Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Harry woke up early from bed.

The wind was blowing so hard, he was awakened, he glanced at the window, and it was pitch black outside.

Harry closed his eyes again, but he felt a chill in the back of his neck. "Did the window leak? 'The thought went around in his mind a few times before he turned his head abruptly and saw Peeves' annoying face.

"Why are you blowing like this?" Harry said angrily.

Peeves puffed his cheeks and blew two more vigorously, so that Harry got up and sat up, and turned out the wand from the pillow. Peeves flew away like a gasped ball.

This farce made Harry completely sleepless. He glanced at the other people. They were still asleep. Harry opened the door and a ginger yellow silhouette passed by his feet and was subconsciously caught by him. In hand.

"Crookshanks?" Harry looked at the cat in his hand. Its face looked like it had been slapped. There was always an inexplicable ferocity. "Ron was right to guard you." He closed the door. He threw it on the side of the spiral staircase, "Go ahead, don't make Scabbers' idea. Hermione quarreled with Ron a few times for you." Crookshanks glanced at him disdainfully, turned and walked away. NS.

Harry was in a daze for a long time in the dim common room. There were still a few hours before dawn, always looking for something to do. He dug out his duel system thesis from his schoolbag, wondering how to end it.

"—With Disarming Charm as the core, um—at least silent, wandless use spell, use spell...concealment," Harry bit quill, thinking for a long time, and then wrote: " Defense is also very important. Strive to train the Shield Charm to the same level as the Disarming Charm."

After thinking about it, he crossed out the last sentence and changed it to "Able to use skillfully and reach the level of Level 3 spells." ."

"Other incantions are supplemented. Facing distant enemies, use-use the imprisonment curse to get the upper hand. Therefore, the silent curse is a must." Harry dipped the ink again, "focus on the advantage. incantation to attack quickly-but if it is blocked, what does it mean?"

Harry scratched his head and flipped through the notes next to him. These were the words of Professor Haip he recorded during the summer special training. Turning over a few pages, he brightened his eyes and quickly wrote, "——It shows that the enemy is not a mediocre one. It must be righteous and fight steadily. This reflects the advantage of having enough incantion to find the weak points of the enemy. !"

Harry stopped and began to ponder the meaning of this sentence.

Professor Haip said that his current level is far less than that of senior Auror. Although his Disarming Charm is not much different in formidable power, the difference in experience is the difference between Heaven and Earth — —

He may use a young face to confuse the enemy and take the cold to turn an expert, but if the opponent is prepared, the battle can be resolved in two minutes-he is the one that is resolved.

Harry thought for a while, what should he do if he encounters an enemy that Disarming Charm cannot deal with, such as Sirius Black or Snape?

After thinking about it for a long time, it turned out that there was no way. If the Disarming Charm is useless, his Stunning Spell, Imprisonment Charm, and Frozen Charm are even more impossible and effective.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt frustrated.

"Black was a genius when he was in school. He has also experienced wars after graduation. His only weakness may be that he was imprisoned by Azkaban for twelve years and was tortured by dementor to the point of no brain..."

Harry heard from Hermione that dementor is a very disgusting dark creature. Anyone who comes close to them will feel cold and rigid thinking. After that, happiness is absorbed and mood is depressed. Even the sense of resistance begins to weaken, and finally degenerate. It is a meal on the plate for dementor, and the soul is sucked away.

He has proved the credibility of Hermione's information with his own experience.

Harry shivered. He remembered the name Hermione mentioned—the kiss of dementor, "It’s too evil."

It took two or three hours before Harry finally borrowed it. In the faint light of the common room, he finished editing the paper, "This is the most serious paper I have written so far." He said with emotion.

Harry packed things and looked at the sky. During the time he was writing the paper, the rainstorm not only did not weaken, but became more violent, but the horizon was filled with a faint light.

He pinched his food and walked towards the auditorium.

There was no one in the auditorium, and Harry was about to pick a middle position. Looking outside, he saw a familiar silhouette.

Professor Haip!

He was wearing a dark robe, and he was standing in the rain. If it weren't for a flash of lightning, Harry wouldn't be able to see it clearly.

"Does the professor have anything to worry about? You don't want to torture yourself in order to experience extreme environments like Wood did?" Harry put his hood on his head and walked out of the auditorium.

When he approached Professor Haip, he just wanted to say hello, only to find that he had hit something. He was deflected by a force and fell into the mud.

"Ouch! Pooh!"

There was mud on Harry's mouth and glasses, but he was full of curiosity now that he didn't meet the professor.

Felix lowered his head and looked at him, "Harry, what are you doing?"

"Uh..." Harry got up from the ground and said vainly, "I see When you were standing outside, I wanted to say hello, but I couldn’t stand firm for a while."

Felix laughed, "It’s not that you’re not standing...it’s me. I was just thinking about how to prevent Rain and wind problems."

Harry became interested, "Is there any suitable incantion?" He thought he should be able to use it.

"Impervius and neither water nor fire can approach, the former has a better isolation effect on water and fog." Felix said, he looked at Harry's embarrassed appearance, and took out the wand point with his backhand.

Harry's body was steamed with a large amount of water mist, which was warm all over his body, and then he saw the water slipping off his body and clothes, as if he had been brushed with a layer of oil or something, half a drop The rain couldn't touch him either.

Harry asked Felix about these two incantions. In fact, they are very similar and can even be regarded as an incantion.

He pulled out wand and tapped his glasses, "Impervius!" The water flow automatically avoided the lenses, and his vision became clear.

"The rain will never be a hindrance at this time!" Harry thanked Felix excitedly. He felt that he was more confident of winning today.

Felix said: "Don't thank me, it was Granger who asked me two days ago, what is the waterproof incantion, I also told her, but I may have met you in advance."

Harry is ready to turn around and thank Hermione, but a question pops up in his heart: "Professor Haip, haven't you mastered this incantion? But you just said that you are thinking about rain prevention—" He paused, uncertainly Say: "Windproof?"

"Yeah," Felix said, "It can be expected that the wind at the Quiddich stadium will be very strong today."

"Then what do you think of Is there a way?"

Felix laughed, "Didn't you experience it just now?"

"Experience?" Harry tried his best to use his brain, his stomach began to call gu gu He got up, "Is it Shield Charm? It was Shield Charm that I bumped into just now?" He could only think of this.

"Yes," Felix glanced at him approvingly, "Shield Charm is invisible and innocent, but it can defend against both magic and physical attacks. Although it is not powerful... but it is clear. It's windproof."

This sounds incredible. Harry never thought that Shield Charm could have this kind of use. Would normal people think of this?

"Harry, I said that when you are proficient in an incantion, you can adjust the effect of incantion according to your own ideas." Felix said, a transparent spherical barrier suddenly expanded centered on him Open, almost touching the tip of Harry's nose.

Harry looked at this so-called "Shield Charm" in surprise. He could even see the light emitting from the surface of the sphere, and the rain hit it, splashing little ripples.

He reached out and poked, the spherical barrier was slightly sunken, and he flicked his fingers away.

"So-are you successful now?" Harry asked. In his opinion, the Shield Charm, which was blocking a small area in front of him, was transformed into a large colorless and transparent ball. Obviously it succeeded.

Felix tilted his head and motioned him to continue looking. The colorless and transparent spherical magic barrier began to dent inward, becoming closer to him, and getting closer to a human shape.

In the end, it was like he had put on a human-shaped air hood outside.

Felix regretfully said: "I just tried to deform the Shield Charm and stick it thinly on the outside of my clothes. Maybe it can be called a humanoid Shield Charm? But unfortunately... this technique is somewhat difficult, no It can be done in half an hour."