Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)

“Choose wisely, you will feel quite comfortable.” Felix slashed his wand across the room and a golden path paved between them, like snowflakes swept up by the wind, with golden pellets of fine powder sprinkled down.

“Let’s do a test first.” He leaned his body against the back of the couch and looked at the golden rain curtain.

Harry also looked up, as he involuntarily fell into a misty dream state, his mind fell into a state of great relaxation, light as if he has been surrounded by warm sunshine. He felt like gold dust fluttering in midair as he became a part of them, forgetting any worries … Harry subconsciously chased after this feeling, but a voice inside faintly told him that this scene seemed familiar.

What exactly is it? If he had ever had this wonderful feeling before, he certainly would be able to remember it vividly, Harry thought drunkenly, his mind felt like a rusty old clock, and the thoughts in his head paused to rest for a while with every beat until Professor Moody’s ugly face flashed in front of his eyes. It was so sickening … that it sobered Harry, who was immersed in a sea of glee, for a moment.

How could he have thought of him? Is it because he was tortured emotionally in his class? Wait, Moody’s class? The Imperius Curse?

Harry’s heart instantly splashed with cold water, no, is directly submerged into the bottom of the black lake in December. He jolted out of this state, the gold dust that floated in front of him, piled up like a conical heap of golden glitter on the ground, which looked very beautiful.

But Harry now does not think this is something good, in addition to what he just experienced, another visual evidence is that as Professor Hap holding Valen, that little girl reached her small hand out from the gap in the professor’s arm, reaching in the direction of the gold dust.

Harry leaned his body back fearfully and felt a little sense of security when his back touched the soft couch.

“Three minutes.”

Felix picked up a pocket watch and looked at it, as he said, “That was faster than I expected, remarkable.”

Harry stammered, “I, I thought of Professor Moody …”

“I understand,” said Felix, “He does look intimidating.”

“No, it’s not Professor,” Harry said, “I didn’t think of Professor Moody simply because of his appearance …” He blinked and explained in a whisper. “He used to cast an Imperius Curse on us in class.”

“That makes sense,” Felix nodded slightly, “so you should have performed well in that class?”

Harry nodded hesitantly.

“What was that, Professor?” He watched as Professor Hap waved his wand as the ocean of gold dust and the handful of golden powder on the table disappeared at the same time.

“Some pleasant memories I’ve collected.” Felix smiled, “A number of them are from creatures in the Forbidden Forest, little creatures that can gain happiness easily – perhaps it didn’t fit your definition of happiness?”

“No, I think it’s perfect, it’s pure joy.” Harry said, with some fondness, he felt shaken by some of his own notions, and he had to remind himself that he had a brilliant memory master in front of him.

Felix said slowly: “This is my inspiration from the dementors, since the dementors can draw those happy memories, so I naturally thought, why I can not draw memories and emotions from others?”

“When you suck out the joy, you’re left with only negative pessimistic feelings, and when you suck out the arrogance and ego, you’re naturally left with only humility and humbleness… You’ll find that emotions can easily go from one extreme to the other. 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 it ought to be described as evil or creepy to be appropriate. He stole a glance at Felix, most of the time Professor Hap was gentle and friendly enough to speak like a spring, not to mention that after the Yule Ball, many girls spoke even more highly of him. But when it comes to the attitude toward some magic, the professor’s standards are simply frighteningly low.

For example, if he hadn’t had a dream the other night, he probably never would have known that Professor Hap could use Fiendfyre so skilfully …

“This will help me to learn Occlumency?” Harry asked tentatively.

“Of course, it will help, you will notice the resilience of will is particularly important in the introductory stages of your learning.”

He handed Harry a book.

“Every page on it has been enchanted by me, and in addition to what you have just seen, there are other things that will mobilize your emotions and memories, and you will need to read it while ignoring the effects of the magic attached to it. This book is somewhat dangerous, so I can’t let you take it with you. I have a schedule for this special training, you need to come over every two days during the Christmas break, and when school starts it’s every week. When you can read from the first page to the last page in one breath without any effort, it indicates that you are fully ready for the training. So that’s when we will move on to the next stage.”

Harry nodded his head to show that he understood. He took the book, which didn’t look that thick, with a plain cover that didn’t even have a title, but he would never consider it more harmless than Hagrid’s carefully selected “The Monster Book of Monsters”.

He opened the first page with anxiety, and at first glance, it looked plain, with an unfamiliar symbol drawn on it, the outer frame of which consisted of a circle of purple arc-like patterns. But when he tried to identify it, the symbol produced a strong attraction.

He examined the design, as his expression became one of the obsession as if that little symbol contains the ultimate answer to all unknown mysteries.

Felix loosened his hold, and with that Valen leaped out of his arms, running over to Harry’s couch, looking curiously at the motionless Harry, and glancing at the pattern on the book. First glance, nothing, second glance, eh? Quite good-looking, then look again …

Her eyes were getting more and more intense when Felix came over and picked her up, Valen blinked her eyes, remembering what had just happened, she yelled twice with palpitations in her heart.

“That book is not for you, someday I will create you a ‘Valen’s Wonderful Adventure’.” Felix said teasingly. Valen patted her small heart, avoiding Harry and the book in his lap by a distance, as she ran to the workbench, retrieving a gold coin from her pocket and stacking it on the table to build a castle to play with.

Valen felt that the way of building a castle with exploding cards was too dangerous, and it would be better to use gold galleons – both beautiful and safe, and after completion, the sense of accomplishment is also abundant.

Felix and Niffler both of them glanced in Harry’s direction occasionally, while a layer of sweat unknowingly seeped out of Harry’s forehead, a sign of rapid mental exertion, and Felix’s frown became deeper and deeper.

Still cannot detect any abnormalities …

Is it hidden too deeply? The realm of the soul is really full of mystery.

Time passed little by little, and the sweat on Harry’s forehead evaporated, but he still did not turn the second page, he became totally lost. Felix looked at the time, it is close to lights out, so he stood up to interrupt Harry.

It is at that moment he stopped in his tracks. In his magical perspective, he could see deep darkness poking out its tentacles and appearing very abruptly in his field of vision, coiling on Harry’s forehead, as if it had always been there, only hidden by layers of mist.

Felix could not hide the shock in his heart, his and Dumbledore’s speculation became reality, although the exact process is not known, but there is no doubt that Harry is hiding a piece of Voldemort’s soul.

…

“Harry, this is the Draught of Peace, drink it and go back to sleep now.” Felix said gently.

“Yes, Professor.” Harry yawned greatly, he felt sleepy as hell, and all he wanted to do now is go back to bed and get a good night’s sleep.

When he returned to the common room, there were not many people left inside, Hermione and Ron were waiting for him, Hermione chirped and asked, ” Why Professor Hap was looking for you?”

“Headmaster Dumbledore asked the professor to teach me Occlumency.” Harry said tiredly.

“Occlumency?”

“What’s that?”

Hermione and Ron asked simultaneously, but seeing that Harry is too sleepy to keep his eyes open, Hermione quickly closed her book and said decisively, “Well, we’ll talk tomorrow, I finished a draft plan while you were away, and although some details are still unclear, we have a general idea of what the second task is going to be. The preparations need to be on the agenda.”

“It’s your call, Hermioneee.” Harry yawned again, Professor Hap’s potion worked, he did not feel that bad anymore, just exceptionally sleepy, he went into his dorm room, changed into his pyjamas, and fell back to sleep.

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