Chapter 272 "Absolutely No Spikes"

"Perhaps Professor Lupin ... hiss~"

The cold wind blowing over suddenly burrowed into Ron's collar, making him swallow the rest of his half-hearted words. He surveyed the lounge window, then cautiously picked up a piece of broken glass: " Unexpectedly there is a broken hole here, no one fixed it?"

Hermione said impatiently: "It's a matter of a spell, please move your hand."

When they returned to the dormitory, Ron said to Harry: "Maybe her cat did it, I think it's a bit strange, especially the way it looks at me ..."

Harry did not continue the conversation, nor did he tell Ron the fact that he had thrown Crookshanks out of his bed two or three times; in his mind, the cat seemed to be extraordinarily attached to the smell of scabbers, even after its disappearance he often came to visit, perhaps it simply lamented about the absence of the snack?

However, Harry could not guarantee that if Scabbers were still around, whether he will be stimulated enough that he will suddenly become a dark wizard, 'maybe he just couldn't stand the harassment of Crookshanks that he left.' In a way, he thought, the cat had sort of saved his and Ron's life.

Harry undressed while looking for a new topic, "By the way, what were you trying to say?"

Ron put down his hand to take off his shoes, frowning lightly to recall: "I was going to say, maybe Professor Lupin is planning to use your dementor doll instead of Boggart."

After a few seconds, Harry suddenly came to his senses and said excitedly, "You're right, Professor Hap wrote on the card that the doll could help me with the charm, I had thought I could use it to overcome my fear of Dementors and to prevent the Quidditch match accident from happening again, and now it seems that Professor Hap had anticipated this day."

Ron grinned as he changed into his pyjamas, "Not a big difference, after you used it to convince Wood to let you play in the game, remember, he almost passed out in fear the first time he saw it ..."

Even if Ron said a little exaggerated, but Harry could not help but laugh out loud, especially at the thought of the sturdy Wood shrinking himself into the back of the chair like a kitten.

From the next bed, Neville said sleepily, "Harry? What happened?"

"Nothing, hurry up and go to sleep." He said hurriedly.

Lying in bed, Harry thought hopefully, hoping he wouldn't miss the rest of Quidditch practice, like Hermione had never missed any of her elective lessons - pretty amazing, but he just wanted results.

...

Over the next period of time, Felix spent quite some time putting together the step-by-step instructions for teaching the ancient magic, Light, in addition to his daily classes, trips to the library, and studying the Pensieve he borrowed from Dumbledore.

This is his final reward for the club members, although this magic can only be considered an infinitely enhanced version of the Lumos spell, but both the effect and safety are satisfactory.

The only consequence of this magic getting out of control would be draining the magic power of the adventurous learner, which could be so much friendlier than some spell backfiring and burning you into a pile of ashes, or being drained into a dry corpse.

Felix intends to break this ancient magic apart and integrate the knowledge into the next gatherings, to be taught at the end of the semester's exams.

In addition, his communication with Nicolas Flamel resumed again, although the two only communicated through photos, he keenly sensed that Nicolas Flamel's words were full of twilight, and he couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart as Dumbledore's words resurfaced: Nick's wife might not make it through the winter ...

But Nicolas Flamel avoided talking about it, and he could only pretend not to know, to avoid opening up the old man's scars.

Perhaps during the summer, he could talk to Nicolas Flamel about going to live with him for a while.

In the meantime, Mundungus contacted him several times, sending over several ancient alchemical products, he also brought out a beautiful silverware, Felix judged from the workmanship of the silverware it created in the hands of goblins, such things have always been worth a lot of money, you can tell from the way the owner used it, Felix guessed that it might be from some pure-blood family.

The fact that Mundungus tentatively asked if he wanted more, and that he had a steady source of goods, made Felix confirm it even more, and he couldn't help but feel that there are some pureblood families that are shiny on the surface but selling their family assets.

In the first dueling class in January, Felix explained the rules of the small dueling tournament and arranged for some senior students to demonstrate it, and there are not many restrictions except no dark magic, no semi-permanent transfiguration, high-risk vicious hexes and potions are not allowed as well.

"This tournament will be as close to reality as possible, the venue is not a ring, and with the research of several professors, we decided to make full use of the seventh classroom, yes, that modified practical classroom of the ancient runes class."

"There is still one month before the official commencement of the dueling competition, so you can be well-prepared."

In this dueling class, apart from the news revealed by Felix, the most remarkable one is Neville, whose silent stunning spell managed to knock down several opponents, which startled those who knew him.

Neville's heart thumped, his first clean win, and he grinned as he watched Harry give him the thumbs up. When Seamus Finnigan awakened, he hammered Neville's chest exaggeratedly, "Hey mate, are you on some fierce potion?"

Although everyone is happy for Neville's progress, his changes have also provided many people with a sense of crisis, the most visual example is the small dueling study group formed by Harry, Ron, and Hermione is on fire.

In an abandoned classroom, Ron said with a determined face: "Come on, Harry." A small group of people gathered around him, making his expression look even sadder.

Harry hesitated a little, but obeyed, pointing his wand at Ron and shouting, "Incarcerous!" A thin rope of magic wrapped around him, binding him head to toe together like a ball, and Ron hit the mat with a thud.

He ran over, lifted the spell, picked Ron up, and asked in a whisper, "More?"

"Again, I want to feel your magic a few more times - hiss~," Ron said with a grimace, "Is your magic mutated, I feel like my butt is pierced by spikes."

The students surrounding them took a step back in unison, and many girls like - Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil - looked at them with disgust.

Harry explained in a panic, "No, he should have a tingling sensation because his skin is swollen, I've experienced-" He stopped, feeling like he is making it Worser and Worser.

Now, even Ginny looked at him strangely.

Harry hung his head and gave up trying to explain, glaring at Ron and saying unkindly, "Are you ready?"

"Wait-"

"Bang!"

Ron fell to the ground again, and Harry said sincerely to the rest of them, "You can check, there are absolutely no spikes ..."

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