Felix nodded slightly. He knew that Dumbledore had a wide range of friends and friends all over the world. If the number of admirers was added, the ten Loharts would not be an opponent.

Sometimes he couldn't help but guess whether Dumbledore looked so busy was hiding in the office and writing letters to pen pals around the world...

Ahem! You can't think so. The principal should be doing serious things, such as analyzing Tom Riddle's childhood life. He can also write a paper "The impact of childhood growth environment on the key choices of wizards when they grow up: A brief analysis of one, two, three points".

Felix took out the stone basin from the ring and the two entered the inner space. This was a vast white world with misty surrounding it.

Dumbledore looked around with interest, and he sighed: "You are the only one in this world who has this ability. Judging from the magic traces left behind, it is very exquisite, yes... exquisite."

Felix asked, "Can't anyone else do it?" He didn't feel anything, and he thought of it and made it. At that time, he thought it was a defective product and could not compare to the original meditation basin, so he didn't care.

It was also later that it gradually developed its purpose.

Dumbledore said: "Let me tell you what I can see, ancient magic texts, alchemy, solid spells, traceless stretching spells, transforming techniques, memory magic... It's very special. I seem to see a solid magic node..."

He stretched out his hand and pointed his slender fingers into the air, and the surrounding clouds immediately surged.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"The memory node is also the magic node here." Felix said briefly.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "It seems that you have made improvements, and you are getting further and further away from the function of the meditation basin, and you are closer to the house of Responsibility for any request."

His gaze swept sharply around, causing Felix to feel a little tingling, and his skin felt a layer of goose bumps.

The principal has a very sharp vision.

Although the appearance of the mind stone basin is very similar to that of the meditation basin, its principle is closer to the House of Responsible Requests - it casts the traceless stretching spell, pulling the space to the size of five or six basketball courts, and the interior is filled with various blank memory fragments, and it is sealed with the help of magic text without leaking it. He also used memory nodes to build a more stable structure.

The advantage of this is that real people and false illusions can interact, and as the owner of the stone basin, Felix can even demonstrate his ability in the thinking hut with the help of the ubiquitous memory energy.

Felix took a few steps, clouds surging, opening a road, an ancient pyramid appeared in front of the two of them, he smiled and sent an invitation, "Principal, this is a level adapted from my real experience during the summer vacation, uh, real experience... Do you want to try it?"

Dumbledore looked away from the memory node and carefully looked at the pyramids in the clouds. He knew that all this was false, and might just be the manifestation of a memory, but it looked quite real.

Did Felix really master the principle of the house of quests? He became interested and walked towards the open golden door. He could see that the inside of the pyramid was pitch black. There was no idea where a beam of light was cast, and it shone into the seven or eight feet inside the door, but it seemed that the deep part became darker.

The two walked into the pyramid, and the next second, Felix's figure suddenly disappeared and the door suddenly closed.

Dumbledore looked at the grim and horrifying Pharaoh's tomb, which was filled with a miserable and miserable soundtrack, and murmured: "I'm just an old man..." He pulled out his magic wand and slashed his arm, "Buzz~" The magic fluctuations made the entire pyramid shake together.

If there are legs, it probably ran away.

Felix's sigh echoed around: "Principal, this is just a toy I made for members of the Magic Wen Club. I happened to think of it as a training warrior, but it can't stand a spell you have at your best..."

Dumbledore's eyes seemed to see the top of the pyramid, where Felix was sitting lazily waiting for him.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, put away his wand, and climbed up the only road. Various strange creatures appeared in front of him, but were blocked by the sudden emergence of vines, chains and tough barriers. After a few minutes, he pushed open a door, and Felix sat outside the door, looking out at the sea of ​​clouds.

"Abus, what do you think?"

Dumbledore said funnyly: "I want to praise your imagination. Felix. The big spider and python have traces to follow. What are the cars that make the cracks and deform? Is it inspired you by Arthur's cars? But as far as I know, it stays well in the forbidden forest and has not developed any strange abilities.

There are also monsters with insect exoskeletons and mouth acid…”

Felix said casually, "Some are made up, some are seen from the movie, and they are taken and borrowed." His calves were hanging outside, shaking constantly.

"It's amazing, but unfortunately I haven't studied it in depth." Dumbledore said, thinking about it carefully and commented: "Our ideas actually have similarities. Your... strange creatures are good to train students' adaptability, but you can see that you haven't spent much effort and have little connection with reality."

Felix also admitted this, "The more you understand, the more real the memory will be. This is the disadvantage of constructing virtual memory, and I can't do it. Instead of creating a four-dimensional and making students misunderstand it, it is better to deliberately make it fake and see it at a glance."

If he intends to construct a sphinx, he must have a very good understanding of the habits of this magical animal, otherwise he will make a mistake by taking it for granted. As a result, the students believe it. If they encounter a sphinx in the wild, they may make a fatal mistake.

Dumbledore nodded slightly and agreed with his point of view. Every time he communicated with Felix, he would gain novel results. He thought along this line of thought and quickly thought of a perfect method. He thought that if it were him, he would definitely be able to reappear one magical creature in a vivid way.

Newt Scarmand, the most outstanding expert in fantastic animal protection in the world.

The only doubt was whether this was necessary. Dumbledore secretly wrote down this idea and decided to observe it again.

"I also found a problem, which may not be a problem, but it is worth noting," Dumbledore said. "The protection methods in this place are somewhat single. As long as you have a certain understanding of memory magic, you can borrow the power here."

He waved his hand, and the pyramid under the two feet collapsed in an instant. They stood suddenly in a square. Felix had just seen the painted glass on a dilapidated chapel. The next second, the scene turned into an empty high ground, and there was another flower in front of them. They stood in front of the windowsill of Hogwarts Castle.

Dumbledore whispered: "When it comes to the attainment of memory magic, I am actually not as good as you, but I can still show these scenes. Also, I just penetrated my will and made my surroundings mistakenly think that I had successfully cast my spell, and they became what I wanted..."

Felix shrugged: "You make sense, there are indeed many loopholes. I was just too lazy to change it before, after all," he showed a dangerous smile and kept twisting his fingers. "If any student in the club dares to take advantage of the opportunity, I will let him experience a twenty-minute free fall..."

Dumbledore was silent.

...

They came out of the stone basin, and Dumbledore had to prepare for some time to extract the memories of his youth. Fortunately, every principal had to leave his own portrait, and he was not unfamiliar with this process.

Felix returned to the office, and suddenly thought of something amid the dense sound of raindrops. He pulled out his magic wand, and the silver light exploded from the tip of the wand, and the patron saint of the swift transformed into shape in the air. Then, he pressed his wand against his forehead, pulled out a silver line, outlined it in the air, and a silver-white cloak slowly appeared.

The patron saint of the swift screamed and threw themselves into the cloak. After the dazzling light disappeared, a ghost hiding his face under the cloak appeared.

"I'll tell you...well, let's forget it first, see if you can fool the ghosts in the castle."

Felix looked at the "ghost" in front of him, a bit like a dementor who received a good-looking bonus. He suddenly remembered that there were more than a dozen people locked in his ring. The schedule was too full recently, and the original research work had to be postponed again and again.

The silver-white 'ghost' was about three feet above the ground and turned around and was about to leave. "You can find Pipi ghost. There is a reason why he is afraid of Barrow." Felix reminded.

"Swoosh!"

The 'ghost' disappeared all of a sudden, Felix reached out to hold his forehead, "The speed has not changed at all, and anyone can see the problem."

He took over the patron saint and wandered around the castle from its perspective...

Meanwhile, on the Hogwarts Express train—

In the carriage, a golden shadow ran around in the carriage without any ends. When it approached, Harry reached out and grabbed the golden thief, "Good ball!" The passing twins gave him a thumbs up.

Harry grinned, looking forward to Qiu Zhang passing by the corridor, and inadvertently saw him grabbing the golden thief. She was Ravenclaw's golfer and should know how difficult this move is.

He saw Qiu Zhang in the corridor just now and couldn't help but want to do something, then he thought of the advice Sirius gave him, and by some reason, he turned it out of the gift box.

He is now very skilled, and whenever he is bored at Dursley's house, he will release the golden thief to practice for a while.

There was a noise from the door, and a familiar sound of dragging the cavity and tuning floated in through the gap as big as a little finger at the door.

"...Did you know, my father really considered sending me to Demstrong, not Hogwarts. He knew the principal of that school. But my mom didn't want me to go to school so far...Dermstrong's students were really learning black magic, I mean, some magic has its place to work..."

Hermione stood up and tiptoed to the door of the compartment, shutting the door tightly so that Malfoy's voice could be heard.

"Don't worry about that golden thief, you look so stupid, Harry," she said impatiently.

Harry was embarrassed to put away the golden thief, and Ron took it over, "Let me play for a while." He had just glanced for a long time. Harry shrugged at Hermione, "Ron!" Hermione shouted, Ron shook his hand and slapped Harry in the face.

"Oh, sorry, Harry—"

There was a storm in the carriage, Ron's new owl jumping around in the cage, Hermione's pet cat whimpered and whimpered. When everything calmed down, a red palm print was left on Harry's face and two scratches of the cat's claws.

He immediately changed his mood. He regretted not being able to meet Qiu Zhang before, but now he sincerely hopes not to meet her.

Even when the cart pushes the snacks passing by their carriage, Harry begged Ron and Hermione to go out and buy it.

After a while, Ron came back with a bunch of snacks and placed them on the small table, with a weird expression on his face and said to Harry: "You are right."

"What?" Harry tore open a bag of chocolate frogs and bit off the frog's head in one bite.

"We met Qiu Zhang and went to buy snacks with her friends. Fortunately, you didn't go..."

Harry suddenly choked, and he coughed violently, his face flushed, "What are you talking nonsense-"

"Okay," Ron put his shoulder on his shoulder and said with a smile: "I saw it last semester that you have ideas about her, it's quite obvious - if you don't believe me, ask Hermione."

Harry's thoughts were suddenly pierced, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "I thought you kept chuckling all the way because you saw Malfoy practicing lighting in the carriage. This is a violation, I must tell-"

"—Professor Hepp." Ron continued, shook his head, "This is a train, no one cares. Why not talk about Demstrong, what is that?"

...

The sky gradually became dark. In fact, it had not been dawn, and the thick rain clouds covered everything. After a while, the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmead Station.

The car door opened and thunder rumbling sounds came from the air.

The three of them shivered and watched the heavy rain and howling wind outside. "We won't be drowned on the road, are we?" Harry said.
Chapter completed!