The next week passed quickly and everyone was busy.

Felix had to focus more on the fifth and seventh grades, after all, this year was related to the future of a little wizard. Of course, he also sincerely hoped that more people would engage in magic literature research - not old translation, but research like him.

He also had to take care of the little devil net and at the same time used magic to stain the willow branches, which was related to the success or failure of his first magical creation.

There is also the instant killing technique, and you cannot give up.

The many banned books in the library are still waiting for him to screen and read...

The others were also very busy, Harry was busy with Quidditch training. As the first game approached, the entire Gryffindor Quidditch school team became anxious. They would use the time of the evening to practice every day after class.

In addition to practicing magic texts on a daily basis and finding information about monsters in the secret room, Hermione also had to find a professor to sign.

She successfully asked for an autograph from Professor Lockhart. With her slightly exaggerated flattery, Lockhart signed her name without even reading the content of the note.

"You caught the last ghoul with a tea filter. It's so witty..." Hermione blushed a little when she thought of what she said.

Fortunately, the project of making compound decoctions has been successfully launched.

"It will take about a month to get it done, around Christmas," Hermione said happily.

Harry and Ron squatted on the bathroom floor with frowns. The environment here is really bad.

In the following days, the school was calm, no new attacks occurred, and no unknown monster suddenly jumped out and turned the little wizards into stones.

The little wizards also lost interest in legends and secrets a thousand years ago, and even suspected that the last incident was a bad prank. After all, the victim was Felch's cat, and the "accomplice" of the most unpopular castle administrator.

A little wizard already swore that before the incident, he saw a sneaky shadow wandering on the third floor, holding a piece of cake in his hand, which must be mixed with petrochemical agents!

This kind of rumor circulated faster than the truth, so within a week, everyone was discussing what petrochemical potions could achieve similar effects, leaving Dumbledore helpless and could only wait for Mandela to maturely configure the antidote.

But the Hogwarts professors knew the truth. They spent a week searching the entire castle, but found nothing. So they could only order the chiefs to take responsibility and do a good job of publicity.

Percy cited the example of his younger brother wandering near an abandoned girl's bathroom at a Gryffindor rally, demonstrating the irrationality and danger of this behavior.

The scene was very hot at that time, and Ron almost started fighting with his brother.

"You shameless ambitious man, only cares about your own power! I am your brother! Your brother! You are the complete power animal!" Ron's ears were red and he cursed loudly.

"I'm the Gryffindor's predecessor! I have to think about the badge on my chest, do you understand the idiot!" Percy shouted with red ears.

"You went too! You went to the girls' bathroom too!"

"I am performing the duties of the chief! Gryffindor deducts tens!"

But overall, Hogwarts is still harmonious and friendly.

The calm continued until Saturday, the first Quidditch game of the school year.

Quidditch was highly noticed in this game. First, both sides were Gryffindor and Slytherin, two old opponents. Secondly, Slytherin "shamelessly" received off-field aid, and all the staff rode the world's most advanced broom - Guangwheel 2001.

The other two teams want to witness the power of Light Wheel 2001 in the game.

Felix did not come, but stood outside the tower and glanced from a distance.

He was not interested in Quidditch competitions, not because he failed the first grade flight class, and there was no causal relationship between the two.

He just likes quiet but not movement, and doesn't like too noisy places.

However, Felix still wants to complain about Hogwarts' course arrangement. Why is it only available for flight classes in the first year? This makes him not even likely to get points.

Is it okay if he flies steadily now?

That afternoon, he heard a big news that Harry Potter was injured on the court, his arm was broken into pieces, and he was crushed into pieces.

Thanks to Professor Lockhart's fearlessness and using powerful magic to pull out the broken bones on Harry's arm, it was considered to have regained the career of a talented player in Gryffindor.

"This is all nonsense!"

In the evening, Hermione said angrily that this incident completely broke her fan filter, and Lockhart's life was dark since then.

The truth is that Harry simply broke his arm, something that could be solved with a cure, but with Lockhart's "enthusiastic help", he had to stay in the school hospital and take "bone-generating agents" to make the bone grow again.

When Felix thought of the sewer smell of bone-generating agents, he couldn't help but shivered.

That night, Felix sent away the little witch and was about to watch a movie to cultivate his sentiment. Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus flew in through the window.

The patron saint appeared before him, and Dumbledore's serious voice came from his mouth.

"Felix, Professor Sulai, had an emergency in teaching the common room."

When Felix arrived quickly, many professors had gathered in the office, and they were obviously in a hurry, with several people wearing pajamas.

Dumbledore sat at the table with a solemn expression, his eyes half closed, and Professor McGonagall kept rubbing his hands.

"What happened?" Felix moved to Snape and asked in a low voice.

Snape glanced at him first, then whispered: "The attack happened again, the second attack."

Felix's expression frightened.

"Who is it?"

"Colin Clivie, that Porter fanatic admirer."

Felix had no impression of him at all. Professor McGonagall said sadly, "He has just entered school this year and has always admired Harry... Yes, he always carries a camera with him. I have a deep impression of him... I heard that he has mailed three albums to his house. Oh my God!"

Felix picked up the broken camera on the table, and a strong smell of burnt came to his face.

More than ten minutes later, a cheerful and pleasant voice pushed open the door, "Did I miss something?"

Lockhart, wearing golden pajamas, walked into the room and was slightly surprised, "So many people!" But his next sentence made the professors glar at him, and he said, "Are you all having a pajama party?"
Chapter completed!