A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry woke up early from bed.

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

Harry closed his eyes again, but felt a chill in the back of his neck, ‘is there a leak in the window? ’After turning this thought in his mind a few times, he turned his head abruptly and saw Pippi’s annoying face.

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

Pippi puffed his cheeks and blew it twice, so that Harry got up and sat up, and took out his wand from the pillow, and Pippi flew away like a puffed ball.

The farce made Harry completely sleepless. He glanced at the others, who were still asleep. Harry opened the door, and a **** figure passed by his feet and was subconsciously caught in his hand.

"Crookshanks?" Harry looked at the cat in his hand. Its face looked like it had been slapped. There was always an inexplicable ferocity. "Ron was right to guard you." He closed the door and slapped it. It was thrown on the edge of the spiral staircase. "Go ahead, don't make a stray idea. Hermione quarreled with Ron several times for you."

Crookshanks glanced at him disdainfully, turned and slipped away.

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

"—With the disarming curse as the core, um—at least it must be silent, wandless, and...concealed," Harry bit the quill and thought for a long time, then wrote: "Defense is also very important, fight for it. Practice the iron armor curse to the same level as the disarming curse."

After thinking about it, he crossed out the last sentence and changed it to "Able to use it proficiently and reach the level of a third-level spell."

"Other spells are supplemented. Face enemies at a distance. Use-use the imprisonment spell to get the upper hand. Therefore, the silent spell is a must." Harry stained the ink again, "Concentrate the dominant spell and attack quickly-but if Block it, it means, what does it mean?"

Harry scratched his head and flipped through the notes next to him. These were the words of Professor Haipu he had recorded during the summer special training. Turning a few pages, he brightened his eyes and quickly wrote, "--it means that the enemy is not mediocre. You must set your mind and fight steadily. This shows the advantage of mastering enough spells to find the weak points of the enemy!"

Harry stopped and began to ponder the meaning of this passage.

Professor Haipu said that his current level is far less than that of the senior Auror. Although his disarming spell is not much worse in power, the difference in experience is vastly different.

He may be able to confuse the enemy with a young face and turn a master in the cold, but if the opponent is prepared, the battle can be resolved in a minute or two-he is the one that has been resolved.

Harry thought for a while, what should he do if he encounters an enemy that the Disarming Curse cannot deal with, such as Sirius Black or Snape?

After thinking about it for a long time, it turned out that there was no way. If the disarming spell is useless, the coma, imprisonment, and freezing spells he masters are even less effective.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little discouraged.

"Blake was a genius when he was in school, and he has experienced wars after graduation. His only weakness may be that he was imprisoned by Azkaban for twelve years, and was tortured by dementors so mindless..."

Harry heard Hermione explain that dementors are very disgusting dark creatures. Anyone who comes close to them will feel cold and rigid thinking. Then happiness will be absorbed, depression, and even the sense of resistance will begin to weaken, and finally Be reduced to a meal on the plate for a dementor, and the soul is sucked away.

He proved the credibility of Hermione's information with his own experience.

Harry shuddered. He remembered the name Hermione mentioned—Dementor's Kiss. ​​"It's so evil."

After two or three hours, Harry finally finished editing the paper under the faint light of the lounge, "This is the most serious paper I have written so far." He said with emotion.

Harry packed up his things and looked at the sky. During the time he was writing the paper, not only did the storm not abate, it became more violent, but there was a faint light on the horizon.

He pinched the food and walked towards the auditorium.

There was no one in the auditorium, and Harry was about to pick a middle position. Looking outside, he saw a familiar figure.

It's Professor Haipu!

He was wearing a dark robe, and he was standing in the rain. If it hadn't been for a flash of lightning, Harry would not have been able to see it clearly.

"Does the professor have anything to worry about? It would never be like Wood, who deliberately tortured himself in order to experience extreme environments?" Harry put his hood on his head and walked out of the auditorium.

When he approached Professor Haipu, he just wanted to say hello, only to find that he had hit something. He was biased by a force and fell into the mud.

"Ouch! Pooh!"

There was mud on Harry's mouth and glasses, but he was full of curiosity now that he didn't meet the professor.

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

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

Felix laughed, "It's not that you haven't stood firm... it's me. I was just thinking about how to prevent rain and wind."

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

"Waterproof and moisture-proof and water and fire are not invaded. The former has a better insulation effect on water and fog." Felix said, he looked at Harry's embarrassed look, and took out the wand with his backhand and put it on him.

A large mist of water evaporated from Harry's body, and his body was warm, and then he saw the water slip off his body and clothes, as if he had been brushed with a layer of oil or something, and even a drop of rain would not touch him. On him.

Harry asked Felix about these two spells. In fact, they were very similar and could even be regarded as one spell.

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

"This rain will never be a hindrance anymore!" Harry thanked Felix excitedly. He felt that he was more confident of winning today.

Felix said: "Don't thank me. Granger asked me two days ago about any waterproof spells. I also told her, but I might have met you in advance."

Harry was ready to turn around and thank Hermione very much, but a question popped up in his heart: "Professor Haipu, haven't you mastered this spell? But you just said that you are thinking about rain protection—" He paused, not sure. Said: "Windproof?"

"Yes," Felix said. "It can be expected that the wind on the Quidditch court will be very strong today."

"Then have you figured out a way?"

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

"Experienced it?" Harry used his brains desperately, his stomach began to growl, "Is it an iron curse? It was an iron curse that I just hit?" He could only think of this.

"Yes," Felix glanced at him approvingly. "The Iron Armor Curse is invisible and innocent, but it can defend against both magical and physical attacks. Although it is not powerful... but it is obviously windproof. ."

This sounded a little bit weird. Harry had never thought that Iron Armor had such a use. Would normal people think of this?

"Harry, I said ~www.novelmt.com~ When you are proficient with a spell, you can adjust the effect of the spell according to your own ideas." Felix said, a transparent spherical barrier suddenly used him as The center swelled, almost touching the tip of Harry's nose.

Harry looked at this so-called "Iron Armor Curse" in surprise, and he could even see the light shining from the surface of the sphere, and the rain crashed on it, splashing little ripples.

He reached out and poked, the spherical barrier was slightly sunken, and he flicked his fingers away.

"So—you have succeeded now?" Harry asked, in his opinion, changing the Iron Armor curse that was blocking a small area in front of him into a large colorless and transparent ball, which was obviously a success.

Felix tilted his head and motioned him to continue to look. The colorless transparent spherical magic barrier began to dent inward, becoming closer to him, and getting closer to a human shape.

In the end, it was as if he had put on a human-shaped air hood outside.

Felix said regretfully: "I just tried to deform the iron armor curse and stick it thinly on the outside of my clothes. Maybe it could be called a humanoid iron armor curse? But it's a pity... this technique has a certain degree of difficulty, not in half an hour. It can be done."