When Hagrid said this name, the air became quiet, for a while—

"Who is that?" Harry asked blankly, he looked at Ron, who showed an innocent expression on his face; he looked at Hermione again, who was desperately thinking about recalling the books he had read.

Finally, they looked at Hager together, and Hager said uneasyly: "You should have known, but I changed your textbook - only in the third grade, I want to make some attempts..." He said in a very low voice in his last sentence.

Harry and the others still didn't understand, and Hagrid had to continue to explain. His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his bearded face could not be concealed: "Mr. Scarmand wrote "Where Are Fantastic Beasts?" This book has been Hogwarts' textbook until I took over the magical creature protection class."

After saying this, the three of them knew it. No wonder they didn’t know, because Hagrid changed the new textbook this year, and only happened to have changed to the third grade.

Harry couldn't help but think: Maybe the animals in the book "Where Are Fantastic Beasts" were not "interesting" enough that Hagrid had the idea of ​​replacing it with "The Monster Book of Monsters".

They wrote a letter in Hagrid's hut and were about to go to the owl shed to find Hedwig to send the letter. When he was hitting Liu, Harry suddenly heard a sinister sound of wind coming from behind. He subconsciously lowered his head, turned around and pulled out his wand, and glanced upwards, and saw a big black fur jumping high.

Harry's eyes widened in horror, a sign of death! He could even see the light-colored eyes of the big black dog and the inch-long teeth. Before he could react, it had already flew over him, turned and threw Ron down, dragging Ron with his big mouth and headed towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Destroy your weapons!"

The special training during the summer and the recent duel study group played a role, and Harry directly used his best magic.

...

Office of Dean Ravenclaw.

Felix picked up a piece of peanut crisp and watched Professor Flivie try to cast the spell. His magic wand was held obliquely, and his left hand assisted in casting. The blue magic power continued to shape, trying to condense into a spherical structure.

Until Felix finished the seventh piece of peanut crisp, the magic was not formed, and he had to stop and choke.

"It's still not possible-" Frieve sighed and waved his hand to dissipate his magic. "My understanding of the zoom curse is still based on modern magic."

"Then how did you master the ancient magic before you?"

"By time accumulation, I spent three years to master a defensive magic." Flivi shook his head, "Actually, I learned this more out of interest, rather than envying its power."

"But I don't think simplified magic is worse than ancient magic, especially when I have more than a thousand spells."

"one thousand?"

Felix was a little amazed. He had mastered many spells, but he could not compare with the old professor. And this was still the number of spells that Flivi mastered at a certain period. As for how many spells it is now, it is hard to say.

‘The curse is Philius’s magical text?’ He tried to understand the professor’s ideas.

Frivy waved his wand, and the floor raised into steps. He sat on the chair opposite Felix on the small steps. "A lot of the spells I have mastered are life magic, but in fact, spells are spells, and each reveals the mystery of magic, even if it is very small."

Felix pondered this sentence, "Philius, my magic theory has not improved recently. Is there any factor in this?"

"Progress?" Flivie said in surprise, "Can you accurately judge whether you have made progress? I think most people improve without realizing it... Before that, every spell casting and every learning may increase the help."

Felix blinked, "It's like a sudden feeling, it seems that the knowledge of the past is integrated all at once."

Flivi said happily: "This state is hard to come by. I still remember when I was thirty, I was struggling to learn so many spells but couldn't use them. But I really like spells. Until one morning I woke up and my understanding of magic suddenly rose to a higher level, and I never doubted my choice since then."

Felix only thought of one word, and it happened naturally.

Since seeing Ravenclaw's memory magic, Slytherin's bloodline research, and Dumbledore's transformation technique, he realized Flitvi's curse path. He couldn't help thinking: Maybe every professor at Hogwarts is more or less on the magic path?

In his opinion, the so-called magic path is a perspective of understanding the world, and to be more straightforward, it is a tool for understanding magic.

Flivi used magic spells to observe and understand the structure of the entire magic edifice, while he completed this step through magic essays. In Felix's expectation, if possible, he would replace all spells with magic essays to cast spells.

Although I can't see any hope at this time~

Felix wanted to know Flivie's view of the spell, but at this moment, a silver cat suddenly appeared in the office. It opened its mouth and made Professor McGonagall anxious voice: "Filius, come to the school hospital quickly, it is suspected that Sirius Black attacked Harry Potter."

Felix and Flivi looked at each other in surprise, and they rushed to the school hospital. On the way, Felix couldn't help but wonder, it wasn't it fake news, right?

In order to solve Harry's safety problem, he deliberately wanted Harry's sight glass to come over and cast magic again. As long as the sight glass finds Sirius Black's traces, he will get a warning at the same time.

But now the situation is that he has not received any feedback from the spectator.

At the school hospital, Professor McGonagall walked around the door, her hands tangled together, "Oh, you are here." As they approached, they saw Dumbledore communicating with Mrs. Pomfrey seriously.

Dumbledore insisted: "Poppy, it takes me five minutes, it's important." Mrs. Pomfrey compromised.

He saw Frivie and Felix and said in a deep voice: "Let's go in together."

In the ward, Ron was lying on the bed, one of his legs was hung up, with bandages wrapped around his legs. Harry and Hermione sat aside.

When they saw the professors coming in, they started yelling.

"The principal, it's Black, he's the big black dog-"

"It can turn into a human, no, into an animal!"

"Professor, he, he is an Animagus!"

The ward suddenly became quiet, and Dumbledore whispered: "Animagus? Are you talking about Sirius Black, not anyone else?"

"It's him, I'm absolutely right. Ron and Hermione saw it, right?" Harry turned his head to seek support.

"That's right!"
Chapter completed!