A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix was still talking to these people.

"Professor Snape should have told you that Potions is a delicate science, and you need to be serious, rigorous, patient, and waving your wand just right. In the course arrangement, the difficulty of learning has gradually increased. Potions are very representative, and often contain subtle techniques..."

Harry, Ron and Neville, as well as Hermione, all stared at Felix, none of them expected to have such a day: listening to the ancient Rune professor explain to them the confusion of potions - although All they think about is how to opportunistically and get high scores.

But this wonderful strange feeling lingered in the minds of several people.

"If you want to go further in the field of Potions,"—Harry, Ron, and Neville shook their heads, Felix sighed, "it's best to use the orthodox way of learning. But—" he After clearing his throat, his tone was less serious.

"Yeah, my thinking was similar to yours at the time, and I was also not interested in studying those advanced theories and delicate brewing steps," he said softly: "Admission to the Advanced Class is one of the reasons, and the other purpose is to master what I am interested in. The magic potion preparation method."

"I don't care if it's tricky or not."

Harry listened more seriously, which was also his requirement for this class - it was hard for him to imagine that he would endure loneliness in the future, hiding in an opaque basement all the year round, staring at a row of steaming cauldrons in a daze.

Felix clapped the book on his hand, "The original owner of this textbook is very good at this. There are many operation tips and simple methods in it. Of course, you will find that the notes in it not only involve potions, but also record Some fun little hexes—"

He hesitated for a moment, "There are several spells that are dangerous, and I want you to promise not to use them on your classmates."

Given the seriousness on the professor's face, the four students made a serious commitment.

"Then it's time to talk about my method," Felix's expression returned to calm, "from a higher angle, you will find that the .ls exam is to test your past learning knowledge, not to test innovation. Theoretical If you memorize all the textbooks and master the operation techniques mentioned in the book, it will be an easy and natural thing to get excellent..."

Even Hermione couldn't help glaring at him now, although she always got the best, but she definitely had nothing to do with the word 'easy'.

"Theoretical knowledge can be solved by yourself. For practical operation, my suggestion is to sort out the configuration method of each potion, pick out those tedious and difficult steps, and try to simplify it. There may be several steps to make a potion. Ten. Hundreds of steps, but if you summarize them according to the 'purpose', it may only add up to a dozen steps - you should also have your own experience, right?"

But judging from the expressions on the faces of several people, it seems that Felix asked a very unnecessary question. But he can guarantee that this is by no means his own problem. "At least there are similar ideas in this set of books, and I also attach my personal opinions. Well, that's all."

Felix handed them the book, and Luna, Cedric, and the others were still waiting, because the professor had said before that they needed their help.

Harry and Neville put the book they were holding on the small square table, sat down with Ron and Hermione, and looked at Felix.

"You all have mastered the Patronus Charm, right?"

Almost everyone nodded. Even Fred and George, who were only a foot tall, said 'almost' because there were still people out there. "I won't!" cried Astoria. "I'm just in third grade."

Draco on the side didn't say a word, but he didn't seem to have mastered the spell.

"You can watch, eat some biscuits, or hang out," Felix said to the loud Astoria.

Astoria stayed angrily.

"I'm looking for you to do a test. I originally wanted to put it after the school started, but if you think about it, today's chance is better. After all, not all students in the Rune Club can use this magic."

Harry actually wanted to say that he had taught the spell at the 'Front Lookout', but he soon realized that the professor knew about it.

"The test itself isn't dangerous, but it's quite emotional."

Felix stopped and waited for a while, and seeing that no one objected, he continued.

"The Patronus itself is a perfect combination of positive emotions and magic. According to the ancient prints and manuscripts, it can be known that this spell has been used in very ancient times, but - I don't know when, the Patronus spell can only be mastered In the hands of wizards with pure, positive emotional power.

Some people, especially dark wizards whose minds have fallen into darkness, don't seem worthy of using it at all. "

Felix said, looking away from Harry.

He spent a lot of thought on this magic, especially after combining the knowledge given by Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, he made subversive improvements to it, making the magic beyond the original limit.

At one point he thought he had reached the limit of his understanding of the spell, but it turned out that he had discovered something new from Harry's demonstration anyway.

Harry was one of the most gifted wizards he had ever met.

As far as he knew, the first time Harry successfully released the physical Patronus was on the covered bridge in the third grade. Since then, Harry has mastered the skills of using the Patronus to pass messages without a teacher, and later integrated ancient Rune into it, giving it a physical attack, and showed excellent actual combat ability when hunting down Umbridge not long ago. .

He was ahead of most wizards, but Harry still couldn't incorporate the runes of other emotions into the Patronus.

Because the Patronus itself is constructed from pure to extreme positive emotions, mixing any other emotions is 'mixing sand', making magic no longer pure.

So Harry has been unable to succeed.

The difference between Felix and Harry is that his Swift Patronus was rebuilt with memory nodes, and it was very stable. Even if it was mixed with other emotions, it was forcibly kneaded by him under his superb control.

Felix even takes the difficulty for granted. But Harry's experience tells him that maybe it's just his ingrained "escalation mindset" at work. He re-read Ravenclaw's notes, and analyzed the structure of Ravenclaw's crown, and combined with the knowledge acquired from various ways, trying to sort out a clear framework of "emotional magic".

The results are remarkable.

He started an entire line of Patronus magic.

But the thinking didn't stop there...

"I want you to pay attention to a few words, 'pure, positive emotional power.' This will be important in the discussion that follows," Felix said. "When you learn this magic, you use joy. memory. Is that so?"

Several people nodded.

Harry thought of the scene Remus taught himself, and he also mentioned that positive emotions can be used against Dementors, but in practice he was using happy memories, or imagined happy enough memories.

"I discovered a secret when I was researching - maybe I thought too much, and the specific conclusions have yet to be verified. But it does not prevent me from sharing it with you:

In the long period of the patron saint's circulation, its history has passed through three vague stages that can only be supported by speculation.

There is no textual research or history in the first stage, and people can only understand it from prints. At that time there was no sign of dementors, and Voldemort bats were not discovered until the eighteenth century - and this creature lived only in the tropics;

In the second stage, around the Middle Ages, that period of history was relatively intact, and the wizards at that time understood the Patronus spell closer to the current point of view, but this spell was still the rarest and most difficult to master deep defense magic , has long been associated with those 'wizards who fought for a noble cause'.

Miranda Goshak, who wrote the Standard Spells book series, describes the Patronus, saying, 'This ancient and mysterious spell summons a magical Patronus that is the reflection of all your most positive emotions. ’

I've also seen a similar statement in some old Rune Codex.

But there are subtle differences between this description and the third stage—that is, in the past two or three hundred years, when wizards wrote study notes for this magic. They invariably equate "most positive emotion" with "happiest memory."

Maybe doing this does reduce the difficulty?

Maybe this was the first trick of a wizard, and then it spread. After everyone tried it, the success rate really improved. But to be precise, this magic only distinguishes normal wizards from particularly evil dark wizards. If it is only for this purpose, it seems that it is not worthy of its fame..."

Felix briefly described his research, and finally said: "I have repeatedly compared and felt that the problem may lie in the emotions involved. Happy memories may be a type of positive emotions, but whether it can be compared with 'fighting for a noble cause' ' Is this belief comparable?"

He looked at the crowd, "Maybe one of you can give an answer." His eyes jumped between Harry, Hermione, Cedric, and the Weasley twins, who he knew were all Have your own beliefs, such as defeating Voldemort, forming a pan-magic alliance, creating a new profession...

In fact, Draco barely counted, but he didn't know the spell yet.

Felix has expectations, but also believes that it will not be easy to succeed, after all, he himself is in the groping stage.

He had previously selectively forgotten this magical technique, pouring full emotions into the magic like a beginner, but instead of using positive, happy memories, he used as much as possible as described in the ancient codex , the belief of "fighting for a noble cause".

He just meets this need: he intends to transform the magical world and bring the magical world into line with the real world. In Felix's point of view, how can this be regarded as a noble cause?

But the results were dismal.

He couldn't use this belief to spawn a physical Patronus, and it seemed that there was something missing, and at best, it was nothing more than summoning a silver shield made of mist, in a vague shape.

The students sitting on the sofa looked at each other in dismay. The professor seemed to deny the Patronus Charm. No, did he dig out the true form of this magic on this basis? Just...don't know if it's correct.

"Let's try it."

Felix stretched out his hand, and Fred and George quickly inflated like balloons, growing from one foot to two feet, three feet...until they returned to their original shape, they touched their faces and let out a strange cry.

Then Felix said in a low, bewitching tone:

"Think about it, you are the best among your peers, you have a firm will, and if you want, you can do something big. Everyone has their own place in society, but for you, you don't Will succumb to the arrangement of fate, but follow the guidance of the heart to find the real mission..."

The lights in the office dimmed, and his voice seemed to have magic, easily bringing these people into his preset mood. They were thinking about what they really wanted.

Only Draco and Astoria stared wide-eyed. They weren't affected, but Draco felt weird now, if he didn't lose his memory, it seemed like the professor had just changed what he said to him and used it on someone else?

"Think about the noble cause in your mind, how much you are willing to give... When you are hit, frustrated, opposed, and even desperate, what do you do? Now, take out your wand, shout a spell, and let me see your determination !"

The ancient Rune office was plunged into complete darkness, and two people, Draco and Astoria, tried to illuminate with their wands, but found it impossible to do so. In the utter darkness, they heard a voice that became more solemn and solemn, shouting a spell with great determination: "God Guard—"

The professor's whispers crept into his ears from all directions, making the only people who were not affected shiver. They came together subconsciously.

"What, what's going on?" Astoria asked timidly.

"Stay still," Draco said through gritted teeth. "And don't pinch me." Astoria shyly took her fingers from his arm.

"Call God Guard!"

A dim light appeared, and Cedric's face flashed, followed by an even brighter light, the twins with tensed faces, serious expressions, and Hermione and Neville, but their faces were like dream bubbles, It only stayed for a few seconds, and then fell into the dark world again.

Stress is present in everyone.

But after trying for a long time, no one succeeded. Felix frowned, is there really a problem - his guess was wrong, there has never been a 'true patron saint'?

He had to change tactics.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, this time not encouraging but striking.

"Quit... Give it up... As if it never happened, bury the dream in your heart, and accept the reality honestly... It's not ashamed, how can one person fight against the whole world? There will always be opportunities in the future..."

A darker darkness descended, so thick that it was impossible to reach out for five fingers.

Feng Ming sounded. Dumbledore and Fox appeared in the office, his brow furrowed, his expression serious, and the thick black fog seemed to have no effect.

"Felix," he said quietly.

"Albus, you are here." Felix replied calmly.

While speaking, a few more silver moon-like rays of light went out, but there were still people struggling. Dumbledore's eyes swept across the students present, and he quickly understood what was going on. He observed silently, and finally set his eyes on Harry.

Harry's face was red, his eyes were red, and his teeth were rattling.

"What vision did you show the child?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's not something I can control - I just add layer by layer to send him into a more 'desperate' situation," Felix said, waving his hand to wake some students out of the dark so they don't get really overwhelmed collapse. It's not that they have nothing to gain, at least they can use this opportunity to be more aware of what they want.

On the contrary, it was Harry and Neville, who were extremely resilient and could last for a while.

Harry is now completely immersed in his own fantasy, dead, everyone is dead... Sirius, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Hep, Snape... Mad-Eye, Remus, Tonks ...Neville, Ginny, Fred, George, the Weasleys...

He heard the gurgling sound of running water, the sound of blood pooling together.

Harry stared blankly at Voldemort, grinning, and the bodies of Ron and Hermione lay at his feet.

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand, "Surrender." He said triumphantly in a high and grim voice, "Everyone you know is dead, and this is the end of defying the Dark Lord."—"No! ' Harry shouted frantically, but a dazzling green light from the tip of Voldemort's wand made him fall to the ground.

he died.

Harry lay in the icy darkness, surrounded by dead silence. A voice told him that he could be given a chance to come again, but he needed to obey his own destiny.

"Submit to Voldemort?" The voice didn't refute, and Harry gritted his teeth and got up from the cold ground. At this moment, Voldemort came out of the darkness, followed by a shadowy figure in darkness. Harry took a deep breath and raised his wand. But there was a voice behind him too, and Harry turned his head sharply, as if those who had died had returned.

He stared blankly at the familiar faces. They seemed to be eroded by the darkness, repeating the words of the coward like clay sculptures.

"Give it up, Harry," said Hermione.

"We've failed completely, and the Dark Lord is willing to spare our lives," said Ron bitterly.

"Give in for now," said Professor Hepp succinctly.

The Death Eaters and Voldemort's dark servants pounced, drowning the people he valued, leaving only a circular gap, like a ring made of flesh and blood. Voldemort stood in the ring and looked at him mockingly.

"You are the last. Die like this, or submit to my rule?"

Harry raised his wand in response, the voice in his head urging him to use the Patronus Charm, calling God to protect...

A huge stag jumped out majestically.

It stood between Harry and Voldemort, like a true giant, feet on the ground, green light pierced and darkness pierced.

The people in the office looked at Harry's new Patronus. The silver light converged like water and merged into the stag's body. As the line of sight gradually became clear, the shiny silver fur on the stag's body was clearly visible, making it look like it was real in reality. creatures that exist.

Its eyes are both wet ~www.readwn.com~ passionate, but also calm, firm, and indomitable. Like its owner, when it stood here, everyone - whether it was an illusory person who only existed in Harry's imagination, or a student who was under great pressure in reality, felt courage and conviction. The body is filled with infinite power.

It was as if they also shared that heavy weight of courage and faith.

Felix looked at the reborn Patronus. He finally knew where he was lacking. Although he might not change it, he did know.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist. He fumbled for the black gemstone ring in his hand, and the biggest stone in his heart fell to the ground. The real planning can begin. His mouth wriggled, and the sound became a line and burrowed into Felix's ear.

"Voldemort asked me to meet last night. After a long time, he seems to have finally confirmed my status... The duel time is set."

"When?"

"Two months later!"

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