A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Kingsley looked at Felix and said hesitantly, "I know your name, Felix Heap, but she's not a good talker... That woman is so daring, even Fudge herself, she wouldn't necessarily listen. ."

Felix didn't speak.

Dumbledore looked at all this, he blinked his blue eyes, and he almost had some guesses in connection with Rita Skeeter's attitude earlier.

Leaning over to examine Fudge's condition, the old man said: "The basilisk is indeed a terrifying creature, and even if its eyes are not counted, its venom is extremely rare."

"Indeed." Kingsley nodded.

"But no amount of poison can compare to the desires in people's hearts. Voldemort is like this." Dumbledore said calmly, "As his strength became stronger, his desires continued to expand, and he broke through the bottom line one by one, until No worries."

"Voldemort once glorified his actions. He once said that magic is power, Felix, what do you think?"

Felix said lightly: "Magic can carry a lot of things, ambition, dream, power, power, awe... But these are just the scenery on the road. You can stop for a while, but in the end, you have to move forward."

"I personally think that magic is magic, and there is no need or need to add other appendages." He raised his head to meet Dumbledore's calm gaze.

Kingsley listened to the conversation between the two in confusion, how did he go from the Basilisk to the Mysterious Man? Isn't he already dead?

"Knock knock knock!"

At the door of the open ward, Lucius Malfoy knocked on the door with a cane. He raised his head slightly, hiding half of his face in the shadows, "Dumbledore, I need to talk to you alone."

"Ah, welcome, Lucius, welcome." Dumbledore stood up happily and walked out with him.

Felix also made a timely farewell.

Walking through the corridor connecting the auditorium, Felix happened to see the figure of Rita Skeeter, she looked very flustered, and her face was covered in makeup.

What's going on here?

"Rita." Felix came out of the shadows, startling her.

"Felix Happ! You, I..." Rita Skeeter stammered.

weird...

Felix looked into her eyes, his pale blue eyes gleaming slightly.

Panicked, fierce, relieved...

what did she do?

He hesitated to investigate further—there was a risk of being discovered, but Rita Skeeter ducked her head to avoid his gaze. "Sorry, Mr. Hepp, I have something to do and need to catch up..." She hurried leave.

"Rita," Felix called out to her, "I hope there won't be too much trouble with Minister Fudge's injury."

With her back to him, Rita Skeeter said slyly: "Mr. Hepp, oh Felix, are you telling me to hide the truth?"

"As long as you don't exaggerate and distort the facts, you know what my attitude is."

When she left, Felix sighed, he should calm down and focus on Rune research.

However, there is still the matter of dueling lessons to be resolved.

With the start of the new semester, he had to decide the time and content of the duel course.

After having lunch in the auditorium at noon, Felix came to the basement of the castle, preparing to finalize the content of the lecture with Professor Snape.

Snape, dressed in black, greeted him with a blank expression.

"Sit down, Felix."

Snape lifted the hem of his wizarding robe and sat across from him, waving his wand and sending a few pieces of parchment flying to the table in front of him.

"Here are some of my—" Snape looked Felix in the eye, "Insights."

Felix picked up the parchment, flipped through it carefully, and jokingly said, "Professor, don't you even have a cup of tea here?"

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth, "You never drink what I handed you."

Felix pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Snape used Veritaserum to frighten him when he was in school, and he was given a small bottle of high-purity Veritaserum this Christmas, and he really didn't have the courage to try any of the drinks he gave him.

He read carefully the contents of the parchment.

"Professor, do you mean to learn one spell per class?"

Felix looked at Snape in confusion.

"Felix, most of the dueling-related spells are dangerous. If you don't slow down, they will give you all kinds of unexpected surprises." Snape deliberately emphasized the word "surprise".

Felix thought about it, "One class every two weeks, that is, two spells a month."

Snape said indifferently: "You can learn more than a dozen spells in a school year, and as long as you match them properly, you can completely protect yourself." With his usual sarcastic tone, he said, "Some students can't even cast a standard Iron Armor spell until they graduate. ."

This is indeed the reality of Hogwarts, the peace is too long, and the little wizards learn spells for exams.

By the time the exam was over, some obscure spells were shelved.

According to the normal teaching sequence, the fourth-grade wizard should master the Iron Armor Spell, but unfortunately, this spell is the content of the teaching content under the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and this course at Hogwarts...

It's hard to say.

The fifth-grade spellcasting level of many young wizards will become the pinnacle of his life, because according to the requirements of the OWLs exam, the compulsory courses must be taken for the exam, which naturally includes operations such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, Spells, and Transfiguration. More than theoretical courses.

After the fifth grade, the little wizards began to choose advanced classes according to their grades and career plans, and some scumbags may only have one or two courses.

If he happens to choose a course with a lot of theory, his spellcasting level will plummet like diving.

It is estimated that after graduation, except for the most commonly used magic, the rest will be returned to the professor.

Felix brushed the ring on his left hand and took out a stack of parchment, "Professor, this is my teaching arrangement for the first spell, you can make some comments."

Snape took the parchment and casually flipped through the two pages, but then his expression became serious.

"This is……"

Snape buried himself in reading the parchment, immersed in the magical skill tree Felix had constructed. From time to time he took out his wand and waved it in mid-air.

"Felix, how do you understand spells?"

Felix said mildly: "It's just my personal understanding in the process of learning the spell, there may be omissions."

Snape ran his fingers over the parchment, quickly reconstructing the magic in his mind.

After a while, he waved his wand and emitted a dazzling red light, knocking a chair three meters away, and the poor chair completely fell apart in mid-air.

"Professor Snape, who are you?" Felix asked him, the spell was not too strong, but too weak!

Not as powerful as the Disarming Charm he used when he defeated Lockhart.

Snape felt it carefully in his heart, and slowly opened his eyes, "I just blocked my knowledge of the Disarming Charm, and reconstructed this magic according to your design."

Felix was stunned.

Snape is not only a master of potions, but also has a deep understanding of spells.

He used memory magic to shield his understanding of the disarming spell, and in a very short time, he re-learned the disarming spell according to Felix's plan.

This is not difficult for Snape. He has accumulated all kinds of magic, and the relevant theories and skills are readily available. After a little experience, he released this spell again.

If you change to a little wizard, you can't do anything like that.

Snape's approach further verified the feasibility of Felix's theory, and the current success rate is still maintained at an astonishing 100% level.

However, Felix quickly crooked the building, and he began to inquire about the application skills of memory magic to Snape...

I have to go out in the morning, so Chapter 2 must be moved to the afternoon.