Kingsley looked at Felix and said with some hesitation, "I know you, Felix Hap, but she's not a person who speaks well ... That woman is bold, and even if Fudge himself is there, she might not listen."
Felix did not speak.
Dumbledore watched all this, he blinked his azure eyes, linked to the attitude of Rita Skeeter before, he almost had some guesses.
The old man leaned down and carefully examined Fudge's state, and he said, "The Basilisk is indeed a terrible creature, even without counting its eyes, and its toxicity is extremely rare."
"Indeed it is." Kingsley nodded.
"But no more poisonous than the desire of the human heart, Voldemort is such." Dumbledore said calmly, "As his power became stronger, his desires expanded, and he broke through each of his bottom lines until he no longer has anything to care about."
"Voldemort had glorified his own behaviour, he said a phrase, magic is power, Felix, what do you think?"
Felix said lightly, "Magic can carry many things, ambition, dreams, strength, power, awe ... but these are just scenery on the road, you can stop briefly, but eventually you have to move on."
"I personally believe - magic is magic, there is no need or necessity to add other appendages." He looked up to meet Dumbledore's calm gaze.
Kingsley listened in confusion to the conversation between the two, how did it go from the Basilisk to the mysterious man? Wasn't he already dead?
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Lucius Malfoy knocked on the door of the open ward with his cane, and he looked up slightly, leaving half his face hidden in the shadows, "Dumbledore, I need to speak to you alone."
"Ah, welcome, Lucius, welcome." Dumbledore gladly stood up and walked out with him.
Felix also duly offered his farewell.
Crossing the corridor connecting the Great Hall, Felix happened to see the figure of Rita Skeeter, who looked very flustered, her make-up all over her face.
What is going on here?
"Rita." Felix stepped out of the shadows, startling her.
"Felix Hap! You, I ..." Rita Skeeter stammered and stuttered.
Something is odd ...
Felix looked her in the eye, his light blue eyes glowing slightly.
Flustered, fierce, relieved ...
What had she done?
He had some hesitation to continue probing deeper - it risked discovery - but Rita Skeeter ducked her head to avoid his gaze, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hap, I have things to do, I need to catch up ... " and she hurried away.
"Rita," Felix called out to her, "about Minister Fudge's injury, I hope it won't set off too much of a ripple."
Rita Skeeter turned her back on him and said wryly, "Mr. Hap, oh, Felix, are you asking me to conceal the truth?"
"You know what my attitude is, as long as you don't exaggerate and twist the truth."
When she left, Felix sighed, he should collect his mind and focus on his runes research.
However, there is still the matter of the dueling course that needs to be settled.
When the new semester started, he had to set the schedule and teaching content of the dueling course.
After lunch in the Great Hall, Felix went to the basement of the castle and prepared to finalize the content with Professor Snape.
Snape welcomed him in, wearing a black robe and expressionless face.
"Please sit down, Felix."
Snape lifted the hem of his wizard's robe and sat down across from him, he waved his wand and sent several sheets of parchment flying across the table in front of him.
"Here are some of my --" Snape stared into Felix's eyes, "insights."
Felix picked up the parchments and thumbed through them, snickering at him in passing, "Professor, don't you have a cup of tea in here?"
Snape pulled the corner of his mouth, "You've never had anything I've offered you personally."
Felix then stopped talking.
Snape made him cautious with his unique collection of potions when he was in school, and had given him a small bottle of high-purity Babbling Beverage for Christmas this year; he really didn't have the courage to try any of the drinks he gave him.
He read the contents of the parchment carefully.
"Professor, you mean, a lesson to learn a spell?"
Felix looked at Snape with some confusion.
"Felix, most of the spells related to dueling are somewhat dangerous, and if you don't slow down, they will give you all kinds of unexpected surprises." Snape deliberately emphasized the word 'surprise'.
Felix thought for a moment, "One lesson every two weeks, that is, learning two spells a month."
Snape said indifferently, "You can learn a dozen spells in a school year, and with a reasonable mix, you can protect yourself completely." He revealed his usual mocking tone and said, "Some students can't even cast a standard shield charm until they graduate."
This is indeed the reality of Hogwarts; it has been peaceful for so long that the young wizards learn spells solely to cope with the exams.
By the time the exams are over, some lukewarm spells are simply shelved.
According to the normal teaching order, the young wizards in the fourth year should master the shield charm, but unfortunately, this spell is under Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and this course at Hogwarts ...
It's hard to say.
Many young wizards' fifth-year spell-casting level will become the pinnacle of his life because according to the requirements of OWLs exams, mandatory courses are required to be taken, naturally including the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the charm class, and the Transfiguration class, which are more operational than practical.
And after the fifth year, young wizards start to choose advanced classes according to their grades and career plans, and some academic scum may only take one or two classes.
If he chooses a class that happens to be mostly theoretical, his spellcasting level will plummet like a dive.
Probably, when he graduated, all but those most commonly used spells would be returned to the professor.
Felix brushed the ring on his left hand and took out a stack of parchment, "Professor, this is my teaching layout about the first magic spell, you can make some suggestions."
Snape took the parchment and flipped through the pages absently for two pages, but then his expression got serious.
"This is ..."
Snape buried his head in reading the contents of the parchment, immersing himself in the magic skill tree Felix had constructed. Occasionally he took out his wand and waved it in midair.
"Felix, this is how you understand the spell?"
Felix said gently: "Just my personal understanding in the process of learning the magic spell, there may be omissions."
Snape's fingers brushed the parchment, in his mind quickly reconstructed the spell.
Half an hour later, he waved his wand and sent out a dazzling red light that sent a chair three meters away flying, and the poor chair fell apart utterly in midair.
"Professor Snape, what are you doing?" Felix inquired him, the spell just now was not too strong, but too weak!
It couldn't even catch up to the strength of the disarming charm he used that time when he defeated Lockhart.
Snape, carefully experienced in his mind, slowly opened his eyes, "I just blocked my knowledge of the disarming Charm, according to your design, reconstructed this spell."
Snape, mind drifted off.
He is not only a master of potions, but also has an extremely in-depth knowledge of magic spells.
He used Occlumency to shield his understanding of the Disarming Charm, and in a very short time, he relearned the Disarming Charm according to Felix's plan.
This is not difficult for Snape, his accumulation of all kinds of spells are there, all the relevant theory, skills, a little experience to re-release the spell.
If it is a different little wizard, it wouldn't be possible to do something similar.
Snape's approach further verified the feasibility of Felix's theory, and the current success rate still remains at a staggering 100 percent.
However, Felix soon went sideways, and he began to ask Snape for tips on the application of Occlumency ...
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Felix stayed at Snape's office until the end of the first class in the afternoon, and then left in a hurry to go to the class for the seventh-year wizards.
He stood at the podium and looked at the junior wizards of the Grade below him.
There were less than twenty combined, "Tsk! There are really too few."
At the beginning of the school year, Felix had communicated with Professor McGonagall that he could "appropriately" ease the students' grades and let some little wizards with A grades enter his improvement class.
He did so with the idea that "one more is one more", and that he might be able to use his strong charisma to fool an additional young wizard into joining the family of ancient runes research.
But before his arrival, the course had been lukewarm and the response rather lacklustre. Except for those wizards who were interested in studying ancient languages, or who wanted to join the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic's senior citizen department, there were very few other interested parties.
So his seventh-grade classroom is either a school tyrant, those who have chosen it by mistake, who try to choose as many as possible, or an Academic scum For example, Marcus Flint, is a typical representative of the academic dregs, after entering the seventh grade, he selected a total of two courses - Care of Magical Creatures class and ancient runes class.
For him, it's Felix who gave a word to join, otherwise, he would simply have taken a single class.
As far as Felix knew, the seventh grade Care of Magical Creatures class would add a great deal of knowledge about raising and breeding rare magical creatures, requiring a lot of information to be consulted and memorized. With Marcus Flint's troll-like brain, Felix really didn't know how he would pass.
On the podium, Felix waved his wand, causing a dozen of parchments to fly in all directions and land in front of the corresponding young wizard.
He commented, "In general, your grades are still steadily improving. However, I must remind you that according to the previous NEWTs assessment standards, you must translate a complete ancient rune document."
"This means that during your exams, there may be ancient runes that are quite out of the box, and you won't be able to find the corresponding knowledge even after going through five years of ancient runes textbooks."
"Professor, then, how should we respond?" A Ravenclaw witch asked, wearing a pair of extremely recognizable, thick glasses.
"Miss Vera, it comes into a bit of exam technique, such as speculating the meaning of words."
"Speculating the meaning of words?" Vera asked, pushing up her glasses in disbelief.
"In the sixth and seventh-grade Ancient Runes textbook, a considerable amount of space is devoted to the evolution of Ancient runes, such as Eoh, which has gone through seven versions, each with slightly different meanings and writing styles."
"But actually, once you sort out the logic of its evolution, you'll find that its core meaning has never really changed."
Vera nodded, this knowledge is obvious to her.
And Professor Hap continued, "Therefore, as long as you know one of the versions of the ancient rune, you can make reasonable speculations based on its core meaning in context."
"Even for those runes that you have never come across, you can make reasonable speculations based on word patterns. This requires the use of the more common 27 evolved forms ..."
"Of course, runes with magic power are not in this range and need to be memorized separately, but there are not that many, actually."
Next to her, Marcus looked desperate, what are you talking about?
Why does every word I can understand, but together it's like a heavenly text?
"I get it, Professor Hap," Vera said excitedly.
In this class, she is the only one who has a true love for ancient runes and is determined to follow this path, except that her research direction is document translation.
This is actually influenced by her family - her grandfather is a vice president of the Ancient Runes Society.
When she returned home for Christmas break and said that the new professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts is Felix Hap, the look on her grandfather's face was amusing.
He scolded Felix for being " a heretic and going astray", but on the other hand, he shyly admitted that "he does have real skills, you can barely learn from him", which made her mentally put Professor Hap on the same level as her grandfather.
"Let's move on--" After settling the daily questions, Felix's eyes fell on Marcus: "Flint, your grades are always hovering up and down around A (passing), I'm worried about you. "
Marcus cried, he had really put a lot of effort into Ancient Runes, even when he was training on the Quidditch pitch, he kept an Ancient Runes textbook in his book bag - although he had only opened it once in total.
But at least the attitude is there, he hasn't been this dedicated to his other classes. But unfortunately, he really is not that kind of material. Marcus had a mind to quit, but he shivered at the sight of Felix and simply couldn't muster the courage.
"Teach, professor, I will try," Marcus said tremblingly.
"Very well, if you have any problems, just find me."
Felix started the formal class, in this modest classroom, the academic tyrant and academic scum are clearly separated. The more the academic tyrant listens, the more the dregs become confused, and Marcus is the latter - he is a dreg, but he is bracing himself to show the appearance of the academic tyrant's spirit.
A lesson passed in a jiffy.
Felix left with a stack of parchments, and in his hand were the assignments of the seventh graders.
Today, he received a total of three grades worth of holiday assignments. Felix is ready to make full use of his assistant's motivation to learn, so that she can make the most of her talents, by handing over all the assignments of the third and fourth grades to her.
In the evening, Felix looked idly at Professor Flitwick's Christmas gift, a manuscript of ancient magic.
There were two kinds of writing on the parchment, one of which is an extremely old and ancient Rune language, and the other is Professor Flitwick's additions and annotations, containing his thoughts on the study of this magic.
It's very enlightening.
The only thing is that according to Professor Flitwick, he has no special talent in ancient runes, so this fragmented ancient magic was researched by him in collaboration with the former professor of ancient runes - Babbling, and when Professor Babbling left Hogwarts for holiday, the research came to a standstill.
The manuscript was given to Felix with the intention of collaborative research.
Felix waved his wand, a hazy light blue light like a river of stars, cut through the air and fell on a quill.
The brown quill first turned into a toothpick, and then quickly expanded to the size of a cane. As Felix kept injecting magic power, the quill kept growing to about seven feet, and it stopped dead in its tracks.
"Well, looking at the effect is similar to combining two magic spells, the Shrinking Charm and the Engorgement Charm, together, yet in essence, it doesn't have the high consumption, danger, and intensity of ancient magic."
"Instead, it's more like modern simplified magic, with a limit to its power and magic consumption."
"Is it because the part that complements it is the idea of simplified magic?"
Felix wrote and drew on the parchment, preparing for a prolonged battle, recovering ancient magic is not an easy task.
'I wish I had a teacher.' Before going to sleep, he thought with some emotion.
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