Reluctantly, Harry was finally taken out by Fudge.

But after walking around, his suppressed nature was finally released.

After all, the students who can be selected into Gryffindor all have a heart that is ready to move - although it is a bit complimentary to say this, but the Gryffindor in school, understand...

Although Harry was a little nervous at first, after shopping around, he began to enjoy his time out.

Summer ice cream is the food that goes best with leisure time. While enjoying this delicious food, Harry also has much more pocket money than his peers, and there are shops nearby.

It wasn't until Harry returned to his room at the Leaky Cauldron that he realized that he had spent an entire day outside.

Young people's temperament and emotions come and go faster than other people's.

After putting down the many scattered things he had purchased that were either useful or useless, Harry knocked directly on the door of William's room with some anxiety and a little doubt.

"Harry? Please come in."

William's voice came from inside.

"Okay, Professor."

He opened the door of the room in response and saw the self-defense magic professor leaning on the chair, holding a wand in his right hand on the table, and drawing something with his finger on the book on the table with his left hand. As his finger slid, the book

His quill flicked a few times from time to time, and he looked particularly lazy.

Seeing this scene, Harry's original questions disappeared, and he couldn't help but blurt out:

"Professor, what are you doing?"

"Learn a language and think about whether there are any imperfections in today's warning measures."

"You still feel it's not perfect?"

Harry was stunned. William's series of spells had frightened him into staying in the room for a long time. It was only today that he had a good time outside, but now the professor still felt that the defense was not perfect enough?

"How should I put it, it's a bit of a pity," William stopped the quill, handed the wand to his left hand, and subconsciously flicked his right hand on the book, "I originally thought that Auror would check and reinforce your room or something.

I also wanted to see what their methods were, but nothing happened in the end."

"Nothing happened? You mean they sneaked into my room?"

"No," William waved his hand, "It seems they abide by the law more than I thought..."

Even Harry, who had faced Voldemort directly in his first year, didn't know how to answer the question for a while.

"Relax, Harry, it's a good thing you didn't infiltrate, Aurors are still very reliable..."

"Well, Professor," Harry thought for a long time, and finally continued the topic hesitantly, "Professor, what would you do if you faced that Sirius?"

"Me? I'm a professor. I will definitely give you time to escape, Harry."

William smiled and answered half seriously and half jokingly.

"That's not what I meant," Harry said a little seriously, "I mean, Professor, what if I meet Sirius when I'm out alone?"

"Neither the school nor the Ministry of Magic will let you go out alone, Harry," William looked at him, but did not finish his sentence completely, "but we must have an emergency plan."

"Let's put it this way, unless you have to use an invisibility cloak or something like that to sneak out, the protective power around you can definitely help you delay for more than five minutes."

"Five minutes..." William thought for a moment, "it stands to reason that it will be enough time for rescue to arrive."

"Of course, we don't rule out the possibility that those calls for help may be blocked..."

He looked up at Harry, "Do you have any good spells that can attract the attention of people around you?"

"No, Professor."

"Then, are you good at concealing your body shape?"

"Does the invisibility cloak count?"

"That one doesn't work, is there anything else?"

"No, Professor..."

"What about transfiguration? It doesn't require a complete transformation. You can also change into gills or something that can assist your breathing and allow you to hide in the water."

"I don't seem to have mastered that kind of transformation..."

Harry felt a little ashamed. It was the first time he realized that he was so lacking in magic.

'It would be nice if Hermione was here...'

"They don't know how to do that, so what about a simple method of using magic to cover the footprints..."

"Won't…"

Harry's head bowed deeply. He felt that he had learned nothing in the past two years at Hogwarts.

"What about the simple magic potion for masking the breath? Can you prepare it?"

"Sorry, Professor..."

…

"How about running?"

After half a day of questioning, Harry finally heard the good news. This was something he was good at - he had been bullied by Dudley since he was a child. If he couldn't run fast enough, God knew what games those people would play with him.

"I'm pretty good at..."

Harry regretted it as soon as this thought came into his mind. He changed his mind before he could say anything, "I know a little bit, and I can run pretty well."

"Then let's start practicing with this, and then I'll try to apply for other rights for you..."

William nodded. It was a good thing that he could run. Although it was still early to learn the magic of apparation, if he could run, it would probably be a way to fight against Death Eater No. 1.

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The next day, when Harry was sleeping soundly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it so early in the morning..."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered the conversation yesterday that he remembered deeply.

"Sorry, Professor, I'll be right back."

He agreed loudly, then climbed up as quickly as possible in his life and got dressed.

Old Tom stood at the door.

"Ah, sorry, I made a mistake, but where is the professor?"

"That's right," Old Tom's smile was quite kind. "William asked me to wake you up at six o'clock. I paid special attention to the time when I was busy in the kitchen."

"What about the professor?"

"Young people are more sleepy. Unlike me, I get up at five o'clock to prepare breakfast at the bar." Old William smiled, "William is still sleeping, right?"

Harry didn't know what to say for a moment...

"By the way," Old Tom, who was about to leave, seemed to remember something, "Professor William asked you not to leave the bar for your morning jog for safety reasons. Yesterday he specially asked me to get an old room and renovate it. You go there?

Just run while running.”

"Not on the street?"

Harry felt as if he had been hit by frost - he had a great time walking outside yesterday, thinking that morning jogging was also good, but it was nothing like jogging in the house...

But he didn't complain too much and followed Old Tom to the so-called specific room.

'It's a little bigger than other rooms, but can it be driven?'

Harry started running with confusion, and the floor under his feet slowly deformed and turned backwards as he ran, making his forward efforts in vain.

'It's almost like a hamster...'

For no reason, he thought of the hamster running in the wheel, and then he thought of Ron's mouse...

"Perhaps I should give it a hamster cage. That might keep it moving..."

Thinking of such a joke, Harry felt that the fatigue of running was nothing.

This movement continued until half past seven.

"Good morning, Harry."

The voice of the self-defense magic professor interrupted Harry, who was already a little out of breath, "How was your training?"

The professor came over cheerfully and checked the specially enchanted floor. "Well, it's not bad. Although I was lazy in the middle, I still ran steadily for almost forty minutes."

"How did you figure that out, Professor?"

Harry couldn't help but curiously asked - Could it be that the professor had been watching to see if he would be lazy because there was no one to supervise him?

"There is a counter set here. Once the magic runs, a trace will be carved here. You will know by calculation - it is just a simple transformation plus a few spells. It is nothing to a wizard."

William spread his hands, "If you only cast those basic spells rigidly, you will fail. You have to learn to combine spells, Harry."

"Group? Fight?"

"That will basically make you die faster," William shook his head. "The existing spells used for self-defense in duels pursue simplicity. What they need is to arrange defense and attack in an instant."

"It's true that no one in history studied long-spell magic, but those who tried to use those magics to fight were basically killed by their opponents."
To be continued...