Study Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 1478 Progress

 After the effect of the elixir completely disappeared, Harry felt empty in his heart, and the sudden loss of power was really terrible.

 Even if Harry tried his best to control the devil's flame in front of him according to Albert's guidance, he still couldn't stop it from getting out of control.

Looking at the gradually expanding demonic flames in front of him, Harry's heart was roaring, but he never had the thought of turning around and escaping. He was still trying to control the demonic flames in front of him to squeeze out his potential.

Harry trusted Albert and believed that he would ensure his safety.

 He ​​also knew very well that his time was running out, especially after the elixir expired, and the insight he had gained from controlling the devil's flame through the elixir would soon fade completely.

 He must seize the opportunity to get the maximum benefit and not waste the elixir he just took.

Even though the Devil's Flame showed no obvious signs of being controlled by anyone, at that moment, several people present could clearly feel that the Devil's Flame had stopped for a moment, something Harry had not been able to do before.

When the devil's flame spread rapidly and was about to engulf Harry, the devil's flame began to shrink like a deflated balloon. In the blink of an eye, it was compressed by an invisible force into a wisp of black candlelight, which looked safe and harmless. Harmful.

"Very good, it seems that you have gained nothing. Remember the feeling just now, you are one step closer to mastering the Fire Curse." Albert patted Harry's shoulder encouragingly and said something Words of comfort.

Although Harry didn't look comforted at all, he was panting and staring at the devil's flame as big as a candle in front of him, feeling a deep sense of frustration in his heart.

Harry longed to become stronger, to be as powerful as using the Felixir, instead of being as powerless as he was now, which felt really bad.

 “Okay, it’s your turn.”

Albert looked sideways at Hermione and Ron, poured out another golden pill from the medicine bottle, and asked, "Who comes first."

"I."

Ron took the initiative to stand up with his hand raised, took the elixir pills handed over by Albert, and began to practice his ability to break curses through the devil's flame.

He didn't know whether it was because he had no talent or because Ron hadn't paid much attention to breaking the curse at all. The young Weasley's performance in this area was so bad that Albert couldn't help but wonder whether he had practiced seriously before. The undoing of the fire curse.

 Otherwise, you shouldn’t still have such a stretched crotch after taking Felixir.

For this reason, Ron lowered his head in shame, making Albert wonder whether he had taken a fake Felixir.

 Hermione, on the other hand, is quite good at resolving curses.

Not only was it possible to successfully eliminate the devil's flame summoned by Harry with the help of the elixir, but even after the effect of the elixir disappeared, the devil's flame could still be slightly weakened by removing the curse.

If Hermione's power was stronger, there would be nothing wrong with Harry and Ron.

But Albert had no intention of teaching Hermione the Fire Curse from the beginning. The three people's division of labor and cooperation had a higher error tolerance rate, especially when performing important tasks. Successfully completing the task and surviving were more important than anything else.

 Hermione's success made Ron very depressed.

 Because with Hermione for comparison, no matter how you look at it, it looks like Ron is slacking off. Even Harry and Hermione cast complicated looks at him. Ron's performance was really bad.

"If I can do it a few more times, I should be able to get the hang of it." Harry changed the subject. "That's impossible. We don't have any extra elixirs for everyone to practice."

"Albert is definitely not short of Felixir. He can brew Felixir himself." Harry didn't believe that Felixir could stump Albert. At most, it would take more time.

To be honest, Harry has never been more hungry for power than he is now.

"Don't be silly Harry, unless you really want to experience the after effects of Felixir."

Hermione felt that Harry was looking at things too simply. It was too difficult and took too long to brew the elixir. It was impossible for them to squander it at will, especially the decisive battle that Albert had mentioned before. It was approaching, and even she could clearly feel the urgency of time.

"Ron, are you okay?" Harry looked at his friend uneasily.

 “I feel like a waste.”

 Ron has been feeling depressed since just now, especially when he found out that his friend had moved on a long distance and he was still where he was, which made him feel extremely inferior and depressed.

 It turns out that he is the only one who is not making progress and is standing still!

It’s not that Ron didn’t work hard, it’s just that his efforts were not worth mentioning compared with Harry and Hermione’s efforts.

 In the final analysis, he just made a mistake, that is, he pinned most of his hopes on the elixir. I originally thought that after taking the Felicity Potion, I would be able to gain the power to lift the devil's flame with the help of the potion, but the result was a huge deviation from what I expected.

"You're just not good at resolving curses. Everyone has their own things they are good at and not good at." Harry comforted him.

These comforting words obviously couldn't cheer up Ron, but instead made him hang his head in shame.

Ron has truly realized the gap between himself and his two friends. As Albert said, this is a gap in belief. From the beginning to the end, he never thought that he would have to give everything to defeat the mysterious man. psychological preparation.

However, Ron was not depressed for long. When they returned to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, they learned a surprising piece of news from Sirius: the mysterious man was likely to control the International Federation of Wizards.

This kind of thing is simply unimaginable.

"That's the International Federation of Wizards. How could countries allow such an important organization to be controlled by a mysterious person?" Hermione was still a little reluctant to believe that countries would allow their authority to be compromised.

 “If it’s damaged, just find an excuse afterwards.”

Percy, who has been the minister's assistant for a long time, knows the tricks better than most wizards.

"In fact, there are not many ordinary wizards who pay attention to the International Federation of Wizards. The only people who really care are their own people, and they have the final say on what to do." Shocking words kept coming out of Percy's mouth, "I I suspect they did that intentionally for the purpose of..."

"To find an excuse to withdraw from this **** wizard war." Moody saw it clearly.

"After all, Babajide, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, suddenly disappeared." Sirius laughed at himself, "Now that there is no evidence to prove that Voldemort has controlled the association, Babajide will probably take the final blame. Who will Let him suddenly disappear. As for how to compile it, believe me, they are very good at this."

 (End of this chapter)