Chapter 176: test
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Felix smiled, "Anytime, Potter, I will move in to be with you temporarily. But I will go back to school first and arrange some things. You can also think about your own schedule."
He stood up and said, "Special training will be very hard, Potter, be mentally prepared. From my personal experience, the period after the magic riot is an excellent time to learn the spell, and you will make rapid progress."
Harry agreed without hesitation.
Felix found Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar. He was a wrinkled wizard with a bent back. At his suggestion, Felix chose room twelve, which was next door to Harry.
He waved at Harry who was standing at the top of the stairs, turned and walked out of the bar, and returned to the office using the public fireplace.
He sorted out his recent work, and besides trying to add the sight glass to the course, he also came up with some good ideas. He rolled these semi-finished plans together and stuffed them into the ring.
Then, he looked at the observation record of the magic wand tree. This is what he and Professor Flitwick do every day, but this job will be left to Flitwick for the time being.
So he came to Professor Cursed's office and told Flitwick about his conflict over time. The short professor quickly agreed. He smacked his lips and said, "Magic riot... I don't know what happened to Potter. You Minerva will be at ease with that child."
Felix then saw Snape in the school. He strode like flying, his black robe floating behind him.
"Severus?" He greeted him. "You came back so early?" He knew that Snape would go home for the summer vacation every year, and he would usually return to school on the first day of school.
Snape said with a straight face, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, "You are going to ask our respected Principal Dumbledore, he called me back in order to make a disgusting potion."
He was in a bad mood at the moment, throwing off his cloak and quickly slid away.
What would be the disgusting potion? Felix looked at his back curiously.
After ten minutes, Felix returned to Diagon Alley. He knocked on room eleven and saw Harry's bed piled up with sundries, textbooks, parchment, ink bottles, and a broom repair kit.
"Professor, I'm checking my homework. Well, I still have three essays on the history of magic, two essays on potions, and one essay on spells."
"The history of magic..."
Harry clearly heard Professor Haipu's disapproval hum, but the professor didn't say much, he sat down opposite him.
"Time is precious, Potter," Felix said, "I will guide you through your homework—in your free time."
...
The owner of the Broken Cauldron provided an empty basement. According to him, it has been abandoned for a long time.
Old Tom hunched back and showed a toothless smile: "I remember there are some protective magics here, but it may also be invalid. You need to deal with it yourself."
He snapped his fingers a few times, and the torch stuck in the wall lit up. Then he bowed, backed away and left.
Felix swung his magic wand to clean up the dust and cobwebs that had accumulated in the room. He smoothed out a few broken floors. When his wand touched the floor, the ground undulated like waves, and Harry seemed to be in a small boat, which reminded him of Hagrid's first experience of taking him on a boat.
When everything was quiet, the wooden floor became an exotic carpet.
Harry walked a few steps back and forth, feeling not as soft as he thought. Professor Haipu explained this: "I can't make a few cushions to let you practice magic comfortably."
Under his gaze, fragments of gadgets flew out of Professor Haipu's ring, and they leaped into a small square table, two armchairs, and some human-shaped targets.
At this moment, Felix was sitting in a chair, looking at him from behind the square table.
"Next, Potter, let's practice your best spell a hundred times."
Harry's hand holding the wand shook unnaturally, which seemed to be different from what he thought...
He also thought that he would evade the professor's attack in an embarrassing manner, like a chipmunk that kept jumping, and Professor Haipu calmly swayed the spell and showed his power to the fullest.
But now, Professor Haipu behaves like a scholar, sitting quietly on a chair, and if he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he is more like a teacher he saw in a Muggle school.
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. After almost half an hour, he weakly shouted in a hoarse voice: "Except your weapon..." As a result, his wand only ejected a string of sparks.
"Well, let's stop for a while and come here to sit." Felix said.
Harry walked to the other side of the square table wearily and sat down. He looked at Professor Haipu on the opposite side. He was writing and drawing on the parchment. After a while, he raised his head, "I know enough about your spell, very good, we have completed the first step of the test."
"It was just a test?" Harry cried out in surprise, but he was exhausted, every cell under his body was crying desperately.
Felix hooked his mouth and said softly in a seductive tone: "Potter, at your age, I have no less understanding of the disarming spell than an ordinary adult wizard, and you have this potential."
"In addition to the Disarming Curse, what you have said yourself is not a skilled iron armor curse."
"There is also the tongue spell, I can even give you one or two simple and practical spells..."
Harry swallowed his saliva ~www.novelhall.com~ With the help of the dazzling fire in the basement, although a little disrespectful, he felt that he saw the devil's smile.
But he must admit that he was moved.
Professor Haipu didn't say what would happen if he learned these spells, but he couldn't help but start the association, the admiration of classmates, the extra points in the class, and maybe he still has the opportunity to show his abilities in front of the girl he likes...
With a trembling voice, he said, "Professor, I will listen to your arrangement." He felt that his tone of voice was full of tragic feelings, as if he was about to head to the execution ground.
Felix took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to him: "First eat something, let's do the second test next."
ten minutes later.
Felix and Harry were separated by seven or eight meters, facing each other.
"Potter, let's test the maximum power of your spell this time. You have to fully mobilize your emotions, remember what was mentioned in the duel class? Determination, confidence, and most importantly, the disarming spell is to protect yourself and let the enemy lose The ability to hurt you."
Harry nodded. He took a deep breath and imagined that Malfoy was standing opposite him. He suddenly became a troll with Perkin hair, waving his stick towards him...
"Pump!" He suddenly laughed, "Uh, sorry."
The emotions have been brewing for a while--
"Except your weapons!"
Harry hissed with all his strength, a red light of the thickness of his fingers rushed towards Felix, and was stopped by an invisible barrier.
After shaking for a few times, the red light became thin as hair. Felix almost thought he had failed, but the next second, a hot beam flew out of Harry’s wand, straddling seven or eight meters, and hitting instantly. On Felix's Iron Armor Curse.
The two curses wrestled in midair, and the low roar echoed in the basement.
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Felix smiled, "Anytime, Potter, I will move in to be with you temporarily. But I will go back to school first and arrange some things. You can also think about your own schedule."
He stood up and said, "Special training will be very hard, Potter, be mentally prepared. From my personal experience, the period after the magic riot is an excellent time to learn the spell, and you will make rapid progress."
Harry agreed without hesitation.
Felix found Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar. He was a wrinkled wizard with a bent back. At his suggestion, Felix chose room twelve, which was next door to Harry.
He waved at Harry who was standing at the top of the stairs, turned and walked out of the bar, and returned to the office using the public fireplace.
He sorted out his recent work, and besides trying to add the sight glass to the course, he also came up with some good ideas. He rolled these semi-finished plans together and stuffed them into the ring.
Then, he looked at the observation record of the magic wand tree. This is what he and Professor Flitwick do every day, but this job will be left to Flitwick for the time being.
So he came to Professor Cursed's office and told Flitwick about his conflict over time. The short professor quickly agreed. He smacked his lips and said, "Magic riot... I don't know what happened to Potter. You Minerva will be at ease with that child."
Felix then saw Snape in the school. He strode like flying, his black robe floating behind him.
"Severus?" He greeted him. "You came back so early?" He knew that Snape would go home for the summer vacation every year, and he would usually return to school on the first day of school.
Snape said with a straight face, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, "You are going to ask our respected Principal Dumbledore, he called me back in order to make a disgusting potion."
He was in a bad mood at the moment, throwing off his cloak and quickly slid away.
What would be the disgusting potion? Felix looked at his back curiously.
After ten minutes, Felix returned to Diagon Alley. He knocked on room eleven and saw Harry's bed piled up with sundries, textbooks, parchment, ink bottles, and a broom repair kit.
"Professor, I'm checking my homework. Well, I still have three essays on the history of magic, two essays on potions, and one essay on spells."
"The history of magic..."
Harry clearly heard Professor Haipu's disapproval hum, but the professor didn't say much, he sat down opposite him.
"Time is precious, Potter," Felix said, "I will guide you through your homework—in your free time."
...
The owner of the Broken Cauldron provided an empty basement. According to him, it has been abandoned for a long time.
Old Tom hunched back and showed a toothless smile: "I remember there are some protective magics here, but it may also be invalid. You need to deal with it yourself."
He snapped his fingers a few times, and the torch stuck in the wall lit up. Then he bowed, backed away and left.
Felix swung his magic wand to clean up the dust and cobwebs that had accumulated in the room. He smoothed out a few broken floors. When his wand touched the floor, the ground undulated like waves, and Harry seemed to be in a small boat, which reminded him of Hagrid's first experience of taking him on a boat.
When everything was quiet, the wooden floor became an exotic carpet.
Harry walked a few steps back and forth, feeling not as soft as he thought. Professor Haipu explained this: "I can't make a few cushions to let you practice magic comfortably."
Under his gaze, fragments of gadgets flew out of Professor Haipu's ring, and they leaped into a small square table, two armchairs, and some human-shaped targets.
At this moment, Felix was sitting in a chair, looking at him from behind the square table.
"Next, Potter, let's practice your best spell a hundred times."
Harry's hand holding the wand shook unnaturally, which seemed to be different from what he thought...
He also thought that he would evade the professor's attack in an embarrassing manner, like a chipmunk that kept jumping, and Professor Haipu calmly swayed the spell and showed his power to the fullest.
But now, Professor Haipu behaves like a scholar, sitting quietly on a chair, and if he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he is more like a teacher he saw in a Muggle school.
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. After almost half an hour, he weakly shouted in a hoarse voice: "Except your weapon..." As a result, his wand only ejected a string of sparks.
"Well, let's stop for a while and come here to sit." Felix said.
Harry walked to the other side of the square table wearily and sat down. He looked at Professor Haipu on the opposite side. He was writing and drawing on the parchment. After a while, he raised his head, "I know enough about your spell, very good, we have completed the first step of the test."
"It was just a test?" Harry cried out in surprise, but he was exhausted, every cell under his body was crying desperately.
Felix hooked his mouth and said softly in a seductive tone: "Potter, at your age, I have no less understanding of the disarming spell than an ordinary adult wizard, and you have this potential."
"In addition to the Disarming Curse, what you have said yourself is not a skilled iron armor curse."
"There is also the tongue spell, I can even give you one or two simple and practical spells..."
Harry swallowed his saliva ~www.novelhall.com~ With the help of the dazzling fire in the basement, although a little disrespectful, he felt that he saw the devil's smile.
But he must admit that he was moved.
Professor Haipu didn't say what would happen if he learned these spells, but he couldn't help but start the association, the admiration of classmates, the extra points in the class, and maybe he still has the opportunity to show his abilities in front of the girl he likes...
With a trembling voice, he said, "Professor, I will listen to your arrangement." He felt that his tone of voice was full of tragic feelings, as if he was about to head to the execution ground.
Felix took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to him: "First eat something, let's do the second test next."
ten minutes later.
Felix and Harry were separated by seven or eight meters, facing each other.
"Potter, let's test the maximum power of your spell this time. You have to fully mobilize your emotions, remember what was mentioned in the duel class? Determination, confidence, and most importantly, the disarming spell is to protect yourself and let the enemy lose The ability to hurt you."
Harry nodded. He took a deep breath and imagined that Malfoy was standing opposite him. He suddenly became a troll with Perkin hair, waving his stick towards him...
"Pump!" He suddenly laughed, "Uh, sorry."
The emotions have been brewing for a while--
"Except your weapons!"
Harry hissed with all his strength, a red light of the thickness of his fingers rushed towards Felix, and was stopped by an invisible barrier.
After shaking for a few times, the red light became thin as hair. Felix almost thought he had failed, but the next second, a hot beam flew out of Harry’s wand, straddling seven or eight meters, and hitting instantly. On Felix's Iron Armor Curse.
The two curses wrestled in midair, and the low roar echoed in the basement.
Felix smiled, "Anytime, Potter, I will move in to be with you temporarily. But I will go back to school first and arrange some things. You can also think about your own schedule."He stood up and said, "Special training will be very hard, Potter, be mentally prepared. From my personal experience, the period after the magic riot is an excellent time to learn the spell, and you will make rapid progress."Harry agreed without hesitation.Felix found Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar. He was a wrinkled wizard with a bent back. At his suggestion, Felix chose room twelve, which was next door to Harry.He waved at Harry who was standing at the top of the stairs, turned and walked out of the bar, and returned to the office using the public fireplace.He sorted out his recent work, and besides trying to add the sight glass to the course, he also came up with some good ideas. He rolled these semi-finished plans together and stuffed them into the ring.Then, he looked at the observation record of the magic wand tree. This is what he and Professor Flitwick do every day, but this job will be left to Flitwick for the time being.So he came to Professor Cursed's office and told Flitwick about his conflict over time. The short professor quickly agreed. He smacked his lips and said, "Magic riot... I don't know what happened to Potter. You Minerva will be at ease with that child."Felix then saw Snape in the school. He strode like flying, his black robe floating behind him."Severus?" He greeted him. "You came back so early?" He knew that Snape would go home for the summer vacation every year, and he would usually return to school on the first day of school.Snape said with a straight face, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, "You are going to ask our respected Principal Dumbledore, he called me back in order to make a disgusting potion."He was in a bad mood at the moment, throwing off his cloak and quickly slid away.What would be the disgusting potion? Felix looked at his back curiously.After ten minutes, Felix returned to Diagon Alley. He knocked on room eleven and saw Harry's bed piled up with sundries, textbooks, parchment, ink bottles, and a broom repair kit."Professor, I'm checking my homework. Well, I still have three essays on the history of magic, two essays on potions, and one essay on spells.""The history of magic..."Harry clearly heard Professor Haipu's disapproval hum, but the professor didn't say much, he sat down opposite him."Time is precious, Potter," Felix said, "I will guide you through your homeworkin your free time."...The owner of the Broken Cauldron provided an empty basement. According to him, it has been abandoned for a long time.Old Tom hunched back and showed a toothless smile: "I remember there are some protective magics here, but it may also be invalid. You need to deal with it yourself."He snapped his fingers a few times, and the torch stuck in the wall lit up. Then he bowed, backed away and left.Felix swung his magic wand to clean up the dust and cobwebs that had accumulated in the room. He smoothed out a few broken floors. When his wand touched the floor, the ground undulated like waves, and Harry seemed to be in a small boat, which reminded him of Hagrid's first experience of taking him on a boat.When everything was quiet, the wooden floor became an exotic carpet.Harry walked a few steps back and forth, feeling not as soft as he thought. Professor Haipu explained this: "I can't make a few cushions to let you practice magic comfortably."Under his gaze, fragments of gadgets flew out of Professor Haipu's ring, and they leaped into a small square table, two armchairs, and some human-shaped targets.At this moment, Felix was sitting in a chair, looking at him from behind the square table."Next, Potter, let's practice your best spell a hundred times."Harry's hand holding the wand shook unnaturally, which seemed to be different from what he thought...He also thought that he would evade the professor's attack in an embarrassing manner, like a chipmunk that kept jumping, and Professor Haipu calmly swayed the spell and showed his power to the fullest.But now, Professor Haipu behaves like a scholar, sitting quietly on a chair, and if he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he is more like a teacher he saw in a Muggle school.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. After almost half an hour, he weakly shouted in a hoarse voice: "Except your weapon..." As a result, his wand only ejected a string of sparks."Well, let's stop for a while and come here to sit." Felix said.Harry walked to the other side of the square table wearily and sat down. He looked at Professor Haipu on the opposite side. He was writing and drawing on the parchment. After a while, he raised his head, "I know enough about your spell, very good, we have completed the first step of the test.""It was just a test?" Harry cried out in surprise, but he was exhausted, every cell under his body was crying desperately.Felix hooked his mouth and said softly in a seductive tone: "Potter, at your age, I have no less understanding of the disarming spell than an ordinary adult wizard, and you have this potential.""In addition to the Disarming Curse, what you have said yourself is not a skilled iron armor curse.""There is also the tongue spell, I can even give you one or two simple and practical spells..."Harry swallowed his saliva ~www.novelhall.com~ With the help of the dazzling fire in the basement, although a little disrespectful, he felt that he saw the devil's smile.But he must admit that he was moved.Professor Haipu didn't say what would happen if he learned these spells, but he couldn't help but start the association, the admiration of classmates, the extra points in the class, and maybe he still has the opportunity to show his abilities in front of the girl he likes...With a trembling voice, he said, "Professor, I will listen to your arrangement." He felt that his tone of voice was full of tragic feelings, as if he was about to head to the execution ground.Felix took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to him: "First eat something, let's do the second test next."ten minutes later.Felix and Harry were separated by seven or eight meters, facing each other."Potter, let's test the maximum power of your spell this time. You have to fully mobilize your emotions, remember what was mentioned in the duel class? Determination, confidence, and most importantly, the disarming spell is to protect yourself and let the enemy lose The ability to hurt you."Harry nodded. He took a deep breath and imagined that Malfoy was standing opposite him. He suddenly became a troll with Perkin hair, waving his stick towards him..."Pump!" He suddenly laughed, "Uh, sorry."The emotions have been brewing for a while--"Except your weapons!"Harry hissed with all his strength, a red light of the thickness of his fingers rushed towards Felix, and was stopped by an invisible barrier.After shaking for a few times, the red light became thin as hair. Felix almost thought he had failed, but the next second, a hot beam flew out of Harry's wand, straddling seven or eight meters, and hitting instantly. On Felix's Iron Armor Curse.The two curses wrestled in midair, and the low roar echoed in the basement.
