In the evening.

Felix came out of the auditorium after supper and was stopped by Cedric and Roger Davis who were waiting in the corridor.

"Weather magic? This is a very remote magic branch." Felix looked at Cedric in surprise.

"I think it's very suitable for the first project." Cedric said with a clear mind: "When you can't compete, you can try to use roundabout means, such as hiding, obstructing your sight, etc. I found a spell in the library these two days, surrounded by clouds, which can create a fog out of thin air, so that I don't have to use the combination of the clear water spell and the explosion spell."

"Do you want to develop in depth in this area?" Felix thought about it seriously and said slowly: "It's not impossible, but the fog will be restrained by the flames of the fire dragon. Have you ever thought about this?"

"Professor Flivie gave me some advice. He said that the spells that the dragon trainer must have are extinguishing spells, which can extinguish the magic flames of the fire dragon in a targeted manner-"

Felix nodded and said in praise: "This is true, but it requires a lot of practice."

"Yes, that spell is too difficult. We are not sure if we can reach the level of dragon trainers before the game. So there must be a backup plan. In classroom 7 these days, we have already known the fire dragons enough to know the characteristics of each dragon. Collins came up with an idea-"

"Why didn't she come?"

"Oh, uh, she confiscated a batch of illegal badges and was filling out the form..."

Felix nodded, "Continue, what is her idea?"

"Professor Sprout's Greenhouse No. 8 gave her inspiration. You know, there are seven greenhouses in the school. If you include the virtual greenhouse in Class No. 7, it is the eighth one..." Cedric explained: "Professor Sprout's memory reproduces various rare plants, but the more rare it is, the more... weird it is."

He carefully selected the words and said. He and Roger and Collins had tried it, but all kinds of magical plants taught them a lesson. Devil vines, beating willows, black thorns, explosion berries, mib mibao pus... and many things they didn't know at all.

In the end, Sprout's memory came out and rescued them. Roger Davis was swallowed by a huge umbrella plant, leaving only two legs. Although they knew that there was no life danger, they were still scared.

This led to Cedric's dean who was a little scared of smiling in the next few days.

However, it was because they were so impressed by the time they passed the level that they subconsciously leaned on this aspect when they were learning the knowledge of Fire Dragon and thinking about coping strategies.

"Dean Sprout is a little reluctant," Cedric said, "but she gave us some precious black thorn seeds."

He looked at Roger Davis next to him, "Roger has learned the growth curse, and the potion is well prepared. According to Professor Sprout's method, we can get a batch of black thorns that can grow quickly."

"The only downside is that this approach cannot be a conventional approach to the enemy. Because the seeds of black thorns are precious, and the use of potions and growth spells will destroy the structure of the seeds and make them wither quickly."

Felix thought in his mind, wasn't that just the beaded bag of his little assistant? Her bag also contained a few devil vines, and she might have forgotten it. Its function was similar to the method proposed by Cedric, except that the devil vines were processed with magic text.

Felix thought silently, and for a while he looked at the two of them.

"I originally planned to put this part on the weekend, and regarding the mutual restraint and cooperation of spells, testing the spells you are good at, developing strategies based on their own characteristics, and practicing repeatedly using classroom No. 7... But now that you have a idea." Felix pulled out a piece of parchment paper, wrote down the names of several books and a string of spells.

"There are some information about weather magic here, you can take a look first." He suddenly frowned and put away the note. "I think it's a little bit different. If anyone is best at environmental magic, except for the tent merchant, it's Mr. Scarmand."

"Mr. Scarmand?" Cedric and Roger Davis looked at him curiously.

"Ah, that's right." Felix showed a memory. "He and his wife lived in seclusion in Dorset County. I visited once during the holidays, and that's how my sniff came. They had a huge basement, which was expanded with a traceless stretching spell, containing magical animals from all over the world who needed care."

Cedric and Roger Davis blinked, as if thinking of something.

"You should know that different magical animals have different environments suitable for survival. For this reason, Newt divided different areas. The terrain and weather in each area are completely different, including volcanoes, pools, thunderclouds, and dense forests... Although it is not big, it is very comprehensive."

"We completely ignore this!" Cedric shouted, looking at Roger Davis, both of them having an impulse to run to Classroom 7 now.

When they left excitedly, Felix changed his mind. He hadn't taken care of much in the past two days, but he didn't expect that the little wizards were quite active. So is Harry and the others the same?

Will you also work hard in secret?

He smacked his lips, and the proactive students were easy to lead, and he began to look forward to tomorrow.

But tonight, he has an important meeting.

In the evening, the night is dark.

The nights in November are already very cold, especially on the unobstructed mountain tops, where the wind whimper and the trees sway.

Felix sat on a bare stone, calculating the time of the full moon in his mind. Before he knew it, it was eleven o'clock.

"laugh!"

A figure suddenly appeared, wearing a hood and a precious fur cloak.

Felix looked at the stranger, "Lucius, your crutches are so beautiful."

Lucius lowered his hood, his light blonde hair looked like silver-gray at night. He exhaled a breath of coldness, met Felix's eyes, and suddenly shivered and groaned.

"Snatch God and seek thoughts?" he said irritated.

"Let's relax, I'm not so rude, but given that you seek to cooperate with me, I always have to try your ability first... This is the basis of all cooperation."

Lucius frowned.

He realized something was wrong. Before that, no, to be precise, his attitude towards Felix was not far or near before the Quidditch World Cup. He represented several pure blood families and tried to incorporate a dazzling new star into his group, without any other moves.

Unfortunately, that attempt failed.

But later Felix expressed his attitude of cooperation vaguely. He was very familiar with the speech style at the funeral. In his imagination, Felix was preparing to enter politics and enter the Ministry of Magic. Of course, he would not take the ordinary position seriously at all, so it could only be Fauci's position.

If you want to become the Minister of Magic, you must be inseparable from the support of some families. And Malfoy can influence the attitude of a large number of people.

But this is not the only possibility. Because I don’t know when Felix’s influence has become very far-reaching. Lucius stared at Felix with his scheming gaze. He vaguely felt that Felix was imitating someone.

Dumbledore!

The same academic achievements are remarkable, the same strong strength, the same preference for Muggles, and even - they all became professors at Hogwarts.

The only difference is that Felix also opened a company, which was run by the werewolf.

How could Lucius not know who Lupin was? What does it mean to be the first generation of Order of the Phoenix, Felix appointing Dumbledore's people?

He carefully chewed the meaning of Felix's words, and sweated in the cold wind. He thought about it for a long time before he spoke smoothly: "You should say it's the opposite, Mr. Hepp? It's you who are seeking to cooperate with the Malfoy family-"

"Yes," Felix said softly: "It seems you don't know how dangerous your situation is yet. It's not the bad behavior of Quidditch in the World Cup, although I really want to give you a bad curse...I remind you, diary."

Lucius Malfoy's face turned pale.

"Mr. Hepp, I don't understand what you mean."

"I won't reveal some things, after all, it involves your son and my students. In this regard, our will is the same." Felix said, "but I need you to know where the danger lies and avoid being liquidated without knowing it."

"The secret room has nothing to do with the Malfoy family, nor with Draco." Lucius said gritting his teeth: "Besides, that person is dead!"

Felix glanced at him deeply, "That's it, but it doesn't prevent you from slowly thinking when you are alone. Then, please tell me a story, a smart little wizard, well, he happens to have the same hair as you..."

"... In this way, he defeated the Dark King's relics - the diary that hid his precious memories." Felix did not mention the Horcrux, but Lucius's face was bloodless at this moment. "And as a professor in the school, I, as a professor, saw through this dark magic item and destroyed it without hesitation, thus protecting all students, especially those born from Muggle."
Chapter completed!