Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"Potter, wake up! Potter..."

Harry opened his eyes slowly. Torch's rays of light were a bit dazzling, making Professor Haip's shadow a bit fuzzy.

For a while, his expression was a little dazed.

He got up from the ground, straightened his glasses, "What's wrong with me?"

"It's normal to get tired and lose strength." Felix looked at him, "Today Get here first, let's go up and eat something, and I also want to make your special training plan."

Harry felt very uncomfortable, his limbs were weak, and his body was light and fluttering.

He followed Felix staggered up the stairs, his stomach turned upside down.

He didn't feel that he was alive again until he poured a large glass of juice and finished two pies, and he was in the mood to think about some problems.

"Professor, you said that this phenomenon is normal, do you have similar experiences? Also, you told me that the period after the magic power riot is very suitable for practicing the spell, and this is you His personal experience..."

Harry's speech slowed down, and he thought of Hermione once expressing sympathy to Professor Haip very emotionally.

The background at the time was that news of the Duelling Club was released, and everyone discussed the topic around the word "duel". Professor Haip's "brilliant experience" was once again spoken out, but the boys hated to replace them one by one, while the little witches showed admiration or sympathy for his unfair treatment in school.

And Hermione is one of them.

At the time, Harry couldn't understand her thinking, but now, he suddenly understood a little bit.

Faced with his question, Felix said briefly: "Really..."

What is it? When Harry was lying on his own bed, he was still thinking about it.

Early in the morning of second day, Harry was awakened by Dobby's knock on the door. He opened the door in a daze, and the elf respectfully handed over the toiletries, and Professor Haip stood beside him.

"Hurry up, Potter, we have a very heavy task today."

Harry felt a novel experience, and the similar feeling is that he was a guest at The Burrow and was taken by Mrs. Weasley. The mood when waking up. Few adults intervened in his life, reminding him to pay attention to brushing time-if not counting the angry rants of Mr. and Mrs. Dursley at him.

All morning, they were all in the basement. He kept displaying Disarming Charm. In the words of Professor Haip, "We want to maximize our interests. You will find that in the student stage, there is a trick Eat all over the sky."

He felt like he was about to vomit, but Professor Haip took the trouble to point out his mistake and spent a lot of time explaining the advanced technique of incantion.

"You have to think of yourself as a duelist, or a newcomer Auror. Your magic power is very active. You can feel it, mobilize it, and control it, so that magic power will come out." Felix Said, he cast a transcendent charm on Harry.

"At the same time, this is a good time to learn the silent use spell of Disarming Charm."

"There is also the Magical Theory part. I will only explain the most related to Disarming Charm, which may be right. It’s useless for you to learn other spells, but we have to speed up the time. I want to see how far you will reach."

Harry found that Professor Haip always seemed unkind when he was in the basement. He would Waking himself up on the ground again and again without delay for a second, but after special training, he would take himself to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, or stand with him in Quiddich Outside the window of a broom boutique specialty store, staring at the latest Firebolt samples in a daze.

Of course, Harry guessed that Professor Haip must have nothing in his mind, because once again, after two minutes in a daze, he asked himself when using Disarming Charm, "Is there a kind of fun?" It feels like you should be born with this incantion."

His answer was a bit sloppy at the time. He didn't remember whether it was "somewhat similar" or "that's it" without humility.

They also met Neville Longbottom, his student, a boy with a round face and a forgetful mind. He was with his grandmother. She looked terrifying, carrying a big red handbag in one hand, and was sternly rebuke Neville.

Harry wanted to escape, because he had used Neville's name fraudulently when he was riding in the Knight Bus. He hoped that Neville's grandmother would never find out.

But Neville saw Harry and waved at him excitedly: "Harry, Harry! I met you very good, and I lost the book list."

Harry hurried to Professor Haip Borrow a parchment and write the name of the new textbook on it.

"Ah, you are Harry Potter, Neville and I mentioned you, a good child, very innate talent. You coached his Disarming Charm, he said you learn quickly, no Like him..." Neville's grandmother clenched her handbag tightly and twisted her eyebrows together. "This child did not inherit the innate talent of his parents. I was worried until he received the notice."

Neville grimaced and looked at Harry secretly. Harry didn't dare to speak. This Old Lady was really scary, but what he didn't expect was that Professor Haip who was silent on the side opened the mouth and said: "Neville ·Longbottom, I saw you on the course selection list. I am glad you will choose my course."

"Are you a professor at Hogwarts?" Neville's grandmother asked.

"Felix Haip, I teach ancient runes, madam."

"I have heard of your name, Mister Haip, I admire your courage very much, not everyone dares Facing a despicable pure-blood family," she pointed at Neville proudly, "just like his parents, in the war years, they have always stood on the front line of resisting Voldemort's rule, even if they were tortured by some scum..."

She wiped the corners of her eyes and left with Neville.

Neville lipped at Harry: See you on the train. Immediately, he was dragged away.

"What happened to Neville's parents?" Harry asked, looking at his back.

Felix replied: "I am not quite clear either. I should have sacrificed in the battle with Death Eater."

……

In a blink of an eye In the past week, Professor Haip showed him a thick stack of forms.

"these all are the data I practice Disarming Charm?" Harry pointed to the thick parchment in surprise.

"There is no need to make a fuss about nothing, tell you a secret, I am in the muggle world, and this is the reason!" Felix joked.

Harry looked at the curve above, taking ten use spells as a unit, his progress is not obvious, but if he takes a hundred use spells as a unit, his progress is a bit unbelievable NS.

"It's interesting, isn't it? No one has ever studied this." Felix said briskly.

"Professor Haip, my Disarming Charm has reached Level 4?" Harry looked at the comment on the parchment and couldn't help being stared wide-eyed, which seemed to be the level of the Aurors after a few years of work.

"Ah, do you remember its division?" Felix said, "To some extent, it does meet this requirement. You can flexibly control the formidable power of Disarming Charm and make more refined Operations, such as drawing an arc, using spell silently..."

Harry was so happy that he had eaten ten strawberry ice cream in a row, with a hearty joy from head to toe. But Professor Haip quickly poured a bucket of cold water--

"There is only this one spell, Potter. If you want to go deeper in the field of duels, you must consider establishing your own fighting style at the right time."

"Combat style?"

"For example, which incantion is the core—"

"Disarming Charm!" Harry said without hesitation.

"...Don’t decide easily, apart from this, and the supporting incantion system, such as: what incantion do you use to defend, what incantion to attack; which incantion is used to contain the opponent, and which are tricky to deal with For the problem, you have to think clearly about these."

"Needless to say the battle pace, on-the-spot judgment, plan preview, etc."

"Of course, there is also targeted knowledge. , Um, it may be that I am asking too much of you, which has surpassed the standard of Auror."

Harry excitedly took the notebook and wrote it down: "It's okay, you can speak as comprehensively as possible. "He had an idea and imitated Hermione's tone: "Professor, I actually want to write a related paper!"

"...Very good, I will read it."

In the few days before the beginning of school, Professor Haip did not let him continue to release the Disarming Charm-which made him sighed in relief, and he finally came into contact with the second incantation.

"Potter--"

"Professor, you can call me Harry." Harry said nervously. He practiced in the mirror several times in the morning just to say this One sentence.

After a moment of silence on the other side, just when he was a little annoyed by his recklessness, Felix said: "Okay, Harry, I call you that privately."

"Your Disarming Charm It’s hard to make progress in a short time, even if you have me to assist you in all aspects—"

"Professor, I am already very satisfied." Harry said contentedly that he had already happened to Heaven and Earth. The change of turning upside down, at least he thinks that hitting Malfoy and his two followers is not a problem.

He saw Professor Haip smiling at him, "I also got the test data I wanted, and the activity of your magic power is gradually returning to normal. I have tried my best to extend this process, but It’s a pity that I still can’t violate objective laws."

"In the next one or two days, we will learn some incantion as a surprise, and the effect will be three to five times faster than your usual."

Harry was busy nodded.