Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix smiled, "Anytime, Potter, I will move over to be with you temporarily. But I have to go back to school and arrange some things. You can also think about it. My own schedule."

He stood up, "Special training will be very difficult, Potter, be mentally prepared. From my personal experience, after the magic power riot, I learned the spell for a period of time. You will make rapid progress during the perfect period."

Harry agreed without hesitation.

Felix found Leaky Cauldron’s Boss Tom. He was a wrinkled wizard with a bent back. At his suggestion, Felix chose Room 12, which was next door to Harry.

He moved towards Harry, who was standing at the top of the stairs, waved his hand, turned and walked out of the bar, and returned to the office using the public fireplace.

He sorted out his recent work. In addition to trying to add the sight glass to the course, he also came up with some good ideas. He rolled these semifinished product plans together and stuffed them into the ring.

Next, he looked at the observation record of the wand tree again. This is what he and Professor Flitwick do everyday all, but this job will be left to Flitwick for the time being.

So he came to the office of Professor Curse and told Flitwick of his conflict over time. The short professor quickly agreed. He smacked his lips and said, "The magic power riot...I don’t know what Potter has encountered. What's the matter, Minerva will be relieved with you by the child."

Felix then saw Snape's silhouette in the school. He strode like flying, and his black robe floated behind him.

"Severus?" He greeted him: "You came back so early?" He knew that Snape would go home for summer vacation every year, and he would usually return to school on the first day of school.

Snape sullenly, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, said: "You are going to ask our respected Headmaster Dumbledore, he called me back, in order to make a disgusting potion."

He was in a bad mood at the moment, he threw off the cloak and quickly slid away.

What is the disgusting potion? Felix looked at his back curiously.

After ten minutes, Felix returned to Diagon Alley. He knocked on Room 11 and saw that Harry's bed was piled up with debris, textbooks, parchment, ink bottles, and a broom repair kit.

"Professor, I'm checking my homework. Well, I still have three A History of Magic papers, two potion papers, and one magic paper that I haven't written yet."

"A History of Magic..."

Harry clearly heard Professor Haip's disapproval hum, but the professor didn't say much, he sat down opposite him.

"Time is precious, Potter," Felix said, "I will guide you through homework-in your free time."

……

Leaky Cauldron's Boss provided an empty basement. According to him, it has been abandoned for a long time.

Old Tom hunchbacked with a toothless smile: "I remember there are some protective magics here, but they may also be out of order and you need to deal with them yourself."

He hit A few snapped fingers, the torch stuck on the wall lit up. Then he bowed, backed away and left.

Felix waved the wand to clean up the dust and cobwebs accumulated in the room. He smoothed out a few broken floors. When his wand touched the floor, the ground undulated like waves, and Harry seemed to be in a small boat, which reminded him of Hagrid's first experience of taking him on a boat.

When everything calms down, the wooden floor becomes an exotic carpet.

Harry walked a few steps back and forth, and it didn’t feel as soft as he imagined. Professor Haip’s explanation for this was: “I can’t make a few cushions so you can practice magic comfortably.”

Under his gaze, fragments of bauble flew out of Professor Haip's ring, and they leaped into a small square table, two armchairs, and some human-shaped targets.

At this moment, Felix is ​​sitting in a chair, looking at him from behind the square table.

"Next, Potter, let's practice your best incantion a hundred times."

Harry held Wand's hand and shook unnaturally, which seemed to be what he thought. It's not the same...

He thought that he would evade the professor's attack in an embarrassing manner, like a chipmunk that kept jumping, and Professor Haip calmly swung the spell and showed his power to the fullest.

But now, Professor Haip behaves like a scholar, sitting quietly on a chair. If he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he is more like a teacher he saw in muggle school.

Harry looked at the target seven or eight meters away from him. He waved the wand and shouted: "Expelliarmus!" A red light flew out of the tip and hit the wall, but it was far away from the human target. Two feet full.

"Uh, sorry, I missed it."

"It's okay, go on."

So Harry waved wand continuously, one after another red light Flying out, after almost half an hour, he weakly shouted in a hoarse voice: "Expelliarmus..." As a result, his wand only ejected a string of sparks.

"Well, let's stop for a while and come over and sit here." Felix said.

Harry walked tiredly to the other side of the square table and sat down. He looked at Professor Haip on the opposite side. He was writing and drawing on the parchment. After a while, he lifts the head, "I know enough about your incantion, very good, we have completed the 1st Step test."

"Just a test?" Harry cried out in surprise. When he came out, he was going to be exhausted, and every cell in his body was crying desperately.

Felix hooked the corner of his mouth and said softly in a seductive tone: "Potter, at your age, my understanding of Disarming Charm is no less than that of ordinary adult wizards, and you have this potential. ."

"In addition to the Disarming Charm, you have also said that it is not a skilled Shield Charm."

"There is also a tongue spell, I can even give you extra One or two simple and practical incantions......"

Harry swallowed, and with the help of the dazzling firelight in the basement, he felt that he saw the devil's smile despite his disrespect.

But he must admit that he was moved.

Professor Haip did not say what would happen after learning these incantions, but he could not help but start the association, the admiration of the student, the extra points in the class, and maybe he still has the opportunity to show his own in front of the girl he likes. Ability...

He said with a trembling voice: "Professor, I will listen to your arrangements." He felt that his tone of voice was full of tragic feelings, as if he was about to rush to the execution ground.

Felix took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to him: "First eat something, let's do the second test next."

Ten minutes later.

Felix and Harry are seven or eight meters apart, facing each other.

"Potter, we will test your incantation's most huge might this time. Do you have to fully mobilize your emotions, remember what you mentioned in the duel class? Determination, confidence, and most importantly, Disarming Charm is In order to protect yourself, let the enemy lose the ability to hurt you."

Harry nodded, he took a deep breath, imagined that Malfoy stood opposite, he suddenly became a Troll with Perkin hair, waving Walking towards him with a stick...

"Puchi!" He suddenly laughed, "Uh, sorry."

He had a lot of emotions brewing for a while--

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry hissed to exhaustion, and a red light with thin fingers rushed towards Felix, but was stopped by an invisible barrier.

"Not enough, Potter, let me see your potential!" Felix cheered.

Harry gritted his teeth and mobilized the magic power in spare no effort. A certain moment, he really felt the difference. It was the "active magic power" that Professor Haip said, and he meditated in his heart: Disarm , Let the enemy lose the ability to hurt me...

He thought of the real enemies, Professor Quirrell, Basilisk, and...Voldemort!

The red light shivered for a few times and became as thin as hair. Felix almost thought he had failed, but the next second, a hot beam flew out of Harry’s wand, spanning seven or eight. Mi, instantly hit Felix’s Shield Charm.

The two curses were wrestling in midair, and the low rumbling sound reverberated in the basement.