In the next two days, Felix found that he could always meet Felch on various occasions.

From the staff lounge, the ancient magical culture classroom, to the entrance of the auditorium, behind a pillar in the corridor, you can see his restrained and flattering face from time to time... Felix has been waiting for the news that the Weasley twins were locked up, but there was no movement at all. He estimated that Felch spent all his time thinking about how to "meet" him.

On the morning of the third day, Felch squatted at the door of the ancient magical literature office with an iron bucket, rag and other cleaning tools, and was busy with gasping.

"Hey..." Felch showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Professor Hayp, I saw that the door was a little dirty..."

"Come in and sit, Mr. Felch."

While refusing, Felch flashed in quickly, showing agility that was completely inconsistent with his age. When he saw Valen, who was entertaining himself on the sofa and controlling a bunch of colorful villains with his exclusive wand, his eyes seemed to be shining.

"Mr. Felch?" Felix called twice before he came to his senses.

Felch rubbed his hands and flattered, "You are so smart, and you are said to be able to write."

"Thank you," Felix said briefly, "Slam." He closed the door.

...

"I'm a squib, Mr. Happ." Felch whispered: "The squib means"

"I know the definition of the squin," Felix said. "We can get to the point faster because I find you seem to be struggling for a long time."

"Oh, okay, okay." Felch said pitifully: "Squin... Well, we are never valued. We are second-class citizens, not even as good as those domestic elves. At least they can use magic... You don't know, I have to carry kerosene lamps every day to fight wits and courage with those naughty and mischievous students who don't go home at night..."

"I remember the school purchased a batch of small magic lamps." Felix reminded him.

"Yes, yes, but the light is too bright to catch people." Felch said sly.

Felix remained silent. He did not want to comment on the war between Felch and his students. He only knew that Hogwarts needed someone to help maintain order, lock the door at night, and clear the castle in his spare time, so Felch was born.

Felch did a good job, but he also expanded his rights infinitely and repeatedly suggested that the school resume corporal punishment. The fundamental reason was naturally due to jealousy towards students.

At the same time, Felix also understood the reason why Felch came to the door.

"...We don't even have a birth record! If we want to prove our identity, we can only confirm by checking our parents' names... When I was ten years old and had not shown any magical ability, my family was very frustrated. When I was eleven, I naturally did not receive a notice from Hogwarts. They began to discuss sending me away and sending me to Muggle school, but they failed because there was a war outside at that time!" Old Felch said angrily: "There are people everywhere, and they were frightened, so they had to leave me... and pretend that there was no one like me, because I embarrass them, and no other relatives in the family came to the door..."

"Professor Heip, you can naturally know how much ridicule I have received. When I became an adult, I was wandering alone in the magic world. If Ms. Okbet had not encouraged me..."

"Idris Okbet?" Felix asked.

"It's her. She is a good person, better than anyone else. Unfortunately, she died ten years ago. It's such a good person who doesn't live long..." Felchi said emotionally.

Felix blinked, and he heard similar statements in the principal's office. The fat Slughorn ate the icing pineapple and lamented the unfortunate experience of one of his favorite students, Lily. Felix thought these words were completely sincere because Slughorn paid the price of a small bottle of Fuling agent.

The full name of Okbet in Felch's mouth, Idris Okbet, was her only well-known contribution to the founding of the Squid Support Association, which aims to help the Squids living in the magic world as much as possible...

Okebeth died ten years ago at the age of 113. But in Felch's mouth, he became "a good person doesn't live long"...

"More than 20 years ago, I was still working for people everywhere, and I couldn't even buy newspapers. I picked up what others had left every day until one day," Felch suddenly turned red and his eyes widened: "Do you know what I saw?"

“A recruitment notice?”

Felix outlined the image of a stubborn, stubborn, cynical, idle middle-aged man in his mind: he did a humble job and was filled with jealousy. Of course he had a better choice, but his entire childhood was spent in the magical world, and letting Felch leave was tantamount to kill him. He just scrambled to live like a day when the middle-aged man got a newspaper that completely changed his destiny from a trash can or from a wizard on the street.

Seeing the recruitment notice above, there was Felch, the administrator of Hogwarts Castle.

"That's right! I'm still here at Hogwarts! Although it's thirty years late, I still came. I saw young students, sir, you don't know how jealous I am of them..." Felch looked crazy, half of his face twisted strangely and trembled, as if he was happy to reveal the dark secret in his heart for the first time.

Valen, who was playing with the colorful little man, was stunned and stared at Felch with an out-of-control expression. It looked at the big devil, and then Felch, not knowing whether to sneak out and call his cat over. His snot was about to drip into the iron bucket.

Fortunately, Felch took out a dirty handkerchief from his pocket in time. He blew his nose hard like an ventilated, and the corners of the handkerchief flew around. Felch raised his head, revealed his red nose, and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Heip, you are the few people in the school who have helped me, and I don't think it's necessary to hide it."

He met a pair of silver eyes, and silver light covered his pupils and whites. He had never seen such a scene before and could not speak in fear.

"Felch, do you know the definition of a squid?" Felix asked.

Felch felt inexplicably. He wanted to explain at the beginning of the conversation, but was stopped by Felix. As a result, Felch picked up the topic again. Felch thought he was mocking him, and his face became ugly.

"Like many concepts in the magic world, squin is a very broad concept, and we can define it from various angles." Felix said calmly: "A person who is a common definition of wizards who come from a wizard family but cannot show any magical abilities is called squins."

Felch looked at him blankly.

"Hai, Professor Haip?"

"I hope you can notice the subtle differences here. This is the key to maintaining the conversation." Felch's face showed a clear confusion, but he obediently shut up. Professor Happ's expression at the moment was a bit terrible. "Many parents are actually unable to determine whether their children are squids, and they can't quantify... What really made them give up was Hogwarts' notice. If they received it, it would naturally not be a squid. Even if his casting was very bad at the beginning... you actually had the experience of casting spells, right?" Felix asked suddenly.

Felch was stunned, he stammered and said, "I don't, no."

"No, you don't understand what I mean..." Felix's silver eyes stared at him, staring at the thin magic power in his body like a stubborn stone, but it was just an exaggerated metaphor. From any angle, magic and stone are two different things. They cannot be the same.

Felix murmured, "It's not a complete spell, but a tiny, occasional experience that you even think of as an illusion: fiddling with a small piece of paper, reducing some force before the cup is broken... Have you ever had this experience?"

"I..." Felch thought hard and looked thoughtful, "It seems to be... right!" He suddenly shouted, and scared Valen again. It raised its little wand to block in front. Felch tried his best to open his eyes, flashing with the light of memories. "I remember a particularly stubborn stain a few years ago. I used a whole bottle of detergent and didn't work. I just stared at it, staring at it... I was a little dazed, and then it disappeared... Does that count?"

He looked at Felix with anticipation.

"We can try it." Felix said with interest, jumping from his armchair as if he was staring at an interesting test piece.

Half an hour later, Felch left excitedly.

"Mr. Felch," Felix called him from behind, "Your magical response is too weak. If you don't mind, I want to ask."

"Oh, no, that's good enough for me," Felch smiled happily, holding a small wooden stick with a gem inlaid in both hands. "Even if you can only succeed once in ten times, it's a great thing for me!"

But not for me, Felix thought.

After careful study, he found that the magic fluctuations in Felch's body were much weaker than those in Valen. Even putting Valen and Felch together was a bit bullying. Although Valen sniffed, it was a normal sniff, not a sniffed sniff.

In terms of talent, it beats Felch.

Felix spent a lot of effort and finally added five "magnification circuits" to make a little work. In the final result, the small wooden stick in Felch's hand was inlaid with seven gems: one stored magic, five engraved with amplification circuit, and only the most was equipped with a real magic cleaning spell.

At present, it can only reach this level.

Felix pulled back his mixed thoughts and said calmly: "You misunderstood, Argus. I want to say that your situation is very typical. I am going to take time to study more similar cases. Of course, you should know some friends who have the same troubles as you now, right?"

Felch blinked his eyes and asked tentatively: "Do you want to know them?"

Felix shrugged, "You said too, the Ministry of Magic does not have their names. It is not easy to find them..."

Close the door, Felix sat on the sofa and played crackling cards with Valen.

But his thoughts had already flown to other places.

Squin has always played the role of an invisible man. In contrast, the Ministry of Magic has recently introduced preferential policies, and the practice of attracting werewolf to register actively is enough to show their attitude.

Of course, a Felch is not important, but the group of squibs is naturally connected to the magical world and the ordinary world. If one day the wizard world is forced to be revealed, the most suitable candidate for traveling between the two worlds Felix could think of is the group of squibs.

Felix seemed to see the second trump card waved to him... Well, he decided to ignore it for the time being. Voldemort is still alive now. He intends to throw his early work to employees of the "Future World" company.

I have to find something for them.

"Ji! (You lost!)"

Felix came to his senses and saw Valen take out a small notebook from his pocket and record it quickly, 'On a certain year, month and day, the Great Demon lost to the genius for the first time...' Felix confiscated the notebook in anger.

"This game doesn't count, I'll play another hundred games!"

...

In the last ancient magical text class before Christmas, Felix looked at the students who were completely indifferent to attend the class.

"Professor, Professor Flevy allows us to move freely in class." A student boldly hinted. His words attracted a low voice of congratulations, "Yes, professor, you only need to leave two minutes to assign homework in the last two minutes." Another student said with courage.

Felix looked at them with a smile, "It's not impossible. I'll assign homework first. If you think you should be free to move for the rest of the time, I completely agree..."

There were already a series of depressing cheers from the audience, and the two students who spoke enjoyed the heroic gaze.

"Because some students cannot cast spells during the holidays, I will not leave any practical homework. The whole content is on the 'ans answering parchment', you will find a new gift sign on it... the one hanging on the Christmas tree, yes, that's your holiday homework."

The students opened the parchment one after another.

Harry stared at the 'Christmas Tree' and was stunned: There was a little lion under the tree, looking stupid. It kept jumping up, spreading its claws to pull down the gift box hanging on the branch, but it naturally took in vain.

There is also a pattern of a luminous wand next to the gift box.

He turned his head and saw Hermione poking her wand happily, and the gift box on the tree fell down immediately, and was pounced on by the anxious little lion. "Bang!" The little lion was flooded with the test paper.

"It's very innovative, isn't it?" she said happily.

"Yes, it looks quite festive." Harry muttered, no trace of joy was seen from his face.

"You know, O.W.Ls year." Felix said happily on the podium. After a while, he pretended to have just seen the bleak atmosphere in the classroom. "Oh, don't do this, I always hope you can learn happily... This way, I can give you a chance."

All students raised their heads.

"If you can prove to me that you have indeed mastered this part of the knowledge, my homework is just to make you repeat meaningless labor...I can consider reducing it appropriately." Felix said with great care and sinisterness, "I specially prepared an exam, which is not necessary. It is really not good to have an exam before Christmas..."

The students who were yelling to move freely just now were silent. They stared at each other for a long time, and finally looked at Felix.

"Distribute the test papers quickly, professor!" a student shouted.

This speech basically marked the end of the open and secret struggle between professors and students, and the students were defeated.

Of course, they also think it's worth it.

Harry spread out the thick test paper and was about to answer the questions, but Hermione made the test paper "hurrying". He couldn't help but glance at the side and found that Hermione was quickly browsing the whole picture of the test paper, with a happy look on his face. Harry was in a state of mind and followed suit. He soon discovered a secret.

The test paper was divided into ten parts, including translation, reasoning, and examining the steps for making twelve amulets. Thinking of the professor's explanation just now, Harry immediately started from the part he was good at. Ron on the side just answered the questions in a dull manner. Ha used his mouth to signal that he didn't notice it, so he had no choice but to give up.

Time passed little by little, and there was only the subtle rustling sound of quill rubbing parchment in the classroom, which sounded pleasing to the eye.

Finally, the bell rang.
To be continued...