reliefs were holding various small objects, small bottles, feathers, small sticks (maybe wands?) and... a gray hourglass.

"There is an hourglass, exactly the same!" said Ron in surprise. "You have a good memory, Hermione."

Hermione snorted proudly: "At first I thought it was the hourglass on the time changer, you know I used to hold it for a year... But I quickly realized that they were different, although they were about the same size, but the time The converter is a gold chronograph with an hourglass rounded at both ends, while Harry's is flat and can stand on a table."

"How do we know... we haven't seen each other," Ron muttered softly.

He picked up the hourglass with great interest, stood it on the table and looked at it carefully. Through the gray, glass-like translucent container, he could vaguely see some dark golden lumps inside. They were piled together and completely lost liquidity.

"Are you really sure there's no magic left on it?"

Hermione hesitated: "It's certain, at least it's not a Horcrux, or a curse. Professor Hepp's magical perspective can see traces of magic."

"It's really convenient." Ron said, but obviously he cares more about the conclusion given by an authoritative person, and after the goal is achieved, he is not interested in further understanding. He picked up the hourglass and shook it vigorously, the dark golden substance inside seemed to stick to the inner container, motionless.

"Oh, it looks like whatever it used to be, but it's just a very common thing now, I know some shops in Diagon Alley will take this kind of stuff, you know, old thing... are you going to sell it, Harry?"

Harry shook his head. "It looks kind of monumental, doesn't it? At least remind me that Horcruxes decay, too," he said with a grin, "If I had the chance to meet Voldemort, I would Tell him that immortality he wants is just a pipe dream."

...

The next day, on November 25th, there was still a whole month before Christmas, but the little wizards found that the temperature had plummeted, a thick layer of light blue frost had formed on the windows of the castle, and the sky was overcast. There seems to be a storm brewing.

"It's really a shame to take the protection of magical animals class at this time!"

On the way to the ancient Rune classroom, Harry and the others heard a fifth-grade girl complaining to her companions. Ron giggled, "Hagrid's blow-tails will keep them warm."

Harry couldn't help grinning.

In the ancient Rune classroom, Professor Hepu was flipping through a piece of "The Daily Prophet". Students kept coming to say hello, and he nodded in response. He stood up from the chair by the side of the podium when everyone came, and the hem of his wool coat brushed the armrest of the seat.

"It's good to see that we haven't lost one or two people in the class, especially at the end of the first project of the Tournament." Felix brushed the newspaper in his hand, "It mentioned Hogwarts at the same time. Taking first and second place, the Minister of Magic spoke highly of the educational achievements of Hogwarts under the leadership of Headmaster Dumbledore. Of course... In my opinion, Gus from the Wizarding Examinations Professor Erda Marchban's point of view is sharper and more enlightening, you can take a look if you are interested."

"Okay, let's start today's lesson."

Felix asked in class: "Has anyone heard of the man 'The Invincible Andros'?"

Hermione was the first to raise her hand, which was not surprising, but Ron raised his hand as well. Harry stared at him in disbelief, and it seemed that Ron himself was a little lost, and he shrank his neck and tried to put his hands down.

"Mr. Weasley?" Felix asked.

"Uh, the invincible Andros..." Ron stood up and said not very confidently: "I saw it from the introduction of the Chocolate Frog Cards - I collected them, and now it's almost two full - —He is an ancient Greek wizard, known for his powerful spells, capable of unleashing giant-sized patron saints... His dueling skills are also very strong, and many people can't hold up one of his spells..."

He saw the professor looking at him with a smile, so he couldn't help but search his stomach and said superfluous: "Andros should be in the same era as the despicable Haierbo. Maybe they met? Maybe they had a fight..."

Many students looked at Ron with admiration.

"Sit down, Mr. Weasley. Most of them are right, except the last sentence. Because the age is too old, and there were no special historical writers at that time, we can only find the truth of history from a few words. And there is no Evidence suggests that they had met..."

There are fewer words today. The author wants to make the class as interesting as possible, but he has no ideas (not addicted to games).

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