A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Potter, wake up! Potter..."

Harry opened his eyes slowly, the light of the torch was a little dazzling, making Professor Hepp's shadow a little blurry.

For a while, 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 exhausted and lose your strength." Felix looked at him, "Let's go here today, let's go up to eat, and I'll also make a special training plan for you."

Harry felt very uncomfortable, his limbs were weak, and his body was light.

He stumbled up the stairs after Felix, his stomach tumbling.

It was not 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 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 as he remembered Hermione's emotional sympathy for Professor Hepp.

The background of the matter was that the news of the dueling club was released, and the topic of discussion revolved around the word "duel". Professor Haipu's 'brilliant experience' was once again brought out to talk about it, but the boys all wanted to replace him, and the little witches looked up to them, or sympathized with him for the unfair treatment when he was in school. .

And Hermione is one of them.

Harry didn't understand her thoughts at the time, 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.

Early the next morning, Harry was awakened by Dobby's knock on the door, he opened the door in a daze, and the elf respectfully handed over the toiletries, with Professor Hepp standing beside him.

"Come on, Potter, we've got a big job today."

Harry felt a novel experience, similar to the one he felt when he was a guest in the Burrow and was awakened by Mrs Weasley. Few adults have intervened in his life to remind him to pay attention to brushing time—if not the Dursleys' angry growl at him.

All morning, they huddled in the basement, and he kept casting the disarming spell. In the words of Professor Haipu, "We want to maximize the benefits. You will find that in the student stage, one trick is eaten everywhere."

He felt like he was going to throw up, but Professor Hepp took the trouble to point out his mistakes and spend a lot of time explaining the advanced techniques of the spell.

"You have to think of yourself as a duelist, or a rookie Auror. Your magic is very active, you can feel it, you can move it, you can control it, and the magic will come out," Felix said, turning towards Harry. A Sensation Charm was applied.

"Also it's a good time to learn the silent casting of the Disarming Charm."

"There is also the magic theory part. I will only explain the most related to the disarming spell. It may not be useful for you to learn other spells, but we have to speed up the time. I want to see how far you can reach."

Harry found that when he was in the basement, Professor Hepp always seemed inhumane. He would wake himself up from the ground again and again, without even a second delay, but during the special training, he Will take myself to the Florin's cold drink shop, or stand with him outside the window of the Quidditch broom boutique, staring at the latest Firebolt samples in a daze.

Of course, Harry guessed, there must be nothing about the broom in Professor Hep's mind, because once, after being in a daze for two minutes, he asked himself when he used the Disarming Charm, "Does it feel like a good feeling? Like you You should be born with this spell."

His answer was a bit sloppy at the time, and he couldn't remember whether it was "somewhat similar" or an unassuming "that's it".

They also met Neville Longbottom, his classmate, a round-faced, forgetful boy. He was with his grandmother, who looked terrifying, with a large red handbag in one hand, scolding Neville sharply.

Harry wanted to run away because he had falsely used Neville's name while riding the Knights Bus, which he hoped Neville's grandmother would never find out.

But Neville saw Harry and waved at him excitedly: "Harry, Harry! It's great to meet you, I lost my book list."

Harry hurriedly borrowed a piece of parchment from Professor Hepp and wrote the name of the new textbook on it.

"Ah, you're Harry Potter, Neville and I mentioned you, a good boy, very gifted. You taught him the Disarming Charm, and he said you learned quickly, unlike him..." Neville's grandmother clenched her bag tightly, her eyebrows knitted together. "This kid didn't inherit his parents' talent, and I was worried until he got the notice."

Neville looked at Harry secretly, and Harry didn't dare to speak. This old woman was really scary, but what he didn't expect was that Professor Hepp, who was silent on the side, said: "Navi Will Longbottom, I saw you on the course list and I'm glad you'll take my course."

"You're a professor at Hogwarts?" Neville's grandmother asked.

"Felix Happ, I teach ancient runes, ma'am."

"I've heard of your name, Mr. Hepp, and I appreciate your courage, not everyone who dares to face a lowly pure-blood family," she pointed proudly to Neville, "like his parents, in the war. In the past, he has always been on the front line of resisting Voldemort's rule, even if he was tortured by some scum..."

She wiped the corners of her eyes and left with Neville.

Neville lip-mouthed Harry: See you on the train. Immediately, he was dragged away.

"What happened to Neville's parents?" Harry asked, looking behind him.

Felix replied, "I don't know, either. It should have been killed in the battle with the Death Eaters."

...

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Professor Hepp showed him a thick stack of forms.

"Is this data from my Disarming Charm practice?" Harry said, pointing to the thick parchment in surprise.

"There's no need to make a fuss, I'll tell you a secret, that's what I'm doing in the Muggle world!" Felix joked.

Looking at the curve above, Harry's progress is not noticeable in units of ten casts, but in units of 100 casts, his rate of progress is a bit unbelievable.

"Interesting, isn't it? No one has ever studied this," Felix said briskly.

"Professor Hepp, my Disarming Charm has reached level four?" Harry looked at the annotation on the parchment and couldn't help but widen his eyes, which seemed to be the level of the Aurors after working for a few years.

"Ah, do you remember its division?" Felix said, "To a certain extent, it does meet this requirement. You can flexibly control the power of the Disarm Charm and perform more subtle operations, such as drawing a line. Arcs, silent spellcasting or something..."

Harry was so happy that he ate ten strawberry ice creams in a row, and he was full of hearty pleasure from head to toe. But Professor Hepp quickly poured a bucket of cold water—

"There is only one spell, Potter, if you want to go deeper in the field of dueling, it is time to consider establishing your own fighting style."

"Fighting style?"

"For example, what kind of spell is the core-"

"Disarming Charm!" Harry said without hesitation.

"...Don't decide lightly. In addition, there are also supporting spell systems, such as: what spells do you use to defend, which spells to attack; which spells are used to contain opponents, and which are used to deal with difficult problems. These, you Think about it all.”

"Not to mention the fighting pace, on-the-spot judgment, plan rehearsal, etc."

"Of course, there is also targeted knowledge. Well, it may be that my requirements for you are too high, which has surpassed the level of ordinary Aurors."

Harry excitedly took the notebook and wrote it down: "It doesn't matter, you can speak as comprehensively as possible." He had an idea and imitated Hermione's tone: "Professor, I actually want to write a related paper!"

"...well, I'll watch it."

In the days leading up to the start of school, Professor Heppe didn't let him continue to cast the Disarming Charm - much to his relief, he finally got his hands on a second spell.

"Potter-"

"Professor, you can call me Harry," Harry said uneasily, having practiced in the mirror several times in the morning just to say this.

There was silence on the other side, and when he was a little annoyed by his recklessness, Felix said: "Okay, Harry, I called you that in private."

"It's difficult for your disarming spell to improve in a short period of time, even if you have me to assist you in all directions-"

"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 henchmen.

He saw Professor Haipu smiling at him, "I have also obtained the desired test data, and the activity of your magic is gradually returning to normal, although I have tried my best to prolong this process, but unfortunately, I can't violate the objective law."

"In the next day or two, we will rush to learn some spells, and the effect will be three to five times faster than your usual."

Harry nodded hastily.

【Information about Floo Fan \u0026amp;amp;amp;Floo Network】

Every time the protagonist uses Floo powder, readers will have questions, so I will explain it uniformly.

Here's what's in the book:

1. The Floo network is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, but there is a private connection (Sirius is connected to the Gryffindor common room);

2. There should be no restrictions on the public fireplaces in Diagon Alley (all parents can come and 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. Arthur Weasley asked a colleague to steal the permission and connect to the fireplace of Dursley's house;

The following are conjectures, applicable to this book:

1. The fireplace at Hogwarts is generally not connected to the Floo network, but the professor's office is not in this ranks, but you may need to report to Professor McGonagall (at least the professors never make trains, except for Lupin);

2. The Floo network is not available for anyone to use after it is connected. Imagine a stranger suddenly appearing in your home... It must have restrictions, such as the owner's permission, or opening temporary permissions;

There is also a possibility, lying in the fireplace, sticking your head over to ask the owner on the opposite side, and using Floo powder after obtaining permission.

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