"I can't believe it! You're hiding it from us!" Hermione said dissatisfiedly. At this time, they had already walked out of the castle, turned around in front of Hagrid's cottage, and turned into the forbidden forest, but she was still a little angry.

"Hermione, you were having a quarrel at that time-but, man, you didn't even tell me, we could wear invisible clothes." Harry couldn't help but say in a complaining tone.

"I thought...if it fails, just pretend that nothing has happened." Ron stammered, his eyes unnaturally looking elsewhere, "I guess Malfoy had the same thought... Hermione, thank you for your fresh white fragrance."

The lump on his face no longer looked obvious.

"That was prepared for Harry to practice phantom movement!" Hermione snorted from her nose.

"But Malfoy succeeded," said Ron. "I always thought he would just cry and call him mom, or a big ferret jumping..."

Hermione felt it was normal.

"He has always been very good, and he has topped the scores on 'ans answering parchment', but you never pay attention to it."

"Yes," Ron smacked his lips, "I don't know. You will also pay attention to people with lower rankings than you. That's a bunch of names..."

Harry couldn't help but grin.

They walked into the forbidden forest, and the light suddenly dimmed, as if it was evening, with all kinds of rustling and small sounds in the forest. They wanted to find a place nearby to practice phantom movement. According to Harry, he could already walk out of the "house".

Ron picked a purple berries and asked, "Can this thing be eaten?"

"Yes," Hermione glanced, "except that it was a little-"

"Bah!" Ron had already taken a bite, showing a bitter look, "It's so bitter!"

"...Bitty, it seems you already know it." Hermione said with a smile, and Harry quickly retracted his hand that was exploring the branches.

They soon discovered a familiar path and trekked to an open space-

"I look familiar with this place." Harry looked around, his eyes sliding over the scattered stones several times.

"Yes," Hermione pointed to a big tree, "Remember? We peeked behind that tree by Professor Hayp to practice phantom movement... I quietly asked Haygrid that there are no nests of dangerous creatures near this forest. However, we still have to be prepared-"

She was holding a magic wand and walking around, muttering words.

"Peaceful guards... all guards... Muggle shields... thieves sense... screams and screams... transformed guards... I said, if you don't mind, you should help..."

"We only know the first three spells." Harry and Ron looked at each other and became busy. "That was taught by Professor Belby, the topic of safety in the wild...what else?"

"Oh," Hermione patted her head, "The thief's sense spell can detect magical disguise. Sharp roar is a type of warning spell, and someone makes a harsh sound when they break in... As for the transformed guards," she paused and said with a smile: "Don't you think they are cute?"

Harry and Ron squatted down, looking like peanuts - their bodies were made of two stones, and they should have used deformation, without feet, but jumped.

Ron reached out and flicked a deformed guard two feet away.

"A little like a tumbler," Harry commented, looking up and asking, "What are they for?"

"It is more sensitive to magic and can discover things we cannot see in advance." Hermione said, "I would like to mention it, this is Professor Hepp's magic."

"It was well prepared," Ron whispered, "I finally knew why she hadn't stopped us from violating school rules. If I had learned so much magic, I would definitely have to find an opportunity to use it, otherwise it would be a pity, right?"

In the evening.

Felix is ​​making a look glass in the office, with tiny parts scattered on the workbench.

He carefully extracted a wisp of magic from a business card, which was given to him by Mr. Fenlieri. He then picked up a gem the size of a fingernail and incorporated the magic wrapped around his fingers into it.

"The most important step is done, then - Valen, I haven't heard the sound of reading for a long time."

He said without raising his head, and the side of the Sniff Varun was sitting on a large book, dozing off. Under his butt was a literacy book used by Muggles, with various illustrations on it.

Hearing Felix's words, Valen screamed in dissatisfaction and walked up to him with great momentum, his pink little hand kept poking his arm.

It can't stand it anymore, it can't stand it anymore! Why teach a sniff and sniff to read?

It has never heard of such a ridiculous thing.

For the sake of oneself and for the possible victims in the future, it must represent the sniffing clan, and no, represent all the magical animals, protest to the great devil!

"Jiji! Jiji! Jijiji!"

A gold gallon was handed to it, and Varun was stunned for a moment and instinctively stuffed it into his pocket.

"We have to do things after collecting the money, we agreed." Felix pointed it with his finger.

"Gaba--"

Sniff Varun opened his mouth wide, like a duck's beak, and his pink beak opened and closed weakly.

It walked back dejectedly, turned the next page with its flexible toes, sat dejectedly on it and stared at a picture of a motorcycle. Within a minute, its eyelids drooped...

Hermione's appearance rescued it. When she came in, Sniff jumped down from the workbench and rushed into Hermione's arms with funny steps.

"Oh... Valen? What's wrong? You're too enthusiastic..." She looked at Sniffing at a loss. It seemed to have suffered some grievances, pointing to the sky and the earth, and yet still pointed to the professor and a literacy book on the table.

"Are you recognizing words?" Hermione felt a sense of freshness, "I read similar books when I was three years old."

"Jiji! Jiji!"

Sniff pointed at Felix and kept humming.

"Well……"

"It said it had never met a human as cunning as me. It was going to run away from home and follow you." Felix said with his head down, putting together the remaining parts of the spectator.

Hermione blinked and looked down at Sniff.

Nodded with a breath of breath. That's right, that's it!

It will break out into a new world and create a big treasure land. Sooner or later, it will make the fifth academy appear in Hogwarts.

"Okay, it's done." Felix stood up with a walnut-sized spectator in his hand. Before Hermione could see clearly, he was already holding an ebony wand and a silver swift guardian flew out of the tip of the stick.

The swift was as big as an owl, hanging quietly in the air. Felix threw the spectacle in his hand and swallowed it.

"Go and find the person. Don't let him discover it." Felix said calmly.

Hermione watched curiously as the swift disappeared from the window and merged into the black night, guessing in her heart who the professor wanted to find.

...

"So, are you worried that you have got the invitation card by cheating?"

Hermione nodded. At this time, they were sitting on the sofa, holding a box of egg and custard cookies in her hand, feeding them, while looking worriedly at Professor Hepp opposite.

This incident has always troubled her, especially after Ron got the invitation card in a "normal" way.

Felix refused to say anything, "Why do you say it's cheating?"

"I went against the original intention of the assessment," said Hermione sadly. "I can't face the fear in my heart at all. Perhaps I am the worst of these Warrior candidates."

Felix chuckled softly, "Granger, you, and students under the sixth grade, are not trained as Warriors. They are not considered Warrior candidates. They are only becoming more and more valuable because they are younger."

Hermione looked at him in confusion.

"So, Miss Granger," said Felix. "President Dumbledore and many professors think that it is a waste to exclude lower grade students from the championship, but you can't really get you to participate, so there is such a compromise to increase your sense of participation."

"Increase our sense of participation?" Hermione repeated, "so don't mind us cheating?"

"You misunderstood. I have never said that there is only one way to deal with fear. Have you seen the words on the stone tablet? Courage, wisdom, tenacity, calmness, which shows... there are at least four ways."

Felix said gently, leaning against the back of the sofa, looking at her thoughtfully.

"You have done at least two things, which was an act I had never expected - first, you vaguely see through the illusion, which may be related to the magic you often come into contact with in the mind hut, and it is not easy to be confused; second, you use this ability and borrow the power of the illusion to cast the ancient magic golden flames I taught you, which is not something that ordinary people can do."

"I've discussed this issue with Dumbledore before."

"How do you know--" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"If you really use the golden flame, you might have destroyed it." Felix smiled, "But this means that your understanding of this magic has reached a passing level and can be tried in reality."

"Now?" Hermione asked excitedly.

Felix looked at her with anticipation.

"Oh, uh... OK." Hermione sat upright, cleared her throat, and recited a string of ancient spells from her mouth. Then a ball of light burst out from her fingertips, and one after another of the magic symbols appeared in the air, forming a whole.

"laugh!"

A golden flame appeared out of thin air, burning quietly, appearing quiet and distant.

"You can take your hand away," Felix said, Hermione did as she did, the flames were still hanging in the air, and the surrounding air was shaking gently. Under her control, the flames were stretched out into various shapes, and accidentally penetrated a goblet into a scorching hole.

"You need to strengthen control, Granger. You've always been good at this, but not good enough. You want the flame to move as you wish, like this."

Felix said, his palm passing through the golden flame, and a small golden flame stuck to the tip of his index finger.

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Is it amazing? Actually, it's not at all. You haven't discovered the true characteristics of this magic. It's not a particularly explosive magic itself, otherwise I wouldn't teach you..."

...

Felix became busy in the new week.

After class at noon, he took the time to go to Classroom No. 7, recorded the name on the stone tablet, and handed it over to Professor McGonagall.

When he saw this shortlist, McGonagall was surprised: "There is another second-year student?"

"Yes, I didn't expect it," Felix said. "Unless she has a very deep and positive understanding of fear itself..."

"What are you going to do, Felix?"

Felix had a headache, "Severus and I will discuss it. After all, she is a student of Slytherin College. It seems that she has a sister in the same college..."

"I'll go and talk to Severus." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and said seriously: "No matter what, I will not agree to let second-grade students participate. We have discussed training programs. To be honest, I think it's too radical, even those fourth-grade students..."

"Minerva, the fourth grade is not young anymore. They are generally fourteen or five years old, and they are the time when they are most eager for honor. If they are persuaded to withdraw, someone might have sent us a yelling letter." Felix joked.

"...Well, since you and Professor Moody both said that, Albus doesn't object."

Professor McGonagall did not stick to it anymore. These issues were discussed more than once at the meeting. She actually agreed. Now she was just complaining. She turned to other topics-
Chapter completed!