In the following days, Howl proved that his choice was correct.
"Not enough! Not enough!"
In the mist, Howl dodged a sudden stab.
"If you want to use this fighting style, your casting needs to be faster!"
Saying that, he aimed at where the spell sounded and fired a Diffindo directly, and the next moment, the Little witch's scream rang out.
The battle ended.
He raised his hand again, and the mist dispersed.
Hermione lay miserably on the ground, her right arm, bloody from shoulder to hand, hung like a rag doll.
At the same time, Harry quickly pulled out dittany and handed it to Hermione, helping her treat her injuries.
Hermione smiled helplessly: "It's too difficult, too difficult."
"This is normal, you'll get used to it."
"I think… I should be used to it by now." Hermione smiled, then looked at Howl with some disappointment.
"Mr. Jones, I seem to… always fail to find a fighting style that suits me."
Yes, in these days, the fighting styles she had constructed the night before were always easily resolved by Howl.
Even today's method, which she was extremely satisfied with, was casually broken by Howl.
This made the Little witch feel very frustrated.
Looking at the pale little girl, who was gritting her teeth and treating her injuries, yet still managed to speak clearly, he nodded in satisfaction and affirmed: "Today's approach is fine."
"Is it?" Hermione looked troubled.
"Changing the environment to interfere with the enemy can indeed give you flexibility in battle.
However, using mist, while it can deprive the opponent of vision, doesn't put you in a much better position, unless you can add some unique properties to your mist, such as soundproofing, corrosive mist, or panic-inducing effects."
"Can that be done?"
"It can be done if your skill is high enough." Howl smiled: "So I recommend you might not use mist. We have other options, such as lightning, rain curtains, etc. Weather spells are indeed very suitable as cornerstone spells for a controller."
"Controller?" Hermione looked at Howl in confusion.
"Yes, a controller. It's a type of Wizard combat style. Just like Harry, holding a sword in one hand and a wand in the other, it has a unique and distinct style.
The reason you felt it wasn't good enough just now is actually because this fighting style, when immature, is quite disadvantageous in one-on-one duels. Because it can't completely fix the advantage, and it might even turn an advantage into a disadvantage due to the opponent's actions.
But in multi-on-multi battles, a controller has a core position far superior to ordinary Wizards."
Howl looked at Hermione, who had stood up again, and suddenly felt that this fighting style might really suit her. The proficient mastery of various complex spells is one of the basic skills of a control-type Wizard.
"You can try to explore this direction, but the decision is yours."
The future is uncertain; he always only encouraged and recommended, never making decisions for others.
"Okay." Hermione nodded, and with Harry's help, she bandaged her hand and hung it across her chest.
She had spent most of this time like this.
Harry stood up, stretched his wrists, and turned around: "Uncle Howl, I want to try too."
Looking at the high-spirited Harry, Howl nodded.
About ten minutes later, Harry was carried back into Moonlight Fortress by Hermione.
Soon, the last day of the holiday passed.
The next day, Chris arrived early at Privet Drive to pick up the two children.
In the car, they poked their heads out to bid farewell to Howl, then set off.
"How do you feel about this period of special training?" Chris asked, then saw Hermione shiver through the rearview mirror.
"It doesn't look so wonderful."
"It's not." Hermione smiled: "But I gained a lot!"
"It's a good thing to gain something. Alright. I need to drive faster. When we get to London, we can still grab some breakfast and buy some things to take to school." Chris said.
On the other side, after Howl closed the door, he went inside to change his clothes.
A moment later, he came downstairs, turned the doorknob,
The usual path was covered with a thick layer of snow, and on the vast white ground, faint, almost imperceptible animal tracks could be seen.
"Hmph."
His breath turned into white mist in the air. Putting on his hat, he strode directly towards Hogwarts.
Under his feet, the snowflakes made way for him, and the biting cold wind of winter paused around him, only to resume its journey south after he had left.
Before long, he arrived at the school. As he walked to the third-floor staircase, he heard Fred and George talking.
"Damn it, I'm never going to the prefects' bathroom again."
"No, who on earth let her out?"
"I heard it was Cedric."
"That's too perverted. No, I want to go ask him what he was thinking."
Just as they were speaking, they ran into Howl.
"Oh, Professor, Merry Christmas." Fred said, George followed closely.
"Merry Christmas." Howl nodded: "What were you two just talking about?"
"We were talking about Myrtle. She came out of the second-floor girls' bathroom."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
George nodded awkwardly: "Yes, if her destination wasn't the fifth-floor boys' prefects' bathroom."
"This is an invasion, it's sexual harassment, oh my goodness. Why doesn't Hogwarts have a rule prohibiting female ghosts from harassing male students?"
Howl also felt a bit embarrassed. This… Myrtle is playing such a big game?
"I asked Cedric to let Myrtle out, so you two settle down." Howl said: "As for why she went to the boys' bathroom, you two aren't prefects anyway."
"Uh, alright." George showed an awkward smile.
No choice, who made the prefects' bathroom have a super large bathtub, it was incredibly refreshing, especially in this winter, watching the snowflakes outside the window while lying in a swimming pool-like bathtub, with some snacks. So refreshing.
"Oh, by the way, later, have Ron come find me." Howl said.
"Okay, Professor." George nodded.
As they spoke, the two boys pushed and shoved each other, quickly leaving. When they reached a place they thought Howl couldn't hear, they whispered: "We need to quickly pull Ron back to study again, Professor is going to fix him."
"If only it could be a bit later."
On the third floor, at the entrance to the Headmaster's Office, just as Howl was wondering what the password was, the gargoyle suddenly opened the door on its own, looking at him helplessly.
"Dumbledore told you to do this?" Howl asked, surprised.
But the stone beast only opened its mouth, then glanced at him.
After a chuckle, Howl walked up the spiral staircase. As soon as he entered the office, Dumbledore asked: "How is it? I had the doorkeeper downstairs waive some passwords, for convenience."
"It is quite convenient." Howl nodded.
"Why did you call for me?"
"Oh, there's so much." Dumbledore rubbed his eyes, seemingly very tired. "Hagrid's case, Peter Pettigrew's case. And all sorts of inquiries from parents, and the difficulties from the old families."
"Don't make that face, Minerva must have handled quite a few things."
"Oh, that's true." Dumbledore also laughed: "However, regarding some of the things I mentioned earlier, Minerva can't help. For example, Hagrid's case goes to trial next Wednesday, and the Ministry of Magic has also summoned you."
"What does that have to do with me? I don't have any reputation, why would they call me?"
Dumbledore looked at him with a teasing smile.
"Perhaps… it's precisely because you don't have much fame, and I have too much. So Fudge chose to approach you?"
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