Chapter 293： What you worry about happened in April

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"This is still a talent."

On Saturday morning, Felix thought as he watched Eddie Camerche show off his newly mastered magic text.

Eddie held a small flame in his hand and showed it to others, and then he closed his palms dramatically. Amidst everyone's exclamation, he slowly opened his hands, and an orange-red magic symbol kept flashing.

"Look, this is the flame magic text, do you want to learn it?" He mysteriously said to his companion, "Just two silver Xi Ke."

...

Felix came out of the auditorium. Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't know where they suddenly appeared. "Professor, we made an appointment—" Harry said breathlessly.

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

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

"There are many hidden rooms in the castle. Some of them are magical enough to be unaffected by the Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse. The secret room is one, and here is also 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, so they gave it a name and flew to the house. , Contingent upon request."

The three chanted the name.

"But in fact, it's always here, or it's a fixed entrance." At this point, Felix was a little dazed. The House of Request is embedded in Hogwarts' magical defense system. It has been Rely on the magic power of the castle to keep it running.

As far as he knows, the door of the House of Request can be opened anywhere in the castle. If he can borrow this power, will he be able to avoid the restrictions of the Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse?

He suppressed this thought and continued: "The way to make the entrance appear is very simple. Concentrate on the venue you need, and pass through it three times. A door will appear on the wall, like..."

He stopped because a silver-white door really appeared on the door. When the door opened, a drunk woman came out, Sybil Trelawney.

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

"Felix... Haip?" Trelawney had dim eyes, staring at him for a long time before she recognized him, "You, uh...hiccup~"

Felix stepped back two steps, "Professor Trelawney, you are drunk, it's morning now."

"Does it matter? Anyway—I have no class!" She walked slantingly for two steps, her eyes falling on Hermione, "Child, I saw you again, I had expected it, uh, You will leave, leave forever..."

Hermione said sternly, "You should have pointed out my name directly, Professor Trelawney."

Felix blinked. He happened to know that his assistant had quit the fortune-telling class some time ago. He guessed it might be because her grades in this class were really not excellent, or even worse than those. Nonsense.

Trelawney seemed to wake up. She raised her scarf a bit, and the shiny beads on it clinked: "The third eye may become a burden. I don't want to make myself look strange, you know..." she Slowly left.

"Oh, yes." Trelawney turned her head. "My dear, what you worry 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. Whoever had a minor accident in April, we know who she is talking about."

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

They walked into the responsive room. Inside was a spacious large classroom, empty. The ceiling was fifty feet high, and the floor was so clean that there were no strands of hair. It was painted in different colors, like colorful grids.

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

"Professor, what am I going to do?" When things came, Harry suddenly became a little nervous. He held his wand and put on a silly look. Hermione and Ron were glad they didn't need to try today.

"Use what you learned in the untitled book." Felix said, "I have taught everything that should be taught. Besides, your paper is very good."

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

"Although the farther the apparition is, the more difficult it is, but we don't have to care about that few feet," Felix said. "So, pick a number that interests you, Harry."

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

"Very good." Felix said encouragingly: "You can close your eyes and listen to me read a guideline: Imagine you are in the warm sunshine... You hear the birdsong and smell the fragrance of flowers. You are very relaxed now. Keep this state, imagine the grid of number seven, and think as clearly as possible, what does it look like? Now that you start to mobilize the magic power, a strong desire springs up in your heart. You want to let yourself occupy the space in front of you. Can't wait...just now!"

"boom!"

There was a popping sound in the air, like lighting a firework. Ron and Hermione were surprised to find that Harry had disappeared, and then appeared on the edge of the red grid of the number seven.

Harry lost his balance and fell forward. He hurriedly reached out to help the ground, so as not to make himself embarrassed. He gasped excitedly, looking down at his feet, "I, I succeeded—"

"Very good." Felix said, "Next, let's try again. This time, there is no guiding word, you do it yourself."

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

He closed his eyes and felt that he was light and fluttering. 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, he was a little anxious, the fourth time, the fifth time--

"boom!"

Hermione let out a scream and Harry opened his eyes. He found that he had appeared in square one. The only problem was that his right leg was still twenty feet in place.

He thought he would panic and fainted with fear, but he didn't, except because Professor Haipu was here, and another reason was that he had experienced splits too many times in untitled books.

"Separation, it's normal." Felix walked up to Harry without rushing and waved his wand. After a burst of purple smoke cleared, Harry sat on the ground panting and sweaty on his face.

"Are you going to rest or continue?" Felix asked.

"Go on," Harry grinned, "Professor, I have found a little special training."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"It's still split, this time it's the ear, can you hear it—of course, we continue."

"boom!"

"puff!"

"Yes, you are getting more and more proficient, have you noticed, the voice when casting spells has become smaller, we are on the right path!"

Ron and Hermione were as quiet as two quail, and Hermione whispered, "This is the special training Harry mentioned? It's almost, almost..."

"It's like masochism, isn't it?" Ron described his feelings, "but the effect is very good, except for the need to overcome the psychological discomfort, oh, it's split again, this time is the arm..."

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

Youqiu Bing House met his needs, and a small brown square table and four sofa chairs appeared in front of him.

Felix blinked at them: "I'm showing you. You may use it in the future. In fact, just ask for it in your heart." He waved his hand, and flew out a few discs of snacks and chocolates from the ring on his left hand, as well as one. Big jug of fresh orange juice.

Harry walked over lightly, his legs limp, like stepping on cotton. He collapsed on the sofa chair, feeling helpless.

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

"Professor, if I want to practice apparition, should I do the same?" Hermione asked timidly.

"You are not the same as Harry," Felix said. "He has a feeling, you are more rational, so for you, you are more suitable for thinking while practicing, summarizing the gains and losses of each spell."

"Hermione is the smartest witch I know." Harry raised his head and said Ron agreed.

"It has nothing to do with being smart or not, Harry." Felix said gently: "Everyone is good at different things. Some people rely more on intuition to learn magic. For example, you can use it as a gift."

Ron said thoughtfully: "I think I also rely on intuition, no, I rely on experience. A lot of my magic is learned only after personal experience, such as imprisonment curse, coma curse, disarming curse..."

Felix looked at Ron with weird eyes. He heard Hermione mention that Ron created an "experience learning method" that uses his body to experience the effects of spells, and then the speed of learning spells is greatly accelerated.

The most outrageous time was when he was learning the imprisonment curse. He had Harry tied him more than 20 times. As a result, before the end of the duel study of the day, he successfully released the magic rope with the thickness of his fingers.

I heard that many people try to imitate, but no one can successfully copy Ron's feat.

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