A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Choose wisely, you'll feel a lot better." Felix opened his wand, and a golden trail lay between them, like snowflakes blown up by the wind, and golden powder scattered down one after another.

"Let's do a test first." He leaned back in his chair and looked at the golden rain curtain with delight.

Harry also raised his head, he felt like the gold dust flying in the air, became a part of them, forgot all the worries and troubles... Involuntarily fell into a blurred dream, his mind was greatly relaxed , floaty, as if surrounded by warm light. Harry subconsciously chased this feeling, but a voice inside told him that the scene seemed familiar.

what is it? If he had ever felt this wonderful before, he must have been impressed, Harry thought intoxicated, his mind like a rusty alarm clock, pausing for every frame of thought, until Moody's The professor's ugly face flashed before his eyes. So distasteful... This made Harry sober for a moment in a sea of ​​pleasure.

How could you think of him? Is it because he was tortured by his class to feel emotional? Wait, Moody's class? Imperius?

Harry's heart was immediately splashed with a basin of cold water, no, it was directly immersed in the Black Lake at the end of December. He shook his head and got out of this state. The gold powder in front of him fluttered and piled into a cone on the ground. It was golden and looked very beautiful.

But Harry doesn't think it's a good thing now, apart from what he just experienced, another intuitive evidence is that Professor Hepp is holding Warren and won't let go, and the little guy sticks out from the gap in the professor's arm. Small hands, pushing hard in the direction of the gold powder.

Harry leaned back in fear, feeling a little more secure when his back touched the firm touch of the sofa back.

"three minutes."

Felix picked up a pocket watch, looked at it, and said, "It's faster than I expected, which is amazing."

Harry stammered, "I-I thought of Professor Moody..."

"I understand," Felix said. "He does look scary."

"No, no, Professor," Harry said, "I wasn't talented because of Professor Moody's looks,..." He blinked and explained in a low voice, "He gave us Imperius in class. "

"Oh, that makes sense," Felix nodded slightly. "It looks like you should have done well in that class?"

Harry nodded hesitantly.

"Professor, what is that?"

He watched Professor Hepp wave his wand, and the gold powder scattered in the air and the handful of powder on the ground disappeared at the same time.

"Some of the good memories I've collected." Felix said with a smile, "Many are creatures from the Forbidden Forest. These little animals are easy to get happy, maybe they don't fit your definition of beauty? "

"No, I feel good, pure happiness." Harry said reluctantly.

Felix said slowly: "This is the inspiration I got from Dementors. Since Dementors can absorb those happy memories, then I naturally think, why can't I extract other memories and emotions?"

"If you absorb all happiness, you will only be left with negative and pessimistic feelings. If you absorb all arrogance and conceit, only humility and respect will be left... You will find that emotions can easily go from one extreme to the other. It is worth studying , but I have to say - it's not very useful to me and it's prone to criticism."

Harry felt that this assessment was too light, and should be described as evil or weird. He took a peek at Felix, and most of the time, Professor Hepp was gentle and friendly enough to speak like a spring breeze—not to mention that after the Christmas ball, many girls' evaluation of him skyrocketed. But when it comes to some magic, the professor's standards are frighteningly low.

For example, if it wasn't for the nightmare that night, he might never have known that Professor Hepp's life-suppressing spell was so skilled...

He felt that some of his ideas were shaken.

"Will this help me learn Occlumency?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Of course it helps. In the introductory stage of your studies, you will find that the strength of will is particularly important."

He handed Harry a book.

"Every page above has been enchanted by me, and there are other ways of mobilizing emotions and memories besides what you have just seen, and you need to read it while ignoring the effects of the magic attached to it. This book has It's a certain danger, so I can't let you take it away - my arrangement for this special training is that during the Christmas break, you come every two days, and after school starts, once a week, when you don't pay Going from the first page to the last page in one breath, it means that you are completely started. Let's move on to the next stage."

Harry nodded in understanding. He took the book, which didn't look thick, with an ordinary cover and no title, but he wouldn't think it was any more innocuous than Hagrid's carefully selected Monster Book of Monsters.

He turned to the first page with trepidation, and at first glance it was unremarkable, with an unfamiliar spell painted on it, and the outer frame of the spell was a circle of purple arc-shaped patterns. But when he tried to identify it, the spell had a strong appeal.

He scrutinized the pattern above, his expression fascinated, as if the ultimate answer to all unknown puzzles was hidden on that little charm.

Felix let go of his hand, and Warren jumped out of his arms, ran to Harry's sofa, stood there curiously looking at the motionless Harry, and then aimed at the pattern on the book. At first glance, I found nothing, at second glance, eh? It's pretty cool, let's take a look...

Its eyes became more and more concentrated. At this time, Felix came over and took it away. Warren blinked, remembering what had just happened, and it shouted twice with lingering fears.

"That book isn't for you, I'll make you a 'Wallen's Bizarre Adventure' someday," Felix quipped.

Warren patted his little heart, avoiding Harry and the book on his lap far away, running to the workbench, pulling gold coins out of his pockets and stacking them on the table to build a castle.

Warren felt that the way to build a castle with explosive cards was too dangerous, and it was better to use gold Galleons - it was good-looking and safe, and it was full of accomplishment after completion.

Together with Sniff, Felix stopped and glanced in Harry's direction from time to time. Harry's forehead unknowingly soaked a layer of sweat, which was a manifestation of rapid mental exhaustion.

Still can't notice any difference...

Is it hidden too deep? The realm of the soul is indeed full of unknowns.

Time passed, and the sweat on Harry's forehead evaporated, but he still hadn't opened the second page. He was completely lost. Felix looked at the time, the lights were almost out, and he stood up to interrupt Harry.

At this moment, he stopped. From the magical point of view, a deep darkness poked out its tentacles, appeared very suddenly in his field of vision, and sat on Harry's forehead, as if it had always been there, but was covered by layers of fog.

Felix couldn't hide his shock. He and Dumbledore's guess became a reality. Although he didn't know the specific process, there was no doubt that Harry had a piece of Voldemort's soul hidden in him.

...

"Harry, this is a tranquilizer, drink it and go back to sleep." Felix said gently.

"Yes, Professor." Harry yawned heavily, he was so sleepy now that he just wanted to go back to bed and get a good night's sleep.

When he returned to the lounge, there were not many people left. Hermione and Ron were waiting for him. Hermione chirped and asked, "What does Professor Hepp have for you?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore asked the professor to teach me Occlumency," Harry said wearily.

"Occlumency?"

"what is that?"

Hermione and Ron spoke at the same time, but seeing Harry too sleepy to open her eyes, she quickly closed the book and said decisively, "We'll talk about it tomorrow, I finished a plan while you were away, although Some details are still unclear, but we have a general idea of ​​what the second project is going to do. Preparations must be on the agenda.”

"It's up to you, Hermione." Harry yawned again. Professor Hepp's potion worked very well. He didn't feel a headache, but was very sleepy. He got into the bedroom, put on his pajamas, and fell asleep.