Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"Professor Lupin may be ......hiss~"

Suddenly the cold wind got into Ron’s neckline, causing him to swallow the rest of the words . He looked at the window of the common room and cautiously picked up a piece of broken glass: "There is a hole broken here. No one repaired it?"

Hermione said impatiently, "It's just an incident of incanation. , Please do it."

When returning to the bedroom, Ron said to Harry: "Maybe her cat did it. I think it's a bit weird, especially when I look at my eyes..."

Harry did not continue this topic, nor did he tell Ron about the fact that he threw Crookshanks out of his bed two or three times. In his thoughts, the cat seemed to be particularly nostalgic for the smell of Scabbers, even after he disappeared. Come to visit often, maybe he just regretted not having a snack?

However, Harry couldn't guarantee that if the Scabbers were still there, he would be stimulated to suddenly become a dark wizard, "Maybe he just couldn't stand the harassment of Crookshanks before leaving. 'He thought, in a way, this cat saved his and Ron's lives.

Harry took off his clothes while looking for new topics, "By the way, what did you just want to say?"

Ron put his shoes off his hands, frowned carefully recalled: "I thought Say, maybe Professor Lupin is going to replace Boggart with your dementor doll."

After a few seconds, Harry suddenly cleared the comprehension and said excitedly: "You’re right, Professor Haip is here The card says that the doll can help me. I originally thought I could use it to overcome my fear of dementor and avoid the Quidditch match from happening again. Now it seems that Professor Haip has long expected such a day."

Ron smiled and put on his pajamas: "But the difference is not big. You used it to persuade Wood to let you continue to participate in the competition. Remember, he almost collapsed when he saw this thing for the first time... …"

Even though Ron was a bit exaggerated, Harry couldn't help but laughed, especially thinking of Wood, who was sturdy in shape, shrank himself in the back of the chair like a kitten.

After a bed, Neville said sleepily: "Harry? What happened?"

"Nothing, go to sleep." He said quickly.

Lying on the bed, Harry thought hopefully, hoping that he would not miss the next Quidditch training, just like Hermione had never missed any elective course-it was amazing, but he only wanted results.

……

In the next few days, Felix went to class every day, went to the library, and studied the meditation basin borrowed from Dumbledore. For a long time, he organized Out of the ancient magic-the teaching steps of lighting.

This is the final reward he prepared for the club. Although this magic can only be regarded as an infinitely enhanced version of Lumos, both the effect and the safety are satisfactory.

The only consequence of this magic being out of control is to drain the magic power of reckless learners, compared with the examples of those who were burned to a pile of ashes by incantion backlash, or drained of water and turned into corpses. But it's so friendly.

Felix plans to separate this ancient magic, integrate the knowledge into the next assembly, and teach it after the exams this semester.

In addition, the communication between him and Nick Flamel has resumed again. Although the two communicated only through photos, he keenly perceives that Nick Flamel’s words are full of vigor, and he can’t help feeling Shen, Dumbledore's words resurfaced again: Nick's wife may not be able to survive this winter...

But Nick Flamel avoided talking about it, and he could only pretend not to know and avoid turning the old man away. scar.

Maybe until the summer vacation, he can discuss with Nick Flamel and stay there for a while.

During this period, Mundugus contacted him several times and sent a few old alchemy products. He also took out an exquisite silverware. Felix judged from the workmanship that the silverware came from Goblin. This thing has always been valuable. It can be seen that the owner often plays with it. Felix guessed that it might come from a pure-blood family.

Mundungus tentatively asked if he wanted more. He has a stable supply, which made Felix confirmed. He couldn't help but feel that there are also some superficial pure-blood families, and they start to sell secretly. Gave birth.

In the first duel class in January, Felix explained the rules of small duel competitions and arranged for some senior students to demonstrate, except that dark magic is not allowed, semi-permanent transfiguration, and high-risk curses are not allowed. Apart from potion, there are not too many restrictions.

"This competition will be as close to reality as possible. The venue is not an arena. Under the research of several professors, we decided to make full use of classroom 7. Yes, it is from the practice classroom of Study of Ancient Runes. It’s changed."

"There is one month before the dueling competition officially starts, so you can make sufficient preparations."

In this duel class, except for the news revealed by Felix The most eye-catching is Neville. His silent Stunning Spell successfully knocked down several opponents and shocked those who knew him.

Neville's heart was beating peng peng. This was the first time he won a straightforward victory. He grinned as Harry gave him a thumbs up. After Seamus Finnigan was awakened, he exaggeratedly hammered Neville's chest, "Hey buddy, did you take some powerful medicine?"

Although everyone is happy about Neville's progress, his changes have also changed. Many people have a sense of crisis. The most intuitive thing is that the duel self-study group formed by Harry, Ron, and Hermione has become popular in a small area.

In an abandoned classroom, Ron said resolutely, "Come on, Harry." A small group of people surrounded him, making his expression look more tragic.

Harry hesitated a bit, but he still obeyed. His wand pointed at Ron and shouted: "Incarcerous!" A magical string wrapped around him, binding him from head to toe. Group, Ron "peng" hit the mat.

He ran over, released the incantion, picked up Ron, and asked in a low voice: "Are you coming?"

"Come again, I will feel your magic a few more times-hiss ~" Ron grinned, "has your magic mutated? I feel my butt is pierced by a spike."

The students around them all stepped back, several girls— —Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil looked at them with disgust.

Harry explained in a panic: "No, he should have swollen skin, which is why he has a tingling sensation. I have experienced—" He stopped, feeling that he was getting darker and darker.

This time, even Ginny looked at him with weird eyes.

Harry gave up the explanation dejectedly, glared at Ron, and said angrily, "Are you ready?"

"Wait—"

"peng!"

Ron fell to the ground again, and Harry sincerely said to others: "You can check, there are absolutely no spikes..."