library.

Felix refused to put down the book and turned a blind eye to the matter outside the window.

Yesterday's open class did not seem to have had an impact on him, although he was the direct cause of such a sensation.

He flipped the book with his left hand and held the magic wand in his right hand and slid around in a small area. One by one, the magic texts appeared in the air and dissipated. Mrs. Pings was staring at Felix for more than half an hour.

Mrs. Pins is a thin and elderly woman who looks a little malnourished. But she is very suitable for the job of a library administrator because she loves books as her life and has a keen sense of smell. She can always find and punish those students who violate discipline at the first time.

If a student dared to take out his wand in the library and make gestures, she would have driven him out immediately, but Felix was a professor, which made her hesitate.

Fortunately, Felix quickly left with two books so that she would not be so entangled.

Felix returned to the office and took out a piece of chestnut from his suitcase. The magic power poured down along the carving knife, depicting ancient magical texts on the surface of the chestnut.

Chestwood is a kind of magic wand making material, but it is like a piece of white paper, with no tendency and inexpensive prices. It was discovered by Felix and used to practice ancient magical texts.

The magic-filled carving knife left magic symbols on the surface of the chestnut wood. Every time a complete magic text is drawn, it will burst out with a scorching red light, and then quietly extinguish, marking black marks.

Felix portrays the magical texts very quickly, which also made the surface of Limu constantly flicker. The carving knife kept flying, as if he was not portraying the magical texts, but was writing an immortal chapter that was famous in history.

A few minutes later, Felix filled the surface of the chestnut wood. He pulled out his wand and brushed it across the surface of the chestnut wood. A thin layer of wood instantly broke away and flew to the other side of the table automatically.

Felix then picked up the carving knife and continued to work on the chestnut.

He stopped until the chestnut tree shrank three inches and stretched his waist in place.

Thirty thin wood pieces have been piled up in the corner of the table, like pages of book, full of black ancient magical texts.

Felix calculated a number in his heart and nodded with satisfaction, "272 magical texts, this is the power I currently have."

He stood leisurely and stood in front of the window and looked into the distance. His decision to return to Hogwarts was really correct.

This is the life I want!

"Crazy~"

An owl flew in through the window and threw a letter onto the table.

Felix opened the envelope and after reading the letter, he couldn't help frowning.

This is a letter from an "old friend".

Although Felix has only graduated for three years and has only been traveling for one year, he has traveled around the world and experienced a lot this year, which also broadened his horizons and "communications extensively" - no matter where in the world, he can tell which magic black market is close to him with his eyes closed.

This letter comes from a "friend" he met on the black market.

Felix pulled out the parchment paper and hurriedly wrote down a string of words to meet him at the Hogsmeade Pig Head Bar on Saturday.

Until the owl flew away, he was still thinking about the purpose of this friend.

He remembered the scene when the two met for the first time.

The man called himself Klein, wearing a hood on his robe all year round, and his face was filled with fog from beginning to end, making it impossible to see his true identity.

Klein adheres to the principle of equivalent trading, such as rare magic manuscripts, magic potions, magic creatures, etc., and he has his own way.

Felix traded with him seven times and was very lawful to each other.

So, he was also very curious about what Klein was looking for him. Of course, what was even more curious about was what stock this friend had recently.

Saturday at 10:00 am.

Felix came to Pighead Bar, it was still early and there was only one customer.

Felix walked to the table of guests, saw the familiar foggy face, and sat down with a smile. As he sat down, the figures of the two appeared and their voices were completely isolated from the outside world.

"Kline."

"Felix." This is a neutral voice that cannot tell the difference between men and women, nor can it tell the difference between age.

There are many mysterious existences in the magic world, and there are always various reasons. For example, it is a black wizard, or has committed something to avoid the pursuit of the enemy, or it may be just a kind of evil taste.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Inquiry about the news."

"What news?"

"The relic of the second generation of the Dark King."

Felix was silent for a few seconds, his mind kept turning.

"Yes, but you have to tell me the source of your information first."

Klein tapped his fingers into the corner of the table, as if weighing the trade-offs, but he quickly spoke a word, "Vagado."

"Did you find those mad witch sacrifices?" Felix was a little surprised. Vagado was a magic school in Africa. African wizards did not start using magic wands until the 20th century, which also differentiated their development trajectory from other countries.

For example, they also inherited a branch of prophetic magic, the Witch Sacrifice, but outsiders called them the Crazy Witch Sacrifice.

Because this prophecy magic is actually a kind of black magic, every prophecy requires a price - such as a certain limb on your body.

The most important thing is that predictions may not be accurate...

Klein mentioned Vagadu, and this is what Felix could think of, because Africa and Britain have nothing to do with each other and there is no contact between them.

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"The Dark Lord's relics will stay in Hogwarts for a year."

Felix's heart was shaking, "What is the specific relic?"

"I don't know, I just know that it's very evil."

Felix was speechless, not sure what you were trying to do!

Still evil, do you think you are an Auror?

As if seeing Felix's disapproval, Klein said again, "The prophecy I requested is: the secret of leap to death."

Almost instantly, Felix was fully exerting his brain closure surgery. He said in surprise: "Do you say it again?"

"Leap to death."

"But the Dark Lord is dead."

“That’s how prophecies are.”

"You can check it yourself."

“Hogwarts has Dumbledore.”

"Are you afraid of him?"

Klein laughed twice, although Felix couldn't see through the fog on his face, he knew that the other party's expression would not be very good at this moment.

Felix pretended to be "contemplative" and said for a long time: "Thank you for your information, but I will not promise to obtain the relics. I can only promise that I will not betray you and will crack the secret of the Dark King alone."

Klein thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

The two reached out their hands, their index fingers touched each other, and a golden pattern bloomed.

This is a temporary magic contract, lasting for one year. If violated, there will be no punishment for Felix, but by then, Klein will always be in control of his position!
Chapter completed!