A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry pressed, "You must know something—"

Snape waved his wand and whispered "shut your earplugs" so that the conversation around them could not be heard, and he said word by word: "You are too busy, Potter! To be touted for a few words, just If it weren't for your mother's sacrifice, you would be nothing!"

Harry's stomach was tumbling for a while, and he was happy and sad in his heart. Fortunately, he was right. Snape really knew more of the inside story, but sadly, he mentioned his mother, and there was another one here. What does he not know?

And Snape was still mocking him outrageously, describing him as a little guy who got away with dying and stealing fame that didn't belong to him, and his lungs were about to explode.

He couldn't help clenching his wand, wishing he could immediately give Snape a bat-spirit hex, which he thought matched Snape's name too well - he looked like a big, dirty bat.

Snape noticed Harry's movements, his indifferent eyes narrowed, and he said maliciously, "Do you want to do it, Potter? I'm willing to give you this chance..."

Harry took two deep breaths and said bluntly, "No, it's not you I'm looking for." He took a few steps away, turned his head to look at Felix who was not far away, and said aloud, "I choose Haip. professor."

Snape's expression was very surprised. In his judgment, with Potter's character, he would definitely be provoked, and then he could teach him a fair lesson.

To be honest, he was very much looking forward to this scene.

But this kid actually refused, how dare he!

Snape reluctantly stepped back to the edge of the stage, and Felix and Harry came close to each other, holding their wands to their chests and saluting.

Harry whispered, "Professor, if I can hold on for two minutes, can you promise me one thing?"

Felix looked at him and smiled: "Like during special training?"

"That's right," said Harry quickly, he didn't expect to get information on his father and Sirius Black from Snape at all, it was just a coincidence, now is his real plan, "Like I After the first success, I invite you to join me in viewing the Firebolt samples from the Quidditch boutique."

"I let the water out that time, in order to strengthen your confidence." Felix said.

"I know, but I've improved too," Harry said.

After a brief conversation, the two saluted each other, took seven steps in the opposite direction, and turned to stare at each other.

Felix didn't mean to do it first, Harry knew it was like in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron.

He waved his wand violently and shouted loudly: "Quickly imprisoned!" A rope flew towards the other party like a thin snake. He didn't see the effect, then took two steps back, followed by another silent Disarming Charm.

Felix stood there smiling, the rope softened quickly as soon as it touched his body, and then he tilted his head to avoid the red arc. He swung two spells, one red and one golden.

"Armor to protect yourself!" Harry prepared the Iron Armor spell early, one of the spells swiped across the magical barrier, and the other hit the Iron Armor spell with a muffled sound.

Harry recited the numbers silently in his mind. This was the rule he had concluded. During the special training, in order to train him, Professor Hepp never knocked him down all at once. There was a certain interval between each casting, which made him see A glimmer of hope.

Counting to eight silently, he dodged away, and a powerful spell directly shattered the armor spell. He got up from the ground in embarrassment, raised his hand and threw out three or four stun spells-- "Stunned! Stunned! Stunned!"

There was no movement, and a looming magical barrier appeared in front of Felix, blocking Harry's spell. Immediately, he stretched out his hand and pushed it flat, and the magical barrier in front of him turned into seven or eight blunt arrows, flying towards Harry.

"Whoosh!" Arrow let out a whimpering sound.

Harry cast a Freezing Charm, freezing the arrow in mid-air, and he immediately threw himself to the side.

The arrow paused for a second or two, and continued to hit the wooden floor along the predetermined track, making a suspicious muffled sound.

"Chichichi!"

It took less than 30 seconds before and after, but the two showed a powerful offensive and defensive interaction, which attracted many people's attention. Professor Hepp is undoubtedly very relaxed, and the little wizards take it easy, but Harry is difficult to understand.

The familiarity he displayed with dueling surprised everyone.

Harry was really embarrassed. He spent most of the time dodging, rolling, and retreating in embarrassment... But he could always use the gap to fight back, and the frequency of casting spells far exceeded the previous students.

And his expression is also very calm, not at all panicked by the previous few.

Harry kept running on the stage, trying to distance himself from Professor Hepp.

Two minutes was a long time, and Harry had to do his best, something he hadn't thought about before. Even though he knew his spell was useless, he kept hitting back, trying to disrupt the professor's attack frequency.

But to his desperation, Professor Hepp attacked without hesitation, almost every seven or eight seconds, and never changed because of his interference.

'I'm still too far away! ’

"Assuming this, I will not be Sirius Black's opponent at all!"

Harry felt restless, desperate to remind himself that it wasn't the time yet, but he couldn't help but think about it.

While running, he was hit by an imprisoning spell and stumbled to the ground.

His glasses flew out, and Harry looked up blankly, only to see a vague figure opposite him raising his wand.

"Do not!"

He struggled to raise his wand and shouted, "Except your weapons!"

The blazing red beam was excited, like a wrist-thick laser, faintly emitting white light.

The spell spanned more than ten meters and collided head-on with the disarming spell that Felix hit.

"what?"

Felix quietly increased the power of the spell, making the power of the two disarming spells equal.

From the perspective of the little wizards, Harry and Professor Hepp were evenly matched for a while.

A small half of the auditorium was boiling.

"This is Harry's Disarming Charm? How did he do it!"

"It is said that he used this spell to destroy the Dementors who tried to attack him..."

"He's only in the third grade. He is indeed the savior who defeated the mysterious man."

"Do you think he can win?"

"... Think about it too much, but I think it's possible in the future!"

Snape, who was standing in the corner, watched this scene in shock. He never knew that Harry could wield magic of this intensity. This is far beyond what he usually shows.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed the appearance of another person.

It's Lupin!

He looked very haggard, his gray hair seemed to stand out more, and his clothes were patched. He didn't know when he appeared in the Great Hall, looking at Harry with concern.

Their eyes met, and Lupin nodded amicably, then stared intently at Harry.

In the gilded ring, Harry desperately maintained the spell, he didn't know how long it had passed, every second felt like a century, but he wished he could hold on a little longer.

Maybe he has held out for two minutes? In this way, Professor Hepp will not refuse his request. Harry thought.

Felix's spell was terribly stable, never waning from beginning to end. Harry watched helplessly as the magic on his side was suppressed back.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, his eyes began to wander, and he was no stranger to this feeling.

'In the next second, I should fall on the carpeted floor. Although it is uncomfortable, it is not too painful...'

"Boom!"

Harry hit the ground, "It hurts!" Tears were streaming down his face.

He suddenly realized that he was not training in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron, but in the gilded ring in the school auditorium, with only bare hardwood boards under him.

"Harry~Harry~" He heard a gentle shout, and someone crouched over, but he couldn't tell who it was.

He passed out completely.

Felix stopped at a distance as he watched Professor Lupin, who was gazing at Harry.