"You have already considered it quite well. What surprised me the most is that you can actually stand your composure and change it in seven versions." Felix praised.

The twins smiled and said, "It's all because of you. You always give us a lot of revisions, which makes us feel that it's not good enough."

Felix looked at them, "What are you going to do?"

"We are currently only promoting in schools, and many people are interested in purchasing," Fred said.

Felix thought about it, "It's a waste of time in the production process, your OWLs exam..."

Fred begged for mercy and said, "Professor, don't make things difficult for us. We have enough time now."

George said: "Yes, I have given up on electives, and some compulsory courses are completely unnecessary-"

"Astronomy class--"

"The History of Magic--"

Felix looked at them with a reproachful look.

"You can't force us, after all, we didn't pull down what we should learn at all. Professor Frieve praised us." Fred exclaimed for himself and George.

Felix had no choice but to do anything about them, and from the bottom of his heart, he thought that tying the twins was not a good choice. Providing them with a broader stage and watching them dance was perhaps what he should do.

He said thoughtfully: "You guys are more restrained this year. When the exam is over, I mean after the OWLs exam, I will take you to see something."

As Harry and others stared in a daze, the twins squeezed their eyes at them and left.

Before leaving, Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, "Silly Ronnie, you can record it on parchment: the assessment content is the couple mirror of alchemy items, the guide price - three gold gallons, the price may increase at any time."

Ron turned his head and looked at Harry, "Did you hear it?"

"Of course," Harry was still thinking about the couple's mirror. While he was thinking, he saw the girl who moved him.

Qiu Zhang and her friends appeared. They looked around and saw that there were already seven or eight students sitting in the corner on the venue, holding a magic puppet and burning magic texts.

Her friend pointed at Cedric's figure and muttered.

Professor Happ was surrounded by three or five students. He was staring at a cross-shaped amulet and shook his head. The student next to him looked disappointed.

Qiu Zhang came to Hermione, "Hello? Let's take the assessment."

Hermione had just finished recording a form and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Oh, please wait." She pulled out a new piece of parchment and said fluently: "Name, grade and college."

"Qiu Zhang, fourth grade, Ravenclaw."

"Marietta Aikemo, fourth grade, Ravenclaw."

Hermione recorded it on parchment, "What was the content of the assessment... Harry?"

Harry came over without realizing it, and he stammered, "I'll come and see, Hermione, see if I can help..."

"I'm fine," Hermione didn't pay attention to his expression. She looked at the two people opposite, and they quickly replied: "Thesis, both of us are papers."

"You put the paper on that big table with clips and quills next to it. The results will be announced in about a week or two."

Harry waited for her to finish speaking and said to Qiu Zhang and her friends: "I'll take you there."

Qiu Zhang glanced at him and nodded. The three of them walked away together.

Hermione vaguely heard Harry introducing himself...

At around eleven o'clock, a group of third-year Slytherin students came over—Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, and Crabbe and Goll.

Ron walked over excitedly, and he said provocatively: "I didn't expect you to come, Malfoy, you must be impatient to show us magical ancient magic, right? After all, you are Malfoy!"

Draco glanced at him contemptuously, "Weasley, wherever there is Porter, you are your followers?"

Ron showed a surprised expression, and he looked at Crab and Gole: "Hey, man, does Malfoy look at you like this? He has no friends?"

Pansy said impatiently: "Check us up, I'm not interested in listening to your clown's speech."

Ron blushed, "Sorry, you might need to write it yourself." He pushed a stack of parchment into Malfoy's arms.

On the other side, Daphne paced to Hermione, "Hey, Gryffindor's little girl!"

Hermione stared at her, "Is it you?" Her voice became sharp and she said aggressively: "I haven't had time to ask you, do you like your magic puppet?"

In the first ancient magical text class at the beginning of the school year, both of them were competing for the same magic puppet, but Hermione finally took a step forward.

Daphne said proudly: "Sorry, I found a senior sister in my grade and exchanged it with her."

Hermione was silent for a while and suddenly said, "My magic puppet is even more powerful!"

"nonsense!"

"Do you want to give it a try?"

"Okay, you think I'm afraid of you!"

...

Felix wiped the sweat from the sky. He commented on dozens of strange alchemy creatures in the morning. Except for a few qualified ones, the others really left him speechless.

For example, a small bottle that emits a strong irritating smell, the student swears that it contains a magical guardian spell that can drive away the crazy werewolf.

But Felix repeatedly confirmed that it was only a layer of pus from the babo tuber. This thing was quite dangerous and was confiscated directly by him.

Cedric finally completed his work. After seeing his achievements, Felix couldn't help but exclaim: "You have mastered fifty-two magical texts, which are very outstanding. They are all taught by you by yourself?"

Cedric said: "I asked senior students and they gave me some advice."

...

Until two o'clock in the afternoon, Felix watched the last student leave, and he said to Harry and Ron, "Thank you for your hard work." The two of them said goodbye tiredly and left, they needed to go back to make up for their sleep.

Hermione, the assistant to the Magic Literature Class, stayed. The two of them looked at hundreds of papers. Felix sighed and said, "There is a huge workload. I'm going to work overtime tonight."

"We first classify these papers, just like grading the duel homework. I am responsible for marking the lines and picking the mistakes, and you are responsible for marking them."

Hermione nodded.

Felix suddenly looked at her, "You look good, have you gotten rid of the time converter?"

Hermione said: "I talked to Percy and he provided a lot of useful advice,"

She counted her fingers, "I need to record the time I experienced, eat something every four hours, and have to rest for at least half an hour; there is no need to get stuck when I go back to the past time, so I can get a little bit ahead of time to leave reaction time; he also recommended several abandoned classrooms to me, which he used. There are also some unpopular potions from Mrs. Pomfrey, which can relieve fatigue and improve sleep quality..."

"Sounds good," Felix said.

"Yeah, he used it for three years and was experienced. Percy told me that he kept this secret and didn't even know his girlfriend."

The two classified the papers according to grade and then revised them. For them, the above content is very familiar. The main reference book of the paper is "Exploration of Ancient Magical Texts" written by Felix himself. As for other reference books, he has read them many times.

Hermione is not unfamiliar with it, because the reference list of the papers was the one she read last year - Professor Hayp copied the questions she had tested last year.

Felix quickly skipped the familiar content and focused on capturing the shining points of the little wizards' own thinking.

Time passed little by little, and classroom No. 7 was still as bright as day.

"It's almost time, we'll continue tomorrow."

"Professor, I'll come here tomorrow morning?"

"No, I still have something to do tomorrow morning, I need to go to St. Mungo."

"That magic hospital?" Hermione looked at him nervously. The professor was sick? Even Mrs. Pomfrey couldn't cure it?

"I'll visit two friends," Felix said briefly.

Hermione nodded, and she suddenly remembered her earlier question, "Professor, do you know how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban?"

Felix thought for a while, "I don't know that he was from the ancient Black family and was a Death Eater. He may have mastered some very secret magic, and maybe he will use it."

"But why did he escape after more than ten years?" Hermione asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!