Qi Zhen

On the last weekend of February, in the ancient magic literature office, the owl brought the "Prophet Daily" of the day.

Felix spread out the newspaper and the title of the foreign news in the sixth edition was 'The American Magic and France Association announced that it would not introduce exclusive wands for the time being, and the squibs attacked the Woolworth Building'. After he read it carefully, he found that the reporter had not learned much about it himself.

The living environment of wizards in the magic world in the Americas is completely different from that in Europe and Africa.

Taking the British Ministry of Magic as an example, it will choose to maintain a single-line contact with the Muggle Prime Minister on important events, and the Ministry of Magic in other European countries follows the example; and Africa is another scene: because the local mysterious culture is prevalent and the information is spread slowly, there are actually many semi-public activities in which the witches there are wearing "witch doctors", "sacrificialists", and "thanks" - there are also in the UK, but they will definitely not dare to be so rampant.

The result of public casting is to become the second Carlotta Pinkerstone. So Felix and Ms. Bones feel that the magic world is really forced to be public, and the possibility of problems in the Americas and Africa is far greater than that in Europe.

Therefore, Ms. Borns has commissioned a UK representative to the International Wizards Federation to submit an early warning proposal.

Felix has also been criticized during this period because "the invention of the exclusive wand will make the already overwhelmed confidentiality work worsen." It is not surprising that the American Magic France, which has the most unstable magic environment in China, will be the first to make such a decision.

At least more countries have chosen to accept exclusive wands with caution, which is enough for him.

The chaos of the American Demons and French Association has actually been omens.

For example, recently, Minerva has hosted many American wizard families. These parents hope to get their children to attend Hogwarts, and they are also preparing to move to the UK nearby.

"The Noel family is just the one with the most sensitive sense of smell, and may also be the one with the least courage."

According to the information Felix learned from her, this kind of thing was not uncommon. During the First Wizard War, many British wizards went abroad to take refuge, and smuggling was rampant during that period.

Because it is much easier for a wizard to go from one end of the earth to the other than a Muggle.

In Felix's opinion, many wizards actually don't feel any distance. They go abroad - from Britain to France and to America - just need a door key. The only thing that reminds them is the Garon who they have paid for.

It was not until the end of the war that these wizard families returned to Britain, but some people chose to stay abroad.

Now the American Magic and French Association, the Innovation Association and all walks of life are ready to fight, and have started a series of big discussions, which even caused a disturbance at the International Wizards Federation, which gave the new chairman of the Federation a headache.

Felix did not expect that he would be the source of this incident.

Valen lay in front of the special meditation basin and curiously looked at the silver substance inside. It held its exclusive wand and glanced at Felix alertly. Seeing that Felix had no reaction, it used the tip of the wand to stir up the thoughts inside.

A young voice with a little echo appeared:

"I didn't look down on Hager, Professor Dumbledore. I just felt that... his behavior of raising eight-eyed giant spiders in the castle was too dangerous. I'm the chief."

Valen was a little surprised and hurriedly pulled out his exclusive wand. The silver substance in the meditation basin was slightly whirling, and another person's voice came from it. Valen's shiny little eyes were wide open. Although it was also echoed, it could be heard that it was the Great Devil who was talking.

"...I heard you are looking for the legendary Slytherin Chamber? There is a mess. I am going to transform it into a playground. You agree that the entertainment of Hogwarts students is too scarce, right? What do you like..."

Felix looked out the window and glanced at the marks on the calendar for a while. He hooked on March 10, stood up and moved his neck.

"Let's go, Valen. Let's go to the auditorium to see the results of those students in half a month. If you are lucky, you might be able to catch up with the split!" He said lazily, "I have a student who barely mastered the phantom movement in just a few days. It's so terrible..."

...

Harry was discharged from the hospital earlier today, and when he firmly broke away from Mrs. Pomfrey's entanglement and returned to the common room, he was surprised to find that there were not many familiar faces.

"Harry, are you discharged from the hospital?" Guter, a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch, said happily, and he announced loudly: "Hey! Everyone, welcome our 'Ghost Captain' to the team." The people in the lounge slapped a few faces, and batsman Perks whistled loudly.

"Where are the others?" Harry asked.

"It's a 'phantom display class' in the auditorium," he said.

Harry thanked him, waved his hand to Perks and Demirza Robbins in the distance, and walked around the dormitory. There was no one inside. He was confused and found a phantom shift certificate and a small bag of Gallons on his bed. He counted it and it happened to be twelve. He knew that this was the fee paid for the Phantom shift class that he had returned.

Harry was a little surprised. Did it take a whole year to remember to bring them a certificate? Can't he just mail it directly? He felt that if he got it all, Ron and Hermione would definitely not be able to say anything about it.

He came to the auditorium, which was crowded, and the students were chatting in groups of three or three, with hundreds of wooden circles for practice on the ground.

Harry turned around and couldn't even see a professor's shadow. What was going on? Fortunately, he saw a familiar person. He walked over and happened to hear Ron share his experience in practicing phantom movement with others.

Hermione and Neville were there, and Ginny, and she could tell that she was feeling very uncomfortable.

"...The more you are afraid, the less you can do it. Really! When I was learning phantom movement, I had several serious splits... Yes, Professor Haipu helped me once or twice, and then we solved it ourselves, like a eyebrows falling out, a small cut or something..."

"It's really difficult," said Ron. "I always don't have a good grasp of the direction... Harry is so awesome in this."

In order to maintain their re-repaired friendship, Ron praised Harry without hesitation, and should know that the next topic should generally be "Weasley's 100 thrilling phantom movements."

"Harry!" Ginny said in surprise, jumped over and hugged him, "We're still discussing going to see you later."

"I don't want to stay until Easter," Harry whispered.

Then he was embarrassed and found that the people around him looked at him with a very interested look.

"I remember Harry used the continuous phantom shift to get the golden egg from the fire dragon's protection," said Parvati Pettier.

"I thought it was a coincidence," said a student.

"Of course it's not a coincidence. Harry is particularly good at this!" Ron said even more vigorously after seeing Harry: "Do you remember the fact that I defeated Nona Lebert with the 'Phantom Movement and Coma Curse' in the third event of the Championship? It's very difficult to cast spells in Phantom Movement, and it's all advanced skills in the Aurors."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

She got some Auror training materials from Tonks a long time ago. She knew a little bit that the phantom shifting and rapid casting are an advanced duel skill, but many people think it is flashy because it is easy to make mistakes. Once the split occurs, it will be over and the enemy will laugh to death.

Not to mention that most people cannot overcome the imbalance in direction at high speed movement. After knowing how Professor Happ grades magic, Tonks gave the view that "Phantom shifts below level 4 are not suitable for use in combat."

On the other hand, Ron became more and more mysterious as he spoke, making the students feel itchy.

"Harry, we haven't seen you show it in the club. Now the professor is not here-" Dean said. The crowd followed and asked Harry to show them. Harry glared at Ron, but he found himself eager to try, "I need a target."

"Happy to serve." Ron said with a smile.

They walked towards a clearing in the corner, and Ron whispered in a whispering voice as he passed Hermione and Neville, "If I can't hold on, remember to come and save me."

A dozen Gryffindor students stood up and formed a half circle.

Ron stood against the wall and raised his wand and cast a super-sense spell on himself.

"Are you ready?" Dean consciously acted as the referee. Ron and Harry both became serious. "Three-two-one-one-start!"

A disarming spell flew towards Ron, and Ron leaned over and flashed the spell. At this time, Harry suddenly disappeared from the spot - a cheer erupted from the crowd - he appeared on Ron's right side, and the red light ready to fire from the tip of the staff shot out. Ron quickly condensed a small piece of iron armor spell on his chest to block the spell.

The students resting in the distance noticed the movement here and surrounded them.

In the next ten seconds, the two of them fired some indestructible spells, disarming spells, bondage spells, coma spells, petrification spells, and students' favorite pranks. Harry now wants to experiment with Ron's crazy spells.

"They are all so awesome," said a low-grade student in shock.

"I'm not surprised by Harry's performance, but is Ron--is his silent curse so skilled?"

"Oh, he performed poorly in the transformation class and still cannot hide his freckles smoothly. His first batch of silent spells were basically duel spells..."

"What kind of magic is that?" another seventh-year student asked in shock.

The two of them were coming and going, shooting spells at each other. Their steps kept moving. They could dodge the magic arc that flew towards them. If they couldn't dodge, they condensed a small halo in front of them, barely defended against the spell, and then fought back immediately, with a dazzling rhythm.

"Like the human-shaped iron armor curse, it is one of the advanced techniques of the iron armor curse," Neville explained.

Harry suddenly disappeared from time to time, suddenly emerged from the corner, firing a spell at Ron. At this time, Ron quickly retreated, turning his back to the castle wall, and gaze capturing Harry's figure; or cast a complete iron armor spell in the opposite direction, focusing on the other side, and adding the sensory improvement brought by the super-sensory spell, he finally managed to deal with it.

The students were overwhelmed by the sight, but they did not see the continuous phantoms.

"Harry, get more effort." Dean shouted.

Harry held his breath and met Ron's gaze. The two exchanged a tacit look. "They are all waiting." Ron said with a grin. The next second, Harry suddenly disappeared, his wand pierced straight, and the disarming spell shot out with a sharp roar. Then he disappeared from the spot and appeared in the air near the ceiling of the auditorium, as if it merged with the clear and blue sky above his head.

Harry, who was hanging in the air, gently waved his wand, and more than a dozen candles fell down. At this time, the onlookers were still searching for Harry's figure. Instead, the students who had just walked over from the distance and the professors who had just come out of the teacher's lounge saw this scene.

Draco Malfoy was constantly throwing a white peacock transformed with a goblet, but his head turned here and stared at Harry, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, my God!" Professor McGonagall said, covering his chest. The other professors were also stunned, only a smile appeared on the corner of Felix's mouth.

Harry's attack is not over.

He disappeared again during the fall and appeared on Ron's right side. In fact, he should have appeared behind the enemy, but now he is just performing. His wrists trembled continuously, and two spells of red and gold spells formed a continuous attack with the cooperation in front, rushing towards Ron like a tide.

A scream of surprise erupted in the crowd.

Ron, who was promptly promptly casting spells at this moment, was pursuing a dramatic effect, and in the last second he allowed a spherical magic barrier to protect himself. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang — Harry's spells hit the barrier one after another, causing ripples, and the candles fell to the ground and broke into two or three pieces.

The students' eyes jumped with the candles on the ground, and the auditorium quieted down. A series of rapid footsteps approached. Everyone turned their heads and couldn't help but shrank their necks to make way out. Professor McGonagall strode over. She walked through the crowd and appeared in front of everyone, asking sternly: "What's going on?"

"We are demonstrating the phantom shift," Harry said honestly.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall," Dean said with a helping voice: "Didn't Professor Tecross use Harry as an example before? It just so happened that Harry came here today, so we want him to demonstrate it to everyone." Harry and Ron nodded desperately.

Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

"Minerva." A pale-skinned witch appeared and said comfortingly. He was the teacher of the Phantom Transformation sent by Dean, Waiki Teckros. "I did mention it before, and it can be seen that Porter and others were very restrained and did not use illegal spells. I believe that with this wonderful demonstration, other students will take Phantom Transformation more seriously."

The students around him made low echoes.

"Well, since that's the case-" Professor McGonagall's lips were pursed into a thin line, "Then there will be no points deduction, but you are so free, why not stay here as Professor Tecros' assistant to help maintain order. It will also save you..."

Harry opened his mouth and did not dare to object. Ron accepted it happily.

"Okay," Techros clapped his hands, "Go back to your respective positions, this time I hope someone can successfully appear in the wood circle..."

The classmates dispersed, and Grindelwald appeared at some point. He stood in the corner, chasing Harry behind Tycross. He observed carefully, his lips trembled slightly, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

It was not until noon that the Phantom Transfer class ended. Several professors moved the long dining table back to their original position. The exhausted sixth-grade students and some seventh-grade students stayed directly to wait for lunch to begin. Harry took the opportunity to ask the Phantom Transfer Certificate.

"Professor Tecross didn't say the reason directly, but I think it might be a concern," Hermione said to Harry softly, "After all, if the Ministry of Magic issued us a certificate last year, it would be obvious that it would be a violation, but this year is different..."

Harry thought for a long time before he could figure out the logic. They could not use Phantom Movement in school, and the school year ended almost July, only one month before he became an adult, which basically had no effect on the Ministry of Magic.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Harry stood in front of the stone monster in front of the principal's office and said, "Blowing the treasure super bubble gum". The monster jumped to one side, and the wall behind it cracked. Harry stepped on the spiral stone staircase. As the staircase rose, he couldn't help but fantasize about what Dumbledore would teach him later.

The stairs stopped, and a brass knocker in the shape of a lion-headed beast hung on the shiny oak door.

Harry calmed his breath and clenched the door knocker.
Chapter completed!