A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 179 Harry's Special Training

"Potter, wake up! Potter..."

Harry slowly opened his eyes. The torchlight was a bit too bright, making Professor Hyp's shadow somewhat blurry.

For a moment, his expression was somewhat blank.

He got up from the ground, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "What happened to me?"

"Fatigue and exhaustion are normal phenomena." Felix looked at him. "Let's stop here for today. Let's go upstairs and get something to eat. I also need to work out your special training plan."

Harry felt extremely unwell, his limbs felt weak, and he felt lightheaded.

He followed Felix, staggering up the stairs, his stomach churning.

It wasn't until he downed a large glass of juice and ate two pies that he felt alive again and had the energy to think about some things.

"Professor, you said this phenomenon is normal. Have you had a similar experience? Also, you told me that the period after a magical surge is ideal for practicing spells, and this is based on your own experience..."

Harry slowed his speech as he recalled Hermione's poignant expression of sympathy for Professor Hyp.

The background to this is that news of the Duel Club has been released, and everyone's discussion revolves around the word "duel." Professor Hyp's "glorious experience" is once again brought up in great detail, but the boys all wish they could take his place, while the little witches look at him with admiration or sympathy for the unfair treatment he received at school.

Hermione is one of them.

Harry couldn't understand her line of thinking at the time, but now, he suddenly understood it a little.

In response to his question, Felix replied briefly, "Indeed..."

What exactly? Harry was still pondering this question as he lay in his own bed.

The next morning, Harry was awakened by Dobby's knocking. He opened the door groggily, and the house-elf respectfully handed him toiletries, with Professor Hyp standing beside him.

"Hurry up, Potter, we have a big mission today."

Harry was experiencing something new, a feeling similar to when he was a guest at the Burrow and was woken up by Mrs. Weasley. Few adults intervened in his life to remind him of brushing time—if not counting the Dursleys' angry roars at him.

They spent the entire morning huddled in the basement, and he kept casting disarming spells. In Professor Hyp's words, "We need to maximize our profits. You'll find that during your student years, one trick is all you need."

He felt like he was about to vomit, but Professor Hyp patiently pointed out his mistakes and spent a lot of time explaining the advanced techniques of the spell.

"You need to imagine yourself as a duelist, or a rookie Auror. Your magic is very active; you can feel it, manipulate it, and control it, letting the magic flow out all at once," Felix said, casting a Senses Charm on Harry.

"This is also a good time to learn the silent casting of the Disarming Charm."

"As for the magical theory part, I will only explain the part most related to the Disarming Charm. It may not be of much use to you in learning other spells, but we need to speed things up. I want to see how far you can go."

Harry noticed that Professor Hyp always seemed aloof in the basement, waking him up repeatedly without a moment's delay. But during breaks from training, he would take Harry to Florin's Ice Cream Shop or stand with him outside the window of the Quidditch Broom Shop, staring blankly at the latest Firebolt samples.

Of course, Harry guessed that Professor Hyp had nothing to do with brooms, because once, after spacing out for two minutes, he asked himself, "Does it feel exhilarating when I use the Disarming Charm? Like you were born to know this spell?"

His answer at the time was somewhat hasty; he couldn't recall whether it was "somewhat similar" or, without any modesty, "that's it."

They also ran into Neville Longbottom, his classmate, a round-faced, forgetful boy. He was with his grandmother, who looked terrifying, carrying a large red handbag and scolding Neville harshly.

Harry wanted to run away because he had used Neville's name while riding the Knight Bus, and he hoped Neville's grandmother would never find out.

But Neville saw Harry and waved excitedly at him: "Harry, Harry! It's so good to see you, I lost my book list."

Harry quickly borrowed a piece of parchment from Professor Hyp and wrote the name of the new textbook on it.

"Ah, you're Harry Potter, aren't you? Neville told me about you, a good boy, very talented. You taught him the Disarming Charm, and he said you learned it very quickly, unlike him..." Neville's grandmother clutched her handbag tightly, her eyebrows furrowed. "This boy didn't inherit his parents' talents, and I was worried sick about him until he received his acceptance letter."

Neville grimaced and glanced furtively at Harry, who dared not speak. The old woman was truly frightening. But to his surprise, Professor Hyp, who had been silent, spoke up: "Neville Longbottom, I saw you on the course list. I'm glad you chose my class."

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

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

"I've heard of you, Mr. Hyp. I greatly admire your courage. Not everyone dares to confront a despicable pure-blood family," she said proudly, pointing at Neville, "like his parents, who stood on the front lines of resistance against Voldemort's rule during the war, even while being tormented by some scum..."

She wiped her eyes and left with Neville.

Neville mouthed to Harry: See you on the train. Then, he was dragged away.

"What happened to Neville's parents?" Harry asked, watching his retreating figure.

Felix replied, "I'm not entirely sure either; he must have been killed in the battle against the Death Eaters."

……

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Professor Haip showed him a thick stack of forms.

"These are all the data I used to practice the Disarming Charm?" Harry asked in surprise, pointing to the thick parchment.

"No need to make a fuss. Let me tell you a secret: this is how I thrive in the Muggle world!" Felix joked.

Harry looked at the curve above. His progress wasn't obvious when measured in units of ten spellcasts, but when measured in units of one hundred spellcasts, his progress was almost unbelievable.

"It's interesting, isn't it? Nobody's ever studied this before," Felix said cheerfully.

"Professor Hyp, my Disarming Charm has reached level four?" Harry stared wide-eyed at the annotation on the parchment, which seemed to be the level of an Auror after several years of work.

"Ah, you remember its classification?" Felix said. "In a way, it does meet that requirement. You can control the power of the disarming spell more precisely, like drawing an arc, casting a spell silently, or something like that..."

Harry was overjoyed, feeling as if he'd eaten ten strawberry ice creams in a row—a thoroughly exhilarating sense of satisfaction. But Professor Hyp quickly poured cold water on his enthusiasm—

"There's only one magic spell, Potter. If you want to go further in the dueling arena, you need to consider developing your own fighting style in duel."

"Fighting style?"

"For example, which spell is used as the core?"

"Disarming Charm!" Harry said without hesitation.

"...Don't make decisions lightly. In addition, there is a corresponding spell system, such as: what spells you use for defense, what spells you use for offense; which spells are used to restrain the opponent, and which are used to deal with tricky problems. You need to think these things through clearly."

"Not to mention combat tactics, on-the-spot judgment, and rehearsals of plans."

"Of course, there's also targeted knowledge. Hmm, maybe I'm asking too much of you. This has already surpassed the level of a typical Auror."

Harry excitedly jotted it down in his notebook: "No problem, you can be as comprehensive as possible." Then, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he imitated Hermione's tone: "Professor, actually, I'd like to write a paper on this topic!"

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

In the days leading up to the start of the semester, Professor Hyp didn't let him continue casting the Disarming Charm—which relieved him, as he finally came into contact with the second spell.

"Potter—"

"Professor, you can call me Harry," Harry said somewhat nervously. He had practiced saying this several times in front of the mirror that morning.

There was silence on the other end, and just as he was regretting his rashness, Felix said, "Okay, Harry, that's what I call you in private."

"Your disarming spell is unlikely to improve in a short time, even with my full support—"

"Professor, I'm very satisfied," Harry said contentedly. He had undergone a complete transformation; at least he believed that defeating Malfoy and his two henchmen would not be a problem.

He saw Professor Hyp smile at him. "I've also obtained the test data I wanted, and your magical activity is gradually returning to normal. Although I've tried my best to prolong this process, unfortunately, I can't defy the laws of nature."

"In the next day or two, we will intensively learn some spells, and the effect will be three to five times faster than usual."

Harry nodded eagerly.

[Information about Floo fans & Floo website]

Every time the main character uses Floo Powder, readers have questions, so I'll explain it all at once.

The following is from the book:

1. The Floo Network is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, but there are instances of unauthorized connections (Sirius Black connects to the Gryffindor common room).

2. There should be no restrictions on the public fireplaces in Diagon Alley (parents can come and buy them); the public fireplaces in the Ministry of Magic are for internal staff use only (guests usually use telephone booths).

3. FiloNet's management wasn't strict, so Arthur Weasley got a colleague to secretly grant him access and connect to the Dursleys' fireplace;

The following are speculations, applicable to this book:

1. Fireplaces at Hogwarts are generally not connected to the Floo Network, but professors' offices are not. However, you may need to inform Professor McGonagall (at least professors never take the train, except for Lupin).

2. Once connected, FiloNet is not something anyone can use at will. Imagine a stranger suddenly appearing in your house... There must be restrictions, such as the owner's permission or granting temporary access.

Another possibility is that they would lie in the fireplace, peek over to ask their owner for permission, and then use Floo Powder.

that's all.

(End of this chapter)