The next morning, Valenta was reluctant to get up in the velvet quilt, so Felix stuffed the alarm clock that kept chirping into its quilt.

Valen turned off the alarm clock in dissatisfaction, pushed it out, then smacked his lips in a daze, turning over and sleeping more soundly.

Felix came to the auditorium. The weather outside was gloomy and the moisture was heavy. The owls' feathers were wet with the mist in the air. A brown owl circled around him twice, leaving behind a daily newspaper of the Prophet.

He spread out the newspaper and did not mention the attack of the Minister of Magic yesterday. Instead, the photo of Ms. Bones standing in front of the anti-thief waterfall was hung on the front page. In the photo, she looked at the camera calmly, with a very reassuring expression. The background boards next to her - the Aurors stood solemnly behind her, Sirius leaned against the wall, poking the water curtain of the anti-thief waterfall with her magic wand.

When Felix appeared in the ancient magical classroom, a student was already waiting at the door.

"Good morning, Professor Happ." Colin Clivie said enthusiastically.

"Good you, Mr. Clivie, come in." Two months later, Felix opened the classroom door for the first time. There was a smell of dust mixed with damp and rotten air, and the corners of the walls were covered with green moss.

"Tsk." Felix said, waving his wand, the windows in the classroom opened together, and then a whirlwind blew out of thin air in the room, and the tables and chairs were clattering, and an excited expression flashed on Clivi's face. After more than ten seconds, a gray air flew out along the window, and the air in the classroom became fresh and comfortable again.

"The next thing is moss, all the fine work." Felix muttered, pointing his wand at the stubborn green patches, and the tip of the wand emits light, and when the light hits the wall, the moss on it disappears immediately.

"Is it a cleansing spell, professor? I can help!" Clivi volunteered. Felix was in power. Clivi pulled out his wand, imitating Felix's appearance, and wanted to recite the spell silently. After a few failures, he had to recite the spell honestly: "Clean! Clean up!"

More than ten minutes later, they stared at the classroom with a sharp eye, searching for possible stains. "It's almost done, let me think about it, because I love labor, add ten." Felix said, and when he came to the window, it was already drizzling outside, and it was blown into the classroom by the wind, and it was hit on his face with a cool sizzling sound.

Clivi found a seat in front and took out the book "Practical Magic Text (Elementary)" and asked with interest: "Professor, what new teaching aids have you prepared this year? Can you tell me in advance?"

"Why do you say that?" Felix looked at him through the window.

"Because the professor prepares new things every year," Clivi counted one by one with his fingers: "The first year - oh, I was in the first grade at that time - was a magic puppet, the second year was a variety of spectators, and the third year was a magic card... I just wanted to know what new teaching aids were coming in advance this year."

"Ah, you have to say that... Isn't the things in your hands just?"

Clivi blinked and looked down at the "Practical Magic Text (Elementary)" in his hand. The expression on his face suddenly collapsed and he was disappointed. "But--" he stuttered: "It's just a summary of some practical magic texts."

"Okay." Felix shook his left hand, and a shimmer of light flashed through the ring - with a loud "bang", a large box fell on the table.

Clivi's eyes widened. He leaned down and stared at the things in the box - they were all kinds of small wooden sticks, which looked similar to quills and looked a bit like magic wands, except that one end was sharply cut into sharp corners. The surfaces of these small wooden sticks were painted with strange patterns, which looked like letters and magic symbols, but they were all specious.

"The magic text carving knife," Felix explained: "It appeared two years ago, but I have not promoted it. After all, the magic wand is not bad when used. However, as the ancient magic text becomes more and more perfect, it is necessary to make a more detailed division. Just like the crucible in the Potions class, it has also been available for centuries: ordinary, automatic stirring, foldable, special materials, etc...."

This is actually the suggestion of Hydestrian Villa.

Clivi looked at the box and asked, "Professor, how should I choose the magical engraving knife that suits me?"

"Oh, the materials are actually the same - even from the same chestnut tree. At most, the patterns are different, but they do not affect the use. You can choose one you like, first come first served-" Felix said, feeling relieved when he picked it up with great enthusiasm.

After Valen learned to write, he liked to use paint brushes to apply everywhere. Felix cut a complete chestnut tree into thick wooden boards of the height of Valen to facilitate writing and painting on it. Except for a few "works" that were quite impressive, Felix collected them, the remaining materials were redesigned in the box.

He glimpsed Clivie with his eyes and took a carving knife and looked at the pattern on it with awe. Felix decided to keep this secret, no, keep this tradition, and add some patterns that are useless to the carving knife in the future...

At this time, two more students walked into the classroom. Ginny and Luna looked at Clivi, who were about to lie in the box, with curious eyes.

...

Felix stood on the podium. Each student in the audience was holding a magical engraving knife and chattering. They even seriously guessed the meaning of the pattern. Seeing that the topic was being brought to "a mysterious African text", he hurriedly announced that the class would begin.

"You already know that this course has a separate practical part, which means that the value of practical magic texts is recognized by the Wizard Examination Administration and included in the exam. According to the first edition of the assessment standards, the O.W.Ls exam will only involve depicting common magic text symbols, magic text circuits, and N.E.W.Ts exams will involve magic text spells, such as the Light and Fire Curse..."

The magic spell is not as easy as you think. Its minimum requirement is to master a magic symbol of a practical magic script. In fact, few students in the class can do this. To be precise, removing Ginny and Luna, who are members of the Magic Text Club, the number is currently zero.

At the end of the class, Felix collected the summer homework and announced the end of get out of class. The rain was getting heavier and heavier outside, and a few muffled thunder sounds came from time to time. At noon, Felix finished his meal in the auditorium and saw the door of the teacher's lounge was closed, so he pushed open the door and walked in.

"Oh, no matter who it is, please help close the door, thank you- it's a little noisy outside." Professor McGonagall said in his voice.

Felix closed the door casually and looked at a desk - the sound came from there. But he only saw the pile of parchment paper, and Professor McGonagall's body was completely blocked. Felix waved his hand and flames lit up in the fireplace. A lot of moisture in the room dissipated.

"Summer homework?"

"Yes." Professor McGonagall raised his head and pushed his glasses. "The first week of school is the busiest, and many things need to be processed, summer homework, Quidditch selection, and course selection... The information of the Order of the Phoenix must be sorted out in time, not to mention taking time to comfort Caridi--"

She suddenly shut up.

"Muggle Studies Professor? What's wrong with her?" Felix asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips.

"Well, you always know from other places...she's getting caught in a tricky trouble."

Felix's impression of the professor was still two years ago, when they attended an unsuccessful international conference, who mentioned that he was studying a popular science book on genes and genetics.

Thinking of this, a guess came out of my mind - "There won't be a Death Eater causing trouble for her, right?"

But it shouldn't be, Rita Skitter is still alive.

"Of course not, she - she was caught by the Muggle police," Professor McGonagall snorted from his nose and said in an unknown manner. "According to herself, she was to ask a scholar for advice, she accidentally caused several sparks to emerge from the wand and was suspected of possessing dangerous weapons."

It's up to you...

Felix smacked his lips for a while, and he said dryly: "She was not punished, right?"

"The Ministry of Magic is not serious in view of her being a professor - she was just warned and a fine. Fortunately, she didn't enter Azkaban. She might feel ashamed and submitted her resignation report to Dumbledore after she came back, but the principal did not agree. She has been staying in the office these days and has not come out, because she is preparing for a new book."

Felix raised his eyebrows and thought of the paper that Professor Bubaji planned to publish. He felt that this new book would cause an uproar. In fact, it was not impossible to publish it. It was just that the time point was really sensitive. In less than ten seconds, he thought of a solution - to give her a complete set of biology books.

Since she is determined to study, then spend more time. When she understands everything, the battle may have been over.

At this time, the door was pushed open from outside again.

The rustling sound of the quill rubbing on the parchment was immediately covered by the noise outside the door, and then a wet air conditioning surged into the room, and the flames in the fireplace stirred up a series of sparks on the burning wood.
Chapter completed!