The next day, while Felix was dining in the auditorium, he could also hear various gossips discussed by the little wizards.

"Harry fought against the Dementors and kept the enemy from the carriage. I saw the overwhelming red light through both aisles."

"Yes, it's unimaginable!"

Ernie McMillan, a student at Hufflepuff, leaned over and said, "It's nothing strange. You know, Porter defeated the mysterious man in his infancy. When he first entered school, I didn't understand. The so-called 'savior' is no different from me. He is short, looks malnourished, and his grades are sloppy..."

He first talked about a bunch of shortcomings, then paused dramatically for a moment, staring at the two companions: "So now you look at it! He was finally exposed!"

"Oh, so that's how it is." His two friends showed a clear look.

Felix had the urge to laugh. He finished his pie in a few bites and came to the ancient magic culture classroom early, looking through his class schedule this year.

Among the third-grade little wizards, there were no more than ten people who did not choose his class, which made his elective courses inexplicably receive the treatment of compulsory courses.

Professor McGonagall spent a lot of time to arrange the courses for ancient magical texts.

Finally, the ancient magical texts of the third grade were arranged in the last period of Tuesday and Thursday, and were half an hour later than normal get out of class.

Soon, the seventh grade students arrived one after another.

Percy, Penelo, Wood, Jeffrey, and the Lavenclaw who prefers to hold the little skeleton in the magic practice of last school year...

Among these people, Felix saw a figure that shouldn't have appeared - Marcus Flint.

He graduated in June this year and now appears in the ancient magic literature class again. There is only one reason: he has been residing.

His two improvement courses last school year - the Magical Animal Protection Class and the Ancient Magic Arts - were all zero in the exam, and there was not even one passing. This was really a shame of pure blood. His father was active with the school manager and left him with one level.

"Teacher, professor." The tall and powerful Marcus saw Felix wave to him, and his whole face wrinkled, almost moving to him step by step.

Everyone else was watching the fun, especially Oliver Wood, who was even more excited and blushed. He and Marcus were too inconsistent. The two were the captains of the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams, and there were many conflicts in private.

"You..." Felix looked at Marcus, and was speechless for a moment. What were he saying? At least his magical scores were better than those in the magical animal protection class, which at least showed that he spent more time in his class.

If he had not relaxed the course selection conditions last year, would Marcus have graduated smoothly if he had only one course?

Felix also knew about this conjecture.

He flipped through the podium and picked it up, took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Marcus. "This is the answering parchment you used. I haven't removed your information. The previous wrong questions are still preserved."

Marcus took it, and he mumbled, as if he wanted to say thank you, but he choked on his spit.

"Go, I'll check it regularly. If your grades don't meet the requirements, I'll stop all your activities-" Felix looked at him calmly, "including Quidditch."

"Yes, professor." Marcus said with a frown.

On the contrary, Wood, who seemed to celebrate the festival in advance, blew a loud whistle.

Felix glanced at him: "So too, Wood. You are treated with Flint."

So a second bitter melon face appeared in this classroom.

The students on the side smirked.

Soon, the class officially began. Felix looked at the students in the audience: "During the school year last year, you had a relatively relaxed life, and I am happy to let you feel the mystery of ancient magical script."

The male and female witches in the audience have serious faces, and usually they will follow such words with a "but".

"But, this year is your last year at Hogwarts - Wood, don't stare at Flint and smile - I continue, you are facing the ultimate wizard exam, and I don't need to say more about how important this exam is."

“Next, I will explain our study plan for this school year…”

During the last question session of the course, Penelo Crivat raised his hand and asked, "Professor, do we still have magical practices this year?"

"Yes, professor. Last school year we broke the little skeleton, drove away the black crow, defeated the magic puppet, cracked the Devil Net trap, and finally collected four keys. But there are still many places that have not been explored." The girl Ravenclaw next to her said, bending her fingers.

Slytherin's chief Jeffrey also calmly made a suggestion: "Professor, I think the candidates for magical literature practice classes can be determined based on the grades."

Wood immediately glared at him, and even Marcus's expression was not right at all.

Felix thought for a while, "Well, I will open that classroom on weekends for interested students to explore. But in class, don't expect too much."

The class ended in a hurry and the students came out one after another.

"Professor Happ?" Percy stood in front of Felix.

"Is there anything wrong, Weasley?"

Percy said hesitantly: "That's right, my brother... is Fred and George, who are in fifth grade today."

Felix waited quietly for the following.

"Well, this is a critical year, and you know, the OWLs exam... My family hopes that they can focus more on their studies and take two more certificates."

"Weasley, you can say it bluntly."

Percy breathed and he mustered up the courage and said, "I, I heard you support their playful behavior very much, and they are getting stronger now...I hope you can persuade them."

Felix looked at him and whispered: "Weasley, maybe you hope I don't help them?"

Percy said with difficulty: "I have this idea."

In the empty classroom, Felix tapped the table with his fingertips, making a clattering sound.

After a while, Felix looked up, "I can't make a decision for them, Weasley."

"You should be clear that even without my help, they will focus on this, and I can't tie them up, or... impose a confusion spell?"

Percy was pale and his lips were stammering.

"But I have a way," Felix said slowly.

“What is it?”

"You join them."

"You're kidding!" Percy's eyes widened, "I don't even look down on their pranks..."

"No, it's not about asking you to study with them, I mean, understand them. Understand what they are doing, what they are studying, where time is spent, and why you enjoy it. When you know everything about them, you can always find the right way..."

Felix looked at him: "I heard you are going to be admitted to the Ministry of Magic? This may be a meaningful practice, you can write a related paper."

Percy left thoughtfully.

On the other side, Harry seemed angry, and Hermione took a small step to chase him.

"Harry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Hermione, you have known my dad and Professor Lupin, and Sirius Black, and that little dwarf Peter! You know everything, but you don't tell me at all. I'll tell you—Hey, where is the human? Hermione?"

Turning around a corridor, Harry turned around and missed a few words, but Hermione's figure magically disappeared.

He and Ron looked at each other, and at this moment, Hermione rushed from another fork, and a thin golden chain was stuffed into her chest.

"Hermione, I haven't finished speaking yet-"

Hermione looked impatient: "Whatever you say, we will be late for transformation class, hurry up."
Chapter completed!