Chapter 604 The end of fifth grade

Felix's life was very fulfilling in the next few days.

"Is there anything else, Harry?"

"……without."

Felix groped his chin and looked at Harry's back, feeling that his mood was not right.

"Do you say that excessive use of the Guardian Spell will affect your mood?" He asked the Pipi Ghost who had just poked his head out of the wall to watch the fun. Pipi Ghost was trying to retract his body. He heard Felix's question, and he stopped awkwardly and replied, "I don't know, sir."

"I thought you understood a little bit," Felix shrugged. "When I was correcting the final exam, I saw a student carefully analyzing the similarities and differences between you and the Patron God structure. Professor Flewy smiled happily..."

Pipi Ghost was startled and almost fell from mid-air. He held his feet and circled in the air.

"I have no similarity with the Guardian, sir! It's completely different - those hateful little ghosts! They must be thinking about how to frame Master Pipi Ghost-" He flashed into the solid stone wall with no head turned back, as if he was going to trouble someone... Felix didn't know if he was pretending to be indignant.

"Forget it, we have a lot of things to do, Valen."

Felix said as he walked into the room, closed the door, and was lying on the sofa reading comic books, with a fiery red bird on his head.

This thing is an alchemy item, which Felix used as an early warning, is more flexible than a whistling spell, and can be triggered according to specific conditions - he was notified when Crab and Gole tried to break into his office, but the bird burned itself to a pool of black chocolate-shaped ashes after completing the early warning.

Felix made another one.

Valen unexpectedly liked it and thought that the bird was a bit like the Fox. For this reason, a bird cage was added to the office, and the fiery alchemy bird also pretended that it was really a bird.

"Do you want to go with me? Valen?" Felix asked in a well-dressed manner.

"Shi~"

"Okay, remember to take the bird and the snake for a walk, your weight has increased again... There are snacks in the cabinet, and if there are guests, please call me, do you know the trick? Knock the door handle with your magic wand three times..." Felix said tirelessly, and Valen waved his hand and signaled that he knew.

So Felix pushed open the bedroom door, walked through a sparkling film, and came to the depths of Classroom No. 7.

He was standing at the beginning of a fork, and it looked like a complete path had been split into two pieces, and then moved the second half here. Felix turned around and seemed to be able to see Valen, who was teasing birds on the sofa. He closed the door, left a phantom of the door in place, and then walked forward.

The road was not long. Various defensive magic and warning magic were arranged along the way. When he arrived at the end of the road, there was a fog in front of him. Felix reached out to grop up and down in the air, as if there was something really inside. Then he pulled hard and took out a lock from the air.

Felix took out a bright key from his pocket, stuffed it into the lock core, unzipped it, and the mist dissipated, revealing a two-story building.

Inside is a modern office with white, integrated walls, smooth and visible floors, and no obvious lighting facilities are visible around them, but the room is full of light. In the center of the office, three or four feet above the ground, a huge wetrosnake floats, connected to the head and tail. It is slowly rotating.

"Let me think about my work today, the first step is-"

Felix shook the emerald ring, and a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air, roughly divided into several categories, and the extra large blanks indicate that more content will be added.

"First a good quality ghost coffee."

A cup emerged in the air.

"Very good," Felix took a sip, "Next - it's an emotional test." He raised his head, and his index finger gently tapped the scales of the webutobos. The dark green opaque scales immediately turned into transparent silvery white, revealing the things inside.

Voldemort's body was floating in the air, his limbs and head hung weakly. A dark green snake tail was inserted into his chest, which looked like it was pierced through. In addition to the snake tail on his chest, there were more than a dozen tiny magic pipes connected to him, sealing the magic in his body layer by layer.

If an outsider breaks in, he will definitely think that there is an evil black wizard entrenched here.

Felix's eyes were flashing with strange brilliance. He seemed to be talking to himself and murmured: "I don't know if you have thought you would have such a day, Tom, but I believe you can understand it, right? After all, this is the perfect interpretation of your philosophy-"

"Magic means power."

Felix reached out his hand and wisps of blue smoke emerged from the corner of the very modern room. The blue smoke gathered into his hand, looking like a blue glass ball. Felix held it, his fingers passed through the silver transparent webuton, and with a light flash, the blue ball melted into Voldemort's body.

"Some people are addicted to beautiful dreams and unwilling to wake up, while others are in a slump due to huge failures and hide and dare not see people. Which one would you do?"

Just then, a knock came from outside the door.

"Professor Hepp?" Hermione said in her voice, and the door opened, "Oh, professor, I want to ask if I need to correct the test paper--"

Hermione blinked, and she lowered her head and saw a furry sniffing yawning.

"Valun?"

Hermione squatted down awkwardly and asked Valen, "Is the professor here?"

"Shi!"

Sniff pointed to the room.

Hermione followed her in, the office was empty. She felt a little disappointed, "Can I wait for the professor here?" After receiving a positive answer, she walked over, sat on the sofa, and looked around.

She hadn't been here for almost a while, but the office had not changed much. She saw the green plants she gave were placed on the small square table and it grew very well, which made her feel good. Then she found that the cabinet against the wall reflected. At first she thought it was glass, but it seemed that it was not. There was more than one reflective point.

Hermione stood up and walked to the cabinet. She covered her mouth in surprise. There were more than a dozen wide-mouthed bottles behind the glass door. Each one contained a ball of silver mist, like a work of art. If you look closely, you will find that the mist occasionally condenses into a stag...

Is it Harry's patron saint?

She looked at it for a while, sat back on the sofa, looked along the green plants, and placed a few of the test papers that had been revised.

Hermione felt a little itchy, and she sat on the other side and opened the test paper.

It is the fourth-grade ancient magic literature final exam paper. Of course, she didn't come to correct the papers. That was just an excuse. She had other things, but-

I am idle, and maybe she can help her so that she can strive to get a valuable conversation when the professor comes back?

Hermione picked up the test paper and began to correct it seriously. The knowledge on the test paper was very simple for her. She deliberately left a few subjective questions for Professor Hayp to look through the other parts. Before she could read it for a long time, she couldn't help but frown, "How can something go wrong here? It must be sloppy... and there is another... and there is another, my god, who is this person? I want to see his name..."

After reading the comics, Valen slipped down the sofa and ran to the bird cage to take a look. It stuffed the greedy snake into it, so that the little snakes could not run around. After they looked at each other through the cage for a while, Valen withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, took out a bottle of dandelion juice from the cabinet, thought about it, and took out another bottle.

It walked to Hermione, handed one of the bottles to Hermione, and squeezed into her arms, and the two of them looked at the test paper together.

"Shi!" it screamed.

"What's wrong?" said Hermione, still staring at the test paper, Valen took out his exclusive wand from his pocket and pointed it in one place.

"Uh, it's really wrong here."

Hermione lowered her head in surprise and looked at the smug Valen drinking the juice with a straw. Time passed by little. Hermione reached out and rushed to waste. She had finished the match. She rubbed her sour neck and looked up.

"The professor hasn't come back yet?"

Valen pointed at the bedroom door again. Hermione was a little confused, so Valen simply jumped down and trotted to the bedroom door. He tiptoed to try to use his exclusive wand to reach the door handle.

"You want to go in?"

Hermione came over and she didn't think the professor was inside. No one came out of the test papers they had compiled for the whole morning, unless... unless the professor was sleeping in... When she thought of this possibility, the expression on her face was a little dull.

She won't guess it?

Valen knocked on the door handle three times with great effort, and the door automatically popped open. Hermione was afraid that she would see a professor lying on the bed, wearing pajamas and messy hair, but she glanced at a silver flash with her eyes.

She stared at the bedroom door, and a transparent film blocked the way. The scenery inside was very blurry, making people unable to see it. She stretched out her hand-

"It's better not to touch it."

A voice said, Hermione was startled and quickly turned around and stared at the blank portrait standing in the corner. Then a figure flashed in, blinking light blue eyes, and staring at her with bright eyes.

"Miss Granger? Can you please help me?"

"Uh, OK, professor—?"

"Call me Felix, I haven't taught you any knowledge. Have you seen the lower right corner of the canvas, the bowl containing a bunch of grapes... Did you see it? Very well, a rash ghost defiled it with his dirty hands, I really can't stand it..."

Hermione stared at her eyes and said in a panic: "Oh, Felix? What should I use--"

"Don't use sleeves! Use a magic wand, a very simple spell, I'll tell you."

After a moment, Felix in the frame whistled loudly, stuffed a grape into his mouth, showing a comfortable expression.

"You can't imagine how many strange people you will encounter when you hang the portrait on Saint Mungo, with a dagger stuck in your head - God knows how he survived; and his nose was blasting fire, and I guess it was covered with excessive fire dragon blood - I've also seen an old wizard who spits bubbles like a fish. He happened to have bad breath, and the bubbles exploded on the face of the therapist who was receiving him. The little girl cried so sadly... Do you want one?" he asked holding a grape.

"No, thank you." Hermione suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

"Oh, you can't eat it either." The portrait followed her words: "Thanks to meet you, I hate the smell of disinfectant. My body thinks I'm nagging and always makes me shut up. He also threatened me to find someone to draw a chewy look. Is that for people to wear? I have only seen it on horses!"

Hermione secretly looked at him and chatting with the talkative and talkative professor was a very novel experience.

"Felix? You just reminded me not to touch that thing..."

"Yes, you don't have permission. If you put your hand on it, bang!" he said in surprise, "you'll fall into the trap."

Felix's portrait was nude at the cabinet against the wall. Hermione immediately glanced at the cabinet in fear after hearing this. She was worried that she would be put into a wide-mouthed bottle. It was estimated that the Weasley Brothers would be generous, but she really didn't have the courage to try.

When she turned around, she found Valen leaning her head into the transparent magic barrier. Hermione pointed at Valen in surprise, and the portrait said with a relaxed look: "Don't worry, this little guy has authority. Just let it go if you have something to do, but I think he should know - look, I'm right." The portrait said.

Hermione saw a vague figure getting closer and closer, tall and short black hair.

With one hand, he picked up the silver film, as if he was lifting a curtain, Felix looked at Hermione in surprise, "Miss Granger?" He jumped out flexibly, and Hermione vaguely saw a winding and glowing path.

"Where is... Classroom 7?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Felix nodded without explaining much.

He quickly figured out Hermione's purpose, "Do you want to find out the result of that duel?"

"I didn't see the follow-up report in the newspaper, it's a bit strange, right? I mean, Voldemort's fall must be a big deal, everyone is looking forward to reading the news of victory, but nothing..."

"The news is always lagging behind, Miss Granger." Felix shook his head and said, "This matter is under the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic. At least Ms. Bones has not revealed her ideas yet. She is planning to catch all the remaining Death Eaters and the Dark Wizard in one fell swoop."

"Oh," Hermione suddenly realized, she thought for a while, and said slowly: "There are also prophecies about Harry--"

"Harry asked you to ask?" Felix looked at her calmly.

"No, it's me-" Hermione opened her mouth.
To be continued...