Felix smiled, "It's OK at any time, Potter, I'll move here to accompany you for a while. But I'll go back to school first and arrange some things. You can also think about your own schedule."

He stood up and said, "The special training will be very hard, Potter, be mentally prepared. With my personal experience, the period after the magic riot is an excellent time to learn the spell, and you will make great progress."

Harry agreed without any hesitation.

Felix found Tom, the owner of the Burnt Cauldron Bar, a wizard with a bent back and wrinkled face. At his suggestion, Felix chose Room 12, right next to Harry.

He waved his hand to Harry, who was standing at the stairs, turned and walked out of the bar, and used the public fireplace to return to the office.

He sorted out his recent work, and in addition to trying to add the spectacle to the course, he also came up with some good ideas. He rolled these semi-finished plans together and stuffed them into the ring.

Then he looked at the observation records of the wand tree, which he and Professor Flitvie had to do every day, but the job was temporarily handed over to Flitvie alone.

So he came to the Curse Professor's office and told Frieve about his conflict in time. The short professor quickly agreed. He smacked his lips and said, "The Magic Riot... I don't know what happened to Porter. With you by the child, Minerva will be relieved."

Felix then saw Snape at school, strode like flying, his black robe floating behind him.

"Severus?" He met him: "You came back so early?" He knew that Snape would go home for the summer vacation every year, and usually return to school on the day of school.

Snape said with a stern face and suppressed his dissatisfaction, "You are going to ask our respected Principal Dumbledore, who called me back to make a disgusting potion."

He was in a bad mood at the moment, and he threw away his cloak and slid away quickly.

What would be the disgusting potion? Felix looked at his back curiously.

More than ten minutes later, Felix returned to Diagon Alley. He knocked on Room 11 and saw Harry's bed full of debris, teaching materials for various subjects, parchment paper, ink bottles, and a broom repair tool box.

"Professor, I'm checking my assignments. Well, I still have three essays on magic history, two essays on potion, and one essay on magic spell."

"The History of Magic..."

Harry clearly heard Professor Heip's hum in disagreement, but the professor didn't say much, and he sat down opposite him.

“Time is precious, Porter,” Felix said: “I will guide you through your homework—in your spare time.”

...

The owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar offers an empty basement that, according to him, has been abandoned for a long time.

Old Tom hunched his back and showed a toothless smile: "I remember there are some protective magic here, but it may also be invalid. You need to deal with it yourself."

He snapped his fingers a few times, and the torch inserted into the wall lit up. Then he bowed and left.

Felix waved his wand to clean up the dust and cobwebs in the room and smoothed out several broken floors. When his wand touched the floor, the ground was like waves, and Harry seemed to be in a small boat, which reminded him of the first time Hagrid took him on a boat.

When everything calmed down, the wooden floor turned into an exotic carpet.

Harry walked back and forth a few steps, and it felt not as soft as he thought. Professor Heip's explanation was: "I can't make a few pads to let you practice magic comfortably."

Under his gaze, some small gadgets flew out of Professor Happ's ring, which jumped into a small square table, two armchairs, and some human-shaped targets.

At this moment, Felix was sitting in a chair and watching him behind the square table.

"Next, Potter, let's practice your best spell a hundred times first."

Harry's hand holding the wand shook unnaturally, it seemed different from his thoughts...

He thought he would avoid the professor's attack in a mess, like a chipmunk that kept jumping, and Professor Hayp calmly sprinkled his spell to show his strength.

But now, Professor Haypu acts like a scholar, sitting quietly in a chair. If he wears a gold-rimmed glasses, he will be more like a teacher he saw at a Muggle school.

Harry looked at the target seven or eight meters away from him, and waved his wand and shouted loudly: "Get rid of your weapon!" A red light flew out from the tip of the stick and hit the wall, but it was two feet away from the human-shaped target.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't hit it."

"It's okay, keep going."

So Harry waved his wand continuously, and red lights flew out. After almost half an hour, he shouted weakly in a hoarse voice: "Remove your weapon..." As a result, his wand only emitted a string of sparks.

"Okay, let's stop for the time being and come here to sit." Felix said.

Harry walked tiredly to the other side of the square table and sat down. He looked at Professor Hepp opposite him, writing and drawing on parchment. After a while, he raised his head, "I know enough about your spell. It's great. We completed the first test."

"Just just a test?" Harry shouted in surprise. He was exhausted, and every cell in his body was crying forever.

Felix curled his lips and whispered in a seductive tone: "Potter, at your age, I have no less understanding of disarming spell than an ordinary adult wizard, and you have this potential."

"In addition to the disarming curse, you have also said it, the iron armor curse is not skilled."

"There is also the tongue-locking spell, I can even give you an extra one or two simple and practical spells..."

Harry swallowed, and with the help of the shiny fire in the basement, he felt as if he saw the devil's smile despite his disrespect.

But he must admit that he was moved.

Professor Haip didn't say what would happen if he learned these spells, but he couldn't help but develop associations, classmates' admiration, extra points in class, and maybe he still had the chance to show his abilities in front of the girl he liked...

He said in a trembling voice: "Professor, I'll follow your arrangement." He felt his tone as he spoke was full of tragic feeling, as if he was about to go to the execution ground.

Felix took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to him: "Eat something first, let's do the second test next."

Ten minutes later.

Felix and Harry are seven or eight meters apart, facing each other.

"Potter, we're here to test the maximum power of your spell this time. You need to fully motivate your emotions. Do you still remember what was mentioned in the duel class? Determination, confidence, and most importantly, the disarming spell is to protect yourself and make the enemy lose the ability to hurt you."

Harry nodded, he took a deep breath, imagining Malfoy standing opposite him, he suddenly turned into a troll with blonde hair, waving his stick toward him...

"Puchi!" He suddenly laughed, "Uh, sorry."

After a while of emotions—

"Destroy your weapons!"

Harry shouted with great silence, and a red light as thick as a finger rushed straight towards Felix, blocked by an invisible barrier.

"It's not enough, Potter, let me see your potential!" Felix cheered up.

Harry gritted his teeth and mobilized his magic with all his might. At a certain moment, he really felt the difference. It was the "active magic" mentioned by Professor Hayp. He silently recited in his heart: Disarming, make the enemy lose the ability to hurt me...

He thought of those real enemies, Professor Quirrell, the snake monster, and... Voldemort!

The red light became as thin as a hair after trembling a few times. Felix almost thought he had failed, but the next second, a scorching beam of light flew out of Harry's wand, spanning seven or eight meters, and instantly hit Felix's iron armor spell.
Chapter completed!