A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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

"So... Barty Crouch Jr wasn't going to secretly poison and kill us all?" Felix asked, actually wanting to know what kind of magic Barty Crouch Jr was making in the back room. medicine.

"Then he has to be careful enough to avoid the hundreds of eyes in the kitchen," Snape said, narrowing his eyes. "It's an emergency potion that keeps dying people alive. I recognized the only one. Horned blood and various highly toxic materials, and an unknown species of snake venom."

"Sounds like a curse?"

"Almost, the process is extremely painful, but the effect is obvious," Snape said, opening the door to the office. His office was unchanged, dimly lit, with a large number of glass specimen jars on shelves against the wall.

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

"A qualified pharmacist won't easily change his state of life," Snape said calmly, looking over the row of large and small jars by the wall, "and there's a sentence you didn't write in the product description, magic The light from the lamp has an effect on some dark creatures."

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

But this additional effect is not strong, and it can't even hurt the lowest level Infernal corpse.

"Remus is all right," Felix said.

Snape gave a "tsk" and said slowly: "Unlike werewolves - potion materials are very delicate and need special spells to keep to prevent the loss of magic power, I remember I talked about these things in class ?"

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

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

Felix shrugged, and found half a bucket of gray mucus in a suspicious corner of the office, sealed with a transparent lid. He leaned down and looked at it: "Is this collected from the fried tail snail?"

"It's slightly corrosive, and I haven't found a good way to remove its properties," Snape said softly.

Felix blinked, "How about using Illumination?"

Snape stared, and seemed to realize this possibility. He stood there and said dryly: "It's not impossible... It's worth a try..."

Soon, he took a few drops of slime from the bucket. When he lifted the lid, the strong smell of stinky fish and rotten shrimp instantly filled the whole room, and Felix immediately cast a humanoid armor spell on himself, which he had already used instead of the bubble head spell.

"Need help?" he asked sullenly through the magic, Snape's face was pale, but his fingers were particularly steady.

"No," Snape squeezed out of his throat, only to smell a tinge of odor, his complexion worsened, and his throat couldn't stop squirming. He quickly closed the lid and resealed it with magic, and Felix cooperated to create a whirlwind out of thin air, throwing the murky air down the hallway of the office.

Hopefully no little wizards who have just eaten their meal will pass by.

Snape held his breath, transferred the wet mucus into a small glass jar, plugged it quickly, and when he was done, he took a deep breath.

On the other side, Felix already held a ping-pong ball-sized light ball in his palm. Except for a light white halo on the surface, it didn't emit any light, and it looked like a glowing glass. ball.

Snape directed the small glass bottle to float over, and Felix controlled the ball of light to approach at the same time. The ball of light penetrated into the bottle effortlessly, and then he quickly cast a spell on the outer wall of the glass bottle so that the ball of light could not escape.

Losing Felix's restraint, the light sphere completely expanded, filling the entire space inside the bottle——

"It doesn't seem to work," Snape said uncertainly after a long time.

"The light of Illumination is very gentle, and even if it is released against the face, it can at most cause some dizziness and blindness without damaging the eyes," Felix explained.

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

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

Felix was startled and thought he was going to say something clever and mean, but Snape just couldn't wait to say, "Let's try a few more times! Use different conditions and set them against each other."

"Oh..." Felix dragged his voice long, he didn't want to see that sticky thing anymore. "Wait." He muttered, took out a ring of Ouroboros, and under Snape's bizarre gaze, a dozen orbs of white light appeared in front of him in a short while.

Then, the ring of ouroboros in his hand suddenly moved, and the little snake twisted and swallowed all the light balls one by one, then turned back, hovered in Felix's palm, and turned into a new form of light. a ring.

He handed the Ouroboros Ring to Snape, "It can store ancient runes, of course, essentially because its material can isolate magic power well, greatly reducing the spillage of magic power itself... So it can also be used to store illumination."

Snape took it and glanced at it slightly, "Basilisk scales?"

Felix nodded.

...

When he returned to the office, Sniff Warren immediately rushed up, grabbed his clothes and was about to climb up, but his movements stopped abruptly.

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

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

Warren nodded sharply and made a retching motion.

"It may be the smell of fried-tailed snail larvae mucus," Felix guessed. "Your nose is really smart. I've covered it with a humanoid armor charm, so that you can still smell it..."

Warren looked at him triumphantly.

Felix cleaned himself up a few times, and Warren moved over step by step, sniffed tentatively, and after confirming that there was no unpleasant smell, he threw himself into his arms.

At this moment, Felix was holding Valen while he pondered, that such a sensitive nose can't be wasted. Should we add some 'extracurricular practice' to the normal literacy course?

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

In the evening, Harry came to learn Occlumency.

Taking advantage of the days of the Christmas holidays, Felix systematically explained the techniques of Occlumency, and Harry was confused and dazed when he heard it. In the end Felix had to let him continue reading the magic book.

Harry came every two days and sometimes bumped into Hermione, but in fourth grade, Hermione didn't come every week, and her knowledge of ancient runes far surpassed those of Felix. anyone.

At her current level, even if she stagnates, it is more than enough to be a professor after graduation. So Felix is ​​now just assigning tasks and answering questions for his assistant from time to time.

Harry turned to the fifth page of the magic book and stared at the wizard portrait on it with disgust. On the cover of this banned book, Ron thought he looked like Draco Malfoy at the time.

But this time it felt completely different. In a trance, Harry found that the wizard's face seemed to have changed to his own, and he was being tortured in place of the wizard... His heavy breathing sprayed on the wizard, and then he felt like his skin was hit by a hurricane.

Harry held his breath, his face flushed, and he kept reminding himself that it was all the work of Professor Hepp's magic, and he really had a knack for it...

Harry knew very well that his body wasn't hurt in the slightest, but his brain was flooded with the exact opposite emotion.

Can't go on anymore...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, let go of the brain...huh...huh... It was so difficult, Harry felt as if he had been thrown into a snail's nest, densely packed with snail larvae crawling all over him, sparks from the tail, making him itchy and painful...

I'm going to empty my brain... empty my brain...

But why! Harry thought angrily, a sudden surge of rage bursting through his mind, the anger breaking through the shackles of magic, and he could see all around him - he didn't know when he stood up, the magic book fell at his feet, he He was breathing heavily.

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

"If you can make good use of it, anger is also a good way. But obviously, anger is not a kind of emotion that can be maintained for a long time, and people are not a powder keg, it is impossible to lose your temper anytime and anywhere, but... Well done, this time it counts You pass."

Harry didn't take much consolation from the sentence, and asked in frustration, "Am I a sucker?"

Felix looked at him with understanding: "Occlumency is an extremely difficult spell, and many wizards have never been able to get started. The best way to learn is to let your brain experience the feeling of being 'invaded' again and again. Of course, The degree 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 solo travel for a year. With the 'help' of many dark wizards, he mastered the magic of thinking cabin with difficulty. prototype.

And now it seems that all the hard work is worth it, this magic has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Harry could only take Felix's words as true, he sat down and thought about it, and decided to play a blast card with Warren to ease his nervousness, but when he found out that he had lost to Warren, His mood got worse.

This caused him to return to the lounge with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Is that book really that scary?" Ron whispered, sneaking Harry a bottle of Butterbeer. "Fred and George went to Hogsmeade's inventory last time, and they asked me for five sickles!"

"Yeah, three brooms only sell two sikos." Harry said sullenly, he was not in a good state now, and it was difficult to feel sympathy for Ron. He took a sip of butterbeer, and the thick foam lifted his spirits and felt alive again inside and out.

"More about that book, Harry," Ron urged, staring into his eyes.

"Well...you have to deal with a lot of bad emotions, and you have to do everything you can to prevent them from affecting you...it's scary anyway, the professor said, if I can read the whole book in one sitting, it means I'm getting started with Occlumency , and that's quite an achievement," Harry said intermittently, taking the opportunity to drain his Butterbeer.

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

"The professor is right," said Hermione, looking up from a large book, "I've seen its theory, and even those who have mastered Occlumency can't necessarily tell their own. How they learn it, they generally learn passively.”

"Passive learning?" Ron looked at her puzzled.

"Invasion," said Harry, relaying to Ron what the professor had said to him. "The best way to learn is to let your brain experience what it feels like to be 'invaded' over and over again." Added: "I guess it's to get the brain sharp enough."

Ron's enthusiasm had visibly faded.

"You want to learn this?" Harry asked, not quite understanding the idea. Ron laughed dryly and said hesitantly, "Didn't you say that this magic is difficult, I thought, if I learned..."

"It would be a lot of face to say it." Hermione helped him add to the unfinished meaning of the words.

"Actually, there's an easy way, the professor mentioned it to me... Remember my Dementor doll? The professor said it was like a simple magic book. If you want to try it, I can lend it to you." Harry suggested that the doll was now locked under the box by him.

Ron was quite moved, but he gave up after thinking about it for a long time. He leaned on the table and muttered, "I'll still study the magic used in the second project. Do you think I should learn the bubble head spell first or smoke it? Leaving the curse?"

"Bubble head spells are senior year stuff," Hermione reminded him.

"But the Humanoid Iron Armor is not easy. I didn't even meet the entry requirements." Ron groaned, "I think I will drown, Harry, I will be the first warrior to be eliminated."

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

"I suggest you guys better practice swimming, otherwise it will be embarrassing if you lose your strength halfway through." George grinned.

"You reminded me," said Hermione, "I'm only concerned with the magic part." She took a small notebook from her bag and wrote down George's words, which Harry knew was Hermione's second item list. The plan that came out was half full so far, and he and Ron had never had the courage to look up what was written on it.

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

"You guys know how to make headshots?" Ron asked bluntly.

"Oh... Of course, this is magic that must be mastered for mischief. 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 Head Charm," Ron repeated.

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

"Okay," said Ron cheerfully, and then muttered in a voice that everyone could hear, "I don't think I've written a letter to my family in a long time, and Mom must be worried about me, and she'll probably be able to get a head spell. I have some pointers..."

Fred and George stared at Ron, as if reacquainted with him.

The two exchanged views quickly with their eyes, and after a while—Fred said angrily, "Okay, you win, little Ronnie."

Ron smiled triumphantly.

When the two of them left, Ron hadn't calmed down from the joy of victory. 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!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry fell silent. He didn't think it was a good idea to coerce someone to help with training. About this, he was receiving special training deeply - Professor Hepp was friendly enough, but he still felt that life was difficult, if Snape taught him, he couldn't imagine what he would encounter.

He had a hunch that Fred and George would come up with all kinds of bizarre ways to fix Ron, and the most important thing was that Ron delivered it himself.

But seeing the contented expression on Ron's face, Harry decided to tell him his worries later.

Late at night, when Harry tossed in bed and couldn't sleep, his ears filled with the purring of Ron and Neville, he thought it would be good for Ron to try it out, and he took advantage of this time to come up with ideas in advance. words of comfort to him...

Uh, the update is late, and I added a little more content, pretending to have added two chapters (dog head).