Chemistry...A strange and familiar word seems to be a memory of the previous life, Harry thought.

Where did he know this concept? He recalled the years he went to elementary school, which was not a pleasant memory. Apart from Dudley's mischief and humiliation, he was not willing to recall much.

Fortunately, he still remembers some of the contents in the experimental class. Chemistry should be a subject that transforms matter, right?

He picked up Unreliable Alchemy in a little upset and looked at Hermione. "I've read it, Harry." Hermione said, pointing at a stack of books and picking out the book "The Fifth Element Controversy" according to her interest.

"Miss Granger, I suggest you start with Chapter 7. The explanation of the impact of magic on matter is very fascinating, and it is the most convincing thing I have seen in recent years." Felix said.

"Oh, thank you professor." Hermione said happily.

"What about us?" Harry asked, and he also needed some advice, because the book on his hand was not thinner than Hermione's.

He casually turned to the middle, turned over a few pages, and saw only a picture. The wizard inside looked very similar to the portrait hanging on the wall of Black's old house. They all had curled hair and clothes that looked like the palace nobles.

Felix looked up at Harry and Ron, showing a kind smile, "Start with the preface. One of my experiences in reading is that basic knowledge is not to be careless."

"After reading this book, read "Nine Schools of Alchemy", you will have the most basic understanding of alchemy. It is best to write a review paper at this time, but of course, it is barely possible to replace it with a knowledge graph... Then, when you read "A Collection of General Techniques of Alchemy", "Nick Lemay Manuscript 1", or "The Fifth Element Controversy", you will not be unable to understand it."

Two sounds of swallowing saliva sounded, and Harry and Ron looked at each other.

‘Homework for divination class?’

‘Continue to make up the silly.’

They quickly understood the meaning of the other person's eyes, and each took out a piece of parchment from his schoolbag, and started from the introduction, looking at only two lines, Harry couldn't help but frown.

‘I am a wizard who is crazy about alchemy. Remember this name, Crofts Alberd Adrian, it will always shine in the realm of alchemy, more dazzling than Nick Lemay, because I will be the first person to conquer the Philosopher's Stone.’

‘Some people may say that Nick Lemay was the first alchemist to reveal the mystery of the Philosopher’s Stone, but I think this is a misunderstanding, because the Philosopher’s Stone can make elixirs without side effects. If he really refined the Philosopher’s Stone, we wouldn’t have no idea…and I would find him immediately and worship him as his teacher. But the fact is that he would have disappeared long ago.’

Harry heard Ron mutter, "It's because of someone like you that he hides." He smiled, feeling it makes sense, and they continued to look down.

‘There has never been a shortage of alchemists in history who claim to have refined magic stones. This is like the wizards who have obtained legendary wands, claiming that they are invincible, but disappearing from our sight forever. Adrian's evaluation of this is: Honor is a reward for hard practice, who will have the heart to give up? Similarly, we can speculate that if those who are said to prolong their lifespan and defeat the god of death really succeed, what reason should they hide and not see people? Is it because they have incurable dragon acne on their faces?’

‘Next I will introduce my experience to you. I, Crofts Albert Adrian, an alchemist, graduated from the Lavenclaw College of Hogwarts. After graduation, I spent a lot of time traveling, visiting the famous alchemists one by one, gathering their thoughts, erratic their mistakes, and finally gathering into my first book. I will dedicate it to my alma mater, the greatest magic school, Hogwarts. If any students in later generations see this, they should learn from my other books about my outstanding achievements…’

Harry felt that the tone of Adrian was too much like Lockhart. He wanted to ask Ron for his opinion. Ron whispered: "I suddenly wanted to find out if this person has published a second book. I mean... there may always be an accident. Maybe our genius friends are exhausted, or they encounter a Hungarian tree bee that comes out for food while on the way."

...

Felix was examining his magic armor spell, thinking about how to combine them into one. More than two months have passed since he returned from Boothbaton, and Boothbaton's version of the armor spell successfully reached level 6.

It seemed to have undergone sublimation, fading away the battlefield scars on the surface, becoming smooth and shiny, and its color also turned into a beautiful blood-red color, like cut out of a huge piece of ruby.

At this time, Felix held a mask with a very metal texture in one hand, which was part of the complete armor, with the left hand being golden and the right hand being blood red. After careful consideration, he still had no clue. Felix's initial idea was to block out his memories of the Iron Armor Spell and start from scratch. The last two Iron Armor Spells would naturally merge.

But this speculation was proved to be wrong.

He put his palms together, and the gold and blood-red armor masks collided, making a crisp metal sound, but there was no sign of fusion. He couldn't help but suspect that his magic theory was not enough to understand and accommodate such a strong magic?

Felix casually covered the blood-red mask on his face, and his gaze turned into a blurry blood-red color, like a red scarf covered with a layer of red scarf. He raised his head and looked around the library, and observed the students in the seats in the distance from this novel perspective.

A slight noise came from beside it.

Felix glanced over and saw Hermione smirking. When he looked over, she immediately held her face.

"Professor, what is this?" she whispered, and in the darkness, Mrs. Pins was watching through the gaps in the bookshelf.

"The concrete object of the armor spell," Felix explained, "both were." He handed her the golden mask, "how do you think they should be fused together?"

"Sixth level spell?" Hermione took it with interest and took it in her hand and looked at it carefully. She thought for a while and asked, "Is it the one who helped the Busbaton Warriors resist the flames?"

Felix nodded slightly, and he briefly introduced the origin of the two forms of the iron armor spell.

Hermione thought, but this question was too profound for her, and she could only guess without any basis, "It has to do with her understanding of magic?"

"There is such a possibility," Felix nodded, "this is one of the directions I guess, but" he looked at Hermione with a speechless look on his face, and looked at him.

“Is it fun?”

Hermione made a face quietly behind the mask, took off the golden mask, and said seriously: "Will there be a new magic form above the level 6 magic, just like a magic sphere? It should cover two iron armor spells, gold and blood red... I guess it must be difficult!"

Felix sighed, "The problem is that there is no idea. Although I know I can do it, it's only a matter of time." But he felt a little itchy when he saw a higher field.

"You can ask Principal Dumbledore," Hermione suggested.

"I haven't seen others recently, maybe our principal has gone out for a trip." Felix shook his head and said, not telling in detail about his use of the patron saint to go to the principal's office in the morning and was stopped by the monster statue at the door.

He guessed that Dumbledore was still pursuing the whereabouts of the Horcrux, and might be chatting with the owner of the Bojinboke store. At least he knew what gifts he should give him on Christmas, a black magic detector or a wool cloak.

"Your advice is useful, Granger," he said, waving his hand to dissipate the magic.

Felix left quickly, and he had class in the afternoon. When he disappeared, Harry handed Hermione a newspaper.

"What's wrong?"

"Borrowed from the next table," Harry said concisely, "look at the fourth edition."

Hermione quickly flipped through the newspaper of the day, her eyes paused slightly on the photo of Demstrong's principal Kakarov's gloomy face, with the title "Is the cheater still qualified to be a referee?" Unsurprisingly, she saw Rita Skit's name in the reporter's column. She was sincerely grateful that this woman did not focus on them, and even felt incredible about escaping.

She quickly turned to the fourth edition. It was a small article, an interview with the officer in charge of the Wizard Examination Bureau, and she knew that this should be the point of Professor Guslda Machban mentioned in the class.

She found those "sharp, illuminating" content at a glance

Reporter: What do you think of Hogwarts' performance in the first project?

Machiban: I am proud.

Reporter: Did you find it unexpected? The two teams won the first and second place respectively?

Machiban: No, I think it's normal. This means we've come out of the shadow of war.

Reporter: There is a point of view that Hogwarts' educational achievements are the result of Minister Foggy's coming to power. What do you think?
Chapter completed!