Felix said undeniably: "That's too far away from you, and I'm still studying..." He avoided the topic of Level 6 spells, because frankly, he had never seen a similar spell in anyone else.

This made him once suspect that the so-called level 6 curse was only his personal exclusive.

After all, in the fourth grade, he almost integrated all his mind and beliefs to master two level 6 spells - "armor protection" and "drowsed down".

When he succeeded, he experienced a transformation beyond imagination, and his magic and will were sublimated.

You know, he was only fifteen years old that year.

And in the next six years, even though the magic theory has further improved, to this day, his six-level spell count is less than ten.

Of course, this is also because he transferred most of his energy to the research of ancient magical literature.

...

A student raised his hand and asked, "Professor Haipu, do you support specializing in magic?"

Felix shook his head, explaining: "For beginners, it is necessary to specialize in one or two magic, which will allow you to make rapid progress, quickly stand out and gain the ability to protect yourself. But for mature wizards, they need to learn more to deal with different troubles."

"Professor Hepp, if I only practice one magic from now on, how long will it take to reach the level three or four?" This is Abbot Barke's question.

"Mr. Balk, I don't recommend you to do this. If you have no problem with your grades, you will have a great hope of becoming an Auror," Felix said.

"Professor, will you include this part in the next duel course?"

"Of course, there is no doubt about this."

"Professor, I want to raise all the spells to the level of the third level spell. Do you have any suggestions?"

Felix said in a funny tone: "Mr. Pardis, you can spend more time on magic theory. But the same thing is still the case, there is no need to do so."

The three professors also had different expressions when they saw Felix. To be honest, in their respective fields, they thought they would not be lower than the "level five-level curse" mentioned by Felix, but the key to the problem is-

How did he define the Level 6 curse?

This is also the most curious thing for the professors.

"Professor McGonagall, what do you think of his theory?" Snape asked in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall said: "This method is not suitable for transfiguration, but I personally think it's not bad for the spell. Philius, what about your point of view?"

Flivie put forward his own opinion: "At least, it is quite applicable in duel magic. Analyzing some classic duel cases for me provides new ideas. Of course, as he said, this theory cannot cover all magic."

In the following questions, the little wizards seemed to have agreed to his statement about magic level and kept asking various questions.

After about ten minutes, the crowd gradually became quiet.

Felix said: "Okay! Let's move on to the next step. There are still forty minutes left before get out of class is over, and we will use the remaining time to test and guide your disarming spell."

The four professors shuttled through the crowd, divided the little wizards into pairs, and guided their disarming spell.

But many young wizards still scratch their hearts and hearts-

"Professor Happ has absolutely mastered the sixth level curse!" Ron said with confidence.

"I think so, and he didn't deny that," said Dean Thomas.

But Professor Haipu just said that, it was so annoying!

Before we knew it, most young wizards agreed with this division method.

"You guys say, what is the level 6 curse like?" Ron asked.

"Will the spell become bigger and brighter?" Neville asked with longing.

"You mean, the curse of a bucket?"

"It's possible that's not?"

On the other hand, Felix said to a little Hufflepuff wizard, "Very good, Digory, your spell is already pretty good."

Cedric said somewhat restrainedly: "I have practiced for a long time, and Hepga collected it. The information you gave is very useful."

Felix nodded with satisfaction, just about to praise him, but suddenly stopped talking.

Cedric saw Professor Hepp's expression suddenly become serious, and he couldn't help asking, "Professor, what happened?"

But Professor Hayp did not answer him, his eyes always in one direction, and the light blue eyes seemed to penetrate the auditorium.

"Digory, I have something to do temporarily, please inform the other professors." The young professor hurriedly left.

He headed straight to the castle tower, and in just a few minutes he stood at the door of his office.

Felix blessed various protective magic for himself. The protective products under his clothes flashed with magical light. After making enough preparations, he waved his wand calmly and the door opened quietly.

The scene in front of him surprised him very much.

At the door, seven or eight dark green devil vines were tightly wrapped around a house elf, and the green branches were shining with green light, as if they were breathing.

Felix looked at the unexpected intruder carefully and seemed to faint.

Felix added a coma spell and walked straight into his office.

After carefully checking from the inside out and confirming that there was no risk, he directly opened the suitcase in the corner and took out an exquisite box from it. Felix's fingers brushed across the surface of the box, and layers of magic patterns lit up on it.

There is no sign of being cracked.

He breathed a sigh of relief, opened the box, and lay quietly inside.

Only then did he have the heart to think about the origin of this strange house elf.

After thinking about it, he took out a transparent bottle the size of a thumb from the ring, which contained about a milliliter of transparent liquid.

This is a Christmas gift Snape gave him.

Felix dripped two drops into the mouth of the house elf and awakened him with the Resurrection Spell.

About five minutes later, he figured out the whole story.

Felix's mood was quite complicated.

He looked at the diary, and after a long silence, he whispered: "Sorry, Tom."

A large number of fierce fires flew out of the wand and gathered above the office, like clouds surging on cloudy days. Under Felix's control, the fierce fires clouds gathered towards the center, contracted, and condensed in the air into a white long sword that looked like a solid body.

The diary felt the danger, and the page flipped, and a large amount of black gas gushed out from it, but the black gas collapsed when it touched the long sword of Senbai.

Tom's voice came from the diary: "No, I can tell you the secret of defeating death--"

"laugh!"

The long sword pierces into the diary and runs through the exquisite box, the long table—

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Felix waved his wand to let the Senbai sword dissipate.
Chapter completed!