"Merlin's sock! Your disarming spell has reached level four, and you didn't reveal it at all before!" Ron opened his mouth in surprise, "Is this true? I mean—that is about to become an Auror. For the graduates, the disarming curse is only around the second level."
Harry pushed all this to the magic riot. "Professor Haipu said that it will make my magic active, which makes...makes me learn spells much faster."
Ron said expectantly: "If only I could experience a magic riot."
"Ron, Professor Haipu said that magic riots are the product of extreme emotions, and they usually happen before the little wizard enrolls. When we enter Hogwarts and learn how to master our own magic, this situation has almost disappeared. "
Hermione said sternly, "Like Harry, his situation is rare. It may be because that aunt insulted his parents first—oh, sorry, Harry."
"Nothing," Harry said, but Hermione looked at him apologetically.
"I know~ Can't you let me fantasize it?" Ron seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said excitedly: "Besides, it's not impossible? During the summer vacation, once or twice, when Percy showed off his big badge to me , I have the idea to blow it up."
"There shouldn't be a big difference between blasting and bloating? Maybe my emotions were not strong enough at the time." Ron guessed inconspicuously. He thought it was a shortcut to learning.
Hermione stared at him, even Harry was quite speechless.
"But speaking of it," Harry looked at Ron thoughtfully: "I am really more comfortable with the disarming spell. With other spells, it feels a little less meaningful."
Ron looked at him puzzled, "Isn't it because you spend the longest time on the disarming spell?"
Harry explained, "That's a feeling! That's just..." He waved his hand. "Well, I don't know, it may be an illusion." He said frustratedly.
Hermione on the side gave theoretical support: "Harry, it's not impossible—there are always little wizards who learn certain spells faster."
"Which book did you read?" Harry asked with interest. Maybe he could put this point in the paper?
He had a headache when he thought of the thesis. He spoke quickly at the time and didn't consider the consequences at all.
Although he took a lot of jumbled notes during the special training process, he still didn't have the slightest idea how to turn these things into a handy paper-out of some thoughts, he didn't seem to fool the past. .
Hermione’s answer was different from what he thought. She narrowed her eyes and said happily, it looked like a cat in her arms: “Remember the assignments in the duel class, those forms? I’ll help. Professor Haipu sorted out a part, and he put forward this view at that time, but..."
She showed a helpless expression: "There are too few samples, and many of the data submitted are compiled, I can tell at a glance!"
Ron's eyes suddenly drifted, and Harry lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
Hermione looked at the two with enthusiasm, and the false data had their credit.
At this time, a hoarse, tired voice was involved in their conversation.
"please forgive--"
The three of them looked at the small table in horror. The professor seemed to have just woke up. His face looked like his patched robe and a badly worn suitcase, and it smelled of despair.
But his eyes were bright and sincere. The professor said gently: "I just heard some conversations between you, not intentional, but I did have curiosity."
"Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Yes, my name is Remus Lupin," Lupin said with a smile. "You see the mark on my box? It's really sharp. If it's in class, I will give you extra points."
"Remus Lupin?" Hermione let out a short scream, and the big **** cat in her arms suddenly jumped out, standing in the aisle, looking at its owner reproachfully.
"Oh, sorry, Crookshanks." said the little witch.
"Quickly control it, don't let it find the spots!" Ron covered his chest pocket, and there was a protruding piece where his pet fat rat was hiding.
"Do you know me?" Lupin asked.
"No, it's not," she said dryly, lowering her head hastily to pick up the big cat.
Hermione's attitude surprised Harry and Ron, but there were outsiders, and the two did not inquire in a tacit understanding.
Lupin didn't delve into it, he looked at them with a smile: "I am your professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I only teach for one year, and I have agreed with Dumbledore."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they assessed the professor's true level in their hearts. Frankly speaking, looking at it from the outside, it really doesn't give people confidence.
Lupin looked at the three people gently, especially staying on Harry for a while, and then said: "I have been away from school for fifteen years, and many memories have faded. For example, I don’t know what Haipu you mean. professor……"
Harry and Ron turned their gazes to Hermione, she never disappoints in this regard.
Sure enough, Hermione said in one breath: "Felix Hap, a very good wizard, graduated from Slytherin College, currently teaching ancient magic texts, and at the same time has extraordinary accomplishments in the field of Muggle research and has an extraordinary influence. force."
"And he's only graduated for three years, no, it's four years now." Harry added.
"It's really young and promising." Lu Ping exclaimed, and he turned around and said: "I heard you mention the special training, does this Professor Haipu have a good relationship with you, Harry?"
"Do you know me?" Harry subconsciously stroked the hair on his forehead. There was a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt, through which many people recognized himself.
"I know your father." Lupin said simply.
Harry was not very satisfied with this answer, but he still said: "Professor Haipu is very kind to people, gentle and polite. Although he only teaches in the third grade, some students in the first and second grades have been helped by him. ."
He was referring to the panic in the school during the attack on the secret room, and many people sought psychological comfort from the professors. Among them, Professor Haipu has a very high praise rate.
Lupin thought for a while and said, "You just mentioned that he has only graduated four years ago, so his dean is... Severus Snape?"
"--It's Snape." Harry finished immediately, then looked at Lupin with some quizzes, but he didn't mention any honorifics.
Lupin didn't respond much His eyes were far away and he was lost in thought.
The rain outside was heavier, the weather became pitch black, and the train slowed down.
"About to arrive?"
"No, it's early!" Professor Lupin drew his wand, and Harry stood up.
The lights on the train went out suddenly, and there was a lot of people outside.
A layer of frost quietly climbed up the car window.
A man stumbled in from outside the door and slammed directly on Ron, causing him to let out a painful cry, and the sound of horrified breathing came from the other side.
"What happened? Ouch! Is it Neville?"
"Yes, it's me, it was dark outside, do you know what happened?"
More people rushed in, they talked and talked noisily.
"Is Ron there? I'm looking for Ron."
"I'm here, Ginny!"
"Oh, that's my face."
"who are you?"
"My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom..."
"Quiet!" Lupin said loudly, and he held up his wand, a fire pouring down from the tip of the wand, illuminating his panicked faces.
The fire light also illuminates his tired and gray face, but there is an adult wizard here, and everyone is relieved a lot.
They heard Lupin say: "Stay where you are, I'll go out and have a look." He pulled the car door and went into the aisle.
Harry thought for a while, then walked out.
"Harry?" Hermione said eagerly.
"I see if I can help." Harry walked through the box door and followed Lupin.
A chill passed over them, and Lupin quickly stepped back, "Go back, Harry!"
He didn't know why he had this idea, but the idea was so strong that even before he was about to lose consciousness, he still made a subconscious response.
A dazzling red light shone the entire train.