The next morning, Felix overslept and missed the owl in the auditorium. He picked a seat casually and sat down. While drinking porridge, he looked at the students in the auditorium thoughtfully, and the number of people subscribed to newspapers seemed to increase.

Two locations apart, a student of Ravenclaw quickly looked through the titles on different pages and breathed a sigh of relief after getting the newspaper.

"Everything is peaceful."

Her companions are no longer surprised by her behavior.

"Why don't we talk about the assessment spell?"

"What's there to say? In the fourth and fifth grades, you only need to master the disarming curse, the coma curse and the iron armor curse. I have learned it long ago." The girl Ravenclaw shook her hair and said, then looked at her companion carefully, "Oh, I forgot, you are not interested in duels, and you haven't participated before..."

Her companion rolled her eyes and then sighed, "I really envy the students in grades 1, 2 and 3. It's enough to just master the appearance of the followers. It's not difficult at all, right?"

"Don't say that, my mother told me that many phantom movement accidents with people were caused by the little wizard being too nervous. If a child does not receive training, he will subconsciously mobilize his magic power to resist, which will lead to a teleportation error..."

Felix listened for a while and then focused on his breakfast. He stared at the cereal porridge and fantasized that they were magic symbols, not, to be precise, patterns that could stably carry magic power.

The plan to dig a pit for Voldemort is progressing slowly.

He could have transformed into some magical animals, but this did not mean that everything would be fine. In fact, he had never thought of fighting Voldemort in the form of magical animals. The difficulty was too great. Even though they were indeed magical in some aspects, just look at the concept promoted by Newt. No magical animal can defeat an established wizard.

Only by converting the magical talents of many magical animals into magical magic and using them with the body of a wizard can it be considered deterrent. However, although these two have a close connection in history, it does not mean that there are really clear magical texts or magical text circuits in the body of magical animals.

What Felix was going to do was actually like the first batch of ancient wizards, who "created" ancient magic by himself, so the workload was actually quite large.

The first step is to transform into magical animals, use the bodies of magical animals to experience their magical talents, feel the mystery from the bloodline of magical animals, and understand how their magic power flows and works. He must repeat this process continuously to obtain a vague pattern that looks like a messy capillary, or a complex demon net.

This is also what ancient wizards saw when they dissected magical animals.

After that, I kept trying and practicing to extract the magic symbols one by one.

The biggest problem Felix faces is that he does not always find the appropriate magic text corresponding to the magic power operation structure in the magical animal's body. In this case, he can only "create" the magic text by himself, which will undoubtedly be accompanied by thousands of failures.

But fortunately, the idea is right and he has been improving. That's enough.

Although this process is very boring, Felix is ​​enjoying it, especially the idea of ​​birth in this process is also very important. For example, the magical ability of magical animals comes from their own bloodlines and unique body structures. What about the wizard?

Felix suspects that the soul plays a very important role in it. One evidence is that only wizards can transform into ghosts, neither ordinary people nor magical animals can do it.

He was quite fascinated by these ideas, and even when Felix stood on the podium, he was still thinking about all kinds of strange ideas. To his level, the theory and practice of magic became more and more imaginable, and every step forward was to subvert the perception of magic in the eyes of ordinary wizards.

This is true whether it is the act of reproducing the talent of magic animals with magical texts or the adjustment based on Ms. Royna Ravenclaw's memory magic and bringing memory magic to reality.

"Take out the magic text carving knife, I will reserve a few lessons for you to adapt to the new tools, and then you will find that it is actually better than a magic wand in some aspects, especially when you plan to do some fine operations." Felix said calmly: "Today is a practical class, and I need you to write the practical magic text and magic text circuits you have learned in the past two years on the chestnut board."

The students moved, went to the podium in order to pick up the chestnut boards, and returned to their seats to start practicing.

"It's a bit too simple, right?" Ron said happily. "We have practiced specifically at the Magic Wen Club."

"It's really simple for us, but" Hermione cut the chestnut boards as big as a palm into strips, each portion being the size of an index finger. She wrote a string of ancient magical texts smoothly, raised her head with satisfaction, and looked at the rest of the classroom.

"Bang!"

The chestnut board in Semo's hand suddenly exploded, and a ball of fire and black smoke spread.

Felix waved his hand, and the smoke and flames disappeared at the same time. "Stay a little god, Fenigan, you need to be more focused than look at me." He raised his head from a three-dimensional pattern composed of magical texts and said, looking around, many students lowered their heads guiltily.

"When will we be like the professor?" Harry couldn't help asking. The demonic text in the professor's hand was like tiny dust, shining in the sun.

"The professor told me not to be too ambitious." Hermione said regretfully. It was obvious that she had asked similar questions, and then Zhan Yan smiled, "But the professor praised me for my exploration and attempts in magical texts."

She pointed to the work she had just completed. Harry and Ron looked at it from the side and smacked their tongues. On the small chestnut board belonging to Hermione, there were dense magical texts engraved. If you didn't look carefully, it would be like smearing it with ink.

"Hermione...it won't explode, right?" Harry said frightenedly. He recognized the true face of the thing. He had dozens of explosion circuits. They cleverly squeezed into the size of a palm, and were connected in a string of golden lines, flickering with a throbbing light.

"Don't worry, I'll combine the explosion circuit and the stable circuit together. You have to use the magic of a specific frequency to trigger it, and only I know this frequency." Hermione smiled and stuffed the chestnut board into his beaded bag, and Harry and Ron swallowed.

Hermione seemed to be becoming more and more terrifying, especially during this summer vacation, the professor came over every now and then. Hermione asked questions during the conversation. Her research became more and more in-depth, and soon reached a level that they could not understand at all, such as the word "magic of a specific frequency".

Once the professor said to her: "I have thought about setting up awards of different levels to honor individuals or groups who have made outstanding contributions to the field of ancient magic literature, but the conditions at this stage are not ripe... If one day I think about it, would you be willing to contribute your name? The Hermione Granger Award?"

Harry thought the professor's tone was serious, not like a joke.

In the following time, he began to imitate Hermione and wrote the magic text circuit smaller and smaller. When he was resting, he raised his head and the magic text symbol in the professor's hand had turned into a bird and snake with wings, which was simply vivid.

Felix held the first magic club rally at the beginning of school on the weekend. The members of the club were happily exchanged for what happened recently.

"Professor Sprout promised to write me a letter of recommendation, but I haven't figured out where to go. I mean, Dad wants me to go to the Ministry of Magic, but..." Cedric said, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Mom sent me a new dress and a book," said Neville. "I thought I had left something again, but it wasn't, it was just a simple gift."

In the corner, Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione in a depressed tone: "'Pumpkin Pie' invites us to have tea because his brother learned ten new words." Pumpkin Pie is the new code they gave Hagrid, because Hagrid didn't want others to know that he was back, and that would make him not come to class very conspicuous.

It will be troublesome if Glopp's existence is exposed.

“I don’t want to put Dumbledore in a dilemma,” Hagrid said on the note: “If parents find out that there is an uncontrolled big guy in the Forbidden Forest, they will have unnecessary concerns…I don’t think it’s appropriate to appear publicly before Glopp learns the necessary etiquette.”

Harry, Ron and Hermione all agreed with this point, except for a slight objection to the word ‘unnecessary worry’.

"I don't want to go." Ron was very repulsive of the invitation. He lowered his voice and said, "I'm not refusing, but we have a lot to do. We have to do Quidditch training in the afternoon. Angelina was very dissatisfied with what we were absent yesterday. I don't want to be beaten by her. If she thinks Hooper's nagging and fingering are not so unbearable..."

Ron's concerns are not overwhelming. In Friday's Quidditch Trials, Ron ranked third in the score. He was able to get the goalkeeper because Angelina felt that both Wiki Frobisher and Jeffrey Hooper in front of him had obvious shortcomings: the former valued her 'charm' club more, while the latter hummed and complained about trivial matters, and wanted Angelina to act according to his plan.

After comprehensive weighing, Angelina finally chose Ron to replace Wood's goalkeeper position.

As a result, they were all absent from the first formal training yesterday because they were going to the Potions Office to be confined. It felt so bad. Snape gave Harry, Ron and Hermione a big vat each and asked them to deal with the potion materials they needed for the entire seventh grade. Harry's nails still had the lingering smell of ginger and rat internal organs.

"...not to mention those homework, I hope he will come back to do the serious business. Professor Grapland has left a lot of homework. Why do I want to draw ten sketches of tree-protecting pots? I don't plan to become a painter!" Ron said fiercely.

"This year is O.W.Ls, and the tree-guarding pot is the focus of the exam in the first year." Hermione unhappily pointed out the truth.

Harry and Ron stared at her.

"Oh, of course I hope he's back, too." Hermione shrugged. "Hi, Luna." She turned to look at Luna, "How is the holiday?"

"Very good, dad has reached a cooperation agreement." Luna said happily, and she warmly invited Hermione: "I'm going to see Ferenze in the afternoon. Are you going?"

"Oh, uh, okay." She looked around, but Harry and Ron were going to train, and she couldn't find an excuse, and finally said pitifully.

"Students." Felix sat in an armchair with a smile: "Welcome back. Before the rally begins, I will announce one thing: Future World Company and the Ancient Magical Art Association jointly founded a monthly magazine called "New Interpretation of Magical Art", which is temporarily undertaken by "Singing the Singing Against the Template" magazine."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at Luna immediately.

"I am the editor-in-chief myself, but it is only temporary. If you plan to contribute in the near future, you can directly transfer the manuscript to Miss Granger, and then sort it out and hand it over to me. One more thing is that the manuscript fee is very competitive. The request for manuscripts is here."

Felix waved his wand, and a stack of flyers flew up from the table and landed accurately into everyone's hands.

"Old Wand." Hermione muttered as she stared at his wand.

"What did you say?" Harry was very sensitive to this word, after all, they were locked up because of this.

"I recently found "The Story of the Poetry of Weng Bidou" to read it." Hermione said briefly: "Shh, let's talk about it later." Professor Happ looked over, and she closed her mouth and sat upright.

Luna, who was beside her, looked at her with a burning gaze.

...

"Deathly Hallows?" Harry opened his mouth in surprise. As soon as they came out of the Magic Club, Luna caught up with them.

"That's right." Luna said affirmatively, "The invincible wand, the resurrection stone that resurrects the dead, and the invisible cloak that can escape the god of death, these three things are the Deathly Hallows, and the owner will become the master of the god of death."

"Nonsense," Hermione raised her eyebrows, "It was just a fairy tale, and the things inside were like horned snoring beasts, and they didn't exist in reality at all!"

"But they are indeed true, countless wizards are obsessed with them." Luna said calmly, "When Dad was young, he wanted to convince Florin to search for the Deathly Hallows together, but he refused, pretending that his ancestors never had an old wand."

"Who is Florin? This name sounds a bit familiar?" Ron asked.

"He is the owner of the Florin cold drink shop," Luna said.

"That's impossible!" Hermione said firmly, "I'll write to him and ask clearly."

However, Harry was in a daze and remembered the scene where he had sat under a brightly colored parasol outside the Florin cold drink shop. He had only focused on free ice cream, and never realized that the owner of the store knew his magic history homework well. Although Harry didn't know the exact age of the cold drink shop owner, he guessed that he had graduated for at least thirty or forty years. If he were not a fan of magic history, would he remember his knowledge when he was in school so firmly?
Chapter completed!