The ghost also saw Felix, and she immediately wanted to leave. But she seemed to think of something and stayed there suddenly, but her expression became arrogant.

Felix stood beside her, "It is rare to have such quiet time in the castle."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but soon returned to peace. She raised her head along Felix's gaze, and the red glow of the sky reflected in her eyes.

Neither of them spoke, and watched quietly as the afterglow of the sunset reflected a brilliant orange-red color in the horizon.

Its light became lighter and lighter, and when the last light disappeared, twilight fell.

The ghost's silver-white transparent body also became dim. Ms. Gray's eyes looked over and her expression softened.

"I'm sorry for the last misconduct," Felix said.

She tried her best to keep her tone calm: "No, it's me that I'm too sensitive...I always lose my temper for a little bit of things."

The two talked for a few minutes, and Felix did not talk about any topics about Hogwarts history, Helena, Royna Ravenclaw and Bloodman Barrow, but simply talked about the weather, humanities, and world stories.

"...The American Magical Society - similar to the Ministry of Magic here, their headquarters has been relocated at least five times to avoid the sight of ordinary people," Felix said.

"Is this? There was no such organization in the era I lived in..."

"Because the American Magic France Association has just been established for three hundred years. Their wizarding activities are very secretive, the laws are very strict, and they are very unfriendly to outsiders." Felix introduced, "I think it is because they almost exposed the entire magic world several times."

"The most controversial thing is the Lapaport Law they enacted at the end of the eighteenth century, which stipulates that wizards and ordinary people must be completely isolated and strictly prohibits them from making friends and getting married."

Ms. Gray was interested in this and she asked him for more details.

"The very old-fashioned witch falls in love with the handsome Muggle's opening, but unfortunately, he is a descendant of a purge..."

Hogwarts fell a little bit dark, covering the figures of Felix and Ms. Gray in the darkness.

"... Until the end, they could not guarantee whether the memories of all relevant personnel were cancelled. In order to prevent such things from happening, this law was introduced."

Felix's story is over.

Ms. Gray floated away with her body unfulfilled.

...

Felix returned to the office and reorganized the important things that happened recently—

A conversation with Dobby again;

Throw out the diary and restore Hagrid's reputation;

What remains are things that are not very important or have no time limits, such as writing new books, studying ancient magic, studying the house of plausible demands, making snakeskin soft armor, learning memory magic, etc.

And memory magic...

Felix became interested and prepared to try the operation he had done again.

He pointed the wand on the silver-patterned cup in front of him, and in a twist, it quickly transformed into a little squirrel.

“Um…”

Then he constructed a memory fragment in his brain, and the tip of his staff pressed against his forehead, pulling out strands of silver filaments.

Silver filaments floated above his palm, and silver dots of light that radiated from the starlight.

Felix carefully incorporates memory fragments into the little squirrel—

Its expression became agile, and the little squirrel raised his head and stared at him.

"Do you have anything to say?" Felix asked softly.

He knew it would not speak because the memory did not contain language information, but it was equivalent to a code, and the little squirrel began to act. It stood on the table and looked around, and soon delivered it to him with a quill in his mouth.

Felix knocked on the table again, and it ran quickly to the other side of the table, and this time it brought back a piece of parchment.

"very good."

He nodded, then watched quietly, besides giving this memory two instructions, he also had some habits of the little squirrel he understood.

For example, the little squirrel hid himself in his big furry tail, poked his head out carefully, and stared at him with black eyes.

After about seven or eight minutes, its expression lost its spirit.

Felix waved his wand and turned it back into a cup with silver patterns.

He fell into thinking, and the office was very quiet.

After a while, he once again had new inspiration-

Felix whispered: "Call the Gods Guard."

The small silver swift flew out of his wand and circled around the office. It was extremely fast, leaving slender afterimages in its eyes.

The hazy silver light made the room beautiful, and finally it landed lightly in front of Felix.

‘What would it be if I injected part of my memory into the Guardian?’

Felix thought so, and he did the same, a memory of the same color merged into the body of the swift.

In his anticipated gaze, the swift shattered silently.

This was beyond his expectations, why is this happening?

But he soon thought of the description of the patron saint: it is the reflection of all your most positive emotions. The spell caster must concentrate on recalling the happiest memories they can think of. And in practice, the stronger the happiness brought by memory, the stronger the effect of the spell.

The key to description is ‘memory’.

The patron saint is composed of happy memories, and Felix just happened to inject a memory, so naturally, the magic disappeared naturally.

Felix shook his head, "I thought I could use the patron saint and the memories I temporarily added to obtain a more stable deformation structure."

According to his vision, the patron saint can act as a tool for sending messages and can be separated from the wizard by a certain distance. If it is given a sufficiently flexible memory, is it equivalent to a "other self" wandering outside?

Whether it is the patron god's magic itself or the injected memory fragments, it depends entirely on the wizard himself, so there is no need to worry about its loss of control.

Even, according to his vision, the ultimate form of magic can directly carry his own consciousness and allow others to be in school, while his patron saint walks in the wizarding world to complete some simple tasks.

For example, collecting information and querying messages...

Regarding this, Felix already has a certain solution, such as using the magic contract, or using the Mind Hut. Although there is no trace at all now, at least he can work in this direction.

But it all stopped at the first step.

One is pure and happy memories, and the other is a memory fragment without emotions. The two are originally in conflict.
Chapter completed!