Mana surged out, and flames swept up Harry and Dumbledore.

Smack.

They disappeared into the office.

The next moment they appeared in a clearing, Hogwarts Castle loomed in the distance, and they were taken to the clearing southwest of the Black Lake, where it meets the Forbidden Forest.

Skirting most of the Black Lake and passing Hagrid's Cottage, few students come here.

Fawkes landed on Harry's head and let out a few cries.

Sorting Hat Translator: "She said she wanted Hedwig's rations as payment."

"Then you'll have to go to Hedwig." Harry raised his hand and touched its head.

Fawkes immediately flew away.

"I rarely see Fox like that." Dumbledore was a little surprised, "It doesn't even like cockroach piles." ”

Harry looked at him strangely, "Professor, are you serious?" It's normal for Fox to dislike it, and even Crook Hill doesn't like cockroach piles. ”

"But the cockroach pile is Duke Honey's best-selling product." Dumbledore argued.

"In the whole Gryffindor, the one who buys the most cockroaches is Lee Jordan." Harry argued with him, "He's said more than once that this thing should be in Jokowi's joke shop, not the candy store. ”

Dumbledore disagreed: "Jordan? That little mischievous guy second only to the Weasley brothers? He can't be trusted, he likes to deceive people the most. ”

"I don't want to talk to you about cockroach piles." Seeing that Dumbledore's face was serious and began to have the feeling of seeing Ron with a broomstick, Harry shook his head expressionlessly, interrupting this trend, "Let's start today's lesson." ”

Dumbledore paused, his throat stuck in the army, and after a while, he came back to his senses and said softly, "Then let's start today's lesson."

Harry nodded.

This was his second pact with Dumbledore, to learn the technique of using magic that was not his own.

Dumbledore flicked his wand.

The water in the Black Lake is turbulent, rising high and cascading down like a waterfall.

There was even a flustered mermaid inside, but he didn't come up one by one to breathe, what's going on?

"Clear water is like a spring." Harry said the incantation he hadn't.

Dumbledore nodded, "That's right, it's indeed this spell, but with a few small spell-casting skills."

"Magic, everywhere."

As he spoke, he paused slightly, and waved his wand vigorously.

Water, flames, dirt, and breezes flow around you.

"There's magic in everything you want."

"As long as you don't want to, there's no magic in everything."

As he said this, everything just now seemed to be an illusion, the wind stopped blowing, the earth poured back to the earth, the flames and the water flowed, but not a single vapor could rise. )

"Like the Patronus Charm, he can use it if he wants to?" Harry was stuck in his throat.

Dumbledore nodded, "That's right."

Harry looked down at his wand, "But Snape... The professor also had to take potions. ”

"The theory is the same." Dumbledore patiently explained, "The magic of potions also comes from faith. ”

Harry didn't quite understand.

Magic, is that such a thing that slaps the head and melons?

Because I want to, so it can be achieved?

"Actually, haven't you already succeeded?" Dumbledore whispered.

Harry was stunned, then looked up at Dumbledore, a little puzzled.

Dumbledore followed Harry's example and made a nondescript handprint: "It's your gesture magic."

Harry was stunned.

He raised his hand and made a handprint.

Igna!

The flames spewed forward, splashing onto the surface of the black lake, stirring up a burst of ethereal steam.

"This is it." Dumbledore nodded, "Xu has already mastered the power before he even started to learn magic. ”

Harry looked at his hands, lost in thought.

After a while, try waving your wand and force yourself to think that you can use your magic.

But it didn't work.

A stream of clear water erupted from the tip of the wand, and it didn't create such a grandiose and huge landscape as it had just done.

"You have to think about change from the bottom of your heart." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Harry closed his eyes, intending to adjust his mindset and find the feeling of releasing the Patronus Charm.

Dumbledore continued, "This spell-casting technique is not the same as the Patronus Charm, and there is a spell that can help you find this feeling."

Harry looked at him.

"Weather Spell." Dumbledore raised his wand, "A series of spells that can change the heavens." ”

He waved it slightly.

"Wind!"

A breeze surged, but unlike the Whirlwind Spell and the Hurricane Spell, this wind did not come out of the wand, but from the north, whistling and blowing naturally.

"Summoning the rain!"

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Click, click, click, one

The raindrops fell, and there was an exclamation from the other side of the black lake, no one expected that in this kind of weather, it would rain, and the water droplets fell, and soon became ice.

"Summoning thunder."

He waved his wand again.

Dark clouds rolled in, and a huge lightning bolt shattered the night, and quickly dissipated in an instant.

"Falling snow."

With a wave of his wand one last time, the rain turned into snowflakes and fell lightly.

Harry stared at Dumbledore in surprise.

Wind and rain, thunder, snowflakes ·

These were natural weather, he didn't feel any magic in the raindrops, snowflakes, or breezes, only when the spell was cast, he felt it from Dumbledore, which was not a huge flow of magic.

"It's not a hard spell." Dumbledore broke down a series of spells from the Weather Charm and introduced it to Harry, "But it's even harder to master than the Patronus Charm. ”

"Many people don't have such strong determination and belief, and they all choose to retreat in the face of celestial phenomena."

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the sky cleared.

Harry raised his wand.

Like Dumbledore, say the incantation: "Whew!" blade

The magic is surging.

With a pop, a puff of air sprayed on Dumbledore's face, ruffling his beard and hair.

Dumbledore froze.

"I'm sorry." Harry was expressionless, "I didn't mean to. ”

Dumbledore threw a shot in his face and cleaned it up, "Harry, it might be better if you don't apologize."

Harry continued to experiment with spells.

This spell was no more difficult than the Patronus Charm, and under Dumbledore's teaching, he quickly mastered this series of spells, but he couldn't do it yet.

He can also only affect a small part of the area.

From the Ravenclaw Tower, to the area where I sat in this clearing and spread a little further into the Forbidden Forest.

The wind was not strong enough, the rain and snow were suffocating, and the thunderclouds were summoned only once.

However, Harry had felt the effects of the Weather Charm, the magic that was free from his body, ready to move, and wanted to be at his disposal.

Until the moon rises in the sky.

An elf snapped and whispered, "Headmaster Dumbledore, it's curfew."

"Looks like we're going to have to rest." With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore stopped all weather.

Harry tentatively spoke, "Two more hours?"

"I have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow." Dumbledore immediately refused, "You can spare me, the old man, but without you, no, I didn't have as much energy as you when I was young." ”

Harry sighed.

"Fawkes." Dumbledore called out into the air.

No bird responded to him.

Dumbledore looked regretful, "Looks like we're going to have to go back."

Harry stared straight at the house-elf, "If you have that idea, just say it, there's no need to be so secretive about me."

Dumbledore coughed, and with a wave of his wand, a dead tree on the edge of the lake twisted into a small boat: "Get on board."

"Let me enjoy the feeling of the year again."

Harry got on board with him, and when there was no wind, the boat sailed on its own and drifted to the opposite shore.

"Harry, how do you plan for the future?" Dumbledore asked.

Without hesitation, Harry replied, "Find out about Snape and my mother."

Dumbledore's face froze, and he twisted his head to the side in some unnatural fashion.

"Looks like you know." Harry's tone was calm, "I asked my uncle and godfather the other day, and they didn't know about these things.

Dumbledore remained silent.

"It has something to do with why he betrayed Voldemort?" Harry threw out a not-so-sensitive question.

A slight breeze echoed his words.

"It also has something to do with my mother's death." Harry asked in the affirmative.

Dumbledore didn't see any other expression on his face, he turned his head, "I'm sorry, Harry, this is my agreement with Severus, I can't say anything."

"But you have to believe it, Severus he absolutely ..."

Harry stared straight into Dumbledore's eyes: "I can absolutely trust him, but the cause of my father's and mother's death can't be so unclear."

Dumbledore sighed, "Don't use the Dementor on me."

"Maybe it will make it?" Harry shrugged.

"One day, Severus will tell you." Dumbledore tilted his head away, "Don't talk about that, Harry, you can try to slow down a bit. ”

"You're only thirteen years old now, and you're living as tired as I do."

Harry looked at the thick layer of snow on the edge of the lake, "Senior Tom is coming back to life."

"I'm not dead yet." Dumbledore shook his head, "I could have stopped him for a few more years for you." ”

"The life of the enemy is the greatest torment for me." Harry waved his wand, fished out a fish, turned it into a cat, and held it in his hand.

"Tell us about the more long-term ideals?" Dumbledore continued, "Are you smart and perceptive, and want to go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"I remember Weasley, Percy Weasley's dream to be the Minister of Magic."

"You're better than him, and you have better conditions."

Harry looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Albus, are you afraid that I will become like Tom?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then fished out a fish and turned into a bird: "You're still so sharp, well, I'm a little worried."

"After all, anger destroys a person."