A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix smiled. "Anytime, Potter, I'll move in with you temporarily. But I'll go back to school first and make some arrangements. You can also think about your own schedule."

He stood up, "Special training will be very hard, Potter, be prepared mentally. From my personal experience, the period after the magic riot is an excellent time to learn magic spells, and you will improve rapidly."

Harry agreed without hesitation.

Felix found Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, a hunched-backed, wrinkled wizard, and at his suggestion Felix chose Room Twelve, next door to Harry.

He waved to Harry, who was standing at the head of the stairs, turned and walked out of the bar, using the communal fireplace to return to the office.

He sorted through his recent work, and in addition to trying to add a looking glass to the course, he also came up with some good ideas. He rolled these half-finished plans together and tucked them into the ring.

Then, he looked at the observation record of the wand tree. This is what he and Professor Flitwick do every day, but this job will be handed over to Flitwick for the time being.

So he came to Professor Charm's office and told Flitwick about his conflict in time. The short professor quickly agreed, smacking his lips and saying, "Magic riot...I don't know what happened to Potter, but you Minerva will be at ease with that child."

Felix then saw Snape in the school, with his black robe floating behind him.

"Severus?" He greeted him. "You came back so early?" He knew that Snape would go home for summer vacation every year, and usually on the day of school.

Snape said with a stern face, suppressing his dissatisfaction, "You have to ask our esteemed Headmaster Dumbledore, who called me back to make a disgusting potion."

He was in a bad mood at the moment, and threw off his cloak and quickly slid away.

Disgusting potion, what could it be? Felix looked at his back curiously.

Ten minutes later, Felix returned to Diagon Alley. He knocked on Room 11 and saw Harry's bed full of clutter, subject textbooks, parchment, inkwells, and a broom repair kit.

"Professor, I'm checking my homework. Well, I have three papers on the history of magic, two papers on potions, and one on spells to write."

"The history of magic..."

Harry could clearly hear Professor Hepp's grunt of disapproval, but the Professor didn't say much, and sat down opposite him.

"Time is precious, Potter," Felix said. "I'll guide you through your homework—in your spare time."

...

The owner of the Leaky Cauldron offers an empty basement that, according to him, has long been abandoned.

Old Tom hunched his back and showed a toothless smile: "I remember that there are still some protective magics here, but they may also fail, and you need to deal with them yourself."

He snapped his fingers a few times, and the torch on the wall lit up. Then he bowed and walked away.

Felix waved his wand and cleaned the dust and cobwebs that had accumulated in the room. Smoothed out a few more broken floors. When his wand touched the floor, the ground rose and fell like waves, and Harry felt as if he was in a small boat, reminding him of the first time Hagrid took him on a boat.

When everything quiets down, the wooden floor becomes an exotic rug.

Harry took a few steps back and forth, and it didn't feel as soft as he imagined. Professor Hepp's explanation for this was: "I can't get a few cushions for you to practice magic in comfort."

As he watched, bits and pieces flew from Professor Hepp's ring, leaping into a small square table, two armchairs, and some human-shaped targets.

At this moment, Felix was sitting in a chair, watching him from behind the square table.

"Now, Potter, let's practice your best spell a hundred times first."

Harry's wand-holding hand trembled unnaturally, which seemed to be different from what he was thinking...

He also thought that he would be embarrassed to avoid the professor's attack, like a chipmunk that is constantly bouncing, but Professor Hepp calmly swayed the spell and showed his strength.

But now, Professor Hepp was acting like a scholar, sitting quietly in a chair, more like a teacher he saw in a Muggle school if he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Harry looked at the target seven or eight meters away from him. He waved his wand and shouted: "Except your weapon!" A red light flew from the tip of the wand and hit the wall, but it was two feet away from the human-shaped target. .

"Uh, sorry, I missed it."

"It's okay, continue."

So Harry waved his wand continuously, and red lights flew out, and after about half an hour, he shouted feebly in a hoarse voice: "Except your weapon..." His wand only spewed out a string of sparks.

"Okay, let's stop for a while and come here and sit here," Felix said.

Harry walked wearily to the other side of the square table and sat down. He looked at Professor Hepp, who was writing and drawing on the parchment. After a long while, he raised his head, "I know enough about your spell, very good, we have completed the first step of the test."

"Just a test?" Harry cried out in surprise, he was dying of exhaustion, every cell in his body was screaming desperately.

Felix curled his lips and said softly in a seductive tone, "Potter, at your age, my understanding of disarming spells is no less than that of ordinary adult wizards, and you have the potential to do so."

"Apart from the Disarming Spell, you said it yourself, it is not a skilled Iron Armor Spell."

"And the tongue-locking spell, I can even give you an extra simple and practical spell or two..."

Harry swallowed, and with the help of the bright fire in the basement, he felt disrespectful as he saw the devil's smile.

But he had to admit that he was moved.

Professor Haipu didn't say what would happen if he learned these spells, but he couldn't help but think about it, the admiration of his classmates, the extra points in the class, and maybe he had the opportunity to show his abilities in front of the girl he liked...

He said with a trembling voice: "Professor, I will follow your arrangement." He felt that his tone was full of tragic and solemnity, as if he was about to go to the execution ground.

Felix took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to him: "Let's eat first, and then we'll do the second test."

ten minutes later.

Felix and Harry were seven or eight meters apart, facing each other.

"Potter, we're here to test the maximum power of your spells this time. You need to be fully emotional, remember what was mentioned in dueling class? Determination, confidence, and most importantly, the disarming spell is to protect yourself and make the enemy lose damage your ability."

Harry nodded, and he took a deep breath, imagining Malfoy standing across from him, suddenly turning into a Perkin-haired troll, waving his club toward him...

"Puchi!" he laughed suddenly, "Uh, sorry."

Emotions have been brewing for a while-

"Except your weapons!"

Harry hissed and shouted, a red light the thickness of a finger rushed straight to Felix, and was stopped by an invisible barrier.

"It's not enough, Potter, let me see your potential!" Felix cheered.

Harry gritted his teeth and tried his best to mobilize the magic power. At a certain moment, he really felt the difference. It was the "active magic power" in the mouth of Professor Hepp. ability……

He thought of the real enemies, Professor Quirrell, the Basilisk, and... Voldemort!

The red light became as thin as a hair after shaking a few times. Felix almost thought he had failed, but in the next second, a scorching beam flew out from Harry's wand, spanning seven or eight meters, instantly hitting him. On Felix's Iron Spell.

The two spells were wrestling in midair, and a low roar echoed in the basement.