The next morning, Felix attended class as usual, and there were naturally some people who were still alive. He would not care too much. At most, he checked for the new defensive measures added to the school this year. Professor Flewy and Professor McGonagall have been busy for a long time.

They were guarding against the Death Eaters, and used the spell class to teach Flevy, saying, "The mysterious man regarded Principal Dumbledore as a thorn in his side during the First War! Who knows what he will do this time?" Of course, when Felix and Snape chatted privately, they believed that Voldemort would not deliberately attack the students.

What he wants is rule, not massacre. But there is a saying that Flevy is right. There are indeed many people in the school that Voldemort hates. In the past, Dumbledore, now there are more students who embarrass him, including Felix, Harry, Ron and Hermione. If it is more broad, the little wizard from the Muggle family and teachers and students who do not recognize his cruel ideas can also be included in this group.

Voldemort would not deliberately target the people behind him, which was after he controlled the British magic world, and was part of his "magnificent cause", but anyone who was a little smarter would realize that if Voldemort planned to do something, no matter who his goal was, he would not impose kindness on innocent people.

Therefore, defensive measures are very necessary.

"No need to say, you know the exam in June next year. Yes, this year has finally come," Felix said in the fifth-grade ancient magic text class: "I guess you have been hearing similar statements since last year, like a countdown, ticking in your mind."

"It's actually third grade." Ron whispered, "because we have a good friend, her name is Miss Wanshit."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"In general, you are lucky. The ancient magic literature courses were divided into practical exams this year, and there were no clear requirements before, which means that this year's exams will not be too difficult, and the scope of assessment is relatively narrow."

The students below listened attentively. Generally, at this time, every word the professor said is worth memorizing because it is very likely to be related to the exam.

And this year is the year of O.W.Ls!

"Magic puppets, the three most common categories of the seven types of spectators, and magic card... In addition, it is related to what we are going to talk about today: from now until Christmas, you will learn to make twelve amulets."

"The core of each amulet is a set of magical script circuits. Of course, the real situation is much more complicated, because the stability and service life of magic must be considered... Today, what we want to learn is a kind of amulet that resists dark creatures. You will find that the core of the entire magical script circuit is built around the light magical script."

"You are not unfamiliar with this knowledge, but there is no question of how in-depth it is. Today's course will help you better understand and consolidate these contents." Felix paused and looked down: "You should have a magic booklet in your hands, right?"

The students nodded in unison.

"Very good. In addition to some basic theories, this booklet also fully analyzes an ancient magic lighting technique. I have talked about this magic in the Magic Literature Club. The core of the lighting technique is the Light Magic Literature. In addition, the Light Fire Curse, which is highly praised by the Anti-Black Magic Association, also uses this Magic Literature... In general, it has become a very representative symbol, in other words, the test point."

A bold student couldn't help asking: "Professor, will this magical text appear on the O.W.L exam?"

Felix blinked: "All I can say is, there is a great possibility. Mr. Thomas."

He waved his wand and a large piece of handwriting appeared on the podium. "The production method is in the textbook, and the blackboard is a precaution." He waved his wand again, and a cluster of white smoke emerged from the tip of the wand and hung in the air, forming a series of continuous pictures. "The picture of making amulets is for your reference."

The students below are not unfamiliar with this, but this is the first time they use it in the ancient magical texts. They stare at the pictures in the air

A clean and slender hand held the magic text carving knife and they guessed that Professor Haipu should have fluently written burning magic texts on the chestnut board as big as a palm. The speed was very fast. Before the first magic text cooled down, the last one had been completed. The entire magic text circuit was connected together and a bright light burst out. When the light disappeared, the hand began to move again. They could only understand part of the next operation. After nearly three minutes, a talisman was made.

Next, the clouds and mist in the air suddenly freeze, the picture returns to the beginning, and a new round of cycles begins.

"I haven't seen it clearly yet"

"You have to read it in combination with the teaching materials and the precautions on the blackboard."

"So we just need to do it?" Harry said in surprise, "It would be great if the potion class could do this." The fifth grade potion formula has reached a higher level, and the steps are extremely complicated. A little negligence will turn the potion into a pot of waste water.

"Snape really should learn, not spend his thoughts on how to deduct our points." Ron couldn't help complaining.

"I think Professor Binz needs it too." Semo spoke from the side. His words won a lot of congratulations. As we all know, Professor Binz can tell the thrilling fairy rebellion and giant war into boring technical reports. Many students formed conditioned reflexes, and the students at the bottom of his mouth were involuntary sleepiness.

When the classroom was quiet, Felix said: "I don't think you can make it successfully in one go, but it's always good to set your goals higher. Anyway, let's get started."

The students in the audience took out the magical text carving knife and chestnut board and began to try to make amulets.

Throughout the class, Felix walked around the classroom and pointed out various problems of the students. He found a phenomenon to be precise, it has been a while, and today it was just another repetition of Slytherin's students' attitude towards him was very awe.

This performance is completely different from before, and cannot be explained by observing classroom discipline. At least they recently met him in the corridor, and they would deliberately slow down their voices and appear extremely solemn, as if they were afraid of making jokes in front of him.

Felix originally thought that this awe came from the reputation of the old wand, but the Ministry of Magic had already helped him defy the rumors, but their attitude continued to increase. He even doubted whether they had known his new habit of "walking" in Hogsmeade these two days.

Even Gryffindor students can see this abnormality.

"It wasn't right for Slytherin's students from top to bottom." Ron said at noon, waving the fork in his hand: "I'd think they'd be colluding with Percy."

"What's up to Percy?" Harry asked.

"Percy is so busy! Of course he is so happy. I mean, he may have to be idle for several years in a row last year, but now there are ancient magic and cultural exchange activities, which is great news for him."

"Don't the Slytherin students still think that the professor has an old wand, right?" Hermione said: "Hasn't the professor clarified it?"

"Maybe he's too eager for honor," said Harry, who has experienced this more than Ron and Hermione, because he has played Quidditch for three years with Slytherin Academy and is familiar with their style.

The bad reputation of Slytherin Academy is related to many factors. For example, arrogance and love to talk about identity, but more because they form a trend from top to bottom, value honor too much, and use many small means to win when they are at a disadvantage.

"You are right," Nick, who almost lost his head, floated over. "In their opinion, Mr. Hepp is expected to become the principal of Hogwarts. I don't know who first came out, but this statement suddenly became popular at Slytherin College."

"But does this mean anything?" Harry asked.

"Oh, of course, of course." Nick, who almost lost his head, said: "Do you know how many principals from Slytherin College have historically come from?"

"Uh..." Harry couldn't touch his head. He looked at Ron. Ron looked at him with a blank expression like him. He looked at Hermione again. Hermione's expression was quite strange. He said uncertainly: "Maybe there are more than a dozen, right? Are there very few?" Nick, who almost lost his head, shook his head, and Harry added another question.

He knew one, Sirius' great-great-grandfather, known as the most unpopular principal in Hogwarts' history.

"Not very few, there is only one, Phoenias Black." Nick, who almost lost his head, revealed the answer.

"He's the only one?" Harry asked in surprise. He finally understood why Hermione's expression was so strange. She was almost going to memorize "Hogwarts, a School History".

"There are more than thirty principals, only one Slytherin, so you can imagine what kind of expectations they have... To be honest, I think Professor Black's rapid acceptance by Slytherin College may also be related to the sole Slytherin President, although later generations have not highly praised him."

"But isn't he the most unpopular principal?" Harry murmured.

"These two are not contradictory. Some of his practices during his tenure were indeed unpleasant, but at the beginning, Slytherin College celebrated, and President Black was placed with many expectations at the time." Nick, who almost lost his head, said: "Although even Slytherin College's own students could not stand him later."

"Then what he did to be angry and resentful?" Ron muttered.

"I can't say bad things about him behind my back. After all, he was the principal of Hogwarts. You can check it yourself." Nick, who almost lost his head, said, and he flew away.

At the dining table, Harry and the other two were stunned for a while and continued to lower their heads to eat.

"Is there any news?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Today? No." She said briefly.

"Has the International Wizards' Federation approved Professor Dumbledore's application yet?" Ron asked.

"It's not that fast, but the preparations have begun. In fact, whether they agree or not, the activity will continue, but the influence will decrease a lot." Hermione explained the truth to them, "and it will also reduce the promotion speed of ancient magic texts in other magic schools."

Harry suddenly coughed violently.

"Is this happening? Did I miss it?"

"It's obvious that the above mentioned the invitation of ancient characters experts and principals of other magic schools. Why do you think this is?" Hermione asked back.

After saying this, Harry and Ron understood a little.

"How is the 'pumpkin pie' lately, do you know?" After a while, Ron asked, "I'm only concerned with those homework, and I have to leave the only time for Quidditch to train." He moaned, "I understand what Fred and George said. O.W.Ls years will really make people reborn because it will peel off a layer of skin!"

"I asked Hedwig to send him a big bag of snacks," Harry said honestly. He didn't know if Hagrid had given him Glopp, because that thing wasn't enough for the giant to eat in one bite.

"Ah, so do I," Hermione sighed, "I wish he would be back soon, and Professor Grapland was obviously more popular."

"Professor Grapland has his own affairs," Ron said. "She has a small manor who has some magical animals in it. Fred said there is a large area of ​​fire crabs in her manor..."

Harry and Hermione looked at him at the same time.

"How did you know?"

Ron shrugged, "Fred and George are down a store in Hogsmeade. Professor Glaplan's estate is nearby. Once a few dovetails ran out of it, it was Fred and George who helped catch them back."

"Why haven't I seen that pet store in Hogsmeade?" Harry couldn't help asking.

“There is no shop, Professor Graplan only provides customized services, or exports to foreign countries. Every pet requires a special license.”

“Special License?”

"Yes, such as fire crabs, dovetail dogs, and evil birds, are dangerous, but not particularly dangerous. They can be used as wizard pets. Of course, children should not think about it. Charlie was particularly obsessed with transformed lizards for a while, but our family only has cats and goblins. Occasionally, you can see the thorny guys and the squids..."

On the weekend, Harry summoned members of the duel self-study group, and more people came than last year. Luna also came with her. As Ginny whispered to Harry, she was curiously looking at the house that would be answered, as if she had accidentally taken the wrong path.

"We will choose some content that is not taught in the classroom, such as the patron saint spell, magic magic, and some very practical spells, such as directional spells used to point out the direction, which we mastered during the Championship. And not only learned magic, but everyone can also sit down and chat, or occasionally go to the black lake to have a breath of wind." Harry explained to everyone his plan for the duel study group.

"Where is this?" Ginny asked.

"The house of all requests can provide us with training grounds, and most importantly, those equipment we can use at will without considering damage." Harry said immediately.

Everyone looked around with surprise, and under their gaze, rows of targets and mats appeared out of thin air. They watched all this with relish.

For a while, Harry, Ron and Hermione directed others to fire sparks with their wands, "Don't underestimate it, it can help you at critical moments." Ron said half-truely. Everyone here can make sparks come out of the wand, but it is not that easy to use it as a warning.

After the first event, they separated in front of the troll tapestry in the house of pleads.

"It's not bad, isn't it?" said Hermione.

"Yes." Harry said vaguely. He didn't want to explain what he felt like when he was alone with Ginny for two minutes. It felt like he was a thief. Anyway, neither he nor Ginny mentioned the topic of how to make the spark more concentrated and brighter, but Harry couldn't remember what he said in detail.

They went downstairs along the spiral stairs and prepared to go to the auditorium for dinner. At the corner from the third to the second floor, they heard noisy sounds coming from the foyer. They looked at each other and accelerated their pace at the same time. The sound became clearer, and it was the scream of a woman.

"What happened?" Ron said in shock.

Many people squeezed into the hall, densely packed, surrounding a central position, and talking endlessly. The people in the back row excitedly pulled their necks forward, Harry, Ron and Hermione struggled to pass through the crowd, "Just let, there are two seniors here!" Ron shouted loudly.

"Who isn't?" Draco Malfoy said in his ear.

Ron was startled and then showed a disgusting expression, "Why are you here?"

"Watch the fun," Draco said slowly, "or, using your excuse, I am performing the duties of the chief?"

Ron blushed.

Harry didn't say anything. He saw Professor Heip at first sight. The professor stood seriously in the crowd, as if he was in extremely difficult trouble. But the professor was not the center of the incident and he was just a bystander. Harry turned his sight and looked at the two women surrounded by the middle. Muggle Studies professor Caridi Bubage yelled at Professor McGonagher, "Let me go, Minerva, let me go!"

"I don't agree." Professor McGonagall said dryly, "President Dumbledore would not agree either."

Professor Bubaji was dragging two boxes next to him, stuffed in a bulge, and it seemed that she was all her belongings. Harry listened to him for a while and learned from the crowd that Professor Bubaji had no idea why he suddenly wanted to leave school.

"Professor Bubaji is not in good condition recently." A third-grade girl said sadly.

"She is in a trance..."

"Maybe I want to finish that new book too much," said a well-informed student.

In the center of the foyer, Professor McGonagall grabbed Bubaji hard and said sternly: "Keridi, if you are imprisoned in Muggle prison, you will be worried..."

"Oh, not because of this." Professor Bubaji sobbed.

"What's the reason?"

Professor Bubaji's eyes suddenly widened and stared at the dim sky without any sense of invisible things, as if there was something invisible to pounce down and capture her. She trembled and said, "It's simply a nightmare... I, I've become a squint!"
Chapter completed!