Let me enlighten others... Neville thought blankly, his heart suddenly became heavy, that was the weight of responsibility.

He likes this feeling.

...

On the other side, Professor Machiban and Old Vera walked in the corridor of the castle.

"A very talented young man, I realized when I invigilating for him that he would do great things!" said Machiban.

Old Vera doesn't seem to agree.

"You shouldn't underestimate a great wizard," Professor Machiban pointed out.

"Great Master... do you think of him?" Old Vera widened her eyes, and the short Professor Machiban looked at him without hesitation. He opened his mouth several times, but he was defeated under her strict eyes.

"Don't tell me you don't follow the news, Hydestrang!" Professor Machiban said loudly.

Old Vera couldn't speak. If anyone in the wizarding world was most concerned about the news about Felix, he would definitely be ranked. God knows what his expression was when he was taken out of the study by his granddaughter.

He was still worried that this kid would smash several bricks from the ancient Demonic Mansion one day!

"I just read his book "Ancient Magical Text Exploration" two days ago! That was his level three years ago," Professor Machiban said bluntly: "It's more exciting than the introductory manual for magical texts you have published!"

Old Vera opened her mouth to refute, but she had already continued, "I also wrote a letter to Babuling! She praised him in her reply!"

"That mixed-race species-" Old Vera frowned, and when he saw Machiban's stern gaze throwing over, he immediately shut up and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It seems that it makes sense that she refused to join you!" she said dissatisfied.

Several students in the corridor looked over, but neither of them spoke. They came to the spiral stairs and went downstairs. "What is the week today?" Professor Machiban asked a loud question.

"What? Well, I think it should be a week--Oh!" Old Vera was thinking, and accidentally caught his foot in a staircase, jammed him.

Hogwarts has many such stairs that tease people. For students, it has become an instinct to cross them. Old Vera has not come for more than half a century, and he clearly remembers that there was no abnormality in the morning.

"It turned out to be Thursday." Professor Machiban said thoughtfully.

...

When he went to the auditorium for lunch, Felix stuck the experimental mantra committee questionnaire transferred by Professor Machiban to the bulletin board in the foyer and attached a bubble mantra outside.

Then he waved his wand, and a piece of parchment flew out of the ring and was stuck to the wall, with glowing handwriting on it.

When he left, the little wizards surrounded him from afar and read the new notice:

'Any student, group and teacher who has developed a stable combination of ancient magic texts and spells can receive a questionnaire of the "Experimental Spell Committee", answer in detail as required, and send the paper to the Experimental Spell Committee. After review, it will be awarded the honor of "Spell Inventor" and have the opportunity to obtain the right to naming spells.

The content and number of words of the paper are referred to the front page of the "Prophet Daily" report on March 12, "The invention of a new style of mantra: the combination of the creation of a water spell and the ancient magic text "water flow"". The paper template can be obtained from any member of the magic text club.

Each person is limited to one questionnaire, which is not enough to copy what others have.

Note: This is the most convenient and safe way to print your name on textbooks.

Come on!

Signature: Hogwarts Ancient Magical Teaching Professor, Felix Happ.’

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

An excited voice sounded behind them: "Warren! Look! We just finished the relevant paper yesterday!" Seventh-grade Pat Celton pulled the sleeves of a Ravenclaw boy and squeezed forward, "Oh, Hermione, Harry, Ron, hello." Selton greeted.

"Hello," said Warren Pardis, both of them were the first members of the Magic Wen Club.

Harry and the others greeted each other in a word.

"Print your name on the textbook...it sounds really attractive." Sailton said with his eyes narrowed, reaching out to penetrate the sticky bubble on the bulletin board, slowly pulling out a piece of parchment from it, Hermione saw the official seal of the Ministry of Magic with sharp eyes.

"Hey~ It's so disgusting! The professor's bad taste!"

Celton pulled out her hand and said, her fingers were clean. Pardis also took a portion and the two left together.

"We should also hold on to it, otherwise we can only borrow someone else's." Hermione said decisively, and they each took one and stood not far from the crowd and looked at it.

Harry read the questionnaire, and the first line on it was a small line: ‘Please fill in the name of the inventor of the mantra truthfully and make sure that all those involved in the mantra development work are signed to avoid controversy:’

The first question is: describe the principle of mantra in brief language.

The second question is: use brief language to describe the role of mantras.

The third question is: confirming the type of spell: general practical talisman/protective spell/evil spell/poison spell/cursive spell/cracking spell/transformation/others.

...

"Oh no!" Ron whispered.

"What's wrong?" Harry and Hermione asked in unison, looking down at the question above.

"Look at the first line!" Ron stared at his eyes and said word by word: "'Make sure that all those involved in the development of the spell are signed..." He looked at Harry meaningfully.

"Malfoy!" Harry took a breath and his body became cold.

At this time, Draco Malfoy put his hands in his pockets and led Crab and Gore toward the notice board with his two followers. "I heard someone call my name..." Draco said with his eyes narrowed.

"Nothing!" Harry and Ron said immediately.

Draco looked at them with suspicion. He stared at the contents of the bulletin board, tilted his head at Krab, who followed his gaze and then glared back.

"Go and get one." Draco said slowly, Crab immediately squeezed into the crowd, Ron quietly pulled Raharry by the sleeve, and Harry retreated knowingly.

"Wait, Potter!" said Draco. Harry turned his head blankly and looked at him coldly, "Why do you have anything to say, Malfoy."

Draco: "I heard that Professor Heip is giving you a small hospital?"

Harry, Ron and Hermione were nervous. The professor asked them to keep it secret, but Harry had been studying for almost three months and reported to the Ancient Magical Literature Office once a week, and there were always several times when people saw it.

"So what? Are you jealous, Malfoy?" Ron took the cover and provoked.

Draco glanced at him, took out a small note from his pocket lazily, and raised it. He smiled and said, "Sorry, I have it too."

"What?" Harry said impatiently, casually stunned. "You want to receive Professor Hepp's special training?" he shouted, and Ron and Hermione also showed incredible expressions.

"You can watch it yourself, Potter." Draco was so happy that Harry snatched the note, and Ron and Hermione looked at the contents on the note.

"It's true," Hermione said softly, and she recognized the familiar handwriting at a glance.

At this time, Crab squeezed out of the crowd and handed the questionnaire to Draco. Draco glanced quickly and his eyes stopped in the first line.

"Tsk tsk." He said.

Ron and Hermione looked up from the note, looking very frustrated and puzzled. Harry was still looking at the small words on it over and over again, as if he was about to peek out a flaw.

"No name," Harry said.

"What did you say--" the smile on Draco's face frozen.

"No name," Harry repeated, looking at him suspiciously: "There is no name on the spell, it just allows you to report to Professor Happ's office every Saturday."

Draco paced to Harry and whispered: "Because it needs to be kept secret, but I can tell you, Potter..." His light-colored eyes shining, "It is the Phantom Shift and the Phantom Body Curse."

He looked at Harry with satisfaction and showed a shocked expression. "Yes, this has always been your privilege, right? He violated the school rules unscrupulously and did not have to be punished. He has fans everywhere he goes, and even the professors are no exception-"

"So are you jealous?" Harry looked at him without dodging, and took Ron's words and said again.

"You can think so." Draco admitted, snatched the note from Harry, gestured to Crabbe and Galby, and walked towards the auditorium.

Harry stared at his back, silent.

"Who knows what he did, and he won the favor of Professor Hepp!" Ron looked at Harry worriedly and said sharply: "Maybe his father bought two hundred magic gramophones in one go!"

...

In the evening of that day, Felix wrote a letter in the office. He stretched out his food and gently tapped it on the letter paper, and the handwriting on it disappeared little by little.

"Lucius, thank you for your reminder. Your information is very useful. Remember: every abnormal movement about the Dark Mark in the future, no matter how minor, please remind me in time. In return, I will follow my promise and train your son to save his life magic starting from this Saturday..."

He put the letter into the envelope, sealed it, stared at the blank envelope on it for a while, put it aside, and picked up a stack of manuscripts from the drawer.

This is a booklet on the introduction of the magic text that he planned to complete, which is used to promote the use of magic texts. It contains detailed analysis of the origin, development, and most important lighting techniques of ancient magic texts.

It was never easy to learn ancient magic, even the simplest lighting technique. In particular, Felix also intends to use a correspondence course, which usually can only coax squibs who have not learned magic.

But he insisted on challenging it.

The secret lies in the ultimate familiarity with lighting techniques and the magic card. According to Remus data, magic card has sold 1,000 sets in the UK, covering almost 40% of the potential purchasers - that is, those families with young wizards who have not entered school.

Of course, this cannot be separated from overwhelming advertising and low prices.

For wizards who lack entertainment, whether adults or children, magic cards are a good way of entertainment. Of course, most parents just treat them as an intellectual development toy - this concept was also proposed by young people from the "Future World" company. They took great pains to come up with advertising slogans that satisfy their boss.

Time passed little by little, and the night gradually became deeper. Sniff Valen yawned, and his shiny little eyes moved away from the comic book, so sleepy that he blinked.

"Jiji! (I'm not asleep yet!)"

"Wait a little longer... Valen, don't worry about me." Felix said with a smile, turning over another page of the manuscript and continuing to revise it.

"Jiji! Jijiji? (Wait for that fool who can do magic?)"

Felix laughed.

"Don't call him fools, Andys shouldn't use Jin Jialong to transform magic in front of you. Not only will you be taken away by you, but you will also be ridiculed..." He pointed Valen's pink beak and said. "It's Dobby." He explained.

"Jiji!" Valen became excited and took a sip of lemonade with a straw. The black and shiny fluff suddenly exploded, making it feel energetic immediately. "Jijiji? (Is that rich man?)"

"Well, Dobby is indeed collecting golden buttons lately."
To be continued...