"You all have the ability to outline the magic text without the constraints of the magic text... But this is only the first step. You still need to master the magic image of the ancient magic text, and this is not an easy task. Unless-" Felix stared at the twenty-two people in front of him, "take some radical approach."

"Mr. Hepp, you mean-" Kingsley asked in place of the others.

"Take a little risk and show your courage...you need to feel it deeply." Felix said seriously, and across more than ten feet, the wand in his hand cut through the air like a sharp sword. With a "swoosh" sound, a bright orange-red flame rose from behind him, twisting into a long flaming snake.

Kingsley widened his eyes and quickly took two steps back. The other Aurors and strikers also pulled out their wands, pointing to the flaming snake with their heads raised, and Felix Happ, who was standing in front of the fire snake. His face was calm, and the wand in his hand had disappeared from his cuffs.

As everyone gradually calmed down, Tonks looked at the giant snake in front of him with flames burning on his body. It was almost hundreds of feet tall, and its long snake body was composed of flames, and each scale was burning violently.

She walked forward two steps, and Kingsley shouted behind her, "Tonks!" The long flaming snake roared silently, then fell sharply, and hit the ground with a "bang". The snake's shape disappeared, leaving a straight flame passage on the ground.

The passage was about six or seven feet wide, and the snake's head fell just in front of Tonks. Its tail stretched backwards, rolling Felix inside, allowing his figure to appear faintly in the flames.

"Gentlemen, ladies, go through the flame and feel the power of the flame demon text."

Felix said standing in the flames.

The Aurors were stunned, and Kingsley frowned and asked slowly, "Mr. Hepp, is this some kind of trick?" However, Felix did not speak, perhaps because he did not want to explain, or perhaps his behavior standing there was enough to explain the problem.

Tonks took a step forward.

"Wait, Tonks--" Kingsley said immediately, he felt the tricky, neither him nor Sclinger nor the Minister of Magic could control the overall situation. Especially in the face of those who had shown great power, their behavior was uncontrollable.

His role is to deal with these "accidents".

Tonks looked back at Kingsley, then at Felix, who was silent in the flames. He was tilting his head slightly, staring silently, looking at her with an inquiring look, and everyone behind her, as if he was very curious about their choice.

She began to get excited.

"I will not be hurt." Tonks said with certainty, and she took another step forward, only one step away from the flames. The scorching flames were burning, forming a series of hot winds. She smelled the burnt smell of her hair. She suddenly hesitated, and her thoughts became less certain. She couldn't help looking at the man in the flames.

"I won't take the initiative to hurt anyone," the man said to her.

Her heart pounded. Under everyone's gaze, Tonks closed his eyes and stepped into the flames. Without the severe pain she imagined, she felt the warmth, and the sound of undulating screams sounded around her. She opened her eyes, and at this time, the flames were completely different in her sight.

She saw flame demon texts. They were like some kind of elves, burning and jumping, transforming between the fiery red demon text symbols and flames. Felix's right hand was slightly shining, and wisps of flames precipitated from that arm, and demon text symbols drilled in...

Tonks couldn't help but stare blankly in place. Felix reminded her in a gentle voice: "Feel the emotions of the flames and feel the power of the magic text."

Tonks stretched out his palm, and a bright and bright flame jumped onto her hand. Her arms shook, but she did not move away. The flame stuck to her hand, danced in her palm, and then turned into a shining magic text.

A feeling of joy surged into her heart, and she suddenly knew what to do next. She called more magical texts in her heart. Soon, wisps of flames surrounded her, forming an impenetrable fire cocoon.

"This is-" Kingsley widened his eyes, and out of trust in Dumbledore, he walked in the second time. The flames did not hurt him, gently brushed across his robe, and then more people stepped into the flames, and they were still safe and sound, curiously looking at the bright flames around him.

Their eyes showed an incredible expression.

Is it an illusion? Kingsley thought, and at this moment, a scream rang out from behind, "Yaxley!" someone shouted. Kingsley turned around suddenly, and Yaaxley retreated from the flames. He seemed to have suffered great damage. Although there was no trace of burning on his skin, his clothes were emitting thick smoke.

Yaxley sat on the ground with a painful expression, his eyes full of fear and anger. "What did you do!" he shouted.

"This only means that you have not been screened." Felix said calmly, "You don't think I'll hand over my strength without making any restrictions, right?"

"Mr. Hepp," said Kingsley with a headache, "our agreement does not mention this. At least you have to tell us in advance if you have any requests."

"Because I don't think this will be an obstacle." Felix said lightly, "People who are full of malicious intentions towards ancient demonic texts will naturally not be recognized by demonic texts. You should have been prepared for this long time."

"You mean, Yaxlith—" Kingsley looked at him hesitantly, then looked at Yaxlith, who was sitting on the ground with a painful expression, and bursts of huge waves broke out in his heart.

"Maybe I should talk to this Mr. Yaxley, there may be a misunderstanding between us." Felix said, curling the corner of his mouth, Yaxley, he remembered the name.

"No misunderstanding." Yaxley gritted his teeth and stood up, "I just simply don't like ancient magical scripts! Sorry, Kingsley - it seems I shouldn't be here." He limped away.

Kingsley hesitated for a second or two, "Sorry, Mr. Hepp, I need to confirm his situation-"

"He won't have any problems with his body."

"I don't doubt this," Kingsley said in a deep voice, "but--" he paused and said to the others: "Don't let Yaxley affect you, I'll go out and see what happened." He walked out of the flame corridor and chased towards the door.

Felix spoke calmly, comforting the suspicious Auror and the striker. "The principle of this magic is very simple... I amplified the emotions of the flame demon text so that you can better feel the magical image of the demon text. But inevitably, the demon text is contaminated by my own will, and anyone who conflicts with this emotion will be rejected..."

After a while, Kingsley returned with a brisk pace.

"The therapist said it was nothing serious, but was frightened. Sclinger gave him two days off." He said to everyone, and they breathed a sigh of relief, while regretting Yaxley. There were a few more fire cocoons on the field, and wisps of flames merged into it.

Felix nodded and looked at Kingsley with a hesitant expression, "Is there anything else?"
Chapter completed!