A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry woke up early in bed.

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

Harry closed his eyes again, but felt a chill on the back of his neck, 'Is the window leaking? ' The thought ran through his mind a few times before he turned sharply and saw Peeves' disgusting face.

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

Peeves puffed out his cheeks and blew two more times, so angry that Harry got up and sat up, flipped his wand out of the pillow, and Peeves flew away in a whirl like a puffed ball.

The farce made Harry drowsy, he glanced at the others, who were still sleeping, Harry opened the door, and a ginger figure passed by his feet, subconsciously grabbed into his hands.

"Crookshanes?" Harry looked at the cat in his hand, whose face looked like it had been slapped flat, with an inexplicable viciousness. "Ron was right to guard you." He closed the door and took the It was dropped on the edge of the spiral staircase. "Go on, don't play Scabbers. Hermione fought with Ron a few times over you."

Crookshanks glanced at him dismissively, then turned and slid away.

Harry spent a long time in the dim common room, hours before dawn, always looking for something to do. He dug out his thesis on the dueling system from his schoolbag, thinking about how to end it.

"—with the Disarming Spell as the core, um—at least silently, without a staff, casting... concealment," Harry bit his quill, thought for a while, and then wrote: "Defense is also very important, fight for Train the Iron Armor Charm to the same level as the Disarm Charm."

After thinking about it, he crossed out the last sentence and changed it to "Be able to use it proficiently, reaching the level of the third-level magic spell."

"As a supplement to other spells, in the face of long-distance enemies, use - use the Imprisonment spell to get the first move, so the silent spell is a must." Harry dipped in ink again, "Concentrate the advantage spell to attack quickly - but if you are caught Stop it, just explain, what do you mean?"

Harry scratched his head and flipped through the notes beside him. These were the words of Professor Hepp that he recorded in his summer special training. After turning over a few pages, his eyes lit up and he quickly wrote, "——It shows that the enemy is not a mediocre person, You must correct your mentality and fight steadily. This reflects the advantage of mastering enough spells to find the enemy's weak point!"

Harry paused and began to ponder the meaning of the words.

Professor Heppe said that his current level is far inferior to that of a senior Auror. Although his Disarming Charm is not much different in power, the gap in experience is vastly different——

He may confuse the enemy with a young face and let go of a master, but if the opponent is prepared, the battle can be solved in a minute or two - he is the one who is solved.

Harry thought for a while, what if he encountered an enemy that could not be dealt with by the Disarming Charm, such as Sirius Black or Snape?

After thinking about it for a long time, there is no way. If the Disarming Charm is useless, the Stunning Charm, Imprisonment Charm, and Freezing Charm he has mastered are even less likely to be effective.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little discouraged.

"Black was a genius when he was in school, and he went through war after graduation. His only weakness may be that he was imprisoned by Azkaban for twelve years and tortured by Dementors to his brains..."

Harry heard Hermione explain that Dementors are quite disgusting dark creatures. Anyone who gets close to them will feel cold and rigid in their minds. Then, happiness will be absorbed, mood will be low, and even the consciousness of resistance will begin to weaken, and finally Reduced to the dementor's meal on the plate, sucked out of the soul.

He used his own experience to prove the credibility of Hermione's materials.

Harry shuddered, remembering the name Hermione had mentioned - Dementor's Kiss. ​​"It's so evil."

After spending two or three hours, Harry finally finished his thesis in the dim light of the lounge, "This is the most serious thesis I have written so far." He said with emotion.

Harry packed his things and looked at the sky. During the time he was writing the paper, the storm had not subsided, but had intensified, but there was a faint light in the sky.

He grabbed the meal and walked towards the auditorium.

The auditorium was empty, and Harry was about to pick a middle seat. He glanced outside and saw a familiar figure.

It's Professor Hepp!

He was wearing a dark robe and was standing in the rain, and Harry wouldn't have been able to see it if it wasn't for a flash of lightning.

"Does the professor have anything on his mind? He wouldn't torture himself in order to experience extreme environments like Wood, would he?" Harry put the hood over his head and walked out of the auditorium.

When he approached Professor Haipu, he just wanted to say hello, but found that he bumped into something, was deflected by a force, and fell into the muddy water.

"Ouch! Bah Bah!"

Harry had mud splattered in his mouth and on his glasses, but he was curious now that he hadn't met the professor.

Felix looked down at him, "Harry, what are you doing?"

"Uh..." Harry got up from the ground and said hesitantly, "I saw you standing outside, trying to say hello, but couldn't stand still for a while."

Felix laughed, "It's not that you didn't stand firm...it's my reason. I was just thinking about how to protect it from rain and wind."

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

"Waterproof and moisture-proof and water and fire resistant, the former is better at isolating water and mist." Felix said, he looked at Harry's embarrassed appearance, took out his wand and pointed it on him.

There was a large mist of water on Harry's body, and his body was warm, and then he saw the water slide off him and his clothes, as if he had been brushed with oil or something, and not even a drop of rain could touch him. on him.

Harry asked Felix about the two spells, and in fact, they were so similar that they could even be considered one spell.

He took out his wand and tapped his glasses, "Waterproof and moistureproof!" The water automatically avoided the lenses, and his vision became clear.

"The rain won't be a hindrance anymore!" Harry thanked Felix excitedly, feeling that he had a better chance of winning today.

Felix said: "Don't thank me, it was Granger who asked me two days ago about the waterproof spell, and I told her, but I might have met you earlier."

Harry was about to look back and thank Hermione, but a question popped into his mind: "Professor Hepp, haven't you mastered this spell? But you just said you were thinking about rain protection—" He paused, not sure. said: "Wind protection?"

"Yeah," Felix said. "It's expected to be windy on the Quidditch pitch today."

"Then have you come up with a solution?"

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

"Experienced?" Harry tried his best, his stomach began to growl. "Is it the Iron Charm? Did I just hit the Iron Charm?" That was all he could think of.

"That's right," Felix glanced at him approvingly, "The Iron Armor Spell is invisible and intangible, but it can defend against both magical and physical attacks. Although it's not very powerful... But obviously, it can protect against wind. ."

This sounds a bit unbelievable. Harry never thought about the use of the Iron Armor Charm. Would a normal person think of this?

"Harry, I said that when you are skilled enough with a spell, you can adjust the effect of the spell according to your own ideas." Felix said, a transparent spherical barrier suddenly expanded with him as the center, almost almost Stick to the tip of Harry's nose.

Harry looked at the so-called "Iron Charm" in amazement, and he could even see the surface of the sphere glowing brightly, and the rain hitting it, making little ripples.

He reached out and poked, the spherical barrier slightly dented, and immediately flicked his fingers away.

"So - you've succeeded now?" Harry asked, in his opinion, it was obvious that he had succeeded by transforming the Iron Armor Charm that blocked a small area in front of him into a large colorless and transparent sphere.

Felix tilted his head and motioned him to continue watching. The colorless and transparent spherical magic barrier began to sag inward, fitting him more and more and getting closer and closer to a human shape.

At the end, it was as if he had put a humanoid air hood on the outside.

Felix said regretfully: "I just tried to deform the Iron Armor and stick it thinly on the outside of my clothes. Maybe it can be called a Humanoid Iron Armor? But unfortunately... this technique is quite difficult, and it doesn't take half an hour. can be done."

Originally, this chapter should have been published yesterday, but it was too late when it was written, so I moved it to this morning, just in time to finish this episode.