"This is still a talent."

Felix thought this way when he watched Eddie Camilche show his new magical text on Saturday morning.

Eddie held a cluster of small flames in his hand, showing it to others, and then closed his palms dramatically, slowly spreading his hands amid the screams of everyone, and an orange-red magic symbol kept flashing.

"Look, this is the Fire Demonic Text. Do you want to learn it?" He said to his companion mysteriously, "Just two Yinxikes."

...

Felix came out of the auditorium, and Harry, Ron and Hermione suddenly appeared from somewhere, "Professor, we made an appointment," Harry said breathlessly.

Felix looked at them: "I would like to notify you later with the Guardian, okay, come with me."

He led the three of them to the eighth floor of the castle and stood opposite a tapestry. Harry first looked at the interesting scene of the "troll monster chasing a ballet teacher", and then followed the professor and faced the blank wall.

"There are many hidden rooms in the castle, some of which are magical enough to be unaffected by the anti-phantom shifting spell. The secret room is one, and it is one here," Felix explained.

"In the history of Hogwarts, many people have accidentally used it when they needed it most, but then they found that they could not get in, so they gave it a name, fly to the house, or ask for it."

The three of them muttered this name.

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As far as he knows, the door of the house that meets the requirements can be opened at any position in the castle. If he can borrow this power, can he avoid the limitations of the anti-phantom shift spell?

He suppressed this thought and continued: "The way to make the entrance appear is very simple. Focus on the venue you need, and pass here three times, and a door will appear on the wall, just like..."

He stopped because a silver-white door really appeared on the door, and when the door opened, a drunken woman walked out, it was Sybil Trilawne.

Felix had to sigh at his luck. It seemed that the two of them met in front of the house with requests. The first time was that Trelawney came out of the office to hide the bottle. He asked for some information about the house with requests. The second time, now, they even collided face to face.

"Felix...Hip?" Trelawney's eyes were blurred, and she stared at him for a long time before she recognized him, "You, uh... hiccup~"

Felix took two steps back, "Professor Trelawney, you're drunk, it's morning."

"What's the matter? I haven't had a class anyway!" She took two steps in a slanted manner, her eyes falling on Hermione, "Child, I've seen you again, I've expected, uh, you'll leave, forever..."

Hermione said with a straight face: "You should point me directly at the name, Professor Trelawney."

Felix blinked. He happened to know about this. His assistant voluntarily withdrew from the divination class some time ago. He guessed that it might be because her grades in this course were really not outstanding, and she was even inferior to those who made up lies.

Trelawney seemed to wake up, she pulled the scarf higher, and the shiny beads on it jingled: "The sky eyes may become a burden, I don't want to make myself look alternative, you know..." She left slowly.

"Oh, by the way." Trelawney turned around, "Dear, what you worry about will happen in April."

Harry and Ron looked at her suspiciously, and Ron took a deep breath and asked softly: "Who is she talking about?"

Hermione said sharply: "We have four of us. Whoever had a minor accident in April will know who she is talking about."

Felix said in a relaxed tone: "I will attend the Medal of Merlin in early April. I don't know if Sybil is referring to this... I'm not worried, frankly."

They walked into the House of Responsibility, which was a spacious large classroom, empty, with a fifty feet high in the ceiling, and a clean floor that didn't even have a hair, and was painted in different colors, like colorful grids.

Each grid is marked with numbers, repeating from one to ten.

"Professor, what should I do?" Harry suddenly became nervous. He held the wand and put on a silly look. Hermione and Ron were very glad that they didn't need to try today.

"Use what you learned in the nameless book," said Felix. "I have taught everything I should teach, and in addition, your paper is very well written."

"Is that?" Harry felt a little embarrassed, but he did feel a little relaxed and happy. He didn't know if the professor was comforting himself, but he decided to follow this feeling.

“While the more difficult the Phantom moves, we don’t have to care about that few feet,” Felix said. “So, pick a number that you’re interested in, Harry.”

"Uh, I choose..." He looked at the grid in front of him with uncertainty, "How about the number seven?"

"Very good." Felix said encouraged, "You can close your eyes and listen to me chant a guide: Imagine you in the warm sunshine... You hear the birds singing and smell the fragrance of flowers. You are very relaxed now. Stay in this state. Imagine the grid of the number seven, think as clearly as possible. What is it like? Now you start mobilizing your magic power, and a strong desire suddenly surges in your heart. You can't wait to let yourself occupy the space in front of you...just now!"

"Bang!"

The air burst, like a firework lit, Ron and Hermione were surprised to find Harry disappeared, and then appeared on the edge of the red grid of the number seven.

Harry lost his balance and fell forward. He quickly reached out and helped the ground, so he didn't make a fool of himself. He gasped excitedly, looked down at his feet, "I, I succeeded."

"Very great," Felix said. "Next, let's try again. This time, there are no guides, you can do it yourself."

Harry was full of confidence, he stared at the white grid with the number one written on it, his goal, determination, calmness...

He closed his eyes and felt that he was light and fluttering. Did he succeed? He didn't hear the sound, opened his eyes and found that he was still in place.

"Try again, Harry, it feels very important."

The third time still failed, he was a little anxious, the fourth time, the fifth time

"Bang!"

Hermione screamed, Harry opened his eyes and found himself in the number one grid, with the only problem being that his right leg was still twenty feet in place.

He thought he would panic and faint, but he did not, except because Professor Haypu was here, another reason was that he had experienced the separation too many times in the nameless book.

"Split, it's normal." Felix walked to Harry calmly, waved his wand, and after a burst of purple smoke disappeared, Harry sat on the ground panting, sweating on his face.

"Are you going to rest or continue?" Felix asked.

"Continue," Harry grinned, "Professor, I've found a little bit of special training."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"It's still a split, this time it's ears. Can you hear it of course, let's continue."

"Bang!"

"puff!"

"Yes, you are becoming more and more skilled. Have you noticed that the sound of casting has become smaller, and we are on the right path!"

Ron and Hermione were as quiet as two quails, and Hermione whispered: "Is this the special training that Harry mentioned? It's simply, it's..."

"It's like self-abuse, right?" Ron described his feelings, "but the effect is very good. In addition to the need to overcome psychological discomfort, oh, it's apart again, this time it's an arm..."

Half an hour passed, "Let's take a break for a while and eat something." Felix stopped Harry from continuing to practice phantom movement. He looked at the empty room and said accurately and clearly: "I need a table and four chairs."

The house fulfilled his needs, and a small brown square table and four sofa chairs appeared before him.

Felix blinked at them: "I'm demonstrating to you. You may use it in the future. In fact, just recite the request in your heart." He waved his hand and flew out of the ring on his left hand a few dishes of dessert and chocolate, as well as a large pot of fresh orange juice.

Harry walked over lightly, his legs were soft, as if he was stepping on cotton. He collapsed on the sofa chair, feeling weak.

Felix turned out a straw and let a glass of orange juice float in front of him. Harry lowered his head, bit the straw, and drank it "gulp".

"Professor, should I do this if I want to practice phantom shifting?" Hermione asked timidly.

"You are different from Harry," Felix said. "He feels that you value rationality, so for you, you are more suitable for thinking and practicing, summarizing the gains and losses of each spell casting."

"Hermione is the smartest witch I know." Harry raised his head and Ron agreed.

"It has nothing to do with being smart or not, Harry," Felix said softly. "Everyone is good at something different. Some people rely more on intuition to learn magic, like you, you can take it as a gift."

Ron said thoughtfully: "I think I also rely on intuition, no, on experience. Many of my magic have been learned by myself, such as the confinement curse, coma curse, disarming curse..."

Felix looked at Ron with a strange look. He heard Hermione mention that Ron created a "experience learning method" to use his body to experience the effect of the spell, and then the speed of learning the spell was greatly accelerated.

The most outrageous time was when he was learning the imprisonment curse. He asked Harry to tie him up more than twenty times in a row. As a result, before the duel study that day, he successfully released a magic rope as thick as a finger.

I heard that many people tried to imitate, but no one could successfully copy Ron's feat.
Chapter completed!