"Maybe Professor Lupin...hiss~"

The sudden cold wind blew into Ron's neckline, causing him to swallow the remaining half of the words. He looked at the window of the lounge and carefully picked up a piece of broken glass: "There is actually a hole here. Has no one repaired it?"

Hermione said impatiently: "It's just a spell, I'll do it."

When he returned to the dormitory, Ron said to Harry: "Maybe it was her cat, I think it's a bit weird, especially when looking at me..."

Harry did not continue this topic, nor did he tell Ron the fact that he threw Mount Crook out of his bed two or three times. In his thoughts, the cat seemed to be particularly nostalgic for the scent of the smell. Even after he disappeared, he often visited him. Perhaps it was just a pity that he hadn't eaten a snack?

However, Harry could not guarantee whether he would be stimulated to suddenly become a dark wizard if Banban was still there. ‘Maybe he could not stand the harassment of Mount Crook and left.’ He thought, to some extent, the cat saved his and Ron’s lives.

Harry took off his clothes while looking for new topics, "By the way, what did you just want to say?"

Ron put down his hands taking off his shoes, frowned and thought carefully: "I wanted to say at the time that Professor Lupin was planning to use your dementor doll to replace Boggart."

After a few seconds, Harry suddenly realized it and said excitedly: "You are right. Professor Happ wrote on the card that the doll can help me. I originally thought I could use it to overcome my fear of dementors and avoid the accident of the Quidditch game happening again. Now it seems that Professor Happ had expected such a day long ago."

Ron smiled and changed into his pajamas: "But the difference is not big. You used it to convince Wood to let you continue to participate in the competition. Do you remember that he almost fell into a scare when he saw this thing for the first time..."

Even though Ron said it a little exaggeratedly, Harry couldn't help laughing, especially when he thought of the sturdy Wood huddled himself in the back of a chair like a kitten.

A bed was separated, Neville said sleepily, "Harry? What happened?"

"It's nothing, hurry up and go to bed." He said hurriedly.

Lying in bed, Harry thought hopefully, hoping that he would not miss the next Quidditch training, just as Hermione never missed any electives - it was magical, but he only had the result.

...

For the next period of time, Felix, in addition to attending classes every day, going to the library, studying the meditation basin borrowed from Dumbledore, was sorting out the teaching steps of ancient magic - lighting techniques for a long time.

This is his final reward for the club. Although this magic can only be regarded as an infinitely enhanced version of the fluorescent flash, both the effect and safety are satisfactory.

The only consequence of this magic being out of control is that it drains the magic of the rash learners, which is so friendly compared to the examples of being sucked back by spells, burning into ashes, or being drained into mummies.

Felix intends to split this ancient magic and integrate knowledge into the following assembly and teach it after the end of this semester exam.

In addition, his communication with Nick Lemay has resumed again. Although the two only communicated through photos, he keenly sensed that Nick Lemay's words were full of energy, and he couldn't help but feel in his heart. Dumbledore's words appeared again: Nick's wife may not be able to survive this winter...

But Nick Lemay avoided talking about this, and he could only pretend not to know and avoid lifting the old man's scars.

Maybe he can discuss with Nick Lemay and stay at his place for a while.

During this period, Montongus contacted him several times and sent him a few ancient alchemy products. He also took out an exquisite silverware. Felix judged from the workmanship that the silverware was from the hands of the fairy. This kind of thing has always been valuable. It can be seen that the owner often plays with it. Felix guessed that it might be from a pure blood family.

Montongus tentatively asked if he wanted more. He had a stable source of goods, which made Felix even more confirm. He couldn't help but sigh that the pure blood family also had some glossy appearances and secretly began to sell their property.

In the first duel class in January, Felix explained the rules of the small duel competition and arranged for some senior students to demonstrate. There were no restrictions except for the use of black magic, the use of semi-permanent deformation, high-risk evil spells and potions.

"This competition will be as close to reality as possible. The venue is not a ring. With the research of several professors, we decided to make full use of Classroom No. 7. Yes, it was modified from the practical classroom of ancient magic literature classes."

"You can be well prepared for the duel."

In this duel class, in addition to the news revealed by Felix, the most eye-catching one was Neville. His silent coma curse successfully knocked down several opponents, which scared those who knew him.

Neville's heart was pounding, this was his first win, and he grinned as Harry gave him a thumbs-up. After being awakened, Semo Feinigan exaggeratedly hammered Neville's chest, "Hey man, did you take some hard medicine?"

Although everyone was happy about Neville's progress, his changes also made many people feel a sense of crisis. The most intuitive thing was that the duel study group formed by Harry, Ron and Hermione became popular in a small range.

In an abandoned classroom, Ron said with a determined face, "Come on, Harry." A small group of people surrounded him, making his expression look even more tragic.

Harry hesitated, but he still obeyed. His wand pointed at Ron and shouted, "So quickly!" A thin rope turned into magic wrapped around him, tied him up from head to toe, and Ron slammed the mat with a "bang".

He ran over, undoed the spell, helped Ron up, and asked in a low voice: "Are you here again?"

"Come on again, I'll feel your magic a few more times - hiss~" Ron grinned, "Has your magic changed? I feel like my butt was pierced by a spike."

The students around them all took a step back, and several girls - Ravend Brown and Parvati Pettier looked at them with disgust.

Harry explained in panic: "No, his skin should be swollen, so he feels tingling. I've experienced it-" He paused and felt that his stroke became darker and darker.

Now, even Ginny looked at him strangely.

Harry gave up the explanation dejectedly, glared at Ron, and said unhappily: "Are you ready?"

"wait--"

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!