The students left one by one with the information in hand, and the last person who left brought the door with them.

"Bang."

The staff lounge was quiet, and only Professor Bins leaned against the fire and snored in a quiet voice, his expression calmly. However, the tranquility was quickly broken, and Felix leaned his body against the back of the chair, "Do you want a cup of tea, everyone?"

Professor McGonagall, Snape and Grindelwald looked up, with different expressions.

"I don't mind," Grindelwald said slowly. "It's OK to write the probation report whenever you want."

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes immediately moved away from Felix, as if he had found a new focus. "I have to remind you, Professor Basharat, you have been delaying this for several weeks." "Thank you, Minerva," Grindelwald said politely: "I just think about it and have new insights..."

"It seems that Mr. Basharat is still a perfect person," Snape said calmly: "I regret that I have never heard of your reputation before."

"I haven't been in the UK for a long time, it's too cramped and the weather is not good," said Grindelwald.

"Click."

Several people turned their heads and Felix bit off half of the crispy biscuit with a calm expression. Just as they were talking, three dishes of pastry, two pots of hot tea and four cups were already on the table. "I don't think there is a need to consider Professor Binz for the time being, unless any of you want him to join the chat..."

No one paid attention to him.

Grindelwald poured himself a cup of honey tea, Snape stared at the light halo on the table, and the fourth plate was trying hard to break free from the table, Felix pushed the iced jelly with the smiling face of the cat to Professor McGonagall to make room for the fried jam donuts.

"A alternative food summoning spell?" Snape asked.

"I invented it," Felix said, "the secret is to discuss it with the house elf in advance... I specially added a halo, which looks more magical."

Professor McGonagall disagreed.

"Felix," she looked down at the soft and elastic cat jelly for a while, pursed her lips and said, "I have to communicate with you about the teaching plan. Animagus' deformation is extremely dangerous-"

"Minerva, I believe your eyesight, and we are watching," Felix said. "And I still stick to my point of view. The biggest obstacle for Animagus is not the tedious preparations, but how to control the wildness that emerges in his heart during the first deformation. Ninety percent of the dangers occur at this stage."

"I totally agree, Felix," said Professor McGonagall, and then asked with some doubts: "You have mastered Animagus, too?" She originally thought that Felix had just sorted out the study notes circulated by the Black family throughout the ages and gave them to the students.

"That's right."

"That's it?" Professor McGonagall gasped and knocked over the cup in front of her. She waved her wand and the cup immediately returned to its original state. She asked without looking at it: "What is your deformation form?"

"A swift." Felix said without hesitation.

"I have never seen your name in the announcement issued by the Animagus Registration Office." Professor McGonagall said seriously: "So I have made major mistakes in my teaching career. A total of four students have practiced illegal Animagus under my nose?"

"Well, to be precise... I don't know if I'm practicing Animagus. As for registration... Miss Granger has been too busy recently and I'm embarrassed to bother her." Felix began to make up lies.

Professor McGonagall stared at Felix, his chest undulating rhythmically.

Snape and Grindelwald were silent at this time, and they were silently eavesdropping on the conversation between them. As far as Snape knew, Felix had never learned Animagus during his school days, at least not in school. Because he had never been idle, he always asked questions. He remembered that Felix had also obtained a nickname for this, which seemed to be... the wandering Sphinx?

But it is entirely possible that he may not have a holiday or do something privately after graduation.

Grindelwald remembered Dumbledore's Animagus.

"...So, if students experience this feeling of being on the verge of losing control, it will help them stay sane when the real Animagus is transformed." Seeing that Professor McGonagall had not yet let go, Felix said to Snape.

"But," Snape lowered his teacup and said slowly: "How do you grasp the scale in the middle, don't tell me...you got inspiration from the Death Eater's violation of punishment for the student."

Felix knew that the Death Eater he mentioned was Crouch Jr., who had disguised himself as Moody and turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret shortly after school started.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall, with a hint of trembling in his voice. "I don't think you will forget the bad experience of Hicks Crowryon, the witch?"

Felix looked at her in confusion.

"What is that?"

"Claurion was a witch in the 1920s. She made a serious mistake when she first transformed Animagus and was unreasonable by the wild impact in her heart. Her family did not realize that something was wrong until a week later, and realized that there had been a storm during that period, and their daughter was practicing Animagus..."

"Then what?"

"They found Crowryn and restored her to human form, but she was completely unconscious and had been cured for three months in St. Mungo before he recovered." Professor McGonagall said seriously. "She was even lucky, with evidence that over seven wizard disappearances in the past century have been suspected of being associated with the failed Animagus transformation."

Felix thought something.

"I think, this story tells us how important it is to have a reliable brain and friends...Minerva, I'm even more curious about how Crowryn's parents found her, because by the usual practice, she was no different from a real beast."

Professor McGonagall glared at him fiercely and said angrily.

"Because Crowryn's parents insisted on using forced appearance magic on every animal they saw, and persisted for three days. Later, one kilometer away, they found a cow that was happily eating wild strawberries. The stripes on its body were exactly the same as the clothes they loved to wear..."

"… Crowryn, who has recovered, is afraid of that experience and has refused to perform the Animagus Transformation for life, so the Ministry of Magic did not register her name."

Maybe that deformation form is useless... Felix thought to himself, and he said in a relaxed tone:

"Well, I admit that the story is terrible, and the feeling of uncontrolled body is terrible, but you don't think that with the two of us, you can still get the students away, right? If you really insist, we can set up a control group - think about it, Minerva, we are fully capable of keeping the danger within a reasonable range, and once successful, the new practice method will greatly improve the safety of Animagus himself."

After a moment of silence, Professor McGonagall's will became a little loose.

Although she is usually a bit old-fashioned, it is a habit developed in the face of naughty students. She herself also has the characteristics of Ravenclaw, and she was almost assigned to Ravenclaw College when she entered the school. Her attitude towards knowledge is stern and she never lacks courage.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have mastered Animagus.

What made her hesitate was that she was not sure whether to take risks with students or how many risks she took. She looked at Felix, and Felix smiled confidently.

"Then bring out your plan," said Professor McGonagall. "I won't agree even if there is a slight problem."

"No problem," Felix said happily: "I bet those students won't finish reading the materials at all, so we have a lot of time..."

The door was pushed open from outside.

"It's so lively, I heard it outside," Slughorn, who was bloated, panting in, holding a small fruit basket in his hand, "It turns out you are hiding here, I said why can't you find someone after dinner..." When he saw Grindelwald, a clever expression appeared on his face.

"Horas," said Professor McGonagall, with a faint blush on his face, "Whoever sends you something again?"

"Oh, you say this?" Slughorn did not boast about his connections, but uneasyly fiddled with the buttons on his vest and muttered in a low voice: "I met her when I was young, and she was not so crazy at that time... stubborn."

He put the small flower basket on the table, tore open the wrapping paper, revealing the candy candied fruit inside.

"Ah, it's my favorite...you're welcome." He said, his fat fingers flexibly picked up a piece of dried pineapple sprinkled with frosted icing, poured himself a cup of tea with his other free hand, lowered his head and sniffed it gently, "Honey tea is a perfect match."

"So, what are you talking about? If you don't mind, I want to introduce you to the small party I prepared for Christmas, which will invite many celebrities at that time," he glanced at Felix.

"Thank you, Horas." Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly. She and Slughorn had been colleagues for many years and knew the temper of this potion master very well. "It can be seen that retirement has not made your teaching ability unfamiliar for many years, and you are still at ease."

"To be honest, I'm not a little used to it." Slughorn said with a smile: "The changes with me before retirement are very big. For example... the good seedlings have been picked up. This is natural. Many excellent colleagues have emerged in the school..."

In the evening, Harry, who had finished Quidditch's training, Ron and Ginny dragged their heavy steps back to the common room.

"Has the training been smooth?" Hermione asked while reading the information of Animagus. She waved her wand, and the dirt and gray faces on Harry and the three of them became clean and refreshing. She was now able to use the silent spell skillfully.

"Thank you," Ginny said weakly: "Except Harry and Katie, everyone's condition is up and down. If we are lucky, we can score amazing scores; but if we catch up with all the members' condition is extremely poor..." She shrugged.

Harry was so tired that he didn't want to talk. He shouted tactics all day long. His throat seemed to be a problem, and even his saliva was sore.

Hermione looked up and glanced at them, and said calmly: "Although it is a bit unkind, I still recommend that you spend some time to see the information given to us by the professor, so that you don't have any preparations at that time--"

"Hermione, we know it." Ron slumped on the sofa chair and said carelessly: "The most important thing now is Quidditch! You don't understand, we are in a fight with Malfoy, and I dreamt of hitting the roaming ball in his face."

"Are you going to snatch the ball's job? What should you do to let the goal learn how to dodge the ghost flying ball on its own?" Hermione said sarcastically.

Harry smiled silently, but quickly curled his smile. He felt that it was smart to keep Ron fighting.

"So I told Perks and Guter in detail," Ron said, rolling his eyes, when Hermione pulled out a book from the pile of books and read it from the middle. "They were inspired and decided to help me realize my wish. No thanks, Harry." He waved his hand at Harry.

Hermione snorted from her nose, then leaned over and grabbed another book, counted the pages carefully, and then lowered her head to record notes.

"Hermione, how did you do it?" Harry asked hoarsely.

"Oh, what?"

"I read several books at the same time."

“They were originally together,” Hermione explained, “Are you not used to the teaching style? He always liked—”

"There are any comments?" Ginny leaned over, looked at the information placed directly in front of Hermione, and asked curiously. Then she read out what she saw with a stuttering tongue, "For the reasons for keeping calm, please refer to the whole article of "The Complete Collection of Spells Inventions by the Spell Experimental Committee" 'Don't study magic when you are in bad mood'."

Harry shouted in disbelief: "There are all these things in the information?" He felt his throat start to smoke.

"There are almost every page... Oh, but the first third, the part provided by Professor McGonagall has no annotations, and she wrote it on it. In fact, Professor McGonagall only added safety matters and failure cases, as well as her personal commentary notes."

Several people looked at each other. After a long time, "Bang!" Ron flipped over from behind the chair.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Harry pulled him up from the ground half-care and half-hilariously. When Ron stood up, his face still maintained a shocked expression.

"I still want to wait for the game to end and stay up late to read the information. Now I can't read it now." Ron said pale, then said as if he saw a savior, "Her, Hermione, you must lend us your notes."

...

In almost the blink of an eye, time comes to the weekend.

The ceiling of the auditorium was covered with blue sky and white clouds, which meant that today was a good weather. When Harry and the others came down, the students in Gryffindor greeted him enthusiastically, and Harry also saw Luna. He sincerely hoped that a miracle would happen, such as Professor McGonagall wanted to host the competition himself on a whim...
Chapter completed!