The seventh-grade male and female witches walked out of the classroom, with a trance remaining on their faces and no expression to return to reality. When they walked to the corner of the corridor, a brown-skinned Ravenclaw girl announced loudly: "I booked an excellent exam for the ancient magic texts in N.E.W.T!"

Her words were like turning on the switch on their bodies, and the sound of discussion poured out-

"Ha~ I think so too!"

"This class is so exciting. I can't imagine that the next class will be scheduled for Friday..."

"Yes, compared to Professor Hayp, my mind is filled with weeds."

"You said, does Professor Happ's words make sense?"

"Well, I'm planning to enter the Ministry of Magic. Now it's a little shaken. My parents are both employees of the Ministry of Magic. Their lives are not as good as outsiders think."

"Really? Are you willing to talk about it..."

Penelo approached Percy and asked in a low voice: "Your target or the Ministry of Magic?"

Percy hesitated for a moment or two, then firmly became firm: "Yes, I also yearn for the future described by Professor Hayp, but I must grasp what I can reach with my hand."

"But you shouldn't miss the professor's class?"

"What a joke," Percy said, "I'll give it all!"

The next day, these seventh-grade students appeared in other classes. Their extremely excited and free state attracted the attention of other professors. Felix's approach and those words spread among the professors.

Felix thought someone would talk to him, but he was ready to speak, but everything was calm.

In the evening, he recorded his experience in the office—

‘The magic of the Thinking Hut is getting stronger and stronger, and even I am a little unfamiliar with it. Without resistance or obvious defense, I can instantly pull the superficial consciousness of more than 20 people into the Thinking Hut. This is also the basis of today’s class. Two branches can be extended from here-’

‘The first branch, the direction of attack; but the thinking hut cannot really hurt the other party. After all, what is brought over is only an external reflection of the real consciousness. If the other party resists, it will fail, and it will be difficult to use it in actual combat in a short period of time;’

He stopped and drew a lot of lines in the short term "it is difficult to use in actual combat". He could not give up just the terrifying prospects that appeared in this direction.

Think about it, at some point in the future, he will put down a wizard with one look...

‘The second branch, auxiliary direction, is used for the accelerated thinking and teaching of ancient magic literature. The former is very useful whether it is fighting or learning, while the latter is—’

Felix stopped and thought, ‘The combination of the thinking cabin and the magic of memory is equally amazing, and I have a chance to be the greatest teacher in history.’

He thought again: "I don't know if it's a blessing or a regret. Memories cannot be infused. This is because a person's memory is a very precise thing. Rampant change will cause unpredictable consequences. Even if my forgetfulness is empty, it will only reduce the side effects as much as possible, rather than not.

Most of the time, the memory cancellers in the Ministry of Magic are just to eliminate memories in recent hours, but those who have been eliminated will usually be accompanied by a day or two, or a week or two of forgetfulness and slowness... I have also verified this from the Dark Wizard.

And it is not a slight change to instill knowledge, and the impact on people is so great...

I have just barely bypassed this limitation now, and its real function is to speed up learning that set.’

A series of names flashed through Felix's mind: Severus, Dumbledore, Lockhart, Ms. Lavenclaw, and Longbottom... They were either active or passive, and provided arm help in the improvement and improvement of the Thinking Hut. This is why he has made this magic from barely using it to now be free and easy in just one and a half years.

Not to mention, he actually experienced a major upgrade in memory magic and the strong support of the prohibited book area of ​​the Hogwarts Library...

Felix twisted the parchment paper and watched quietly as they quietly turned into ashes. In the hut of thought, the parchment papers regained.

Felix rolled them into a round parchment tube, pulled out a silver-green string from the air, and secured the cylinder.

He skillfully climbed over the pile of books on the deep maroon carpet and stood in front of the dark green curtain. The curtain was windless and rolled up high, revealing the tall portal behind it.

He reached out and touched the door without a handle, and gently pushed it, and the door opened silently.

This is his true inner world, hiding all the secrets and memories in his deepest areas.

This is a long room with an aisle in the middle, straight forward, and there seems to be no end. On both sides of the aisle are tall and stand tall bookshelf, with books of various shapes and styles placed on the shelves, and each cover is a self of different stages.

At the corners of the shelf, there are also some notes, photos, memory balls, and similar pieces of things.

Felix strides forward, and the room gradually becomes brighter. He stands in front of a bookshelf, and with the soft light, he patiently counts the numbers: "The magic of memory—the hut of thinking—theoretical derivation—have!"

He put the small cylinder on the shelf and said to himself with a little distress: "Well, the room is always changing, and I have to look for it for a long time every time I come..."

Felix came out of the room behind the curtain, watching the dark green curtain fall again, covering the heavy door, and turning back to the real world.

In the office of the ancient magic literature, he watched the time and waited quietly—

"Knock!"

"Please come in--"

The office door was opened and Hermione jumped in like a thief.

"No one was discovered, Miss Granger?"

"No, Professor. Tell me to keep it secret." Hermione said briskly. As early as two hours ago, while she was having supper, Professor Happ's patron saint suddenly appeared, holding a blank card in her mouth.

As her magic power was covered on the card, a line of small words appeared on it: Time converter, 8 o'clock tonight, confidential.

Hermione kept scratching her heart and waiting until after nine o'clock, before using the time converter back two hours ago and appeared here.

Felix nodded and asked, "What do you think of Sirius Black's attack yesterday?"

He planned to start with this sentence to raise suspicion of rat-spotted doubts, but Hermione directly gave him a surprise, or a shock.

"Professor, we guess - Ron's mouse, there might be something wrong!" Hermione said in a low voice, her voice trembling with excitement.

"How did you find out this?"

"It's Harry," said Hermione, "he overheard Mr. Weasley's conversation with Mr. Weasley the night before the third grade starts, and Mr. Weasley said, " She held her breath, her eyes widened.

"After Black escaped, the Ministry of Magic went to Azkaban to investigate and collect evidence. The guards inside mentioned that Black had been repeating his sleep for the past few days - he was in Hogwarts, he was in Hogwarts..."

Hermione's voice became sharper: "We thought Black's target was Harry, but yesterday's attack proved not, at least not the first target. In addition, Black's abnormal behavior was actually after Foggy gave him a newspaper - oh, this was Fuggy's own words, and when he talked to the professors on three brooms - combined with Black's attack on Ron, we speculated that the "Prophet Daily" was published in the Ron family's award-winning information..."

Hermione was still talking about her thoughts, but Felix couldn't help but sigh. It was not only a keen appreciation of Hermione and the others, but also a dissatisfaction with Fudge's negligence. After a long time of trouble, the root of all this was in him.

But speaking of this, Harry and the others had actually obtained this information long ago, but it was not really connected until yesterday. He was not so lucky. He made an association with the two points of Black's Animagus and Black's abnormal attack on Ron.

The most critical clue here is actually Animagus. Following this line, many things can be inferred.

"…We haven't told Ron yet, Oh my God, we can't actually be sure, but if it's true, he'll be so sad."

"Miss Granger," said Felix sighed, "This is indeed the possibility, and this is why I found you, I thought-"

He shook his head gently, "I need to change my strategy."

"Since you have investigated this, I hope you will be aware of the possible dangers and put protection of yourself first."

Felix reached out and called out three coins that could turn into the ring of the Ourobosnake and let them fall into Hermione's hands. "This is what I prepared for the Magic Club, and it's no problem to give it to you a few days in advance."

“You can contact me through it in case Harry forgets to carry the spectacle again…

In addition, you should carry your beaded bag with you at any time. It can temporarily fight against the basil monster. When it is suddenly activated, an ordinary black wizard cannot be your opponent.
Chapter completed!