A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Perhaps Professor Lupin...hi~"

The cold wind that suddenly blew into Ron's neckline made him swallow the rest of the words. He looked at the window of the lounge and carefully picked up a piece of broken glass: "There's a hole here, no one will fix it?"

Hermione said impatiently, "It's just a spell, please move your hands."

When returning to the bedroom, Ron said to Harry, "Maybe it's her cat, I think it's a little weird, especially the look in my eyes..."

Harry didn't go on the subject, or tell Ron the fact that he had thrown Crookshanks out of his bed two or three times. In his mind, the cat seemed to be particularly fond of Scabbers, even after he disappeared. Come by, maybe it's just a pity that it didn't get a snack?

Harry couldn't guarantee, though, that if Scabbers was still around, he would have been stimulated to suddenly become a dark wizard, 'Maybe he just couldn't stand the harassment of Crookshanks and left. ' He thought, in a way, that the cat saved him and Ron's lives.

Harry looked for a new topic while undressing, "By the way, what did you just say?"

Ron put down his shoe and frowned, thinking carefully, "I was thinking at the time that maybe Professor Lupin was going to replace Boggart with your Dementor doll."

After a few seconds, Harry suddenly came to his senses, and he said excitedly: "You're right, Professor Hepp wrote on the card, the doll can help me, I thought I could use it to overcome my psychic urges. Strange fear, to avoid the accident of Quidditch from happening again, and now it seems that Professor Hepp 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 paralyzed when he saw this thing for the first time..."

Even if Ron was exaggerating, Harry couldn't help laughing, especially when he thought of the stocky Wood slumped into the back of his chair like a kitten.

Across the bed, Neville said sleepily, "Harry? What happened?"

"It's nothing, just go to sleep." He said quickly.

Lying in bed, Harry thought hopefully, that he wouldn't miss the next Quidditch training, just like Hermione never missed a single elective - amazing, but he just wanted results.

...

In the following days, in addition to taking classes every day, going to the library, and studying the Pensieve borrowed from Dumbledore, Felix spent a long time sorting out the teaching steps of ancient magic-illumination.

This is the final reward he prepared for the club. Although this magic can only be regarded as an infinitely enhanced version of fluorescent flickering, it is satisfactory in terms of effect and safety.

The only consequence of this magic getting out of control is to drain the mana of the reckless learner. Compared with the examples of being backed up by spells, burned to ashes, or drained and turned into mummified corpses, it is really too friendly.

Felix intends to take this ancient magic apart and integrate the knowledge into the next assembly, which will be taught after the exams this semester.

In addition, the communication between him and Nick Lemay resumed again. Although the two only communicated through photos, he was keenly aware that Nick Lemay's words were full of twilight, and he couldn't help his heart sinking. Dumbledore The words resurfaced: Nick's wife may not survive the winter...

But Nick Lemay avoided talking about it, and he could only pretend not to know to avoid opening the old man's scar.

Maybe in the summer, he could discuss with Nick Lemay and live with him for a while.

During this period, Mundungus contacted him several times and sent some ancient alchemy products. He also took out a fine silverware. Felix judged from the workmanship that the silverware came from the hands of goblins. Things have always been valuable. It can be seen that the owner often plays with it. Felix guesses that it may be from a pure-blooded family.

Mundungs ​​tentatively asked if he wanted more. He had a stable supply of goods, which made Felix more confirmed. He couldn't help feeling that the pure blood family also had some bright surfaces, and secretly began to sell them.

In the first dueling class in January, Felix explained the rules of small dueling competitions and arranged for some senior students to demonstrate, except that black magic, semi-permanent transformation, high-risk curses and potions are not allowed. , and there are not too many restrictions.

"This competition will be as close to reality as possible. The venue is not a ring. After the research of several professors, we decided to make full use of the No. 7 classroom. Yes, it was changed from the practice classroom of the ancient rune class."

"There is still a month before the duel competition officially starts, and you can make adequate preparations."

In this duel class, apart from the news revealed by Felix, the most eye-catching was Neville. His silent stun spell successfully knocked down several opponents, which shocked those who knew him.

Neville's heart was pounding, his first clean win, and he grinned as Harry gave him a thumbs-up. After Seamus Finnigan was awakened, he exaggeratedly slapped Neville's chest, "Hey man, did you take some kind of drug?"

Although everyone is happy for Neville's progress, his changes have also made many people feel a sense of crisis. The most intuitive is that the duel study group formed by Harry, Ron and Hermione became 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 even more tragic.

Harry hesitated, but obeyed, pointing his wand at Ron and shouting, "Quickly imprison!" A magic string wrapped around him, tying him from head to toe. En "bang" on the mat.

He ran over, lifted the spell, picked Ron up, and asked in a low voice, "Are you coming back?"

"Come on, I'm going to feel your magic a few more times—hmm~" Ron grinned, "Did your magic mutate, I feel like my ass was pierced by a spike."

The students surrounding them all took a step back, and several girls - Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil looked at them with disgust.

Harry explained in a panic, "No, his skin is probably swollen, that's why he has the tingling, I've experienced—" He stopped, feeling himself getting darker and darker.

Now, even Ginny looked at him strangely.

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

"Wait--"

"boom!"

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