The next day, Felix got up yawning.

He didn't sleep well last night, and lay in bed for the middle of the night and suddenly realized a problem: his stall was too big, and many responsibilities that did not belong to him seemed to be rushing to come, and he was helpless about it, and he was not even too resistant in his heart.

When did it start? Felix was still thinking about this question while brushing his teeth in the mirror. Some people and some things flashed through his mind. He has experienced a lot in just over two years.

Felix knew very well that Dumbledore had never rejected his puzzle-solving behavior, and even took the initiative to tell him a lot of secret information. These things may have been revealed to anyone before.

At least, Felix had tested that Severus did not know the secret of the Horcrux at all. The people who knew - Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius were all banned, and even Remus did not know the truth.

Why would a wise man who kept secrets and experienced great storms easily tell him these things? What Felix could think of was that Dumbledore wanted to pull himself against Voldemort.

There is nothing wrong with this.

Felix did not reject this. His idea before joining the company was that he was already strong enough. Only Dumbledore could really put pressure on him, the remnant soul of Voldemort, who was like that wandering soul. Even if Voldemort is resurrected, Hogwarts is safe enough. After all, Dumbledore is there, and he doesn't mind being protected while trying to exert force. If he happens to find out that Voldemort's strength is just that, he naturally doesn't mind solving this problem with his own hands.

However, over the past two years, his strength and mentality have undergone tremendous changes. Before joining the company, he relied more on his own talent and used his superb spell level to suppress others, but in essence, he was not much different from those elite Aurors. At most, he had a few more ancient magic and level 6 spells, as well as some trump cards than them... But he also had decades of combat experience than him, and Felix thought that he would be dizzy if he was hit by a cold boy and got a few coma spells.

Felix estimated that he might have been able to defeat Moody in his heyday one-on-one (who learned during treatment), but if Moody had brought a well-trained Auror team, the result would be hard to say - of course he could use his immature thinking to accelerate the instant killing tactic. He had succeeded in the territory of the United States, but once the trump card failed, the trouble would be great.

But now the situation is completely different. He has improved the instant killing tactic and moved around freely; the magic of the Thinking House has begun to show combat power and is not afraid of group attacks; the magic of memory is even more powerful, and he is about to play with it... The guardian god's flying cloak is not very effective, and at most it saves the flying broom; the human-shaped iron armor spell is not afraid of the straggler, but cannot resist powerful spells... In addition, there are also bottomless magical attainments.

To be honest, Felix has difficulty with any psychological pressure. Even when he knows that there is a new landscape above him - just counting it as a "magic creature" or a "legend" - he seems very calm.

Running can always run away. Although it is rare in the record of the last war, someone successfully escaped from Voldemort's pursuit. Among them are the Longbottoms couple, and Felix was invited to visit Longbottom's house during the summer vacation of the third grade and learned in detail from the two - not only memories, but also the analysis ideas of the two Aurors.

He came to the conclusion that he was much more skilled than the Longbottons' escape.

Considering the worst possibility, Dumbledore was defeated by the resurrected Voldemort, and he was short of fire. He saw that things were not enough to do, so he pulled out, waiting for the opportunity, and waiting for himself to cross that threshold.

Felix has the patience and the confidence that he can go further than everyone on the road of magic, but he needs time.

He always thought well, calm, rational, and self-disciplined... and met his usual requirements for himself, but when Felix stood on the podium of the ancient magical classroom with time and saw familiar faces, he was not sure.

‘If one day someone needs to take Dumbledore’s burden and face what he had faced, what should I do?’ Felix thought about this question, glanced across the classroom, stayed slightly at the end, his mouth slightly raised, and said:

"We have two more people in our class today, one is Professor Gerselda Machiban from the Wizard Examination Administration--"

The little wizards slapped enthusiastically, and turned around to see the hunchbacked witch in the last row. The witch, whose face had many wrinkles that could make the ants lost, was waving:

"We have a lot to talk about! But I think it's important to go to class!" The short Macchi class shouted in a pissy manner.

Ron clapped his hands and looked back hard: "She will be our chief examiner next year, right?"

Harry also stared at Professor Machiban, but he also gave some gaze to the half-bald old man next to her. Although it was not that exaggerated, the old man's figure was indeed a bit similar to Uncle Feinong. Especially when he didn't speak and stared at a pair of cow's eyes, the two of them were exactly the same.

Harry was afraid that the man would jump up suddenly, his tongue rolled up and muttered something no one could hear clearly, just like Uncle Feinon could not say a complete sentence when he was very angry.

Hermione seemed to want to leave a good impression and sat properly, although her eyes were about to fly into her eyebrows. Next to her, Neville sat blushingly, and he had not recovered from the blow before class - Professor Machiban was friends with Neville's grandmother, so he knew him naturally. Before class, she asked Neville's grandmother and his parents about her recent situation. Machiban kept asking Neville to "sound louder!" As a result, her voice became louder, but Neville's voice became smaller and smaller.

"The other is Mr. Vera, vice president of the Ancient Magical Arts Association." Felix and others calmed down their applause and continued, and the old man "hummed" from his nose, which was considered to have said hello.

This time the applause was much sparse, and the students exchanged doubtful eyes with each other-

"What is the Ancient Magical Art Association?"

"Are an organization?"

"Why have you never heard of it?"

"Maybe it's a private club, formed by a group of ancient magic lovers... similar to the Gaoboshi Club in the school."

"There is this club in the school?"

"I can guarantee that there is absolutely!"

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Chapter completed!