"One more thing." Dobby held the envelope, with a big round eyes looking at Felix hesitantly, and hesitated: "It's about Shining..."

Felix was stunned, he almost forgot about Shanshan.

"What's wrong with her? The magical bondage on her should have disappeared."

"Yes, you're right." Dobby's body began to sway, her slender arms tangled together. "She wanted to go with her master, Dobby told her that Mr. Crouch was put in jail and she...she was sick."

"I understand." Felix said calmly.

Dobby looked at him in confusion, and Felix pulled out a note and said something on it. Dobby stood on tiptoe and wanted to see it, but he was too short and Valen was still in front of him, and he could only see the back of Valen's head.

"Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix said with his head down, and his quill slashing rapidly.

"Doby knows it!"

"Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bagman owes me a favor, and I don't think he's going to mind doing me a little favor."

"You don't have to do this!" Dobby screamed, looking shocked, "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mr. Hepp to help!"

"Take it, let him take you to Azkaban, he has the power." Felix said: "By the way, bring some things to Mr. Crouch, you can discuss buying with Shanshan. As for where Shanshan wants to go in the future, I will ignore it."

Dobby bowed deeply and pressed his nose against the floor, his whole body trembling, as excited as a salmon that was constantly pounding on the shore.

Valen looked at the place where Dobby disappeared, turned to Felix, "Ji?"

Felix picked it up and said, "Tell you a truth, magic can't trap a person, but love can. Tsk! This sentence should make Dumbledore say... Do you want some late supper, Valen?"

"Shi!"

...

The next day, Professor Machiban and Old Vera appeared again in the seventh-grade ancient magic literature class.

The old man obviously didn't sleep well, and the dark circles in his eyes were as obvious as his double chin.

When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression seemed both excited and disappointed.

Excited that the Hogwarts Library has a rich collection, he found many magical notes that even the ancient magical association did not have. These notes were donated by alumni over the years. They were translated and sorted by Bassyda Babuling, and were nothing like a treasure for him.

What was disappointed was that he completed the verification work last night and found no mistakes. That boy... Felix Hepp seemed to have memorized all the information, and even the page numbers were accurate.

At this moment, Felix looked at the audience calmly, with bright eyes. He was wearing a blue top today with his hands in his pocket.

"Today is an improvement class," he announced.

The students cheered softly, but Macchiban and Old Vera didn't understand why. Isn't the seventh grade just a class for improvement?

Felix explained softly: "In order to let two guests who are unknown to understand what will happen next, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called 'improvement class'." He smiled slightly and stretched out his hand from his pocket. The wand appeared in his hand like a magic trick. With a light wave, clear handwriting began to appear on the blackboard behind him.

"We have completed the first round of review, and according to the plan, there are two rounds of review. In order to prevent the next three months from being too boring, I will consciously prepare some improvement courses to explain more advanced content. These contents are not within the scope of the exam, but they are very beneficial to you, especially after you graduate, you can also use ancient magic texts to entertain yourself after work..."

"Improving classes will use the thinking classroom, no need to worry about danger, just relax - well, let's start."

Felix snapped his fingers gently, and in order to get Professor Machiban and Old Vera to adapt, he did it clearly: a golden ripples bloomed from the fingertips that snapped their fingers, spreading continuously with him as the center, quickly dyeing the entire classroom with a faint golden color.

Professor Machiban and Old Vera looked around in surprise. Machiban blinked, as if they had discovered something. After a few seconds, everything returned to peace.

Magical notes with ancient and mysterious auras fell from mid-air...

Amid the crisp bird singing, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to everyone: "Although I have said it more than once, I would like to emphasize again: Compared with knowledge, it is more important to train your thinking. After all, your graduation thesis is to complete a magical text note."

Let the students complete a magical notation?

Professor Machiban opened his eyes wide and she looked around quickly, and no students raised objections. Obviously this was not a temporary arrangement.

Her mood suddenly became complicated. If it was true, would their exam still make sense?

A low moan came from beside him. Old Vera seemed to be sick and kept slamming his hands, pressing on the magic note that fell in front of him.

...

A few minutes before the end of the course, the students quickly wrote notes. The short Professor Machiban walked in the gaps in the classroom seats, and stopped from time to time, watching the students' quill pens write down magic sentences smoothly. To be honest, the complexity has far exceeded the standards of the N.E.W.Ts exam.

Old Vera was sitting in her seat, looking in a daze. He was the one who could understand the difference between him and Felix, and he was feeling like he was sitting on pins and pins at this moment.

The bell finally rang, and he jumped out of his seat almost immediately and was about to leave.

"Mr. Vera," Felix called him from behind. "About that report..." He mentioned the report yesterday, and Old Vera agreed immediately. It was not until now that he realized how big a pit was buried in this request.

How to write this report, do you want to hype Felix Happ?

The old man blushed and ran away with his face covering his face.

"Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix shouted "urgently", but his body was still motionless. "What's wrong with him?" he said to himself.

Professor Machiban glanced at him strangely, but didn't realize that the little guy was quite revenge!

"Stop shouting," she said, "He's busy."

Felix looked at her with an inquiring look.

"I'm probably busy finding a place to bury myself!" said Professor Machiban. "I won't come in the afternoon."

"You're leaving now?" Felix asked.

"It's not leaving," Professor Machiban said helplessly, "but you don't need to be here. I almost understand the reason why the students' grades have improved rapidly in the past two years. I will stay for a few more days and go to other classes to see... I can't do it once in vain."

Felix nodded in a clear understanding.

"One thing left," said Professor Machiban, with a smile on his wrinkled face: "Are you interested in becoming an extra-staff examiner?"

"Outsider examiner..."

"You only need to be responsible for the practical part of the ancient magic literature exam." Professor Machiban said, and she sighed and looked at the students who were walking out of the classroom, "I can't let the graduates of the past two years do this!"

"Are you planning to increase the practical assessment of the ancient magic text exam? Examine practical magic texts?" Felix asked happily.

"That's right," she said, "When I go back, I will fight for the Ministry and divide the ancient magic text into two directions - translation and practical. Of course, you must write this report, only you know the best... and the employment direction of practical magic texts. If you describe it tempting enough, the Ministry may recruit several people this year."

"Why is this?" Felix didn't know much about it.

Professor Machiban rolled his eyes, "I guess except for your company, the entire magic world doesn't know what to do with practical magic texts. Generally, this situation is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: recruit a few people and study the direction and potential of the new profession."

"Are there any similar examples?" Felix asked with interest.

"The name prophets are separated from the prophets. They will predict the future of the newborn and give some suggestions on the name. I remember that Trelawney seemed to have done a while ago in naming the prophet...it seems to have happened a long time ago."

Trelawney... You really have, Felix is ​​eye-opening.
Chapter completed!