A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

The next day, in a classroom marked as the "Frontline Outlook Club," Harry, Ron, and Hermione laid out cushions and wooden targets on the floor, things they might need later.

The door swung open, and Fred and George swaggered in. "What brings you guys here today?"

"Professor Heidestrand is coming," Harry said.

The twins perked up, glancing at Harry. "Interested in seeing my guardian spirit, I suppose, and maybe offering us some guidance," Harry shrugged.

"Cool!" Fred exclaimed.

They joined in, and by the time Ginny and Luna arrived, the classroom had filled up. Ron and Neville were moving a large wooden crate filled with various spellbooks and training props.

"I'll help," Anthony Goldstein from Ravenclaw shouted, pointing his wand at the crate. "Stop!" Neville exclaimed, startled, but the incantation had already slipped out. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The crate jerked, catching Ron's hand, and one corner crashed onto his foot, causing him to cry out in pain. Then, slowly, the crate began to float, wobbling like a drunk, rising higher until it reached the ceiling, over ten feet high.

"You need to learn to control it," Harry ran over, looking up for a few seconds.

"Sorry! It's my first time handling something this big," Anthony said with a mournful face.

"Size doesn't matter," Harry yelled into his ear. "You need to control your spells."

"Spells?" Anthony looked confused.

"Yes, you're doing well. Look! You got the crate up to the ceiling. Now, I need you to bring it back down," Harry instructed, the people around watching anxiously while Hermione muttered under her breath.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked, hopping on one foot, Neville supporting him.

"Preparing a Cushioning Charm, just in case," Hermione said swiftly. "Oh, but it seems unnecessary now."

The large crate descended slowly, Anthony collapsed on the ground, sweating and panting. Harry helped him up. "Not bad."

"Thanks," Anthony muttered, surrounded by applause.

A voice appeared at the door, "A very impressive lesson. If this were a class, I'd consider giving you twenty extra points," Felix smiled.

Members of the Frontline Outlook Club gathered around. "Professor, what are you planning to teach us?" Fred teased.

"How about delving into the ancient magic hidden behind the twelve protective charms?" Lee Jordan suggested. "The demonstration last time was too short."

Felix wanted to keep his memory to himself, but he had to play along with the mischief of his memory. "Last time was just an introduction to pique your curiosity—I hope to give students more time to explore on their own... As for teaching, let's leave it as a mystery, something to unveil at the end of the school year, much like Lumos. I'm just here to observe today. Potter, I'm quite interested in your altered guardian spirit."

"Okay," Harry said.

This had been arranged long ago; the professor had promised to visit after the Christmas holidays, but it was delayed until now. Harry gathered his emotions, "Expecto Patronum!" he whispered, and a silver stag leaped out of his wand, prancing around them.

Harry handled this magic very well. He saw Professor Heidestrand nod slightly, which excited him. He maintained the Patronus spell while extending his other hand, seemingly tracing an invisible pattern in the air, shining brightly.

In the blink of an eye, the symbols transformed into a purple mist with faint golden glints.

Harry raised his head, and the airborne silver stag galloped toward him. Instead of evading, he extended his hand, as if preparing to touch the Patronus's antlers. Then, the purple mist merged with the Patronus, like ink dropped into clear water. The blurred outline of the Patronus became clear, its hooves hitting the ground with a resounding thud.

Felix clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Have you tested its power?" he asked.

Confused, Harry scratched his head. There weren't any Dementors around now. When he saw Professor Heidestrand glance at the wooden target, he instantly understood. "Go ahead," Harry said. The stag gently nudged his hand with its large antlers, then turned and charged at the target, knocking it down with a bang.

The Patronus's horn, glowing purple, dimmed, seemingly turning back into an indistinct light. Harry attempted to control the spell, and the stag's form stabilized once more.

"Professor, it has another form," Harry said, pointing his wand at the stag. The purple mist on the Patronus faded away, and the stag's size quickly expanded, about two or three times larger. "Um, it just got bigger, but I don't know what use that serves," he muttered sheepishly.

"It will have its use," Felix said. "Have you tried other runes?"

"I tried 'Serenity' and 'Passion,' but they didn't work well; they conflicted with the Patronus charm," Harry admitted.

"Odd." Felix looked surprised. "I tried it myself without any issues."

"Professor, you tried it too? And it worked?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah," Felix opened his hand, and a silver swallow materialized in the air, perching on his shoulder. He then produced two runes, handing them to the swallow's beak. It swallowed one green symbol, and the silver glow took on a faint green hue.

A faint halo spread, and people immediately felt extraordinarily calm, lazy but with sharp awareness. Then the swallow swallowed another crimson rune, its body surrounded by a thin flame, letting out a loud cry, and a ring of light expanded.

The calm mood was immediately shattered. Fred and George, who were nearby, clenched their fists, their expressions excited. "Fred, I have a great idea! How about inviting Peeves to join our club?" George exclaimed.

"I can't wait!" Fred enthusiastically responded, and the two stepped out.

Harry also felt odd; his enthusiasm for Quidditch returned, and now he just wanted to soar on a broom in the sky, maybe with Ginny? Wild thoughts ran through his mind, then his Occlumency kicked in, cooling his brain. He instinctively grabbed the most reactive twins.

"Professor?" he called out urgently.

"I know."

Felix lifted the magic, surveying the room. Most people's heads felt as if they'd been punched but were gradually coming to, though still dazed.

"Sorry, didn't expect such a big reaction. Keep practicing; don't mind me. I'll figure out what happened on my own," Felix sat on a large crate in the corner, pondering the situation.

Harry shook his head, blocking out the adverse effects with Occlumency. He clapped, drawing everyone's attention. "Today, let's continue practicing the Patronus Charm. I know it's been a while, and you might be a bit rusty—"

"Nonsense! I'm feeling fantastic right now!" Ernie Macmillan loudly interrupted.

Before Harry could continue, Ernie started waving his wand, fully focused and zealous. Harry suddenly realized that these people might be influenced by the 'Passion' rune, amplifying emotions with the help of Felix's spell.

Harry sighed, "Alright, practice it your way, but be careful not to hurt yourselves."

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