A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 572: Apocalypse from the patron saint

The next day, in the classroom with the signboard 'Frontline Lookout Club', Harry, Ron and Hermione placed cushions and wooden targets on the floor in turn, which might be used later.

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

"Professor Hype is coming," said Harry.

The twins became interested, looking at Harry, Harry shrugged, "It should be 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, which was full of various spell books and exercises. Props used.

"I'll help," yelled Ravenclaw student Anthony Goldstein, pointing at the crate with his wand. "Don't!" Neville was taken aback, and quickly shouted, but the spell had already been uttered, "Wingadim Leviosa!"

The wooden box swung violently, knocking Ron's hand away, and a corner of the box hit his foot, causing him to scream in pain. Then the wooden box slowly floated up, swaying from side to side as if drunk, and rose higher and higher, and soon reached the ceiling more than ten feet high.

"You've got to learn to control it," said Harry, running up and looking 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.

"Size doesn't matter," Harry shouted into his ear, "you have to learn to control your spells."

"Spell?" Anthony said confused.

"That's right, you've done a good job now, look! You managed to make the wooden box fly to the ceiling, I now need you to complete the next step and let it fall again." Harry said, the people around Watching anxiously, Hermione muttered something.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked, standing on tiptoe, with Neville helping him.

"Prepare the Shock Absorbing Charm, just in case." Hermione said quickly, "Oh, but it doesn't seem to be needed."

The big wooden box fell back to the ground little by little, and Anthony collapsed on the ground, sweating and panting. Harry pulled him up. "Good job." "Thanks," muttered Anthony, and the surrounding members applauded.

A voice appeared at the door, "Very wonderful teaching, if it is in class, I will consider adding 20 points to you." Felix said with a smile on his face.

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

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

Felix wants to close a small black room for his memory, but right now he can only follow the prank of the memory and say: "The last time was equivalent to an introduction to mobilize your curiosity-I hope to give you more time Let the students research on their own... As for the teaching, you might as well leave it as a suspense, and put it at the end of the school year, just like the lighting technique. I just came over today to have a look. Potter, I am very interested in your mutated patron saint."

"Oh, yes," said Harry.

This was agreed a long time ago. The professor said that he would make time to come after the Christmas holiday, but he didn't expect to delay until now. Harry's emotions simmered, "Call God for protection!" he whispered, and the silver stag came out of his wand and circled them.

Harry was very handy with this magic, he saw Professor Haipu nodding slightly, which gave him a burst of excitement. While maintaining the Patronus Charm, he stretched out his other hand, as if there was an invisible carving knife in the air, outlining a bright rune pattern.

In the blink of an eye, the rune symbol turned into a cloud of purple mist with a faint golden light.

Harry raised his head, and the silver stag hanging in the air swung its hooves and galloped towards him. Instead of hiding, he stretched out his hand, which seemed to others to be stroking the horns of the Patronus. Then—the purple mist merged with the Patronus, like ink dripping into a pool of clear water, the vague outline of the Patronus became clear, and its hooves fell on the ground, making a "da da" sound.

Felix was amazed.

"Have you tested the power?" he asked.

Harry scratched his head in confusion. There were no dementors at the moment. When he saw Professor Haip looking at the wooden target, he instantly understood. "Go," said Harry, and the stag nudged his hand with its huge antlers, then turned and slammed into the wooden target. "Bang!" The wooden target was knocked down.

The Patronus's glowing purple horns dimmed and seemed to be a blur of light again, and Harry tried to control the spell, and the stag's form regained its firmness.

"Professor, it has another form." Harry said, pointing his wand at the stag, the purple mist on the Patronus faded, and then the stag swelled to two or three times its original size , "Uh, it's just simply getting bigger, but I don't know what's the use." He said awkwardly.

"It will always work," Felix said, "Have you tried other runes?"

"I tried 'Soothing' and 'Enthusiasm', but the effect was not very good, and it conflicted with the Patronus Charm." Harry said honestly.

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

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

"Yeah," Felix opened his hand, and a silver swift emerged from the air and landed on his shoulder. He squeezed out two more rune symbols and handed them to Swift's mouth. It opened its mouth and swallowed one of the blue symbols, and the silver glow gradually turned a light blue.

A faint halo spread out, and the people around immediately felt that their moods became very calm, peaceful, lazy, but their consciousness was very clear. Then the Swift Guardian God swallowed another fiery red rune, its body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of flames, it let out a high-pitched cry, and a circle of light spread out.

The calm state of mind was immediately shattered. Fred and George, who were close, clenched their fists with excited expressions. "Fred, I have a great idea. How about pulling Peeves into 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 that something was wrong, his passion for Quidditch had returned, and now he just wanted to ride a broom soaring in the sky, maybe it would be a good choice to bring Ginny? Crazy thoughts were spinning in his mind, and then Occlumency operated spontaneously, his mind was cool, and he subconsciously grabbed the twin who was the most reactive.

"Professor?" he called eagerly.

"I know."

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

"Sorry, I didn't expect such a big reaction. Keep practicing, leave me alone, I'll do my own research." Felix sat on the big box in the corner, wondering what was going on.

Harry shook his head, Occlumency shutting out the adverse reaction. He looked at the others, who were clearly in a state of vain enthusiasm and dazedness.

He clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention. Harry bit the bullet and said: "Today we continue to practice the Patronus Charm, I know it's been a long time, you may be a little rusty—"

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

Without waiting for Harry to continue, Ernie began waving his wand, looking intent and frenzied. Harry suddenly realized that these people could not be affected by the 'Zest' rune, right? Using the power of the patron saint to amplify emotions... But how did the professor do it?

The effect of today's training is surprisingly good.

It only took Ernie half an hour to condense the vague shape. Harry was startled when he saw it. How could Ernie's Patronus feel like his cousin Dudley? He stared at it for a long time before he realized it was a boar, and almost missed the Weasley Brothers' wonderful show when they pooled the vague silver mist to form a living magpie.

"Look, Harry!" cried Fred, but when his wand was turned the other way, the magpie melted into mist again.

"You are already very close, try again!" Although Harry didn't know what the situation was, he encouraged him.

"Got it, got it." Fred said impatiently, and continued to get together with George to study the weird magpie patron saint.

Fred's attitude was not an exception, Harry found—most of the members became more focused, but they also hated being interrupted quite a bit, as if immersed in their own world. It might be the effect of teaching magic, Harry thought.

He approached Felix resentfully. The professor held a swift in his hand and kept feeding it runes of different shapes. The swift was dyed colorfully.

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

He is experiencing the structure of Swift's Patronus - his Patronus is much more stable than others, even beyond the definition of the 'Patronus Charm' itself, this is because he inherited Rowena Raven Ms. Crowe's magical nodes, and used these nodes to almost reconstruct her own Patronus.

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

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

"Looking at them is a huge reward," Harry shook his head, and then looked at the other people in the classroom with some concern, "Will there be any sequelae?"

"No, it's like a sudden rain, the impact is minimal. But they should feel tired, you can prepare some chocolate in advance-"

Harry nodded.

"Unless they've been in this mood for a long time, then—" Felix paused and opened his eyes.

"Professor?" Harry looked at him strangely.

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

"Now?"

"I seem to have found it...the answer is at hand, isn't it?" Felix looked down at his patron saint. "Say sorry to me and them... Also, you have found the reason why you can't integrate other runes into the patron saint, because it is not a magic at all. I will write it down for you when I have time. It is a bit troublesome and I can't explain it at the moment ..." He jumped up, using the Room of Requirement as a transfer, and disappeared in a flash.

Harry was dumbfounded. He stretched out his hand and poked the air in front of him. There were people sitting here just now, but now it was as if the professor had never been here. Harry sat in Felix's position for a moment of paranoia, but of course nothing came of it. He looked up at the others, who didn't seem to be aware of it, except for a questioning glance from Hermione, who turned away and continued practicing the Patronus Charm.

Except for Harry, there seemed to be only one person who was not affected in any way——Mafalda came over and asked curiously: "What did you talk about? And why did Professor Haip suddenly disappear? Isn't it impossible to apparate in the castle?" shape?"

"Nothing," said Harry warily, "you are not affected?"

"Yes, I really want to interview you now, very much." Mafalda used two "special" in a row.

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

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

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

"The former requires you to pay for the advertising fee, while the latter requires me to pay you." Mafalda said naturally.

"You can tell the difference." Harry was stunned for a moment, and said vaguely, "Well, it's an exclusive reveal, but it's still an advertisement..."

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

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

"I guess he also entered into a frenzied mood, but he entered into this state on his own initiative." Harry said quietly, "I guess his magic will be perfect next time."

"It's so sexy." George said with admiration.

Yawning, eyes half-closed, Ginny asked, "Can I sleep on the mat, Harry?"

"We're going to the 'Horned Snorks Must Exist' club," Luna said. "I've transplanted a lot of plants, and it looks like a little garden, and there's a hammock. Want to come together?" she said. He turned to stare at Harry.

"...No, thank you." Harry said, he said hello to Neville, Susan and others, and finally 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 just don't want to be distracted." Then he smiled again , "But the effect is surprisingly good. I seem to have grasped the trick. My patron saint already has a shadow."

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

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

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

"Draco Malfoy," Harry said softly. "Wonderful," said Ron happily, "I can't wait to see him get yelled at and beaten up - peeking into the girls' bathroom, enough for him to drink a pot! But he can't complain yet because we kind of helped Him!" He was in a great mood, as if he had eaten several pieces of chocolate, his eyebrows were beaming.

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

"Oh." Ron's eyebrows drooped, "I bet he's never going to thank you for letting him go on this one."

Harry shrugged, "I don't expect anything in return."

In the evening, the auditorium was bustling with activity. People from the Ministry of Magic stayed after dinner as usual to instruct those students who failed the assessment, "Keep up, there are less than one-third of the students left." Cheer up your colleagues.

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

"Wicky, I also want to go out to get some air... I'm too tired these days, sorry." He glared at the other people who came from the ministry, "Do you want to rest too?" Finally, no one went out this time.

"Tycross, do you need help?" Professor Flitwick asked enthusiastically.

"Oh, Professor Flitwick? It's your turn to be on duty with Professor Snape today?" Tycross was overjoyed, "Thank you so much." Snape, who was standing with Flitwick, remained silent. Stared at Umbridge and Avery past the long dining table until they disappeared in the doorway of the Great Hall.

Voldemort did not disclose his undercover identity to the two, which made him secretly relieved, indicating that the Dark Lord seemed to have finally regained a little sanity. Although it may not be a good thing, at least I don't have to worry about him suddenly going crazy during a report...

On the other side, Umbridge and Avery, who walked out of the auditorium, passed through the foyer one after another, and came to a dark corridor. They hid behind a huge pillar, whispering.

"You go!"

"Why not you?"

"I have more important tasks!"

Valen, who passed by from a distance, glanced at them curiously. It smacked its lips and left with the little snake. It failed to negotiate with the big devil last night. Varun summed it up and thought that he was too bad at mathematics, so he needed help! The experience of asking Astoria last time let me know ~IndoMTL.com~ Many students in the school are unreliable, maybe not as good as it, it must ask the right person.

As it happens, it knows a master student.

Umbridge and Avery poked their heads furtively from behind the pillars, staring at Varren's back.

"Do you think this little thing will help with planning?"

"You can try it. Once you succeed, someone will open the door for you." Avery said in a low voice, "I'll find another chance to contact Malfoy. If it doesn't work, there are backup candidates." One side left.

Umbridge stopped where she was, somewhat convinced.

The ancient rune office is like a den of terror in her heart, but it will undoubtedly be much more convenient if someone leads the way.

She stepped up from behind the pillar and carefully drew out her wand. Her wand was very short, only eight inches, like a feathered quill, and looked very inconspicuous. Umbridge approached step by step. She had heard about this Nixie in the past few days, and it was a pet kept by that person...Hate was surging in her heart.

Umbridge breathed slowly, telling herself to herself that all she needed was a Confusion Charm, just like she had persuaded her father to retire early. easy.

She squirmed her mouth, and then a white light flashed. Umbridge almost thought she had succeeded, and she controlled herself from grinning, but things developed beyond her comprehension. The spell she was sure of bounced off.

Warren, who was carrying the little snake, stopped, turned his head in confusion, and saw a short and fat woman with a strange appearance, holding a wand and froze in place. Varen blinked, and took off the little yellow hat. There was an obvious scorching mark at the back of the hat, and a wisp of faint black smoke came out.

"chirp?"

Warren stared at Umbridge.