In mid-October, the flu that had plagued Hogwarts, instead of subsiding, had intensified, and even several professors had the misfortune of getting caught.
Luckily, Felix had the foresight to get two bottles of tonic from Madam Pomfrey in advance and took a sip before class to avoid being infected by the untrustworthy little wizard.
On Wednesday, Felix had a rare day off from class, so he walked out of the castle and followed a path through the greenhouse and past the Whomping Willow to the forbidden forest warden's hut.
Just as he approached, a large dog barked, and Felix waited quietly.
A man shouted twice at the big dog, "Fang, shut up!" Then turned his head to look at him, a measure with its gaze.
"Professor Hap? You want something?"
To his eyes, the professor dressed in fine, well-made clothes, with neatly groomed hair and a clean-shaven beard, is a completely different person from him.
"As a new professor, I suddenly realized that I hadn't visited you yet, which, I must say, is very rude ..."
"Is it?" Hagrid muttered, blocking the doorway, clearly not too interested.
"I learned from Dumbledore that you are an excellent warden of the Forbidden Forest and are very good with magical creatures, and it just so happens that I am also very interested in these cute little guys."
"Really? Ahem... I mean ..."
Felix tapped his wand on the ring on his left index finger, and a thick book appeared in his hand with a silhouette of a group of animals on the cover.
"This is my gift."
Hagrid's eyes fell on the group of animal silhouettes in various forms, and he stammered a little, "Ah, this, you're too kind. I mean ... you don't really have to ..."
Hagrid stood frozen in place and waved his thick arm, "Come in, come in."
Felix entered Hagrid's Hut without difficulty, a standard bachelor room as far as he could see, it looked disorganized, but everything is in its rightful place.
It's only when Hagrid handed him a mug that he realized what a mistake he had made, this mug hadn't been washed in days? It looked dirty!
After chatting with Hagrid for a few words and noticing that he kept his eyes on the book, he naturally changed the subject to it.
"Hagrid, I made this book myself, with a lot of thought, and I hope you'll like it."
Hagrid picked up the book and opened it, with his large hand and flipped through the first page which showed a little animal with a single tiger's stripe in the head, relying on its two hind limbs for support, its body standing upright and its two forearms hanging down over its chest in a wary manner.
The next picture shows a scene in which this little fellow is fighting a lion. The little fellow is quite brave, not only showing no fear in the face of an opponent more than ten times its size but attacking again and again.
"What is this little fellow?" Hagrid's eyes lit up at once.
Felix glanced at the picture, "It's a species of honey badger that is found in Africa, they are very brave and very intelligent."
On the next page, there was a scene of a honey badger sparring with a different animal, and Hagrid was so fascinated that he kept flipping forwards.
One novel creature after another appeared before his eyes, and it was as if a new world had opened up to him.
Halfway through, he looked up, a little puzzled, "Professor Hap, I haven't seen many of these animals, they don't seem to be magical creatures."
"That's right, you're an expert on magical animals, you've seen more than me in this area. It's a good thing I worked in the Muggle world for two years and saw a lot of interesting creatures that may not have magical traits, but still have fascinating characteristics by virtue of their unique physiology and habitat ..."
"I have compiled some of these from various Muggle books, films, and videos to complete this magic book."
Hagrid, obviously aware of the effort that had been put into this gift, muttered in a small voice, "This is too expensive, too expensive."
Felix smiled, "Hagrid, you're welcome, I have a similar gift for each of the professors. And-"
"I do have a small favour to ask you."
"What is it?" Hagrid asked cautiously.
"I need some unicorn hair, not too much ..." Felix looked a little embarrassed.
"Oh, that's it, it's easy." Hagrid relaxed as he leaned forward and tugged a furry, dirty mat over from the side.
"Here, I've got plenty of this stuff if you don't have enough, the little unicorns change their fur several times before they grow up, and I help tidy it all up."
Felix froze a little as he took the floppy mats, which looked like they were suffering under Hagrid's bum, no less.
Hagrid added, "Unicorn hairs, although they contain magic, not every one of them has the kind of magnitude to make a wand, they were picked up by that old man Ollivander, you know, he has a partnership with Hogwarts and will give discounts to new students ..."
The two then engaged in a conversation about magical creatures, and Hagrid discovered, to his surprise, that the professor wasn't telling lies, not like a certain self-absorbed professor at all.
Professor Hap knew a lot about some magical creatures, one could even say that he knew many things that he himself is unaware of.
For example, the Sphinx can be put into a state of confusion or reflection by saying just three riddles before it meets you.
For example, when encountering a Nogtail, he can use his magic to transfigure a stone into a white dog, as they are particularly afraid of dogs with pure white fur.
For example, trolls are afraid of bright lights ...
Halfway through, Felix also provided butterbeer and special cakes, and the two had a good time.
It's already a little dark when Felix walked out of Hagrid's hut.
He saw a small red-haired witch by the path, who seemed to be an in bewildered state of mind, and is shooed back to the castle by him.
The next day, Felix traded a few branches of Whomping Willow and a small pot of Devil's Snare from Sprout, the Professor of Herbology Class.
The former is a highly valued material, often used to make wands and very vital in the boiling process of a range of potions, but thanks to Harry and Ron - who had driven their car into a whomping willow at the beginning of the school year - it's currently quite abundant.
Office.
Felix looked at the materials on his workbench: a dirty mat, a few black branches seven or eight metres long, a small pot of shrunken plants.
He is pretty much very satisfied in his mind.
Felix is ready to complete a magical artefact.
The method of making it came from a rather old and isolated magic book, which he had recently found in the library. Originally he hadn't cared much about it, seeing as the name of the book, Applications of Alchemy, is no different from many books he had seen before.
But he soon realized the difference; the book's cover had been added later, and the pages inside were significantly older; if it hadn't been protected by magic, Felix had no doubt it would have decayed to ashes immediately.
Within the slim booklet were the notes of more than ten people, some messy, some neat, with a mixture of additions and corrections to those who had preceded them, as well as arrogance and condescending overlooks of those who had followed.
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Notes from a slightly chatty Chagas Gunter led Felix to conclude that the book came from a family called "Gunter", or at least that it had been in their possession for a long time.
The notes that follow are full of praise for their great-grandfather.
There was more than one who did that.
This gave Felix the pleasure of reading the commentary.
The runic artefact that Felix was about to complete also came from this ancient book, "runic artefact" rather than "alchemical artefact" because its internal circuitry is constructed entirely from a series of magic runes, with no trace of latter-day alchemy.
Many people would not be able to tell the difference, but Felix is an exception - Rune Engraving can be used in ancient magic as well as engraved on objects because it is a language, a magic language.
Its essence was an ancient wizard's exploration and summary of magic.
Alchemy, on the other hand, is different because it is partly an inheritance of ancient magic Runes, which have been developed independently with the aim of "leaving magic on objects and giving them a special magical function".
So the symbols used in alchemy cannot be called Runes, but merely magic icons.
But it also had the advantage of being a magical technique, and the many great wizards who experimented with ways to impart magic to various objects have left a legacy of mind-boggling techniques.
The French alchemist Nicholas Flamel is one of the best in this field.
Compared to alchemy, runic artefacts are considered " ancient art ". This is one of the reasons why he believes that the notes are quite old.
...
The runic artefact that Felix wanted to create is called " Binding Vine", which uses the spreading properties of the magic vine itself to launch a surprise attack, with the advantage of no incantation and a stable and trouble-free launch.
But how powerful it is a matter of opinion, or at least a question mark in Felix's mind.
But he isn't looking for potency either, he is looking for the ideas contained within: firstly, the idea of making a runic artefact, and secondly, the skill of combining opposing magical properties in depth.
Unicorns, which represent purity and goodness.
On the other hand, the devil's snare is an extremely aggressive magic plant that is always actively attacking all kinds of small animals and unlucky humans; hunting is their instinct.
It's difficult to combine the magical properties of the two together under normal circumstances, and Felix took a reference from the ancient books to neutralize this antagonism with the help of the Whomping Willow - which, despite its violent behaviour, is an unmistakably unbiased plant.
With a wave of his wand, Felix breaks up the mat, woven from unicorn hair, and places it in the water to absorb a dunk; almost instantly, the water becomes pitch black.
Felix: "..."
He changed the water several more times before the unicorn fur got cleaned, and then he dried it with magic.
It's only then that the unicorn fur showed its original appearance, the long soft, and smooth white hairs stretching out to their fullest, the warm light flowing constantly as if it were a solidified Mercury build.
The other two main materials would take time to develop, the devil's snare needed to be wait for it to grow a little more, and the willow branches needed to be infused with magic and made more flexible to facilitate the transformation.
Felix estimated that the preparations would not be finished until at least the end of November.
But he could think ahead about how to optimize the magic circuit ...
Time went by and Felix completed the first mass general examination for all five grades - an examination he had promised at the start of the school year.
The weekend before Halloween, he is still busy grading exam papers.
It's a good thing he isn't alone; there's another assistant working overtime with him.
Ten o'clock in the evening.
Hermione covered her mouth and yawned, stealing a glance at Professor Hap.
"Professor, I'm done grading."
Felix looked up, "I have some more here, so go ahead and return. Have a good Halloween party."
Hermione said goodnight and left the office. As she walked, she too had something to look forward to in three days. But it isn't a school party she is planning to attend, it is the 500th anniversary of the death of Gryffindor's ghost, Nearly Headless Nick that she decided to attend.
In the common room, many of the young Gryffindor wizards were still catching up on their homework.
Ron let out a whine, still eight inches short on his Potion paper and a foot short on his History of Magic paper.
"Why do we have to do so much homework before Halloween!"
Ron shouted out the thoughts of a number of the young wizards, who looked on with approval, and then continued to keep their heads down and catch up with their homework.
Hermione sat down next to Harry and Ron and said nonchalantly, "If you guys had finished your homework earlier, you wouldn't have this much trouble."
She is much busier than anyone else; in addition to her homework, she not only had to do her job as an Ancient Magic Rune class Assistant, but she also had to additionally practice magic runes taught by Professor Hap. So far, she has grasped 19 magic runes.
Professor Hap said she would have the opportunity to work independently on an Alchemy item this year.
Ron grimaced, "Stop nagging and hurry up and lend me your History of Magic paper."
"You have to finish your homework yourself!"
"I'm just taking reference, aren't I, Harry?"
Harry nodded his head in a hurry.
Eventually, Hermione lent them her homework.
Over the next two days, the festive atmosphere on campus grew stronger. The rooms were bright and cheerful, despite the pouring rain outside the windows and the ink-like darkness of the sky.
Professor Flitwick decorated the great hall with flying bats, Professor McGonagall morphed huge colourful decorations, and the huge pumpkins Hagrid had planted were finally put to use, carved into hollowed-out lanterns big enough for three to five people to sit inside.
There are whispers around campus circling that Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance troupe to liven up the festivities.
Everyone is looking forward to the party for Halloween day.
Only Harry and Ron were sullen, as Harry had agreed to attend the 500th anniversary of the death of "Nearly Headless " Nick, and Ron had stood by his brother and offered his company.
But the more they saw the great hall decorated with lanterns, the more bitter their smiles became.
This bitterness finally reached its peak on the afternoon of Halloween.
At seven o'clock, the three of them walked straight through the doorway, ready to go to the feast. As they passed by the great hall, it's decorated with lights and candles glowing. Huge pumpkin lanterns, each the size of a carriage, were on display, and some young wizards had already chosen their seats and were talking and laughing.
As Harry pushed his way through the crowd, he even saw one of the twins guiding the ghostly dolls, catching up with one wizard after another, spraying black air in their faces and making ghostly "cackling" noises from the magic golems.
Just the day before, Felix handed out the results and fulfilled his promise that the first-place winner in each grade would receive a customized version of the magic golem, with more power and more "tricks" inside.
The top student in Year 4 is not one of the twins, but Cedric of Hufflepuff - who is a frequent first-place winner. When he was picking his prize, he was fooled by the twins and picked the ghost doll.
He is now sitting with his friend, but his eyes were on a third-year Ravenclaw girl, and he suddenly felt some regret in his heart that he should have chosen a cute little one and given it to this girl ...
Cedric's mind wandered a hundred times, and the path beneath the trio feet winded and twisted as they made their way down, straight to the basement, the sound of joy behind them growing lower and lower, just as they were feeling at the moment.
Through a cold corridor of black candles, they saw "Nearly Headless " Nick standing at the door of one of the chamber to greet his guests, dressed up today in a black velvet cloak.
"Welcome, my dear friends, it's wonderful to have you here ..."
Almost at the same time, Dumbledore also announced the official start of the Halloween party, and the cheers of the young wizards echoed through the great hall.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, their faces eerie in the light of the bluish candlelight, and the three walked in as if they were dead.
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