Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 182 Sirius's Surprise

Sirius quickly adapted to everything.

Just as he had promised, Li Wei merely gave him a place to stay and then ignored him.

Although there are still some things I don't understand.

For example, Levi's inexplicable trust—Sirius still can't fully trust him—Levi must have some ulterior motive, but there's too little information for him to deduce it yet.

For example, why did Lupin work under Livy?
But I'll stop thinking about things I can't figure out for now—in any case, the current situation is good, so I'll just take it one step at a time.

The next day, Sirius woke up from a nightmare.

The surroundings were unfamiliar yet reassuring, but the bloodshot in his eyes wouldn't go away.

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In silence, he transformed back into the shape of a big black dog, and following the path he remembered, he silently lay down and waited outside the Gryffindor common room.

Since he couldn't sleep well anywhere anyway, he might as well come here early to wait—he hoped his godson would see him as soon as he woke up.

But the other person is still a child, so they'll probably sleep until the sun is high in the sky before getting up.

Sirius lay prone on the cold stone floor, the icy touch causing him no discomfort—after so many years in Azkaban, he had long since grown accustomed to it all.

Sirius felt a surge of joy in his heart as he imagined how surprised and happy his godson would be to see him, and a warm feeling welled up in his body.

In the dark corridor, bathed in the gentle summer breeze, he quickly fell asleep.

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"Why are you sleeping here?"

Sirius felt like he hadn't slept for long—it seemed like he had only taken a nap—before he heard the voices he could only hear in his dreams.

James?

He groggily opened his eyes and saw the silhouette of a boy with round glasses and messy hair.

His heart was struck by a huge, warm current of relief, and he almost blurted out that familiar name.

But the next second, the view became clear.

It's not James.

It was his godson—Harry Potter.

Seeing the expression that resembled James's when he was young, Sirius felt a warm current surge through his heart and suddenly stood up with a "woof".

He shook his huge head and nuzzled Harry's hand that was hanging by his side.

"Were you really waiting for me?"

Harry patted the big black dog's head with a hint of surprise.

"Then you can come with me for morning exercise."

As he spoke, he started jogging in the castle—after all, there were hardly any students left in the castle now, and not a single one of them would leave at 5:30 in the morning like him.

That's right, even during the summer holidays, Harry maintained his habit of waking up early—and he soon discovered that it had another benefit.

As long as he got up early enough, the Dursleys couldn't control him—he could sneak away to finish his homework in the morning and then pack everything away before they woke up.

That way they won't find out.

After they get up, he will go out to exercise—unable to cast spells during summer vacation, Harry can only try to find the connection between body and mind in this way.

But things are different once we're back inside the castle!

Thinking of this, Harry perked up. Sirius followed behind Harry, somewhat puzzled—what were they doing?
Run?

What's the point?

Sirius followed Harry with a lot of questions in his mind. After running alongside Harry for five minutes and confirming that he was really just running, Sirius looked quite puzzled.

But the next second, a look of surprise and relief flashed in his eyes—as the magic beneath Harry's feet was released, his figure suddenly sprinted forward a great distance.

"Wang!"

The big black dog barked excitedly and quickly followed Harry.

What was the incantation just now?
Can you cast spells without a staff and cast spells silently?
Harry is only in what grade this year, how can he have achieved this level? He really did inherit James' perfect genes!

"I might run faster and faster from here on out, so you don't have to force yourself to keep up with me."

Harry said something to the big black dog that was panting beside him, then looked ahead again, his eyes hardening – he hadn't cast a spell in a month, and he needed to get his body moving again as soon as possible.

So, Sirius then watched Harry go through a series of activities.
The morning run, which included spellcasting, lasted a full half hour.

Sirius followed Harry around the Black Lake again and again, watching him run faster and faster, his spellcasting becoming more and more skillful. Before long, Harry's figure could no longer be described as running.

Magic burst forth from his toes, propelling his body forward at incredible speed—resulting in him being hundreds of times faster.

Sirius couldn't catch up even if he ran for his life.

He simply stopped.

Sirius Black couldn't hide his admiration as he watched Harry run past him in circles.

This highly efficient and stealthy dash spell would be extremely effective in combat.

Moreover, he had never seen such a spell in the wizarding world before—it was something Harry had researched himself.

Sirius quickly came to this conclusion—because that's what he secretly hoped for.

But his surprises didn't stop there.

After finishing his run, Harry began practicing magic in the open space—starting with the ten basic spells, rotating through them one by one, followed by the intermediate spells 'Body Binding Charm' and 'Obstacles'. Then came the incredibly powerful 'Disarming Charm'.

Ohhhhhhh! Harry! My Harry!!!

Sirius almost wanted to transform into human form on the spot to cheer for him—otherwise, it would be impossible to express his excitement at that moment, nor could it possibly match the excellence of his godson.

Solid foundation, stable spellcasting, powerful incantations!

Sirius is now eager to know one thing—what grade his godson is in this year?

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After several repetitions of the spellcasting cycle, Harry let out a heavy sigh and began to review the play.

To be honest, he wasn't very satisfied with the power of his spells—aside from the disarming spell, the performance of his other spells didn't really put him ahead of his classmates, let alone those outstanding upperclassmen.

According to senior Joey, he has a special talent for disarming spells, which is something he should work on—he should explore in this direction why he can cast disarming spells so well.

The techniques, thought processes, and beliefs involved are all part of the exploration on the path of understanding magic.

However, while the learning methods have been provided, putting them into practice is quite difficult, and Harry currently has no clear ideas.

He just found it more convenient, that's all.

But after receiving theoretical guidance from Professor Levy and advice from Joviri, Harry knew that this alone was not enough.

We must try to understand its essence.

(End of this chapter)