Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"This is still a talent."

On Saturday morning, Felix thought this way when he watched Eddie Camillet show off his newly mastered magic text road.

Eddie’s hand is holding a small flame, showing it to others, and then closing his palms dramatically, amidst the exclamation of everyone, slowly spreading out his hand, an orange red The magic text symbol keeps flashing.

"Look, this is the flame magic text, do you want to learn it?" He mysteriously said to his companion, "I only need two Sickles."

……

Felix came out of the auditorium, Harry, Ron, and Hermione suddenly appeared from nowhere, "Professor, we made an appointment--" Harry gasping for breath said.

Felix looked at them: "I still want to use Patronus to notify you later, okay, come with me."

He took the three of them up to the eighth floor of the castle and stood Opposite tapestry, Harry first glanced at the interesting scene of'Troll chasing a ballet teacher', and then followed the professor, facing the blank wall.

"There are many hidden rooms in the castle. Some of them are magical enough not to be affected by the anti-Disapparation spell. Chamber of Secrets is one, and here is one too." Felix explained.

"In the history of Hogwarts, many people have used it unintentionally-when they needed it most, but later they found that they couldn't get in, so they gave it a name , Accio House, or the House of All Requests."

The three of them chanted the name.

“But in fact, it’s always here, or it’s a fixed entrance.” At this point, Felix felt a little dazed, and the House of Requirement is embedded in Hogwarts’ magic defense system. It has always relied on the magic power of the castle to maintain its operation.

As far as he knows, the door of the House of Request can be opened anywhere in the castle. If he can borrow this power, will he be able to avoid the restrictions of the anti-Disapparation curse?

He suppressed this thought, and continued: "The way to make the entrance appear is very simple, concentrate on thinking about the venue you need, and pass through it three times, and a door will appear on the wall, like ......"

He stopped, because a silver white door really appeared on the door. When the door opened, a drunk woman walked out. It was Sybill Trelawny.

Felix had to sigh his luck. The two seemed to have met in front of the responsive house for the second time. The first time Trelawny came out of the office to hide a bottle of wine. Information, the second time—that is, now, they collided face-to-face.

"Felix...Haip?" Trelawny had dim eyes, staring for a long time before recognizing him, "You, uh...hiccup~"

Felix took two steps back." Professor Trelawny, you are drunk, but it is morning."

"Does it matter? Anyway—I have no class!" She walked slantingly for two steps, her eyes falling on Hermione. , "Child, I saw you again, I expected, uh, you will leave, leave forever..."

Hermione said with a straight face: "You should point out my name directly Yes, Professor Trelawny."

Felix blinked. He happened to know that his assistant had quit Divination some time ago. He guessed that it might be because her grades in this course really counted. Not great, not even as good as the nonsense.

Trelawny seemed to wake up, she raised her scarf a little bit, and the shiny beads ding ding dong dong sounded: "The sky eye may become a burden. I don’t want to make myself look different. You know..." She left slowly.

"Oh, yes." Trelawny turned around, "Honey, what you worry about will happen in April."

Harry and Ron will look at her suspiciously. Ron took a deep breath and asked softly: "Who was she talking about?"

Hermione said sharply: "We have four of us. Whoever had a small accident in April, we know her Who are you talking about?"

Felix said in a relaxed tone: "I will participate in the Order of Merlin ceremony in early April. I don't know if Sybill is referring to this... Frankly speaking, I Don’t worry too much."

They walked into the responsive room. Inside was a spacious Major Sect room. It was empty. The ceiling was fifty feet high and the floor was so clean that there were no strands of hair. They are painted in different colors, just like colored grids.

Each grid is marked with a number, repeating from one to ten.

"Professor, what am I going to do?" When things came, Harry suddenly became a little nervous. He held the wand and put on a silly look. Hermione and Ron were thankful that they didn't need to try today.

"Use what you learned in the untitled book." Felix said, "I have taught everything that should be taught. Besides, your paper is very good."

"Really?" Harry was somewhat sorry, but he did feel a moment of relaxation and joy. He didn't know if the professor was comforting himself, but he decided to follow this feeling.

"Although the farther the Disapparation is, the more difficult it is, but we don’t have to care about that few feet," Felix said, "So, pick a number that interests you, Harry."

"Uh, I choose..." He glanced at the grid in front of him uncertainly. "How about the number seven?"

"Very good." Felix said encouragingly, "You can close your eyes , Listen to me read a guide phrase: imagine you are in the warm sunshine... you hear the birdsong, smell the fragrance of flowers, you are very relaxed now, keep this state, imagine the grid of the number seven, think clearly as much as possible, it What is it like? Now that you start to mobilize magic power, you suddenly have a strong desire to let yourself occupy the space in front of you, you can’t wait...just now!"

"peng! "

There was a popping sound in the air, like lighting a firework. Ron and Hermione were surprised to find that Harry had disappeared, and then he appeared on the edge of the red grid of number seven.

Harry lost his balance and fell forward. He quickly stretched out his hand to help the ground, so he didn't make himself embarrassed. He gasped in excitement, looking down at his feet, "I, I succeeded--"

"It's great." Felix said, "Next, let's try again. This time, There is no guiding word, come by yourself."

Harry was full of confidence, he stared at the original position-the white grid with the number one written on it, goals, determination, calmness...

He closes his eyes and feels light and fluttering. Did he succeed? He didn't hear the sound, opened his eyes, and found that he was still in place.

"Try again, Harry, it feels very important."

He still failed the third time, he was a little anxious, the fourth time, the fifth time--

"peng!"

Hermione let out a scream and Harry opened his eyes. He found that he had appeared in the number one grid. The only problem was that his right leg was still in the second place. Ten feet in place.

He thought he would lose one's head out of fear, and fainted with fear, but he did not, except because Professor Haip is here, another reason is that he has experienced too much in untitled books The second split.

"Separation, it's normal." Felix walked to Harry calmly and waved wand. After a burst of purple smoke cleared, Harry sat on the ground gasping for breath with his face Sweaty.

"Are you going to rest or continue?" Felix asked.

"Go on," Harry grinned, "Professor, I have found a sense of special training."

"peng!"

"peng !"

"peng!"

"It's still split, this time it's the ear, can you hear it-of course, let's continue."

"peng!"

"pu! "

"Yes, you are getting more and more proficient, have you noticed, the sound of use spell has become smaller, we are walking on the right On the road!"

Ron and Hermione were as quiet as two quail, Hermione whispered: "This is the special training Harry mentioned? It's almost, it's almost..."

" It’s like masochism, isn’t it?” Ron described his feelings, “but the effect is very good, except for the need to overcome the psychological discomfort, oh, it’s split again, this time it’s the arm..."

Half an hour passed, "Let’s take a short break and eat something." Felix stopped Harry from continuing to practice Disapparation. He looked at the empty room and said accurately and clearly: "I need a table. Four chairs."

The House of Requests met his needs, and a small brown square table and four sofa chairs appeared in front of him.

Felix blinked at them: "I am showing you, you may use it in the future, in fact, just ask for it in your heart." He waved and flew out a few small snacks from the ring on his left hand. And chocolate, and a large pot of fresh orange juice.

Harry walked over lightly, his legs soft as if he were stepping on cotton. He collapsed on the sofa chair, feeling helpless.

Felix conjured a straw and let a glass of orange juice float in front of him, Harry lowered his head, bit the straw, and drank "gumbling".

"Professor, if I want to practice Disapparation, should I do the same?" Hermione asked timidly.

"You are not the same as Harry," Felix said: "He feels, you are rational, so for you, you are more suitable for thinking and practicing, summarizing the gains and losses of each use spell. "

"Hermione is the smartest witch I know." Harry lifts the head said, and Ron agreed.

"It has nothing to do with smart or not, Harry." Felix said gently: "Everyone is good at different things. Some people rely more on intuition to learn magic. For example, you can think of it as a kind of innate talent."

Ron looked thoughtful and said: "I think I also rely on intuition, no, I rely on experience. Many of my magics are learned through personal experience, such as imprisonment spell and Stunning Spell , Disarming Charm..."

Felix looked at Ron with a weird look. He heard Hermione mention that Ron created an "experiential learning method" that uses his body to experience the effect of incantation, and then learn The incantation speed is greatly accelerated.

The most outrageous time was when he was learning the imprisonment spell. He asked Harry to tie him more than 20 times. As a result, before the end of the duel study of the day, he successfully released the magic of the thickness of his fingers. rope.

I heard that many people try to imitate, but no one can successfully replicate Ron's feat.

Felix guessed that either Ron really has an innate talent who can grow by being abused, or his potential is more than that, but he can’t show it normally, so he subconsciously found it for himself. Such an outrageous reason.