A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 295 What You Worry About Happened in April

"This is still a talent."

That's what Felix thought on Saturday morning, watching Eddie Camilleche show off his new runes.

Eddie held a cluster of small flames in his hand, showing it to others, then he closed his palms dramatically, and slowly spread his hands amidst the exclamation of everyone, an orange rune symbol kept flashing.

"Look, this is the flame rune, do you want to learn it?" He said to his companion mysteriously, "Just two silver Sickles."

……

Felix came out of the auditorium, and Harry, Ron and Hermione suddenly appeared from nowhere, "Professor, we have an appointment—" Harry said breathlessly.

Felix looked at them: "I want to notify you later with the patron saint, well, come with me."

He led the three of them up to the eighth floor of the castle, and stood opposite a tapestry. Harry first glanced at the interesting picture of 'a troll chasing a ballet teacher', and then followed the professor, facing the blank wall.

"There are many hidden rooms in the castle, and some of them are magical enough not to be affected by the anti-apparation spell. The Chamber of Secrets is one, and here is one," Felix explained.

"In the history of Hogwarts, many people have used it unintentionally - when they needed it most, but later they found that they couldn't get in anyway, so they gave it a name, Flying Room , or the Room of Requirement."

The three chanted the name.

"But in fact, it has always been here, or in other words, here is its fixed entrance." Speaking of this, Felix was a little dazed. The Room of Requirement is embedded in Hogwarts' magical defense system. Rely on the magic of the castle to keep it going.

And as far as he knew, the door of the Room of Requirement could be opened anywhere in the castle. If he could borrow this power, would he be able to avoid the restriction of the anti-apparition spell?
He suppressed this thought, and continued: "The way to make the entrance appear is very simple, concentrate on thinking about the venue you need, and pass through here three times, a door will appear on the wall, just like..."

He stopped because a silver door actually appeared in the wall, and when it opened, a drunken woman stepped out, Sybill Trelawney.

Felix had to lament his luck. It seemed that the two met in front of the Room of Requirement for the second time. The first time was when Trelawney came out of the office to hide the wine bottle. He asked for some information about the Room of Requirement. The second time—and now, they ran into each other face to face.

"Felix...Hip?" Trelawney stared dimly for a long time before she recognized him, "You, uh... hiccup~"

Felix took two steps back, "Professor Trelawney, you're drunk, and it's morning."

"Does it matter? Anyway - I don't have class again!" She took two steps crookedly, her eyes fell on Hermione, "Son, I saw you again, I had expected, uh, You will leave, leave forever..."

Hermione said with a straight face, "You should have pointed out my name directly, Professor Trelawney."

Felix blinked. He happened to know about this. His assistant quit the divination class some time ago. He guessed it might be because her grades in this class were really not outstanding, even worse than those nonsense.

Before that, Trelawney casually said a vague 'prophecy' in class: Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever~
It's hard to say whether the two are related or not.

Trelawney seemed to wake up, she pulled up the scarf on her body, and the bright beads on it jingled: "The third eye may become a burden, I don't want to make myself look different, you know..." She Slowly left.

"Oh, yes." Trelawney turned around. "Honey, what you're worried about will happen in April."

Harry and Ron looked at her suspiciously. Ron took a deep breath and asked softly, "Who is she talking about?"

Hermione said sharply, "There are four of us, and whoever had a little accident in April we'll know who she's talking about."

Felix said in a relaxed tone: "I will attend the awarding ceremony of the Merlin Medal in early April. I don't know if Sybil is referring to this...Frankly speaking, I am not very worried."

They walked into the Room of Requirement, which was a spacious classroom, empty, with a ceiling fifty feet high, and a floor so clean that there was not even a hair in it, painted in different colors like a colorful grid.

Each grid is marked with a number, from one to ten, repeating continuously.

"Professor, what should I do?" Harry was suddenly a little nervous when things came to an end. He held his wand and made a silly pose. Hermione and Ron were glad they didn't have to try it today.

"Use what you've learned in the untitled book," said Felix. "I've taught you everything that needs to be taught, and besides, your paper is well written."

"Really?" Harry was a little embarrassed, but he did feel a burst of relaxation and happiness. He didn't know if it was the professor comforting himself, but he decided to follow this feeling.

"We don't have to care about a few feet, though Apparation gets harder the farther you go," said Felix. "So, pick a number that interests you, Harry."

"Uh, I choose..." He glanced uncertainly at the grid in front of him, "How about the number seven?"

"Very good." Felix said encouragingly: "You can close your eyes and listen to me read a guide: Imagine you are in the warm sunshine...you hear the birdsong, smell the flowers, you are very relaxed now, Stay in this state, imagine the grid of the number seven, think as clearly as you can, what is it like? Now start to mobilize the magic, you will suddenly feel a strong desire to occupy the space in front of you, you have already Can't wait...right now!"

"boom!"

There was a crackling sound in the air, like a firework being lit, and Ron and Hermione were surprised to see that Harry disappeared, and then appeared on the edge of the red grid with the number seven.

Harry lost his balance and fell forward, and he quickly reached out to the ground to save himself from making a fool of himself.He gasped excitedly, looked down at his feet, "I, I succeeded—"

"Excellent," Felix said. "Next, let's try again. This time, there are no leads, and you do it yourself."

Harry was full of confidence, he stared at the original position - the white grid with the number one written on it, goal, determination, calmness...

He closed his eyes, feeling light and light, did he succeed?He didn't hear the sound, opened his eyes and found that he was still in place.

"Try again, Harry, it feels important."

He still failed the third time, and he was a little anxious. The fourth and fifth times——

"boom!"

Hermione let out a scream and Harry opened his eyes to find himself in square one, the only problem was - his right leg was still twenty feet in place.

He thought he would panic and faint from fear, but he didn't, except because Professor Haipu was here, and another reason was that he had experienced too many split bodies in the Untitled Book.

"Separation, it's a normal phenomenon." Felix walked to Harry's side calmly, waved his wand, and after a puff of purple smoke cleared, Harry sat on the ground panting, his face dripping with sweat.

"Do you want to rest, or continue?" Felix asked.

"Continue," Harry grinned, "Professor, I have found a little special training feeling."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"It's still a split body, this time it's the ear, can you hear it - of course, let's continue."

"boom!"

"puff!"

"That's right, you're getting more and more proficient, have you noticed that the sound when casting spells has become smaller, we are on the right path!"

Ron and Hermione were as quiet as two quails, and Hermione whispered, "Is this the special training Harry mentioned? It's just, it's just..."

"It's like masochistic, isn't it?" Ron described his feeling, "but it works very well, except for the need to overcome the psychological discomfort, oops, it's separated again, this time it's the arm..."

Half an hour passed, "Let's take a short break and have something to eat." Felix stopped Harry from continuing to practice Apparation. He looked at the empty room and said accurately and clearly: "I A table and four chairs are required."

The Room of Requirement met his needs, and a small brown square table and four sofa chairs appeared in front of him.

Felix winked at them: "I'm just showing you that you may need it later, but you can just ask for it in your heart." He waved his hand, and a few plates of snacks and chocolates flew out from the ring on his left hand, as well as a Large jug of fresh orange juice.

Harry walked over lightly, his legs were limp, as if he was stepping on cotton.He slumped on the sofa chair, feeling weak all over.

Felix conjured up a straw and let a glass of orange juice float in front of him. Harry lowered his head, bit the straw, and drank it "gulp".

"Professor, if I'm going to practice Apparating, will I do the same?" Hermione asked timidly.

"You are different from Harry," Felix said. "He prefers to feel, and you value rationality. Therefore, for you, it is more suitable for you to practice while thinking and sum up the gains and losses of each spellcasting."

"Hermione's the smartest witch I've ever known," said Harry, looking up, and Ron agreed.

"It has nothing to do with being smart, Harry." Felix said gently, "Everyone is good at different things. Some people just rely more on intuition to learn magic, such as you. You can regard it as a talent."

Ron said thoughtfully: "I think I also rely on intuition, no, I rely on experience. Many of my magics are learned through personal experience, such as the imprisonment spell, stun spell, and disarm spell..."

Felix looked at Ron strangely. He had heard Hermione mention that Ron created an "experiential learning method", using his own body to experience the effects of spells, and then the speed of learning spells was greatly accelerated.

The most outrageous time was when he was learning the Confinement Curse. He asked Harry to tie him up more than 20 times. As a result, before the end of the day's self-study duel, he successfully released the magic rope as thick as a finger.

I heard that many people tried to imitate, but no one succeeded in replicating Ron's feat.

Felix guessed that either Ron really has the talent of 'being abused to grow', or his potential is more than that, but he just can't show it on weekdays, so he subconsciously found such an outrageous reason for himself .

(End of this chapter)