After class, the third-grade wizards walked out of the classroom one after another, each holding a magic puppet that was half a foot tall, and happily discussed the contents of the first class.

Felix stayed and ticked a form, and he wrote down the number 17 next to the name "Luna Lovegood", which represents the number of cards she has been exposed to in class.

In fact, the process of injecting stable magic into the card is that the younger wizards become more proficient as they go to the back of the classroom. In Felix's opinion, today is really just an interest-guided class. Especially compared with the next sixth grade class-

“Sixth grade is a crucial year…”

"Don't do this, professor." Fred and George shouted in aggrievedly in the class: "We've just experienced the O.W.Ls years!" The other students whispered to agree.

After listening to similar words for a year, they had psychological shadows. Several timid students seemed to be brought into the last school year full of bitterness. When they thought of the difficult days, they kept swaying like some sequelae.

The students were worried, and they didn't know who made the retching sound. The students looked around and found the source of the sound, and they were not even in a relationship.

Felix was amused and paced in the classroom. "The reason for saying this is because this year, you don't have to worry about certificates, and the accumulation of knowledge has reached a peak. This means-"

He deliberately paused for a few seconds to reveal the answer: "We have more time to practice."

Before the students could come back to the podium, he turned around and walked back to the podium, took out the magic text card and clapped his hands: "My request is very simple. Through these cards, you can master at least seven ancient magic texts--"

"They happen to form a magical script circuit, and I will explain this part in the last half hour of the course."

"But I hope that you can discover the fun through your own exploration. Let's start, students, the first one will receive a 20-year reward."

Soon, in the sixth-grade ancient magical text improvement class, students from four academies took magical text cards and projected symbols of magical texts - this was a piece of cake for fifth-grade students who had experienced purgatory.

But the key is how to master the above magic text through the cards.

"By the way." Felix seemed to think of something and picked up the roster. "It's still very difficult to complete this step alone, so I will group you... Miss Campbell King, don't look around, I will divide each three into a group in the order on the roster."

In this way, the students of the four academy were disrupted in order, and Felix thoughtfully transformed into small round tables, each with three chairs. The Weasley twins took advantage of the surname and were divided into a group. They stared at the Lavenclaw girl opposite.

"Oh, it's so beautiful." The girl looked at a small green bud projected on the card, and a light flashed in her eyes. Then she came to her senses and looked down at the textbook full of notes.

"Based on past experience, if you want to master a magic text, you must first master its symbolic shape and magic symbol... This is the most important thing, and we can all get it from the card, and the only thing left is - what are you watching me for?"

"No, nothing," George murmured, and he took a card from Fred, injecting magic, and asked in a low voice: "Why do you think the professor does this?"

Fred said: "I guess I want us to master the ability to learn ancient magical texts by ourselves."

"are you serious?"

"I heard from people in the 'Future World' say, well, it's actually Penelo," he blinked mischievously, "She said that Professor Happ's positioning of the magic card is an enlightenment toy."

"Toy!" George said with his eyes wide open.

"Yes, like children's comics, but Professor Happ is more about promoting practical magic texts. Penelo said that the professor provides a scene: the father or mother holds the child and projects patterns from the card. When the child grows up a little, he will naturally get close to magic texts."

Qiao thought seriously, "If the 'Future World' had not purchased a batch of Muggle toys, I wouldn't have known how scarce our entertainment methods were... How much inspiration did it give us! Magical building blocks, soldiers, colored bubble guns, prank cards, and derived wizard battle cards..."

The Ravenclaw girl interrupted, "Why are there no dolls?"

"Uh, please forgive me, what did you say?"

"Dolls," said the girl seriously, "I liked them the most when I was a child. I spent my pocket money on it every year, and over the years I collected a whole set!"

The twins looked at each other and Fred asked slowly, "George, what do you think?"

George said in the same tone: "Man, I think--I should have found some partners in the last two years of school..."

"It makes sense." Fred nodded, and he turned his head and looked at the girl, "Telly, are you willing to join?"

Terry looked at them in surprise.

"What did you say?"

"Join Weasley Magic Tricks. There is nothing yet, but in the future, it will be the world's largest supplier of prank items and a wizard children's toy manufacturer."

"You—well—a bit unexpected—" Tylie said at a loss, "Isn't this your prank again?"

"Of course not. Do you have any plans for the future? For example, join the Ministry of Magic?" Fred and George asked at each other. It was a whim at first, but now there are really plans to recruit people.

"This...isn't. I'm from a Muggle family and haven't figured out where to stay after graduation."

"Then let's try it." Fred and George tried their best to bewitch.

Terry found herself inexplicably positioned as the veteran of Weasley's Magic Tricks. Her hand holding the card shook hard. A blue waterfall projected by the card flashed and disappeared.

...

In the last half hour, Felix explained this part of the knowledge and assigned homework.

"Today's paper content is how to use magic text cards to learn ancient magic texts efficiently. I need you to summarize a set of effective learning plans based on your experience in the classroom."

After class, Felix muttered when he heard the Weasley twins passing by—

"What do you think of Cedric?"

"He has a special liking for magic puppets..."

“Isn’t this just right?”

"Arry is also good, too, Celton and Pardis."

Felix stroked his chin and looked at the backs of the two. They all mentioned people from the Magic Wen Club. Is there anything he doesn't know about?

After the afternoon class, Felix walked towards the auditorium. A sniffed on his shoulder, which attracted many curious sights along the way. As soon as he arrived at the foyer, he saw Harry and Draco arguing from afar.

Harry said something angrily, pulled Ron and turned away. Draco Malfoy blushed. He threw down the newspaper in his hand, took out his wand from behind in anger, and pointed at Harry fiercely.

"Bang!"

Harry jumped aside quickly, a hot spell brushed across his hair, and he turned around and waved his hand-Draco seemed to have been hit by something, his wand came out, and then he stumbled back, and was pulled by Crab before he fell down.

A few screams came late.

"Merlin's beard, what is that!"

"Porter is so amazing that he is only in the fourth grade..."

"Do you think he can become a Warrior without age restrictions?"

"It's hard to say, everyone has made great progress in the past two years."

Ron looked at Harry in shock, "How did you do it?"

Harry looked at the extra wand in his hand in a daze, which belonged to Malfoy. Harry himself didn't know what was going on. He was just indignant about his sudden attack and subconsciously attacked. He was about to say something, but he heard a loud noise in the hall.

Bang! Then a roar echoed in the foyer.

"You are not allowed to do this, boy!"

Moody limped, pointing at a snow-white ferret, which shivered on the stone-paved ground, which was where Malfoy was standing just now.

In the silence, Moody asked, “Has he hurt you?”

"No," said Harry, "the spell was not hit."

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.

"Don't touch—what?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"It's not about you - it's about him!" Moody shouted again, raised his thumbs up, and pointed at Crab over his shoulder. Crab was about to pick up the ferret, but he was so scared that he stayed in place and didn't dare to move.

Moody began limping towards Crab, Gole and the ferret, who screamed in horror, dodged away, and ran in the opposite direction.

"I don't believe this evil!" Moody roared and pointed his wand at the ferret. At this time, a man stood in front of the ferret, "Oh, Professor Moody, I can't let you do this."

Felix smiled and swung the spell.

The ferret shrank at his feet, sniffing Valen was lying on his shoulder and watching it curiously.
Chapter completed!