Chapter 572： The revelation of the patron saint

The next day, in the classroom where the ‘Frontline Observation Station Club’ was hung, Harry, Ron, and Hermione placed cushions and wooden targets on the ground one by one. These things may be needed later.

The door was pushed open, and Fred and Weasley walked in swaggeringly, "How did you get here today?"

"Professor Haipu is coming." Harry said.

The twins became interested, looking at Harry, Harry shrugged, "It should be to see my patron saint, and guide us by the way."

"Cool!" Fred said.

They also joined in. When Ginny and Luna came in, many people were already in the classroom. Ron and Neville were moving a large wooden box together, which was filled with various spell books and training props. .

"I'll help," Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw student, shouted as he raised his wand and pointed at the wooden box. "Don't!" Na Wei was taken aback, and hurriedly shouted, but the spell had already been pronounced, "Yugadim Leviosa!"

The wooden box slammed, knocking Ron's hand open, and hitting a corner of the box on his foot, causing him to scream in pain. Then the wooden box floated slowly, swaying from side to side as if drunk, and rising higher and higher, and soon reached the ceiling more than ten feet high.

"You have to learn to control it." Harry said as he ran over and looked up for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry! It's the first time I control such a big thing." Anthony said with a sad face.

"It has nothing to do with size," Harry yelled into his ear. "You have to learn to control your spells."

"Spell?" Anthony said in confusion.

"Yes, you have done a good job now, look! You succeeded in flying the wooden box to the ceiling. I now need you to complete the next step and let it fall again." Harry said, and the people around looked worriedly Now, Hermione muttered something.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked on tiptoe, Neville holding him by the side.

"Prepare the Damping Charm, just in case." Hermione said quickly, "Oh, but it seems that I won't use it anymore."

The big wooden box fell back to the ground little by little, and Anthony collapsed on the ground, sweaty and panting. Harry pulled him up. "Good job." "Thank you." Anthony grumbled, and the members around clapped.

A voice appeared at the door, "It's a wonderful teaching. If it's a class, I will consider adding twenty points to you." Felix said with a smile.

The members of the frontline observation station gathered around, "Professor, what are you going to teach us?" Fred roared.

"Why don't you talk about the ancient magic hidden behind the twelve amulets?" Li Qiaodan suggested, "The last demonstration was too short."

Felix wanted to close his memory in a dark room, but at the moment he could only follow the memory prank and say: "Last time is equivalent to an introduction, to mobilize your curiosity-I hope to give more time for the students to study on their own …As for teaching, you might as well leave a suspense, and put it at the end of the school year, just like Illumination. I’m here to take a look today. Potter, I’m very interested in your mutant patron saint."

"Oh, good." Harry said.

This has been said a long time ago. The professor said that he would take time to come after the Christmas holiday, but he didn't expect it to be delayed until now. Harry simmered in emotions, "Call the guard!" He whispered, and the silver stag ran out of his wand and circled them.

Harry was very comfortable with this magic, and he saw Professor Haipu nodding slightly, which made him feel excited. While maintaining the patron saint curse, he stretched out his other hand, and there was an invisible carving knife in the air, which outlined a bright and brilliant magic text pattern.

In the blink of an eye, the magic text symbol turned into a purple mist, radiating a faint golden light.

Harry raised his head, and the silver stag dangling in the air shook his hoof and dashed towards him. Instead of hiding, he stretched out his hand, which seemed to others to stroke the horns of the patron saint. Then-the purple mist and the patron saint merged, like ink dripping into a puddle of clear water, the fuzzy outline of the patron saint became clear, and its hoof fell on the ground, making a "da da" sound.

Felix was surprised.

"Have you tried the power?" he asked.

Harry scratched his head in confusion, and there was no dementor right now. When he saw Professor Haipu's gaze towards the wooden target, he instantly understood. "Go," Harry said, and the stag gently pressed his hand with its huge horn, then turned and slammed into the wooden target. "Bang!" The wooden target was knocked down.

The horns of the patron saint glowing with purple light became dim, and seemed to have turned into a fuzzy light. Harry tried to control the spell, and the stag's form became stable again.

"Professor, it has another form." Harry said. He pointed his wand at the stag, and the purple mist on the patron saint faded. Then the stag's size quickly expanded, two or three times higher than before. , It’s just simply getting bigger, but I don’t know what's the use." He said in a whisper.

"It will always be useful," Felix said. "Have you tried other magic texts?"

"I tried'soothing' and'passionate', but the effect was not very good, and it conflicted with the patron saint curse." Harry said honestly.

"Strange." Felix was a little surprised, "I tried it myself, and there was no problem."

"Professor, have you tried it? Did you succeed?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Yes," Felix opened his hand, and a silver Swift emerged from the air and landed on his shoulder. He squeezed out two magic text symbols separately and handed them to Swift's mouth. It opened his mouth and swallowed one of the cyan symbols, and the silver light gradually stained with a faint cyan color.

A faint halo rippled away, and the people around immediately felt that their mood became very calm, peaceful, and lazy, but their consciousness was very clear. Then the patron saint of Swift swallowed another fiery red magic text. Its body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of flame. It gave a loud cry, and a halo spread out.

The calm state of mind was immediately broken, Fred and George, who were close together, clenched their fists and looked excited. "Fred, I have a good idea, how about pulling Pippi to join our club?" George said excitedly.

"Can't wait!" Fred responded enthusiastically, and the two of them started to walk outside.

Harry also felt abnormal, and his enthusiasm for Quidditch was back. He just wanted to ride a broom in the sky. Maybe it would be a good choice to bring Ginny? There were crazy thoughts in his mind, and then the Occlumency operation spontaneously operated, and his mind was refreshed, and he subconsciously grabbed the twin who had the most reaction.

"Professor?" he called eagerly.

"I know."

Felix canceled the magic and looked around. Most people seemed to have been punched in their heads, and gradually recovered, but their expressions were still confused.

"Sorry, I didn't expect such a big reaction, you continue to practice, leave me alone, I will study it myself." Felix sat on the big box in the corner and wondered what the situation was.

Harry shook his head, and the Occlusion Surgery blocked the side effects. He looked at the others, and they were clearly in a state of vain enthusiasm and dazedness.

He clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention. Harry bit his scalp and said, "Today we continue to practice the Patronus Mantra. I know that after a long time, you may be a little strange—"

"Nonsense! I'm in great shape now!" Ernie McMillan said loudly.

Before Harry could continue speaking, Ernie began to wield his wand, his expression focused and enthusiastic. Harry suddenly realized that these people wouldn't have been affected by the ‘Enthusiasm’ text? Use the power of the patron saint to amplify emotions... But how did the professor do it?

The results of today's training are surprisingly good.

It took only half an hour for Ernie to condense a fuzzy shape. Harry was shocked when he saw it. How does Ernie's patron saint feel like his cousin Dudley? He stared for a while before recognizing it was a boar, and almost missed the wonderful show of the Weasley brothers—they gathered the fuzzy silver mist together to form a vivid magpie.

"Look at it, Harry!" Fred said loudly, but when his wand changed a direction, the magpie turned into mist again.

"You are very close, try a few more times!" Although Harry didn't know what was going on, he still encouraged.

"I see, I see." Fred said impatiently, and continued to get together with George to study the weird magpie patron saint.

Fred's attitude is not an exception. Harry found that most of the members have become more focused, but they also hate being interrupted, as if immersed in their own world. This might be the effect of teaching magic, Harry thought.

He approached Felix angrily, the professor holding a Swift in his hand, and constantly feeding it the magic texts of various shapes, the Swift was dyed colorfully.

"What's the matter?" Felix asked, closing his eyes.

He is experiencing the structure of the patron saint of Swift—his patron saint is much more stable than others, even beyond the definition of the “Patron saint curse” itself. This is because he inherited Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw’s Magic nodes, and use these nodes to almost reconstruct their patron saint.

"At least today they don't need my guidance." Harry said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I seem to mess up your activities today." Felix said.

"Looking at them is a huge gain," Harry shook his head, then looked at the others in the classroom with some worry, "Is there any sequelae?"

"No, it's like a sudden rain, with minimal impact. But they should feel tired. You can prepare some chocolate in advance—"

Harry nodded.

"Unless they are in this mood for a long time, it would be—" Felix stopped and opened his eyes.

"Professor?" Harry looked at him strangely.

"I've been thinking about what to use as a vehicle for emotions." Felix murmured.

"now what?"

"It seems to have found... the answer is at hand, isn't it?" Felix lowered his head and looked at his patron saint. "Say sorry to me and them... Also, the reason why you can't incorporate other magic texts into the patron saint has been found, because it is not a magic at all. I have time to write it down and give it to you. It's a bit troublesome, but it's not clear... "He jumped up, used the responsive house as a transit, and disappeared all of a sudden.

Harry was dumbfounded. He reached out his hand and poked the air in front of him. There were people sitting here just now, but right now the professor seemed to have never been here. Harry sat suspiciously in Felix's place for a while, and it turned out that there was no gain. He looked up at the others. They didn't seem to notice it, except for a suspicious glance from Hermione, but she turned her head to continue practicing the patron saint.

Except for Harry, there seemed to be only one person unaffected-Mafalda came over and asked curiously: "What did you talk about? And why did Professor Haipu suddenly disappear, isn't it possible to Apparate in the castle?"

"Nothing," Harry said warily. "Are you not affected?"

"Yes, I especially want to interview you now, especially." Mafalda used two ‘special’ in a row.

"Uh..." Harry was speechless for a long while, and he whispered, "I just happen to have something to ask you."

"Advertising? Or an exclusive reveal?" Mafalda asked with interest.

"Is there any difference between the two?" Harry squinted at her.

"The former requires you to pay for advertising, and the latter is my honorarium." Mafalda said naturally.

"You can tell," Harry froze for a moment, and said vaguely, "Well, it's an exclusive reveal, but it's also an advertisement..."

After half an hour, all the members gradually broke away from that state of concentration, looking exhausted. Harry distributed the prepared chocolates to them. "The professor asked me to say I'm sorry, he is not very proficient in magic yet."

"What about the others?" Fred turned his head and looked around.

"I guess he is also in a frenetic mood, but he took the initiative to enter this state." Harry said faintly, "The next time his magic is probably perfected."

"It's sexy." George said admiringly.

Ginny yawned and asked half-opened eyes, "Can I sleep on the mat for a while, Harry?"

"Let's go to the'Horned Snorers' club," Luna said. "I transplanted a lot of plants. It looks like a small garden and a hammock. Would you like to go together?" She turned her head and stared. Holding Harry.

"...No, thank you." Harry said, and he said goodbye to Neville, Susan and others. In the end there were only a few people left in the classroom.

"It's really scary, I mean this magic." Ron said with lingering fear: "I was affected without knowing it. I know what I do, but I don't want to be distracted." Then he smiled again, "but The effect is also surprisingly good, I seem to have grasped the trick, my patron saint has a shadow."

"Me too," Hermione said happily. "The professor said that it is difficult for me to gather strong emotions. Maybe I am too calm. Maybe I should make myself more'enthusiastic'."

Mafalda was the last to leave besides them. She gestured to Harry, "That's it."

"What are you ‘determined’?" Ron asked, eating chocolate.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry said softly. "Excellent." Ron said happily, "I can't wait to see him being beaten by everyone-peeping into the girls bathroom, enough for him to drink a pot! But he can't complain because we helped him. !" He was in a great mood, as if he had eaten several pieces of chocolate, excitedly.

"I didn't say his name." Harry shook his head.

"Oh." Ron's eyebrows drooped. "I bet he would never thank you for letting him go in this matter."

Harry shrugged. "I didn't expect anything in return."

In the evening, the auditorium was lively, and people from the Ministry of Magic left as usual after dinner to guide those students who did not meet the criteria, "Go harder, there are less than one-third of the students left." Tecross was his own. Colleagues cheer.

"I need to rest." Umbridge said coldly, and she walked out of the auditorium on her own.

"Waikie, I also want to go out and get some air... I'm so tired these days, sorry." Avery whispered, and then a few people made excuses to leave, seeing Tecross both confused and discouraged, he stared at the ministry. The others who came here said, "Do you want to rest too?" At last no one went out this time.

"Tecross, do you need help?" Professor Flivy asked enthusiastically.

"Oh, Professor Flivy? Today is your turn to be on duty with Professor Snape?" Tecross was overjoyed, "Thank you so much." Snape, who was standing with Flivy, remained silent, staring at Wu. Mrich and Avery passed the long dining table until they disappeared at the entrance of the auditorium.

Voldemort did not reveal his undercover identity to the two of them, which made him secretly relieved, indicating that the Dark Lord seemed to have finally recovered a bit of sanity. Although it is not necessarily a good thing, at least I don’t have to worry about which report he suddenly went crazy...

On the other side, Umbridge and Avery, who walked out of the auditorium, walked through the hall and came to a dark corridor. They were hiding behind a huge pillar and muttering.

"you go!"

"Why not you?"

"I have a more important task!"

Valen, who was passing by, gave them a curious look. It smacked its mouth and took the little snake to leave. It failed to negotiate with the big devil last night. Wallen summed it up and thought it was too bad in math, and it needed someone to help! Asking about Astoria’s experience last time let it know that many students in UU Reading school are unreliable and may not be as good as it. It must ask the right person.

It just so happened that it knew a schoolmaster.

Umbridge and Avery poked their heads sneakily from behind the pillar and stared at Warren's back.

"Do you think this little thing is helpful to the plan?"

"You can try. Once you succeed, someone will open the door for you." Avery whispered: "I will find another chance to contact Malfoy. It won't work. There are alternative candidates." He left from the other side of the stone pillar. Up.

Umbridge stopped where she was, and she was somewhat persuaded.

The ancient Mowen office was like a lair of horror in her heart, but if someone led the way, it would undoubtedly be much more convenient.

She stood out from behind the pillar and took out her wand carefully. Her wand was very short, only eight inches, like a feather pen with lint, and looked very inconspicuous. Umbridge approached step by step. She had heard this sniffing story these days. It was a pet raised by that person...Hate was surging in her heart.

Umbridge slowed her breath, and she kept admonishing herself in her heart that she only needed a confusing spell, just like she persuaded her father to retire early. It's easy.

She squirmed her mouth, and then a white light flashed. Umbridge almost thought that she had succeeded. She controlled not to let herself grin, but the development of the matter exceeded her understanding. The little yellow hat she was wearing suddenly burst into a bright light. She flew away with a full grasp of the spell.

Warren, who was carrying the snake, stopped and turned her head in confusion, seeing a pudgy-looking woman holding a magic wand froze in place. Warren blinked and took off the little yellow hat. There was an obvious burn mark on the back of the hat, and a faint black smoke came out.

"Hum?"

Warren stared at Umbridge.