"Potter, wake up! Potter..."

Harry slowly opened his eyes. The light of the torch was a little dazzling, making Professor Hep's shadow a little blurry.

For a moment, his expression was a little dazed.

He got up from the ground and adjusted his glasses, "What's wrong with me?"

"Fatigue and exhaustion are normal phenomena." Felix looked at him, "Let's stop here today. Let's go upstairs to eat something. I also need to make a special training plan for you."

Harry felt very uncomfortable, his limbs were weak, and his whole body was light.

He staggered up the stairs behind Felix, and his stomach was churning. It was not

until he drank a large glass of juice and ate two pies that he felt alive again and was in the mood to think about some problems.

"Professor, you said this phenomenon is normal. Do you have similar experiences? Also, you told me that the period after the magic riot is very suitable for practicing spells, and this is your personal experience..."

Harry's speech slowed down. He thought of Hermione's emotional sympathy for Professor Hep.

The background at that time was that the news of the dueling club was released, and the topic of discussion for everyone revolved around the word "duel". Professor Happ's "glorious experience" was once again brought up and talked about, but the boys all wanted to take his place, and the little witches looked admiring or sympathetic to his unfair treatment at school.

And Hermione was one of them.

Harry couldn't understand her thinking at the time, but now, he suddenly understood a little.

In response to his question, Felix said briefly: "Indeed..."

Indeed what? When Harry lay in his own bed, he was still thinking about this question.

The next morning, Harry was awakened by Dobby's knock on the door. He opened the door in a daze, and the elf handed him toiletries respectfully, and Professor Happ stood next to him.

"Hurry up, Potter, we have a heavy task today."

Harry felt a novel experience, and a similar feeling was when he was a guest at the Burrow and was awakened by Mrs. Weasley. Few adults intervened in his life to remind him to pay attention to brushing teeth-if you don't count the angry roars of the Dursleys.

They stayed in the basement for the whole morning, and he kept casting the Disarming Charm. In Professor Hep's words, "We need to maximize our benefits. You will find that when you are a student, one trick is enough to get you anywhere."

He felt like he was about to vomit, but Professor Hep never tired of pointing out his mistakes and spent a lot of time explaining the advanced techniques of this spell.

"You have to imagine yourself as a duelist or a new Auror. Your magic is very active, you can feel it, mobilize it, and thus control it, so that the magic will come out all at once." Felix said, and he cast a Super Sensing Charm on Harry.

"At the same time, this is a good time to learn the silent casting of the Disarming Charm."

"As for the magic theory part, I will only explain the most relevant to the Disarming Charm. It may not be useful for you to learn other spells, but we have to speed up the time. I want to see how far you can reach."

Harry found that when he was in the basement, Professor Hep always seemed unkind. He would wake him up again and again when he fell to the ground, without even a second's delay. But after special training, he would take him to Florin's Cold Drink Shop, or stand with him outside the window of the Quidditch Broom Boutique Store, staring at the latest Firebolt samples in a daze.

Of course, Harry guessed that Professor Hep's mind must not have anything to do with brooms, because once again, after being in a daze for two minutes, he asked himself when he used the Disarming Charm, "Do you feel a sense of relief? It's like you were born to know this spell."

His answer was a bit sloppy at the time. He couldn't remember whether it was "a bit similar" or "that's it" without any modesty.

They also met Neville Longbottom, his classmate, a round-faced boy who loved to forget things. He followed his grandmother, who looked scary, holding a big red handbag in one hand, and was scolding Neville.

Harry wanted to run away, because he had used Neville's name when he was riding the Knight Bus, and he hoped that Neville's grandmother would never find out.

But Neville saw Harry and waved at him excitedly: "Harry, Harry! It's great to meet you, I lost the book list."

Harry quickly borrowed a piece of parchment from Professor Hep and wrote the name of the new textbook on it.

"Ah, you are Harry Potter, right? Neville has mentioned you to me, a good boy with great talent. You taught him the Disarming Spell, and he said you learned it very quickly, unlike him..." Neville's grandmother tightly grasped her handbag, her eyebrows knitted together, "This child did not inherit his parents' talent. I was worried before he received the notice,"

Neville looked at Harry secretly with a bitter face. Harry did not dare to speak. The old woman was really intimidating, but what he did not expect was that Professor Hep, who was silent at the side, said, "Neville Longbottom, I saw you on the course selection list, and I am glad that you will choose my class."

"Are you a professor at Hogwarts?" Neville's grandmother asked.

"Felix Hep, I teach ancient runes, ma'am."

"I have heard of your name, Mr. Hep, and I admire your courage very much. Not everyone dares to face a despicable pure-blood family," she pointed at Neville proudly, "Just like his parents, in the war years, they have always stood at the forefront of resisting Voldemort's rule, even if they were tortured by some scum..." She

wiped her eyes and left with Neville.

Neville mouthed to Harry: See you on the train. Then, he was dragged away.

"What happened to Neville's parents?" Harry asked, looking at his back.

Felix replied: "I'm not sure either. They must have died in the battle with the Death Eaters."

...

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Professor Hep showed him a thick stack of tables.

"Are these the data of my practice of the Disarming Charm?" Harry pointed at the thick parchment in surprise.

"No need to make a fuss. Let me tell you a secret. I am so successful in the Muggle world because of this!" Felix said jokingly.

Harry looked at the curve above. With ten spells as a unit, his progress was not obvious, but if it was a hundred spells as a unit, his progress was a bit unbelievable.

"Interesting, isn't it? No one has ever studied this." Felix said in a brisk tone.

"Professor Hep, my Disarming Charm has reached level four?" Harry looked at the notes on the parchment and couldn't help but widen his eyes. It seemed that it was the level of Aurors after working for a few years.

"Ah, you still remember its division?" Felix said, "To some extent, it does meet this requirement. You can flexibly control the power of the Disarming Spell and perform more delicate operations, such as drawing an arc, casting silently, etc..."

Harry was in a happy mood as if he had eaten ten strawberry ice creams in a row, and he was full of joy from head to toe. But Professor Hepp soon poured a bucket of cold water on him -

"There is only this one spell, Potter. If you want to go deeper in the field of dueling, you must consider establishing your own fighting style in time."

"Fighting style?"

"For example, which spell is the core -"

"Disarming Spell!" Harry said without hesitation.

"...Don't make a decision easily. In addition, there is also a matching spell system, such as: what spells do you use for defense, what spells do you use for attack; which spells are used to contain the opponent, and which are used to deal with difficult problems. You have to think clearly about these."

"Not to mention the battle pace, on-the-spot judgment, plan rehearsal, etc."

"Of course, there is also targeted knowledge. Well, maybe I am asking too much of you. This has exceeded the level of ordinary Aurors."

Harry excitedly took a notebook to write it down: "It doesn't matter, you can try to be more comprehensive." He suddenly had an idea and imitated Hermione's tone and said: "Professor, I actually want to write a related paper!"

"...Very good, I will read it."

In the few days before school started, Professor Hepp did not let him continue to release the disarming spell - this made him feel relieved, and he finally came into contact with the second spell.

"Potter-"

"Professor, you can call me Harry." Harry said a little nervously. He practiced in front of the mirror several times in the morning just to say this sentence.

After a moment of silence on the other side, just when he was a little annoyed at his recklessness, Felix said, "Okay, Harry, I'll call you that in private."

"It's hard to improve your Disarming Charm in a short period of time, even with my full support -" "

Professor, I'm very satisfied." Harry said contentedly. He had undergone a drastic change. At least he thought that beating Malfoy and his two followers was not a problem.

He saw Professor Hep smiling at him, "I also got the test data I wanted, and the activity of your magic is gradually returning to normal. I have tried my best to prolong this process, but unfortunately, I can't violate the objective laws."

"In the next one or two days, we will intensively study some spells, and the effect will be three to five times faster than usual."

Harry nodded hurriedly.