After a conversation with Professor McGonagall, Felix only assigned an assignment, with the topic similar to the papers written by Harry and Hermione - what can help you through the crisis when you are in danger?

"No matter whether it is personality, knowledge, mantras you master, or things you carry with you, you can write them." The new president of the male and female student union passed his words to the selected students.

In the next week, many professors worked together to complete a major project, and he spent most of his time in the house of responsive requests, copying the magic and magic channels on it, and now he is only one last step away from--

Dumbledore and Felix stood in an empty room, where there were no deformed hillsides and green spaces, and there were no traces of different competitions during duels. Even the black hanging gate used to select students a week ago disappeared.

Only the traceless stretch spell imposed by Felix was retained in the room, allowing the interior space to be comparable to ten Quidditch courts. If it weren't for the idea of ​​the other four schools, Hogwarts could have allowed them to live here.

The professors imposed numerous strong spells and protective magic, and every inch of this ancient castle was soaked with powerful magic. They added some additional defenses on this basis.

There are only two of them in the classroom right now, and a serious conversation is being held--

"What do you think?" Felix asked.

"Worth a try," Dumbledore said easily.

"I never thought that I would embed my magic into Hogwarts' defense system, and then it will last for a hundred or a thousand years..." Felix had a moment of trance in his heart. When he came to his senses, Dumbledore was smiling and looking at him.

"Let's start, Albus, the students outside are afraid they can't wait." Felix said, holding his wand tightly.

Dumbledore was as good as he was, and he raised his wand, waved his arms like a conductor in a band, and communicated to the ancient castle in a way that Felix could not understand.

"Buzz~"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Felix felt the castle under his feet come alive, like a sleeping dragon, slightly siding, building nests on it, digging holes, and the small creatures parasitizing on the scales found that the whole world had changed.

Clusters of magic power have turned into entities, purple, blue, yellow, blue, bronze, green, gray... They gathered and separated quickly, forming magic flowers.

"Felix-" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Felix understood that he needed to fix these magic powers and form a solid link—like the House of Requests.

A fluffy silver ball appeared on his hand, like a seed of fluffy grass, or a collection of clustered neural networks. From time to time, light blue current flashed, it slowly floated into the air, and then quickly expanded to form a solid structure, occupying the entire spacious room.

Felix recited complex spells to allow these tentacles and core nodes to integrate into this space bit by bit. Tentacles like synapses absorbed the unparalleled magic power and stabilized the magic nodes above.

After that, everything disappeared. Magic, tentacles, nodes... they were completely integrated with the room.

Felix switched his perspective, found those nodes, and hid them one by one, and even powerful wizards could not find them. Dumbledore did the same thing, and he arranged solid magic channels from the authority of the principal.

As long as Hogwarts still exists and as long as it is still enrolling students, it will be like the House of Responsibles and will never disappear.

Dumbledore completed all this and found four additional stone basins of thinking in front of Felix.

"Is this..." he asked curiously, with some speculation in his mind.

"It's the memory of several professors." Felix said concisely.

He took a deep breath. Everything before was to create a suitable environment, and the next step was the highlight. Although this step was not difficult, he still couldn't help but get nervous.

Felix controlled the four mind stone basins to fly around, looking like they divided the room into four pieces, with a stone basin floating in the center of each area.

"What's the point of doing this?" Dumbledore asked with interest. Even for him, this was a rare large-scale magic practice, a rare fusion of alchemy, thinking magic and transformation techniques in the magic world.

"Add a little more ritual." Felix said with a smile, and then his tone became serious, "Then—the first manager, seventeen-year-old Albus Dumbledore."

The stone basin on the left of the two men broke into pieces, and countless thick silver clouds gushed out from it. Then, a tall, thin, reddish-brown-haired young student came out.

He held a magic wand on his slender and dexterous fingers, and gently stroked the left and right sides, and the thick fog was divided into two. Dumbledore, when he was young, had bright blue eyes, and his eyes were full of kindness and naughtiness.

"Old friend, you didn't give me much knowledge, my head was empty. How did I face those troubled students?" The young Albus said, although he was complaining, but he didn't seem to be bothering him, but instead nodded at Felix with a smile.

Dumbledore looked at him with moist eyes and murmured, "This is when I just graduated, I am young and energetic, and I think I have a bright future..." He shook his long silver beard and smiled and said, "Oh, I don't know I haven't mentioned it. When I was young, I like Bibidowei beans very much."

The young Albus Dumbledore was waving his wand, raising a silver tide, and mist was like solidified waves, fixed in the air. Then, they deformed one after another, forming an open-air square, with a large number of red and gold decorations adorning the surroundings.

Felix and Dumbledore looked for a while and turned to the other side, Felix whispered: "The second person who selflessly provides memory - Minerva McGonagall."

The second thought stone basin was fried into powder. A young and beautiful lady stood there, with thick black hair, about thirty years old, and her eyes were green. This was the young Minerva McGonagall, and she could see more shadows belonging to Hogwarts Professor of Transformation, with a serious expression, her hair was coiled up high, and she wore a pair of square glasses.

"It's so funny..." She looked around, her lips pursed with a signature look, "Let me think about what I need to do, Minerva left me a list of tasks."

Then, she stopped moving.

The third person who appeared was Philius Flivie when he was young, who was much younger than the current Hogwarts curse professor. He had not yet worn round gold-edged eyes and had much fewer wrinkles. He wore a solemn and rigorous suit.

According to himself, this is the outfit he wore when he won the Wizard Duel Championship.

"Oh, Felix, Albus..." The young Frivi bowed slightly and waved his wand gracefully, "Welcome to you, I think you are not in the mood to have a duel, but I am here, and I am always waiting for you."

The last stone basin exploded, and the young Felix walked out. He looked exactly the same as he was now, but his expression was a little frivolous. He looked at Felix and pointed at him, "I need to talk to you, you have too many restrictions."

"Oh, you don't need it." Felix muttered, letting layers of silver clouds cover him up.

...

Felix told Dumbledore: "They won't appear often, but as the administrators of this secret realm. Their mission is to make the place more dynamic and the experience scenes are more controllable. Of course, I'm talking about after the training."

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "You have told me all these, I have no objection to it."

They walked out of the room together, and more than twenty students were waiting outside anxiously, and a little girl screamed, "Why are there no me on the list? Why?"

Professor McGonagall was comforting her and said, "Greengrass, you are too young to be suitable..."

"I am the champion! Champion!" Astoria shouted.

Professor McGonagall looked at her with a headache, and Dumbledore came over and said gently: "Are you little Astoria? Your father sent me a letter, let's go and have a look together. By the way, I can recommend a few desserts..."

"Really?"

"Professor McGonagall can testify for me..."

McGonagall rolled his eyes, but finally solved a problem. She said to Felix: "These students will be handed over to you, Felix, I think--"

She thought about it, but didn't continue. She turned around and left.

Felix looked at the young faces, "Okay, classmates, take your papers with me."

He walked a few steps, stopped, looked at the half-open door, pulled out his wand, outlined it in the air, and a line of gold-plated letters appeared above the door, "Classroom No. 7".
Chapter completed!