A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"It's still a talent."

Felix thought this as he watched Eddie Camille show off his new rune on Saturday morning.

Eddie held a cluster of small flames in his hand, showed it to others, then closed his palms dramatically, and slowly spread his hands amid the exclamations of the crowd, and an orange-red rune symbol kept flashing.

"Look, this is Fire Rune, do you want to learn it?" he said mysteriously to his companion, "Just two silver coins."

...

Felix came out of the auditorium, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Professor, we made an appointment—" Harry breathed.

Felix looked at them: "I also want to inform you later with the Patronus, okay, come with me."

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

"There are a lot of hidden rooms in the castle, some of them are magical enough to be unaffected by the Anti-Apparition Spell, the Chamber of Secrets is one, and it's one here," Felix explained.

"In the history of Hogwarts, a lot of people have used it unintentionally - when they needed it most, but then they found out that they couldn't get in, so they gave it a name, Flying House. , or the House of Demand."

The three chanted the name.

"But in fact, it has always been here, or rather, it is a fixed entrance." Speaking of which, Felix was a little stunned. The Room of Requirement was embedded in Hogwarts' magical defense system, and it has always been Relying on the magic of the castle to maintain its operation.

And as far as he knew, the door to the Room of Requirement could be opened anywhere in the castle. If he could borrow this power, would he be able to avoid the restrictions of the Anti-Apparition Charm?

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 it three times, and a door will appear on the wall, just like..."

He stopped because a silver-white door really appeared on the wall, and when the door opened, a drunken woman came out, it was Sybill Trelawney.

Felix had to sigh about his luck. It seemed that the two met in front of the Room of Requirement for the second time. The first time was when Trelawney came out of the office to hide the wine bottle. He casually asked for some information about the Room of Requirement. The second time—that is, now, they ran into each other face to face.

"Felix...Happ?" Trelawney stared at him for a long time before recognizing him, "You, uh...hic~"

Felix took two steps back. "Professor Trelawney, you're drunk. It's morning."

"Does it matter? Anyway—I'm out of class again!" She took two lopsided steps, her eyes falling on Hermione, "Son, I see you again, I expected, uh, You will leave, leave forever..."

Hermione said sternly, "You should have pointed out my name, Professor Trelawney."

Felix blinked. He happened to know about this. His assistant took the initiative to withdraw from the divination class some time ago. He guessed that it might be because her grades in this class were really not outstanding, and she was not even as good as those Make up nonsense.

Before that, Trelawney had casually said a vague "prophecy" in class: Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever~

It's hard to say whether the two are related.

Trelawney seemed to wake up. She pulled up the scarf on her body, and the shiny beads on it were clinking: "Tianmu may be a burden, I don't want to make myself look different, you know..." She Slowly left.

"Oh, yes." Trelawney turned around. "Honey, what you're worried about will happen in April."

Harry and Ron looked at her suspiciously, and Ron took a deep breath and asked softly, "Who is she talking about?"

Hermione said sharply: "There are four of us. Whoever had a little accident in April, we will know who she is talking about."

Felix said in a relaxed tone: "I will attend the Merlin Medal awarding ceremony in early April. I don't know if Sybil is referring to this... To be honest, I'm not very worried."

They entered the Room of Requirement, which was a large, empty classroom with fifty-foot ceilings and a hairless floor, painted in different colors, like colored grids.

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

"Professor, what am I going to do?" When things came to a close, Harry was suddenly a little nervous. He held his wand and put on a silly pose. Hermione and Ron were glad they didn't have to try it today.

"Using what you learned in the anonymous book," Felix said. "I've taught everything that should be taught. Plus, your paper is excellent."

"Really?" Harry was a little embarrassed, but he did feel a burst of relief and pleasure, he didn't know if it was the professor comforting him, but he decided to go with that feeling.

"While Apparition is more difficult the farther away, 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 encouraged: "You can close your eyes and listen to me read a guide sentence: Imagine you are in the warm sunshine... You hear the birdsong, you smell the flowers, you are very relaxed now, Stay that way, imagine the grid of number seven, think as clearly as you can, what does it look like? Now you start to mobilize the magic, and suddenly you have a strong desire to occupy the space in front of you, you have Can't wait... just now!"

"boom!"

There was a crackling sound in the air, like a fireworks, and Ron and Hermione were startled to see that Harry had disappeared, then appeared on the edge of the red checkered number seven.

Harry lost his balance and fell forward, and he quickly reached out to support the ground so as not to embarrass himself. He gasped excitedly, looking down at his feet, "I, I succeeded—"

"It's great," Felix said. "Next, let's try again. This time, there's no guide, you do it yourself."

Harry was full of confidence, and he stared at the original position - the white square with the number one written on it, goal, determination, calm...

He closed his eyes and felt light and airy, did he succeed? He didn't hear a sound, opened his eyes, and found himself still where he was.

"Try again, Harry, it feels important."

The third time still failed, he was a little restless, the fourth time, the fifth time——

"boom!"

Hermione let out a scream, Harry opened his eyes, and he found himself in square one, with the only problem - his right leg was still twenty feet away.

He thought he would panic and faint with fear, but he didn't, except because Professor Hepp was here, and another reason was that he had experienced the split too many times in the untitled book.

"Split, it's normal." Felix walked to Harry calmly and waved his wand. After a burst of purple smoke dissipated, Harry sat on the ground panting and sweating on his face.

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

"Go on," Harry grinned, "Professor, I'm getting a little bit of special training."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

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

"boom!"

"puff!"

"Yes, you are getting more and more proficient, have you noticed that the sound when casting spells has become smaller, we are on the right path!"

Ron and Hermione were as quiet as two quails, and Hermione whispered, "Is this the special training Harry mentioned? Just, just..."

"It's like masochism, doesn'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..."

After half an hour, "Let's take a break for a while and have something to eat." Felix stopped Harry from continuing to practice Apparation. He looked at the empty room and said precisely and clearly: "I I need a table and four chairs."

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

Felix winked at them: "I'm showing you a demonstration. You may need it later. In fact, just recite the request in your heart." Large jug of fresh orange juice.

Harry walked over lightly, his legs limp, as if stepping on cotton. He slumped on the sofa chair, his whole body weak.

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

"Professor, if I'm going to practice Apparition, should I do the same?" Hermione asked timidly.

"You are different from Harry," Felix said. "He feels that you are more rational, so for you, it is more suitable for you to think and practice, sum up the pros and cons of each spell casting."

"Hermione is the smartest witch I know," Harry said, looking up, and Ron agreed.

"It's not about being smart, Harry," Felix said softly. "Everyone is good at different things, and some people learn magic more by intuition, like you, you can use it as a gift."

Ron said thoughtfully: "I think I also rely on intuition, no, I rely on experience. Many of my magics are learned from personal experience, such as confinement spells, stun spells, disarming spells..."

Felix looked at Ron strangely. He heard Hermione mention that Ron created an original "experiential learning method", using his own body to experience the effect of the spell, and then the speed of learning the spell was greatly accelerated.

The most outrageous one was when he was learning the Imprisonment Spell. He asked Harry to bind him more than 20 times. As a result, before the end of the duel study that day, he successfully released the magic rope as thick as a finger.

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

Felix guessed that either Ron really had the talent of 'masochism to grow', or his potential was more than that, but he couldn't show it on weekdays, so he subconsciously found such an outrageous reason for himself .