Dueling Club!

The word spread throughout Hogwarts in just a few hours. In this special period, learning to protect oneself is simply a pain point for all young wizards.

Except for the first-year students who are still ignorant, young wizards of any other grade can shed bitter tears on this topic.

Hogwarts is unreliable!

The course originally responsible for teaching young wizards to resist danger, the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, has been very watery over the years, but you can still learn something. By this year, it has been recognized as a drama performance class.

Therefore, young wizards have a fanatical interest in the dueling club that can improve their own strength.

Seamus Finnigan looked excited, "They finally thought of starting a dueling club! They should have done this long ago."

"Which professor is teaching?" Ron squeezed through the crowded crowd, his eyes constantly searching on the parchment, as if he wanted to circle the names of one or two professors.

A Ravenclaw girl next to him said, "It's not written, but I hope it's Professor Flitwick. He was a dueling champion when he was young."

"Professor Happ is better." Ron quickly retorted. Ever since the trip to the Forbidden Forest that night, he was mysteriously confident in Professor Happ's strength and thought he could beat Snape. It's hard to say about Headmaster Dumbledore, but at least it's a 50-50 chance.

Harry subconsciously wanted to nod, but when he glanced at the girl who was talking, he stopped involuntarily.

Qiu Zhang noticed Harry's eyes and smiled at him friendly. Harry felt his breathing stagnate.

"What do you think, Harry?" Ron asked.

"What?"

Harry was hit by Ron's elbow on the ribs, but it didn't hurt at all. He said vaguely, "Oh, yes, you are right..."

The little wizards talked a lot and asked each other for their opinions.

"The first meeting is tonight. Will you go, man?"

"I'm not opposed to taking some dueling lessons. It might come in handy someday."

"I think we can use it right now."

"Do they think they'll be dueling with the Slytherin monster?" Ron grumbled, but he also read the notice with interest. "Harry, what do you think?"

"That girl is really... what did you say?" Harry suddenly realized.

Ron looked at him with suspicion.

"Duel, yes, of course I'll go." Harry concentrated on reading the words on the parchment this time.

By dinner time, most of the table was filled with news about the dueling club. Someone swore that at least three professors would be responsible for the operation of the entire club, and they would present a high-level, unlimited duel. It was

said to be very wild.

The name Felix Hep appeared again in the mouths of many girls. The story of his public challenge to a pure-blood family in the fifth grade was becoming more and more outrageous.

From the original "calm and unrestrained, neither humble nor arrogant" to the later "sad and helpless, fighting to the death", Professor Hep's personal image has also changed from a cold and powerful genius wizard to a tragic figure waving his wand and rushing towards the spinning windmill.

Many junior witches who have never met Felix held doll-like magic puppets in their arms, their eyes full of sympathetic tears.

"What they said is too outrageous." Ron said dissatisfiedly, constantly poking a piece of potato with a fork. It simply destroyed the powerful image of Professor Hep in his heart.

He turned his head, trying to seek recognition, but saw that Hermione's eyes were also covered with a layer of mist.

"He really suffered too much, in that era..." The little witch said very emotionally.

"Who? Professor Hep?" Ron's head was full of question marks. Are we talking about the same person?

Harry ate his dinner in silence, except for occasionally looking up and looking around, he didn't say a word during the whole process.

"Harry, you're not right." Ron said.

"I'm fine."

"Something's wrong since you came back," Ron leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Did you hear that voice again?"

"No, I'm done eating, see you in the common room." Harry left quickly.

Halfway through, Harry gently hit his head. What happened to him?

But he heard her friend call her name, Qiu Zhang, so nice...

After a while, Ron came back alone.

"Where's Hermione?"

"I don't know, she said she had something to do and left first, so we waited for her in the hall." Ron shrugged, "By the way, if Professor Hep comes to teach us, what will he teach?"

This topic attracted Harry's attention. He quickly went through the scenes when Professor Hep cast spells. The most impressive one was indeed the one in the Forbidden Forest.

He expressed his opinion to Ron.

"Harry, that magic is too advanced," Ron looked around and said to him mysteriously, "I asked Fred - no, I didn't tell anyone that it was Professor Hep," seeing Harry wanted to say something, he quickly added.

They were all asked by Professor Hep to keep it secret and not to tell what happened that night.

"Apparition is a very dangerous magic. We can't learn it until we are adults at least."

"Apparition - what?"

"Apparition, it can make you disappear from one place and appear in another place at the same time."

Harry quickly remembered the name of this magic. Professor Happ's performance in the Forbidden Forest that night gave him a great shock, but he thought it was the professor's exclusive magic at the time.

"Moreover, I have learned indirectly that this magic is used to travel quickly. Few people can use it repeatedly in a short period of time. If you are not careful, it will result in separation."

"Separation?"

"For example, your head flies away, but your body remains in the same place." Ron explained slightly exaggeratedly, "Not to mention, you have to cast the spell while moving. To be honest, when I told Fred about it, he thought I was joking."

Harry ignored the danger Ron mentioned and looked fascinated.

...

Ancient Rune Office.

"Are you talking about the Dueling Club?" Felix asked with interest.

"Yes, it's posted on the notice board. It's in the auditorium at 8 o'clock tonight. Professor, don't you know?"

Felix shook his head.

Hermione looked very disappointed.

Then she said goodbye. After a few steps, she suddenly turned around, clenched her fists, and encouraged him with a red face, "Professor, we all think you are a very good wizard. I read a sentence in a book: the suffering of youth is nothing, it will only become your motivation to move forward. Life is still long, come on!"

Felix looked at her running away with a question mark on his face.