The elf shook his body slightly uneasy, and the green eyes of the tennis ball were even more prominent. "Doby thought that since Mr. Harry Potter was safe...Doby had no reason to appear again, especially for himself..."

Felix followed his words and said, "We're just chatting, who said that the elves can't have wizard friends?"

"Is it true? Can Dobie be friends with a great wizard like you?" The elf made a prayer move, and his body leaned forward involuntarily.

"Of course, Dobby."

"This, it's such an honor, Dobi! Dobi is Mr. Happ's friend!" The elf bowed deeply, and his slender nose touched the floor.

"Okay, Dobi, let's talk about the main business, please sit down."

Dobby sat down against the edge of the sofa, "Do you have anything to ask?"

"Doby, Lucius Malfoy shouldn't know the news that the diary was destroyed yet, right?"

Seeing Dobby's expression collapsed quickly and he was striking a wall again, Felix quickly stopped and said, "Actually, I knew about the destruction of his diary."

"How did you know?" Dobby asked curiously.

Through your reaction…but Felix replied: “I have my channel of information.”

Dobi had no doubt about this, but nodded with an agreement.

Felix continued to ask: "Does Malfoy have any travel plans in the near future? I really want to talk to him alone."

He is ready to block people.

It only takes a confusion spell to make him think that Dobi is not responsible for his work and direct punishment to "expel Dobi", which is simple and straightforward.

For other domestic elves, being expelled by their masters is a very sad thing, and they will repeatedly pray for forgiveness. But Dobby is different, he yearns for freedom.

As long as Lucius did this, Dobby would be absolutely delighted to leave Malfoy Manor.

Of course, all this must be hidden from Duobi, so as not to prevent the obedience instinct engraved in the body from causing him to act strongly and lead things in an uncontrollable direction.

But Dobi said cringibly: "Dobi, Dobi doesn't know the whereabouts of his master, Dobi shouldn't have disclosed..."

Felix had a headache. He couldn't keep an eye on it or break into Malfoy Manor, right?

He used the same trick again and said in a tone full of affirmation: "Dobi, I actually know. If I don't need to go find me, Malfoy will come to him..."

"How did Mr. Hepp know that the master will come to Hogwarts?" Dobby asked in surprise.

So, will he come to Hogwarts? What to do, will he find Dumbledore?

"Of course I know, he must come, that day..." Felix said softly, slowing down.

"Yes, the little master wrote that he would definitely win the Quidditch Cup and defeat Porter, but Dobby thought it wouldn't happen." The elf said skewedly.

So it was Quidditch that day, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin?

After getting the news he wanted, Felix calmly changed the topic: "I think so too, Porter has an extraordinary talent in Quidditch."

"That's right!" Dobby responded excitedly: "Mr. Porter is very good. If Dobby hadn't played the game against the roaming ball..."

He was in a low mood.

"But despite this, I remember Porter caught the Golden Snitch." Felix said calmly.

"You are also trying to protect Potter. I suggest you find time to apologize to Potter and make things clear."

...

A new week has begun.

Ancient Magical Text Class.

Felix said to the sixth-grade student with a full face: "Congratulations, you have completed the learning tasks of this school year ahead of schedule, and you have excellent results!"

The male and female witches in the audience applauded.

Their relationship is true and the learning progress this year has indeed been much faster. Professor Haipu provides various novel and interesting ways to learn magic puppets, classroom competitions, parchment papers for answering questions, magic essays, ‘forged’ magic notes, and the latest rankings...

The sixth grade is a special period. They have just experienced a whole year of rigorous study, rich knowledge reserves, and no need to worry about exams, which makes Felix very willing to make various new attempts in the improvement class.

As it turns out, his approach is also very popular. After experiencing the owLs exam, he still chose magical texts. Except for a few students who have no classes to choose from, most of them really like ancient magical texts.

Felix looked at them: "About three and a half months before the end of this school year, we will add a new form of class, practical class."

A practical lesson on ancient magical writing? This is a fresh statement.

Before Professor Haypu came, this course was always regarded as a theoretical course. After he arrived, everyone realized that magical literature also had many practical uses.

But Professor Haipu himself said that practical magical writing is to "increase students' interest" and will not become the mainstream of the course.

"Professor, are you trying to add the part to make magic puppets?" a witch with long curly hair raised her hand and asked.

"Miss Crivat, is your magic puppet completely repaired?" Felix raised his eyebrows.

"Not yet, professor."

"That's it. The practice I'm talking about is to extract the most vivid and interesting parts from your possible careers in the future."

More than thirty students in the classroom looked at each other, and Felix's words touched their blind spots in knowledge.

"Get your wands and schoolbags and come with me."

Felix brought them to a closed classroom, his fingers pointed at the door handle, and several magical patterns flashed from the air and then quickly disappeared.

"Click!" The door opened a gap.

"A cleverly adding a few magic texts to the locking spell can effectively resist the regular cracking spells." Felix told them a little trick. "Of course, if it is brute force cracking, there is nothing you can do."

He pushed open the door and the student who was following him looked inside.

The room was pitch black, as if all the light had been swallowed up. They were about to take a closer look, a gust of cold wind blew from it, which made them shudder.

When the wind blew, a few crows cried out faintly.

"Professor, this is..." A witch asked in fear, why is this room so cunning?

Isn't there a dark wizard's nest opposite?

Professor Haipu said in a calm voice: "In 1842, the Ministry of Magic discovered a secret house of ancient wizards in a swamp. Because the time was too long, the magic failed and the house appeared on its own."

"At that time, the Ministry of Magic organized a group of people to explore the confidential house and surrounding environment, and finally brought back a lot of magic manuscripts."

The students listened quietly, and then they heard Professor Haypu proudly say: "I searched for a lot of information and reproduced the scenes at that time through descriptions and photos."
Chapter completed!