Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Even Professor Sprout was amazed at the Muggles' research on botany.

The magical world's research on plants has always been at the stage of trying to create an environment suitable for the growth of magical plants. However, after entering this century, Muggles have moved plant research to the microscopic world. They have created methods such as cell engineering and genetic engineering in order to quickly reproduce and create new plant varieties.

In fact, in the past twenty years, the ecological engineering studied by Muggles, as well as the composition and regulation of the Earth's biosphere, gave Professor Sprout a flash of inspiration.

Can she use magical plants and magical creatures to form a new magical biosphere in a closed space? When the ecology inside reaches a balanced state, it can be completely independent of the world.

She can also learn from Muggle theories and cultivate new magical plants, which is almost impossible to find in the history of magic. In the past, magical plants were only discovered and cultivated, but no wizard had ever cultivated new magical plants. However, according to Muggle's microscopic theory, it is possible to give it a try.

Meanwhile, Professor Sprout, following Douglas's advice, asked each student to write a unique paper based on their visit to the Botanical Institute. By pooling their ideas, even though some of these students hadn't performed well in herbal medicine classes, they might still have some fascinating ideas that would inspire them.

Of course, as Douglas's old dean, Professor Sprout smiled and said before leaving:

"Douglas, I remember that when you were in school, you majored in Herbology, right? You even arranged for this botanical research institute. I wonder if you'd be interested in writing a more detailed paper so we can discuss it together."

Douglas's mouth twitched slightly, and he pointed at himself and said in surprise:

"Me? Thesis? No need, Dean. I do know a little bit about Muggle botany. We can just discuss anything directly."

Professor Sprout glanced at Douglas meaningfully and said:

“It’s written with some depth…”

As soon as Professor Sprout left, George and Fred hurriedly bowed to Douglas and shouted, "Hello, senior!"

Sirius hugged Harry and laughed.

Douglas glanced at the students and said to Sirius without any hesitation: "Well, the boss's new task is that you need to write a 10-page minimum..."

Sirius (°ー°〃)

As the car approached Godric's Hollow, its color changed to red, green, blue, and yellow stripes. When Tonks waved, it slowly came to a stop, and the moment the car settled firmly into the ground, the doors opened gracefully.

Douglas was the first to step out of the car, wearing a black haute couture suit that was tailored to his body and of extraordinary texture, which made his figure look as tall and strong as a sculpture.

He wore a pair of deep black sunglasses on his face, which added a bit of unfathomable coldness and nobility to him.

When Tonks noticed the gleaming Hogwarts badge pinned to his chest, her eyes lit up and her hair turned a fiery red without her noticing.

Following closely behind was Sirius Black, this usually free and unrestrained man was now wearing a rare black suit. The material was as smooth as silk and fit his sturdy body, making him look particularly energetic.

He had just stepped out of the carriage and stood in front of the limousine, gazing at the village. His thoughts went back to the scene when James first brought him here. At that time, they were also standing at this entrance to the village. The two underage people came here by car like Muggles... Before he could think too much, Douglas gently pulled him, and he seemed to wake up from a dream, and his eyes refocused on the real world.

Just as Sirius came to his senses, Harry Potter led a large number of Hogwarts students out. They were all wearing black robes that symbolized the dignity and honor of Hogwarts, just like the first time freshmen entered school.

They also wore the shining Hogwarts badge on their chests. The badge was like a beating heart, bringing everyone's beliefs together.

Not only that, some students deliberately hung the badges of their respective colleges next to the Hogwarts badge. The interweaving of gold, blue and red colors reflects the unique style and spirit of unity of the four major colleges of Hogwarts.

Chapter 314 Godric's Hollow Memorial Ceremony (Part 2)

Tonks walked forward and looked Douglas over.

"Good morning, Doug. Nice outfit, isn't it? And this badge..."

There were gasps from the crowd. This was the second person they heard calling themselves professor.

Douglas coughed lightly:

"Please Mr. Black take them there first. Percy, you and Penelope will assist Mr. Black."

After saying this, he dragged Tonks aside under the gazes of the students.

Harry muttered quickly to Ron and Hermione without moving his mouth: "This is Sirius' cousin..."

Hermione quickly glanced at Sirius and whispered back, "Cousins ​​indeed."

Percy patted the heads of his two restless brothers, then whispered to his girlfriend, "I'll tell you their story later."

Then he straightened his clothes and led the team towards the square with a serious face.

Seeing Tonks staring at her badge, Douglas shrugged.

"Don't even think about it. Non-Hogwarts students are not eligible to receive this medal... But why are you involved in this operation? I thought you were assigned to it..."

Tonks raised an eyebrow and her hair instantly turned yellow.

At the same time, he cleared his throat, a proud look on his face:

"You know, the Ministry is very busy right now, and many people have been transferred to other places. As an outstanding talent like me, it's natural that I'll be transferred to the front line of capturing dark wizards. As for Peter... I certainly hope he will show up. It would be even better if he could make a great contribution."

Douglas simply said, "Since ancient times, yellow-haired people have always been arrogant."

The sun shines on Godric's Hollow, bringing warmth and tranquility to this peaceful land.

The pub in the center of the small village of Godric's Hollow had been requisitioned by the Ministry of Magic without the knowledge of its Muggle owner.

After the Hogwarts students arrived at the valley, the tavern's Floo network began to open, and wizards from other departments of the Ministry of Magic who were participating in the event came to Godric's Hollow in batches through the fireplace.

With the arrival of Hogwarts students, the square was decorated solemnly and dignified. A huge hero monument stood in the center, surrounded by flowers and offerings.

When Fudge, the Minister of Magic, finally arrived, he looked around and didn't see Dumbledore, so he frowned. He thought he was the last one to arrive.

At this time, Percy approached the Minister of Magic Fudge and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant but with a hint of flattery:

"Headmaster Dumbledore is old and worried that his sadness would ruin the event, so he asked me to tell the Minister that this time..."

Fudge glanced at Percy, his face paused, then he looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he walked to the front of the statue with his head held high, loosened his bright red tie, took out his wand and put it against his neck.

"The sound is loud!"

"Dear wizards,

Today, we gather in Godric's Hollow, a place of great historical significance, to remember those who bravely fell in the great war. Their dedication and sacrifice will be forever engraved in our hearts.

It was a dark time, yes, I cannot deny, fear and despair enveloped us.

However, our Ministry of Magic did not back down. We always stood up and waged a tenacious fight against the forces of evil.

Of course, there are also some righteous people who assist the Ministry of Magic in its work.

In this brutal war that lasted for 11 years, countless heroes sacrificed their lives.

Their courage and strength defended our dignity and freedom. Their names will always be remembered by us, and their spirit will always inspire us..."

As Fudge's speech continued, murmurs began to rise among the crowd.

Hermione frowned and whispered:

"Did you notice that he never mentioned Headmaster Dumbledore..."

From the beginning of the speech, Harry had been staring at the three statues - a man with messy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair, beautiful and kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

He didn't hear what Fudge said.

After hearing Hermione's words, he came back to his senses, looked around carefully, and said doubtfully:

"Besides, Headmaster Dumbledore didn't come, and Fudge didn't seem to plan on having Professor Holmes give a speech."

Fudge continued to deliver his speech passionately, as if he was the Minister of Magic who had dared to resist in the dark ages.

"October 31, 1981, is a day we will all remember forever... James Potter and Lily Potter, along with Harry Potter, struck the fatal blow to the forces of evil.

But behind this is the result of the joint efforts and struggles of the Ministry of Magic and countless wizards...

This victory was hard-won and it is a testimony to our unity and common struggle.

In 1990, I was honoured to become Minister for Magic. Under my leadership, the Ministry worked hard to rebuild our world and allow wizards to live in peace and tranquility again.

But we must not forget the sufferings of the past, nor the heroes who sacrificed their lives for our present...

I hope we can learn lessons from past history and cherish this hard-earned peace. We must strengthen the Ministry of Magic and improve our defense capabilities...

Finally, I want to say that our victory is the result of the joint efforts of all wizards. We must unite as one and work hard for our future. Let us work together to create a better tomorrow!

As Fudge's voice fell, sparse applause and some discordant sounds were heard in the venue.

"Shouldn't this be attributed to Dumbledore?"

"He never mentioned how many letters he had written to Albus over the years."

Fudge didn't care about the reactions of the people below at all, and waved at Harry with a smile.

"Next, we welcome the student representative of Hogwarts, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Stand under this statue of his family's hero and give a speech."

Harry's face turned red as the applause went on. In the past two years, he had rarely heard people call him the boy-who-lived, especially in this kind of situation.

He glanced at Douglas and Sirius.

Douglas gave him a slight nod, and Sirius looked at him with red eyes, clapping his hands non-stop.

As Harry walked onto the stage, the Aurors also began to perk up and stare carefully at the areas they were responsible for.

"Dear students, today I am very honored to lead you to this place that means so much to me - Godric's Hollow. Here, there is a statue commemorating my parents and me.

Standing before this statue, I was overwhelmed with emotion. My parents, great wizards, sacrificed their lives to protect me and the entire wizarding world. Their love and courage have always inspired me and made me who I am today.

I know everyone has their own family and story. Perhaps some of you have also experienced loss and hardship. But I hope you can learn something from my parents. They taught me that no matter how difficult the situation, I must hold on to my beliefs and face challenges with courage.

This statue is not only a memorial to my parents, but also a tribute to all those who have fought for justice and peace. We live in an age full of challenges and opportunities, and as future wizards, we have a responsibility to carry on their legacy and work for a better world.

Finally, I want to thank each and every one of you for your support and help in my growth. Let us work together to make the wizarding world a better place!

thank you all! "

Chapter 315 Smuggling

Under the hazy moonlight, an old ferry slowly slices through the tranquil sea, its destination being the coast of England. This is a ship commonly used by stowaways, souls seeking a new life, quietly boarding it in the night, hoping to escape the shadows of the past and pursue an unknown future.

In the shadows of the cabin, a baby lay seemingly peacefully in Wormtail's arms. Wrapped in layers, he felt warm and safe. In his hand, the baby clutched a wand, the tip of which was pointed directly at Wormtail's heart.

Wormtail carefully embraced his master, his eyes revealing deep worry and vigilance. His gaze constantly darted around, as if trying to detect any lurking danger. He knew this voyage was fraught with uncertainty. Despite his master's suspicions, he couldn't be sure the Aurors truly believed they would wait for him there.

In the night, the ferry moved forward steadily, and the waves gently hit the hull, making a melodious rhythmic sound.

Wormtail leaned against the cabin wall with his eyes closed, resting, yet remaining highly alert despite his fatigue.

He felt Voldemort's steady breathing, as if he was really safe at this moment, but his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

He knew that the snake was always with him. No matter what happened, no matter whether he could escape the master's attack or turn into a mouse in time to escape, the snake would always find him in the vast ocean. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this journey would be safe.

Time goes back to a few days ago.

Wormtail brought Voldemort to Ogulin, Croatia, and found a temporarily uninhabited hut in a woodland.

This place is not far from a gathering place for wandering wizards, making it convenient for Wormtail to go and gather information.

Wormtail and his little friends provided him with an important piece of information.

Voldemort's voice was cold and sharp:

"Oh~ You said they were going to organize a... um, hero memorial meeting in Godric's Hollow? Godric's Hollow, Wormtail,"

The voice behind Voldemort was clearly joking, but Wormtail didn't dare to breathe at this moment.

"Master... Master..."

Seeing the bony fingers sliding across the wand, Wormtail resisted the urge to turn into a rat and run away, even though there was a rat hole behind him, which was specially left so that he could escape at any time.

Voldemort tilted his head to look at Wormtail, a strange smile on his strange face.

"Many people in the wizarding world know that the great Lord Voldemort is dead. Why is there suddenly a hero memorial ceremony? Who is the hero? Is it that man? Or that woman? Or is it the child that Lord Voldemort failed to kill due to a momentary mistake?"

Wormtail shook his head frantically: "No, Master, we have been very careful along the way, no one knows..."

Voldemort tapped his wand rhythmically, his eyes fixed on Wormtail.

"No one?"

Wormtail didn't dare to hesitate and nodded quickly:

"Nobody."

He took a slight step back to express his loyalty and fear for his master.

Voldemort's voice was as cold as ice, yet it held a subtle softness as he spoke slowly:

"My dear friend, don't be so nervous. I have enough confidence in you. Don't you believe me?"

Wormtail nodded quickly, his voice revealing deep master-servant loyalty: "Master, I have no doubt about it."

There was a hint of contempt and sarcasm in Voldemort's tone: