Felix and Hermione sat opposite each other, and he tapped the dark sofa armrest with his index finger. The little witch, who was passing through a small table, found himself silently in the thinking cabin.

‘The professor’s spell casting is becoming less and less traceable.’ Hermione thought to herself that it has been more than a year since she first entered here. From the initial color and shape distortion to subversion, she can now pull her in quietly. The professor’s control over this magic is self-evident.

Hermione was very familiar with this place. She looked at the furnishings in the house easily, and then her brows frowned.

The space that belongs to the professor has not changed much: the main colors are brown, black and dark green, and beige and soft gray, giving people a rich and calm and heavy feeling.

The dark chestnut brown carpet is soft and comfortable, with thousands of large books stacked on it, which complement the black wall-to-wall shelves, a square table with a dark matte shelves, and a heavy dark green curtain.

Of course, there are also an increasing number of ancient magic symbols of different colors. They are like rhythmic elves in the whole room, bringing vitality and magical visual enjoyment.

Hermione could even imagine what the professor would look like when he came to the hut alone - sinking himself into the sofa, and calling out a book at will. A naughty magic symbol jumped in front of him, and was bounced away by his fingers...

But now she always feels something is wrong today? Is the color of the carpet under her feet dimmed, or does the green curtains rolling up from time to time become quiet?

Maybe, everything is her illusion?

"Miss Granger?" Felix glanced at his assistant in a strange way. As soon as she came in, she looked around nervously.

Hermione also said in confusion: "Professor, your thinking hut gives me a strange feeling, like - more heavy? Or solemn-" She stood at the junction of the two of them, looking suspiciously at the half of her space.

There is a distinct modern decorative style, with the sun falling softly, light brown carpets, goose yellow curtains, and two pots of green plants on the small round table in the center, which is not much different from a year ago.

‘When you compare this, the weirdness becomes even more obvious.’ Hermione thought, and she finally thought of a word to describe her feeling: “Dark style?”

Felix laughed in silence, "Why do you think so?"

Hermione shook her head, "I just thought that it didn't seem to change, but some details made people different."

Felix understood a little, and he said thoughtfully: "You reminded me that this is an external reflection of our inner world. It just so happened that I have a new understanding of magic recently, and it will be better in a few days."

"Let's start today's course, Miss Granger."

Hermione temporarily put down her doubts and sat back to her position. She and Felix began to discuss the progressive relationship between Demonic Wen.

"Professor, starting from a single magic text to the magic text circuit, as well as the magic text balls I saw, and today's complex circuits overlapping and nesting on each other on the Limu Pan. Does this mean that the more complex the magic text structure is, the more advanced it is?"

"If it is in terms of functional implementation, this is true. The attributes of a single magic text are single, and we humans always want to implement more and more complex functions, so we have to study hard how to combine more magic texts together."

"Let me give an example," Felix held a symbol of the magic text in his hand. "Flame, this magic text itself contains quite a lot of possibilities. I use it and you use it, because we have different understandings of it."

The magic symbols in his hand continue to quickly transform between magic text and flames.

Hermione also quickly constructed a flame magic text. Her transformation speed was significantly slower than just a little. Moreover, after two or three changes, the structure of the magic text symbols was no longer stable. Finally, a "swish" sound turned into blue smoke.

"This kind of understanding of magic itself is actually difficult to take a quick look. If you understand it, you will understand it. There are no shortcuts to take. But if you just want to increase the power of the flame, there are actually many ways-"

Felix grabbed some magical texts from the air, "For example, I want to amplify the flames-" More than a dozen magical texts were connected to the original magical text that symbolized flames, and the small flame that was originally the size of a palm suddenly expanded to the size of a pumpkin;

"I also want it to burn more violently..." He grabbed some magic texts and added them, as if stuffing some seasonings in it. The fireball as big as a pumpkin began to burn violently, accompanied by a "crackling" explosion;

"At this point, this magic is hard to control, and I have to emphasize that the thinking hut is not real, and what I can do here does not mean that I can also replicate perfectly in the outside world... Back to the topic, I also want to raise the temperature-"

The new magic texts were combined together and were thrown into the flames. The orange-red flames became brighter and quickly transitioned to bright yellow and bright white, and then there was a hint of blue.

Felix said in a relaxed tone: "If it is in reality, without any protection, we will burn ourselves, so the saying that ancient magic is very dangerous is not false. From the ancient books I have seen, there are too many people who have ruined the first successful casting of spells."

"Continue - we have actually obtained a magic that is powerful enough at this moment, but obviously we want more: make it controllable, accumulate magic, or shape it..."

"If you have a deep understanding of magic and are very skilled in mobilizing magic, some steps can be omitted. In theory, all magic in the world is the product of mobilization and transformation of magic. But most people, including you and me, are far from reaching the level of doing whatever they want."

Hermione looked nervously at the blue fireball that had reached a diameter of one meter in the professor's hand, and the air around her began to twist. Although she knew that everything here was constructed by thinking, she still couldn't help but feel afraid.

Felix waved his hand and let the blue fireball disappear, "Okay, the game is over. What you just saw is just a demonstration of thinking. I can't do it so easily in reality. I hope it won't cause you misunderstanding."

"I want to reiterate that ancient magic is very dangerous."

Hermione obviously accepted this statement. Next, she practiced ancient magic text step by step. In addition to learning new content, she also needed to deepen her understanding of magic text. One of the major criteria for understanding is that "the magic text symbols can be converted into corresponding magic meanings."

She counted with her fingers, and only a few of them who really reached the "understanding" level were "bison power", "light", "flame", etc.

It's a long way to go ~

Felix encouraged her, “At the next Magical Art Club meeting, I will disassemble an ancient magic and integrate it into the teaching. If you progress fast enough, I will teach you the magical magical combination method of ancient magic. The same goes for others.”

Hermione was moved, but she knew that the professor had always been very cautious about ancient magic. Over the past year, there were only a few discussions on ancient magic.

Does this mean that the professor has sufficient recognition of her learning situation and magic control level?

She began to think: in the first year, she had been learning to translate magical texts and practical magical texts, and was exposed to the magical text circuit in the next semester. Before the end of the semester, she successfully repaired the broken beaded bag;

During the summer vacation, she has been practicing the carving of magical texts and magical texts using magical texts to practice the carving of magical texts;

At the beginning of the new semester, she had already been exposed to the knowledge of the transformation of magic texts and focused more on her understanding of the magic texts themselves. She couldn't help but fantasize: When the third grade ends, is it possible that she can directly master an ancient magic?

Seeing Hermione's energetic look, Felix added: "It is the simplest ancient magic, don't fantasize about its lethality." But this did not dispel her enthusiasm at all.

At the end of the practice, Hermione became rarely tired. She stood up and moved her eyes, her eyes swept across the room. The strange feeling was still so obvious, and the more she looked, the more awkward it became.

‘Although the professor said it was a change caused by new insights, it still looked gloomy.’

She decided to change her mind and stood in a corner of the room and kept looking at it. Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she picked up a pot of green plants and placed it on the square table filled with books by the professor. She squinted her eyes and smiled.
Chapter completed!