A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 177: Harry’s special training
"Potter, wake up! Potter..."
Harry slowly opened his eyes, the light from the torch was a little dazzling, making Professor Haipu's shadow a little blurry.
For a moment, his expression was a little dazed.
He got up from the ground and straightened his glasses, "What's wrong with me?"
"It's normal to be tired and tired." Felix looked at him, "Come here first today, let's go up and have something to eat. I also want to make your special training plan."
Harry felt very uncomfortable, his limbs were weak, and his whole body was light.
He staggered up the stairs after Felix, stomach churning.
It wasn't until he drank a large glass of juice and ate two pies that he felt alive again and was in the mood to think about some problems.
"Professor, you said that this phenomenon is normal. Do you have a similar experience? Also, you told me that the period after the magic riot is very suitable for practicing magic spells, and this is your personal experience... "
Harry's speech slowed down, and he thought of Hermione's emotional sympathy for Professor Hemp.
The background at that time was that the news of the dueling club was released, and the topic of everyone's discussion revolved around the word "duel". Professor Haipu's "brilliant experience" was brought up again, but all the boys wanted to replace him with their own bodies, and the little witches looked adoring or sympathetic to his unfair treatment in school .
And Hermione is one of them.
At that time, Harry couldn't understand her train of thought, but now, he suddenly understood a little bit.
Facing his question, Felix said briefly: "Indeed..."
What exactly? Harry was still thinking about it as he lay in his own bed.
The next morning, Harry was awakened by Dobby's knock on the door. He opened the door in a daze.
"Hurry up, Potter, we have a heavy task today."
Harry felt a novel experience, similar to the feeling he felt when he was a guest at the Burrow and was woken up by Mrs. Weasley. Few adults intervened in his life to remind him when it was time to brush his teeth—if you didn't count the Dursleys' angry rants at him.
The whole morning, they all huddled in the basement, and he kept casting the disarming spell. In the words of Professor Haipu, "We want to maximize the benefits, and you will find that at the student stage, one trick is popular all over the world." .”
He felt like he was going to throw up, but Professor Hemp went out of his way to point out his mistakes and spent a lot of time explaining the advanced techniques of the spell.
"You have to imagine yourself as a duelist, or a new Auror. Your magic is very active, you can feel it, mobilize it, and thus control it, let the magic come out of your head." Felix said, he Cast a Sense Charm on Harry.
"Also this is a good time to learn the silent casting of the Disarming Charm."
"There is also the magic theory part. I will only explain the ones that are most related to the disarming spell. It may not be useful for you to learn other spells, but we need to speed up the time. I want to see how far you will reach."
Harry found that when he was in the basement, Professor Haip always seemed unreasonable. He would wake himself up on the ground again and again without even a second of delay, but after the special training Besides, he would take himself to the Florin Cold Drink Shop, or stand with him outside the window of the Quidditch broom boutique store, staring at the latest Firebolt sample in a daze.
Of course, Harry guessed that the broom was definitely not what Professor Haip had in mind, because once again, after he was in a daze for two minutes, he asked himself when he used the Disarming Charm, "Is there a refreshing feeling? It's like you were born with this spell."
At the time, his answer was a bit sloppy, and he couldn't remember whether it was "somewhat similar" or an unmodest "that's it".
They also met Neville Longbottom, a schoolmate of his, a round-faced, forgetful boy. He was with his grandmother, who looked terrifying, holding a large red handbag in one hand, and was yelling at Neville.
Harry wanted to run away because he had impersonated Neville's name while riding the Knight Bus, and he hoped Neville's grandmother would never find out.
But Neville saw Harry and waved to him excitedly: "Harry, Harry! It's great to meet you, I lost the book list."
Harry hurriedly borrowed a piece of parchment from Professor Haip, and wrote the name of the new textbook on it.
"Ah, you are Harry Potter, Neville and I mentioned you, a good boy, very talented. You taught him the Disarming Charm, he said you learned quickly, unlike him ..." Neville's grandmother tightly clenched her handbag, her eyebrows were knit together, "This child has not inherited his parents' talent, and I was always worried before he received the notice."
Neville looked at Harry secretly with a sullen face, but Harry didn't dare to speak. This old woman is really scary, but what he didn't expect was that the silent Professor Haip said: : "Neville Longbottom, I saw you on the course selection list, I am very glad that you will choose my course."
"Are you a professor at Hogwarts?" asked Neville's grandmother.
"Felix Haip, I teach ancient runes, ma'am."
"I've heard of your name, Mr. Haipe, and I admire your courage very much. Not everyone dares to face a despicable pure-blood family," she pointed at Neville proudly, "just like his parents , During the war years, I have always stood on the front line of resisting Voldemort's rule, even if I was tortured by some scum..."
She wiped the corners of her eyes and left with Neville.
Neville mouthed Harry: See you on the train. Immediately, he was dragged away.
"What happened to Neville's parents?" Harry asked, watching his back.
Felix replied: "I don't know too well, I should have died in the battle with the Death Eaters."
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One week passed in the blink of an eye, and Professor Haipu showed him a stack of thick forms.
"These are the data from my practice of the Disarming Charm?" Harry asked in surprise, pointing to the thick parchment.
"There's no need to make a fuss, let me tell you a secret, that's why I'm so successful in the Muggle world!" Felix joked.
Harry looked at the curve above, taking ten castings as a unit, his progress was not obvious, but if taking a hundred castings as a unit, his progress speed was a bit unbelievable.
"Interesting, isn't it? Nobody's ever worked on this," Felix said briskly.
"Professor Haip, my Disarming Curse has reached level four?" Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes as he looked at the notes on the parchment, which seemed to be the level of Aurors after working for a few years.
"Ah, do you still remember its division?" Felix said, "To a certain extent, this requirement is indeed met. You can flexibly control the power of the disarming spell and make more detailed operations, such as Drawing an arc, casting spells silently..."
Harry was so happy that he ate ten strawberry ice creams in a row, and he felt hearty and happy from head to toe. But Professor Haipu quickly poured a bucket of cold water——
"There is only one spell, Potter, if you want to go deeper in the field of dueling, you must consider establishing your own fighting style in due course."
"Battle style?"
"For example, which spell is the core——"
"Disarming Charm!" Harry said without thinking.
"...don't make a decision lightly. In addition, there are supporting spell systems, such as: what spells do you use for defense and what spells for attack; You have to think about these things clearly."
"Not to mention the battle pace, on-the-spot judgment, plan rehearsal, etc."
"Of course, there is also targeted knowledge. Well, maybe I have too high requirements for you, which has surpassed the level of ordinary Aurors."
Harry excitedly took out his notebook and wrote it down: "It's okay, you can speak as comprehensively as possible." He had an idea, imitating Hermione's tone and said: "Professor, I actually want to write a related paper!"
"...very good, I'll watch it."
He was relieved that Professor Hemp hadn't allowed him to continue casting the Disarming Charm for a few days before school started~IndoMTL.com~ He finally got his hands on the second spell.
"Potter --"
"Professor, you can call me Harry." Harry said nervously. He practiced in the mirror several times in the morning just to say this sentence.
After a moment of silence on the other side, when he was a little annoyed at his recklessness, Felix said: "Okay, Harry, I will call you that in private."
"Your Disarming Curse is hard to improve in a short period of time, even if I have all-round support for you--"
"Professor, I'm quite satisfied." Harry said contentedly, he had changed drastically, at least he didn't think it would be a problem to beat Malfoy and his two followers.
He saw Professor Haipu smiling at him, "I also obtained the test data I wanted, and the activity of your magic power is gradually returning to normal. I have tried to prolong this process as much as possible, but unfortunately, I still have to It cannot violate the objective law."
"In the next day or two, we will suddenly learn some spells, and the effect will be three to five times faster than your usual."
Harry nodded hurriedly.
[Information about Floo Powder & Floo Network]
Every time the protagonist uses floo powder, readers will have questions, so I will explain it in a unified way.
The following is what I saw in the book:
1. The Floo network is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, but there are cases of private connections (Sirius connected to the Gryffindor common room);
2. There should be no restrictions on the public fireplaces in Diagon Alley (parents can come to purchase); the public fireplaces in the Ministry of Magic are only for internal staff (guests generally use telephone booths);
3. The management of the Floo network is not strict, so Arthur Weasley asked a colleague to steal permission and connect to the fireplace at Dursley's house;
There is also a possibility, lying on the fireplace, poking his head over to ask the owner opposite, and then use floo powder after obtaining permission.
Above.