A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 105 Four Professors
In the center of the auditorium, hundreds of candles are burning, and the weather on the ceiling is like black velvet, not a single star can be seen.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood among the Gryffindor crowd, whispering to each other.

"Harry, are you done with your form?" Hermione asked him.

"Almost," said Harry vaguely, honestly, he's only a third of the way through the form.

Half a month ago, after the last dueling class, Hermione told him that the sparks from the tip of the wand were a sign that the disarming spell was about to succeed, so after returning to the common room, he couldn't help but dragged Ron to practice with him for half a month. Hours.

It had never been successful, and Ron, who was sleepy to death, asked him to think of himself as Malfoy, and Snape would do it too.

As a result, he successfully used the Disarming Charm.

Hermione, who heard the news the next day, was very envious of this, "Harry, you are a genius! I dare say that no one of your age can do this."

Harry said with some embarrassment: "I have a special feeling about this spell."

The little witch picked up a piece of paper from her schoolbag, "Let's go through the evaluation criteria given by Professor Haipu."

Harry stood there dumbfounded: "Her, Hermione, I haven't had time to read it yet..."

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In the auditorium.

Ron couldn't help but interjected, "Harry is already very proficient with the Disarming Charm. He can succeed eight or nine times out of ten, unlike me..." He suddenly had a bitter face: "One or two times out of ten."

Hermione took out the parchment from her robe, and the form on it was filled with data.She said anxiously, "Although I can use it, this, this, and this standard are just up to the standard. What if I wake up one day and suddenly can't do it?"

Neville, who had been listening for a long time, humbly asked Hermione for advice: "Hermione, what should I do if the form is full and I haven't mastered the spell yet?"

Hermione: "Uh..." After being stunned for a long time, she said uncertainly, "Have you tried breaking down the exercises?"

"Of course I tried, but two-thirds of the items I failed to meet..." Neville's round face wrinkled into a ball, and he said pitifully: "I'm too stupid, maybe Professor Snape is wrong wrong."

"Don't lose heart, Neville. I can help you sort out what you're not good at," said Hermione.

"Thank you, Hermione."

Harry also comforted him and said, "Neville, we can practice together."

"Yeah, don't mind what Snape says, your Herbology class is great," said Ron. "Neville, believe in yourself, you are an unpolished gem, and one day it will shine brightly."

Frankly speaking, having gone through Lockhart's trials, he now speaks good things as soon as he opens his mouth.

Neville's face turned red quickly, and he was even a little flattered.

He was a little embarrassed and stammered, "I just like to play with flowers and plants. Grandma has a lot of flowers, and I take care of them during the holidays."

"You see, that's your strength," Harry said encouragingly.

On the other side, Felix stood at the door of the auditorium, waiting for the arrival of several professors.

Professor Flitwick arrived first. He changed out of his usual wizard robes and wore a close-fitting men's dress, with his hair done very neatly.

"Felius, you look great today." Felix praised.

Flitwick was in a good mood, "Thank you, Felix. This is what I wore when I won the duel championship."

The two chatted casually.

"Felix, have you made any progress in your research on that magic?"

"It can barely be used, but to be honest, it is too incomplete. I can even say that it is a simplified spell mixed with ancient magic ideas..."

"Ahem! Felix, there is no way, there are not many ancient magics that can be passed down intact."

The two were discussing the feasibility of re-enacting ancient magic, but it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. They had too little information at hand, and there was no common research idea in the magic world.

Felix felt that if he had enough runes, one day, he would be able to recover the magic very easily.

Just don't know how many years it will take.

He has quietly lowered the priority of this matter, ready to let things take their course.

Soon, Professor McGonagall and Snape came together, maybe because Felix's eyes were too obvious, Snape couldn't help but stab him. "What's going on in your head, Felix?"

"It's nothing, I just thought you'd be counting the time." He said with some embarrassment.

The four professors arrived, and Felix started to talk about the business: "My idea is that this dueling class is mainly about demonstration. The four of us introduced the most essential part of our views on dueling."

"In the follow-up courses, I will invite different professors in stages, so that you can fully explain your ideas."

Flitwick was the first to say, "Of course not."

Others have no objection.

So when the four professors appeared in the auditorium at the same time and stepped onto the gilded ring, the little wizards all had shocked expressions on their faces.

Ron groaned, "What day is today?"

The audience exploded with excitement, hundreds of students were buzzing and discussing, and the little wizards of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor burst into loud applause to welcome the head of their own college.

"Why didn't you see Professor Sprout?" asked a second-year Hufflepuff wizard.

"Ernie, Ms. Sprout doesn't care about this..." said a senior.

The other three professors did not speak tacitly, and looked at Felix at the same time.

Felix stood up, and he blessed himself with a loud voice: "It's an honor that we invited Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick today, and they are willing to show you more possibilities of dueling. Cheers, little wizard them!"

The audience applauded thunderously, as if it was a festival, Harry's slap was red.

"Do you think Snape doesn't want to do it anymore?"

"Although I think you are thinking too much, but this idea is really good!"

Next, after some refusals, Professor McGonagall stayed in the ring, and the other three retreated to the audience.

Flitwick took out a handkerchief, turned it into a high platform, and stood on it himself.

Professor McGonagall held hands tightly together, she looked at everyone with a serious expression, and the crowd gradually became quiet.

Everyone was curious about what she would say, after all, in their minds, Transfiguration had little to do with duels.

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat, looked at all the students calmly and said: "Transfiguration is a profound magical subject, it can do many unimaginable things, and in this respect, your Headmaster Dumbledore is the best at it." gone."

"This is new." Ron muttered under the stage. "Don't tell me he defeated the Dark Lord with Transfiguration."

"Of course, that requires advanced magical support, and it is difficult for you to do this." McGonagall said, "The significance of Transfiguration to you is not in the strength of power, but in enriching your means."

"The core of Transfiguration is change, change at will."

Professor McGonagall drew out his wand, raised his arms straight, and a chair piled in a corner flew over.

The chair turned into a big black cat in mid-air, and it fell to the ground nimbly and lightly. Following Professor McGonagall's wand command, the big cat quickly circled around her.

In the next second, it jumped up suddenly, its body swelled rapidly, and transformed into a majestic lion, its golden mane reflected fine light.

(End of this chapter)