Chapter 177： Harry's Special Training

"Potter, wake up! Potter..."

Harry opened his eyes slowly, the light of the torch was a little dazzling, making Professor Haipu's shadow a little fuzzy.

For a moment, his expression was a little dazed.

He got up from the ground and straightened his glasses, "What's wrong with me?"

"It's normal to get tired and lose strength." Felix looked at him, "Come here first today. Let's go up and eat something. I also want to make your special training plan."

Harry felt very uncomfortable, his limbs were weak and his body was light and fluttering.

He followed Felix and staggered up the stairs, his stomach turned upside down.

It wasn't until he poured a big glass of juice and finished two pies that he felt that he had come back to life again and was in the mood to think about some problems.

"Professor, you said this phenomenon is normal, do you have similar experiences? Also, you told me that a period of time after the magic riot is very suitable for practicing magic spells, and this is your personal experience..."

Harry's speech slowed down, and he remembered that Hermione had expressed sympathy for Professor Haipu very emotionally.

The background at the time was that news of the duel club was released, and everyone discussed the topic around the word "duel". Professor Haipu’s "brilliant experience" was once again spoken out and talked about, but the boys hated to replace them one by one, while the little witches showed admiration or sympathy for his unfair treatment in school. .

And Hermione is one of them.

Harry couldn't understand her thoughts at the time, but now, he suddenly understood a little bit.

Facing his question, Felix said briefly: "Indeed..."

What is it really? When Harry was lying on his own bed, he was still thinking about it.

Early the next morning, Harry was awakened by Dobby's knock on the door. He opened the door in a daze. The elf respectfully handed over the toiletries, and Professor Haipu stood beside him.

"Hurry up, Potter, we have a very heavy task today."

Harry felt a novel experience, similar to the feeling he felt when he was a guest at the Burrow and was awakened by Mrs. Weasley. Few adults intervened in his life, reminding him to pay attention to brushing time—if not for the Dursleys' angry rants at him.

All morning, they were huddled in the basement. He kept casting the disarming curse. In Professor Haipu's words, "We want to maximize our profits. You will find that in the student stage, one trick is eaten all over the world."

He felt like he was about to vomit, but Professor Haipu took the trouble to point out his mistake and spent a lot of time explaining the advanced techniques of this spell.

"You have to think of yourself as a duelist, or a newcomer Auror. Your magic is very active. You can feel it, mobilize it, and control it so that it can burst out." Felix said as he directed Harry towards Harry. A super-sensation curse was imposed.

"At the same time, this is a good time to learn the silent cast of the Disarming Curse."

"There is also the part of magic theory. I will only explain the most related to the disarming spell. It may not be useful for you to learn other spells, but we have to speed up the time. I want to see how far you will reach."

Harry discovered that Professor Haipu always seemed unkind when he was in the basement. He would wake up himself when he fell on the ground again and again, without delay for a second, but after special training, he I would take myself to the Florin cold drink shop, or stand with him outside the window of the Quidditch broom boutique specialty store, looking at the latest Firebolt samples in a daze.

Of course, Harry guessed that Professor Haipu must have no broomstick in his mind, because once again, after two minutes in a daze, he asked himself to use the disarming spell, "Is there a sense of invigoration? Just like you He should be born with this spell."

At that time, his answer was a bit sloppy. He didn't remember whether it was "somewhat similar" or "that's it" without humility.

They also met Neville Longbottom, his classmate, a boy with a round face and a forgetful mind. He was with his grandmother. She looked terrible, holding a big red handbag in each hand, and was sternly reprimanding Neville.

Harry wanted to escape because he had used Neville's name fraudulently when he was riding on the Cavaliers bus, and he hoped that Neville's grandmother would never find out.

But Neville saw Harry and waved at him excitedly: "Harry, Harry! It's great to meet you, I lost my book list."

Harry quickly borrowed a piece of parchment from Professor Haipu and wrote the name of the new textbook on it.

"Ah, you are Harry Potter, Neville told me about you, a good boy, very talented. You instructed his disarming spell, and he said you learn quickly, unlike him..." Neville's grandmother clasped her handbag tightly and twisted her eyebrows together. "This kid didn't inherit the talents of his parents. I was worried until he received the notice."

Neville looked at Harry secretly, and Harry didn't dare to speak. The old woman was really scary, but what he didn't expect was that Professor Haipu who was silent on the side opened his mouth and said: "Nah Will Longbottom, I saw you on the elective list. I am glad you will choose my course."

"Are you a professor at Hogwarts?" Neville's grandmother asked.

"Felix Haip, I teach ancient magic texts, madam."

"I have heard of your name, Mr. Haipu, I really appreciate your courage, not everyone dares to face a despicable pure-blood family," she pointed at Neville proudly, "just like his parents, in the war In the years, I have been standing on the front line of resisting Voldemort's rule, even if I was tortured by some scum...

She wiped the corners of her eyes and left with Neville.

Neville lipped at Harry: See you on the train. Immediately, he was dragged away.

"What happened to Neville's parents?" Harry asked, looking at his back.

Felix replied: "I don't know too well, it should have been sacrificed in the battle with the Death Eaters."

...

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and Professor Haipu showed him a thick stack of forms.

"These are the statistics for my practice of the disarming spell?" Harry said astonished, pointing to the thick parchment.

"There is no need to make a fuss, tell you a secret, I am in the Muggle world, because of this!" Felix joked.

Harry looked at the above curve. With ten spells as a unit, his progress was not obvious, but if he was using a hundred spells as a unit, his progress was a bit unbelievable.

"Very interesting, isn't it? No one has ever studied this." Felix said briskly.

"Professor Haipu, my disarming spell has reached level four?" Harry looked at the note on the parchment and couldn't help but his eyes widened, which seemed to be the level of the Aurors after a few years of work.

"Ah, do you remember its division?" Felix said, "To some extent, it does meet this requirement. You can flexibly control the power of the disarming spell and make more detailed operations, such as drawing a line. Arc, silent spellcasting or something..."

Harry was in a state of joy as if he had eaten ten strawberry ice creams in a row. From head to toe, he was full of hearty invigoration. But Professor Haipu quickly poured a bucket of cold water--

"There is only this one spell, Potter, if you want to go deeper in the field of duels, you must consider establishing your own fighting style in due course."

"Fighting style?"

"For example, which spell is the core—"

"Disarming Charm!" Harry said without thinking.

"... Don’t decide lightly. In addition, there are also supporting spell systems, such as: what spells do you use to defend, what spells to attack; which spells are used to contain opponents, and which ones are used to deal with difficult problems. These, you Think about it clearly."

"Needless to say the battle pace, on-the-spot judgment, plan rehearsal and so on."

"Of course, there is also targeted knowledge, well, maybe I am asking too much of you, which has surpassed the standard of the average Auror."

Harry excitedly took the notebook and wrote it down: "It's okay, you can speak as comprehensively as possible." With a clever idea, he imitated Hermione's tone: "Professor, I actually want to write a related paper!"

"...Very good, I will watch it."

In the few days before the start of school, Professor Haipu did not let him continue to release the disarming curse-which made him breathe a sigh of relief ~ www.novelhall.com ~ he finally came into contact with the second curse.

"Potter--"

"Professor, you can call me Harry." Harry said nervously. He practiced in the mirror several times in the morning just to say this.

After a moment of silence on the other side, just when he was a little annoyed by his recklessness, Felix said, "Okay, Harry, I call you that privately."

"Your disarming spell is difficult to improve in a short time, even if I assist you in all aspects—"

"Professor, I'm very satisfied." Harry said contentedly. He has changed drastically. At least he thinks it is not a problem to beat Malfoy and his two followers.

He saw Professor Haipu smiling at him, "I have also obtained the test data I want, and the activity of your magic power is gradually returning to normal. I have tried my best to extend this process, but unfortunately, I still cannot violate the objective. law."

"In the next day or two, we will learn some spells assault, and the effect will be three to five times faster than your usual."

Harry nodded hurriedly.

[Information about Floo Fans & Floo Networks]

Every time the protagonist uses Floo fans, readers will have questions, so I will explain it in a unified way.

Here is what I saw in the book:

1. Floo Network is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, but it is privately connected (Sirius accesses the Gryffindor common room);

2. There should be no restrictions on the public fireplaces in Diagon Alley (parents can purchase them); the public fireplaces of the Ministry of Magic are only used by internal staff (guests generally use telephone booths);

3. Floo network management is not strict, Arthur Weasley asked a colleague to steal the permissions and connect to the Dursley’s fireplace;

There is also a possibility to lie down in the fireplace, put your head over and ask the owner on the opposite side, and then use Floo powder after getting permission.

the above.