The little wizards were discussing enthusiastically that as fifth-grade students, they rarely came into contact with such interesting courses - every professor was forcing their potential as much as possible.

Of course, to some extent, this is also the debt they owed in the previous four years.

In the corridor, Warren Pardis said to his friend with some annoyance: "I can actually win, but I'm not very lucky."

"You are too radical. You have answered at least ten questions wrong," his friend replied.

The little wizards walked out of the classroom in a bustling manner, and Felix rubbed his slightly sour fingers.

The "stage effect" of this knowledge competition was all made by him, one by one, one by one. From the nine-cluster grid, to the change of scores, to the color feedback of correct and wrong answers, he was all in charge.

"I made a mistake and I will change it to a ten-standard next time."

In the afternoon, Felix tried it in the sixth and seventh grades respectively, and the results were excellent - even the "specially poor student" of ancient magical literature remained awake enough in the classroom.

This made his thoughts clear.

"You can do more of this type of game-style teaching in the future, but the premise is to make sufficient preparations." In the evening, Felix weakly inserted a piece of potatoes with black sauce. After a day, he felt a little weak.

As the number of spells accumulated to a large extent, his spell casting number today was significantly exceeded.

Common room.

The twins Fred and George are controlling the magic puppets to fight. They have learned the second and third set of practical magic texts.

This made their battle very ornamental. Every time the magic puppet in Fred fist, it would emit a circle of lightning, making a "crackling" sound. Because Li Qiaodan got too close, his hair stood up one by one.

George on the other side did not give in too much. His magic puppet was a very popular "fire man". Whenever he used the iconic "big fireball", he would attract a lot of praise.

At this time, Percy Weasley came in from outside the lounge. He had just completed the inspection mission. As soon as he saw him, Ron in the corner turned his head neatly.

The two were still in a cold war.

"Ron, have you not made up yet?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Unless he apologizes to me," Ron said stubbornly.

Harry sighed, and he didn't want to say much, after all, Ron was like taking the blame for the three of them and losing face.

"Hey! Percy, I heard you got tens from Professor Hepp today?" asked a Gryffindor.

Percy straightened his chest with a reserved look, making his predecessor badge more visible, "Yeah, Professor Hayp tried new teaching methods, and I have to admit that he is a very wise man."

"You also defeated Slytherin!"

Percy said modestly: "It's just a competition, say one more thing, ten-point system, I'm nine points ahead of my opponent."

The Gryffindors were again amazed. Percy is worthy of being a top student who has obtained 12 certificates.

"Leading nine points!" Ron repeated with disdain.

Harry quickly changed the subject, "Hermione, did you ask Professor Hepp about the Basilk?"

Hermione shook her head, "I rarely see professors from Monday to Friday." Unless there are papers that she needs to correct.

"But it's too late to drag it to the weekend!" Harry said unwillingly, "If an attack occurs in the middle..."

He smashed the table hard, which shocked the two little wizards passing by. They glanced at Harry in fear and quickly passed by him.

"Look, they all think I'm the murderer!"

"Harry, why don't we go to Professor Hepp now?" Hermione looked at him carefully.

Harry looked at the wall clock and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. "Let's go tomorrow." He collapsed decadently on the chair, like a breathless ball.

They basically determined that the monster in the secret room was the Basilisk, and about Hermione's confusion - the Basilisk's eyes were lethal, but the two current attacks were just petrification - Harry also had his own speculation: the victims did not directly look at the Basilisk, Mrs. Loris was through the reflection of the accumulated water, while Colin Clivie was through the camera lens.

But whether this is correct remains to be confirmed, after all, there are too few samples.

At this time, Ron said to him: "Harry, is the magic puppet given to you by Professor Hepp in your schoolbag?"

"At." Harry replied weakly.

He practiced it a few times in private, but his skills were still a little worse. He was able to control the puppets to walk normally.

"Why don't we try?" Ron glanced at Percy in the crowd.

"Here?" Harry was unsure of his mind.

Hermione's eyes lit up. She had long wanted to try it. She had a special liking for this look when the open class started.

Ice blue hair and delicate and cute face hit her heart perfectly.

"Maybe... this is not a good choice..." Hermione said erroneously, but she did not stop Harry from taking out the magic puppet from her schoolbag.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Fred walked over with his arms around George's shoulder.

"Oh, it's just a magic puppet." Ron said in a calm tone.

Fred was surprised when he saw the puppet in Harry's hand, "This is not an ordinary puppet." Judging from the appearance alone, the two are completely incomparable.

"Thank you by Professor Happ," said Ron.

Fred picked up the magic puppet, "This thing..." He glanced at George, "I could hardly feel its magic fluctuations, which were more exquisite than Digory's ghost doll - even more different from what we had removed."

"You've also demolished it-"

"Shh!" Fred raised his finger, "Small sound, this is the little secret between us and Professor Happ..."

George took the puppet and said casually: "Once we broke the magic puppet in our hands."

"It was 'accidentally' broken, and we were very scared at the time-" Fred said.

"Worried about being deducted points, I'll be put into confinement-"

"Or hang it up and use a whip dipped in cold water-"

"So we apologize with trembling fear—"

"And what? What punishment did you receive?" Ron asked.

"No, Ronnie," Fred blinked, and smiled badly, "The professor said we have a talent for alchemy and added ten to each of us, but-"

George sighed, "When we put the second damaged puppet part in front of him, he forced himself to not give us points."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

George looked at this extremely exquisite magic puppet and exclaimed from time to time. Finally, he gave Harry: "What's amazing, what have you done?"

"Yes-" Ron was about to speak, but Hermione stomped hard.

The twins looked at each other and shrugged.

Fred said: "Do you want us to demonstrate it for you? This puppet must have many new features, and I think you are not very skilled yet."

"Who said it! Harry, show your skills."

Harry pulled out his wand and, under his pull, the magic puppet stood up with a swaying sway.

Several little wizards looked over from afar.

Harry tried hard to control the magic puppet, but unfortunately, it could only sprinkle ice-blue snowflakes at best.

"Harry, you don't have enough control." Fred said the reason.

Ha used his magic wand to point at the magic puppet, and he felt that he had touched its core. So he focused all his attention and tried to awaken the silent magic script circuit.

His magic power touched a world of snow and ice. The sharpness and coldness made him feel as if he had eaten ten popsicles in one breath, and his consciousness seemed to be frozen.

Harry's face turned purple from cold, and he exhaled a breath of coldness.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron stood up in a panic. At this moment, anyone could see something was wrong with him.

However, the next second—

"Shit and shit!"

The magic puppet suddenly lit up, light blue ice crystals fell one after another, and the temperature around it dropped sharply. "She" suddenly raised her arm, and a series of ice-blue icicles rose from the ground, and the cold air spread around like a rolling wave of air.

Several people watched the scene in amazement.

In front of the magic puppet as big as a palm, a row of half-person-high icicles extended seven or eight meters away, completely freezing the door of the public lounge.

The cold fog filled the ice, and the little wizard in the public lounge sneezes together.

At the same time, Professor Haipu, who was far away in the office, was drinking tea in a small sip, and was happily reading an ancient alchemy book.
Chapter completed!