Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts

by Little Merger

Three years after graduating from Hogwarts, Felix enters the school again. What will happen when Muggle wisdom, innovation and magic come together?

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Three years after graduating from Hogwarts, Felix enters the school again. What will happen when Muggle wisdom, innovation and magic come together? PS1. Professor of ancient magic runes. PS2. Timeline, second year of the golden trio. PS3. MC don't know plot of the HP, other than it's adventure of three friends with 8 movies.

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London, July 1992.

Inside a building in the heart of the West End business district, well-trained white-collar workers are working non-stop, with discussion and keyboard crackling noisily. And in a small, casual meeting room, a serious conversation is taking place.

"Felix, have you really made up your mind? You've been with us for less than a year, but I swear, your talents have been recognized by everyone in the company, and if you stay here, trust me, you'll achieve great things!" A typically middle-aged British man said, with a typical business suit and neatly groomed, slightly curly hair.

A young man around twenty years old, with a handsome appearance and particularly attractive pale blue eyes, seated opposite him. At the moment, Felix smiled, "Chief, I've made up my mind."

The middle-aged man's eyes fixed on Felix for a moment, and seeing that he did not waver in his thoughts, he sighed helplessly, "Alright, you win."

With a gentle smile, Felix stood up, picked up the suit that he had hung on his chair, and shook his hand with the middle-aged man who also stood up. The middle-aged man came forward, opened his arms, and gave him a tight hug, muttering in a small voice, "Every man for himself, no? I think we've lost a potential recruit."

Felix blinked his light blue eyes, "you'll find someone better eventually."

Half an hour later, Felix gathered his things and walked out of the building. As he neared the door, he watched the crowds of people on the street with anticipation.

...

Holding a small suitcase, Felix made his way through the street, occasionally halting to avoid traffic passing by, while he gazed at the brand and style of the car with interest.

"Antique cars, huh~"

His pace is light, and the relatively long walk doesn't tire him out, but rather makes him giddy.

After walking for almost an hour, he finally arrived back at his temporary home, or rather, house, in this city.

As the streets became more familiar, Felix saw more than one familiar face, "Good afternoon! Mrs. Murphy."

"Good afternoon! Mr. Hap."

After responding to some familiar faces, Felix finally arrived in front of his house.

Taking his keys out, he opened the door.

Steps in and closed the door.

"Yah-hoo!" Felix gave a loud happy cry, as he closed his eyes and spread his arms wide, and in that very moment, the mundane house seemed to come to life all of a sudden.

The suitcase broke free from his hands and floated towards the cupboard, its doors opened by itself and on the upper shelf a dozen clothes hovered, its hems slightly lifted so that the suitcase could fit comfortably inside.

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The suit and white shirt automatically slipped off of Felix's body, while the tie jumped off with a wiggle and hung on the horizontal bar of the wardrobe. There, it laid alongside three other exquisite ties of different colours.

The belt around his waist loosened by itself and, as he stepped forward, the blazer separated smoothly with a flick of Felix's hand, a blue silk pyjama set flew out in a flash and fit over him, with a snugly fitted buckle.

Felix snapped his fingers lightly, and light music played. His eyes remained slightly closed. But his hands waved like composers, and there began a tinkling sound in the kitchen, halfway through, a cup of aromatic, steaming coffee floated in front of him.

He swirled the cup and took a sip accompanied by the music, smiling with the utmost satisfaction.

...

Felix Hap was an adult wizard in addition to being a recently departed Freelancer.

He graduated from Hogwarts - the best and only wizarding school in Britain.

Ten years have passed since Felix received his letter of enrolment bearing fancy coats of arms at the orphanage, ten years that have not only allowed him to successfully graduate from Hogwarts but have also transformed him from a young boy into a Mature 21-year-old adult.

"How fast time flies, I've already graduated for three years." Felix sat on the sofa, slightly emotional.

Then he muttered slightly in a low voice, "It's also been 21 years since I crossed over."

That's right, apart from being a working freelancer and a hidden wizard, Felix also had his deepest hidden secret, and that was being a transmigrator.

God knows how surprised and excited he was, who had planned the course of his life, when he received an offer from Hogwarts!

This is a world of Harry Potter!

A magical adventure of Golden Trio!

But alas, they were nowhere near being the same generation.

When he entered Hogwarts, he foolishly asked for information about Harry Potter, only to realize that he was a whole nine years older than him. That is to say, the type of person whom he could not even meet, from the time he enrolled in to the time he graduates.

Felix, who was no fan of Harry Potter, had to admit that he had only a basic knowledge about the plot.

A bit of knowledge, a bit of information.

After all, he couldn't predict the future, would have known he was going to cross over to the real world of magic, and he would have memorized every word of the book in advance!

The only thing that really gave him an idea of the plot was the short videos that sprang up later, as in a specific popular clip.

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And with this, he was able to vaguely string together a plotline.

But trying to remember all the details? That's pure fantasy.

The good thing was that what he truly was interested in is magic, the world of magic that is alive and can be touched and felt. And he got all that.

...

Late evening.

Felix sat at his desk, quietly flipping through a book about magic, the clock ticking away, making his mood somewhat restless, lacking his usual calm.

He was waiting for a letter.

A letter of vital importance!

The hours ticked by, and finally - there came a click-click-click-click from outside the window, and an owl stood silently outside, tapping on the window.

"At last!" Felix's heart raced as he pulled out his wand and waved it gently, opening the window and allowing the owl to fly in.

The owl circled twice above his head, dropped an envelope, landed herself on the desk, and pecked her feathers gently.

Felix quickly picked the envelope up. On the back of the envelope, there was a wax seal, a coat of arms, with a large "H" surrounded by an eagle, a lion, a badger, and a snake.

He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, which read

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Dear Mr Felix Hap.

We are pleased to inform you that your application for a professor job (Muggle Studies) has been accepted, and the interview will take place on 21 July at 10 am, please be prepared in advance.

Also: please enter the school via floo network (location: Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress office), if you prefer any other means, please let us know in advance.

Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

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Felix couldn't help but pump his fist and gulp down the cup of coffee floating on his desk!

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He has been waiting for this day for three years.

Three years, a really long time.

Felix leaned back on his chair, his mind relaxed, with the fragrance of tea, as his memory went back ten years ago.

At that time, he was just a naive 11-year-old kid with aspirations and dreams. He was like an ordinary migrant worker who had just entered the city with big expectations and hope.

Felix admits he's very ambitious, as anyone who has a mature mind and knows some outline of the plot in advance certainly wants to make a living out of it. So it was only logical that he was sorted into Slytherin House.

But this house, where ambition, blood, and pride are the keywords, was not entirely friendly to him. At the time it was less than a year since the fall of the Death Eaters, the remnants of their 'pureblood' philosophy still held out and Slytherin, the home of the Purebloods, was a source of unrest.

The fact that a Muggle orphan was sorted into Slytherin at this time (although one of his parents may have been a pure-blood wizard, which was not impossible given the circumstances) was a shock to them - in fact, cases like Felix's were not uncommon, but rather rare.

If Felix had been just a simple kid or even an ordinary Reincarnator, his seven years of school life would probably have been accompanied by " campus violence", "bullying", "indifference" These are the things that would've probably affected him throughout his life.

But alas, Felix is not just any guy, but a man (boy?) with a golden finger. -- he could, through repeated practice, allow himself to force the power of certain spells he practised to advance beyond his own current theoretical grasp on magic.

Of course, not an unlimited advancement.

For example, if his magic theory level is level 1, then he can make that specific magic spell level up to level 2, or even level 3, the higher the level is, the more difficult it becomes, through repeated, extensive, super-intensive practice.

Although his golden finger isn't incredibly powerful, it helped him get through the initial years of difficulties. Looking back over his first three years in school, it could be considered a masterpiece in the realm of face-Slapping.

Prior to enrolling here, because of his curiosity about magic and certain paranoid delusions of insecurity that belonged exclusively to adults, he spent most of his time mastering two spells, "Petrificus Totalus" and "Protego", in addition to trying some simple spells. These are the two spells he mostly practised, "Petrificus Totalus" and "Protego".

One for attack and one for defense, in line with his neutral mentality while playing games in his previous life.

Comparatively speaking, Petrificus Totalus is an easier one, and after thousands of boring spell-casting sessions, Felix has forcibly pushed it to level 2, while Protego just barely reached level 1 spell-casting stage.

This is a miracle for a person whose theoretical level is almost 0! The wizarding community should have honoured him with an Order of Merlin badge for this feat.

And with a level 2 Petrificus Totalus, Felix fucked over the entire Slytherin first year during his first week as a student, and knocked out a second-year boy who had released a vicious hex against him and left them hanging in the washroom in the cold overnight.

This act had a huge impact, or at least gave a headache to Snape, who had just become the youngest ever Head of Slytherin House.

Snape had to deal with external pressure from other Slytherin House families while dealing with the extremely complex internal conflicts within the House. To be fair, this put Professor Snape's management skills to the test as a newcomer.

Snape's headache was further increased, when Felix flipped the entire second-year class at the end of the first year term, leaving many empty seats at the House Cup night of that year.

As a logical consequence, Felix stayed behind during the school holidays as a Detention for the entire period - and that was exactly what he wanted.

Otherwise, he wondered if some parents would've found him and put some vicious hex on him!

In those circumstances, this was not an empty delusion.

And in the second year, Felix, under Snape's oppression, restrained quite a bit and instead of sending Slytherin students into the infirmary on a large scale, he sent them one by one.

By the end of his third year, Felix became the most powerful student in Slytherin practically, the uncrowned king. The effect of this was remarkable; no one in the whole house had the courage to treat him disrespectfully. Of course, a few people still spout off and threaten to give him a good time outside the school, wherever he hides.

Yes, Felix stayed the whole three years at the school, at most he went to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks, and never visited any other place.

Pathetic school life ...

Of course, there always exists a twist in most stories, and the twist that belongs to Felix is during his fourth year.

In the fourth year holiday, Felix finally walked out of school and took down seven adult wizards who tried to attack him, and sent them to Azkaban on that holiday.

This was kind of big news at the time, but even bigger news came later. At Felix's fifth year entrance night supper, a Pureblood family duel had been proposed against the Shafiq family, which belonged to one of the 28 Sacred Pureblood families.

Felix can still recall the look on the ever Stoic Professor Snape's face as his mouth wide opened and Dumbledore's eyes glazed with amusement!

Caught up in memories, Felix gave a childish smile.

The so-called pureblood family duel is a very old form of dueling in which the members of the families are pitted against each other until one side is completely down or dead!

Even in the most chaotic and disorderly times, such duels were extremely rare. But it has to be admitted that this type of duel existed and was not abolished.

When Felix stood before the only Shafiq in the Slytherin House and shamed the Shafiqs (one of the necessary steps in a family duel) in front of the crowd, slowly with the ancient dueling etiquette, the sixth year Shafiq fell straight to his knees, with his body wobbling.

Even when Headmaster Dumbledore advised him after the party, he did not withdraw his idea about dueling, and he still remembers what he said to Dumbledore at the time, "Headmaster, Shafiq attacked me twice in the summer holidays! Four of them in total! The first time one person, the second time it was three. Do you know what spell they used on me?"

Dumbledore's hair ran white, his eyes were deep with wisdom, but he did not speak.

And Felix said calmly, "It was the one of the Unforgivable Curse, apart from the Avada Kedavra they used the other two curses. Of course, it didn't hit the home, they failed because I used protego. I find it difficult to believe that someone would still attempt such a thing after four years of the fall of the Death Eaters."

Dumbledore said a little wearily, "The Shafiqs aren't Death Eaters - at least not all of them, they're just a family that holds to the philosophy of pureblood ... quite stubbornly."

"But it doesn't make much difference to me, does it? They sent out four guys over the holiday, and as far as I know, the Shafiqs aren't that prosperous, four ... of their family counting the old, young ones, ten more?"

...

The Shafiqs simply can't afford to play, Felix's fighting prowess has been recognized over the summer, and after the four Shafiqs have been sent to Azkaban, there are less than four left to fight!

They could only use their influence to resort to off-board tactics, but it had little effect, as family glory was most important when it came to pure-blood families.

This unfinished duel caused an uproar throughout the British wizarding community, and after a little over half a year of various twists and turns, it ended with the permanent withdrawal of the Shafiq family from the British wizarding community, and the Pureblood family duel, which had existed for almost a thousand years, was officially abolished by law under the influence of some people.

This event, known as the August 7th showdown, was as potent as the fall of Voldemort for some diehard families!

During the fifth year break, Felix paid visits to a handful of pureblood families and, in summary, achieved a friendly meeting and reached an amicable consensus on certain issues.

Felix was relieved that the Purebloods were reasonable too!

During his last two years at Hogwarts, Felix became harmless and explored the mysteries of magic. The rest of his time at Hogwarts was a comfortable one, and the little Slytherin were very well-behaved, until he requested to remain at the school to teach, which Dumbledore refused on the grounds that he was too young.

To sum up, he had had a pretty good seven years of school life.

Of course, Professor Snape didn't necessarily think so, and according to the latest Hogwarts gossip, a certain professor's bad character had something to do with a nasty student he had taught in his early years!

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July 21, 10 am.

Felix, in an formal dress wear, stands in front of the fireplace, as he sprinkles a handful of Floo powder and said "Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress's Office".

Professor McGonagall had a stern look on her face as she sorted through the school's files in the Deputy Headmistress's office.

The Professor of Transfiguration, who is known for her stern face, is in a good mood at this moment. Gryffindor House had won the long-awaited House Cup in the previous academic year, which kept the happy mood of the Head of Gryffindor House alive.

"Puff!"

A pale green flame flashed from the fireplace and a handsome, refined young man walked out of it.

Felix looked around him and saw that nothing has changed, it's been a long time!. He smiled gently at McGonagall, "Hello Professor McGonagall, it's been a long time."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, which meant that her mood was rapidly changing for the worse, or to the work mode, "Long time no see, Felix."

Professor McGonagall also taught him once, being one of his professors. She had mixed feelings about this great student, certainly not the kind of mixed feelings Professor Snape has.

Before their long-awaited House Cup, Gryffindor lost seven times in a row, and that history had much to do with Felix.

Apart from the first three years, when Felix had to fight back because of the poor learning environment, he had been exposed to, and therefore lost a lot of points, after that he finally seemed to realize that he himself in fact a Slytherin student and should be fighting for the honour of the house. Following years in which he managed to mingle with the young snakes effectively.

The next few years can be described as, "Glory to Slytherin".

...

Felix stepped forward and glanced at his pocket watch, "I hope I didn't miss the interview."

Professor McGonagall, whose flashback was interrupted, stood up and led him to the Headmaster's office, "Chocolate frog." She recited the password and escorted Felix in. Before she left, she remarked, "Your books are very good, you seem to have spent the last three years very well."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." He froze for a moment, smiled, and then walked up the steps.

All his three years after graduation hadn't been for anything. Especially after his first unsuccessful job application, he pondered over it, suspecting that he had been too raw as a student, and followed Headmaster Dumbledore's advice to "travel more and see more."

He spent a year travelling around the Wizarding World and the remaining two years working, um, studying Muggles.

The results are remarkable, Three books in three years, two on muggle studies and one on ancient magic runes.

He also amassed a considerable fortune.

After walking up the lengthy staircase, Felix entered the Headmaster's office, which was filled with books, artefacts, and portraits of successive Hogwarts Headmasters on the wall.

On the side of the Headmaster's desk, a phoenix rests with its eyes closed.

Dumbledore is studying something and the office is quiet.

"Good morning, Headmaster Dumbledore." Felix greeted out loud. With his words, the room came to life.

The portraits of the headmasters opened their eyes and looked at Felix, pointing and whispering.

One of the portraits exaggerated, "Ha! The best Slytherin is here!"

The man in that portrait, with his goatee and slender eyebrows and wearing the robes of Slytherin, is Phineas Black, voted as the least popular Headmaster of Hogwarts by the students, also from Slytherin.

Felix gave a very graceful bow.

At this point, Headmaster Dumbledore finally looked up, his appearance very different from the norm, with a silvery-white beard that trailed down to his chest, unkempt robes, and with a pair of crescent-shaped eyes.

But his eyes were very bright, his blue pupils gleaming with light.

Felix stood lost in thought, time had not left many traces on this old man, and yet it seemed to have left too many.

"Ah, ah! It's Felix," Dumbledore rose to his feet and came striding forward, his movements measured, "I've been waiting for your arrival."

Felix shook the Headmaster's hand with a certain amount of formality, after all, he had come to the door to ask for a job and had been turned down three times so far.

The two sat down in their seats, Dumbledore gazing at him through the thin glass while waving his wand, "What can I get you? Pumpkin juice? Tea?" Then with a wink, "I also have some fresh butterbeer here."

"A cup of tea, please."

Dumbledore waved his wand and a cup of steaming tea floated to him, Felix took a sip. A bitter taste washed over him, it is an antique tea. The headmaster seemed to be not drinking much tea in general.

"Sibyl gave me this tea. I can't taste it personally, but she said it came from the far east."

Liar!

Felix swore, at least one of you two is a liar.

After a cup of tea, the conversation got down to business.

"Felix, you've done an excellent job over the last year. I've been reading your books and I have to say, you've been very innovative and have a very in-depth ... view of muggle studies, which has given this old man a lot of ideas."

Felix smiled, "Thanks to your advice, the world of muggles is a wonderful place, especially in the last few decades, they have developed very quickly. As for the writings ... perhaps it is because I was raised as a muggle myself and have a deep understanding of them further."

Dumbledore shook his head, "Birth doesn't take away your efforts, there are many people in the wizarding world who are muggle-born, but they are not exactly experts in muggle studies, at best they have a better knowledge of some common sense, but that is far from knowing them."

Of course, because I was a pure Muggle in my past life.

Dumbledore waved his wand and out of his desk flew a book entitled The History of the Muggle Wars: From a Million Years Ago, one of Felix's books. Speaking about the Muggles raise through the Ages, written by Felix, and it dawned to him that Dumbledore had just been reading his book.

"It's very inspiring to me, I've read it more than once, especially when you look at the history of technology - that's a term, isn't it? The history of technology, how the Muggles have gone from being a beast to what they are now, over millions of years. A marvel, I must say."

"You also pointed out the rapid leaps in technology that the Muggles have made at intervals, with shorter and shorter intervals, and even predicted that the next leap was not far away - very enlightening!" Dumbledore was full of praise for this book.

Felix said modestly, " This idea wasn't pioneered by me, in fact, many sociologists from the Muggle world, oh, that is, scholars of Muggles who study about Muggles, have given me a lot of help with their writings."

Dumbledore said calmly, "Many Muggles are equally intelligent, but few in the wizarding world acknowledge that."

"I agree with you on that, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore then blinked, seemingly skipping over the subject, and said amusingly, "So you must have read a lot of Muggle books? Frankly, a lot of my Christmas presents are books, and they seem to think that I prefer them. In fact, I've read most of them, and I prefer a pair of wool socks over them."

"Of course, if it's a book from the muggle world, I don't think I'd turn it down."

A clear hint ...

At least he knows what to get as Christmas presents ...

"Yes, although they don't have magic, some of them are willing to spend more than a decade to complete a book that is devoted to a certain problem, or a theory." Felix softly said, "It's very difficult. And for that reason, it's very precious."

Dumbledore got somewhat relieved, "It seems you have really gained a lot in these past few years." Then a question came out of nowhere, "So why do you still insist on teaching at Hogwarts?"

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Felix seemed to be slightly puzzled and asked, " What do you mean? I don't get it, Headmaster?"

Dumbledore placed his hands in front of him with a questioning gaze, "I mean, you have a great future ahead of you, but you keep on insisting on returning to Hogwarts! I want to know why."

The Headmaster's implication was clear, you've already made a name for yourself, and in the three years since you graduated, you've written three books, each of them quite brilliant. The two Muggle Studies books didn't sell much - at least compared to the other professor he was interviewing with, who is also an author the sales are low, as the two books didn't sell much better.

But there is no denying that the influence of these two books is so widespread that a book: The History of the Muggle Wars: From a Million Years Ago, and the other one, How Muggles Think, has become the guiding books for most of the world's wizarding departments dealing with Muggles issues.

At least Dumbledore had discussed some contents of the books with two of his friends, both among one who works as head of the Division for the Prohibition of Muggle Abuse and the other one is a member of the Wizengamot, both were equally enthusiastic about the two books.

Felix thought for a moment and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, I am very attached to Hogwarts, it is my home, and it makes me feel close to it! Besides, I'd love to teach students, it's a very fulfilling thing to do ..."

Dumbledore interrupted, his azure eyes full of brilliance that it's impossible to tell this is the gaze of a hundred-year-old man. "We both know that's not true, I want to know what you really think, it's important, it's about whether you'll get the teaching job or not."

Felix felt slightly embarrassed. He subconsciously used the Occlumency, but stopped it Halfway.

This is not a wise decision. Occlumency isn't foolproof, especially when you were the one at the lower level, let alone against one of the greatest wizard of the century.

It's a good thing he'd planned ahead and made some small preparations for this in advance.

For example, a few drops of elixir.

After a couple of seconds of contemplation, he decided to follow his instincts and "tell it like this".

Felix finally spoke up and said sincerely, "To delve deeper into the mysteries of magic."

Dumbledore bowed his head and looked like he is listening.

"Headmaster, you have been my headmaster from the time I was enrolled to the time I graduated, so you should have some idea of what I have been through. I spent a lot of time in the practical aspects of magic before my fifth year in order to deal with some trouble, and neglected some theoretical aspects." It's true, he was always very uptight in order not to get beaten up and bashed around a bit.

"At that time I was seeking power, the power of a single spell, but I was wrong, and it wasn't until my last two years at school when I finally had the time to indulge in the mysteries of magic, that I realized what I had missed." It was also true that while his golden fingers had helped him to become powerful quickly, it also led him in the wrong direction - a one-sided pursuit of magical prowess at the expense of the theory behind it.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his tone becoming gentle again, but with a touch of curiosity, "So, you're researching ancient magic runes?"

It was not difficult to guess, after all, Felix's three books, apart from Muggle Studies, consisted of the Exploration of Ancient Magic Runes. Muggle Studies, on the other hand, could not be described as the study of magic.

"That's right! The more you delve into magic, the more you can't get away from ancient Magic Runes, especially when you need to trace the origins of the magic, so you need to research ancient magic. I only realized this in sixth seventh year, but unfortunately, I only got an A in Ancient Rune on my OWLs, so I couldn't pursue it further and had to study on my own." This is even more true, and was a mistake made by Felix in his youthful ignorance.

Felix continued, under the influence of the Felix Felicis his instincts were acute, and his words became smoother, "I do have a personal interest, Hogwarts has the largest library in the world and there are many books on Ancient Magic Runes in it."

"But the books on the market-"

"I've read all the books on the market, and unfortunately they are mostly theory and not much practical - they seem to treat Ancient Runes as a mere language, used only to translate the manuscripts of their predecessors. And in the process of studying Muggles, I had the unexpected inspiration of trying to combine the two! As you know, ancient magic Runes are essential knowledge for alchemy as well."

Dumbledore was intrigued, "You mean - if I'm not mistaken - that you want to combine alchemy and the muggle stuff?"

Felix looked a little enthusiastic as he spoke eloquently, "Yes, but this is only an initial stage, which is to transform muggle items into magical products. An air Conditioner, for example, is a cooling device that keeps the room temperature at a comfortable range. Muggles need to be powered by electricity - that is, a form of energy - and the conversion to a magical artefact is much simpler, with a freezing charm at its core, plus a detection spell."

"Of course, there is the issue of stability to consider, and that requires the use of ancient magic runes."

"And what I'm working on now is a further step, combining the wisdom of the muggle with the Magic of the wizard. You know, Muggles always have a lot of strange ideas, and it's hard to turn some of their ideas into reality, but when you add magic to the mix, it's easy to do!"

Dumbledore nodded and commented, "The first step is to transform, the second step to creating a brilliant idea."

The two of them discussed the subject for a long time, and it was only after three hours that Dumbledore snapped out of it. He had indeed just been unconsciously immersed in a discussion with Felix, arguably one of the most remarkable students he had come across in the last few decades.

Especially after three years of study at his own suggestion, the student had burst into flames!

Even though he is a Slytherin.

Unfortunately, he is a Slytherin!

Dumbledore was silent, he wavered, and time seemed to have travelled back fifty years in an instant.

The resemblance, the resemblance seemed too great!

The same Muggle Orphans, the same Slytherin, the same good and gentle manners, the same obsession with power, how could he choose?

If only he hadn't forced that boy to admit his mistake for using Fiendfyre, if only he had cared more, or even if he had discovered his evil ambition earlier, perhaps there wouldn't have been such a horrible Dark Lord.

And what about now?

It seemed that he had the identical choice in front of him.

The old man is in a trance. He looked across the table at the young, handsome, outstanding student and seemed to see the shadow of another person.

Voldemort!

On the other side of the table, Felix looked puzzled. I am telling the truth, albeit selectively. I'm telling the truth, and we've just had a good conversation, why is Dumbledore acting all complicated and glum?

What did he say wrong?

Did it prick him?

What the hell is going on?

Felix got a headache!

In the Headmaster's office, silence once again reigned.

After a long time, Dumbledore seemed to come back to his senses and he had already made up his mind.

Dumbledore weighed his words, "I'm sorry, Felix, Professor Burbage has not thought of retiring ..."

Felix wore a disappointed expression.

"But," Dumbledore began quickly, "I can see that you are very good in ancient Magic runes."

"Yes, Headmaster." Felix thought of something and held back the flicker of hope that had risen in his heart as he looked at Dumbledore with dull eyes.

The old man in front of him did not deliberately play coy and stated his thoughts straightforwardly, "I would like you to teach Ancient Runes, I wonder if you are interested?"

"Of course I do!" Felix blurted out and then slowed down: "Yes, I do. But, Professor Babbling ..."

"Ah, Bathsheda," Dumbledore seemed to mutter with a lament before explaining, "she has been in service at Hogwarts for over fifty years, and for the past few years she has been hoping to take a sabbatical for a while to see how the world has changed."

"A sabbatical? Are you suggesting that I should fill in for the Ancient Magic Runes class temporarily as a substitute? Is it for an academic year? Or a semester?" Felix frowned slightly, this was not what he desired.

Hogwarts is rich in books, and becoming a professor at the school would come with many advantages. He didn't want just a year and a half, but at least a minimum of five to ten years required, right?

Dumbledore is amused, his silvery beard fluttering as he pointed out with a straight face, "Felix, Professor Babbling is not a normal wizard, she has a magical bloodline which lets her see time differently than we do."

Magical bloodline? Felix recalled Professor Babbling's appearance, which seemed to have remained unchanged from the time he enrolled, to the time he graduated ...

Could it be because she is of mixed blood? A mix of another humanoid race?

It is possible, there was no shortage of them in the Wizarding World, the most common hybrid races were humans with giants, dwarves, and fey. As far as he knew, there was more than one in the school.

Before he could come to a conclusion, he heard Dumbledore say, " As far as Professor Babbling is concerned, it is not unusual for her to take a sabbatical of ten or twenty years. In fact, when she complained to me about the lack of sabbaticals, she recommended a few candidates to replace her, and among them, there was you, Felix."

It dawned upon Felix that he had a pretty good relationship with this professor; although he had been unable to take Ancient Runes in his sixth or seventh year, he had always consulted her during his subsequent self-study and had never stopped writing to her even after graduation.

Apart from Dumbledore, the only professor who kept in touch with him after graduation is Professor Babbling.

Professor Dumbledore added: "Your presence here will make Professor Babbling very happy, she has so many desires to fulfil over the years that she has almost filled a parchment scroll ."

Felix, of course, nodded his head in agreement at the prospect of such a nice offer.

As he walked out of the headmaster's office, Felix breathed a long sigh of relief. Finally, he had returned to this place again.

Hogwarts, the centre of the British wizarding world. This time, as a professor.

He returned to Professor McGonagall's office to see a phoenix Patronus dissipate, and it dawned on him that Dumbledore had informed Professor McGonagall of the result through the Patronus.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall lifted her glasses slightly, "I have received a message from Dumbledore, Felix, no, I should call you Professor Hap from now on."

"You can still call me Felix, I will always be your student."

Professor McGonagall grunted slightly, "Professor Snape won't be happy about this."

Felix scratched his head, he had made Snape very angry back then. McGonagall quickly skipped the subject, and with a wave of her wand, a dozen pieces of parchment flew out of a large cabinet in her office, smoothed into a neat stack, showing the stern and serious nature of its owner.

"These are your class schedules, student lists, obligations, and privileges. Supplies, and anything else I personally think you'll need for the class. The most urgent question, of course, is whether the textbooks need to be changed?"

"Textbooks?" Felix was slightly puzzled.

"That's right, the textbooks." McGonagall repeated, "Many professors have their own teaching philosophies, and Hogwarts encourages this principle, so they can decide for themselves how they teach their class, the ratio of theories to practicals, and of course, the selection of the teaching materials."

McGonagall gave him a look, "I learned that you also wrote a book about ancient Magic runes."

Felix understood, considering for a moment, but he decided not to change it. "Professor Babbling's textbook is just perfect, I acquired a lot out of it when I was in the school."

"All right." Professor McGonagall seemed unconcerned by this move, but Felix heard her mutter something softly which was too quiet for him to hear, but it seemed to involve another professor.

"If only ... professors could be like that ..."

It isn't nice for Felix to ask about it, as a budding professor, he didn't want to make more trouble before he officially hired.

As a Slytherin, he has a very strong sense of purpose in his behaviour.

Professor McGonagall looked up at Felix, who was not budging, and said, "Professor Hap, you can go now. We will send you a formal letter of appointment and entry date in the post, and if there is any additional information, it will also be enclosed."

Felix smiled, "Professor McGonagall, I would like some more time to prepare. As you know, I am still very young, although I have little experience in the field of magic, and I have no relevant experience in teaching; you are very experienced in this field, and I would greatly need your guidance in this regard."

I don't know if it is an illusion or not, but Felix noticed that Professor McGonagall seemed to smile a little, or of course, it could have been a twitch at the corner of her lips, as they say that people who are always stone-faced are prone to have a facial paralysis.

Felix's mind was spinning with nonsensical thoughts.

"Felix, you're always so polite." McGonagall seemed impressed, And courteously ceased her work at hand, "What do you want to know?"

"I'd like to start by looking at student information, such as academic results, the number of students in each year at each house, some of the best or very famous young wizards, and it would be nice to have a review of each of them."

Professor McGonagall gave him a look and waved her wand silently, the door of the large cupboard opened with a crack, and out of it flew a flurry of parchment scrolls, Felix hastily pulled out his wand and with a flick of it, one quill on the table turned into a long table.

Professor McGonagall responded and stacked the scrolls on the table, "Excellent Transfiguration."

"I couldn't have done it without your teaching," Felix said humbly.

"I remember your first three years, you didn't get a lot of credit in your Transfiguration."

Felix feels a bit embarrassed, as he was so busy fighting the little snakes of 7th Year that he didn't even have enough time to practice something other than some magic spells every day, so he didn't have time to focus on Transfiguration, which was the reason.

It was only later that he picked up Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall didn't dwell on his grades because she is well aware of Felix's situation at the time and, to be honest, she had always had a problem with the use of the Sorting Hat for sorting and had always believed, for a long time, that Felix should have been sorted into Gryffindor.

For all his reckless, ahem, bravery, who would believe that he isn't a Gryffindor!

Even among the young lions, he's the most reckless one!

"Here's the information you asked for, but there's no evaluation. About some of the best little wizards, I can only stand by my side and name some from the Gryffindor House."

"That's useful too." Felix wasn't picky.

"Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley in the sixth year, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson in the fourth year, Hermione Granger in the second year," then McGonagall pursed her lips, "and of course the Weasley twins, Fred and George, for goodness' sake, if they put half of their Mischief efforts on their studies ..."

"Is that all? I remember the famous Harry Potter attending too, isn't he in Gryffindor?" Felix was somewhat curious, the name had thundered through him in his past and present life.

"Harry ..." I could see that the name is entangling her even more.

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What kind of person is Harry Potter?

Professor McGonagall is definitely one of the most qualified people to answer this question, and it is fair to say that, except for a certain unnamed Potion professor, the other members of the Faculty have a good opinion of Harry.

He is sincere, polite, and has a sense of justice, but on the other hand, he is also "slightly" impulsive and reckless - which is not entirely a bad thing, and at least fits the profile of a young lion.

But these are all just character assessments if you look at his academic performance ...

I can only say that we can't go into more detail! If you want to go into detail, you can only say that he has a lot of potential!

It's exactly the same as what some teachers used to say at parent-teacher meetings in his previous life.

Finally, Professor McGonagall described Harry this way, "Harry is a very friendly little wizard and plays Quidditch very well."

I asked you what subject he specialized in, and you tell me he's friendly? Is there nothing else to brag about besides that?

But he's good at Quidditch ... and he seems to have a natural aptitude for athletics!

To be honest, Felix feels quite envious. Not for being a star figure on the Quidditch pitch, but in his opinion, a person with good athletic talent is at least have half a dueling talent.

What did dueling depend on? Spell power, spellcasting skill, mentality, experience, and reflexes.

He has all the first four attributes, but the last one, reflexes, is just average, although he is not that slow and not that fast either. But don't think that Felix is weak. With his golden fingers, his spells are far more powerful than they should be.

As early as the end of the fourth year, he was able to stand toe-to-toe with three adult wizards and force his way through their defences.

Not to mention his current self.

If we take an unnamed potion professor as an example, Felix's magic theory may be a little behind due to his age, but his spells are definitely more powerful than the others.

And this is all because he has spent his days and nights working on it!

He practiced the main attack spell 10,000 times, can you believe it? Take one of his most powerful attack spells, " Petrificus Totalus ", as an example, this spell is the first spell he contacts with, and now he rates it as his top 6 spells, but he can't break through to level 7 at present.

No matter what, it's simply impossible for him to move on further due to his lack of magic knowledge.

But what does a level 6 spell mean? Just two years ago, with two-level 6 spells and a little skill, he took down seven of the most powerful wizards in the US wizardry side in a flash!

His unparalleled skillfulness and the sheer power of his spells are what Felix has to say about himself.

It was because Felix had crossed two levels at the end of his fourth year and mastered two level 6 spells that he had the strength to face the outside world with confidence.

Felix is somewhat saddened that if he had been able to react well, he might not have needed to get this high-level in a spell. If only he had better reflexes, maybe he wouldn't need to resort to using elixir to master his skills.

But it's a good thing that he spent the three years after graduating not for nothing, and he has developed a new form of magic for himself.

Felix would like to thank all those dark wizards who have made such an indelible contribution to his wizardry endeavours!

Thank you for putting your lives on the line.

...

Felix sat on the other side of the table, flipping through the information provided by Professor McGonagall, occasionally transcribing data and recording statistics - something he had been doing for two years in the Muggle world.

He had worked for three companies in the last two years, and each time he quit, the companies were reluctant to let him go, and not because he had cast a hypnosis spell!

In the afternoon, Felix and Professor McGonagall enjoyed their afternoon tea together, during which Felix asked a question.

"Assistant Professor?" McGonagall felt slightly puzzled.

"It's just an assistant, which can be defined as someone who assists the professor with miscellaneous tasks such as organizing research materials, marking papers, supervising exams, auditioning for lectures, and that sort of thing." Felix corrected. "Of course, there's no shortage of little perks."

Professor McGonagall understood a little, and she rolled her eyes slightly. I think you're just trying to be lazy!

As Professor Snape said, "That Felix is a standard Slytherin!" He just got a teaching job, and he's already trying to avoid his work!

"I don't think it's right for a professor to throw his work to the students." Professor McGonagall said sternly, pursing her lips.

"Professor McGonagall, you misunderstand me, I am actually trying to train good students."

Professor McGonagall had a look on her face that said, "You're not going to fool me".

"It's true. I don't intend to set up my own club in my first year, after all, I need some time to familiarize myself with teaching and the environment."

A Club is a place where certain professors invite a group of students from each house who have excelled enough in their courses to get together and study magic.

It's called a "club".

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club, for example, held occasional events to learn about techniques and tricks that wouldn't be covered in lectures or exams.

Professor McGonagall nodded, precisely because Felix is a newcomer, and she hasn't mentioned this to him yet.

"So you're saying that you want to find talents early? Preparing for next year's club?" McGonagall asked.

"That's right!"

Professor McGonagall looked down and thought about it, thinking that this could be done and that it would have many benefits for the students, and just a few extra pointers alone would be enough to attract the top students - as the only outstanding graduate with a dominant rank in the last few decades, Felix was more than qualified.

As for some academic dregs? Who cares what those dregs think? It has nothing to do with those academic scums!

There are no scums in any professor's club.

"So, what are your criteria?" Professor McGonagall enquired, as such opportunities did not often come along, and she was prepared to use her power for personal gain, no, to give preference to the talents of her own house.

Felix thought about it and roughly conveyed a few things, "Well ... first, active learners, that is, people who are willing to take the initiative to learn and are very eager for knowledge, secondly, well, the memory should be very good, and thirdly ... the year level should not be too high, after all This is my first assistant, so I'd like to spend some time training him or her."

"By the way, the result of the ancient magic rune is not important, I have special teaching tricks." He added.

Felix thought about it again and decided that is pretty much all that he needed.

In reality, he was looking for a toolman to help him with all sorts of chores. But there were levels for toolmen, and a low-level rubbish toolman was not quite that useful for his magic work.

A low-level toolman is not as useful as a wizard toolman, but a tool from a student is different. Not only is it easy to use, but with a little training, it can be developed into a teaching assistant, a magic research assistant, or even a co-partner.

Professor McGonagall didn't even want to think about it, and quickly went through the list of little lions in her house through her mind. Wood is no good, his time clashed with Quidditch; Percy is good, but he is already in the fifth year and had OWLs to prepare for this year ...

The Weasley twins? They'll be sent away after a couple of days! But those two do have potential ...

Then, a name popped into her head.

"You mean Hermione Granger?" Felix got a little surprised, the name seemed to be one of the golden trios, right?

The same year as Harry Potter, so she is only second-year, right?

"Yes, she fits your requirements almost perfectly - love for knowledge, excellent memory, not too advanced in years." Professor McGonagall spoke kindly, she has a soft spot for Miss Granger, as there is a rumour circulating around about one of Granger's nicknames is 'Little McGonagall'.

Seeing that Felix seemed a little hesitant, Professor McGonagall recommended the Weasley twins, but told him in advance of their awful pranking habits.

"I'll have a chat with them when school begins." Felix didn't make up his mind at the end of the day.

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After reading the materials, Felix bid farewell and Left.

On his way back, he stopped by Diagon Alley and picked up two sets of 3rd Year to 7th Year ancient magic Rune textbooks from Flourish and Blotts bookshop. One set is brand new and the other is a 'gem' that he has spent a lot of time picking out from the pile of old books.

The old textbooks came from a group of students with different handwriting but with uniformly detailed notes, and he thought he could use them as a reference for teaching the students.

The next day, he embarked on an intense course preparation workout, starting by looking through the textbooks - which was surprisingly easy!

Professor Babbling, as an expert in ancient magic runes, picked materials that were distinctive: they were mainly based on the current mainstream viewpoint, but with a certain percentage of practical magic runes thrown in.

The current mainstream view is that ancient magic runes are ancient scripts, used by ancient wizards to record magic, and modern researchers are tasked with translating what is still left of those Materials.

This is only part of the truth, but in fact, as a name suggest 'Ancient Scripts', has a very long history - in the distant past, it was used to carry the mystical symbols of wizards, and which was widely used in both ancient magic and ancient alchemy. It was used across the world in various forms.

And it was that ancient magic runes that Felix sought out in order to find the truth to the ultimate way.

He then went through the notes of a few old students, and the parts of key points, their thought process, and problems solving were very inspiring to him - it helped him to understand how the young wizards viewed the subject.

That's why he likes the academic top scorers - after all, things fit together.

With the notes from the model students and the syllabus he had received from Professor McGonagall, he already has a clear vision of what he needs to teach.

The next step is to consider the style of teaching.

Although he already got the teaching job that he had been waiting for, and the thousand-year-old Hogwarts collection is once again at his disposal, still, he knows as a legendary graduate, and he couldn't return to his alma mater to be criticized for his poor teaching, could he?

He couldn't afford to be embarrassed for this! He doesn't want to be accused of being a bad teacher.

"What should I do to attract their interest?" Felix thought about it over and over again, and the first idea that popped into his mind is Quiz.

At this point, he knew that he was not alone in this quest! In his past and present lives, the psychological shadow caused by many of these type of tests has hunted him.

A strange "Jie Jie" laugh came from within the room.

Back to the subject, Felix took out a piece of parchment and wrote the words "Quiz Worksheet" on it, which immediately led into two branches, one being the pros, with the words " quick consolidation of knowledge", and the other branch representing the cons, with the words "easy to cheat".

Felix, of course, needs to make a name for himself, but he also knows the standard of the little wizards out there - and he needs to take it easy if he doesn't want to overtake Professor Binns as the "most unpopular professor".

"The key is to be interesting and informative, but interesting is the opposite of what Quiz Worksheet can be ..." Felix murmured, "Maybe I can make them write a diary and mini-essay in ancient magic runes."

Time passes quickly amidst these thoughts ...

"Final exams are also very important, so I might consider adding a practical section."

Ancient magic runes is inherently boring, but it is actually essential knowledge for delving into the mysteries of magic, linked at one end to ancient magic and at the other to ancient alchemy.

The former represents great power and the latter represents the once glorious, wonderful creations.

"Ancient magic is not desirable, I can't even control it myself now. But using what they've already learned to create, or at least repair, a piece of alchemy is a feasible idea. ..." Felix went into some sort of 'brainstorm', thoughts and inspirations bursting forth, the quill on his desk moving rapidly. As the quill on the table fluttered and twirled, it created a trail of shadows.

By late afternoon, Felix had completed the initial design of the course.

"Not bad from me." He looked at his work with satisfaction: three sheets of parchment densely covered with text and flow charts.

The only question left is what kind of artefacts to use as the teaching aid.

This proved to be a difficult task, as Felix did not intend to prepare five artefacts for the grades he teaches from three to seven - it would be too much trouble and would occupy his reading time.

Instead, he was going to choose an appropriate product and divide it into different difficulty levels.

For example, in Year 3, you will only have to complete a few things such as linking, looping, balancing, and coordinating, similar to the physics experiment of connecting wires and switching on and off switchboards in the item.

As for Year 7, I'm not asking them to build a rocket, but it's not that hard for them to build a cart, right?

"What should the object be? First, it can't be too simple, otherwise, it's impossible to distinguish the difficulty; but it can't be too complicated either, otherwise, I'd be exhausted as well."

There should be 800, if not a thousand, young wizards at Hogwarts, and even if only a third of them chose ancient magic runes, it would be an unbearable amount of work for someone, who wanted to be "innovative in his teaching".

Felix had a headache trying to strike a balance between "efficiency" and "quality" ...

For three days in a row, Felix searched his book collection, but could not find the right starting point.

"There are so few ancient magic books on the market, and even fewer with a practical focus!" Felix wailed in his heart, which made him long for the Hogwarts collection more and more.

It would be his OnePiece!

Felix had heard all sorts of strange legends when he was at school, such as the four founding heads of Hogwarts each leaving behind mysterious legacies, but it occurred to him that if he could master all the magical knowledge in the library, he would be no less accomplished than any of the Big Four.

The greatest treasure is right in front of them, and yet most people were blind to it!

It was only after he had missed it that he realized what he wanted - why else would he have been planning to return to Hogwarts for years? Why else would he have been plotting in the past few years to get back to Hogwarts?

With nothing to find, Felix walked out of his house and prepared to take a walk.

"Mr. Hap, I haven't seen you for a few days!" An elegant lady met him by chance.

"Linda, I've been busy preparing for the new job."

"You've found a job already?"

...

After a short conversation, the lady left with a slight reluctance.

It must be mentioned that Felix's gentle personality and attractive looks have always made him popular with his neighbours.

The streets of London's Western Quarter.

Felix wandered around aimlessly, looking like a world apart from the busy pedestrians on the road.

Though that's not a bad way to phrase it.

In the middle of his walk, Felix passed by a dental clinic and, looking at the clean and tidy front of the dentist's place, his eyes paused and a thought that had been on his mind for a long time resurfaced.

No hurry, let's come back in a few days.

As he walked on, he finally stopped in front of a children's activity room and, hearing the familiar words "yo fakkin' da" and "dog sene", Felix walked in by accident.

Inside, the light is slightly dim, and a half-dozen teenagers are frantically tapping buttons, tirelessly shaking joysticks, and mouthing bizarre words like " ha-ha-ha".

Fighting games, huh?

Felix feels like he has been returned to his childhood, not this one, but his past life one, of course. The familiar characters on the screen made him feel close to them, especially the poorly costumed girl characters.

"Fireman's skill is so cool!!!"

"Ice Girl's move is FULL SCREEN, what do you know!"

Felix laughed in silence.

He is about to turn around and leave when a flash of inspiration hit him... Wait, what is that?

Fighting?

A fighter? Yes, hand-to-hand one!

Felix's eyes lit up, he had finally found something that is complex enough for five grades, but not too difficult. Why not a gadget? No, why not a magic golem?

He had been thinking about it all along, and he could finally put an end to it.

A recreated of some characters from the fighting games, using ancient magic runes circuits as a template!

This kind of magical golem( hand-sized one) is acceptable for children in the wizarding world, and there is no psychological barrier for the little muggle wizard.

As for the difficulty level, it is easily adjustable. For third and fourth-year students, he can just give them a complete magic golem, leaving some nodes and branching structures for them to complete.

For the senior students, they need to complete at least one functional structure by themselves.

The more Felix thought about it, the more excited he became... he could even start a battle of the knights!

After all, children in the wizarding world are so miserable and the entertainment is so uninteresting, what is so great about Quidditch?

He couldn't stand Quidditch, and it wasn't because he had failed his first class in flying!

A image came to Felix's mind.

Two students facing each other, each holding a palm-sized magical golem in their hands, in a classic dueling pose.

Let's have a tense and exciting magic duel!

The corners of Felix's mouth curled up in anticipation.

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What does it take to make a 'real' magic golem?

First of all, what is a magic golem? Simply put, it's a guardian of the house. As far as Felix knows, there are many stone golems at Hogwarts, which are extremely complex to craft and have survived for thousands of years, ensuring the safety of Hogwarts.

But for teaching purposes, there is no need to be so demanding.

Good clay, the right amount of dragon dung, and some blood from a magical creature - dragon blood is best, of course, but as far as teaching aids are concerned, they'll have to be cheap.

But he could get himself some high-level battle golems for his personal collection ...

Felix quickly submitted an application to Professor McGonagall, and after some complicated communication, Professor McGonagall finally agreed to his idea and let him try it out.

A formal letter of employment was sent with that letter, along with a small bag of golden galleons.

Felix quickly gathered the materials for the student version of the magic golem, digging the clay himself and scavenging dragon dung and blood of magical creatures from the black market. He then spent the next three days travelling around Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, as well as a few different wizarding black markets around the world, before finally assembling the high-level materials for his own "refined" version of the magic golem.

Afterward, Felix wrote to his "Dear" old Slytherin classmates and borrowed a temporary loan of house-elves from their home to create a magical version of an assembly line.

Felix emptied a room and cast a spell to Undetectable Extension Charm, transforming it into a big square room.

In front of him, a row of house-elves standing straight.

"Gentlemen, I'm counting on you!" After Felix had demonstrated how the golem models were made, he took a step back and delegated the tasks.

As for him, he is busy himself! As well as redesigning his own 'refined' battle golem, adding all sorts of restrictive and powerful enchantment circuits to it, he also has to keep the house-elves well-fed so that they can concentrate on their work.

Felix is not just talking out of his arse, as testified by the house elves: "Mr Hap is really great!" xN

Time slipped away, and before we knew it, half a month had passed.

Felix looked at the hundreds of models of magical golems with great satisfaction, even though they did not have a single magical circuit and could barely be considered as a rough piece.

But that is enough for now.

On the occasion of their farewell, Felix prepared a sumptuous farewell dinner for the house-elves.

"That was very generous of you sir!" xN

After another wave of thanks, Felix sent the 'volunteer labours' away.

For the next week, Felix began to carve ancient magic runes of varying degrees of difficulty, according to the number of people in each grade, while using reinforcement enchantments to prevent damage - after all, it's all worth money!

Felix worked himself to death to get it done.

"I'll never do that again! I'm so tired!"

Felix felt drained and pale, but his understanding of ancient magic runes had taken a big step forward.

At random, he picked up a half-finished magic golem, a palm-sized (about half a foot) humanoid golem that looked like a young man of proportionate size, dressed in a Japanese school uniform and wearing a pair of black gloves with exposed fingers and a golden sun emblem embedded on the back of both the gloves on the top.

After a few minutes of filling up the ancient magic rune circuit, he waved his wand and the golem immediately moved.

First, it moved its arms and legs as an experiment, kicking and punching, then it raised its index finger in a classic pose, paused for a few seconds, and then swung its arm violently, sending a ball sized flame following the predetermined ancient magic rune circuit, flying half a meter from its finger ...

"Heh heh heh ..."

Felix's magical golem, although inspired by a fighting game, is not an exact copy, with some modifications to its appearance and moves.

There are twelve different puppets, ranging from pretty boys and girls to old men and little kids, so students can choose the one they like.

In addition to the basic character fighting moves, each puppet also has an " external skill " design. However, in view of the reality of the situation, Felix did not make it too complicated, but divided it roughly into four types: "Fire", "Ice", "Lightning" and " Slash".

In the case of fire, for example, given the safety concerns (and not to underestimate the bears among the young wizards), the student version of the magic golem's " external skill " is the most common type of fire, with a cooler appearance at best.

He is so well versed on this point that he even magically altered a character's skill to transform into a flaming bird - yes, a phoenix.

Felix was very pleased, perhaps he could bring a new trend to Hogwarts!

With the teaching tools sorted out, Felix turned his attention to his own 'refined' battle golems.

There are six of them.

If I had to put a label on them to satisfy everyone's imagination, they could be summed up in the following keywords.

Hot Fiery Sorcerer.

Miss Ice Cold Beauty.

Beautiful Lightning Miss.

Cute Sister, Master of Blade.

Miss Beauty of Speed.

Seductress Metamorphosis Pro.

The features are surprisingly consistent!

All in all, he has added two new types to his collection, the Fast Assassin and the Shapeshifter. These six figures are not just a bunch of cheap stuff, but rather they are gold pieces that have taken him a lot of time to complete, with a lot of high-level materials, complex ancient magic runes, and preservation enchantment.

The Fiery Sorcerer, for example, is inscribed with a powerful magical flame that is extremely hot and can be projected over a distance of 20 meters, with the strength to shatter a wall and maintain this level of combat intensity for ten minutes.

According to his estimation, one of these six magic golems could easily beat a 7th-year graduate.

The six golems are a combination of long-range attack and melee, speed and strength, attack and disruption. They can be used individually or in teams of two, three, four, or even six, and their power can increase exponentially over time.

Well, Felix thought with malice that the six golems together would have no problem holding off an anonymous Potions Professor for ten minutes!

The only drawback is that they would require a wizard to control them.

But the point is that Felix himself is much better than these magic golem ...

Felix shook his head, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

At the very least, they should be given a certain amount of battle intelligence.

Looking at the rest of the ingredients, he thought about it and decided to mix some inferior materials and make five more golems, stronger than the student version and weaker than the collection version.

Consider it a prize for each year... five grades, one for each grade!

Perfect!

Felix took out a little box and put the teaching aids in it - needless to say, the box is also under an Undetectable Extension Charm.

Without thinking much about the six artefacts of his own, Felix waved his wand and let them drift up to a green ring on his left index finger.

The ring, which resembled a storage ring, is essentially an alchemy creation with an Undetectable Extension Charm and a reinforcement enchantment.

It is also engraved with a hidden magic circuit to limit magic fluctuations, to look like a fancy gem ring.

But this ring holds a third of his fortune from all his travels!

But Felix has already built two of these types of storage space and still wanted to make one more, as his 3 rabbit hidden caves.

He had already found an idea for the third one, the other day.

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Felix caresses the back of his wrist, where a tattoo the size of a fingernail is visible in a pale white pattern that few would notice unless they looked at it thoroughly and carefully.

The pattern is actually an ancient magic rune circuit that hides a small space within.

In this space, there's a spare wand.

After all, the pattern is so small that there is not much space to hide anything else. The ancient magic circle is closed all the time and can only be unlocked if the conditions are met.

The only condition to open it is by smearing it with his own blood.

This is his most hidden, and almost undetectable, backhand at the moment.

When he is at a disadvantage, or when he is disarmed, loses his wand, or even has his ring taken from him, this magical circuit will help him to turn the tables in his favour.

As long as he is not killed on the spot, he has a chance to turn the tables.

The ring on his left hand is shown in front light, and the magic circle on the back of his right wrist is hidden in the dark, a near-perfect combination of light and dark.

And now Felix is about to build his third cave.

This caution is not because Hogwarts is a tiger's den, or because he is plotting to do something shady, but because he knew he would be officially involved in the plot.

He knew that the day he became the Ancient Magic Rune Professor at Hogwarts, his involvement in the Plot would become a reality, and with his meagre knowledge about the Plot, it was difficult for him to be foresighted, so he had to take precautions.

He doesn't believe in the so-called "fairy tales", he only believes in his own power.

But even if he didn't understand the plot, he still knew some of the most basic things.

For example, the adventures of Harry Potter in his previous life were made into eight films, one for each year, which is eight years in the wizarding world. This fits Felix's imagination: seven years of school adventures, plus a year after graduation to defeat the Death Eaters once and for all, no problem.

It's his very strict logical deduction.

Now that a year had passed, if nothing else, Voldemort would be utterly destroyed in seven years.

Felix slightly relieved by this thought.

He is certainly no match for Voldemort now, but there is no guarantee about the future.

As Felix plotted his future strategies, he left his house and walked through the streets of London.

Half an hour later, he stood at the door of the same dental clinic he had found earlier in January.

Felix pushed the door open and the bell on the doorstep chimed clearly.

A middle-aged man in a white coat poked his head out of the room, looked at Felix twice, and asked, "Are you here for a dental appointment?"

Felix replied briefly, "I want a filling."

The dentist nodded and led him in the direction of a seat, "Please sit down. My name is Will Granger, you can call me Dr. Granger."

"I'm Felix Hap."

Dr. Granger had him lie down in the seat and looked at Felix's mouth with a searchlight-like thingy with some confusion on his face, "Mr. Hap, your teeth are in excellent condition, very clean and neat, very evenly sized ..."

Felix pointed to the upper left side of his cheek, "I would like to fill wisdom teeth."

Dr. Granger was flabbergasted, this was an odd request, wisdom teeth are not very useful. He said sincerely, "Mr. Hap, I don't recommend that you fill wisdom teeth because ..."

Dr Granger then showed his professionalism by giving him a full 20-minute lecture on dental knowledge.

In the meantime, a young girl with fluffy hair, about 12 to 13 years old, came in and took a look at the two, especially when she saw how Dr Granger kept talking, so she gave a look of "here we go again".

Finally, Felix had to interrupt him, "Dr. Granger, how about this, you can make me a tooth first, and I'll try it out and then decide if I want a filling."

Dr. Granger thought about it and thought it made sense. He took out a pen and paper and noted the dimensions of Felix's mouth. After tracing them on the paper, he soon confirmed the size and shape of the wisdom teeth.

He then went inside and started to work.

Felix looked around the clinic with interest, particularly at the small glass case hung on one of the walls, where magnified models of the teeth could be seen through the glass.

As he looks around intently, a confident voice come out from his left.

"A filling isn't the best option, especially for a disposable wisdom teeth."

Felix turned his head to look at the young girl, and then heard her add, "It hurts."

"It hurts? How much does it hurt?"

"A hole will need to be drilled in your cavity with a small drill, then the same hole will have to be drilled in and screwed back in place with your artificial wisdom teeth."

Felix suddenly got a bit of a toothache ...

And the little girl's sermon continues, "Even if you get a filling, it's not a permanent fix. On the contrary, a damaged cavity is more vulnerable to damage, and if you have bad oral habits, it can lead to decay and plaque, causing the original tooth to loosen and fall out, which must be repaired... ..."

"Stop it!" He already had the image of it in his mind.

Although he could use magic for repair and pain relief, now his mind is traumatized.

Looking at Felix's uncomfortable expression, the young girl tossed her long, fluffy hair and ran off to the corner to read a book, seemingly in a happy mood.

Nearly twenty minutes later, Dr. Granger came out again.

In his palm, he held a silvery-white tray with a man-made tooth that had been polished and finished.

"It looks great, doesn't it?" Dr. Granger complimented himself for his craftsmanship.

But Felix simply nodded his head, intimidated by what that little girl had just said!

As Dr. Granger had advised, he tried out the artificial wisdom tooth, without drilling or wrapping the wire, of course, just to test the comfort level.

"It's great!" Felix praised. "But I've decided not to have any fillings."

"Really? You seem to have made the right decision." Dr. Granger was happy for the client rather than upset that he is missing out a business.

But the client made a new request, "I'd like to buy this tooth as a souvenir."

"A souvenir?" Another strange request, thought Dr. Granger, and even the little girl who was quietly reading a book glanced at him.

"That's right, a souvenir."

"All right." In the end, Dr. Granger only charged for the materials.

As Felix walked out of the clinic, Dr. Granger still felt something strange in his mind and he muttered to his daughter, "A very strange visitor, won't you say, Hermione?"

Hermione Granger looked up as Felix disappeared around the corner, shook her head, and went back to her book.

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At home, Felix went to his lab and began to modify the teeth.

First, he drilled a hole in the bottom of the tooth to create a small cavity.

Next, the hole got repaired by smoothing it out.

Then he placed it under the microscope and, using a carving knife purchased from a microscopist, carved out a regular pattern of ancient magic runes, nesting together to form a circuit.

This is very delicate work, constructing magic circuits in the tiniest spaces, something that very few people in the entire wizarding world can do. But Felix, with his expert carving tools and the latest generation of overpriced microscopes, has reduced the difficulty of the process by two-thirds.

This is one of the results of his theory of combining muggle wisdom with magic.

Muggle's wisdom is not just about their whims; the tools they use to study the world and transform it with are equally fascinating.

And few in the wizarding world are able to do this.

Pure-blooded wizards aside, some of them hate muggles, others are not repulsive at best.

Mixed blood, or some wizards from muggle families, may be more familiar with the muggle world, but at the critical point of their life between the ages of 11 to 18, their focus is primarily on magic. By the time they reach adulthood, their mindset is already set, and it is impossible to deeply embrace the best of both worlds.

...

It was not until the afternoon of the second day that Felix completed the structure of twelve sets of magic circuits, each of which consisted of three to five ancient magic runes, or some have more than ten. As the last of the ancient magic runes were constructed, he carefully linked the twelve sets of circuits together to form a complete body as a whole.

One by one, the circuits were lit up, and the glow of magic burst across the narrow square space of the tooth.

With the last circuit lit up, the twelve circuits finally form an everlasting unity, a single brilliant and unified mystical pattern.

The tiny hole inside the tooth began to expand without a sign of stopping, soon becoming the size of a suitcase, and the expansion did not end there.

Finally, the inner spaces of the tooth expanded to the size of half a room, and then the concealment circuit came into play, the fluctuations of the magic that surged through the tooth were quickly reduced to insignificance; the stability circuit began to stabilize the entire structure of the magic runes, and the reinforcement circuit made the tooth very strong and unbreakable object ...

The most crucial thing is the activation circuit, which only activated according to the conditions he had set.

Felix smiled with satisfaction, the third cave, complete!

He took out his suitcase and transferred the items he had already prepared into this cave, which Felix described as a 'carry-on spare storage room', containing not only seven to eight wands (obtained from Dark Wizards by defeating them), but also various types of potions, flying brooms, tents, and other materials.

Once this was done, Felix stuffed that teeth into his mouth and fixed it with magic.

He smacked his teeth, but there is nothing unusual about it, and then he ran his tongue over the wisdom tooth deep in his mouth.

Felix sat silently at his desk, his gaze calm and relaxed.

All of his belongings, most of which were commonly used and less important, were in his suitcase.

The more indispensable items, his backup, are divided into three sections, known as the Three Caves of the Rabbit.

The first is his left-hand ring, which contains some of his valuable materials, potions, books, and some of his research, and it is also inscribed with an invisible inscription rune.

The advantage of this ring is that it can be carried around with him, making it easy to use in daily life.

The disadvantage is that when it is used more than once, it is inevitably noticed, and it is difficult to escape the eyes of the senior wizards.

Felix's definition of it is intended to be an everyday object and something to draw attention in plain sight.

The second cave, the magic circuit at the right wrist, stores a mere spare wand.

Its greatest strength is that it is extremely invisible and almost impossible to detect by conventional means.

Felix's definition of this is something that can be used in a desperate counterattack!

The third cave, Felix's Wisdom Tooth, holds a large amount of routine and strategic items.

The advantage of this is also its invisibility.

Felix's idea is to provide him with sufficient supplies when he is in grave danger and has to flee secretly.

" This is pretty much safe."

Felix believed that people as crisis-aware as he is rare in the wizarding world, perhaps some experienced Aurors had such a mind, but their methods certainly wouldn't match his own.

Especially since he himself is an expert in occlumency and standard torture would never get him to reveal his secrets!

Of course, this is the worst-case scenario, and Felix didn't think he would end up in this situation. But things are always unpredictable, and one must be prepared for them.

In the years to come, a shadow is known as ''Voldemort'' will loom over Britain's wizarding community.

Felix never dared to underestimate him. The second Dark Lord may have a questionable IQ, but he is definitely a genius in the field of magic and had been studying it for far longer than he had, not to mention that his research is focused on the deviant and sinister subject of "killing and destruction".

With less than a week left before the start of term, Felix intends to relax, he's been so tired for some time!

Watching films, listening to concerts, and enjoying good food, after all, he has £100,000 in his account! He's going to spend most of his time in the Wizarding World, and he can't convert all of it into galleons, so it's a waste for the time being!

Felix spent a large amount of pounds on a selection of muggle items to keep him entertained while he went to work.

In particular, he spent £8,000 on a compact projection unit, the kind used in cinemas, and accompanying replicas of classic films on the market. As for Hogwarts not being able to use Muggle items?

Is that a problem for him?

Similarly, music is a priority, and Felix considers himself a standard Slytherin, and he will enjoy his life as much as he can.

As school began, Felix organized his room and put all the magical items in his suitcase - it would be a big problem if a thief came to his door and took one or two things.

"What else do I need to prepare?"

Felix thought for a while and then suddenly slapped his wise little brain, "Oh yes, books!"

Remembering the Headmaster's hint at the interview, he bought a few pairs of wool socks in different colours and then started to shop around in all the major bookshops.

He picked up both his favourite books and Christmas gifts for the various professors, whether they were useful or not, but he had them on hand.

Felix was going to give his former head of house a copy of 'A Guide to Common Experiments for Middle School Students', well, one with lots of illustrations.

I hope he'll like it.

I'm sure he'll like it, after all, I am his best student!

Felix is looking forward to his new job.

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1st September.

Inauguration time.

A lazy man like Felix, without a doubt, continued to use floo powder to reach the Deputy Headmaster's office, where he emerged from the fireplace in a bright green robe, his hair neatly groomed, and carrying a small suitcase.

"Professor McGonagall." Felix greeted her with a smile on his face.

Professor McGonagall is busy sorting out events for the day; she is responsible for the annual opening dinner, and it is arguably one of her busiest days of the year.

"Oh, thank goodness you're here at last."

"Is something wrong?" Felix asked.

"I need you to do some work for me."

"With pleasure, ma'am," Felix spoke with elegance.

Professor McGonagall handed him a series of jobs and left in a huff, muttering things like, "Dumbledore never cares about this ... I'm on my own ...". She seemed to have a strong opinion about the headmaster.

Felix looked at the parchment in his hand with interest, "Let's see, the first job, decorating the Great Hall?"

The Great Hall ( Dining Hall ).

Felix waved his wand and placed decorations around the ceiling, arranging the four long tables and spacing out each chair to perfection.

Then came the weather at the top of the great hall.

"Honestly, I've wanted to play with this for a long time," Felix muttered, waving his wand.

Above the great hall, the original high noon weather suddenly became cloudy, with thick black clouds pressing ever closer as if they were going to stick themselves firmly in the sky the next moment.

Then, Felix continued to wave his wand, and the dense black clouds dispersed, revealing a large, miserable green glow from the sky, making the entire auditorium look like a cursed place ...

"Yah-hoo." Felix felt so happy he created a big viper, which opened its bloody maw through the green light, and something come out of its mouth, a miserable green figure twisted and formed, looking and acting like a certain professor.

"Is this what you think of the professor who has taught you for seven years, Felix?" As Felix was having a great time, a hollow voice suddenly surfaced.

Felix turned around to see his Potions professor and head of the house, Snape, appearing like a ghost with his arms waving.

Snape's face looked expressionless, his eyes unswayed by emotion. He spewed venom slowly and deliberately, "Are you expressing your displeasure with me? Or the three years after graduation filled your head with inappropriate muggle thoughts and made you so arrogant and cocky that you've lost your manners?"

" Cough...cough...!" Felix felt a bit embarrassed to have been caught red-handed in the middle of the fun!

Even more embarrassing is that the long snake above his head poked its head down and the miserable green professor in its mouth was wiggling and swaying ...

With a wave of his wand, Felix turned the long snake into nothingness. He quickly adjusted his expression as if he had just seen Professor Snape, first with a look of surprise, then quickly stepping forward and greeting Snape with utmost courtesy.

"Professor, your magic has grown steadily in three years."

Snape looked him over expressionlessly and mocked him in a rhythmic tone, "Three years has opened my eyes, but I would have thought you were a stupid lion if I hadn't taught you."

Felix gave an 'embarrassed' look, his eyes darted away in 'embarrassment' and suddenly looked behind Snape in 'surprise', " Professor McGonagall, when did you get here?"

"

Startled, Snape turns around quickly to find the hallway is empty.

Turning back, he found Felix with a confused look on his face, "Huh? Did I just make a mistake?"

Snape is so angry he couldn't speak.

There you go once again.

The boy always found an excuse to get away with it since he was in school, gagging and talking nonsense, but Snape knew him well enough to know how dangerous this boy could be.

In fact, he had just left the Headmaster's office this morning after a big fight with Dumbledore when he found out that Felix had come to teach at Hogwarts.

Snape approached quietly and said in a volume that only two people could hear, "Felix Hap-"

"You can call me Felix, Professor!" Felix interjected.

Snape: "..."

Again! Always interrupting, always interrupting his speech!

But who told Snape to speak slowly and with a musical aria? The others may have been afraid to interrupt because of Snape's oppressive demeanour, but Felix knew him well enough!

So well that he knew his deepest secrets!

Snape raised his voice: "Felix, I don't care what you're doing here at Hogwarts, but I'm going to keep an eye on you. If you're going to use the students at Hogwarts to promote some of your dangerous ideas ..."

"I see you've read my work too, Professor, what an honour!"

Snape is at a loss for words.

"Professor McGonagall! What are you doing here?" Felix suddenly turned his head to the side and spoke.

"Don't be a smart ass!" Snape said angrily, and then he felt someone approaching quickly behind him.

Emmm this time it's really true ... Felix quietly gestured to his back and before Snape could turn around, he heard Professor McGonagall approaching with a stern and impatient tone.

"Professor Snape, you have come just in time, I have something to discuss with you."

Professor Snape was then dragged away by McGonagall, and Felix made the gesture of goodbye, prompting Snape to give him a fierce glare.

"Looks like the Professor has a strong opinion of me~" muttered Felix, "I just threatened you once, it's been a few years, look how much he remembers that grudge, shame on him."

Well, Felix did threaten Snape, not exactly once, but for seven years during their time at school.

That's another long story.

Anyway, Felix continued to tidy up the great hall, not daring to play anymore this time. Waving his wand, he turned the sky above the great hall into a bright starry sky. He deliberately enlarged and brought some stars closer together, a full moon as bright as a disk, crimson Mars as red as a furnace, and a yellow-brown Saturn surrounded by a ring of broken stars. ... In the distance there were brighter, smaller stars, constantly shining and twinkling, decorating the great hall beautifully.

"Excellent charm!" A shrill voice appeared and Felix glanced back up and then lowered his head.

He smiled, "Hello, Professor Flitwick!"

"Oh! Felix!" Professor Flitwick looked thrilled, but in fact, he looked like he is going to faint.

"A talented Hogwarts graduate returns to school! How wonderful! I still remember your brilliant performance on the NEWTs charms test, perfect, perfect!"

Professor Flitwick looked thrilled, despite his small stature, he is affectionate and had no prejudice against the houses.

"It's good to see you, Professor!"

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An hour ago.

Snape strode into the Headmaster's office, his face looked tense, but it is easy to see that he is furious at the moment.

"Headmaster! Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore looked up from his desk, "Ah, Severus, what can I do for you?"

Snape stood in front of him, he didn't sit down but kicked the chair out of the way, and with only a table between them, he asked angrily, "You recruited Felix Hap as a professor in the school? What were you thinking?"

Dumbledore put down the book he was holding, "Severus, I see no problem with that, Mr. Hap is excellent, and his talents are widely recognized by the wizarding community and, of course, by me."

Snape is rather impatient, "I didn't say he isn't good enough! I have taught him, I know what he is like."

"Indeed, you once rated him, 'a standard Slytherin' - very high praise." Dumbledore chuckled.

Snape grimaced, "That was not a compliment from me." -- but a taunt.

Dumbledore nodded, "We all know Mr. Hap quite well, and I know what your concerns are, and since he's going to be teaching at Hogwarts, this issue worth a little time, let's sit down and talk about it." He waved his hand and beckoned the chair back.

Snape sat down stiffly, as if underneath his bottom is not a cushion, but a giant fire-breathing dragon.

"Pumpkin juice? Tea? Or a butterbeer?" Dumbledore asked, a cup materializing out of thin air with each word he spoke.

"I don't need any." Snape is very dismissive.

"A cup of tea then, Mr. Hap, very fond of it." Dumbledore placed a cup of tea in front of Snape,

But the way Snape looked, it appeared as if he had swallowed a fly.

Dumbledore said gently, "Let's talk. I used to have the same misconceptions about Mr. Hap, but as he grew up, so did my opinion of him in general. It was only recently that I had an in-depth conversation with him and I finally made up my mind to hire him."

"I think you're getting senile." Snape taunted.

"I'm getting older, but over the years, I've become soberer. We're always more likely to make mistakes when we're young, aren't we?"

Snape grunted and then said, "That Felix boy is up to no good, he's got into so much trouble by doing whatever he wants at school because he's strong!"

"Do you know how I got through these years? Because of him, I've met almost half of the purebloods in Britain!"

"I got letters of complaint from them almost every day!"

Dumbledore seemed to laugh a little, but he quickly concealed it with a large gulp of pumpkin juice. He agreed, "True, Mr. Hap was frantic for power in his junior years, but we all know there's a reason for that, don't we?"

Snape pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

He knew, of course, that Felix was in a rough spot, even worse than he had been back then, and at least his enemies were not from his own House.

Dumbledore said calmly, "Minerva once complained to me that the Sorting Hat did not accurately assign students to the right house, and she always thought Mr Hap should be in Gryffindor. What do you think?"

"The boy is a standard Slytherin," Snape said in the same mocking tone as he had back then.

"I agree." Dumbledore nodded, "Mr. Hap ... he is a brilliant wizard, extremely brilliant, one of the most gifted person I have ever met in my life. He is always in search of power, I could see that clearly, even though he rarely showed it after the fifth year, he never stopped chasing it."

"Even after graduation, that was one of my biggest concerns at the time."

Snape listened quietly, he didn't deny Dumbledore's wisdom, the old man's experiences were legendary, and he intended to hear what had made him change his mind in the first place.

"He applied to stay here when he graduated and, frankly, he was more than capable, more than I ever was in charms alone. But I turned him down, not only because he was too young, but also because he had such ambition in his eyes that I was afraid he would go off the track."

"But fortunately he listened to my advice. After his first year of travel, he settled in the Muggle world and began to study them. It was at this time that he and I started to exchanging letters."

Snape listened quietly, not expecting such an experience between the two of them. You know, when he found out that Felix had become a Muggle researcher, his eyes almost bulged out!

"Maybe he's faking it." Snape jabbed reluctantly.

"No, no, Severus," Dumbledore retorted, "I can still read people's hearts and minds, living a long life has such advantages that I can tell what most people thought even without relying on magic."

"From the time he entered school until now, he has shown no discrimination against Muggles, on the contrary, he has studied the Muggle world very deeply, as this clearly evident through his books. He does not consider wizards superior; on the contrary, he draws a constant stream of wisdom from the Muggle world."

Snape retorted, "I didn't say he discriminated against muggles, Dumbledore! But his ideas are just as dangerous, you know what he states in his book 'How Muggles Think'?"

As if he were reciting a book, he spoke quickly, "Bloodline theory is also prevalent in the Muggle world, but unlike the wizarding world, more and more Muggle nations are abandoning it, thanks to the fact that they are hundreds or thousands of times more productive than ever before. The abundance of resources has provided them with a solid foundation to promote education, while the commoners, who are not of good blood, have shown an exaggerated potential to bring the Muggle world up at the speed of a flying broom."

When Dumbledore tried to interrupt, Snape continued, "In the Muggle world, if the proportion of nobles is one, the proportion of commoners is more than ten thousand. And when the rulers liberated the commoners, their efficiency in development overcame all obstacles with unstoppable force!"

The whole headmaster's office fell silent.

Even the portraits listening at the side of the office had their mouths agape. These words did not seem to mention the wizarding world, but simply described and analysed the development process of the Muggle world, but they implied the present-day wizarding world in every way.

One of the portraits shouted in rage, "This is betrayal! A rebellion against the glory of pure blood!"

The other portraits also began to chatter.

Snape glanced at the portrait and said sarcastically, "Headmaster Black, that boy is not a pureblood!"

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The portrait of Headmaster Black began to cuss, and soon the other portraits were unable to keep their mouths shut and retorted, with one grumpy headmaster charging straight into the frame and thrashing him.

Dumbledore ignored the portraits, looking as if he was reminiscing, "Mr Hap is indeed very perceptive."

"In my opinion, it's a Muggle wizard's declaration of war against the Purebloods. He's more ambitious than you can imagine, he's the next generation of Dark Lord."

Dumbledore looked solemn: "That is a serious accusation! Severus."

"You always trust people so easily, Dumbledore." Snape grunted, "Perhaps he won't start a war, I know him, he's afraid of getting into hassle."

"But as you say, he has so much potential, if I had to say who else in this century could catch up with you and that man, it would be him, and there would be countless people willing to be under his wing, watching his every expression, studying his every word ..."

He said sarcastically, "History always goes around, and maybe this time, it's the stupid lions who will follow him."

"What will they call him? The White Lord, perhaps?"

"I never knew, Severus, that you had such deep prejudice against him." Dumbledore looked astonished.

"Hmph! As I said, I know him better than you think, and I have taught him for seven years!"

Dumbledore weighed his words and decided to confess: "I did hesitate for a long time, I saw in his reflection another man. The same Muggle Orphan as a child, the same Slytherin, the same brilliance, the same pursuit of power ..."

"But they are different nonetheless."

"Voldemort used his magic to intimidate his companions and gathered them as his goons to fight off those who tried to bully him in the orphanage, and he keeps in touch with some people in the orphanage till the day of his death."

"Voldemort was passionate about authority, and during his time at school he formed a core group around him - it was the prototype of the Death Eaters. Felix, on the other hand, didn't care much about authority, as you said, he hated hassle, or maybe you could sum it up, he didn't want to put much thought into things he isn't interested in, and authority is one of them."

"Voldemort was very good and polite at school, he had a very good relationship with every one of his professors, whereas Felix only spent his energy on the subjects he was interested in, as far as I know, he never tried to pass his courses in the history of magic, divination, astronomy, or flying! This is in spite of his record-breaking grades in charms of all time."

"Voldemort pursued power with a fervour, and to that end, he delved into black magic while still at school, in which he possessed great talent. Before he graduated, his level of black magic surpassed the level of some dark wizards' efforts in a lifetime."

"And Felix ...," Dumbledore hesitated for a rare moment, "I have to admit that he also delved in black magic, right here in the Shrieking Shack. But before I could think of the proper way to intervene and dissuade him, he gave up on his own."

Snape stared in awe, the Headmaster had got to the bottom of the boy!

There is so much about the past that even he didn't know.

Dumbledore concluded, "Friendship, rejection of authority, dedication, calmness, and thoughtfulness, he had a lot of merits after all."

Snape opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally refrained. Then he smiled sarcastically, only this time his sarcasm directed at the headmaster: "You're still so 'concerned' about your students! Why don't you tell me more about his experiences in the three years after his graduation? You're not hiding in the bushes somewhere peeping while he travels the world, are you?"

"Severus, don't be so harsh on an old man." Dumbledore wore a sad expression, but the next moment his words left Snape dumbfounded, "But I did visit some of his colleagues in the Muggle world, and they spoke surprisingly highly about Mr. Hap, and I made sure that there was no sign of any magic being used."

At the wide-eyed appearance of Snape, Dumbledore blinked, "Severus, you don't think I'm really muddled, do you? Would let him be a professor at Hogwarts without knowing anything about him?"

...

As Snape emerged from the Headmaster's office, he admitted that he was somewhat persuaded that the boy didn't seem that bad.

Even if he had threatened him - with his deepest secrets.

But when he walked into the great hall and saw Felix waving his wand and turning the Ceiling into a giant snake with a silhouette in its mouth that he could see in the mirror every day, he nearly exploded!

He was wrong!

Felix Hap is an asshole!

...

Felix doesn't know about the conversation at the Headmaster's office, or that he's even been given the title of "White Lord" by someone, are you serious?

He went through his duties, and during the course of the day, the Hogwarts professors arrived and Felix greeted them all.

He knows the importance of relationships.

Until someone unique appeared, a very handsome male wizard, wearing emerald green robes of a similar colour to his, with light, silky hair and white teeth.

Who is this Slytherin? Why it didn't ring a bell?

Felix wanted to take a closer look, but soon that wizard approached him, "Felix Hap! I've learned a lot about you, and I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"And you are?" Felix always felt that this man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember.

The wizard seemed to have heard something incredible, his mouth wide open, and he seemed petrified for a couple of seconds before his smile quickly returned, and he spoke eloquently, "Felix, you must be too busy studying Muggles to pay much attention to the wizarding world, but that's okay! I can reintroduce myself and believe me, you are worthy of this honour."

Felix: "... if you please."

"I," the male wizard winked, "am Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five-time winner of the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't put that on my face anymore. I don't smile to banish the ghosts of Valiant!"

Gilderoy Lockhart?

Felix remembered he had read his biography, quite an adventuresome one. Experienced and intelligent. But he seemed to be a bit of a prude, writing books where he usually concealed half the story, never revealing the key stuff!

Interested, Felix wondered how he could get something out of him.

"So it's Mr. Lockhart, I've read your book, it's excellent, your experience is fascinating ..." Felix said flatteringly, and in less than three minutes he had become a friend of the new professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts.

He also impressed with the courage of the new professor, who didn't mind the curse of the Dark Lord.

He knew how dangerous this course is, and even though Hogwarts is always short of professors, he didn't dare to take that job.

What a brave man!

However, from the experiences described in his books, it seems that Lockhart is an extremely perceptive and talented wizard who always manages to turn the odds in his favour!

I guess I'll have to pay more attention. What kind of miracle would this professor create?

Felix is in deep thought.

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As time passed, the sky turned dark.

Thousands of candles were lit in the Great Hall, the ceiling is adorned with beautiful starry sky, and the tables and chairs were set up in an orderly manner.

All the professors have arrived, even Dumbledore, and Hagrid is the only one who is away to pick up the first-year wizards.

Not far away, Professor Lockhart stood with Professor Flitwick and Headmaster Dumbledore, and his self-promoting words could be heard throughout the great hall, "Yes ... it's a simple matter, my badge is not a fake hahaha... ..."

Felix and Snape were in a corner all alone, watching everything that is happening in the Great Hall close to them.

Felix felt very puzzled at this moment, just now he had spent some effort in guiding Professor Lockhart to speak comfortably, he was even willing to share his own knowledge in exchange, provided he even made a proper comic relief on the sidelines.

But ... had a very little harvest.

Is Lockhart wary of him? Not at all. Is he acting? Gathering information through exaggeration and bragging?

Felix is puzzled, as well as a certain professor.

Snape stood in the other corner with a mocking smile on his face, not knowing who he was laughing at.

What had happened to Professor Snape?

He hadn't had such a grim and sarcastic face last time he was at school?

Had something happened in the last three years?

Feeling that his normally clever brain is not working well enough, Felix became more and more cautious, and then he joined Professor Sprout's conversation, talking to her about magic plants.

"Felix, I have to say, you didn't put too much thought into your Herbology when you were in school."

"Professor, I was distracted by other things, I was too busy."

"I don't think so, you were asking me all sorts of questions about those dangerous plants and what their weaknesses were ..." Sprout remembered this vividly.

Another black history, Well, he truly wasn't interested in Herbology back then.

Did Herbology offer him strength?

No? He didn't know what to say.

So he never did well in Herbology, hovering between an A (pass) and a P (poor), but he was very good at dealing with dangerous magic plants, even going to great lengths to identify their weaknesses and try to solve them in the least stressful way possible.

This was also his philosophy for his Care of Magical Creatures course, too.

Let's just say that he did get a little carried away during those years.

There were a lot of clamours in the distance.

"The students are here!"

Professor McGonagall stood up and departed in a hurry. Felix tried to join Professor Snape in an attempt to see how he had changed over the years, but he dodged fast.

Felix had no choice but to aim for a seat next to Lockhart as his second target.

Professor Flitwick, who seemed to have been pestered by Lockhart, saw Felix approaching to free himself and without hesitation, he gave Felix his seat.

After sitting down, Felix started the conversation with ease, "Professor Lockhart, your book 'Travels with Vampires' describes the vampire species very well, but I have a few questions ..."

Now it seems Lockhart's turn to fidget, he's a bit of a fence-sitter, always missing the mark, and Felix has to wisely stop the conversation.

Am I hated now? ...

The atmosphere became a little awkward, but soon Professor McGonagall led the students into the Great Hall, where the young wizards from Year 2 to Year 7 were seated on either side of four long tables according to their houses.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a very bad mood, though, as she quickly approached Dumbledore and whispered something, and the Headmaster's face immediately turned serious. He said a few words to McGonagall, she nodded, then she called Snape and the two of them left the great hall.

Is something wrong? Felix is tempted to intervene, but this is not the right occasion for snooping.

On the other side of the great hall, the young wizards, who had just enrolled at school, were very excited, chattering away and making the great hall very lively. The professors were quite open-minded and did not step in to stop them, and Headmaster Dumbledore's face became smiling again as he watched the proceedings, as stroked his silvery-white beard.

Felix also looked around with interest, there were a lot of people he knew here, after all, he had just graduated three years ago, in other words, all the students from the fourth year onwards had met him before.

Slytherin House.

The tall Marcus Flint is talking about his summer holiday like nobody's around, and his voice can be heard across the three seats, and as he's speaking happily, a fellow student quietly tugs his sleeves.

Marcus Flint got a little impatient, why? Don't interrupt me, muggins! Don't interrupt me from sharing my fascinating experience!

When his companion pulled him harder for the second time, he finally turned his head and saw the boy with a frightened look on his face, shooting frantic glances at the professor's seat.

Did something interesting happen?

A new professor? Isn't that normal, isn't there a certain course where professors get changed every year?

Marcus Flint looked over at the professor's seat, his eyes glance over the place, looking for an unfamiliar figure.

Well, a handsome-looking male wizard, and so he is their new professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts?

Nothing special ...

Wait!

Who did he see?

Marcus Flint suddenly let out a short cry, as if he had been bitten by a mouse, and his expression became equally terrified, in sync with his companion beside him.

It is that guy!

How could he be here?

For a moment, his already dull brain became even duller.

With a cry from Marcus Flint, the rest of the Slytherin students followed his gaze to the professor's seat and drew in a cold breath.

Almost instantly, silence fell over the majority of the Slytherin table.

The remaining minority of junior students quickly noticed the unexplained silence of the senior students and also stopped talking, staring at them in confusion.

Malfoy looked at this strange scene at his house and wondered, "What's going on?" as he tugged the senior next to him.

"Shh..., shut up and keep your voice down!" The senior rebuked in a low voice, lowering his head and not daring to look at the young man's figure, but pretending to look at a silver tray with keen interest.

Then he whispered, "Draco, keep your voice down, that sir is back."

" That Sir?" asked Malfoy, somewhat puzzled by what sounded like the honorific title of a nobleman.

The senior spat out a few words in a low voice, "The 8-7 duel."

"Hiss!" Malfoy also took a long breath and couldn't help but look at the young professor in the professor's seat quietly.

Is that him?

And as the Slytherin's suddenly settled down, the other houses noticed something strange about them as well.

Hermione had already noticed the figure of Felix earlier, and with her excellent memory, she immediately recognized him as an odd guest she had met during the summer holiday.

So he is a wizard too? No wonder he had such strange requests!

I wonder what course he'll be teaching?

The two unfamiliar faces this year, Lockhart was already acquainted with them, the new professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and she had read all his books.

His experience is fantastic!

And the other professor looks young, not too far ahead from their age ... Huh? Why is everyone so quiet?

Hermione looked around, the students of Slytherin House were as quiet as a royal guard, the other three houses were also silent for a moment, and then the discussion started with a more intense tone, the whole great hall totally exploded.

The seniors were all talking about something, with a "I have a big secret" look on their faces.

She had been worried about Harry and Ron's safety, but she had already informed Professor McGonagall, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Hermione stretched her neck and listened without making a sound.

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In the professor's seat.

Felix looked at the scene and felt strange, he didn't seem to have done something horrible, why were the students of Slytherin so afraid of him?

Since sixth grade, he's been a gentleman, and the oldest of the wizards around here is only in their second year at that time.

This is a smear on his reputation!

If the words got out, it would look like a mobster had come to the school posing as a budding professor.

The other professors also looked at Felix with a slightly odd look, as most of them had experienced Felix's "seven years of brilliance", and it's been three years since he left the school, yet he is still so influential.

It's this look that made Felix want to punch someone!

Dumbledore smiling all the time as if what just happened is completely normal.

Felix could hardly bear it, but he still pretends nothing has happened and had an awkward conversation with Lockhart.

Bang, bang, bang!

There is a loud knock on the door, and then the door is flung open, and a giant strode in. Behind him were rows of first-year students who resembled a row of herds.

Professor McGonagall, who had originally left, returned and led the new students forward and placed a tattered sorting hat on a small stool.

The next moment, the cap began to sing.

Felix grinned, still so peculiar ...

At the end of the annual song, the hats began to divide 1st year into 4 houses, and one by one the young wizards put the hats on their heads and waited to find their calling.

What nostalgia!

After the end of the division, the whole campus began to enjoy dinner, but Felix noticed that Snape hadn't returned yet, and none of the professors mentioned him... well, you're not very popular, Professor ...

The good news is that Professor Snape returned once in the middle of the dinner, and Felix was relieved that his fears had not become reality - the Professor has not been captured by the unknown monster.

But what mysterious development happened, when Snape leads Professor McGonagall away?

Felix's imagination is playing with him, and he is now so happy that even looking at the transparent Bloody Baron in delight.

After a few more moments, McGonagall and Snape returned. Felix rushed forward and pulled Professor McGonagall aside to describe a little method he had thought out for his class.

"Open class?" Professor McGonagall repeated, with a look of intense distrust in her eyes.

"Yes, I'm a new professor after all, and the first class is very important, and I've used this long holiday to prepare for it, so it would be a waste to split it into five years."

"But if you bring five grades together, they won't learn anything."

Felix explained, "My first lesson doesn't contain any theory, it's a demonstration class and all they have to do is watch with their eyes, my aim is to show them the wonders of ancient magic runes. As long as they're interested, I'll be able to teach them later."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, she didn't like to break the rules, but nevertheless asked, "What day are you going to put the open class on?"

"Thursday afternoon!"

"All right, I agree." Professor McGonagall behaved like a Deputy Headmistress.

"Er ..." Felix looked a bit embarrassed.

"Any more questions, Mr. Hap?"

"Call me Felix," he replied quickly, "Thursday afternoon is my well-chosen time, but there's still a lesson that clashes with it."

Professor McGonagall sighed, "Which professor's class is it?"

"Professor Snape."

McGonagall's eyes widened, and she gave him a stern look, "I'll talk to him!"

Felix breathed a long sigh of relief.

Eat, eat, keep eating ...

When everyone had almost finished eating, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and under his command, the crowd sang a school song and then dismissed completely!

Felix ate and drank enough and is ready to go back to his professor's office, watch a film and go to bed.

For the rest of the week, all he has to do is prepare for his open class. What's there to prepare for? Let's go to the library tomorrow!

Dear Hogwarts Library, I've missed you so much!

The fantasy interrupted and this time, it's Professor McGonagall who pulled him out of it.

The two of them went to the corner where three young wizards were already standing, two boys and one girl, all in Gryffindor House gown.

The two boys looked exactly identical and were looking sad for some reason; the other girl he had seen before during the summer holiday.

He had a suspicion in his mind.

Are these the three that he and Professor McGonagall had discussed as his assistants? So, in other words, the Weasley twins and Hermione Granger?

Sure enough, after introducing them, Professor McGonagall mentioned Felix's need for an "assistant (tool)".

From the looks of it, the twins were somewhat disinterested, while Hermione Granger is somewhat tempted, but also seems to be less interested.

Indeed, is there any appeal for a temporary worker?

It's not going to work ...

Felix decided to say something, and he is sure that when he did it, they would change their attitude completely.

Here see how it goes!

Felix gave Professor McGonagall a glance, followed by a slight cough, he looked at the three young wizards and spoke gently, "Hello, I am your new Ancient Magic Rune professor," then glanced at Hermione, "and probably your future professor."

Hermione looked a little more formal, the twins were much bolder, one of them asked with a leap of hope, "Professor, is it true that you defeated the whole of Slytherin House when you were at school? And you drove the Shafiqs into submission?"

Well, Felix is a full seven years older than the twins, and he graduated before they enrolled, a seamless connection that is perfectly lost.

That's bold ... Felix took pause.

He didn't respond positively, however, and said, "There are often some strange rumours circulating at Hogwarts, I even heard when I was at school that there was a tunnel that linked to Hogsmeade on the eighth floor of the castle!"

Expectedly, the twins were visibly disappointed, and Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes covertly.

"Let's continue where we left off. I will be teaching Ancient magic runes at Hogwarts for a long time to come - at least until you graduate. As a result, I'm going to be training an assistant who will be helping me with trivial tasks, such as correcting papers and such."

Seeing the lack of interest from the two twins, he quickly skipped over this uncomfortable part.

"Of course, with loss comes gain. By becoming my assistant, you will also receive some hidden benefits. For example extra guidance from me, in addition to ancient magic runes, I am also very good at charms, as Professor McGonagall can vouch for me."

"Secondly, extra bonus points. Assistant work takes up some of your time after school, after all, so Professor McGonagall and I have discussed adding fifty points per semester."

The twins looked at each other, that's a hundred points for one academic year!

And Hermione's eyes were just as bright, in fact, she became excited as soon as she heard the first offer.

"Thirdly, you will have the opportunity to take part in my research. You will be exposed to a lot of advanced magical knowledge that will not be taught in the curriculum."

"Fourth, priority to join my Ancient magic rune club next year."

"Fifth, earn my personal friendship. If one becomes my assistant, I will not refuse the usual little favours," Felix winked and whispered in a seductive tone, "such as forbidden Books in the Library, weekend trips to the Forbidden Forest, and roaming the castle after hours ... "

"Cough cough cough!" Professor McGonagall suddenly coughed so violently that she seemed to be coughing her lungs out.

"Well, the last two doesn't count." Felix felt somewhat sorry for himself; when he had been in school, he had strongly wished to be able to do these things openly rather than secretly - two completely different experiences.

Still, with all those previous perks, it would be enough to excite the three young wizards.

Sure enough, by the time he finished, the twins and Hermione were so full of expectation that they seemed ready to say 'I do' in the next minute.

"Of course, it's not easy to become my assistant, you're all the best under the fifth year at Hogwarts, which is why Professor McGonagall recommended you to me."

"However, there is a necessary test," Felix began slowly and deliberately, like a sinister and experienced hunter, as he drew his wand and turned two strands of hair into parchment and a quill, which started to fill the parchment with words in the air.

The three young wizards took a peek at what seemed to be a very, very long list of books ...

The twins' faces immediately turned sour, even sourer than before.

After the quill finished writing, it quietly turned into a flame. He stretched out his wand again and clicked on the parchment, which immediately split into three copies and floated towards the three in turn.

"Here, this is a list of reference books, read as much as you can, but by Next Monday at the latest, you will have to hand me a paper on the history of the development of ancient magic runes."

Felix looked at them with mischief in his heart, "No limit to the number of words, but the more, the better; no limit to the number of thesis topics, but the more, the better; no limit to the number of reference books, again, the more, the better."

"You have one week."

Three "the more, the better" left them a bit confused, but that is none of his business; he expected at least two sheets of parchment, not only with extracts but also with their own thoughts, and at least with the reference book list half-read.

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Back in his professor's lounge, Felix began to decorate the room as he sees fit, with items large and small flying out of his suitcase.

Once everything had been organized, he watched a film for entertainment and went to bed.

The next morning, Felix went to the library and explored the thousand-year-old Hogwarts book collection.

As the first day of school just started, not many visitors came to the library, so Felix took the original copy of Ancient Mysteries of the Alchemy from the forbidden section and read it with great interest.

He even discovered seven ways to make a crystal.

However, he was not interested in the alchemy items in the book - after all, this book is quite old, and many things were outdated - what he valued most was the ancient magic rune traces hidden in these alchemy items.

Ancient Magic Runes did not appear and fall all at once.

In the earliest untraceable times, it was a barbaric age for magic. A few gifted 'men' struggled to build magical towers for defense and research purposes, and they sought the mysteries of magic in magical creatures and plants, accidentally discerning patterns that could store the magic for a short time and transform it into magical effects.

This was the earliest form of ancient magic runes.

As a result of the efforts of many pioneers, the number of magical runes mastered by wizards increased, and this led to the creation of powerful ancient magic and ancient alchemy, which led to the emergence of human wizards.

At that time, magic was a symbol of power.

As time passed, more and more potential 'people' emerged, the number of wizards began to grow, and they desperately required a way to record their magical knowledge in words.

Some people got together to create an ancient language based on the magic runes and spread it widely. By now, most magic runes were in fact powerless and merely served as a means for recording knowledge.

As the years passed, new, magic runes were discovered, and the first ancient languages that emerged were developed, changed, and evolved around the world.

This has resulted in a plethora of common characters, synonyms, mistranslations, and irregularities, causing countless problems for future generations in research.

There followed two major events that affected all wizards.

The first was the invention of the wand, which made spellcasting more stable and simpler.

The second was the creation of simplified magic, derived from ancient magic, which may have been slightly less powerful, but with the augmentation of the wand, was not too bad.

Most importantly, it was easier to learn and safer to use!

As time went on, more and more wizards gave up on magic runes, and it simply became a myth.

Today, they are collectively known as ancient magic runes, and many wizards simply use them as a kind of writing, the only purpose of which is to translate the ancient grimoires of their predecessors.

Felix is not interested in studying ancient history, what he wants is "magical" ancient magic, or rather, the original magic - as for the rest, what are they?

But after all, it's a good idea to learn it, so at least he can use it to teach his students now, right?

Those first magic runes are now either lost or exist in ancient magic scrolls, somewhere in the dust.

According to Felix's research, it is only in the branch of ancient magic known as alchemy that such runes are best preserved, and have even evolved and developed on their own to create their own logical system.

In their present state, magic runes have little to do with alchemy.

But in terms of history, a piece of an alchemical artefact often represents an ancient magic path or its evolution. The older the artefact, the more likely it is to be so.

And that's what Felix wanted!

At the moment, he has only mastered about two hundred of the original runes and a dozen or so circuits.

There is a long way to go.

As the day rushed away, Felix had a great harvest, he had discovered at least six new magic circuits!

If he could break them down and return them to their original form, bah! If he managed to recover the original magic runes, he would be able to increase his reserves by at least a third.

What does it mean to have a thousand years of thought?

This is it.

Felix didn't even have a meal today - hey, who eats when they can have knowledge? A bottle of elixir will do the trick!

It's seven percent more efficient!

No one bothers him.

"Professor Hap!" A quiet, female voice greeted him.

Felix looked up and saw Hermione standing beside him, clutching a thick book. Glancing at the title, it is one of the books he had mentioned on his book list.

And, as it happened, it happened to be his own book - Explorations in Ancient Magical Runes.

It is no coincidence that Hermione, a very clever little witch, wanted the post of 'Professor's Assistant' so badly, but the list he had given her is overflowing with books!

A week might be enough for general browsing, but a deeper study? Not possible.

She has to focus on one book and use the others as a reference.

Just now, when she had spent half an hour picking out all the books on the list, she discovered by accident that one of them actually is the work of the young professor! She immediately decided which book to focus on.

Did she need to choose? Anyone who hesitates on this issue is a retard!

Felix and Hermione sat next to each other, not disturbing each other until the closing bell rang.

Hermione yawned uncharacteristically.

"Good night, Professor."

She took small steps, holding her book, and soon disappeared.

Felix gently turn over his stiff neck, not noticing until now that he starved himself to death!

After a last-minute loan of one of the books, Felix waltzed into the kitchen and exchanged the keywords "please", "please" and "thank you" for three pies and a piece of cake from the house elf. Three pies, a piece of cheesecake, and a jug of pumpkin juice.

On the way, he encountered two little Hufflepuff wizards who had sneaked out quietly to refuel themselves, but he simply ignored them.

Back on his sofa, he ate his food hastily and fell asleep.

The next day, he did the same.

The third day, the same.

In no time at all, it became Thursday morning.

Potions class.

Harry and Ron looked at each other as they saw Hermione, who is in a hurry as soon as they got out of class, then they hurried after her.

"Hermione, slow down!" They both panted.

"What have you been up to? I haven't seen you around for days."

Hermione is quick on her feet and she replied rapidly, "What did I tell you, boys, did you forget?"

Harry chuckled, he had been equally busy these days with Quidditch training. Ron quickly recalled, "You mean you're going to be that new professor's assistant?"

"That's right! But I'm not the only student on the waiting list."

Hermione pulled out her Potions textbook and set it aside, then pulled out another book, mumbling something under a breath, the thickness of the book simply made Ron and Harry despair.

"Is this your assignment? To read a book that thick?" Ron glanced at the book with some trepidation.

"Not one book, twenty books!" Hermione flipped through them, quickly noting anything of value as she did so; this is the fourth book she'd looked through, and except for Felix's own work, she'd only read them quickly, looking for any useful information.

But the figure of twenty books still left her somewhat desperate, and it had made her rather irritable recently.

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Soon Professor Snape marched in, and with a wave of his wand the windows were closed, and the curtains shut, a gloomy, eerie atmosphere enveloped the classroom and the young wizards instantly became quiet.

Hermione immediately closed the book and concentrated on the lecture.

After the Herbology class in the afternoon, the three of them were so tired and exhausted at the end they went hurriedly to the Great Hall for their open class. Four long tables had been moved to the corner, and in the middle, there is a round stage, about twenty feet in diameter and three feet high.

"What's all this for?" Ron asked.

"Maybe it's where the professor might stand? There's a bit of a crowd here today." Harry looked around the room, and goodness gracious, half the school is here, and there were also lots of little wizards from the first year.

So popular? Not another Lockhart, right? Harry mumbled silently.

Harry is just thinking about it, but Ron had already spoken up, muttering, " is it another Lockhart?"

"No, I've been in contact with Professor Hap, and he's very good at silent spells! And Professor Lockhart, he, he ..." Hermione became stammering.

"What spell?" Harry didn't catch it.

"A silent spell, some particularly powerful wizard who can cast all sorts of spells without having to chant them, and it's particularly handy when casting vile jinx over others," Ron explained.

Both dismissed the comments about Lockhart on the part of the girl.

Is there any point in discussing that?

Hermione gave Ron a blank look.

And Harry thought about it a little more, so this professor seemed to be okay? He is looking forward to the upcoming open class with a little more anticipation.

Neither he nor Ron wanted to come, but what difference could it make to them? They had been dragged here by Hermione, who said, "Isn't it necessary to know about an elective course in advance of the third year?"

And Hermione wanted to see how well Felix could teach, but she had already read Felix's Explorations in Ancient Magic Runes, which gave her a lot of confidence in the new professor.

Well, as confident as she is in Professor Lockhart.

After another ten minutes passed, during which some students arrived and a few professors also came to join in the fun, it seemed like this is not a class, but a big feast.

Harry caught a glimpse of Lockhart and hastily ducked his head to avoid the sight of the 'controversial' professor.

It is never good to run into him!

The last few days had been miserable for him from three sources: Quidditch training, Lockhart, and that first-year student named Creevey.

Except for Quidditch, which was a painful, but enjoyable experience, he wanted to avoid the other two!

At the exact time, Felix appeared. He wore a light blue robe - the same colour as his eyes - with his hair pulled down slightly and with a smile on his face, he looked about 17 or 18 years old.

Very much like Lockhart!

Many of the younger students whispered in their minds - they were really scared by such an outfit.

Felix made his way through the crowd and leaped gently up to the stage. With a wand in his hand, he looked around as the crowd settled down.

Harry saw the professor draw a mysterious symbol with his wand and the next second the professor's voice reached his ears, not too loud, but so clear that he seemed to be speaking right next to him.

"We are officially starting the lesson."

Felix looked at the young wizards below the stage, "I am, Felix Hap, currently the professor of the course Ancient Runes." He waved his wand and conjured up his name.

Immediately afterward, he asked his first question.

"Does anyone know anything about Ancient Runes?"

Swipe!

Hermione raised her hand subconsciously, and before she could think about it, her body had moved on its own.

"Miss Granger." Felix nodded at her.

Hermione opened her mouth and said, "Ancient magic rune, also known as Ancient Runes, is a script that was used by wizards hundreds of years ago to record their magic and, as a result, modern wizards learn this for translation purpose. However, the ancient magic runes were also one of the sources of power for the ancient wizards."

The last sentence was added after she had read Explorations of Ancient Magic Runes.

"Very good, five points for Gryffindor."

Felix began to go over the history and evolution of the ancient runes, he pushed through them quickly, they weren't important, or at least he didn't think they were.

The young wizards won't remember either.

"All you need to remember is that the Ancient Magic Runes are a bridge that connects ancient magic to modern magic, and at the same time, it connects ancient alchemy to modern alchemy."

Felix nodded in satisfaction as he saw the young wizards murmuring from the stage.

"But Professor, why is it that all we learn is how to translate ancient magic runes?" A senior girl from Ravenclaw asked, raising her hand.

Felix looked at her, "There are two main reasons."

"The first reason is that translation is really the dominant view in the wizarding world at the moment."

"In my opinion, ancient runes can be divided into two, the ancient script and the magical script. The former is a language used by ancient wizards, and the latter is a power wielded by ancient wizards - only over the long change of time they have become intertwined with each other, making it difficult to distinguish between the latter."

"The former represents the mainstream view now, and they have made it their mission to inherit and study ancient runes for translating ancient grimoires, which is in fact very useful indeed, bearing in mind that most of our knowledge of ancient wizards has been gained by these people."

"It's a route that is relatively easy to get in, and even now you can do it."

"But if you want to master the power of the ancient wizards directly through the ancient runes, it is very, very difficult and requires not only an excellent level of magic itself, but also an excellent research ability."

The young wizards were confused, but they got a general idea. The advantage of this is that it's easy to get started and requires little in the way of personal experience, even if you're a dumb wizard. But it requires a lot of time to get your mind straight.

The magic world is full of old wizards who have been studying for decades and have finally confused themselves.

The other branch, which is based on mastering the powers of ancient wizards, is difficult to get into, so if you're not talented academic, don't even think about it.

Felix paused for a moment to give the crowd time to digest before smiling and saying, "Back to the question we just got, as for the second reason - it's because it's not on the exam."

The young wizards were suddenly speechless, this reason is a strong one.

"But ..." said Felix, "I personally think that allowing you to dabble a little in the practical application of ancient runes would be an effective way of stimulating your enthusiasm for this discipline."

"Are you going to teach us ancient magic?" One of the twins shouted.

Felix shook his head, "No. Ancient magic is known to be powerful and difficult to tame, and I do not intend to teach you about it. Not to mention, my research in this area is just in its infancy."

"All right! This is the end of the theoretical part, and as this is an open class, I won't go into too much professional knowledge -"

"Next, it's time for a demonstration."

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The young wizards were excited to hear Felix's words, their curiosity already piqued.

Even the professors in the room were curious.

Professor Snape is standing in the corner, wondering what this boy had come up with that he dared to pry into his lecture!

Professor Flitwick is very excited, he really loves magic spells, but he hadn't studied much about ancient magic. As for Felix's views on ancient magic, he agreed, as he himself had a few powerful ancient spells, but he rarely used them.

Lockhart was envious of Felix standing in the middle of the Hall. If he could hold a public class himself, he would get plenty of attention, right?

What if he wrote about it in his new book ...

But what was he supposed to do, put on a stage show?

As everyone in the room is having different thoughts, Felix simply waved his wand and all the candles in the great hall were instantly extinguished and the sky above the ceiling is completely darkened.

The entire great hall is plunged into darkness.

"Lumos." Felix's voice sounded clear to everyone in the room, calming the restless young wizard. "This is a common spell that serves to illuminate the surrounding area - it is so simple that even young wizards who are not enrolled at school can master it through self-learning."

By the glow of the Lumos spell, Felix's figure is faintly visible to the crowd.

"Once you have fully mastered this spell, you can make some alterations to it -"

"Like amplifying the glow," Felix said, as the glow from the tip of his wand spread across the platform.

"Change the colour," the mass of light kept switching from white to red, green, yellow, and cyan ...

"Or, can just toss it away." Felix waved his wand and the ball of light flew far from its tip, arcing in midair.

The great hall is plunged into darkness once more, "And its counterpart, the ancient magic-"

The next moment, a huge amount of light blossomed from the centre of the platform, a milky white glow enveloped the entire great hall, the strangest thing was that the light seemed to spread in all directions, there was not even a single shadow in sight.

"This is another version of Lumos spell," Felix whispered.

Every young wizard in the audience burst into applause.

Felix smiled, "This is just a simple example, but we can still see the difference." He waved his wand again, the candles relit, and the ceiling returned to its original state.

"In modern magic, there are boundaries in power and intensity, albeit fluctuating within a certain range - but we can still clearly perceive the limit."

" Ancient magic, on the other hand, is different; it is simple, brutal and its power often depends on the size of your magic."

"For example, if I wanted to, I could light up all of Hogwarts with this magic."

A student in the crowd shouted, "Professor, I want to learn that!"

Felix inexplicably wanted to laugh, and in a tone of amusement, he couldn't help but say, "Give it up, if you learn this magic, it will drain you of all your strength at the first opportunity."

"Does anyone remember what I just said? Ancient magic is known for being powerful and difficult to tame, and I think most of you only remember the first half of it."

"But the second half, that's the point!"

There is a lot of chatter from the students below the stage, their faces intensely excited, as if they were going to learn the powerful ancient magic themselves the next moment.

But unfortunately, all the books on ancient magic were in the Forbidden section.

A strange light flashed across Ron's face, "I'm going to learn this, I'm going to learn this magic! It's so cool!"

Harry is also fascinated by the power of a simple flash of Lumos spell when replaced with ancient magic. Would Hermione's Full Body-Bind Curse, for example, be able to completely petrify a person and turn them into a piece of stone?

Snape wore the same expression, but this kind of power ...

So, Dumbledore and the Dark Lord have mastered some powerful ancient magic?

Felix waved his wand and a red spark shot out from the tip, redirecting the students' attention.

"We will now move on to the next demonstration, which is the focus of this open class and, of course, the test for this year's Ancient Rune course -"

"One."

The students' hearts, which had somewhat subsided, stirred again.

What kind of open-book examination is this?

At that moment, Felix came down from the stage, "Accio suitcase!" With his spell, a suitcase flew over quickly, and landed on the ground, then popped open with a bang, and a dozen or so figures flew out of it, landing on the stage and standing still.

It was only then that the crowd realized that the figures on the platform were half a foot tall (about 15 cm). These figures were different in appearance, male, female, old, and child, but each one was very distinctive.

"This is ... Hey! I've played this game before!" Muggle-born wizard Justin suddenly shouted, his face flushed red, not expecting to see a figurine at Hogwarts, and one that could move!

Harry also seemed vaguely familiar with it, as his cousin Dudley mentioned it before.

"What's this?" Ron asked, as a pureblood, he had no idea what this is. It's just a toy that moves, what's so surprising about it?

"It's a character from a fighting game in the Muggle world." Harry searched his brain for more information, but he had never played it, either.

"A fighting game?" It is clear that Ron is more interested in the term.

Felix smiled and said, "It seems some of you have recognized that these figures are indeed inspired by a muggle game in appearance, but that is not our focus today."

Felix waved his wand and two of the dolls on the platform leaped up and stood in the middle of the platform, while the others retreated to the edge.

"Does anyone know their names?"

" Fireman and Icewoman!" Justin shouted, this is his domain!

Felix continued, "And do you know their powers?"

"Fire and Ice!" Justin answered again, for the first time so aggressively.

Felix repeated, "Fire and Ice ... then!" He waved his wand again.

And all at once, the figure on the platform moved, the fingers of the fireman's right hand burst into a bright yellow flame, and with a mighty swing, the flame swelled to the size of a ghostly flying ball and flew far away ... half a meter before exploding with a bang.

The young wizard who is close by could not help but take two steps back, and only when he saw that the flames did not fly off the platform did he feel relieved, and then stared at the dolls with a fiery look in his eyes.

I want to play with it, I want this too.

On the other side, the Ice Woman kicked out with a powerful and graceful gesture, sending a line of ice-blue icicles into the air, causing some young witches' eyes to sparkle.

Aaaaaahhhh so cute!!! I want to hold it in my hands.

Felix smiled in control - "Now we need to get back to the game.

"Next, we need a fight!"

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In the school great hall, all the students were silent, their eyes glued to the podium, afraid of missing a detail.

There is a fierce battle going on.

The palm-sized dolls came and went like the wind, their athletic figures accompanied by large flames and puffs of ice crystals with every punch and kick. Now and then, one of them would pull out some kind of "trick", such as Fireman's big fireball or Ice Woman's ice spike, to bring the heat to a new high.

After three minutes, the battle ended with Fireman's flaming flurry of moves and "Hidden Magic: Phoenix Transformation", which knocked out Icewoman.

Many of the young wizards sighed in unison.

They wanted to see their adorable Ice Sister in action ...

Felix's voice came at the right time, "This is another branch of evolution from the original ancient runes, the art of alchemy."

"What you are looking upon is an uncomplicated piece of alchemy, a magic golem. The outer shell is not the key, the key is the ancient magic circuit inside."

"And the ancient magic circuit is essentially a combination of magic runes."

"This is the practical part of your final exam."

The excited young wizards were a bit confused, they had to do this? Aren't you overestimating us, Professor?

You're new here and probably don't understand the reality of our situation ...

I'm not sure if I'm the only one who can do it.

"Of course, this golem is still too complicated for you, but the good thing is that the ancient runes necessary to make a golem basically cover over five years, and I will divide the difficulty level according to the different years."

"I will elaborate on the specific requirements later on in the class."

The young wizards breathed a sigh of relief.

"But Professor!" One of the Hufflepuff girls raised her hand and asked.

"I'm a fifth-year student, but all the ancient runes I've studied before are mainly for translations, so do I need to learn something new? But I have to take OWLs this year ..."

"I see," Felix said calmly, " First, there is no need to relearn anything new, I have seen your textbooks, please keep a little faith in your professors."

Felix made a joke.

"And it must be mentioned that Professor Babbling is a very good expert in ancient runes, and her choice of the textbook is very appropriate. It contains both a theoretical translation and a few practical runes- although perhaps Professor Babbling didn't elaborate on that part, considering it's a class in ancient runes and not a class about alchemy."

"But it's quite enough to serve as a guide to get you over the initial hurdle if you aspire to study more advanced content in the future."

Many of the young wizards put their minds at ease.

"Secondly, for this year at least, the practical exams will be mainly an extra credit and I will also consider teaching more theory in Year 5 to Year 7."

Some young wizards below the stage were happy, while others wailed.

"Again, some students may worry that the practicals take up too much time, but the two are supposed to go hand in hand, and you may unknowingly acquire more knowledge during the sessions."

"That's my answer." Felix gave a salute.

The audience applauded.

"Now, we have about half an hour left, would anyone like to try their hand at controlling these golems?" Felix asked.

This is not a question at all.

The young wizard shouted with enough excitement to lift the ceiling.

"Oh, you may not be able to use your wands to manipulate the golems accurately, so you'll need this!" Felix waved his wand and out of his suitcase flew twelve odd things - in fact, it's a gamepad.

"You can use it to manipulate the puppets, let me demonstrate ..."

It didn't take long for the students to get their hands on them. Felix used his transfiguration to create six more stages, but after all, there were hundreds of people here today, so it was impossible to rotate it to all of them.

Ron and Harry were lucky enough to get a chance. The two were soon exchanging blows, occasionally releasing a "trick" and shouting with excitement.

But no one laughed at them, as most of the little wizards went crazy, screaming in an exaggerated fashion.

Felix stood by, discussing the Open Lesson with Professor Flitwick.

"It was great!" That is what Professor Flitwick said.

Professor Snape had left without a word, and no one knew when he had left as much as they knew when he had arrived.

Lockhart, on the other hand, looked preoccupied, unaware of what he was thinking.

The fun times were always short, as the lesson came to an end and some students arrived at the great hall in time for dinner, only to see the duel in full swing, taking a quick glance and quickly forgetting their original purpose and joining the crowd.

This delayed the start of the meal by half an hour, and Felix was forced to end the lesson and restore the great hall to its original state.

Throughout the dinner, the young wizards continued to discuss the open class, especially those who were lucky enough to be selected to play against each other and were so excited to discuss their "experience" that they seemed to have replaced figurines with each other with knives and forks in their hands.

It must be said that the young wizards had no shortage of ways to entertain themselves.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron also enthusiastically described his " summit duel" with Harry, which he had lost by a very narrow margin, but this did not mask his enthusiasm.

" I've just used the Fireman, and it was so cool, phew! Pah!" Ron swung his knife and fork and threw a piece of pumpkin pie at Neville's head.

Although Harry is not as excited as Ron, he to a bit excited.

However, he felt a vague sense that he would prefer to be on the field and take part in the duel himself rather than manipulating a golem ...

Hermione felt a little unhappy that she had just missed her turn. She loved the ice girl, it was so cute and like a doll, she had when she was a little girl.

But, there' still a chance!

If she became Professor Hap's assistant, she would be able to get her hands on that doll.

Hermione cheered herself on.

She could even make her own Magic Golem, based on herself, but with smaller teeth and smoother hair. ...

The open class proved to be an unquestionable success, and Felix became an instant celebrity!

I'm sure the discussion about the open class will go on for a while and become a schoolyard legend of some sort, like so many rumours that one wonders what happened to it.

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Friday.

At the start of a sunny morning, the young wizards were still discussing yesterday's open class with great enthusiasm, a wave of enthusiasm that provided a boost to the dull school life.

What was the topic of discussion the other day?

The perfectly handsome Professor Lockhart?

But that news has now been taken out of the equation, not only because Lockhart's performance in class was disappointing - even the word "disappointing" was the result of some True fans' comments.

More importantly, Professor Hap has become the iconic professor of the new generation, stealthily replacing Professor Lockhart, who is known to be the "lover of the masses".

This has irritated a certain professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts.

The dozen or so portraits hanging in his office have the same irritated look on their faces.

"I have to do something, yes, something. ... God! He's a real show-off!"

Before coming to Hogwarts, he had thought that the only person qualified to compete with him for the headline page of the Daily Prophet would be the famous Harry Potter, and he was prepared for that. But now he has to admit that he is facing tough competition.

This reminds him of that nasty woman, Rita Skeeter, with whom he competed for the title of the best-selling author award a few years ago, and lost because of that woman's trickery when she published his dirt during his school days!

Still, he's no slouch. Doesn't Skeeter know how badly he was treated when he was in school?

Professor Lockhart loosened his robe, which was strapped tightly around his chest, back in the days when his passions really burned! Now the urge to fight came back to him again.

"A tough opponent, huh?" He paused in front of an etched mirror to cheer himself up, "Gilderoy, you're dealing with a tough guy, and someone's trying to take you down! You have to do something!"

Seeing himself in the mirror, he relaxed a little. How could he possibly lose with such a handsome face?

Without mentioning what happened in that small office, Felix's popularity has reached new heights in small and large groups of wizards, and everyone is looking forward to his official classes.

"Maybe he'll continue with the golem battles in the classroom? You know, a lot of people didn't get their turn yesterday." Ron grabbed a beef pie in his left hand, stuck a piece of potato on his fork in his right, and his mouth isn't idle either.

"Perhaps, but we're only in the second year, remember, Ron? We'll have to wait at least a year to get into his class." Harry said more sensibly.

Ron's eyes widened, "Harry, you're ruining my first dream of the year." He nudged him with his arm, "You know what I was wondering? I was just imagining beating the crap out of Malfoy with a golem ..."

Ron closed his eyes and made a dreamy face, "Malfoy's robe is lit up by a big fireball, he tried to hide, but it is no use, my golem is just too fast! And he tried to cast a wicked spell, but it was no use either because the golem is too small for him to aim at!"

Harry ate his pie in silence, thinking that Ron is the only one who would miss, as his wand was broken in half.

Hermione, who had been reading while eating her breakfast, looked up and pointed out, "Ron, I must remind you that Professor Hap said in open class that for the safety of the young wizards, the golem would only emit the most basic kind of fire, which is not as powerful as the Fire-Making Spell we can cast ourselves."

Ron seemed to suddenly choke on his beefpie and couldn't speak, he didn't remember Professor Hap saying that, but Hermione is always right about something like this. He muttered a little, "It's your Fire-Making Spell, neither Harry nor I know it, I think you forgot."

Hermione grunted.

"I thought you were reading the book, haven't you finished it yet?"

"I think I just told you yesterday that I have twenty books on my list!"

Ron stopped talking.

Harry is interested in what Hermione had to say, and he couldn't resist asking her, "Hermione, what do you know about this professor? Ron and I didn't make it to the school opening dinner." He is referring to the fact that he and Ron had made their way across half of Britain in Mr. Weasley's car.

As a result, he and Ron had to spend time in Snape's basement, wondering if they would be expelled. Fortunately, they were not expelled from the school, nor did they receive the penalty for their behaviour, and Professor McGonagall even prepared food for them.

But after what had happened, it was impossible to return to the dinner party politely, and Ron missed his sister Ginny's sorting ceremony for this reason.

Hermione quickly and fluently rattled off the information she had heard at the dinner, "Professor Hap graduated from Slytherin House-"

"Slytherin!" Ron suddenly shouted but is met with a sharp glare from Hermione, and he ducked his head to nibble on his pie.

"Yes, Slytherin. He's nine years older than us and just graduated three years ago. But he's so well known that all the senior students at school know him well. Professor Hap specializes in ancient runes, spells, transfiguration, muggle studies, and, of course, dueling."

"Dueling?" Harry looked mildly stunned, his impression of Professor Hap is that he is clearly not the fake as Lockhart, but he also looked gentle and somehow like one of his school teachers at the Muggle school he attended.

It is hard for him to associate Professor Hap with the word duel.

"That's right." Hermione looked from side to side and carefully lowered her head and voice, " I've heard that he's a Muggle and that the Death Eaters had just fallen when he enrolled, and the students at Slytherin weren't very friendly to him, but ..."

"But what?"

"But he beat them back with his spells, the senior students of Slytherin were scared of him because they had been taught."

Harry and Ron had a look of fascination on their faces.

To be honest, they wanted to beat up some Slytherin, too.

But the rumours Hermione had heard were obviously wrong; Felix had been in Year 5 when the current 7th Year had enrolled, so why should he have to teach them a lesson? Naturally, they would be lectured by someone else.

In Potions class, the young wizards were still talking about yesterday's public lesson, and Harry could clearly see Malfoy in the Slytherin crowd, boasting loudly about his "relationship" with Professor Hap and how his cousin and Professor Hap were close friends.

Harry couldn't help thinking that he might have "fought" for his friendship.

Ron is also exaggerating about the time he had fought with a golem in open class, and from what he is saying, it sounded like it wasn't a golem fighting, but rather him and Harry in a real-life PK.

"Quiet!"

Snape's voice came from the back of the classroom, and the young wizards instantly shut up. The professor walked with a swagger, his black gown emitting a "hunting" effect with a 10 pressure.

He looked around the room and his eyes lingered on Harry Potter, making the boy's body tense. But Snape averted his gaze, this time on Ron, and in his characteristic low, mocking voice quipped, "Ronald Weasley ... Yes, you've certainly made quite a splash these last few days. But you should be focusing on how to improve your terrible potion grade, I don't want to add another T to your final paper."

The Slytherin students burst into laughter.

Ron's face turned red, and he clutched his duct-taped wand in his hand, wanting to cast a spell on Snape's face.

"And Miss Granger, put that extra-curricular book away, this is Potion class, not some ancient rune class. You're still a year away from that elective."

Hermione huffed and put the book away

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Library.

Felix has his hands in the books and hears nothing beyond the windows.

Yesterday's public lecture did not seem to affect him, even though he was the direct cause of such a stir.

He flipped through the book with his left hand and held his wand in his right hand and flicked it in small circles as a single rune appeared and dissipated in the air. Mrs Pince was watching intently from the sidelines, she had been staring at Felix for over half an hour.

Mrs Pince is a thin, elderly woman who looks somewhat malnourished. But she is well suited to the job of librarian because she loves books and has a keen sense of detection and is always the first to find and punish students who break the rules.

If a student dared to pull out their wand and gesticulate in the library, she would have thrown them out, but Felix being a professor made her a little hesitant.

Luckily, Felix quickly left with two books, saving her from being so stumped.

Felix returned to his office and took a piece of chestnut wood out of his suitcase, magic pouring down from his carving knife, carving an ancient rune into the surface of the chestnut.

Chestnut wood is a wand-making material, but in itself is like a blank piece of paper with little inclination to be cheap, and was discovered by Felix to practice ancient rune engravings.

The magic-infused carving knife leaves magic runes on the surface of the chestnut wood, and with each complete magic rune sketched out, it glows with a fiery red light, which then quietly goes out again, branding it with a black mark.

Felix's speed in carving the magic rune was so fast that it kept the surface of the chestnut wood shining. The carving knife kept dancing as if it's writing an immortal chapter that would go down in history, rather than carving a magic rune.

After a few minutes Felix had filled the layer of chestnut wood with runes, he drew his wand and brushed it across the top, a thin surface layer of wood instantly detached and flew off to the other side of the table.

Felix then took up his carving knife again and continued to work on the chestnut wood.

Only when the piece of chestnut had shrunk by three inches did he stop and stretch out in back on the spot.

In one corner of the table, thirty thin slabs of wood had been piled up like pages of a book, covered with ancient runes in black colour.

Felix calculated a number in his mind and nodded in satisfaction, "272 runes, that's the amount of power I currently have at my disposal."

He got up leisurely and stood in front of the window overlooking the outside landscape, his decision to return to Hogwarts had been so right.

This is the life I want!

" Wow~"

An owl flew in through the window and dropped a letter on the table.

Felix opened the envelope and read the letter, but he couldn't help but frown.

It is a letter from an "old friend".

Felix only had been graduated for three years and had only one year of real travel experience under his belt, but it had been one rich year of experience, and it opened his eyes wide enough to be "well-traveled" - no matter where in the world he went, he could name the nearest wizarding community with his eyes closed. He could name the nearest black market near him in the world.

This letter came from a 'friend' he had met in the black market.

Felix drew out a parchment and hastily wrote down a string of words, asking him to meet him at the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade on Saturday.

Until the owl flew away, he was still thinking about his friend's intentions.

He recalled the first time the two of them met.

The man, who called himself Kline, often wore a hood over his robes, and his face was so misty from the beginning that it was impossible to see who he really was.

Kline practised the principle of equivalent trade, like rare magic manuscripts, potions, magical creatures, etc. He had access to them all.

Felix had traded with him seven times, and they had maintained each other's rules.

So he is curious about Kline's purpose in seeking him out for. More intrigued, of course, about what this friend had in stock lately.

Ten o'clock on Saturday morning.

Felix arrived at the Hogshead Inn, it's still early and there is only one customer.

Felix walked up to the table of that customer, smiled at the sight of the familiar misty hooded face, and sat down. As he took his seat, their two figures were hidden and their voices were completely cut off from the outside world.

"Kline."

"Felix." It is a neutral voice, indistinguishable from male or female, and impossible to identify the age.

There is no shortage of these types of a mysterious presence in the wizarding world, and the reasons were always varied. Like being a dark wizard, or committing some serious sins, hiding from the enemy, or, perhaps, just having some kind of bad edgy taste.

"What do you want from me?"

"To get some information."

"What kind of info?"

"The relics of the Second Dark Lord."

Felix went silent for several seconds, his mind kept turning.

"Yes, but you'll have to tell me your source of information first."

Klein tapped his fingers on the corner of the table as if weighing it up, but he quickly uttered one word, "Uagadou."

"You sought out that mad witch sacrifice group?" Felix is somewhat surprised; Uagadou is an African school of wizardry, and African wizards didn't start using wands until the 20th century, which set their path off from that of other countries.

For example, they also inherited a branch of prophetic magic, known as witch rituals, although outsiders called them mad witch rituals.

This is because this prophecy magic is actually a form of dark magic, and each prophecy requires a price to be paid - such as a limb of your body.

And to top it off, the prophecy is not always accurate ...

Klein mentioned Uagadou, and that was all Felix could think of, since African and Britain's wizarding sides were not that involved, and there was no interaction between the two sides.

"Go on," Felix said, intrigued, given Kline's character, there was no way he would get a watered-down witch priest, and it must have cost him quite a lot to get a highly skilled witch priest to make a prophecy.

"The prophecy stated that the Dark Lord's relic would remain in Hogwarts for a year."

Felix's heart fluttered, "What exactly is this relic?"

"Not sure, only know that it is very evil."

Felix became a little speechless, why do you bother if you're not sure!

And evil, you think you're Auror?

Seeming to see Felix's disbelief, Klein added, "The prophecy I requested is: the secret of leaping over the dead."

Almost instantly, Felix's brain worked at full blast as he said, "You say that again?"

"Leap over death."

"But the Dark Lord is already dead."

"That's the prophecy."

"You can look it up yourself."

"Hogwarts has Dumbledore."

"You're afraid of him?"

Klein laughed twice, and although Felix couldn't see through the fog over his face, he knew the other party's face wouldn't look very good at the moment.

Felix pretended to "ponder" for a long time before he said, "Thank you for the information, but I will not ensure that I will obtain the relic. I can only promise that I won't turn my back on you and go off on my own to crack the Dark Lord's secrets."

Klein thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

The two extended their hands, their index fingers touched, and a golden stripe bloomed.

It's a temporary magical pact for a year, with no penalty for Felix if he broke it, but at that time, Kline would have his location at his fingertips for a year!

If you are not afraid of the revenge of a mysterious wizard, you can always break the pact.

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Felix walked out of the Hogshead Inn and let out a deep breath.

You can't underestimate someone!

Look, a dark wizard has the ambition to pry into the secrets of the Dark Lord, so isn't his own goal of "discovering the true meaning of magic" a little modest?

Felix thought carefully about it and decided that his own ambition seemed loftier.

As for the pact with Klein, pew pew pew...!

Does he think he's a fool for getting into trouble under Dumbledore's nose?

Besides, he already knew the answer to the question.

What's the secret of the Dark Lord's leap over the death? The Horcruxes, that is a concept he already knew. So as long as he didn't look for that soul artefact, the pact would naturally be solved in a year's time.

Since the prophecy was that "the Dark Lord's relic will only remain at Hogwarts for a year," which meant it was only a passing guest, so the pact between the two would only need to exist for a year - that was Klein's thought.

Felix, on the other hand, guessed that the relic would probably be destroyed by the protagonist group.

The protagonist group had no peace each year they were in school, so perhaps they would have to wait until they graduated before they got a complete break.

But that reminded him that the crisis of this year's "plot" would come from the Dark Lord's relics, the Horcruxes.

Which Horcrux could it be?

That was the question Felix had been thinking about since he returned to his office.

He vaguely remembered that there were seven Horcruxes, most of which were the relics of the four giants of Hogwarts, which corresponded to Harry's seven years at school, so what did they destroy in the first year?

The Ravenclaw crown, the Slytherin locket, the golden cup of Hufflepuff, all of these were the ones he knew, so by definition, the Gryffindor sword should also be a Horcrux?

Which one of those had been destroyed last year? The first film seemed to be called "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", so the Philosopher's Stone was a Horcrux?

Felix guessed wildly without care.

The information he had at hand was not really useful, for one thing, you couldn't prove what you said because he didn't know where the Dark Lord kept the Horcruxes, and for another, it was too taboo, because Felix already had a bad name, and telling Dumbledore about Horcruxes out of the blue ... sounded like he wanted to research Horcruxes, no?

So, let it be, he at most knocked on the side of the drum.

It's a perk for his assistant (tool person) Miss Hermione Granger.

Yes, the assistant slot has been booked for her for ... one reason or another.

Two of the only three candidates had hung up: the Weasley twins had approached him yesterday and voluntarily withdrawn. Because they were busy with Quidditch training this week and were expected to spend every weekend for the following year on it.

Felix had heard them imply that he had to put the Wood guy in detention, and it was for the whole school year so that they would have time to do other things.

Was this something he could agree to? The professor blatantly used his power for personal gain, would he still be able to mix around with others?

The main thing was that the terms and conditions were not agreeable, they were asking for too much in terms!

Detaining a student for an academic year for no reason, even Snape wouldn't do that.

This left Felix a bit speechless, he had wanted to return a favour to Professor McGonagall, and it had developed into this.

Are there any good students left in other houses...

But the good thing is that Miss Granger is very reliable, and she could be met in the library every day, and it was evident that she was working so hard that her eyes were darkened by three extra circles.

The next day, the library.

Another uneventful day, Felix picked out a copy of The Secret of Dueling from the Forbidden Books section and gnawed on it with gusto.

The book, which was mainly an archive of secret stories of various duels between wizards throughout history, is placed in the Forbidden Books section because it contained many taboo graphics. In the days when the laws of the wizarding world were unregulated, dark magic flourished for its rapid progress and immense power and weirdness, so duels in those days were bloody and brutal, and could even be bizarre.

For example, he now sees the image of an unlucky wizard's head irreversibly 'pumpkinised', not swelling to the size of a pumpkin, but becoming a complete 'vegetable'.

Even more miraculously, the loser survives, only to die three years later.

There is some fighting instruction in the book, and the scale is huge, with Felix even seeing how to incorporate a curse within a normal charm.

New tricks to acquire!

It's nearing noon when Felix stepped out of the library to enjoy his lunch.

On the other side, Hermione hesitated slightly before decisively followed.

"Professor! Professor Hap."

Felix stopped in his tracks, "What can I do for you, Miss Granger?" He didn't tell Hermione the fact that she was already the only candidate for an assistant, learning more wasn't a bad thing.

"It's like this, I read in a book that some exceptionally gifted wizards can hear things that others can't, is that true?" Hermione asked as she calmed down her breathing.

Felix looked stunned, Chief K? But he quickly dropped the thought, that didn't ring a bell.

"Can you be more specific, you're giving too broad terms."

Hermione considered carefully, seemingly organizing her words, "It was a short story about a young wizard and ... his father, transcribing material in a castle, and then the young wizard suddenly heard strange words, but his father! Didn't hear anything at all."

Strange, why did Hermione always pause on the word 'father'?

The thought flashed through his mind and Felix pondered it carefully before replying, "There are a lot of little stories that are actually made up, so what you were told isn't necessarily true, but we can discuss it for now."

Hermione nodded cheerfully.

"The first possibility is that the young wizard is lying, and he's trying to use this to gain his father's attention, something that is very common in the Muggle world;" Felix began by stating the answer he thought was most likely.

Seeing Hermione trying to answer, he shook his head, "The second possibility, is that they are making a Transcription of some dangerous grimoire, be aware that some ancient grimoires contain enchantments or have been specially tampered with by their former owners, and dangerous consequences could easily result from unqualified people touching them."

Looking at Hermione thoughtfully, he added, "There are quite a few of these books in the Forbidden section of Hogwarts."

They were all locked up with magic chains, though it's strictly forbidden for young wizards to peek at - unless you had the professor's signature in your hand.

"A third possibility," Felix raised his volume slightly, "is that the young wizard has awakened some talent, such as prophecy, perception, or a sudden mastery of some language."

"Can you elaborate on that, Professor?"

"Well, as you know, some young wizards have special talents, such as animal affinity, or a natural talent for casting spells without a wand, and a rarer one is the gift of prophecy, which Professor Trelawney's elders seem to have ... Oh, and Trelawney is a professor of divination, you probably will take her class."

"As for the gift of language, it is often related to their ancestors, if their ancestors mastered a mermaid language, this gift may be passed on to the next generation, or it may suddenly appear in the bloodline hundreds of years later."

Felix gave a random example, "The young wizard in your story, for example, may well have had an ancestor who spoke the rat language, and he just happened to overhear a certain chatty, ratty gentleman chattering that day."

Hermione remained in place until Professor Hap's figure left, thinking. Could it be that Harry's ancestors had an odd wizard who spoke rat language?

She became somewhat confused.

" This, can't, can't be!"

Harry argued irritably when Hermione relayed Felix's words to Harry and Ron.

He didn't want to admit that he had an ancestor who knew rat language!

Harry felt like he'd had a terrible first week of school. Being detained for driving across Britain, being forcibly assaulted by Lockhart, a crazy encounter with photography enthusiast Colin, plus heavy Quidditch training ...

And with his detention yesterday, he had to write back to Lockhart's fans, one letter after another, endlessly, for four whole hours!

That wasn't the worst of it, in Lockhart's office he heard the disconnected voice, "Kill thee ... rip ... die ... "

When he told both about it this morning, they looked as if he had finally gone mad. And then Hermione volunteered to ask Professor Hap about it, and the answer she got broke him down a little.

" Well that's not always the case mate, I've heard rumours of something like that." Ron whispered, pulling a fat mouse out of his pocket, this one looked a little shrivelled up, "You could try it, by talking to Scabbers!"

Ron held Scabbers in his hands and handed it to Harry with anticipation in his eyes.

Harry had to lower his head and meet the mouse's eyes, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Scabbers rolled his eyes and turned sideways without looking at him.

"Harry, don't use the human tongue! You just spoke in human tongue." Ron said.

Harry: "..." I know what you mean, but can you be more civilized for a change.

He tried a dozen times more and the rat didn't respond a bit, "No!" He breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Fortunately, things hadn't gone in the worst possible direction.

Hermione looked at the farce that had just happened and spoke up to warn him, "Harry, Professor Hap was just giving an example, there are other possibilities."

Ron, however, disagreed, "What else could be in the castle besides rats? It can't be bugs, right?"

The conjecture is even more terrifying, and Harry's body shuddered as he quickly turned on his mind and searched his brain, trying to divert the topic.

"Maybe it's a snake!"

" Snake?"

Ron and Hermione fell silent for a moment, both of them looking at each other with a strange expression.

"You mean, you can talk to snakes?" Ron swallowed heavily.

Harry didn't notice this, he got excited now and recounted his experience of visiting the zoo and talking to one of the snakes in it before he started school.

"A python told you that it had never been to Brazil?" Ron's voice sounded very weak.

"Is there anything to that? I bet there are many people who could have to do that! It's what Professor Hap mentioned, that ... talent!"

Ron didn't say anything and Hermione whispered, "Harry, talking to snakes is the hallmark of Salazar Slytherin. The ability is called Parselmouth, which is why the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake."

"But I'm not." Harry somewhat confused. But then he suddenly remembered that during his first year sorting, the Sorting Hat had strongly recommended that he should choose Slytherin House, and the thought of that made Harry shut his mouth tightly.

"It's okay, mate." Ron patted him on the shoulder in mock relief, "Pureblood wizards often intermarry with each other, maybe you're a great-great-great ... grandson of Slytherin."

Seeing that Harry showed no sign of relaxing at all, he added in a whisper, "Really, if you really want to get down to it, most of the pureblood wizard families can be related, and I'm still related to Malfoy."

"You and Malfoy?" Harry was shocked.

Ron shrugged, "There are only so many pureblood wizards out there, it's normal for them to intermarry with each other. If you ask me, the true purebloods would have been long gone, they wouldn't have been passed down until now if it isn't for the intermarriage "

Harry finally calmed down.

"Harry, it's best not to say a word about this to the outside world," Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded, to his death he wouldn't say a thing, he didn't want to be related to Slytherin.

And Hermione brought the conversation back on track, "Since you're a Parselmouth, the sound you heard the other day was most likely a snake, probably it was moving along a gap in the wall."

"But I heard it saying things like death, killing, and tearing apart to pieces."

"Maybe it was hunting at the time? You know, just chasing some rats, little bugs, whatever." Ron speculated.

Without proof, the trio had no choice but to let it go.

It isn't that big deal anyway!

"Hermione, how's your thesis coming along?" Harry asked.

"Oh no!"

Hermione exclaimed and quickly left, leaving the two dazed in their places.

"Has Hermione been reading herself silly lately? It's the first time I've seen her in this state." Ron said.

Harry shrugged.

Library.

Hermione is all alone occupying a large table filled with thick books, a sheet of parchment in front of her, in which she's furiously scribbling away.

It would probably be an all-nighter today, with less than ten hours before the library closed.

Come on, Hermione! She cheered herself on.

She had only read twelve books so far, and she had only read them in general, skimming through them and remembering no more than fifty percent of them, which was a far cry from her usual habits, and she hadn't even memorized them.

Not only that, but she had to give up her reading habits for the sake of her thesis. But she had decided that when she finished her thesis, she would review this list of books and memorize them all.

She flipped through the pages with a clatter, all the while jotting down appropriate arguments and justifications with madness in which she didn't even notice Mrs Pince walking past her several times.

She stayed until closing time when she finally finished 16 books and staggered back to the common room with the remaining four, and the thick parchment, yawning.

Tonight, she is going to struggle along with the books.

Pushing open the door to the common room, the other young wizards had already gone back and only two remained.

"Harry, Ron?" Hermione somewhat surprised.

"Hi, we didn't see you at dinner and thought you shouldn't be gone and brought this for you." Ron gestured to the table in front of him, on top of which is food wrapped in parchment, which soaked right through the outer layer and oozed with an oily stain.

Hermione covered her mouth, forcing herself not to burst into tears.

Harry chuckled, "We can't help with the thesis, and this is all we can do. Come on, Hermione, you're the smartest person I've ever known in my life."

Hermione nodded heavily.

The two of them left and Hermione opened the parchment, inside were two pies, which she gobbled down.

She is now all alone in the quiet common room.

The next day, Monday, Hermione is in a trance all day, and nearly made Harry the object of her transfiguration while practicing transfiguration.

By noon, she had to make a trip to the infirmary.

There is no second period in the afternoon, and she intended to finish the last two books - having stayed up all night, she had finished her thesis, but she always thought that she must finish them all, and perhaps it would help to add something new to her thesis.

But she is so tired that when Harry finished Quidditch practice, he found Hermione asleep in the common room.

"Hermione, Hermione?"

"Harry?" Hermione's eyes opened sleepily, her hair getting more bushy and ruffled looking.

She quickly woke up and let out a squeak, "What time is it Harry, what time is it?"

"Half-past eight, Hermione." Fred, who had also just finished training, replied, "I'll never forget that bastard Wood, our first weekend of school we trained until half-past eight. And starting the second week, he pushed it even further."

On the sidelines, Wood had a dark look on his face, "I'm still here!"

He isn't the only one, the members of the Gryffindor team were all here, covered in mud and too tired to speak.

Hermione jumped up at once and hurried out the door, not taking more than a few steps before turning back, sorting her parchments on the table quickly, mouthing some words, and confirming that they were in order before tugging up her book bag and quickly disappearing from their sight.

"What a hard-working, studious girl." Angelina commented.

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The office of the Professor of Ancient Magic Runes.

Felix had finished his work for the day. He had three classes today, but half of them were allocated to tests, which he termed as " a way to keep track of the students' learning ", a term used in his previous life, called " Diagnostic Assessment ".

Diagnostic assessment is defined as an evaluation of a student's current level of progress at the beginning of a term or a semester.

It is quite apt for this purpose.

The other half of the class is spent reviewing what has been taught. This was a huge disappointment for the young wizards, who thought they would have the opportunity to continue the magic golem battle.

Luckily, the professor told them that they would see them in his next class and there is an extra reward for their good conduct.

Felix watching a film in his office, and as he watched it with great attention.

Thump, thump, thump!

A quick knock on the door interrupted his entertainment time, and he opened it to see an out-of-breath Hermione.

"Professor ... sorry, I ... phew ... I fell asleep and missed the... ...time!"

Hermione's chest rose and fell violently, her face suffocating and a thin layer of sweat dampening her hair.

Looking at the young witch's desperate look, Felix told her to take it easy and led her into the office.

"Please sit down."

Hermione sat down obediently and, as in hindsight, noticed the film being projected on the wall in front of her.

She swung her head from side to side and quickly saw a projector.

Hermione became a little confused, am I still awake? Aren't muggle items unusable at Hogwarts?

But she didn't dare to move, so she could only watch the projection, and after a few minutes of watching it, she found that, eh, it is quite good.

The film is about a princess who visits Rome and accidentally meets a journalist. You could tell the film was a bit old, but the story is so well-told that you couldn't help but get immersed in it.

Just in time to see a sequence where the princess smashes a violin over the jerk's head.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

Then she heard the footsteps and immediately curbed her smile and sat upright.

Felix had a drink in his hand and handed it to her, "It's butterbeer, I've added a little Invigoration and a Sleeping Draught, they'll give a little help and allow you to sleep well when you get back."

"Thanks, Professor Hap." Hermione took a sip, it tasted a little odd but not unpleasant. She found her spirit lifted and the exhaustion of the past week swept away.

Remembering what she is here for, she quickly opened her book bag, pulled out seven sheets of parchment, and handed them to Felix, "Professor, here is my thesis."

Felix took the thesis and read it while he waved his wand without looking up and several plates of small snacks flew to Hermione, "You can eat and watch a film first, you probably haven't had time for entertainment these days."

Hearing Felix's words, she realized with a jolt that she had once again missed her supper and at the moment every cell in her body is complaining to her.

She flushed slightly and took small bites of the snack, glancing now and then at the professor who is now concentrating on her thesis, and quietly speeding up as she saw that he had no intention whatsoever to look up.

Before she knew it, she had finished her butterbeer and eaten all three plates of snacks, and the film had come to an end.

The feeling of fullness made Hermione's mood pleasant again.

She craned her head to look at the professor and found that he had finished reading her thesis and now in the middle of reading a book with great interest.

"Professor, I'm sorry ..."

Felix looked up with a smile in his eyes, "I thought you quite liked the film."

Hermione: "..."

"Well, let's talk about your thesis." Afraid of the little girl's thin skin, Felix hurriedly changed the subject as he picked up Hermione's thesis and praised her, "A very excellent thesis."

"Logical, smoothly written, and with references to eighteen books, every supporting evidence is just right ..."

Hermione hung her head, a little embarrassed by the compliment.

"Congratulations, you are now my assistant." Felix stood up and walked over to her.

Hermione's eyes blossomed with a radiant glow, "Really? Ah! Professor, I'm, I'm so excited."

"You deserve it," Felix said gently, "You've worked so hard for this, far beyond my expectations, to be honest."

Hermione wanted to cry, she had a tough week.

"As my assistant, you are bound to put some extra time aside in the future ..."

"Professor, I'll try!"

"No no, you misunderstood me," Felix smiled, "something has to be given when something has been taken. For that reason -"

"Gryffindor plus fifty points, each term."

...

Hermione returned to the common room a little dazed, Harry and Ron were playing wizard's chess and the twins were curled up in the corner with a piece of parchment in their hands, muttering something.

A number of the young wizards looked up when they saw Hermione enter, the gossip travelled fastest, and they already knew that Hermione is likely to be that new professor's assistant.

And Felix, who had just finished his Open Class, is now in the limelight.

Harry hurriedly leaped to his feet, and casually brushed the chess pieces aside, "Hermione, how did it go?"

"Hey! I'm about to take the general." Ron muttered in displeasure, though his mind isn't on the board either.

"I did it," Hermione announced the result straight away.

"Yoo-hoo! Hooray for Gryffindor's Miss Know-it-all! She's become the youngest teaching assistant at Hogwarts!" The twins cheered, and they both put their hands behind their backs as they scurried around the common room in a mock aeroplane stance.

A few fireworks went off with a bang and the common room is in a sea of joy as the young wizards came together to give their blessings to Hermione, ignoring her whispered explanation that "she isn't a teaching assistant, but an assistant".

The twins quietly disappeared for a while, bringing back a large bag of all kinds of food to add to the joyful atmosphere in the common room.

Halfway through, they brought Professor McGonagall to the table, who pursed her lips and seemed to be wondering how many points to deduct from the Gryffindor.

"Professor McGonagall, we're celebrating Hermione becoming a teaching assistant." The twins hurried to explain.

Professor McGonagall gave Hermione a quick glance and couldn't help but smile when she saw her nod. "That would be fine ... but ... you guys need to keep your voices down too." Professor McGonagall quickly compromised.

"This is your thesis?" Professor McGonagall looked over from the cheering crowd to the parchment in Hermione's hand.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall."

McGonagall picked up the parchment and counted the number of sheets in surprise before quickly reading it.

It had both Hermione's original text and the annotations added by Felix.

Professor McGonagall flipped through it quickly at first, but soon slowed down. Although Hermione's paper is more akin to some sort of overview, it still is very concise and clear, nearly recapping the entire development of the ancient magic runes.

Basically, anyone who read this thesis of Hermione's would have a more comprehensive understanding of ancient runes.

"A very brilliant paper, I think it qualifies for publication in a magazine."

" I'm still a long way off, Professor Hap has helped me revise a lot of it," Hermione whispered.

Professor McGonagall also felt a little speechless; in her eyes, Hermione's thesis is already very good, but the fact that Felix had managed to come up with more corrections showed how accomplished the brilliant graduate is at ancient runes.

Felix's comments, however, were not so much a fault-finding remark as a remark along the lines of "Suggest reading page 172-174 of the History of Ancient Magic Runes to deepen your understanding", which in fact meant that Hermione had not thought deeply enough.

"He's too harsh." Even Professor McGonagall, who is known for her harshness, couldn't help but side with Hermione.

"Professor Hap considers me as qualified, and his annotations are what I'm going to do in the next stage," Hermione explained.

Professor McGonagall nodded at this and looked at the thesis, the more she looked at it, the more she loved it.

"Tell you what, when you've revised your thesis according to Professor Hap's annotations, I'll pass it on to a friend of mine for you, it might have a chance of being published."

The young witch looked like she is worshipping the big shot.

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The next morning, when the young wizards got up in the morning only to find that Gryffindor had an additional fifty points to their House points at once and leading the House Cup as first, there were many inquires about what had happened yesterday.

And so it was announced that Hermione had become the new Ancient Rune Professor's assistant.

Gryffindor was naturally the proudest, and the other houses were inevitably a bit sceptical that a second-year student who had just started school could become a professor's assistant?

Was there something fishy going on?

So there followed a very nasty scene on the pitch when Draco Malfoy called Hermione a "mudblood" and Ron, in a fit of rage, used his "half-ruined" wand to inflict a curse, which he hit himself instead.

Hermione felt very upset, but Hagrid reassured her, "He must be jealous, that wicked boy! Our Hermione could write a difficult thesis, yet they couldn't think of one!"

But soon the tide changed. This was because the professor of Ancient Magic Runes had released an extremely long thesis to be distributed as supplementary study material to every young wizard who had taken the Ancient Magic Runes course, including seventh years.

This paper, naturally, is from Hermione's work.

Numerous senior students tried to find an omission in it, but at their level, they could not find a single error.

It is not that Hermione's level of ancient runes surpasses that of the seventh graders; she hasn't even begun to learn them yet. Rather, it was that she had, almost single-handedly, reorganized the history of ancient runes, the directions of research, the major achievements, and the theoretical schools of thought, and she had brought the material up to date to the last year.

No one has bothered to do this work for nearly thirty years, and as a result, all those who study ancient runes have an outdated version of the history of ancient runes at their fingertips.

That is what made this Hermione thesis so valuable.

Several professors expressed their fondness for this thesis on different occasions, notably Professor Flitwick, who nearly fainted with enthusiasm in class.

And so all the controversy came to an abrupt end. Especially after Hermione's reference list was "kindly" shared by a Gryffindor student, the debate has now changed from "Hermione is quite perverse" to "the new professor is a sicko".

It's not too much to say that a second-year who reads twenty books and writes seven sheets of parchment in a week is a bit "perverse".

Countless young wizards who had chosen the ancient runes trembled.

Professor Felix Hap felt his reputation had been tarnished.

Even Professor Snape followed suit when he mocked Neville in his recent Potions class by saying, "With your intelligence, I would sincerely advise you not to take Ancient Runes in your third grade, you'll make the professor think he's teaching a troll."

Felix's Ancient Magic Runes course is starting to get on track.

Fourth-year class.

"Welcome to the classroom of Ancient Magic Runes, this is our first class." Felix looked down at the young lions and the young snakes.

In there, there are two other familiar figures, the Weasley twins.

"I don't want to spend too much time repeating the significance of this class, some of the information I have already revealed in advance in the open class."

"You need this class if you aspire to trace the glory of wizards as they once were, and to decipher the mysteries of ancient wizards' magic from murky magic manuscripts;"

"You need this course if you aspire to create mysterious artefacts of alchemy, to reproduce the relics of magic that belong to legends and fairy tales;"

"If you wish to study the true meaning of magic, to uncover the greatness and glory that belongs to the wizard alone, you need this course as well."

Felix watched the young wizards' expressions closely and felt slightly satisfied to see them involuntarily rise in solemnity; it seemed that this opening statement could be delivered a few more times.

"But it will all start with the basics."

On the podium, Felix waved his wand and a suitcase opened abruptly, from which dozens of golems flew out and landed precisely in front of the young wizards.

"Cool!" The twins looked at each other and exclaimed in unison.

The other young wizards also excitedly grabbed the golems and held them in their hands, playing with them over and over, while many others pointed their wands and tried to get them to move.

"Given that third and fourth years are the least bothered about exams, our lessons will be mainly practical."

There is a cheer off the stage.

Felix waited for a moment, letting the young wizards toss the golems in their hands as they pleased, before continuing, "I think some of you have noticed that the golems you're holding can't move."

He smiled mysteriously, with a certain mischievousness, "- in a sense, they are half-baked."

The young wizards looked at him dumbfounded.

"That's right, half-baked, these magic golems are missing some key magic runes at the magic nodes - Connection, Consistency, Balance, Coordination - these are the four practical types of magic runes you are covering this term, and there are 27 altogether."

"Once you have mastered all of them, you will then be given a true magic golem."

"Plus, of course, 482 theory-based magic runes, and that's all of you will be learning this year," Felix added.

One of the twins shouted, "Professor, hurry up and let's get started."

Felix gave him a satisfied look, not bad, he's a funny guy. "In today's lesson, I will explain the four magic runes involved in the role of the Connection, and if you can successfully master them, you will be able to make your magic golem active."

"Move?"

"The basic movements, such as punching, kicking, rolling, etc."

"Professor, can you teach more?"

"Of course ... I can't."

The young wizards then stayed focused on class like never before, each trying to master the four magic runes as quickly as possible, yet only Fred Weasley succeeded partially by the end of the class - his golem could keep swinging its right arm, but only its right arm.

" Plus ten points for Gryffindor."

Near the end of class, Felix began to assign homework.

"The homework is to practice today's four magic runes, and the magic golem you have in your hands is temporarily placed in your care for you to practice with."

"I hope that in the next class you will all be able to master these four magic runes."

George raised his hand, "Professor, what if the golem breaks?" There is a point where he wanted to take the thing apart for imitation.

"Don't worry, I've applied some protective wards."

Felix said again as if being kind -

" Under the protective wards, your magic will only stay for half an hour, so, you know, practice a lot."

The young wizards who were still packing up their things looked dumbfounded and turned their heads to look at the friendly-faced professor.

But this is nothing for the extremely skilled twins; their focus was on the other side. Fred asked, "Professor, will you be teaching a new magic rune in the next class?"

He couldn't wait to craft his own magic golem.

"It depends on your overall progress." Felix's attitude is quite ambiguous. In fact, of course not, the next class and the next after are theory classes, so be a good boy and go translate the runes for me.

Do you really think I would be tending sheep, what about the assessment?

Felix's strategy is to get the little wizard worked up with runes first, then he could do whatever he wanted.

"By the way, I will conduct tests, both theoretical and practical, before Halloween. The one with the highest combined score will receive a golem made by my own hands," Felix whispered, "an upgraded version of this."

"Now, class dismissed!"

...

The same strategy repeated over the next few days, and soon the young wizards in the third and fourth years were like they had been pumped up and were feverishly studying the subject of ancient magic runes.

After class, there were lots of hand-me-downs and wands to gesticulate at the golem.

This enthusiasm climaxed when Fred Weasley gave a public tap dance performance with a magic golem on Friday before the Transfiguration class began.

Professor McGonagall wasn't too happy though and gave two points off for Gryffindor.

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Professor Hap had a different attitude towards the fifth and seventh-year students.

He waved his wand and handed out a sheet of tests papers to the students, which were from their last year.

Felix stood on the stage without speaking, but a low pressure had been placed over the young wizards.

The seventh-year students are the ones who had been a "schoolmate" of the professor for three years, especially when they had first enrolled here and Felix was in his fifth year.

What did he do in his fifth year?

Well, he invited a certain Shafiq family to a duel, so these students were all badly shaken by the fact that they had witnessed the most vicious side of this man right from the start.

In the eyes of the young, naive first years, is that an invitation to a duel? It's a death notice! And the kind that a whole family would send together.

Felix fiddled with his wand, seeing that the atmosphere was pretty much set, and finally spoke up, "Here are your results from last session's test, and to be honest, I'm a little disappointed, quite disappointed ..."

"Marcus!"

Marcus Flint shivered and stood up, "Senio ... Professor." Felix might not remember him, but he remembered Felix clearly because one of the "Shafiq" was seated next to him in the great hall during mealtime.

As a pureblood, his father had asked that senior to look after him, and he had just started school when he ran into a major storm.

He still couldn't forget the way that spirited senior had fallen to the ground.

Felix walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, "The grades are a bit poor, do well from now on, I have my eye on you."

"Yes ... Professor."

What else could Marcus say, go back and study like hell!

Felix very satisfied with this Slytherin's attitude, after all, it was his own house, which is still very powerful.

"Let's start the lesson, there's a little too much to cover today, so I'll make it quick and you guys do these three sets of papers when you go back."

"After all, your NEWTs exams are right around the corner this year ..."

...

Saturday, Gryffindor common room.

Percy looked exhausted, he had just finished his twelve-inch History of Magic thesis on the History of the Development of the Crucible and the History of Revolution, but there were six more subject assignments waiting for him - he had chosen far too many courses on his plate.

Damn it, if this keeps up, there won't even be a time for a date!

Hermione walked out of the girls' dormitory clutching a large volume of books and saw Harry and Ron gathered around a table with seven or eight other young wizards at one side, seemingly looking at something amusing.

She walked over there and the Weasley twins were there, in fact, they were dancing with their wands guiding two golems together.

She recognized these two golems, which happened to be the ones that Professor Hap had shown in the open class.

To the silent music (that is, no music), a pair of half-foot-tall men and women embraced each other, dancing and wandering across the tabletop with lightning-fast steps - making it their dance floor.

Lee Jordan is narrating the 'plot': "And so, Fireboy and Icegirl fall in love, and the young couple become the envy of all. But it doesn't last long, and their philosophies clash so badly that they simply fought!"

And Fred and George matched his narration, with Fred waving his wand first and Ice Girl kicked the Fireboy in his face.

"Oh! Ice Girl steals the lead and kicks her former lover a solid two ft. Is this how a once monolithic vow dissipates?" Lee Jordan cried out in pain.

Not to be outdone, George flicked his wand one after the other, and Fireboy jumped up and landed a hard punch to Ice Girl's gut, followed by a kick that sent her flying far away.

"At last, Fireboy isn't seem concerned, love is no match for a battle of philosophies! He had to strike, he moved, he moved, he finally kicked! Beautiful!"

A little witch on the sidelines, "Boo!" booed.

Hermione looked around in amazement, you guys are excellent in this, and with drama too.

After a few more minutes, Fireboy used a wave of quick punches to gain the upper hand and then took off with a kick, although he dropped in midair.

Next, Ice Girl stood still for a moment in the process as well.

" Out of power, out of power!" Ryan Thomas, who had grown up in the Muggle world, spoke in uncertain words.

Fred and George grabbed the golem and ran to the corner and began re-inscribing with the ancient magic runes.

"Professor Hap is so harsh, only half an hour of activity for a single copy of the magic rune is allowed to be supplied." Many of the young wizards vocalized about a certain professor.

The crowd dispersed and the trio re-found their seats.

Hermione glanced at the twins who were in the distance, "They can do that already?"

"It's nothing, quite a few wizards have spent a lot of time on it." Ron explained, "Fred said that Cedric, from Hufflepuff, used to get up in the middle of the night and secretly practice in order to win the pre-Halloween exams and get the mysterious prize."

"There are also quite a few witches that don't move an inch without hugging their golem all day."

Hermione nodded, it's true that she had seen little witches hugging magic golems everywhere this week, "But that's not Fred's magic golem, is it?"

Ron said casually, "He borrowed it from Angelina, to create a remix of that classic battle in the great hall. But they're still pretty close if you ask me, I mean, they've only just finished learning their first set of magic runes, and they need to master four more, it's like collecting chocolate frog cards and putting all the pieces together to form a set ..."

"Harry, you didn't train today?"

Harry grimaced, "Training is in the afternoon." It had just been two weeks, but he is already a bit overwhelmed.

Ron suddenly "snorted" as he looked at Harry and Hermione and whispered, "I'm told that Wood has been having a headache with his Ancient Rune homework, and thanks to Professor Hap, Harry was able to have an easy day."

"Difficult homework?" Hermione speculated.

"No," Ron's holding back his laughter, " The professor's sixth-year homework isn't translation though, instead it's about writing a thousand-word essay called 'My Summer Holiday Life'."

Hermione had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This style seemed to be common when she was in elementary school ...

Professor Hap is also from a muggle background and did have a lot of life experience there, Hermione thought to herself.

The three were chatting when Percy suddenly stood up, packed his things quickly, and left without looking back, carrying his school bag.

It is time for his date!

Watching Percy's back, Harry looked at him thoughtfully, "He looks a bit irritated."

Ron shrugged, "Percy's taken too many classes, he passed 12 OWLs and tried to continue taking 12 courses this year, but Professor McGonagall persuaded him to drop part of them."

The two lamented a little and then looked at Hermione in unison, would this be what Hermione's future looked like?

Hermione ignored the two and settled down to read her book.

Harry looked at the Ancient History of Runes book in Hermione's hand and couldn't help but ask her, "Didn't you pass the test, why are you still reading this book?"

Hermione turned the page, "Professor Hap wrote a bunch of annotations on my thesis, all of which were things I had to pay attention to, and besides, I found the Ancient Magic Runes to be quite interesting."

"Quite interesting ..."

The two academic scums looked at each other, every time they talked to Hermione about their studies, they felt like they were wearing the contraption around their necks that Hagrid had used to plant the pumpkins in the field.

So they played wizard's chess on their own.

By the afternoon, Wood leads the team out of the common room, and Harry had thought about asking what he is going to do about his ancient magic rune homework, but eventually kept his mouth shut when he thought that even the end of the world wouldn't stop him from training.

On the way, he ran into Colin Creevy, who once again greeted him with a warm "Hello! Harry", to which Harry returned a feeble "Hello to you too, Colin".

He had anticipated that the rest of the training session would be accompanied by numerous flashes and shutter clicks.

Inside the castle, Ron is bored, and he had to do his homework.

He glared at the blank parchment for a while and finally folded a paper aeroplane with it, which ended up hitting Neville on the nose, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

In the evening, after dinner, Hermione arrived at Felix's office to report for duty.

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The ancient magic rune professor's office.

Felix in the middle of grading assignments, a job so tedious it gave him the illusion of counting 1 plus 1 and repeating it hundreds of times. Luckily, he's completely liberated when he handed over this job to Hermione, who had just knocked on the door and is still unsure of the situation.

"It's mainly Year 5 and Year 7 papers, based on multiple-choice and translation of short sentences, and it's relatively easy to mark - you just compare the correct answers and cross all the wrong ones."

And Hermione lived up to her reputation as a school tyrant, quickly getting into the swing of it, and, well, she is very good at this type of work.

Felix, on the other hand, looked over Hermione's revised thesis - it's going to be submitted to Professor McGonagall for publication in an academic journal, and he had to keep a strict eye over it. But instead of simply and brutally modifying it straight away, he kept making comments and giving page numbers for references.

He thought this approach would be more helpful in the case of Hermione.

Half an hour later, the two had finished their work at about the same time.

"Okay, let's get to the point."

While Hermione had been the one performing her assistant duties before, it's now up to Felix to fulfil his promise.

The two sat face to face on the sofa with a small short table between them and Felix used his wand to conjure up two glasses of juice. He tried to get Miss Granger to relax, but she still seemed restrained.

"I can see from your thesis that you already know enough about the history of ancient magic runes, even if you haven't started studying it yet, but I can assure you that your progress will be very fast."

"Professor, I am reading the Easy Introduction to Ancient Magic Runes and have also learned how to consult the Dictionary of Magic Runes and the Collection of Magic Charms, including the list of books you gave me earlier, though I do not fully understand most of them." The young witch sat up straight and quickly described her latest learning progress.

Felix froze for a moment, "Very good, but I won't spend much time discussing how to translate it with you, at most I'll give you some advice."

"You can begin around the year 900, the point at which Hogwarts is established; the four founders were all great figures who carried on the legacy of their predecessors, and they both translated many of the manuscripts of their predecessors and left behind a lot of research material that left future generations scratching their heads, which dwelt in the earliest library."

"However, that part of the material is now kept in the Forbidden Books section, with Madam Ravenclaw keeping it mostly intact, while most of the Slytherin material got lost, probably because he took his research with him in a fit of anger after splitting up with the other three ..."

Felix unfolded a piece of history that Hermione kept listening to, "But it could also be that what Slytherin researched was not suitable for the library, who knows."

"I can sign some slips for books if you need them."

Felix stood up and gestured for Hermione to follow him, and the two made their way to his workstation.

"My research is not directed towards translation, but towards discovering the power of the magic runes themselves. Like this-"

He picked up a palm-sized piece of chestnut wood on the table and injected magic into the carving knife, carving a single magic rune into the surface of the chestnut. When the words were first written out, they quickly glowed a searing red, but soon died out and turned into dark lines.

Hermione, seeing this for the first time, watched with awe while she searched her mind to try and decipher what the professor is doing, but came up with nothing.

Felix finished carving the magic rune and handed it to Hermione casually, "You can have a feel of it."

She reached out and took the chestnut piece, without having to fondle it she sensed the magic fluctuations on it keenly, a warm touch came to her fingertips as she ran her fingers across the dark magic rune.

"The magic rune can store magic for a short time, but if left unprocessed, the magic on it will last up to three days, and that's with the properties of the chestnut wood itself stacked on top of it."

Hermione nodded; chestnut wood, as a wand material, is quite good at carrying and conducting magic power.

"There are quite a few solutions for this flaw, such as -"

"You can thread them through and form circuits, thus greatly extending the retention of magic;"

"Or you can apply special preservation enchantments;"

"Or add storage and conversion circuits ..."

Hermione's little brain desperately tried to memorize, she couldn't wait to pick up the parchment and write down every single word Professor Hap had said.

The process of Felix's explanation is also a process of reorganizing his own knowledge system. Unlike the previous three years when he had not had enough knowledge to eat, he now had too many choices to make and had to choose carefully.

The lecture to the little witch is therefore incidental, and at the moment he is lost in thought, muttering, "But these means will only last, thirty to fifty years, and they will eventually decay with time."

Why his voice trailed off? Hermione quickly moved closer to the table and stretched her neck to listen harder.

"Are the heroes and mythical creations just a speculation, or are they real?"

"Were their mighty wizards?"

"If so, those Rune creations that have been passed down for thousands of years, how exactly do they manage to be immortal?"

Watching the professor lapse into silence, Hermione speculated, "Maybe they can provide themselves with a constant source of magic from their surrounding like us."

Felix laughed dumbly, "How is that possible, they aren't living creatures."

"And what about the Sorting Hat? The Sorting Hats have been around for a thousand years and can communicate with people and has its own intelligence." Hermione tried to give examples to support her speculation, "And the portraits of past Headmasters in the Headmaster's office, I've heard Harry mention them."

"Miss Granger, the portrait itself is a subtle magical artefact that carries a person's thoughts. And as far as I know, a magical portrait cannot be sustained for long without regular maintenance, although this interval may last for decades ..."

"But, Sorting Hat," Felix pondered for a moment, "I did overlook it, I don't know much about it, perhaps I should reintroduce myself to it sometime?"

"Well, Miss Granger, let's stop our brainstorming tour there. Next-"

Felix took the palm-sized piece of chestnut wood from Hermione's hand, "Next I will thread these magic runes through so that they form a circuit, just watch."

This work is quite delicate, and he carefully drew out the lines and connected them to each other, explaining as he did so, "This step is important, many alchemical creations have complex functions."

Ten minutes later, he handed the chestnut piece to Hermione, allowing her to feel the difference between before and after.

"I feel the magic flowing, there are fluctuations and ups and downs, it ... it seems to be resisting me," Hermione stated her feelings with some disbelief.

It is a little incredible.

Felix understood, "You say resisting because it is a rough half-finished piece in its own right now, with magical fluctuations spreading wildly, and you felt that."

"Of course, it also means you're very perceptive, you must have a great talent for the magic spell."

Hermione's face turned red.

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.

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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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It took a whole bar of chocolate to bring Hermione back to normal, and although she looked rather tired, at least her intelligence went online again.

"Professor, is this the downfall of the thinking room? It was as if I hadn't slept for three days and nights, and then this exhaustion came rushing towards me all at once." She described how she felt.

"That's one of the drawbacks: it accelerates the consumption of your energy, and that consumption is constantly stacked." Felix explained, "You've just spent seven hours in the thinking room, but the level of exhaustion felt could be more than fourteen hours."

With that Felix looked at her thoughtfully, "It looks like you will have to shorten your time in the Thinking Room in the future, I think three to five hours, twice a week, would be a more appropriate frequency."

Hearing the professor's desire to compress her study time, Hermione is about to retort out of habit, but the experience she just had made her heart palpitate, and she acknowledged Felix's arrangement.

Her attention quickly shifted to the magic she saw just now, and she asked curiously, "Professor, how did you come up with that magic, it's simply amazing, I think the Ministry of Magic would award you an Order of Merlin!"

Felix shook his head and said softly, "This magic is still very imperfect. I originally thought - it would give me hours, even dozens of hours, out of thin air, but in practice, I've encountered far too much trouble."

"The essence of this memory magic is that it makes you think faster, which is currently about -" he glanced at the clock, "three times faster or so."

Hermione craned her head to stare at the clock too, with a very mixed expression, "I've been in the thinking room for seven hours and only two hours have passed in the outside world. It's, like, a miracle!"

How much time one would have been able to spend studying if others were to learn this magic as well!

I suppose the side effects of the magic could be tolerated by very few people, though.

And one would have to be assisted by Professor Hap ...

Looks like she's the lucky one, Hermione thought gleefully.

Felix went on to explain, "The Thinking Room is not real-world, essentially, everything about it is made up from your perceptions. Do you realize what's wrong with it?" Felix asked.

Hermione thought for a moment, "It reflects our own perceptions of the outside world, which means - means, we can't get the right feedback! No, I can obviously practice rune writing in there."

The young witch's idea behind the existence of the Thinking Room is that the wizard's perception of the outside world made it impossible for her to "construct" something she had no idea about, such as - using the Thinking Room she can't be able to brew potions, practice magic, or, of course, master magic runes.

But again, this is contrary to her experience.

Felix watched with interest as the young witch spun her brain around, thinking hard - Professor McGonagall's assessment of Miss Granger was very apt.

"That child has a great thirst for knowledge, and she has always been able to grasp the knowledge in books faster than anyone else. Of course, she may not be as gifted as you, but I suppose you are an exception ..."

It is true that he is an anomaly, after all, he has a special advantage when it comes to practicing magic spells. And his view of the witch kept changing, from a familiar stranger to a recommended candidate for an assistant, to a hard-working academic tyrant.

True enough, as one of the three main characters of the original plot, their potential is rarely matched.

And what kind of talent did the other two have? Felix's mind spun.

The clock ticked away.

"Could it be because of your presence, Professor?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

Felix revealed the answer with an approving look, "I'm the one using the magic, so the thought room is constructed with my perceptions, at least for the most part. And that would mean-"

"It means that your knowledge of ancient magic runes overrides my perceptions!"

Hermione dawned on her, "Your understanding of ancient runes far exceeds mine, which is why I can practice ancient runes in your perception."

In short, Felix was the creator of the thinking room and Hermione was his invited guest.

Hermione followed this line of reasoning, "So this magic ... doesn't seem to do much for the Professor."

Felix shrugged, "It's more or less useful. It has all the books I've read before, which allows me to quickly refresh what I've learned. Or it comes in very handy when I want to have a period of undisturbed reflection."

In fact, Felix originally developed it as a form of combat magic - using it to gain superb dynamic vision and reflexes.

Combined with his own level 6 Apparition and Stupefy, it simply slipped through the cracks.

This idea came to him in his fifth year, but he had no clue how to do it until he graduated.

Compelled to keep a tube of magic potion with him at all times, he improved his reflexes by getting "high', on drugs".

It is only after he read a lot of research papers on the brain and mind in the Muggle world that he was able to make some progress, but unfortunately, it is used for teaching purposes now.

A long way to go.

Putting those thoughts aside, Felix advised her, "The Thinking Room is still not the same as the real world, and you will have to keep practicing over the next week to turn the illusory sensations into a genuine reality."

Hermione is now in a state where she has been playing a VR game in which she has learned the skill called " frying ". If she started learning to cook when she got back to reality, it would be like having a tenfold experience on, but if she didn't make any extra effort, that somewhat 'imaginary' experience would quickly pass away.

Certainly not today, she is too tired.

"Professor ..." Hermione bit her lip nervously, as if she had something to ask.

"What?"

"Nothing." Hermione swiftly said.

She had seen Malfoy go out of Professor Hap's office on her way here today, could it be that Malfoy was also getting help from the Professor to train in the Thinking Room? She wanted to ask the professor, but couldn't find the right excuse.

Perhaps Ron might know?

Ever since the slug incident, Ron had been particularly concerned about Malfoy, especially the news of his downfall.

After a ten-minute break, Hermione still looked a little sickly, but it isn't a big deal, so she'd just have to go back and get a good night's sleep.

...

Evening, Common Room.

Hermione asked Ron about this and is surprised that he actually knew.

Ron grinned widely, "He's been confined by Professor Hap. It's the third day. ... According to the story, Professor Hap thought he was disrespecting his classmates, so he punished him by copying books."

"Copying books?" Harry asked curiously, very happy about his old rival's downfall, and couldn't wait to find out more details.

"That's right, the complete hand-copying kind. I overheard him complaining to Crabbe and Goyle about it, it is two huge books, stacked at least three inches thick, and he had to spend a month of his time on it."

"What books?"

"I caught a glimpse of it at the time, didn't really read it, seemed to be Muggle or something." Ron frowned for a while, "Right! I remember, Malfoy made a comment at the time, complaining that books are written by Professor Hap that didn't sell a thing and is only used for punishing students."

"Is it "How Muggles Think" and "The Muggle Struggle: from a Million Years Ago"?" Hermione blurted out the two book titles in one breath.

Ron rubbed his head, "It seems to be ... but how do you know?"

Hermione didn't reply but stomped back to her dormitory, and within a few moments, she is carrying two books over.

They were indeed big ... Harry thought to himself. Looking at the spines of the books, they were exactly the two names Hermione had mentioned.

Ron's mouth widened, "Hermione, don't tell me that you used this for a pastime too."

"You have a problem with that?" Hermione frowned forcefully.

Harry took a book and flipped it through the middle, inside were large passages of text that made his eyes dizzy for a moment. "Hermione, do you even need to read these types of books? I mean, we grew up in a Muggle family."

Hermione looked amused, "It's still interesting to see the muggle world from a wizard's point of view. And Professor Hap wrote a brilliant book, he discusses issues from a perspective that I would have never considered at all."

Then she added hatefully, "What a bargain for Malfoy, if it wasn't for Professor Hap, he'd never have read such an excellent book in his life!"

Hermione didn't mince her words in complimenting Felix, and the two boys looked at each other and silently exchanged remarks - Hermione's object of admiration didn't shift from Lockhart to this Professor Hap, right?

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Felix watched the young witch leave as he stood at the window, he could vaguely see through the darkness in the distance, a pair of young wizards sitting holding hands and enjoying a leisurely weekend.

"The Age of Peace ..." he chewed on the word with slight emotion, it wasn't until he returned to Hogwarts that he realized the effects of war as an afterthought.

When the Dark Lord had wreaked havoc, Felix had been leading the older kids in the Muggle orphanage to beat up the punks from the school next door, and it was safe to say he had a happy time. And by the time he enrolled in school, the Dark Lord had been gone for almost a year.

It turned out to be a very messy time in the wizarding world - Death Eaters busy trying to escape their sins, ambitious people eager to seize the power vacuum, victims constantly demanding for compensation, and fugitives who were not happy with their defeat hiding in the gutter and plotting a comeback. None of this affected him, of course; it was the young wizards at Hogwarts who affected him.

The pure-blooded families of the wizarding world at the time did everything they could to distance themselves from the Dark Lord, and did they discriminate against wizarding muggle family?, Absolutely not, But how they behaved at home, and how they educated the next generation, might have been a different story.

It's during the time that he enrolled in Hogwarts and-

Shh! Keep quiet, look what we found, a muggle-born Slytherin! Let's bully him!

Well, that was the mental activity of most of the Slytherin students at the time.

When the dinner was over and Felix was about to make friends with his roommates, a Slytherin said to him with a disgusted look on his face, "Go away, you vile mudblood!"

Felix didn't understand the meaning of the word until he subconsciously shot the other person with a Petrificus Totalus, I mean, whoops.

Both sides were a bit confused at the time.

Luckily, there was only one head of steel, the other two roommates had frighteningly low knucklehead values and if you ask one question they answered ten, so by the time he lay in bed that night he already had some idea of what his future held.

He realized that this clash today would not be the end of events, but the very start of everything.

What followed was as he had expected, but fortunately, in just one week he had fought to convince, yuck! He forced himself to make friends with the new students, who have said more than once in public that Félix is a good guy, not only talented but also helpful.

He couldn't beat the upper classmen for the time being, but with the professors and school rules in place, they wouldn't cast a vicious spell on him. After all, a fight in the same year could be described as a frictional clash, but an attack by a senior against a junior would result in expulsion.

And by the time he had shown his great magical talent, there weren't many who still wanted to get involved with him.

Needless to say, there was no shortage of smart people in Slytherin.

But the danger didn't only exist at school, Felix couldn't remember how many death threats he had received during his school years, but he clearly remembered the first one was at his first year's Christmas party.

It was an anonymous yelling letter, and he guessed it was probably sent by the parent of one of the new students he had beaten up at the time.

Still, he had cautiously stayed in school that year, by bonking a second-year Slytherin, so he was detained- and he couldn't be blamed for that, they had made the first move, and he had just made the best out of it.

But he didn't expect the death threats to intensify, and at the beginning of his second year, a batch of red Howler flew at him, filling the great hall with "Get out of Slytherin, you filthy mudblood!" Or "Don't let me see you, or I'll wipe out Slytherin's shame with my own hands!"

The young wizards at dinner were stunned, and Headmaster Dumbledore was particularly serious as he examined the remains of the Howler himself. But it was difficult to trace the source of such things; the owl was rent and the sound was disguised.

Frankly, he was in a difficult position. He wanted to study magic in peace, but things never worked out the way he expected.

Felix had to continue his plan of making friends, making more friends and fewer enemies. To do this, he had to suffer some misunderstandings - people who didn't know the truth interpreted it as him striking out in retaliation.

It wasn't long before he approached a third-year Slytherin, who had developed a particular dislike for him and sent him to the school clinic for three weeks under the guise of "seeking guidance".

He actively visited this friend afterward and was distraught at his "mistake", which was, after all, an accident!

Professor, I'm really distressed, you want to deduct my points and detain me during this holiday? Go ahead and deduct them, I can bear it ...

Felix suddenly realized that if you want to get into trouble with Slytherin, it's really easy, all you have to do is call their family rubbish in a place where no one is around.

This fishing tactic was tried and proven.

After a few times, the third year Slytherin succumbed - the most headstrong he encountered was still that roommate, but even headstrong as he was, he happily accepted his friendship after seven days of lying on the floor.

In his third year, he put down the last stubborn seventh year Slytherin, and when it was done, there was a real sense of enjoyment in beating the odds and passing out with a full grade.

But he was still afraid to step out of school; he still had to deal with the annual death threats.

That's why he spent the whole year desperately trying to gain two level 6 spells when his magic theory was only level 4!

But it was worth it, as he was able to use his level six "Full Body-Bind Curse" and "Shield Charm" to take out the seven idiots who tried to attack him over the holiday in the fourth year, and who are still living in Azkaban!

The next time he initiated a family duel at the beginning of the fifth year, it was no big deal to him, and none of the official duels took place - that Shafiq was simply picked up the next day.

After that, he lived happily ever after until graduation.

After graduation, Felix didn't choose the Ministry of Magic or the wizengamot as destinations, he wasn't interested in working there.

Good prospects? Good pay?

Well, he could finally justify it by saying, I'm not interested in the money.

He then wanted to stay in school, but unfortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore turned him down.

"You're young, travel more and see more, or work in peace for at least two years."

Felix ended up picking the travel the world option, experiencing the wizarding customs of different countries like clockwork, especially the black markets of different countries, where there was no shortage of old magic manuscripts and alchemical artefacts, which he desperately needed.

He also met some interesting (dark) wizards as a result, and everyone covered their faces so that they didn't judge a book by its cover, but rather each took what they wanted.

When he meets some particular dark wizards, he happily tests his magic ideas on them, and it must be emphasized here that he hasn't ended any lives personally, but has created a bunch of idiots - hopefully, some of his friends and their family will take them back for treatment.

His "thinking room" is also taking shape a little at that time.

After his travels, Felix applied again for a teaching position at Hogwarts and was politely refused in return. However, it seemed that he was not interested in the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore suggested that he should live in the Muggle world for a while.

Felix chose to accept. On the one hand, he thought it might be a "test" from Dumbledore, as he was not really a "professorial candidate" after all the things he had done at school, and on the other hand, he wanted to pave a way for himself as a scholar --This way, even if the professorial path did not work out, he could still communicate with other famous wizards.

He was very confident about this. On muggle studies, there was one thing he could do in a heartbeat.

He could write ten books on muggle research a year if he wasn't afraid of shocking the jaws of the wizarding world. But in the end, he decided to be patient and make more sense of what he was doing.

In the span of two years, his correspondence with Dumbledore had increased dramatically in frequency, with Felix constantly sending him a number of research manuscripts and the two exchanging correspondence on Muggle issues.

This gave him hope that he would return to Hogwarts.

Although midway through his third job attempt, he failed again ... as he looks back on the journey, he still feels miserable. But from the correspondence, he realized that Dumbledore's attitude had quietly changed.

The next step is to publish a book and release it. His books received a lukewarm response in the market, but were extremely informative in the eyes of professionals.

The name Felix Hap was also given the title of "expert on Muggle research".

Thanks to this, in the third year of his career, he was able to establish pen-pal relationships with many famous wizards, which benefited him greatly.

He was also asked by the ministries of magic in some small countries to be head of their department that dealt with muggle issues, but he declined.

Exactly three years after graduating, he finally received an offer of an interview at Hogwarts.

It all begins here ...

Felix stood at the window, watching the sun go down, a glimmer of afterglow clinging to the horizon.

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Time is gradually advancing towards October.

One month into his career, Felix has settled into the intense teaching routine and has become comfortable with it.

In Years 3 and 4, Felix ran a few practical activities in the classroom to stimulate their interest, and I have to admit that the young wizards are quite brainy, as they have only learned the first set of basic magic runes, i.e. so they can manipulate the golem to perform basic actions, and able to play with them.

The girls' "dance group" and the boys' "blood combat" were extremely popular now.

Felix also discovered a talent called Cedric, a fourth-year student from Hufflepuff, who developed a wonderful idea to use it - which is passing notes in class.

In History of Magic class, the lesson was probably really boring, so Cedric manipulated the golem to wander around the classroom and pass notes to his best friend. Several drowsy young wizards were stunned at the sight, and the golem bounced over to the feet of one young wizard - who was asleep and drooling.

Cedric gave a small flick with his wand and the golem jumped up with a jolt, knocking its small fist on the little wizard's knee.

" Thud!"

The sleepy little wizard suddenly woke up and subconsciously kicked out, and the golem took straight off, passing through Professor Binns' body and smashing into the ground.

Professor Binns, the only player at Hogwarts OZ, who had been immersed in his teaching world for decades, snapped in a rare fit of anger, "Rembert, for disrupting class, ten points off for Ravenclaw!"

The honest Hufflepuff stood up and stated that his name was not Rembert, nor was he a Ravenclaw, and he was then detained.

Such gossip spread through the school instantly, and by the next day, there were already those who couldn't wait to try and replicate the feat, which was swiftly suppressed by a cadre of campus mobsters led by Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick.

The twin brothers were unlucky enough to be deducted fifty points by Professor McGonagall, plus three additional weeks of detention, for manipulating a magic golem into fighting with a lizard, a transfiguration prop, in Transfiguration class.

At the dinner table, Professor McGonagall politely reminded Felix not to indulge his students, which led him to re-affirm in class that they should not practise the magic golem in any other class but his, or he would take back the teaching aids.

The young sixth-year wizards were still struggling with their "handicapped" magic golems. They don't have the same perfect teaching aids as Year 3 and 4, and they have to draw out 30% of the runes by themselves.

This makes Year 6 a very bizarre place to visit, as you can often see the oddball golem with disabled legs, crawling on their hands, and many young witches have to sign a series of unequal treaties - such as writing their homework for the younger students - in order to borrow their favourite golem from them.

The fifth and seventh-year students, however, have the most comprehensive range of golems, although theirs is a 'trial version', judged by theoretical grades for the experience time, and not everyone can get their hands on one.

At weekends, the students meet at various school locations, look at each other knowingly, and engage in a battle with their magic golems.

Their moves and tricks were so skilful that they seem to have trained hard in private.

Whenever this happened, a group of young wizards would quickly gather around them to watch and comment on the battle.

Some of the first and second-year wizards, who didn't have golems but were very keen on the subject, and a few from Muggle families, with serious faces, were analysing the strengths and weaknesses and trying to predict the outcome of the fight.

"Who's the strongest, it's definitely Fireboy, who can stop him when he does his Phoenix transformation move!"

"Ice Girl's Ice Storm is also very strong, right, it directly freezes the opponent into an ice sculpture!"

"Guys, I have to remind you that lightning is strongest when it's in its natural state."

"Hia, Hia, Hia ..."

"But I do think that the slashing type of magic golem is really sinister." A second-year male wizard said, his words drawing unanimous agreement.

Sudden flu swept through Hogwarts in early October as the temperature began to change drastically, alternating constantly between hot and cold.

The young wizards lined up to check in at the school clinic, and Madam Pomfrey was kept extremely occupied, making a supply of the tonic that exceeded high demand - even though it would make one's ears smoke and make them look a little funny.

As Halloween approached, the professors' lectures were routinely rubbing off the heat.

Professor Flitwick inserted an unscheduled "Halloween special" in which he taught the young witches a spell to ward off spirits.

Professor McGonagall's object of transfiguration in class was a vampire mask, which students walked around wearing that day.

Professor Snape's lecture was unchanged: a conventional antidote to poison. However, he hinted in one class that he would "accidentally" drip expired poison into a student's pumpkin juice at a Halloween dinner.

Harry and Ron shuddered.

Professor Hap, currently the most popular among the students, was no exemption to this. He presented a new creation to the class, a golem in the shape of a ghost doll, with a large head, a small body, a heavy black eye, and jagged teeth on its miserable white face.

It looked ugly and cute.

With a wave of Felix's wand, the ghost doll opened its mouth and spat out a stream of black smoke, blackening the faces of the young wizards in the front row.

"I said at the beginning of the school year that there would be a test before Halloween and that the first place in each grade would win a mystery prize. It can be revealed now - a magic golem from my private collection."

"It's limited, exclusive, and has upgraded power, so ... what are you waiting for?"

"There's still half a month left, work hard!"

The group of young wizards wailed as they reviewed the ancient runes.

Hermione felt a little sorry when she heard the news, she was only in her second year and wasn't allowed to take the test.

But the ghost doll was something she had watched the professor craft, and it was the first time she had seen an Alchemy product go from nothing to something, from material to finished product. She had to take her assistant work back to the common room in order to earn the right to watch from the sidelines.

The young wizards tsked at the sight of Hermione grading a thick pile of papers. A few of the Gryffindor ancient rune scums (led by Wood) begged Hermione with a formal look on their faces to give them a pass.

They were sternly refused by Hermione, who had a stern face.

In just over a month, the young witch had already gained a certain amount of "prestige" throughout the school, especially among the senior students who had chosen Ancient Rune. Her elegant handwriting often appeared on their papers.

Professor Hap's handwriting, on the other hand, appeared much less frequently.

Harry and Ron looked at the papers in her hand and were somewhat thankful, as they aren't the one who correcting them as it's by no means easy to correct them, even though most of them were choices and short sentence translations.

Hermione is enjoying herself, though, "I can learn a lot." She told the pair so, and with her memory, after marking a paper a few dozen times, it pretty much imprinted itself in her head.

Is this the school tyrant's realm? The young Gryffindor wizards looked at each other.

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