Hogwarts White Knight

Somewhat unexpectedly, Professor Flitwick, who even had to step on a chair to let everyone see him, announced next, not the arrangements related to school security as he had guessed, but "elective elective courses". class".

Yes, electives.

When Hogwarts students reach their third year, in addition to the mandatory courses such as Charms and Transfiguration, they need to choose some courses that interest them, such as Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, etc.

But the elective courses mentioned by Professor Flitwick are not like that. They are specially offered courses with no restrictions on participation, grade or college. Anyone who is interested can take them. There will be no final exams for elective courses, but likewise, there will be no required class assignments.

As his first attempt at an elective course, he was responsible for teaching "Wizard's Duel". Classes will be held once a week, and the specific time will be posted three days in advance on the notice board in the common room of each college by the prefect.

Although the format of this "course" gave Gawain a strong sense of immediacy, like an enlarged version of their "Holly Club", after Professor Flitwick finished speaking, the entire auditorium suddenly fell into silence. .

No one seemed to believe it.

"You must be joking!"

I don't know if it was George or Fred who suddenly shouted loudly. After seeing Professor Flitwick shake his head in denial, this was like an introduction, and the previously suppressed voices suddenly burst out.

"Merlin! Professor Flitwick was once the champion of the Dueling Club!"

A dark-skinned fourth-year Gryffindor exclaimed, but was given "unusual and strange" looks by many lower-grade lion cubs. As members of the "Holly Club", they were very familiar with Professor Flitwick, one of their instructors.

Although members of the "Holly Club" already have similar courses, this does not mean that they are not excited.

Quite the opposite.

They appear more excited than others.

This is not only because they will be exposed to some spells that only senior students will understand, but also because in this class, they will probably have the opportunity to openly pour out the curses they have practiced for a long time on the heads of Slytherins. .

Diagonally across from Gawain, Dean and Ron have begun to intensely discuss the possibility of "how to use evil curses to teach Malfoy and the others a lesson!" Dean prefers the bat-spirit curse, while Ron thinks "Grinning" The combination of these two mantras will have a better effect.

On this topic, even Hermione had a common position with them for the first time.

"Research on the techniques of using the Iron Armor Curse when facing multiple evil curses? No, there may also be transformation spells and magic spells..."

Before noticing Gawain's strange gaze, Hermione muttered quietly, but soon she raised her eyebrows and turned her face away, as if she wanted to use this gesture to express that she actually had no interest in the elective course. .

Even though Professor Flitwick had sat down, the discussion about dueling lessons continued. During this period, the little lions sitting on the Gryffindor bench kept giving demonstrative looks to the Slytherins, and The little snakes hugged their shoulders and rolled their eyes contemptuously.

It wasn't until the storm almost completely subsided that Dumbledore stood up and announced that the dinner was over. As the senior students filed through the door of the auditorium, Gawain hesitated.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the evening to see if Professor Flitwick could add some guidance time to the Holly Club. But considering that the elective course Wizard Duel will undoubtedly take up more of his time.

"Maybe go to Snape?"

Standing in the corner of the foyer, Gawain considered the options at hand, but he couldn't find many reliable choices.

Professor Sprout was not good at duels and spells, Professor McGonagall was too busy, and as for Professor Snape... he didn't want the Holly Club he had worked so hard to establish to face a serious crisis of withdrawal overnight.

"Mr White?"

A man's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Gawain looked around, and he remembered that the person speaking was "Remus", and he was one of the new wizards who came to Hogwarts. He looked very tired, as if he had just run a marathon and had not yet recovered. His face was pale and haggard, with many wrinkles on his face, his hair was gray, and his clothes were ragged.

"Hello, Remus...Professor."

Gawain was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to call the other person "professor" or "sir".

"Just call me Lupin. Professor Dumbledore specifically mentioned you to me, saying that you might need some help from me. My office is not far from here. Maybe we can have a cup of tea and chat? "

He said very sincerely, stretched out his hand, and shook Gawain's hand.

Following Lupine, they came to the third floor. Lupine's office was the one that originally belonged to Quirrell. The entire interior still retained the country-style decoration, except that a cauldron was added to the table next to the desk. The dark brown potion inside was steaming and emitting Very pungent smell.

Although I haven’t been to

Gawain had never seen this kind of potion in Professor Snape's "training class" several times.

"Tsk."

When Lupine saw the crucible, he awkwardly took out his wand and pointed it, making it disappear along with the table below. Gawain watched with some enthusiasm. Gawain had seen Professor Dumbledore use this trick many times, but he had not learned it yet.

"This is a small trick of the disappearing spell. If you are skilled enough, you can transfer it to another place. Although you should not try to learn the disappearing spell until after the third grade, but if you are interested, William, I can also teach you some tricks.”

Noticing Gawain's curious look, Remus smiled and invited him to sit down by the fire. He himself dragged the chair out from behind the desk and sat next to Gawain.

"To be honest, when I was at Hogwarts, I never thought that one day I would be like a professor, inviting students to come to the office for tea and chat. At that time, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was still Professor Mellors. Some He’s old, but he’s a nice guy.”

Lu Ping smoothly brought two cups of hot tea from the table and handed one of them to Gawain.

"Lu...Professor Lupin, were you also a student of Hogwarts before?"

Gawain hesitated, but still did not call Lupine by his name directly, but chose a somewhat nondescript title.

"Yes." Lupine smiled and said, "Like you, I am also from Gryffindor House. But I am not as talented as you."

Gawain took a shallow sip of the hot tea, feeling the heat flow down his throat and reach his stomach.

"Professor Dumbledore is very good to me. I have always had some 'little problems' and he helped me a lot in this regard." Lupine put his right arm on the back of the chair and looked at Gawain gently and said, "He gave me I wrote a letter, inviting me to come to Hogwarts to assist him with some things, and specifically mentioned your name. This is the first time I have seen Professor Dumbledore speak so highly of a young wizard."

Gawain suddenly felt embarrassed.

He was actually a little curious about what Dumbledore said about him in the letter, but he thought about how he usually secretly talked about Dumbledore, and most of it contained no good words, so he gave up his curiosity.

"He told me about your establishment of the 'Holly Club'. This is really an idea that we have never thought of. Why don't you tell me how you came up with the design like this?"

But Lupine seemed to regard Gawain's embarrassment as feeling a little shy and encouraged him.

"This is actually somewhat inspired by Ms. Miranda Gorshak. She hopes that the research on magic can be actively communicated and shared. I just borrowed her ideas, and I am not the only one who founded the Holly Club. Arrived."

Gawain answered seriously that from the beginning, the Holly Club was not his fault alone, and in fact, he himself has always been the biggest beneficiary of the Holly Club.

"Professor Dumbledore said that you may be in need of a permanent teacher to assist. Perhaps I can help in this regard?"

Even when facing a first-year student like Gawain, Lupine's attitude was always sincere, which made him feel good about him.

"Of course that's the best!"

Gawain replied in surprise. He did not expect that Professor Dumbledore would even think of such a thing and was willing to provide assistance. He was not a fool, so he naturally would not regard Lupine's offer of help as the result of his "strong personality charm".

This kind of thing is fine for Harry, but as for him?

forget it.

The last time I went to Professor Sprout's office, before Gawain could finish explaining his needs, she, who was busy dumping a pot of plants, took a large bag of pistachios, stuffed it into his hand, and sent him away. .

Gawain quickly took out the regular activity schedule as a reference, and discussed with Lupine the activity time of the Holly Club and the content of the study. Luping did not hesitate and marked the free time he could spare on it.

Although Gawain always felt that Lupin's time was a bit strange, he didn't find anything for a while.

The seemingly simple coordination of time, communication of learning content, and letting Lu Ping roughly understand the level they had mastered actually took a lot of time. When they finally finished temporarily, the hot tea had already cooled down.

"Professor Luping, this is the basic situation."

Gawain put the notes back into his dragon skin pocket, raised his tea cup and drank it in one gulp, then got up and prepared to leave.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, his scalp felt numb and he squatted down subconsciously.

A red cursed light narrowly missed his scalp and finally landed on the ceiling. This light was very familiar to Gawain, it was Exelliarmus (Expelliarmus), but he did not expect that he would be attacked in the office.

"professor?!"

Gawain screamed and turned to look at the source of the spell.

——It was Lupin. A brown cypress wand had been held in his hand at some point and was pointing at Gawain.