The card draw starts in Azkaban

Harry Potter could swear that he had never experienced such a terrifying scene since he went to school. After the professor left the classroom, the desks and chairs with teeth and claws crawled towards him crazily.

He subconsciously used Fainting.

Unfortunately, fainting has no effect on these tables.

He used several more spells, and finally used "Shattered to pieces".

This spell is a bit too much for a third grade wizard.

Harry Potter has an extremely obvious tendency to be partial to science. His talent in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class exceeds that of Hermione. This may be due to the athletic talent his father left for him. At least he kicked away a

When you only have a table, you are very brave.

He should thank the professor for giving him the iron armor charm.

Otherwise, he would have been torn apart by these tables and chairs.

Caught off guard, seeing that his signature stun and disarming spells had no effect, Harry was forced to use other spells, and even some "Muggle fighting moves". He was not extremely skilled in these spells.

Fortunately, actual combat is the best teacher. Under the crisis of life and death, Harry's progress was astonishingly fast.

He learned much faster than when he dueled with "Professor Luping"!

Around him, pieces of wood were flying, and one after another, monsters on tables, chairs, and benches were beheaded by him.

But when he was panting and attacking these wooden tables, he didn't realize that the iron armor spell on his body was almost exhausted.

Just when he smashed the table with the last spell and thought he was safe, behind him, an insidious blackboard eraser attacked from behind and bit Harry on the thigh.

He didn't even see that "Professor Lupine" used a magic spell to awaken a blackboard eraser when he left!

Harry let out a deafening scream.

A few minutes later.

Neville, Harry, and Dewey were staying at Madam Pomfrey's school nurse's office. Madam Pomfrey looked very angry. She was a kind person, but now, she reprimanded loudly, "

"Professor Lu Ping", Du Wei was submissive and did not dare to speak.

"Professor, do you know what you are doing?

You conduct such cruel training on such a young wizard, haven't you thought about the consequences of doing so?"

Madam Pomfrey seemed very angry, and she was looking for an adjective to describe this farce.

But for a while, she couldn't find it.

She wanted to say it was cruel and inhumane, but that was going too far.

She had no choice but to deal with Harry's injuries angrily.

On Harry's thigh, the blackboard eraser monster that caused the accident had been smashed by the professor. But the problem was that the blackboard eraser was smashed, but the teeth of the blackboard eraser were still in Harry's thigh, and they were extremely tenacious.

This isn't the first time Harry has been injured.

But this was definitely the most painful time for him.

Because the tooth has no main body, but it continues to move.

As a last resort, Duwei took Harry to the campus hospital to see if Madam Pomfrey had any way to deal with these teeth.

Du Wei used the curse to stop.

But it's no use.

Blacksmithing doesn't seem to be a spell.

It only took Madam Pomfrey a few minutes to resolve the matter, but she was very dissatisfied with the way Duwei educated his students.

"Professor, be careful."

She said one more thing, and Du Wei nodded repeatedly, fully agreeing.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, you are right, what I did was flawed, I will definitely correct it next time.

He could not feel any hostility toward such a highly respected school doctor's wife who saved lives and healed the wounded. On the contrary, Du Wei had always had a good impression of such a kind-hearted woman even though she was a bit sarcastic.

Because they are safe.

The beaters lying on the bed looked at the farce, laughing and joking, as if they were watching a lively event.

Among those lying on the hospital bed at Hogwarts is Walker.

These beaters are staying at Hogwarts.

They were heartbroken by the Ministry of Magic and Fudge, and with the help of their injuries, these batters took action together.

Fudge, right? Minister, right? It doesn't matter, even if the director comes, we will all be like this.

Whoever you love, we will no longer serve you.

What, work?

Injured, sick, unable to go, unable to work.

What? You threaten me, oh, we are too scared, so be it, two options, either you can expel all of us with a stroke of a pen, and everyone will be done with it, we will sue the Ministry of Magic, you

Please ask Gao Ming?

What, can it be discussed again?

That's fine, or you can just pay for us to lie down in the Hogwarts hospital and recuperate. Once our injuries are healed, we can work for the Ministry of Magic again.

What, take us to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment?

If we don't go, several of our batters will have broken bones, we won't be able to go to St. Mungo's, and we won't be able to bear the bumps along the way.

What, salary deduction?

You love QQ.

How much is the salary at the Ministry of Magic? Everyone already doesn't care.

Just think of it as security money donated to Hogwarts.

These batters are scared.

They were afraid of meeting that madman Dowey Jones again outside of St. Mungo's Hospital and Hogwarts.

This time, he just broke everyone's ribs.

What if he wants to kill someone next time?

Who can stop him?

Everyone's life is gone, so why not become a ghost and earn a salary from the Ministry of Magic?

You have to work even if you die, right?

As soon as I think about it, the sky and the earth become wider in an instant.

These people are working together, and the top officials of the Ministry of Magic are imitating each other. This way, it is like opening a post office under Big Ben and sending mail at the top.

When Du Wei saw these "patients", he remembered that among these people, there was also a talented person who was an admirer of the Dark Lord and a Death Eater.

I just don't know which one it is.

If you want to find out.

Du Wei knew that he had to come one by one and watch them to see which one of them fell was the "reappearance of bones".

After a quick glance, he remembered the beds of these people and came up with a vicious plan.

He has still not found the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew, and he also remembered that relying on one person's strength alone is not enough.

Only mobilizing the masses is the fastest option.

Duwei scolded Madam Pomfrey and took Harry away. They came to the classroom again. Looking at the debris on the floor, Duwei motioned to Harry to clean up the place.

"Are you scared? Harry, after you meet these things you have never seen before?"

he asked Harry.

Harry was a little thoughtful, but he didn't say anything that didn't scare him.

He was just surprised today.

He never knew that magic could be used like this.

Regarding transfiguration, he has only seen Professor McGonagall use the transfiguration spell to turn a tea cup into a mouse. Professor McGonagall said that transfiguration spells are an extremely profound knowledge. Even many wizards who have studied transfiguration spells for many years cannot understand it.

There are often mistakes.

Today, these tables, chairs and benches that came to life gave him a new idea.

What if he could also bring these things to life?

Is this also a type of magic?

He told "Professor Lu Ping" his thoughts, but saw "Professor Lu Ping" shaking his head flatly.

"No, Harry."

Du Wei said bluntly: "We don't have much time. I don't know if you have seen it."

He found a folded newspaper from inside his clothes and handed it to Harry.

Harry opened it curiously and found that this newspaper was not the Daily Prophet, the Daily Witch, the Witch Weekly, or the Quibbler. It was a very off-the-beaten-path tabloid.

On this newspaper, the mark of the Dark Lord is vividly displayed.

The title at the bottom is [The Mark of the Dark Lord Reappears, Where Should We Go?].

Harry looked away from the paper. He gulped and asked, "What is this, Professor?"

Du Wei did not answer his words.

"We don't have much time, Harry."

Du Wei said to him seriously: "I heard about your experience, starting from the first grade.

You were in first grade and encountered an attack.

Many people don't know about this, but I finally found out about it, and they said you saw that person.

Although many people deny it, I have always believed that an evil and intelligent person like him would not die so easily.

So, Harry."

Du Wei's eyes were very complicated.

He stood up, hid his tears and said: "A long time ago, I lost my friend because of that person. Now, I don't want to lose you because of him again, do you understand?"

At this moment, Du Wei couldn't tell whether he was acting or showing his true feelings.

Harry didn't speak. He stopped what he was doing. After a while, Harry said to the professor in a low and nasal voice: "Professor, you are familiar with my parents, right? You said it was Voldemort."

,Is it right?"

"Yes, we are good friends. Yes, I said Voldemort. You are so brave, kid."

Du Wei turned his face, looked at him with complicated eyes and said: "So, Harry, I have already lost a good friend, don't ask me to lose you again, okay?

You are an excellent wizard, Harry. The Transfiguration Charm is too complex, my boy, for you to learn.

Magic is endless.

The meaning of infinite mystery is that you can find a path that suits you best, just like your father.

The Iron Armor Curse, the fainting spell, all petrification, and numerous obstacles. If these spells are combined properly, they can deal with ordinary Death Eaters.

It's enough that you can deal with them.

If he really comes back."

Du Wei stared into his eyes and said, "There are still us.

No one can hurt you until we're both dead, Harry.

We will never give in."

Having said this, Duwei opened the Boggart's closet. "You've had enough chicken blood, you can go to work!"

Duwei opened the cabinet with high spirits, released the Boggart and said: "Start training, Harry, I will train you to become a qualified warrior in the shortest possible time.

Now, shout after me.

‘Calling God to Protect’!”

The boggart felt Duwei's fear, flew out of it, and turned into a dementor.

But before the Dementor floated far, silver light flew out from the tip of Harry's wand, transformed into a stag, and charged at the "Dementor" not far away, forcing him to Returned to the closet.

A smile appeared on Du Wei's face.

"Well done, Potter, let's do it again!"

He said to Harry Potter and released the Boggart again.

…

Time passed quickly, and on the days when "Professor Lupin" came back, Harry also ushered in the busiest years of his third grade, studying, homework, practicing, and Quidditch.

He became a busy man again.

Hermione was still studying hard.

Ron was lonely again.

What he didn't understand was that it wasn't just Hermione and Harry who were busy.

Where's Neville?

Even Neville hasn't been seen recently.

Where have they gone?

The answer is simple.

Duwei captured Neville and began to teach him courage and magic.

At this time, Neville was holding his wand and pointing tremblingly at a dummy in front of him.

"Do you like it, Neville? I made this carefully. You see, it is somewhat similar to the real Professor Severus."

Neville swallowed, but he still didn't dare to make a move when facing the dummy.

The Professor Snape in front of him was so similar to the real Professor Snape. More importantly, he could vaguely hear Professor Snape's singing voice in this puppet.

Although it was strange, even though it seemed like he was singing - Neville could not imagine that someone like Snape could sing, but the voice was indeed Snape's.

Therefore, even though he knew that Professor Snape was fake, Neville was still too scared to do anything.

Du Wei kept encouraging him to break the demonic barriers in his heart.

"It's okay. This is the first step to overcome psychological barriers. Children, do it, do it. Overcome your fear, child, don't hesitate!"

Duwei stayed close to Neville, constantly encouraging him, grabbing his wrist with his hand, and asking him to point the wand in his hand at the dummy.

Neville's heart was beating so fast that he wanted to jump out of his chest. He listened to the professor's voice in his ear, closed his eyes, and shouted.

It's working.

In front of Neville's wand, a curse appeared, hitting "Snape" squarely in the face.

Some strange patterns appeared on Snape's face.

"What spell is this?"

Seeing these patterns, Duwei was curious about Neville.

Neville also shook his head.

He didn't know what the spell was.

This was a spell he subconsciously issued after being coerced. As for what it was, he didn't know.

"Okay, okay, Neville, come and take a rest."

"..."

Du Wei was speechless. After Neville fired this magic spell, he seemed to be exhausted and was sweating profusely.

It seems that I can no longer continue training.

"Take a rest, Neville, you did a great job today."

Duwei praised him. He knew that what this child lacked most now was recognition and encouragement from others. This was exactly what he wanted to instill in him, and that was when he encouraged Neville.

Outside the classroom, the door opens.

Snape took Malfoy and stood at the door of the classroom.

Snape looked at "himself" with patterns on his face, showing a smile on his face.

"Professor Remus Lupin, what are you doing?"