Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"Merlin's socks! Your Disarming Charm has reached Level 4, and you didn't reveal it at all before!" Ron opened his mouth in surprise, "Is this true? Me." It means-the graduate who is preparing to become Auror, Disarming Charm is only about Level 2."

Harry pushed all this to the magic power riot, "Professor Haip said it will make me magical Power became active, which made...makes me learn incanantation much faster."

Ron said with a look of anticipation: "If only I could experience a magic power riot. "

" Ron, Professor Haip said that magic power riots are the product of extreme emotions, and they usually occur before young wizard enrolls. This is the case when we enter Hogwarts and learn how to master our own magic power. It almost disappeared."

Hermione said with a sharp glance, "Like Harry, his situation is very rare. It may be because that aunt insulted his parents first--oh, sorry, Harry."

"Nothing," Harry said, but Hermione looked at him apologetically.

"I know~ Can't you let me dream about it?" Ron seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said excitedly: "Besides, it's not impossible? During summer vacation, Percy told me When I showed off his big head badge, I had the idea of ​​blowing it up."

"There shouldn't be a big difference between blowing up and inflating it? Maybe my emotions were not strong enough at the time." Ron was apathetic. Guessing, he thinks this is a shortcut to learning.

Hermione stared at him, even Harry was quite speechless.

"But speaking of which," Harry looked at Ron thoughtfully: "I am really more comfortable with Disarming Charm. In other incantations, I feel almost like that."

Ron looked at him puzzledly, "Isn't it because you spend the longest time on Disarming Charm?"

Harry explained, "That's a feeling! That's just..." He waved Started, "Well, I don't know, it may be an illusion." He said a little frustrated.

Hermione on the side gave theoretical support: "Harry, it is not impossible-there are always some young wizards who learn faster on a specific increase."

"You are Which book did you read?" Harry asked with interest. Maybe he could write this point in the paper?

When he thought of the paper, he had a headache. He was quick to talk at the time and didn't consider the consequences at all.

Although he took a lot of miscellaneous notes during the special training process, how to turn these things into a handy paper, he still has no semi-nodded thread-due to some Mind, he didn't seem to fool around.

Hermione’s answer was different from what he thought. She squinted and said happily, it looked like the cat in her arms: "Remember the homework in the duel class? Those forms? I helped Professor Haip to sort out a part, and he made this point at the time, but..."

She showed a helpless expression: "There are too few samples, and a lot of the data submitted are all It's made up, I can see it at a glance!"

Ron's eyes suddenly floated, and Harry lowered his head with a guilty conscience.

Hermione looked at the two with enthusiasm, and the false data had their share of credit.

At this time, a hoarse, tired voice was involved in their conversation.

"Excuse me—"

The three looked towards the small table in horror. The professor seemed to have just woke up, his face seemed to hit him Like the patched robe and the heavily worn suitcase, they also smelled of despair.

But his eyes are bright and sincere. The professor said gently: "I just heard some conversations between you, not intentional, but I did have curiosity."

"Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Yes, my name is Remus Lupin," Lupin said with a smile, "Did you see the mark on my box? It's really sharp. If it's in class, I will give you extra points. "

"Remus Lupin?" Hermione let out a short scream, and the big ginger yellow cat in her arms suddenly jumped out. It stood in the aisle, looking at her reproachfully Owner.

"Oh, sorry, Crookshanks." Little witch said.

"Quickly control it, don't let it spot the Scabers!" Ron covered his chest pocket, and there was a protruding piece where his pet fat rat Scabbbers was hiding.

"Do you know me?" Lupin asked.

"No, it's not." She said dryly, lowering her head hurriedly and picking up the big cat.

Hermione's attitude surprised Harry and Ron, but there were outsiders, and the two did not inquire in a tacit understanding.

Lupin did not delve into it, he looked at them with a smile: "I am your Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, I only teach for one year, and I agreed with Dumbledore."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they assessed the professor's true level in their hearts. Frankly speaking, looking at it from the outside, it really doesn't give people confidence.

Lupin looked at the three gently, especially after staying on Harry for a while, and then said: "I have been away from school for fifteen years, and many memories have faded. For example, I am not quite clear. Professor Haip in your mouth..."

Harry and Ron turned their gazes to Hermione. She never disappoints in this respect.

Sure enough, Hermione said in one breath: "Felix Haip, is a very good wizard, graduated from the Slytherin house, and currently teaches ancient runes. At the same time, he has extraordinary accomplishments in the field of muggle research and has extraordinary influence. "

"And he has only graduated for three years, no, it is four years now." Harry added.

"It's really young and promising." Lupin exclaimed. He changed his conversation and said, "I heard you mention the special training, is this Professor Haip and you have a good relationship, Harry? "

"Do you know me?" Harry subconsciously stroked the hair on his forehead, where there was a lightning-shaped scar through which many people recognized themselves.

"I know your father." Lupin said simply.

Harry was not very satisfied with this answer, but he still said: "Professor Haip is very kind to people, gentle and polite. Although the lessons he teaches only start in the third year, some students in the second year are Received his help."

He was referring to the people in the school were alarmed during the Chamber of Secrets attack, and many people sought psychological comfort from the professors. Among them, Professor Haip has a very high praise rate.

Lupin thought for a while and said: "You mentioned that he has only graduated for four years, so his head is...Severus Snape?"

"——Yes Snape." Harry said after that, and then looked at Lupin with a quizzical look, but he didn't mention any honorifics.

Lupin didn't respond much. He looked far away and fell into thought.

The rain outside got heavier, the weather became pitch black, and the train slowed down.

"It's coming?"

"No, it's early!" Professor Lupin pulled out wand, and Harry followed him to his feet.

The lights on the train went out suddenly, and the silhouette outside was quite enough.

A layer of frost quietly climbed onto the car window.

A man stumbled in from outside the door and slammed directly on Ron, causing him to let out a cry of pain, and the sound of horrified breathing came from the other side.

"What happened? Ouch! Is it Neville?"

"Yes, it was me, it was dark outside, do you know what happened?"

More people came in, and they everyone talking at once, talking noisily.

"Is Ron there? I'm looking for Ron."

"I'm here, Ginny!"

"Oh, that's my face."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Neville, Neville · Longbottom......"

"Quiet!" Lupin loudly said, he held up wand, together Fire pouring down from the tip, illuminating the flustered faces.

The fire light also illuminates his tired and gray face, but there is an adult wizard present, and everyone is relieved a lot.

They heard Lupin say: "Stay where you are, I'll go out and have a look." He pulled the car door and went to the aisle.

Harry thought for a while, and then walked out.

"Harry?" Hermione said eagerly.

"Let's see if I can help." Harry walked through the box door and followed Lupin.

A chill passed over them, and Lupin quickly retreated, "Go back, Harry!"

But Harry didn’t hear him, and all his eyes were covered in black cloak and taken The turban was occupied. The thing was floating in midair. A rotten, decayed, gray hand came out of the cloak. Then, there was a strong chill. He felt his lungs freeze. Can't breathe at all.

A distant female voice came. It was a terrifying, frightened, and pleading voice.

"I want to help her!"

He didn’t know why he had this idea, but the idea was so strong that even before he was about to lose consciousness, he still made A subconsciously response.

A dazzling red light illuminates the entire train.