Chapter 633 An uneasy night

"We have learned a series of related concepts, magic symbols, magic circles, magic sequences-" Felix said while revealing the concepts he mentioned.

A single flame magic text transforms between beating golden and red characters and a ball of flame;

The magical script circuits that have just been shown that can reduce weight are like wind chimes that are adorned together, swaying gently in the wind;

And the golden hollow spherical structure that appeared at the end, with a large number of magic symbols engraved on the surface of the sphere, with exquisite structures, like a three-dimensional puzzle, or they were originally a whole. Harry suddenly remembered the scene of Hermione's cat Crucker Hill playing with yarn balls.

“—Would anyone outline the differences for us at a higher level?”

This question is obviously a bit difficult. Even Hermione bit her lip and thought hard about the answer, but did not raise her hand immediately as usual.

"No one?" Felix looked around the classroom, "give everyone a few minutes to think."

The student took advantage of this time to move slightly. Harry put his body on the back of the chair and stared at the golden magic ball. He thought that it suddenly played a role and sucked the students in the classroom one by one... Just a few years ago, hundreds of dementors were sucked into a rotating ball without any resistance in front of him, and then a palm burned with flames...

Harry's consciousness suddenly became clear.

"Time is up." Felix said, looking at the students below, these people's eyes dodged frequently. At this time, Hermione hesitated to raise her hand. "Very good - Miss Granger?" The other students breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had come back to life.

Hermione stood up.

"I think it should be 'completeness'?" she replied in a rare uncertain tone.

"Expand it." Felix said encouragedly, her blue eyes blinked, and Hermione, who had been staring at the professor's face, realized that she had been confused. She passed the vague thoughts in her mind and said at a very slow speed.

"If you compare ancient magic with modern spell systems, then a complete magic sequence and a spell should be the same in status, and they are complete magic, such as lighting and 'fluorescence flashing'." Hermione said as she thought, "although the two are completely different in terms of difficulty."

"If the above statement is true, the magic structure under the magic text sequence is like a broken spell and cannot exist independently. This is true. According to the knowledge learned in the past, the magic text circuit must be carved on a tangible carrier to exist. Generally, it is necessary to use tool engraving knives and chestnut chips... and the individual magic text symbols are more obvious."

"Single Magical Text, Loops, Sequences... This is a process of continuous improvement until you have the Book of Magical Text-"

Hermione paused and stopped talking.

She suddenly figured out a question - why was ancient magic not promoted in ancient times? It was eventually replaced? In addition to the advantages of the modern magic system itself, another crucial factor was that at that time there were few researches on the first two (i.e., single magic text and magic text circuits). All young wizards had to start learning from dangerous ancient magic magic as soon as they got started. It is possible that the first challenge they faced in their lives was to master the complete magic text sequence without any foundation.

The professor's approach actually lowers the learning threshold of the entire system.

"Yes, Gryffindor plus twenty." Felix said briskly, "Now you know the first magic law: the law of integrity. Why don't you write it down?"

The students bowed their heads and took notes, and Felix paced among the students.

"I will add that the modern spell system, the gesture and ritual casting system left over from Africa, and the magical text casting system are essentially flexible use of magic." Felix lets the fingertips take turns to appear specific magic images, such as a cluster of flames, a stream of water, and a soft light.

"And the difference is-"

"Ancient magic used a single magic chunk as the smallest casting unit. It was like a syllable of a modern spell, or a dance step under the old African magic system. It only put the process of mobilizing and combining magic power outside, so we can intuitively feel... We once regarded a single magic symbol as a simple spell, which is not satisfactory, because the process of manifesting magic text is also accompanied by the participation of magic power and will."

"It's just that the functions of a single magic symbol are limited."

The students below exchanged their eyes excitedly. If there was a class that was the most interesting recently, it was naturally the part where Professor Haypu introduced them to ancient African magic - it was a scene worth remembering that the usually serious professor waved his arms openly and closed, and jumped left and right.

It felt like Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious and solemn, spreading his hair and dancing a fierce samba dance.

"I'll give a demonstration."

Hundreds of colorful ancient magical scripts appeared in the air, which flew in the air and bite them in pairs, and finally turned into more than a dozen magical script circuits of different lengths.

"Does it look familiar?" Felix asked slightly expectantly.

"Magic puppet." Neville whispered.

"Yes," Felix smiled, "These are the magical art circuits used on magic puppets. In the past, we used alchemy materials as carriers, but in fact..." Felix took out a small bottle and dark golden smoke gushed out from it. The smoke gathered together and gradually solidified into the shape of a human.

The magic script circuit floating in the air rotated and appeared on the Smoky Man's arms, joints, thighs, calves and torso. Then, a line suddenly lit up on the Smoky Man's arm.

A ball of flame roared over the student's head and disappeared the last second before hitting the wall.

"Deformed smoke," Felix shook the empty bottle in his hand. "Your senior Cedric Diggory sent it to me. I guess he wanted to advertise, but I'm embarrassed to say it. He also sent a copy to Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout... No matter what, this thing is quite practical."

Felix waved again under the gaze of everyone. The deformed smoke turned from a human form to a golden eagle about three feet long. It flew around the classroom and dropped flames from its claws. The students screamed and dodged, but the flames were taken away by Professor Happ before they even fell.

When the class ended, the students below seemed to have just finished the battle.

"Today's homework...you have heard a lot of new concepts, and you will probably be touched. Write down these ideas, even if they are just a few words. Use your imagination to your heart's content! Magic is pointing at this thing."

After class, Harry, Ron and Hermione stayed slowly.

Felix knew what was going on at a glance, and he asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Ron and Hermione glanced at Harry, who stammered and said what he saw at Mrs. Paddiff’s teahouse, focusing on the appearance and outfit of the old woman who was talking to Daphne, and then the three of them saw Professor Hepp fall into silence.

Harry was worried. He wanted the professor to realize that there was something wrong with the woman, but he didn't want to involve Professor Basharat.

"Professor, do you think she would be—"

"You want to say Miss Greengrass is confused?" Felix asked with a smile: "It is indeed possible. I want to go to the school hospital, so why not... together?"

"Okay." Harry said immediately.

In the school hospital, Daphne was eating apples happily while judging the time. At this time, she heard the sound of footsteps, and hurriedly lay down, covered the quilt on her head, and closed her eyes. After doing all this, she realized that there was something wrong, and there were too many people!

Even if Mrs. Pomfrey came with her sister, there would be no such messy footsteps. Could it be that there were other people coming to visit her?

The door was pushed open a crack. She pricked her ears and suddenly discovered that one of them was Professor Haypu.

"How is her condition?" Felix asked Mrs. Pomfrey.

"I need to stay for two days. Now I'm discharged from the hospital and I may be lost and unable to find my dormitory... I've never seen such careless people. Oh, I have to count you, Miss Granger, right? I remember when you were in the second grade-"

"Madame Pomfrey!" Hermione screamed.

Second grade? Daphne, who was hiding in the quilt, repeated in her heart, and then a furry cat's head appeared in her mind.

"Puchi!" She was overjoyed.

The ward suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Daphne lay on the hospital bed with a thorn in her teeth, not daring to open her eyes at all, but her face became burning and seemed to be dripping blood. She felt that she must have been found pretending to be asleep, and she wanted to faint. Fortunately, not long after, the conversation began again.

"Well, I heard that I was mistakenly accepting the bad blood grass?" Professor Haipu asked in an abnormal voice.

"Yes, I heard it was for drinking it soaked in water, but she thought it was parsley powder... These two things are quite easy to distinguish. I guess her herbal medicine must be very poor." Mrs. Pomfrey's voice approached, and then the sound of potions pouring into the cup came from the head of the bed.

"Is there any other reason, such as being hit by the confusion curse?"

Confusion spell? Daphne in the quilt was stunned. She was hit by the confusion spell?

"Felix, this is no joke! The ordinary confusion spell does not have this symptom..." Mrs. Pomfrey said uneasyly, not even noticed the potion overflowed, "her sister flipped a pack of seeds of bad blood grass in her pocket, and she herself... Oh my god, I'd better check it again."

"Wake up, little girl."

Daphne stretched out her waist as if she opened her eyes and asked blankly, "What's wrong?" Then she was startled, and the hospital bed was surrounded by a circle. Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at her, with Hermione wrapping her arms around her, and her expression was smiling. Professor Hepp sat alone on the side, lowering her head to play with her fingernails.

"Your face is very red. Is it a nightmare?" Hermione asked knowingly.

Daphne angrily stopped talking, snatched the cup and drank it on "Gudong Gudong" - "Oh, don't." Mrs. Pomfrey shouted, and she was choked. Her face turned redder.

"Miss Greengrass, I'm having some questions," said Felix. "Would you still have an impression of the person you met at Mrs. Paddiff's teahouse that day?"

"She is my aunt!" Daphne blurted out.

"Think about it carefully, which aunt can match her appearance, age, or yours?"

"I..." Daphne suddenly looked painful and rubbed her forehead, "I remember..."

Felix raised a finger and chanted softly: "The spell was eliminated." Daphne felt as if she had been poured with a basin of cold water, her body shook, and then she looked around in a daze.

"Do you still remember that aunt?"

"What aunt? I don't have an aunt at all! Oh my god, that hateful old woman!" Daphne screamed. "Do you remember what happened that day?" Felix asked.

"That day... Astoria and I went to Hogsmeade Village. She insisted on yelling to go to the Weasley Magic Trip Shop to purchase goods. I disagreed, so she left me and ran away! I was very angry at that time, and then... Then I felt someone patting me behind me, and it was that woman!" She suddenly said angrily: "I turned around - the woman said it was my aunt, I had no doubt at all, followed her into the teahouse, and she asked me to bring something-"

Felix stood up.

"It's already obvious that with Voldemort's fall, the safety measures in the school have also declined. After all, you can't keep it tight. Miss Greengrass, suggests that you talk to Principal Dumbledore, he will make arrangements to prevent such things from happening. You can postpone the assignments today."

Harry chased after him.

"Professor," he said breathlessly, "the woman obviously had bad intentions."

Felix did not speak. To explain clearly the origin of "Nichol Noel", Grindelwald would inevitably involve, and his identity was kept confidential.

"What kind of person do you think Professor Basharat is?"

"What kind of person?" Harry repeated in confusion and said embarrassedly: "He is pretty good." He guessed in his heart whether the professor suspected that this matter was related to Professor Bashar al-Barshat. Harry had actually thought about this issue, but Professor Bashar al-Barshat seemed to have no intention of hiding it. After all, he even told himself the secret of the saints...

"Even if he puts you in custody?"

"What--uh, yeah, it's not actually a confinement, we just talked about my recent papers and magic," Harry said.

"Thesis and magic." Felix smiled, turned and left, leaving Harry in a daze.

As far as Felix knows, after teaching this year's course, Grindelwald will be sent back to Newmont Gaardburg to continue serving his sentence. The old man is not like a worker in vain. He must have his own purpose. Thinking about it now, he seems to hope that Harry can inherit part of his ideas.

It's just not clear whether he only chose Harry or whether there were more candidates.

After the lights turned off that night, Felix looked through Percy's letter behind his desk. Percy wrote in an excited tone in the letter that with his strong mediation, seven Ministry of Magic had agreed to introduce a small number of exclusive wands, but many countries were still worried that the mute could have an impact on their society after mastering the power of casting. At the end of the letter, Percy said that he would "continue to work hard."

Felix put down the letter and stared at the ceiling in a daze. The news he knew was more comprehensive.

To be precise, there should be only seven Ministry of Magic agreeing to introduce exclusive wands 'on the surface', but the World of the World secretly received a large number of international orders. According to Remus' analysis, those officials "haven't decided whether to accept the squin group, but it doesn't prevent them from secretly reserving a batch as backup."

When the clock hand pointed to twelve o'clock, Felix yawned. There was also a pocket desk on his large desk. Valen sat on the same chair as Felix and yawned.

Valen rubbed his eyes and raised his head from a fairy tale book called "The Little Pig".

At this time, a crisp bird song came from the drawer on the left side of Felix. He opened the drawer and a green bird jumped out with a thick parchment map in his mouth. Felix spread out the map and stared at the ink dots moving on it.

"Tonight is really lively." Felix smiled and said to Valen who came over, "Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny...How did they get together? Hey, there is another one here, Leonhard Bashart. I kind of understand why Dumbledore had to take a map of live spots. In addition to the monitoring function, he should not want the name "Grindelwald" on the map, as that would be too obvious..."
Chapter completed!