A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The quarrel with Draco Malfoy made Harry temporarily put aside the panic in his heart, but Professor Haipu seemed to be deliberately struggling with them, and said leisurely: "Time is not always sufficient, children, you need to hurry up. ."

The crowd spread out further, everyone leaning against each other like headless flies.

"Which magic text have you mastered?"

"Light, flame, and cutting--what about you--"

"I only have light and livestock."

Time is pressing, they only say the main meaning of the magic text, which is the core meaning. Fortunately, everyone has the same idea. Until Harry completed a set of exchanges, he didn't understand the name of the guy on the other side and which college it was from.

He found that it didn't seem to be that difficult, so for the next three times, he deliberately looked for someone who was alone and didn't know to exchange, but he finally remembered to ask the name politely. As for the college, everyone tacitly saved it.

When he told Ron halfway about his feelings, Ron stared, "You don't think people don't know who you are, Harry?"

Harry patted his forehead. He hadn't thought about the problem at all. He saw Hermione appear with joy and grabbed her, "How much did you change?"

"Fifteen," Hermione said happily, "the secret is to find older girls who are friendly and have less overlap with your knowledge—wait!"

Hermione’s eyes lit up, and she walked proudly to Fanny Greenland, whispering something, her face was bright, Harry looked aside for a long time, and finally found that the two seemed to be in the corner. Up.

"Are they friends?" Harry asked, knowing that the girl was a Slytherin.

"Typed friendship," Ron said, "Magic puppet battle, or whatever, at least that's what Hermione said."

Felix watched quietly and quickly recorded the students who could be grouped into a group. Although he wanted to break the barriers of the four colleges and promote their exchanges, he was not interested in bringing together people who were completely inappropriate. .

Fortunately, except for a few groups, most people's thoughts are not as strong as they imagined. They just need a suitable excuse. In this way, some of his next arrangements are not obtrusive.

When the last student exchange was completed, at this time, most of the students had already tried to use the Ouroboros Ring to collect the magic symbols. Felix clapped his hands and asked them to stop.

Silently, their seats have changed. They were originally distinct, but now they are scattered.

"Let's talk about how to perceive the structure of an object?

You should have been exposed to other classes, especially the transformation class. Perceiving magic texts is also a similar idea. There are some tricks in it. Let your magic touch it lightly, instead of roughly injecting magic power, it will blow them up.

Imagine raindrops falling in puddles, spreading out ripples. "

Felix's fingertips hit the air, and the air seemed to have a shape, slightly sunken, and then a light blue magic power spread.

"Use your magic to be as subtle as possible without interruption. I want to remind you that this is not a spell—"

"boom!"

A student exploded the magic text, like an orange firework exploded.

"Eddie Camille, listen to me," Felix pulled them into the thinking hut, "practice here for a while, otherwise the magic text you just exchanged will disappear faster than the invisible beast."

After the rally, Felix asked Neville: "Can you keep up with the progress?"

Neville scratched his head. "It's a bit difficult, but it's easier than I thought. I left four magic texts."

After coming out of the thinking cabin, Felix allowed them to analyze the magic texts. The subsequent classroom was like a firework show. However, most people barely found the trick after failing seven or eight times. The skills trained in the cabin are used in reality.

It was the first time for Neville to come. He hadn't learned anything before, and he didn't even master a practical magic text.

"You did a good job, I noticed that you signed up for a duel competition?"

Neville blushed, and he whispered, "I want to try—"

"Well, go, get ready, I remember Potter and the others have a duel self-study group, which may be helpful to you." Felix suggested.

Neville raised his head and told him: "I'm already a regular member of it, and my coma spell works well."

"Fixed members?" Felix asked puzzledly.

"Uh... Harry doesn't prohibit others from participating. Many students have come to play once or twice, and they will also take the initiative to invite some senior students."

"People who come often will be given a copper Nat. As long as Nat gets hot, it means there is activity." Neville took out a coin from his pocket, Felix glanced at it and laughed dumbfounded. This was not made by himself before. Fenat?

Except the above pattern was changed to a lion head.

With the deepening of the teaching content of the Mowen club, some students have been unable to keep up and chose to quit voluntarily-this is also no way, because when selecting members, he has only seven qualified members, so he had to Relax conditions.

Some people are actually not prepared to invest a lot of time and energy, and when the freshness is over, they choose to leave. Before leaving, they returned the Tong Nath, which was used to inform the meeting time.

These things are of no use to him. Felix didn't even add the most basic protection magic when he made it. In fact, it was a transitional item. It has now been changed to the Ring of Ouroboros.

He casually put Fenat in the abandoned area, ready to find time to dispose of it. Now it seems that my assistant should have discovered them, and have studied them in private...

Gryffindor common room.

Harry told Ron and Hermione about the accident that he had gone to Professor Lupin's office yesterday to practice the patron saint.

Hermione screamed, "You saw Fudi—you saw the mysterious man?" Others in the lounge looked over, and she covered her mouth: "How is this possible? Didn't you say you are afraid of dementors?"

"I thought it was too," Harry said fearfully. "Professor Lupin found a Bogut in the faculty lounge. He said there are ways to fool Bogut, but I refused."

"I really thought I was most afraid of the dementors, but Bogut became Voldemort stuck on the back of Quirrell's head, and then he became a basilisk..."

Ron said incredulously: "It must be faint~www.novelmt.com~ How can anyone have the two things they fear most?"

Harry explained, "Professor Lupin said that this is possible, but it is generally the same type of fear. For example, if you are afraid of spiders, Bogut may switch between different spider forms. This situation is rare for me. Professor Lupin guessed that it might be that Bogut couldn't find anything that would make me lose my mind, so he could only take turns—" He said, he grinned.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "I think it might be the influence of the dementor doll... how many times have you played with it?"

Ron emphasized, "That's not for fun, Hermione. We are adapting ourselves to the feeling of facing a dementor, you see, Harry is not so scared now."

Hermione snorted, and she asked Harry, "But how do you practice the Patronus Charm?"

"Professor Lupin lied to Bogut temporarily and made him think that the thing I fear most was the Dementor, but he asked me to bring the Dementor doll to him next time..."

Harry shrugged. "The professor said he had never heard anything like that."