In the Potions Professor's Office, Felix and Snape are playing a game of Wizard's chess.

Felix started with the White King's Swordsman, Snape started with the Black Sicily defense, and the chessboard was in the middle of the game, fighting and changing the pieces, but neither of them were all thinking about the chessboard.

"How is the mucus effect of the larvae of snails?"

"It seems that some unknown change has occurred. I personally think it is benign..." Snape directed his black spear forward and whispered: "This may be a way of thinking, using magic with different attributes to treat materials to achieve 'killing' some unnecessary but stubborn material characteristics."

"Don't there also be a situation in the potion where materials are neutralized with each other? Oh... I understand." Felix said, and at the same time directing his queen to advance two grids and sweep the black man out of the chessboard.

Snape dispatched the bishop slowly, "Most mediocre wizards cannot tell the difference in the subtleties, and this is an important factor in determining whether he can achieve success in the potion..."

Felix's White Knight was trembling under the threat of the Black Bishop and kept shouting to Felix: "Come and save me! Come and save me!"

Felix gave the order coldly, and his White Queen walked forward expressionlessly three squares, his eyes moving back and forth between the two black pawns in a diagonal and vertical direction. Snape focused his mind and thought for a few seconds, giving up the black pawn in a vertical direction.

At this time, Felix moved the White Knight and went deep into the Black territory. "Charge!" the chess piece shouted enthusiastically.

"That's right," Felix said, responding to Snape. "But we should also consider the basic deviations of some newly enrolled young wizards."

"I've considered it, the first year's potion ratio is extremely simple, leaving them with plenty of time to adapt." Snape said slowly, "unless they are illiterate, or have no logical ability."

Felix recalled that it was indeed the case. There were not many recipes in the entire first-grade potion textbook. Most of them were introductions to common potion materials, as well as precautions when cooking potions and generalization of the characteristics of common potions. Even the only dozen remaining potions recipes were described very carefully. Even a few stirrings were made, the reactions were explained in detail, and there were common errors and corrective measures at the end of the page.

At this time, Snape's black knight approached the center of the board and launched an attack towards the center. Felix mobilized the castle to fight. The smell of gunpowder on the board became stronger and stronger, but the two people outside the board were chatting slowly.

"Recently, many students are discussing using ancient magic texts to amplify modern magic, and some students have developed a lot of things." Snape said softly.

"I know..." Felix stared at the chessboard, feeling that the center of the soldier was wrong. After pondering for a moment, he keenly discovered a hidden trap. He glanced at Snape, trying to distract me by speaking?

He decisively asked the White Knight to retreat. The Black Soldier immediately followed, and the White Bishop stepped forward to sweep away the Black Soldier. The Black Knight fought back and ate the White Bishop. At this time, the White Queen suddenly rushed out and ate the Black Knight. The Black Queen followed and fought. In the end, Felix ate the Black Queen with the only remaining white soldiers.

After a fierce dug, Felix breathed a sigh of relief.

"In fact, the fusion of ancient magic texts and modern magic is a dead end."

"Dead?" Snape looked at him in surprise, unable to even care about the chess pieces in his hand.

"Well," Felix thought seriously, "to put it more accurately... a fork in the road is like a tributary divided by a river. At the end, it still needs to be merged into one."

"I've never heard of this." Snape said slowly, twisting a struggled Black Knight in his hand.

Felix smiled and explained in detail: "Take the 'water flow' magic text and the water spell as an example, some of their magic concepts overlap, so the magic text has a strengthening effect on the spell, but you will find that this increase cannot be suitable for all spells, and I guess the specific effect will vary from person to person..."

"Different from person to person?" Snape thought about the word.

"That's right. For example, the most basic premise is to master the level of magic text. Although it can be done with a skill, someone must be willing to teach it... and choose the right spell. Students should be able to test it carefully. Before they are exhausted, they should try some results... and casting time, starting time, etc. are all problems."

Felix continued: "This is just a fusion of a single magic text and modern magic. What after that? Integrate two and three magic texts? The magic text circuit, the magic text sequence, the ancient magic? You will find that the more you go to the back, the more you account for the ancient magic text, so there is no meaning."

"Then why are you?" Snape took a breath.

"I was thinking a little bit wrong in the past," Felix said calmly, "I was determined to climb up and appreciate the mystery of higher places. Some routes that were obviously not suitable were naturally abandoned. For example, I knew that the follow-up and end of this idea transformed modern magic into ancient magic, breaking through various tangible and intangible restrictions. But it was obvious that this was not what I wanted."

Especially after the book of Demonic Texts, Felix thought to himself.

Snape was silent for a moment, "So, do you think it's better to take it out now?"

"It was Digory who reminded me, and I was also following the flow." Felix shook his head slightly, stared at the chessboard for a moment, and moved his eyes away and said, "Of course, if you think about it carefully, it is indeed very beneficial for me to promote ancient magic texts..."

The situation on the board entered the endgame stage and the scene began to become clear. Zili just now spent a lot of effort on his comparison, especially because he didn't plan to use the thinking hut or the thinking to speed up the magic cheating.

Felix leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, watched Snape concentrating and continued the topic just now: "Although I don't need it, Digory's unexpected discovery also reminded me of one thing: ancient magical texts may come from me, but I hope that all flowers will bloom after me, so I encourage them to contribute to the magazine."

Snape looked up suddenly and looked at him in surprise.

"Discussing the advantages and disadvantages of the combination of ancient magic and modern magic, as well as some good cases... I designed a set of paper structures, and they completed it in this way, and with a little luck, they could be published in a magazine." Felix explained. "Of course, I mean the members of the Magical Magic Club." He added. At the same time, he directed his white soldiers to advance. The white soldiers drew out their scimitars and exaggeratedly intimidated the other knights. "I also suggested that the students send them in two pieces, and one was assigned to the Ancient Magical Magic Association."

Snape showed a stern expression.

The relationship between himself, a student, and the ancient magic literature association has not been good. It is difficult for old scholars who have studied the changes in characters and meanings for life to accept Felix's theory. Their common view is that ancient magic literature is a language, but it borrows some of the "appearances" of predecessors.

Now it seems that it is not impossible to form a "New Ancient Magical Art Association" when these students grow up. In other words, this is almost inevitable. More than half of Hogwarts graduates have chosen ancient magical arts, and more than one-fifth of them have attended the improvement class of ancient magical arts. Their understanding of ancient magical arts and previous experiences is what Felix hopes.

A terrible fact is that Felix has only been in the post for less than three years. In other words, the students who have graduated in the past two years have not studied with him at the beginning. If we follow this standard, only those who are preparing for the O.W.Ls exam in the fifth grade are the first people who have received Felix's ancient magical literature education from the third grade.

All those old scholars can do is to speak out on the edges and corners of some newspapers, rebuke this behavior, or consider nominally splitting out the "practical" ancient magical texts, not admitting their existence, and dividing them into two parts. Anyway, the proportion of this part of ancient magical texts is not large...

This should be the best way. Snape thought to himself, it was like a gecko's short tail to survive. Although it was ugly in appearance, it at least saved himself.

Felix fiddled with a chess piece and said with a smile: "I have made new discoveries recently. Some magical texts that we thought were purely translated, may be the simplification and deformation of some practical magical texts. Well, maybe the degree of deformation is relatively large..."

This is also the insight brought to him by the Book of Demonic Texts.

Snape was speechless.

Even the last step was blocked. Is there any way for the ancient Demonic Art Association to admit defeat?

...

Headquarters of the Ancient Magical Arts Association.

Compared with the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association and the St. Mango Magic Medical Association, the residence of the Ancient Magic Culture Association looks particularly shabby, with all members totaling only about 30. This is the result accumulated over the decades of the association's repeated relaxation of requirements.

"Did you see it? It is normal for a valuable article to be published in the field of ancient magic literature in a few years, but in the past half month, six or seven extremely pioneering papers have been sent to me..."

"Does the things they are studying have anything to do with us?" A irritable old man slapped the table.

"Old Villa, don't bring personal emotions. Your granddaughter goes to work in the "Future World" company. No matter what, it will not affect the fairness of our association."

The old man looked at his friend in anger.

"You have to think about it. These papers have been published in the Prophet Daily and the Witcher Weekly, and even attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic."

"What's their business?" the old man asked with wide eyes.

"Ha! This matter involves at least three departments, the Experimental Spell Committee, the Wizard Examination Administration, and the Auror Office." The man said slowly, "I heard that they were planning to assemble a booklet on ancient magical texts under the leadership of Felix Happ, so it may also attract the attention of the publishing department..."

"The people from the Wizard Examination Administration are going to come too?" the old man asked.

"Gesldard was very patient and planned to see the results of this year before talking about it...but things changed so quickly that she couldn't sit still. This was almost a subversion of modern spells!"

"Is it that exaggerated?" the old man looked disbelieving.

"At least it is a supplement. I have made a step back. You can't refute it!" said the visitor with a beard and glaring.
Chapter completed!