Hermione inquired, "Professor, what does this magic circuit do?"
Felix waved his wand and the chestnut wood piece floated up from her hand and flew into midair as the two looked at it as it moved.
"There is only one burst magic circuit on this chestnut wood piece, it is quite unstable, if I guide it slightly, like this ..." he snapped his fingers lightly.
"Bang!"
The chestnut wood piece exploded violently, accompanied by a strong burst of fire and a boom that startled Hermione.
Felix then demonstrated a few more magic circuits to Hermione, giving her the most basic understanding of an area of his research.
"That's all for today, tomorrow I'll truly teach you about ancient magic runes."
Before they knew it, it's half-past nine.
Hermione returned to the common room to see Harry, dirty and tired, flopping across the table, fiddling with a chess piece as the "humiliated" knight kept jabbing Harry's finger with his miniature Lance that he held in his hand.
Ron is catching up on his Potion assignment, with three copies of the reference sheet laid out in front of him at the same time.
When he saw Hermione return, Harry couldn't help but ask, "How was your first day as an Ancient Rune Course assistant?"
Hermione broke into a smile, "It was fantastic!"
Ron got slightly curious about what her job entailed, "What did you do, did you grade papers?"
"Well, I'm only responsible for some fifth and seventh-year papers, mind it, not many sixth and seventh-year students choose Ancient Magic Runes, and they are from all four houses together."
Ron suddenly raised his eyebrows, "If I were you, I'd be sure to nick Slytherin's paper points harshly."
Hermione's face instantly turned serious, "Ron, I have to take responsibility and accountability for my duties."
Ron slumped on the table like a deflated ball.
"Harry, what about you? How's your Quidditch training going?" Hermione inquired.
"Same as ever, especially with Fred and George scouting information from Slytherin and Nimbus 2001 being so fast you can't see their faces." Harry looked pessimistic.
There's nothing Hermione could do about it, the whole school had little faith in the first match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Houses were more interested in this match to see the power of Nimbus 2001 in action, so they could provide targeted training after that.
The team's morale is not high either, and Wood sneaked up to Harry and said, "Our brooms are no match for Slytherin's, but if you're fast enough to catch the golden snitch a bit early ..."
This made the pressure on Harry even greater.
...
On Sunday evening, Hermione once again went to the office of the Professor of Ancient Magic Runes.
From a distance, she caught a glimpse of Malfoy's figure coming out of the office and Hermione hastily hid behind a pillar where she saw Professor Hap talking to Malfoy, who nodded his head repeatedly.
She instantly had mixed feelings.
Inside the office, Hermione sat quietly on the sofa and watched as Felix waved his wand and piled a dozen parchments on the table into the corner.
Could it be Malfoy's papers?
Hermione's head swirled with all sorts of thoughts, and she's tempted to ask Professor Hap why Malfoy was here, but she wisely kept her mouth shut.
As yesterday, Felix sat on the other side of the small low table, and in front of him lay about ten pieces of chestnut wood, each with a magic rune inscribed on it.
"Today we will formally study the ancient magic runes in practical form." He underlined the word "practical".
"These ten magic runes have different symbolic meanings, for example, this one," he pointed to the first piece of chestnut wood, "represents the meaning of connection, which can be specifically expanded to connect other magic runes such as liquid form and flow, or general concepts of relative categories such as burst and stability. ..."
"In practical application, I have found that its form can be morphed in seven ways, each applicable to ..."
After an hour of continuous lecturing, Felix's mouth went dry.
"Next, let's have a practical exercise."
Seeing Hermione pull out her own wand, Felix smiled, "We don't need a wand for our exercises."
"I had talked to Professor McGonagall and there is a special teaching technique I have."
Hermione looked a little confused, while Felix had leaned over and tapped his wand lightly against the young witch's head while whispering an incantation under his breath.
She suddenly felt her vision drift off, the furnishings in the office shaking and distorting like water, the colours blending together in a way that made her feel as if she were in an abstract painting.
Soon, however, the distorted environment recovered at once.
She discovered, to her surprise, that she and the professor were still sitting on the same sofa, but with the small low table between them as the dividing line, the whole room is divided in two, and the half of the room where the professor belonged is piled high with books of all colours, thousands of them.
The books were divided into a dozen stacks that seemed to represent different categories.
But the most eye-catching thing of all is the ancient magic runes dancing across the books, which were of various colours, bright red, emerald green, cypress green, and metallic lustre...
Hundreds of ancient magic runes scurried around half the room like a little pixie.
Hermione couldn't help but stand up, and she glanced at Professor Hap, who gave her a slight wave to indicate that she could visit at her leisure.
The little witch crossed the invisible barrier and an ancient magic rune flew to her, Hermione couldn't help but hold the little one up and let it bounce around in her hand.
It isn't until the little one hopped away that she moved away somewhat reluctantly to view the book. She made her way through the pile of books, browsing through them as she went, while quickly scanning their names -
An Exploration of the History of Ancient Magic Runes, An Exploration through Ancient Magic Runes, An Exploration of Ancient Alchemy, Principles of Magical Spells, Explanation of High-Level Magic Spells, Selected Transfigurations, The Book of Dueling, The Art of Dueling, Ravenclaw's Manuscripts (Volume 1), The Illustrated Book of Dangerous Magical Creatures, Magical Abilities, Advanced Ancient Magic Runes, The Enchantment in Alchemy... ...
There were so many, and most of which are so big, that Hermione even saw a two-foot-tall book that is half a foot thick.
Even as a studious child, she couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself, and she secretly resolved to read this many books in the future ...
She stepped over a high stack of books, avoiding the dark green curtains that fluttered without a breeze, and before her is an astonishing pile of muggle books: Thinking Experiments, Secrets of the Human Brain, Analysis of Mind, A Selection of World Jokes ...
She even found a full set of the Encyclopedia Britannica, a childhood favourite of hers!
Aside from these more normal ones, there were seven or eight books stacked scattered in one corner of the room, constantly emitting a dark aura in all directions, and if one stared closely enough at them, one could faintly hear the wail of a little Wizard.
This, couldn't be a book about dark magic, right? The young witch gaped a little as she stole a glance over her shoulder at the professor.
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Felix obviously noticed Hermione's gaze.
"Oh, those are indeed books about dark magic, but there's an old saying? If you want to defend yourself against dark magic, you have to have some knowledge of it. As far as I know, the Auror in the Ministry of Magic particularizes in learning a little about dark magic."
"But I rarely see ..."
"Some wizards don't use dark magic, but that doesn't mean they don't understand it."
Felix smiled gently at her, "I have travelled around the world for a year and I have to mention that dark magic is indeed more effective when it comes to solving certain specific problems."
Hearing Professor Hap's explanation, she thought it over quickly and found the reasoning barely acceptable, but said with a stern face, "Professor, I would still advise you to use less dark magic in the future, I read it in a book: dark magic always creeps into you, leaving you unknowingly corrupted - -"
"-- Many young wizards have gone astray in this way, and especially for the young wizards who are underage, dark magic is a poison to the heart that is difficult to reverse," Felix said, following Hermione's words.
Looking a little surprised at the young witch, he winked, "I've read that book too."
"But thank you for the advice."
Hermione pursed her lips, looking like Professor McGonagall.
Seeing his assistant puff up in anger a little, Felix changed the subject without a trace as he praised, "I didn't realize you'd read so much, quite an accomplishment for your age."
Following the professor's gaze, Hermione then realized that the other half of the room - the side divided by the small low table, near her - is surprisingly decorated in a completely different style.
The warm sunlight shed a large, bright glow, and the light brown carpet and goose-yellow curtains gave it an extremely comfortable feel, with a small round table in the centre, on which were two pots of green plants.
On the wall directly opposite the room is a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. Inside are hundreds of neatly arranged books, and on the second shelf, from top to bottom, stand seven or eight photo frames, both of hers and her families from her birth.
Close to the bookshelf is an ivory doorway.
Hermione covered her mouth in surprise; this half of the space, surprisingly, resembled 70 to 80% of her room at home.
She turned her head to look at Professor Hap, her mind full of doubts, which only this professor could now clear up.
And Professor Hap did give the answer, "This is the world of thought, the abode of fantasy, call it what you will. Of course, none of this is real, we are just consciousnesses that exist here."
Hermione tsked as she stood at the junction of the two spaces, her eyes wide as she kept glancing from side to side, she waved her hand a little hesitantly, "So, this place is a joint construction of ours? Half of it represents your inner world and half of it represents mine ..."
Felix gestured over his head, "Just a partial outer mapping and projection of our inner worlds."
"And the deepest secrets of our innermost minds are behind the door entirely." He glanced at the ivory door before flicking his wand, and the dark green curtain behind him rolled up high to reveal a tall gateway.
Hermione visibly relaxed; she had quite a few secrets that she didn't want to reveal so easily.
Harry's Parseltongue, for example.
"Professor, why have we come to this ... mindscape?"
Instead of answering directly, Felix first introduced a part of his experience by saying, "After graduation, I first spent a year travelling around the world before settling in London and focusing on muggle studies."
"Muggles are no less intelligent than wizards, and in many ways, such as logic, reasoning, and problem-solving methodology, are much better. And the more crucial point is legacy."
"They pass on their knowledge, accumulating it from generation to generation, triggering qualitative change from quantitative change."
"Wizards have the same legacy, like Hogwarts, but in terms of inheritance and development, it's far worse."
"It was by realizing this that I started reading Muggle books, and to be honest, being used to the moving pictures, it was a bit uncomfortable to read Muggle books."
"Their research on the mind and brain caught my attention, and I discovered that they were way ahead of us in this area - which should have been a much more specialized area for wizards - after all, we have a range of memory magic, like the Obliviate, Legilimency, and the Occlumency."
"But unfortunately, we only inherited the spells, not the philosophies of them."
"So, I combined the Muggle knowledge and created a magic spell which, although it is still quite far from my intended vision, is perfect for what we are teaching today."
"What does this magic do?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Thought acceleration." Felix explained, "In here - I call it the Thinking Room - your thinking is sped up, and with the help of this place we get the illusion of time being stretched out. I can only manage to increase it by a factor of three to four at the moment, any higher would be dangerous."
"Similar to the Baruffio's Brain Elixir, although the two don't behave exactly the same, the latter enhances the brainpower of the person taking it."
Hermione's eyes widened, "Professor, this magic is just amazing."
Felix shook his head, "It's not perfect at the moment."
Seeing the professor's reluctance to say more, Hermione began to practice carving ancient runes, using the chestnut wood pieces Felix had provided her with - one of the downsides of this magic, what you can't understand, you can't make it appear.
For most of the next few hours, Hermione practiced on her own, with Felix giving some guidance at regular intervals.
After seven thinking hours.
Felix noticed that Hermione's face is covered in sweat and her figure is fading, looking somewhat like a transparent ghost.
"Professor, I can't concentrate, I can't keep ... attention."
"Well, it's almost time, so that's enough for today." Felix snapped his fingers and the next moment, the sky spun and the two of their minds were back to the common room once again.
Felix's wand is still resting on Hermione's head when he suddenly stumbled and nearly fell to the ground after having been still.
He pressed one hand to his forehead and waved his wand with the other, a vial of magic potion flying out of his suitcase.
Under the command of his wand, the bottle of magic potion became quite self-conscious, not only opening the lid by itself but also summoning two cups and pouring out a portion of the potion.
On the other hand, Hermione had it worse, she collapsed straight on the sofa with a pained look on her face, as if she is going to pass out in the next second.
"Drink it, it will ease your symptoms."
Hermione reluctantly drank the magic potion.
"Have a piece of chocolate." Felix shoved a piece of chocolate into her mouth again.
It took seven to eight minutes for Hermione to get over it, and she kept whispering, "It's horrible, it's horrible."
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