A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 274 "Absolutely No Spikes"

"Maybe Professor Lupine... hiss~"

The sudden cold wind pierced Ron's neckline, making him swallow the remaining half of his words.He looked at the window of the lounge, carefully picked up a piece of broken glass: "There is a hole here, no one repair it?"

Hermione said impatiently: "It's just a spell thing, please do it yourself."

When he got back to the bedroom, Ron said to Harry: "Maybe her cat did it, I think it's a bit weird, especially the way it looks at me..."

Harry didn't continue the topic, nor did he tell Ron the fact that he threw Crookshanks out of his bed two or three times. In his mind, the cat seemed to be particularly attached to the smell of Scabbers, even after he disappeared. Come to visit, maybe it just regrets not having a snack?
However, Harry couldn't guarantee that if Scabbers was still there, would he be stimulated to suddenly become a dark wizard, 'maybe he just couldn't stand Crookshanks' harassment and left. ’ he thought, in a way, the cat had saved his life and Ron’s.

Harry looked for new topics while undressing, "By the way, what did you want to say just now?"

Ron put his shoe-off hand down, frowned and thought carefully: "I wanted to say, maybe Professor Lupine is going to use your dementor doll to replace the Boggart."

After a few seconds, Harry suddenly realized, and he said excitedly: "You are right, Professor Haip wrote on the card that dolls can help me, I thought I could use it to overcome my insanity It’s a strange fear, to prevent the accident of the Quidditch match from happening again, now it seems that Professor Haipu has long anticipated such a day.”

Ron put on his pajamas with a smile: "But it's not that big of a difference. You used it to convince Wood to let you continue participating in the competition. Remember, the first time he saw this thing, he was almost paralyzed with fright..."

Even though Ron was exaggerating, Harry couldn't help laughing, especially at the thought of the sturdy Wood huddling himself in the back of the chair like a kitten.

Across the bed, Neville said sleepily, "Harry? What happened?"

"It's nothing, go to bed quickly." He said hastily.

Lying in bed, Harry thought hopefully, hoping he wouldn't miss the next Quidditch practice, just like Hermione never missed a single elective - amazing, but all he wanted was results.

……

In the next few days, apart from attending classes, going to the library, and studying the Pensieve borrowed from Dumbledore every day, Felix spent quite a long time sorting out the teaching steps of the ancient magic—the lighting technique.

This is the end-of-term reward he prepared for the club. Although this magic can only be regarded as an infinitely enhanced version of fluorescent flashes, it is satisfactory both in terms of effect and safety.

The only consequence of this magic getting out of control is to drain the magic power of the reckless learner. Compared with those examples of being backlashed by the spell, burning into a pile of ashes, or being drained and turned into a mummified corpse, it is really too friendly.

Felix intends to separate this ancient magic, integrate the knowledge into the next assembly, and teach it after the exams of this semester are over.

In addition, his communication with Nick Flamel resumed again. Although the two only communicated through photos, he keenly sensed that Nick Flamel's words were full of anger, and he couldn't help but sink in his heart. Dumbledore Words resurfaced: Nick's wife might not make it through the winter...

But Nick Flamel avoided talking about it, and he could only pretend not to know, so as to avoid opening the old man's scars.

Maybe when the summer vacation comes, he can discuss with Nick Flamel and live with him for a while.

During this period, Mundungus contacted him several times and sent him some ancient alchemy products. He also took out a beautiful silverware. Felix judged from the workmanship that the silverware was made by goblins. Things are always valuable, and it can be seen that the owner often plays with them. Felix guesses that they may come from a pure-blood family.

Mundungus tentatively asked if he wanted more. He had a stable source of goods, which made Felix more confirmed. He couldn't help feeling that there were some pure-blood families that were glamorous on the surface, and secretly began to sell them.

In the first dueling class in January, Felix explained the rules of the small duel competition, and arranged for some senior students to demonstrate, except that black magic, semi-permanent transformation, high-risk curses and potions are not allowed , and there are not many restrictions.

"This competition will be as close to reality as possible. The venue is not a ring. After the research of several professors, we decided to make full use of classroom No. [-]. That's right, it was changed from the practical classroom of the ancient magic text class."

"There is still one month before the official start of the duel competition, you can make sufficient preparations."

In this dueling class, apart from the news revealed by Felix, the most eye-catching thing was Neville. His silent stun spell successfully knocked down several opponents, which shocked those who knew him.

With his heart pounding, Neville grinned as he watched Harry give him the thumbs up, the first time he had won cleanly.After Seamus Finnigan was awakened, he slapped Neville's chest exaggeratedly, "Hey buddy, did you take some kind of strong drug?"

Although everyone was happy for Neville's progress, his changes also made many people feel a sense of crisis. The most intuitive one was that the dueling self-study group formed by Harry, Ron and Hermione became popular in a small area.

In an abandoned classroom, Ron said resolutely, "Come on, Harry." A small group of people surrounded him, making his expression even more tragic.

Harry hesitated, but obeyed, pointed his wand at Ron, and yelled, "Quickly imprison!" An enchanted string wrapped around him, binding him from head to toe, and Ron En hit the mat with a bang.

He ran over, lifted the spell, helped Ron up, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still here?"

"Come on, I want to experience your magic a few more times—his~" Ron grinned and said, "Has your magic mutated, I feel like my ass has been punctured by a spike."

The students around them all took a step back, and several girls - Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil looked at them with disgust.

Harry explained in a panic: "No, his skin should be swollen, that's why he felt the tingling, I've experienced—" He stopped, feeling himself getting darker and darker.

Now, even Ginny looked at him strangely.

Harry gave up his explanation dejectedly, glared at Ron, and said angrily, "Are you ready?"

"Wait--"

"boom!"

Ron fell to the ground again, and Harry said sincerely to the others: "You can check, there are absolutely no spikes..."

(End of this chapter)