A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 430: Short victory

Getting out of Flitwick's office, Felix found a chance to be alone with Snape.

"So... Barty Crouch Jr. wasn't going to poison us all in secret?" Felix asked. He actually wanted to know what Barty Crouch Jr. made in the secret room What kind of potion.

"Then he must be careful enough to avoid hundreds of pairs of eyes in the kitchen." Snape squinted and said, "It's a kind of emergency potion that keeps the dying alive, I recognize The blood of unicorns and a variety of highly poisonous materials came out, as well as an unknown type of snake venom."

"Sounds like a curse?"

"Almost, the process is extremely painful, but the effect is obvious, isn't it?" Snape said, opening the office door. His office is unchanged, dimly lit, and the shelves against the wall are full of glass specimen jars to look at.

Felix thought of Voldemort's groans he heard in Crouch's old house, and he almost understood the statement. He looked around and said dissatisfiedly: "I remember I gave you a magic lamp..."

"A qualified pharmacist will not change his life easily," Snape said calmly, his eyes flicking over the row of jars, large and small, by the wall, "and there is a sentence you didn't write about the product introduction Here, the light from the magic lamp has an effect on some dark creatures."

Felix thought about it, and it really is the case. The principle of the magic lamp is to solidify a lighting technique and then release it slowly, and the lighting technique has the effect of breaking the fog and driving away dark creatures.

But this kind of additional effect is not strong, even the lowest level infernal corpse can't be hurt.

"Remus is all right," said Felix.

Snape gave a "tsk" and said slowly: "Unlike werewolves, potion ingredients are very delicate, and they need to be stored with special spells to prevent the loss of magic power. I remember I said this in class Something?"

"A person's energy is limited, and I happen to know you and Belby, so naturally I don't plan to spend too much time on potions. For me, knowing some necessary knowledge is enough, such as how to detoxify." Felix said tactfully: "Why don't we talk about ancient runes?"

Snape glared at him, "I put the magic lamp in the bedroom."

Felix shrugged, and found half a bucket of gray slime in a suspicious corner of the office, sealed with a transparent cover, and bent down to look at it: "Is this collected from snails?"

"It's slightly corrosive, and I haven't found a good way to eliminate it yet." Snape said softly.

Felix blinked, "How about lighting?"

Snape stared, stood on the spot for a long time before saying dryly: "It's...not impossible...it's worth a try..."

Soon, he was taking a few drops of slime from the bucket. When he lifted the lid, the strong smell of rotten fish and rotten shrimp filled the whole room instantly. Felix immediately put a layer of Iron Armor Curse on himself. He had already used this spell to replace the Bubble Curse.

"Need help?" He asked dully through the magic, Snape's face was pale, but his fingers were very steady.

"No," Snape said out of his throat, smelling a trace of temperature, his face turned paler, and his throat couldn't stop wriggling. He quickly closed the lid and magically resealed it, and Felix coordinated a whirlwind out of thin air, throwing the stale air into the office corridor.

Hope there won't be any little wizards passing by who just had dinner.

Snape gasped for breath. Transferring the soggy goo into a small glass vial and snapping the stopper on, he took a deep breath.

On the other side, Felix was already holding a ball of light the size of a ping-pong ball, except for a light white halo on the surface, it did not emit any light, and it looked like a meeting Glowing glass ball.

Snape directed the small glass bottle to float over, while Felix controlled the ball of light to approach, and the ball of light got into the bottle effortlessly, and then he quickly cast a spell on the outer wall of the glass bottle, making the ball of light unable to spill.

Without the constraints of Felix, the light sphere completely expanded, filling the entire inner space

"It doesn't seem to have any effect." After a long time, Snape said uncertainly.

"What effect do you want, sizzle? That's too rough. The light of the lighting technique is very gentle. Even if it is released close to the face, it will at most cause some dizziness and dazzling eyes, and will not damage the eyes." Felix S explained.

He had already sat back on the sofa, picked up a book leisurely, and flipped through it casually: "Wait, let the magic work slowly, sometimes the process of infiltrating the material with magic power may last for a few days." months."

Snape stared at the small glass bottle in his hand for a long time, his eyes suddenly sparkled.

Felix was taken aback, thinking he was going to say something brilliantly mean, but Snape just couldn't wait to say: "Let's try a few more times! Use different conditions and compare them to each other." .”

"Oh..." Felix dragged his voice, he didn't want to see that sticky stuff anymore. "Wait a moment," he muttered, and took out a Ouroboros ring from the ring. Under Snape's strange gaze, a dozen orbs emitting a hazy white light appeared in front of him in a short while.

Then, the Ouroboros ring in his hand suddenly moved, the little snake twisted its body, swallowed the **** of light one by one, and then turned back, hovering in Felix's palm, Transformed into a ring again.

He handed the Ouroboros Ring to Snape, "It can store ancient runes, of course, because its material can effectively isolate the magic power and greatly reduce the overflow of the magic power itself...so Can also be used to store lighting spells."

Snape took it and took a look, "Basilisk scales?"

Felix nodded.

…

When Felix returned to the office, Snuffing Valen immediately pounced on him, grabbing his clothes and was about to climb up, but it stopped abruptly.

It withdrew its two little hands and twitched its nose slightly. The small face immediately wrinkled, and the small black eyes looked at him accusingly.

Felix was stunned for a moment, then smelled the clothes on his body, "Does it smell?"

Valen nodded sharply, making a retching gesture.

"Maybe it smells like the mucus of snail larvae," Felix speculated, "Your nose is really good. I've covered it with a man-shaped iron armor spell, so you can still smell it..."

Warren looked at him triumphantly.

Felix cast a few cleansing spells on himself, and Varun moved over step by step, tentatively smelling it, and after confirming that there was no such unpleasant smell, he threw himself into his arms.

At this moment, Felix hugged Varun while thinking, "Xiuxiu's sensitive nose should not be wasted. Should we add some 'extracurricular practice' to normal literacy?"

It certainly wouldn't hurt to at least learn to recognize the smell of some poisons.

In the evening, Harry came over to learn Occlumency.

Using the few days of the Christmas holiday, Felix explained to him some techniques of Occlumency, which made Harry feel confused and bewildered. In the end Felix had to let him continue reading the spellbook.

Harry comes every two days, and sometimes runs into Hermione, but in the fourth grade, Hermione does not come every week. Her attainments in ancient runes far surpass Everyone except Felix.

With her current level, even if she doesn't improve, she is more than enough to be a professor. So Felix is ​​just assigning tasks now, answering questions for his assistant from time to time.

Harry turned to the fifth page of the book and stared at the portrait of the wizard with disgust on his face. He was no stranger to this picture. The cover of a banned book, Ron thought he looked like Draco Malfoy at the time.

But this time the feeling is completely different. In a trance, Harry found that the wizard's face seemed to have changed into his own, and he was being tortured instead of the wizard... This was an illusion, he breathed heavily on the wizard in the book, and then felt his skin was like It was hit by a hurricane.

Harry held his breath, his face flushed, and he kept reminding himself that all this was the work of Professor Happe's magic, he was really good at it...

Harry clearly knew that his body was not injured at all, but his brain was filled with completely opposite emotions.

I can't go on any longer... I have to stop this feeling, or I'm going to go crazy...Let me think, what is the most basic method of Occlumency, calm down, empty the brain... Phew... Huh...it was too difficult, Harry felt as if he had been thrown into a nest of snails, densely packed snail larvae were crawling all over his body, and sparks were sprayed from their tails, making him itchy and painful...

I want to empty my mind... empty my mind...

But why! Harry thought angrily, a sudden strong anger welled up in his heart, this anger broke through the shackles of magic, he saw his surroundings clearly, he didn't know when he stood up, the magic book fell at his feet, he was mouthing Panting heavily.

Professor Haipu's voice sounded from the chair behind the desk:

"If you can use it well, anger is also a good way, but obviously, anger is not an emotion that can be maintained for a long time, and people are not powder kegs, it is impossible to lose your temper anytime and anywhere, but... well done, This time you pass the test."

Harry didn't get much comfort from this sentence, he asked a little dejectedly, "Am I a sucker?"

Felix looked at him very understandingly: "Occlumency is an extremely difficult spell. Many wizards can't learn it in their lifetime. The best way to learn it is to let your brain experience the feeling of being 'invaded' again and again. Of course, the speed of this is difficult to grasp, and I happen to have some experience..."

Of course Harry didn't know that the "experience" in the professor's mouth refers to invading other people's brains. This experience came from Felix's one-year travel alone. The prototype of the thinking cabin magic.

But now it seems that all the efforts are worthwhile, this magic has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Harry could only take what Felix said to be true. He sat down and thought about it, and decided to play a game of cards with Varen to ease his tension, but when he found out that he had lost to Varen After that, his mood got worse.

As a result, when he returned to the lounge, the expression on his face was still unhappy.

"Is that book really that scary?" Ron asked quietly, sneaking a bottle of butterbeer to Harry. "The last time Fred and George went to Hogsmeade's inventory, they actually wanted me for five Sickles!"

"Yeah, the Three Broomsticks only cost two Sickles." Harry said dully, he was in a bad state and it was hard to feel sympathy for Ron. He took a sip of the butterbeer, the thick foam lifted his spirits, and he felt alive from the inside out.

"Talk about that book, Harry," urged Ron, looking him in the eyes.

"Well...you need to face a lot of terrible emotions, and you have to try your best to prevent them from affecting you...in short, it's scary, the professor said, if I can read it in one go, it means my Occlumency Getting started, and that's quite an achievement," said Harry staccatoly, taking the opportunity to finish his butterbeer.

He looked at the empty bottle with some regret, wondering if he was looking for Fred and George. If he could drink a bottle of warm butterbeer after every practice, it wouldn't be so hard.

"The professor is right," said Hermione, looking up from a large book, "I've read its theory, and even those who have mastered Occlumency don't necessarily say How they learned it, they are generally passive learners.”

"Passive learning?" Ron looked at her puzzled.

"Hacked," said Harry, relaying to Ron what the professor had said to him, "the best way to learn is to let your brain experience the feeling of being 'hacked' over and over again." He thought Thinking, and added: "I guess this is to make the brain sharp enough."

Ron's enthusiasm had visibly faded.

"You want to learn this?" Harry asked, not quite understanding the idea. Ron laughed twice, and said falteringly: "Isn't it said that this magic is difficult, I thought, if I learn..."

"It will be very face-saving to say it." Hermione helped him complete the unfinished meaning of the sentence.

"Actually, there is a simple method. The professor mentioned it to me... Remember my dementor doll? The professor said that it is equivalent to a simple magic book. If you want to try it, I can lend it to you. You," suggested Harry, who now locked the thing under the box.

Ron was quite moved, but after thinking for a long time, he gave up. He lay on the table and muttered: "I'd better study the magic to be used in the second project. You said I should learn the bubble head first. Curse or withdrawal curse?"

"Bubble Curse is for senior grades." Hermione reminded him.

"But the Humanoid Iron Armor Curse is not easy, I haven't even met the entry requirements." Ron groaned, "I think I will be drowned, Harry, I will be the first warrior to be eliminated. "

"Don't think so," Fred's voice suddenly appeared, and he sat down next to Ron, he said with a smile, "Think about it, maybe Ilvermorny is at the bottom again this time."

"I suggest that you better practice swimming, otherwise it will be too embarrassing if you don't have the strength to swim halfway." George grinned.

"You reminded me," said Hermione, "I'm only concerned about the magic part." She took out a small notebook from her schoolbag and wrote down George's words. Harry knew it was Hermione's response to the second The plan for the preparation of this project has already filled half of the book so far, and he and Ron have never had the courage to find out what is written on it.

At this moment, Ron raised his head suddenly, as if thinking of something, he stared blankly at Fred and George.

"Do you know the Foam Curse?" Ron asked bluntly.

"Oh...Of course, this is the magic that must be mastered for pranks. We have suffered some losses in the past..." Fred said with emotion.

"Teach me," said Ron.

"What?" Fred and George looked at each other.

"Teach me the Bubble Curse," Ron repeated.

Fred and George looked at each other, and Fred said, "Listen, we're busy with a dozen products waiting to be perfected"

"Okay," said Ron briskly, and muttered in a voice everyone could hear: "It seems like I haven't written home for a long time, Mum must be worried about me, and she may be cursing my head." , can give me some pointers..."

Fred and George stared at Ron as if they knew him anew.

The two had a quick exchange of opinions with their eyes, and after a while Fred said angrily, "Okay, you win, little Ronnie."

Ron smiled triumphantly.

When the two of them left ~IndoMTL.com~ Ron still hadn't recovered from the joy of victory, and he said excitedly, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"You mean...?" Harry said slowly, with a bad feeling in his heart.

"Win them once!" said Ron loudly.

Harry fell silent. He didn't think it was a good idea to use coercion to get someone to help with training. Regarding this point, he who was receiving special training had a deep understanding that Professor Haip was friendly enough, but he still felt that life was difficult. If Snape taught him instead, he couldn't imagine what he would encounter.

He had expected that Fred and George would come up with all kinds of weird ways to deal with Ron, and the most important thing was that it was Ron himself who sent it to his door.

But seeing Ron's satisfied expression, Harry decided to tell him his worries later.

In the middle of the night, when Harry was tossing and turning in bed, his ears filled with the snoring of Ron and Neville, he thought it would be good to let Ron try it, and he just took advantage of this Time to think of words to comfort him in advance...