The little wizards walked into the classroom one after another, and the door of Classroom No. 7 was automatically closed behind them.

There is only a narrow path in front of you, with thick fog surrounding each other on both sides. In the thick fog, you can vaguely see vague figures.

"What monster is hidden inside, do you think?" said Roger Davis of Ravenclaw, who was tall and handsome, with dark brown hair combed behind his head, revealing a handsome face.

Although he spoke to everyone at this moment, his eyes glanced at a beautiful girl not far from him.

"Where did he think he was, a dance?" Ron muttered behind, causing Harry and Hermione to laugh. The witch named Davis, wearing a turtle-collar robe with blue and bronze embroidered edges on her cuffs, was trying hard to pull her hair back as she spoke.

A chuckle also came from the thick fog, which made Harry stunned. He suddenly turned around and looked at the thick fog. He heard it very clearly. The owner of the voice was near him. A cloud of fog in front of him was floating and dispersing, and there was nothing there. He hurriedly walked a few steps and heard Ron say, "...But who is that girl? She is so beautiful!"

From Harry's eyes, the girl Davis stared at was indeed very beautiful, petite, and even a little thin. Her skin was light white, delicate facial features, and had short brown hair. The only drawback was that her eyebrows were too thick, which didn't match her face. Another thing was that she was a Slytherin.

"Do you know who she is?" Ron pulled Rahmien.

"How do I know?" Hermione said impatiently.

"You know at least half of the students in the school, like her, like this..." Ron tried to find an appropriate word to describe, but could not think of it.

"I only know students who have elected ancient magical literature!" Hermione pointed out sharply.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the leader Felix finally stopped. At this time, everyone discovered that they were in the middle of a crossroads, and two long crossroads divided the place into four pieces, and each area was covered by fog.

"I want to take a look at your paper first." Felix said to everyone, "You can go around... Although this place is not perfect,..." He smiled, "I believe there will be surprises waiting for you."

While speaking, he transformed himself into a comfortable armchair and sat down.

The students looked at each other, a little confused about the professor's intention.

The girl with short black hair calmly said, "Is the things we encounter the same?"

Felix thought for a while and said, "It has to do with the area you choose."

“Is there any danger?”

"It depends on how you define it, but don't forget why you came."

The short-haired girl nodded slightly, pulled out her wand, turned around and walked into the thick fog closest to her. The thick fog automatically separated one lane. After she entered, the separated fog quietly closed again.

After a few seconds, the person who stayed heard nothing.

"Let's pick one too." Hermione said decisively. Harry and Ron watched as Davis had already chased into the area where the short-haired girl entered, and they decided to change directions.

"Just here!" Harry said to the right. He heard a chuckle here at first, and he wanted to go in and take a look.

Ron and Hermione had no objection, "Nevil, where are you?" Harry asked, and Neville scratched his head, "I'd better be with you, I'm a little worried about being alone."

Malfoy, Brees Shabini and two other Slytherin students entered a new area, and Cedric, Susan Bones, Qiu Zhang, Angelina and others chose the last area.

The rest of the people immediately chose the direction, leaving Felix sitting in the center, quickly flipping through the papers.

...

The students are experiencing their own adventures.

Cedric found himself lost, and Qiu Zhang beside him disappeared. After walking for a while, he saw a corner of the building faintly revealing in the clouds and mist. It was a tall and spacious ring. It looked a bit like the gilded ring in the duel class, but it was much bigger.

"Professor Flivie?" Cedric opened his mouth in surprise when he saw the person standing on the ring.

He thought he would encounter some strange-looking monsters. Professor Haypu's strange interest has gradually spread and spread well. For this reason, some young wizards from Muggle family specially summarized some monsters that often appear in movies.

A witch who loves to watch ghost movies provides rich materials. When Qiu showed him, although he was calm on the surface, he was actually very nervous inside.

The young Frieve smiled and said, "It's not good to be distracted here. Maybe you are waiting for your companions to come?" He asked to point to the side.

Cedric then realized that Qiu Zhang was walking out carefully from the other direction, and followed her were Susan Bones, Weasley Twins and Angelina Johnson.

"Yo! Cedric, you're here first." Fred greeted.

"We waited outside and caught a few more," George said with a smile.

"The people who came here are here, so what about your decision?" Frieve raised his wand, "Are you coming one by one, or together?"

On the other side, the second area-

Harry met a young student with reddish-brown hair. He always felt that his face looked familiar, especially his hooked nose, which seemed to have seen it somewhere. This suspicion was not verified until he introduced himself.

"Are you Principal Dumbledore?" Harry was shocked.

"Principal?" said the young Albus Dumbledore with a smile. "I only have the memories of the President of the Student Union. Do you want to share with you, Harry?"

Harry felt that everything in front of him was extremely strange. He met Dumbledore when he was young, and Dumbledore was going to discuss with him the topic of the student union president. He couldn't figure out whether this was a plan. He said tentatively: "Professor Dumbledore, I came in after he listened to Professor Hepp. We...uh, are we going to fight?"

"Fight?" the young Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "Of course."

Ten seconds later.

Harry struggled desperately on the ground, his clothes seemed to have turned into cages, completely confining him inside. He could not even raise his hand.

"You are too close to me and have never noticed the fluctuations of casting. I guess you haven't learned casting without a stick yet?" said Dumbledore, with red-brown hair, and waved his hand to remove the magic, "Okay, let's try again..."

The third area.

The young Felix yawned, "Are you the only two? There are too few people, it's a little boring."

Collins Furley gritted his teeth, waved his wand one after another, and silent spells were released one by one. "Bang bang bang!" The spell was pushed away by one hand, and Roger Davis couldn't get around at all. All the spells that Felix seemed to be pushing away flew towards him. He wanted Collins to stop, but he couldn't get the time to dodge the spell.

The young Felix said lazily: "Do you want to learn the human-shaped iron armor curse?"

The fourth area.

Draco Malfoy was forced into the corner, and a spherical beast ten feet tall looked at him condescendingly. The barb of the scorpion flashed with a metallic cold light. He leaned his body back and kept himself away from the thing.

"Mr. Malfoy, I have told you three times, don't run away all the time..." Professor McGonagall held his eyes with his frame, looked at him with awesomeness, followed by a row of human-shaped puppets.

...

After almost half an hour, Felix finally finished writing the paper.

"Tsk! I don't know what they encountered." He stood up, walked into the thick fog, walked around inside, and led the students out.

These students followed behind dejectedly, completely different from when they first arrived, with a big blow.

"So, each of you has known at least one administrator of the Secret Realm. They come from the memories of four professors when they were young, including me. So, you may think that some people have slightly different personalities and reality, yes, slightly different..."

Felix said guiltily, "This is normal, you have to learn to distinguish." His own memory was a little too free. Relying on his own, he found that his memory was performing a curse of closing his eyes and receiving the spell. The girl named Collins was so angry...

Although he did think about doing this, he just thought about it and never practiced it. He would not joke about his safety.

Felix sighed. Whether it was the portrait or the young memory in Classroom 7, they were cheerful and lively than his own personality, perhaps because he did not give them those dark and secret memories.
Chapter completed!