A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Perhaps Professor Luping...hiss~"

The sudden cold wind got into Ron's neckline, causing him to swallow the rest of the words. He looked at the window of the lounge, and carefully picked up a piece of broken glass: "There is a hole broken here, has no one repaired it?"

Hermione said impatiently, "It's just a spell, please do it."

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

Harry did not continue this topic, nor did he tell Ron the fact that he threw Crookshanks out of his bed two or three times. In his thoughts, the cat seemed to be particularly attached to the smell of spots, even after he disappeared. Come to stop by, maybe he just regretted not having a snack?

However, Harry couldn't guarantee that if Scabbard was still there, he would be irritated to suddenly become a dark wizard, ‘maybe he just couldn’t stand the harassment of Crookshanks before leaving. He thought, in a way, this cat saved him and Ron.

Harry took off his clothes while looking for new topics. "By the way, what did you just want to say?"

Ron put down his shoes, and frowned, thinking about it carefully: "I wanted to say, maybe Professor Lupin was going to replace Bogut with your Dementor doll."

After a few seconds, Harry suddenly realized that, he said excitedly: "You are right, Professor Haipu wrote on the card, the doll can help me, I thought it could be used to overcome my contemplation. Strange fear, to avoid the accident of the Quidditch match from happening again, now it seems that Professor Haipu 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, when he saw this thing for the first time, he almost went paralyzed..."

Even though Ron was a bit exaggerated, Harry couldn't help but laugh, especially thinking of Wood, who was sturdy in shape, shrank himself in the back of the chair like a kitten.

After a bed, Neville said sleepily, "Harry? What happened?"

"It's nothing, hurry up and go to bed." He said hastily.

Lying on the bed, Harry thought hopefully, hoping that he would not miss the next Quidditch training, just like Hermione had never missed any elective class-it was amazing, but he only wanted results.

...

In the following days, apart from attending classes and going to the library every day, Felix studied the meditation basin borrowed from Dumbledore, and for a long time worked out the teaching steps of ancient magic-lighting.

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

The only consequence of this out-of-control magic is to drain the mana of the reckless learner. Compared with the examples of those who were eaten back by spells, burned to a pile of ashes, or drained of water and turned into corpses, it was really too friendly.

Felix intends to separate this ancient magic, integrate the knowledge into the next assembly, and teach it after the exams of this semester.

In addition, the communication between him and Nick LeMay resumed again. Although the two communicated only through photos, he keenly perceives that Nick LeMay’s words are full of vigor. He couldn't help but sink in his heart, Dumbledore. The words resurfaced again: Nick’s wife may not be able to survive this winter...

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

Maybe after the summer vacation, he can discuss with Nick Lemay and stay with him for a while.

During this period, Mondungus contacted him several times and sent a few old alchemy products. He also took out an exquisite silverware. Felix judged from the workmanship that the silverware came from the hands of fairies. Things have always been valuable. It can be seen that the owner often plays with them. Felix guessed that it might come from a certain pure-blood family.

Mondungus asked tentatively if he wanted more. He had a stable supply, which made Felix more sure. He couldn't help feeling that the pure blood family also had some glamorous appearances, and secretly they started selling products.

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

"This competition will be as close to reality as possible. The venue is not an arena. Under the research of several professors, we decided to make full use of classroom No.7. Yes, it was changed from the practice classroom of ancient magic lessons."

"There is still a month left before the duel competition officially starts. You can make adequate preparations."

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

Neville's heart was pounding. This was the first time he had won straightforwardly. He grinned as Harry gave him a thumbs up. When Seamus Finnigan was awakened, he exaggeratedly hammered Neville's chest, "Hey man, did you take some powerful medicine?"

Although everyone was happy for Neville's progress, his changes also gave many people a sense of crisis. The most intuitive thing was that the duel self-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 look more tragic.

Harry hesitated, but he still obeyed. He pointed his wand at Ron and shouted, "Quick imprisonment!" A magical string wrapped around him, binding him from head to toe, Luo En "bang" on the mat~www.novelmt.com~ He ran over, lifted the spell, picked up Ron, and asked in a low voice, "Are you coming?"

"Come on, I want to feel your magic a few more times-hiss~" Ron grinned, "Did your magic mutate? I feel that my **** is pierced by a spike."

The students around them stepped back together, and several girls-Lavender Brown and Parvati Petir looked at them with disgust.

Harry explained in a panic: "No, he should have swollen skin, which is why he has a tingling sensation. I have experienced—" He stopped, feeling darker and darker.

Now, even Ginny's eyes looked strange at him.

Harry gave up the explanation dejectedly, 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 can check, there are absolutely no spikes..."