Felix and Dumbledore opened their eyes at the same time, and the professor in the room looked at them nervously.

"Are you whispering?" Sirius asked in a bad tone, "We stared at the eyes like fools for five minutes."

Snape waved his sleeves in disgust and walked away.

This is true, because it is in someone else's dream, Felix did not use his thinking to accelerate, and as much time passed in the dream, it would take as long as it was in reality.

"You can understand that two therapists are discussing the condition and do not want to be disturbed by some clamoring guys." Felix said teasingly, "Have you not exhausted your energy by taking phantoms with those students all day?"

Sirius smacked his lips and murmured: "I should ask for a salary."

At this time, Professor Bubaji woke up from the bed. She seemed very flustered at first, but when Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked at her through the lens, she quickly calmed down and made Felix amazed.

"Caredy, I don't want my words to sound like accusation, but you really shouldn't take on these troubles alone," Dumbledore said softly. "You can always ask for help at Hogwarts."

Professor Bubaji took a deep breath with a trembling breath, tears remained, and she covered her face and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mrs. Pomfrey walked up and handed her a steaming cup, "Dear, drink the hot chocolate and it will make you feel better." She took it, took a sip, and whispered, "I'm so stupid..."

"Carey, what the hell happened? I heard part of the students, but their statements were too ridiculous, squin? It's impossible." Flevy squealed, "maybe we can help."

"It's the shadow." A low and slow voice echoed in the ward: "I saw many wizards, shadows, but I couldn't see their faces clearly..."

"Are you talking about the ancient magical exchange event held in Hogsmeade?" Professor McGonagall said bluntly: "Thank you, Sybil, I can't pretend I didn't see this news in the newspaper...October 27, three weeks are still there."

"Of course not!" Trelawney shouted, as if insulted, staring at Professor McGonagall: "I had expected that there would be twists and turns in that exchange... Fate warned me, and I was talking about another thing..."

"Then can you explain it more clearly?" Professor McGonagall asked patiently, holding back a snorkeling from his nose.

"Well... Tianmu is not allowed to be abused, but...yes, I did see something," Trelawney tried to open her eyes wide, raised her head, her lenses flashed, and said in a deliberately trembling voice: "It seems like an island, no, it may be a castle..."

Others were not interested in listening, and they focused on the people on the hospital bed again.

Professor Bubaji's lips were squirming, hesitating, not knowing how to speak. No one urged her, and then she finally opened her mouth: "It's my own reason - I learned some knowledge from the Muggle world, but I became suspicious of myself... Yes, I was a fool."

"My thoughts changed a few times in the middle," she said softly: "About two years ago, I first came into contact with similar knowledge. It was a book called "The Biography of Mendel". Some of the views in it coincided with my long-standing ideas," she glanced at Dumbledore quickly, "You know, I object to the 'pure-blood superiority theory'... Of course, Muggle books don't mention wizards, but the meaning is similar."

Then she began to unconsciously say some strange nouns, such as "Mendel", "pea test", "gene" and "hybrid", which made the people around her confused. They looked at Dumbledore and then Felix.

"In a word, it is the vocabulary created by Muggles when studying the grand theme of 'life'." Felix summarized.

Several professors suddenly realized that it would be much easier to understand.

Professor Sprout looked at Professor Bubaji, "No wonder you often chatted with me for a while, and it sounded like you were studying people as plants."

"Plant? How can humans be like plants?" Professor Sinista shook his head.

"It's not all," Professor Bubaji retorted, "that book was only used for enlightenment. Their research methods were still very simple at that time, and it has only been enriched in the past decade... I mean, Mendel was a person from the nineteenth century."

Felix blinked and said, when was Principal Dumbledore born? He felt that this idea was a bit offensive and rationally did not speak out.

"If I were to evaluate you, you were already ahead of many people, Caridi," Dumbledore said softly, "But... how did you put yourself in danger?"

"I, alas." She sighed, "two years ago, I attended a Muggle Research Conference, which was eventually interrupted by an unexpected interruption, resulting in the opportunity to publish the paper I had completed in a hurry. Before that, Professor Haypu had advised me that my research would arouse collective opposition from pure-blooded wizards. I didn't listen much..."

She sniffed, "I am optimistic that as long as I study it deeply enough, I can gain the upper hand in foreseeable disputes and leave them speechless with irrefutable evidence."

Professor Bubaji said embarrassedly:

"Later, my research fell to a standstill, so I turned to Muggle books that had given me a lot of inspiration. I bought cutting-edge professional books, magazines, papers, and reading. My progress was very slow, and there were too many uncommon words and logical relationships that were circling around... To be honest, at the beginning, I didn't think Muggles would make any amazing achievements... I just wanted to find new ideas and improve my theory. But as the research deepened, I discovered a terrible fact: Muggles' research on the essence of life has no magic, and there is no word... But their theories were unexpectedly self-consistent... I was very unconvinced and wanted to find the flaws. Alas, the nightmare happened like this."

Her eyes were filled with fear, and she trembled with a large sip of hot chocolate. The fragrance-emitting liquid brought her courage, and she began to tell the most crucial part.

"Although my reason is repulsive, the subconscious mind has accepted these theories, and my research direction has changed quietly: I hope to be compatible with these two views. I mean, pinching them together... I am overestimating my ability... As a result, my mind is completely confused," Professor Bubaji trembled, his eyes flashed with a confused look: "It's strange that they have amazing similarities in some views, but others are completely opposite... I can't reconcile these contradictions, so I chose to visit Muggle biology experts during the summer vacation, but this has even more terrible consequences. I actually began to doubt magic... In the end, eventually..."

Her mouth was closed tightly and the ward became quiet.

Every professor fell into deep thought. Snape looked at Felix with a strange look. Although his face was as calm as a stone or a plant growing in the dark, his heart was fluctuating violently.

The boy almost cheated himself.

The Christmas gifts he gave himself! Those chemistry books! Although Felix gave the middle school students' experimental code, he accidentally passed by a bookstore in Spider-tail Lane during the summer vacation and bought several chemistry books on a whim. After reading them carefully, he found it helpful...

Snape's expression was unfathomable, and he leaned against the wall with his shoulders in his arms. No one could guess what he was thinking. He did see a lot of things in the chemistry books that were inconsistent with the wizard's opinion, but he was not stubborn because he knew from an early age that Muggles did not have magic power. Even if they handed the potion formula to those people, they followed the same steps, and the best result was to get a pot of smelly pus.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Professor Bubaji coldly, and he didn't even agree with his identity as a wizard. No wonder he was betrayed by his magic.

At this time, Sirius broke the silence in the room.

"Why have to worry about these issues?" he spread his hands. "James and I made a motorcycle change...I mean, going to the Muggle store, I'm exploring Death Eaters! That's right, that's it... At that time, we didn't even understand the purpose of the spark plug, but it didn't prevent us from keeping it, and I didn't think it was too annoying when I sat on it."

"That's two different things," Snape said.

"I think it's one thing," Sirius also subconsciously retorted: "Maybe you think you can master all the knowledge? You can do everything?"

Snape glanced at him coldly and ignored him: "Principal Dumbledore, if nothing else, I will leave first." After that, he walked out of the ward. After a few seconds, his very energetic voice sounded outside the door:

"Spray casting in the corridor is prohibited! Gryffindor deducts twenty!"

Sirius couldn't sit still, so he found a bad excuse to leave, and soon there was a fierce quarrel in the corridor.

"Severus Snape! Try deducting points randomly!"

"Ah," Dumbledore came back from deep thoughts and turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, you'd better go out and take a look and separate them before they make more noise. I don't want to see the news of Professor Hogwarts fighting on the headlines of the newspaper." After Professor McGonagall left, others also left one after another.

When the ward was left with Dumbledore, Caridi Bubage, Felix and Mrs. Pomfrey, Dumbledore explained the two most feasible treatments to Professor Bubage, and unexpectedly, she did not choose the seemingly easy method.

"I don't want to forget that knowledge," Professor Bubaji said hesitantly: "I will be more careful in the future!"

"If you insist," Dumbledore respected her choice, but warned her: "But you can't do similar research in the short term."

Professor Bubaji nodded cautiously.

"It is best to take Carredi to St. Mungo for a period of treatment. The environment here is still too simple and can only deal with conventional injuries." Mrs. Pomfrey suggested.

"But I don't want to be absent...I, alright," said Professor Bubaji.

Dumbley stood up easily: "That's it, please wait. I need a few minutes to explain to the students that their little heads are always full of all kinds of fantastic ideas, it's best not to let them play..."

He walked out of the ward and his brisk voice came from outside:

"...I happily declared...it would not have a long-term impact...it would be too tired and would take a few days off...it wouldn't take long, and I would give you a complete professor..."

In the ward, Felix was also ready to say goodbye and leave.

"Professor Hepp," Professor Bubaji hesitated and called him, "I'm sorry, I didn't follow your advice."

"This is something that no one expected," Felix said calmly: "I understand what you do: I found a corner of the treasure on the way forward, and it is difficult for normal people not to be moved." He expressed sympathy for Bubaji's experience, but more of it was self-reflection.

He thought about another question in his mind. If one day the wizard reveals his identity, in order to promote exchanges between the two sides, it is necessary to establish a place where wizards and muggles can coexist. It is like a test field, where all mature and immature ideas can be practiced...

Whether it is located in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, there are more practical factors to consider - such as the attitude of the Muggle government. But Trelawney's words gave him some inspiration, an island...

Felix thought about it, wondering if he could create it in the future?

...

Professor Caridi Bubaji did not stay in St. Mungo. She returned from the hospital after only two days of absence, which caused no turmoil among the students. As she re-entered her teaching, especially after showing the floating curse in class, the rumors that were already untenable were self-defeating.

Hogwarts Castle has returned to its calm. As October 27th is getting closer, the newspapers have begun to report related news in a long and long way, and photos of the Hogsmeade venue are constantly being published.

A student looked through the latest newspaper, which was a map of the unfinished site. Dozens of staff stood on a small open space in the middle of Hogsmeade village, directing the boards to appear in the right position.

"It looks like a huge open-air auditorium," said the student who read the newspaper.

"It's better to say it's a duel." His companion corrected.

Their views are very representative. For this exchange activity, Hogwarts students have their own focus. They are automatically divided into two factions. One focuses on the communication itself, discussing who will come and what effect the activity will achieve; the other faction firmly focuses on the interlude of the exchange activity - the challenge link.
Chapter completed!