Professor Machiban turned the topic very bluntly to Gilbert Winple, a friend of her Experimental Spell Committee. She said in a loud voice: "Winple wants to come over! But I have been urging him to treat the horns on his head for a while. I happened to know that Dorothea was in St. Mungo yesterday, so I asked him to go there quickly... He asked me to bring this information to you."

Felix took the information. Machiban casually said: "There are some questionnaires that evaluate the dangers, ease of acquisition of spells, and potential risks. They only need to hand them over to those students and let them fill them in and send them back to the Ministry of Magic Experimental Spell Committee. At that time, the department will send someone to test it."

Before leaving, she asked tentatively: "You really don't plan to write your own name? It is possible that the new spell will be named after you!"

"Oh, no, I have difficulty naming." Felix replied.

When Old Vera walked to the door, he stopped and asked casually in a casual tone: "By the way, those ancient magic books in the library"

"It's still in the old place, the penultimate row of bookshelfs." Felix replied immediately.

Old Vera was stunned for a moment, waved her hand, and muttered "Thank you".

...

Felix walked out of the ancient magical literature office, thought about what happened just now, and couldn't help but curl up his lips: "Today stimulate that stubborn old man, tomorrow, and then you can wait and see what's going on. After all, with Cremy's relationship... I'm such a good person!"

"Teacher, professor?" he poked a head out of the corridor and said stutteringly.

It's Neville.

"What did you hear?" Felix asked him with a smile.

"You, you are a good person..." Neville replied blankly, showing a horrified expression the next second, trying to cover his mouth desperately.

Felix: “…Not to say it.”

Neville looked at the stern professor and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Is there anything wrong? By the way, how are your parents doing? I heard from St. Mungo's staff that they have been discharged from the hospital."

"Yes, it's already healed." Neville replied hurriedly, "The director of the Auror office came to visit some time ago. I hope they can return to the Auror team or become the team leader."

"Sclinger?" Felix frowned slightly.

"It's him," Neville said, "but my parents decided to take a break first. They went abroad to travel and underwent restorative training... and then make a decision after they came back."

Felix nodded slightly, "Sounds good. OK, Neville, you are lying in the corridor, what do you want to say to me?"

"I, uh," Neville suddenly stuttered again, his face flushed red, and he swallowed his saliva wildly and said, "I'm Gudong! I want to ask, is there any magic that can make people brave?"

"Be brave?" Felix looked at him with a strange expression, "What do you want to do?"

"I, I found that my talent has improved and my grades have improved greatly, but I am still so brave. I don't even dare to speak loudly in front of everyone, afraid of being ridiculed..." Neville said with a sad face, "And there is also a championship."

"You want to participate in the championship too? Potter and the others are involuntarily."

"No, I mean, no matter which of these two projects, I don't have the courage to challenge them, and I don't have the courage to do it... Whether it's the Fire Dragon or the Deep Lake bottom, as soon as I think of these, I can't help but tremble." Navi said with tears in his arms.

"So I want to ask, is there any magic that allows me to block these negative emotions, including what others say about me?"

Neville looked at Felix with hope.

Of course, Felix thought, brain closure is simply tailor-made for you. But if your purpose is to gain courage by blocking emotions, then put the cart before the horse.

"You asked me." Felix looked up and down at Neville, feeling uncomfortable: "Your thoughts are really unique... Can a curse be OK?"

"Damn, curse?" Neville looked startled.

"Yes," Felix scratched his chin casually and said sinisterly: "I curse you, every second of your life after this moment, the insults, slanders, ridicule, resentment, and dissatisfaction you hear have become the most beautiful praise in the world..."

"I can't hear the unpleasant words..."

"I can't hear an honest advice..."

"I can't hear the kind mockery..."

Neville's body turned cold, and it seemed that something dirty was wrapped around him, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Professor?" Neville said in despair, "You really cursed me? At least ask me..."

Felix's face turned solemn, and he said, "You are a daegua."

Neville was stunned. His eyes were wide open at first, until he couldn't help but blink, "I, am I okay? I heard you say I'm a daze... I wasn't cursed when I said that?"

Felix laughed.

Neville's round face couldn't help but tense, and Felix patted his shoulder comfortably, "Do you remember what happened when you got the invitation card when you selected the Warriors?"

"I saw... Hogwarts... England... Ocean... World and... Brilliant Starry Sky." Neville said. He recalled the shock he was wandering in the vast universe. It was a silent contrast. He could feel his insignificance without any language.

As he thought about it, his thinking suddenly went off his feet, and he remembered the scene of standing on the stage and singing to a row of "Professor Snape" below the stage. It was simply a nightmare: Snape with an expression of intoxication and rhythm; Snape with a clenched fists and glaring at him; Snape with a black cloak and cold eyes; and Snape with a strode and trying to get on stage to catch him...

That scene was so shocking that he felt strange when he saw the real Potions professor. He was afraid that Semo or Dean next to him would suddenly turn his head and show a face with a blank expression and a long hook nose.

But no matter what, he was really not afraid of taking potions classes.

He heard a snap of his fingers and looked up to see Professor Hayp looking at him. "Sorry, Professor, I'm distracted..." Navin said quietly.

Felix showed an understanding expression.

He did not use the God-Sucking Thoughts to obtain thoughts, and he thought Neville was immersed in the memories of magic attached to the invitation card.

"Have you ever planned for the future?" he asked temptingly.

This is just an introduction to the next topic. However, Neville nodded, "I thought about it. I want to be a professor of herbal medicine, or an Auror."

"What's the reason?" Felix asked in surprise. Few students think about this issue so early, and usually they wait until the fifth-grade employment consultation before they suddenly realize it.

"I like herbs!" Neville said loudly, then looked at Felix embarrassedly and muttered in a low voice, "I still want to catch Crouch."

Felix nodded slightly, fully understanding his thoughts among the four Death Eaters who used the Heart-Water Spell on the Longbottoms, only Crouch was on the run, and the other three were still squatting in Azkaban.

When it comes to Azkaban, he seems to have thought of something. Azkaban...Death Eater...What is it? He tried to grab this ray of inspiration, and information about Azkaban quickly flashed through his mind.

The island of North Sea... cannot be mapped...built in the fifteenth century...the lair of the dark wizard Axtis...to torture passing sailors to create dementors...dementors?

Felix blinked. As far as he knew, because of what he did last year, the guards of the Wizard Prison were seriously insufficient. The new dementors took a long time to reproduce and grow. It is estimated that many hitters will be sent there to rotate in recent years.

Is this the reason why the Ministry of Magic intends to recruit more Aurors and strikers? Felix unreliably speculated that, well, at least it is likely that Fudge agreed to use it to guard the Wizard Prison...

He thought for a few seconds, and it was difficult to find anything valuable or worthy of vigilance for a while. He could only write down this message secretly and then think about it when he had time.

Felix raised his head and said to Neville: "Herbal professors and Aurors are all good choices, but they all have one common characteristic."

"What's the characteristic?" Neville asked. He suddenly thought of the feat of Roger Davis's birth of the Black Thorn Seed to subdue the Fire Dragon during his first project. Professor Sprout was very excited about this.

Does the professor mean to arm yourself with the knowledge learned in herbal classes?

"They all need to enlighten others." Felix gave a completely different answer.

Neville looked at him hesitantly. The professor enlightened the students that he could still understand, just like at this moment, but Auror...

"Think about it," Felix said seriously: "If you are a professor, you must face a group of all kinds of lively students, or you are an Auror, and you are a long-term vision. It is not too much to be a team leader? Then you must always pay attention to the emotions of your team members, otherwise a slight mistake may be a life."

Neville's expression became serious and nodded. He heard his parents say similar things, and some views did coincide with the professor's statement...

The professor knows so much. He thought enviously.

"…so you should have this ability, too." Felix concluded.

"Uh..." Neville's face began to flush again. He was really not good at this job. At this moment, he had only one idea: It's over, he couldn't even treat the herbal professor and the Auror, but he quickly cheered up and whispered: "I'll give it a try?"

Felix nodded in praise, picking in the ring, and then took out a booklet. "I happen to have a magic here, you can take it back and take a look...it's the magic attached to the invitation card."

Navi couldn't wait to take it, and then he was stunned. This seemed to be a manuscript, but the corners were glued together with spells. From a distance, it looked like a book, but it was not. He stared at the handwritten cover, and the name on it was changed twice

"Music Directional Lite Version of the Mind Hut (St. Mungoth)" (crossed out);

"The Magic Research that Makes People Into a Predetermined Illusion (Horror? Mystery? Spiritual Pollution?)" (crossed off);

The last name is the surviving name: "Daydream Curse (City and Starry Sky)".

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Felix snatched the booklet from the dazed Neville, took out a few pages, and explained: "These are not suitable for you."
Chapter completed!