dmims Chapter 110, Duel Lesson, has come to a perfect end.
Chapter 110, Duel Lesson, has come to a perfect end.
"Dobby, could you stay here? We can talk later?"
"No, Dobby must go back, back to Master... Dobby sneaked out while Master was visiting a friend." Dobby emphasized, "A very close friend! Master won't let Dobby come along."
"Then come at your time, I have something important to tell you. No, not now, I need time to prepare, you can let me know in advance." Felix waved his hand, and a round, brass-colored metal plate flew over from the workbench.
It was a copper nat.
He tossed the coin to Dobby, who caught it and examined it closely. "No, no, Dobby can't take it. Dobby shouldn't have any money," he said fearfully, as if he were holding some kind of malevolent dark magic artifact.
Felix sighed. "That's for you to notify me. If you inject magic beforehand, I'll receive the message."
These are also magical artifacts that come in pairs, somewhat similar to two-way mirrors, but their functions are far inferior.
If a pair of copper nuggets are enchanted with 'synchronization magic' and one of them is injected with magic, the other will become hot.
"Fever Nate" is a derivative of Felix's parchment writing system, a product of the collective creativity of those young wizards, and it doesn't involve much technical skill.
Felix was just casually playing with them, and he even gave a pair to each member of the research team.
The Weasley twins were very interested in this, and Felix thought it wouldn't be long before they showed him the remains of "Fever Nat"...
After hearing Felix's words, Dobby was relieved. He carefully examined the coin in his hand, his eyes seemingly shining.
"Is this a gift for Dobby?" he asked, tilting his head and holding the bronze nugget in his hands.
"You could say that." Felix had no intention of taking it back.
"Mr. Hyp is so generous! This is the first time Dobby has ever received a gift!" The little elf was moved to tears.
Felix: "..." If you're happy, I have a lot of similar things.
Under his gaze, Dobby bowed to him, then snapped his fingers lightly, and he vanished.
"What an interesting talent," Felix exclaimed.
House-elves are amazing creatures. They have many wizard-like abilities. For example, the trick Dobby used when he disappeared was very similar to the wizard's Apparition, but the principles behind the two are completely different.
At least, as far as Felix knew, Hogwarts had deployed a large number of anti-Apparition spells, but this spell was ineffective against some magical creatures—such as phoenixes and house-elves.
In addition, house-elves can manipulate various small objects, making them very convenient for doing housework and tidying up rooms; they also possess considerable attack power, although this ability is always firmly bound by a magical contract.
But these are not the magic that wizards are familiar with, but rather the talents of magical creatures. They naturally possess these abilities, just like the avian snake can arbitrarily enlarge or shrink its body according to the space it is in.
……
When Felix returned to the Great Hall, the three professors were still carefully instructing the young wizard.
Two weeks have passed since the last dueling class, and many of the older wizards are now able to barely cast the Disarming Charm.
This gave their sparring a hint of a duel.
But it was just a shadow.
Felix saw the two young wizards exchange a glance, loudly chanting spells, only to awkwardly shoot bursts of sparks from the tips of their staffs. Then, unintentionally, they accidentally unleashed a real disarming spell, heading straight for him.
"Miss Burstdle, watch your spell," Felix said, flicking the spell away at the rather stout witch. He gave her a second look. If he wasn't mistaken, his assistant had obtained the cat hair from her and had worn a knitted hat for three weeks as a result.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor," Milison Burst said somewhat flusteredly.
"You need to pay attention to the angle of your wand, and swing it with force, like you're stabbing it. Also... faith is very important; don't fool around, it will seriously slow you down."
After giving pointers to a few young wizards, Felix approached Professor McGonagall, who was surrounded by a small group of people.
She stood excitedly in front of a pair of young wizards, praising loudly, "Potter, a truly excellent disarming spell." She wiped her eyes.
As Felix looked over, a beam of red light shot from Harry's wand, striking his opponent—Hermione Granger—precisely.
Her wand flew out of her hand, arcing through the air before being nimbly caught by Harry.
The little witch looked sullen.
Harry awkwardly handed her the wand, and just as he was about to say something, his next opponent stepped forward.
Felix was surprised to find that there was a rather long line opposite Harry, surrounded by many young wizards who were looking at Harry with admiration.
What's going on?
When Hermione saw Felix, she quietly approached him. "Professor Hyp."
"What happened?"
"Well, Ron mentioned that the reason he learned the Disarming Charm was because he was hit by the charm too many times while sparring with Harry," she said, looking down.
Felix looked at Ron, who was enthusiastically commentating and making animated remarks, and felt it was utterly absurd.
But... is that even possible? Even he couldn't be sure.
This idea is so outrageous that you can't think of it without a truly unique way of thinking.
He looked at his assistant. "So, you believed it too?"
Hermione said somewhat awkwardly, "At first I didn't believe it..." But as more and more young wizards came over and asked to spar with Harry, she began to waver.
She cleverly changed the subject: "Professor, everyone says you've mastered a sixth-level spell." Hermione stared at Felix's face, trying to discern something.
"Yeah?"
"Yes!" Hermione emphasized. "Professor, what are your thoughts?" She was genuinely curious.
"My thought is, Miss Granger, we'll have to work overtime this weekend."
"Huh?"
"Grade the homework assigned in the last dueling class."
Hermione stared at him blankly. She couldn't help but look around at the hundreds of young wizards in the Great Hall, who were practicing spells with great enthusiasm.
In their eyes, this was a novel and interesting game.
Occasionally, when a spell goes astray or bursts out with dazzling sparks, the auditorium erupts in laughter.
But amidst the joyful atmosphere, she suddenly lost that happiness and felt a little panicked.
Seven or eight minutes later, Felix went up on stage to end the lesson.
"I've already seen your progress, young wizards," he praised generously. "I hope to see you all perform well in the next class."
"The class leaders of each college, please collect all the assignments from last class. I will take the time to give you suggestions one by one—if your data is not fabricated."
Many people lowered their heads in shame.
But when the young wizards left the Great Hall, their faces were beaming with bright smiles.
"Hermione, you don't look too good," Ron said.
He was in a very good mood. In fact, Ron had been very popular lately because of the Special Contribution Award, especially after he solved Lockhart's problem. Professor McGonagall had also lifted most of his confinement.
"Is that so?" Hermione walked away with her head held high.
"Harry, I think it's your fault. Your disarming spell is stronger than hers, and she feels embarrassed," Ron said to Harry.
Harry couldn't help but scratch his head.
The next morning, a piece of news suddenly appeared at Hogwarts, overshadowing all other news.
"Gidero Lockhart: A False Adventurer! Facing Multiple Trials." A young wizard read aloud the headline from the front page of the day's newspaper, delivered by an owl.