The next day, in the classroom with the "Foreline Watch Club" sign hanging, Harry, Ron and Hermione placed soft pads and wooden targets on the ground in turn, which might be used in a while.

The door was pushed open, and Fred and Weasley walked in swaggeringly, "Why did you change to this today?"

"Professor Happ is coming," said Harry.

The twins became interested and looked at Harry. Harry shrugged, "I should want to see my patron saint and guide us by the way."

"Cool!" said Fred.

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

"I'll help," shouted Anthony Goldstein, a student of Ravenclaw, who raised his wand and pointed at the wooden box. "Don't!" Navi was startled and shouted quickly, but the spell had been recited, "Yugadimleviosa!"

The wooden box swung suddenly, knocking Ron's hand open, and a corner of the box hit his feet, causing him to scream in pain. Then the wooden box slowly floated, swaying left and right as if drunk, and it rose higher and higher, and soon reached the ceiling more than ten feet high.

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

"Sorry! The first time I controlled such a big thing." Anthony said with a sad face.

"It has nothing to do with size," Harry shouted into his ear, "you have to learn to control your spell."

"Spell?" Anthony said in confusion.

"Yes, you've done a good job now, look! You've successfully made the wooden box fly to the ceiling. I need you to complete the next step and let it fall down again." Harry said, looking around him with heartache, Hermione muttering words.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked on tiptoe, Neville holding him next to him.

"Prepare the shock absorbing curse just in case." Hermione said quickly, "Oh, but it doesn't seem to be used."

The big wooden box fell back to the ground little by little, and Anthony collapsed on the ground, his face full of sweat and panting. Harry pulled him up, "Good job." "Thank you," Anthony mumbled, and the members around him clapped.

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

Members of the front-line observation station surrounded him, "Professor, what are you going to teach us?" Fred cheered.

"Why talk about the ancient magic hidden behind the twelve amulets?" Li Qiaodan suggested, "The last demonstration time was too short."

Felix wanted to shut up the dark room for his memory, but now he could only follow the memory prank, saying: "Last time was equivalent to an introduction to mobilize your curiosity - I hope to give more time for students to study it on their own... As for teaching, you might as well leave a suspense, at the end of the school year, just like lighting. I'm here to take a look today. Porter, I'm very interested in your patron saint of mutation."

"Oh, OK," said Harry.

This was already agreed. The professor said he would take time to come after the Christmas holiday, but he didn't expect it to be delayed until now. Harry had a bit of emotion, "Call the guard!" He whispered, and the silver stag ran out of his wand and circled them.

Harry was very skilled in this magic. He saw Professor Haypu nodding slightly, which made him feel excited. While maintaining the patron sacred spell, he stretched out his other hand. There seemed to be an invisible carving knife in the air, outlining a bright magical pattern.

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

Harry raised his head, and the silver stag hanging in the air shook his hooves and rushed towards him. Instead of hiding, he stretched out his hand, which seemed to others as if he was preparing to touch the horn of the patron saint. Then—the purple mist blended with the patron saint, like ink dripping into a pool of clear water. The patron saint's blurry outline became clear, and its hooves fell to the ground, making a "dag" sound.

Felix was amazed.

"Have you tried the power?" he asked.

Harry scratched his head in confusion, there was no dementor at the moment. When he saw Professor Haypu's gaze looking at the wooden target, he instantly understood. "Go." Harry said, and the hart gently pushed his hand with its huge horn, then turned around and hit the wooden target, "Bang!" The wooden target was knocked down.

The patron saint's horns glowing purple light became dim and seemed to turn into blurry light again. Harry tried to control the spell, and the hart's form became stable again.

"Professor, it has another form." Harry said, pointing at the hart with his wand, the purple mist on the patron saint faded, and then the hart expanded rapidly, two or three times higher than before. "Well, it just became bigger, but I don't know what it's useful." He said embarrassedly.

"It'll always work," Felix said. "Have you tried other magical texts?"

"I've tried 'Safety' and 'Heart', but the effect is not very good, and it clashes with the patron sage." Harry said honestly.

"Strange." Felix was a little surprised, "I tried it myself, no problems occurred."

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

"Yes," Felix opened his hand, and a silver swift appeared from the air and landed on his shoulders. He pinched out two magic symbols and handed them to the swift's mouth. It opened its mouth and swallowed one of the blue symbols. The silver light gradually dyed a faint blue color.

A faint halo spread out, and the people around him immediately felt very calm, peaceful, lazy, but their consciousness was very clear. Then the guardian of the swift swallowed another fiery red magic text. Its body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of flame. It screamed loudly, and a circle of halo spread out.

The calm state of mind was immediately broken. Fred and George, who were close to him, clenched their fists and expressed their excitement. "Fred, how about I have a good idea to pull Pipi Ghost to join our club?" George said excitedly.

"I can't wait!" Fred responded enthusiastically, and the two of them were about to walk out.

Harry also felt abnormal, and his enthusiasm for Quidditch was back. He just wanted to ride a broom in the sky. Maybe it was a good choice to bring Ginny with him? He had crazy thoughts in his mind, and then his brain closure spontaneously ran, and his mind was cool. He subconsciously grabbed the twins who reacted the most.

"Professor?" he shouted anxiously.

"I know."

Felix canceled the magic and looked around. Most people felt like they were punched in the head, gradually coming back to their senses, but their expression was still confused.

"Sorry, I didn't expect such a big reaction. You guys continue to practice. Don't worry about me, I will study it myself." Felix sat on the big box in the corner, thinking about what was going on.

Harry shook his head, and the brain closure surgery blocked the adverse reactions. He looked at the others, and they were obviously trapped in a state of vague enthusiasm and confusion.

He clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention. Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Today we will continue to practice the patron sacred spell. I know that after a long time, you may be a little unfamiliar-"

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

Before Harry could continue speaking, Ernie began to wave his wand, with a focused and fanatical expression. Harry suddenly realized that these people were not affected by the "passion" magic text, right? With the power of the guardian god, he amplified his emotions... But how did the professor do it?

Today's training was surprisingly effective.

Ernie only took half an hour to condense into a blurred shape. Harry was shocked when he saw it. Why did Ernie's patron saint feel like his cousin Dudley? He stared at it for a while before he recognized it as a boar, and almost missed the wonderful show of the Weasley brothers - they gathered the blurred silver mist together to form a vivid magpies.

"Look, Harry!" Fred shouted, but when his wand changed direction, the magpie turned into mist again.

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

"I know, I know." Fred said impatiently, continuing to join George to study the weird patron magpies.

Fred's attitude is not an isolated case, Harry found that most members became more focused, but they also hated being disturbed, as if immersed in their own world. This may be the influence of teaching magic, Harry thought.

He approached Felix in disappointment, and the professor held a swift in his hand and kept feeding it with magical texts of different shapes. The swift was dyed colorfully.

"What's wrong?" Felix asked with his eyes closed.

He was experiencing the structure of the Swift Guardian - his patron saint is much more stable than others, even beyond the definition of the ‘Guardian Spell’ itself, because he inherited Ms. Royna Ravenclaw’s memory nodes and used these nodes to almost reconstruct his patron saint.

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

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

"It's a huge gain to see how they look," Harry shook his head, then looked at the others in the classroom with some concern, "There won't be any sequelae, right?"

"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, that's-" Felix stopped and opened his eyes.

"Professor?" Harry looked at him strangely.

"I've been wondering what to use as a carrier of emotions," Felix murmured.

"What about now?"

"It seems that I have found... the answer is right at hand, right?" Felix lowered his head and looked at his patron saint. "Say sorry to me and them... Also, the reason why you can't integrate other magic texts into the patron saint has been found, because it is not a magic at all. If I have time, I will write it down and give it to you. It's a little troublesome and can't explain it for a while..." He jumped up, and with the help of the House of Responsibility for a transfer, he disappeared all of a sudden.

Harry was stunned. He reached out and poked the air in front of him. There was still people sitting here just now, but the professor seemed to have never been there. Harry sat in Felix's position and was suspicious, but naturally he had no gains. He raised his head and looked at the others, who seemed not to notice all this. Except for Hermione's puzzled glance, she turned to continue practicing the patron curse.

Except Harry, there seemed to be only one person who was not affected at all. Marfalda came over and asked curiously: "What did you talk about? And why did Professor Happ suddenly disappear? Isn't it impossible for the castle to move in the shadows?"

"Nothing," Harry said vigilantly, "You're not affected?"

"Yes, I really want to interview you now, I really want to." Marfalda used two 'special' in a row.

"Uh..." Harry was speechless. After a while, he whispered: "I just happened to have something to ask you."

"Advertise? Or reveal the secret exclusively?" Marfalda asked with interest.

"Is there any difference between the two?" Harry looked at her with his eyes squinted.

"The former requires you to pay the advertising fee, while the latter requires me to pay you the reward." Marfalda said for granted.

"You can tell," Harry was stunned for a moment and said vaguely: "Okay, it's an exclusive secret, but it's also an advertisement..."

Half an hour later, all the members gradually got rid of that state of concentration and seemed exhausted. Harry distributed the prepared chocolate to them, "The professor asked me to tell me sorry, his magic is not very skilled."

"Where are others?" Fred turned his head and looked around.

"I guess he's also in a feverish mood, but he's actively entering this state." Harry said quietly, "The next time his magic will probably be perfect."

"So sexy." George said with admiration.

Ginny yawned, her eyes half-closed, "Can I sleep on the mat for a while, Harry?"

"We go to the 'The horned snoring must exist' club," Luna said. "I transplanted a lot of plants, and there looked like a small garden and a hammock. Do you want to go together?" She turned and stared at Harry.

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

"It's indeed a bit scary. I mean this magic." Ron said with lingering fear: "I was affected unknowingly. I knew what I did, but I just didn't want to be distracted." Then he smiled again, "But the effect was surprisingly good. I seemed to have grasped the trick. My patron saint had a shadow."

“So too,” Hermione said happily: “The professor said it’s hard for me to gather strong emotions. Maybe I’m too calm, maybe I should make myself more ‘passionate’.”

Marfalda left the last time except them, she gestured to Harry, "That's all."

"What did you 'decide'?" Ron asked while eating chocolate.

"Draco Malfoy." Harry said softly. "Great." Ron said happily: "I can't wait to see him being beaten by everyone - peeping at the girl's bathroom, enough for him to drink a pot! But he can't complain yet, because we helped him!" He was in a great mood, as if he had eaten several pieces of chocolate, and was full of eyebrows.

"I didn't say his name," Harry said, shaking his head.
To be continued...