The pages of the book are shining with a shimmering light, just right in the right place, and can be read even in the darkest places.

Felix casually outlined a "light" magic text on it. The book of magic text "was" turned to a position, and then more symbols appeared, like a fish that smelled the bait, which was constantly connected to the original magic text, ranging from three to five to ten or twenty.

These are all unfinished magic script circuits or magic script sequences.

He casually grabbed the symbols strung together from the book, which were just silver shadows, but when Felix injected his magic, it became completely different, no different from what he outlined out of thin air.

Felix's heart moved and he put his attention back on the Book of Demonic Text. With his thoughts, a complete sequence of Demonic Text popped up from the Book of Demonic Text. When his magic power was entangled on it, it immediately turned into a soft milky white ball of light.

Lighting.

Felix kept trying as if he had discovered a new toy. The Book of Magic Texts also seemed to have a set program, which could aggregate and arrange magic text sequences according to his wishes.

At this time, a thought came into his mind, making him itchy.

He glanced out the window and it was already dark, but it was totally worth a try. He came out of the office and walked out of the castle. The stream of light from the silver cloak flashed by and quietly slid across the site. Soon, he appeared in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest.

The forbidden forest at night is completely silent except for the sound of the breeze. And in this silence, one or two strange sounds will be made from time to time, obviously the sounds made by living creatures.

Felix waved his hand slightly, and the Book of Magical Text appeared and floated in front of him.

His finger pointed at it and a whispered in his mouth: "Black lightning...you can start it first, well, let's do two first." As soon as he finished speaking, two illusory shadows flew out of the Book of Demonic Texts and hung in front of him.

Felix stared at them for a moment and continued, "The golden flame is not bad either." Another illusory shadow flew out, like black lightning, changing between magical text and concrete magical images.

“It’s better to have a little light.”

"You also need to add some protection."

“Where is the visual interference?”

Felix, wearing a silver cloak, was like ordering dishes in a restaurant, and chose more than a dozen satisfactory names in one go. When he closed the book, there were more than a dozen blurry shadows in front of him. On the cold night of the night, he was like he was surrounded by more than a dozen balls of ghost fires of different colors.

"This state is really wonderful... It is obviously an illusory magic text, but it can become real in an instant and drop thunder." Felix murmured, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and inject magic into the two dark shadows.

The blurred shadow quickly turned from fictitious to solid, condensed into two black lightning bolts, exploding the surrounding air "crackling". When Felix tried to control it, the black lightning immediately became docile, like flowing water.

"So, the upper limit depends on how many magic I can control?" Felix thought, waved his hand to disperse the magic. He almost had some concepts, and various tactics could be improved accordingly, but-

"What's going on?" Felix frowned and stared at his hand. His index finger was blending with an ancient magical text, and it was shining little by little...

He repeatedly confirmed twice that the magic text did not penetrate his fingernail, but into his skin, as if the skin on his finger had undergone a different change and could absorb the magic text.

He stood in the cold wind, thinking carefully, as if he was integrated with the surrounding environment.

After a while, he let out a long breath, his eyebrows frowned deeper. He repeatedly confirmed that only a small piece of skin on his right index finger was like this, and he could not see it at all on the outside, but Felix knew the difference here.

He could only think of a similar example - Dumbledore once demonstrated a demonstration of spells popping with bare hands. It was similar to the "magic creature" that Ms. Ravenclaw told him.

"Am I close to this state?" Felix thought in surprise, "Close to the four founders of Hogwarts, Dumbledore and others?" He could not accurately distinguish who was stronger and who was weak. After all, they had been separated from each other too long, but one thing was certain, these people's understanding of magic must be above him.

Is it the change brought about by the Book of Demonic Text? Felix couldn't help but guess that he chose the Book of Demonic Text as his own way and step to understand magic. Later, in the office of Hogwarts Castle, he was confused but strengthened his confidence when he first saw the manuscript of Salazar Slytherin; later, by chance, he perfected the Book of Demonic Text.

Does this show that he has gone far enough on this road?

"A sign of a transformation?"

Felix believes that this is a manifestation of his increased affinity for the Demonic Text, and various resistances may also increase accordingly. He just doesn’t know what extent this change will eventually reach and how long the whole process will last.

"Magic creature? Or magical creature?"

Felix thought about the difference between these two words and smiled slightly. Many phantoms behind him disappeared. He was very much looking forward to the arrival of that day.

The next day was the weekend, and the little wizards had not recovered from yesterday's game. The three sentences of the topics that everyone discussed were inseparable from those wonderful performances. Harry and the others planned to use the weekend to make up for their homework, or imagine what the test of the third project would be (Hermione's idea), but there were too many people in the common room and they were enthusiastic enough that they would pass by the corner where they were sitting, pat their shoulders, and say "Good job!"

Or suddenly sit next to them and ask them for more details with a look of amazement.

"Can you hear the sound in the Black Lake?"

"Can you hear a little," Harry muttered.

"When you hit the salmon with your fists, don't your hands hurt?"

"There is magic protection." Hermione said dryly.

After the morning passed, Harry finally couldn't help but wink at Ron and Hermione. They hugged and slipped out of the lounge and ran to an abandoned classroom, where they often went to practice magic and the territory of the duel self-study group.

"Actually, I don't mind talking, but they know much more about me than myself." Ron said in confusion. He felt that one of the disadvantages of projection screens was that he lost the ability to perform himself.

Think about it, he had just described to the onlookers how scary the big squid was, "It's much bigger than me!" Someone next to him immediately said that using a magic wand as a spear was too weird;

Or he wanted to keep an eye on—“Guess what I saw?” The serious answer was “mermaid camp.” Some said it was “red-haired” or “the cover of the head curse”. In the end, these listeners left him, a protagonist aside, and argued about which answer was more reliable…

Ron yawned, tears were almost flowing out, "Ah--maybe I should go back and get some sleep. I slept too late last night."

"I want to go see Hagrid," Harry said.

"When we see you in the library, there will definitely be few people there today." Hermione said with a firm say.

Hermione ran to the library alone. Her two roommates kept asking her about the magic that could "knock a salmon with one punch". She rolled her eyes and took out a magic card and handed it to them.

Parvati and Ravend stared at the card in surprise, with a rampage-buffalo painted on it.

"Will Hermione's temper be related to this..." Ravender whispered.

Parvati pulled her sleeve and handed her a look. The two looked over and Hermione was poking a furry head out of the bed and staring at them in annoyance.
Chapter completed!