The last ancient magic text class for the fifth grade before the Christmas holiday was changed to a free activity. The students opened "Practical Magic Text Elementary" and then started chatting enthusiastically.

Colin Clivi took out a list and swears that it was the Animagus transformed form of the student of the ‘Animagus’. He read the name on the list aloud, and glanced at Professor Happ for every time he read it, hoping to get a response.

But Felix was busy playing cards with a few students, but he didn't see his erratic eyes.

Valen sat in his arms, looking at the same deck of cards as him, and constantly making suggestions with enthusiasm. "Are you sure you're going to do this?" Felix asked with his head down, Valen nodded firmly and stretched out his finger again. Yes, that's it.

"Destroy your weapon," Felix said.

The student opposite Newman Barke grinned and opened a trump card that had been ambushed for three rounds - "Human-shaped iron armor spell, I used concealed spells, so the defense was successful." He said proudly, and then played all the cards with his hands.

"Quickly imprisonment-Professor, you are imprisoned and unable to fight back-Thunderbolt explosion! Add another eye spell, hehe, control again... look at this, the flames are beating."

Felix looked at the little man who represented him so much that he exploded with anger. Valen covered his eyes.

Newman Barke celebrates with another student at high high.

On the other hand, Clivie read to the end. "...Draco Malfoy - White Peacock; Elvera - Fox; Harry Potter - Lion, I was not surprised at all, Harry drew out the Gryffindor sword in his second grade..." he said fanatically.

"Fake news," Ginny whispered to Luna after several tables: "Harry said he felt more about the stag." Luna was using physical magic texts to build blocks and tried to piece together the shape of the trophy. She raised her head slowly, "Guardian God?"

"An interesting topic, isn't it?" Ginny shook her hair and said, "It's a pity that there are too few samples. Animagus and the Guardian Spell are extremely rare. There are not many people who have mastered it at the same time in history..."

"Many people in the club can release the patron saint." Luna said vaguely.

"We are special." Ginny immediately said cleverly: "There are not many dementor injuries that have been wandering out in the past few hundred years until the third grade-" She became angry, "It's all the blame for that woman Umbridge! It's so satisfying to hear that the mysterious man destroyed her brain!"

Luna stopped, her expression thoughtful.

"My dad said that the mysterious man had a different relationship with the dementor. He might have disguised himself as a dementor when he was young and learned some tricks. You know, the dementor's kiss..."

Ginny was stunned for a moment and giggled happily, "Ouch--"

After a long time, she straightened her body, her face tightened, and said seriously: "What you said makes sense, Luna. Why didn't I notice before - the mysterious man's clothes look so similar to the dementor cloak, even his body shape... Maybe he missed that carefree day."

"There are also noses and hairs that can be used as evidence," Luna said seriously, "if you have noticed."

Ginny smiled so hard that she lay on the table, her shoulders shrugging. Luna looked at her curiously, looking confused and puzzled, but she still patted Ginny on the shoulder and then continued to build magical building blocks.

After class, students came out one after another, and many people who went home to celebrate the festival greeted Felix in advance.

"See you next year, Professor Hayp!"

"See you next year."

After everyone was exposed, Felix breathed a sigh of relief and played the card all morning because he and Valen had completely opposite ideas. The result was that they lost more than they won. He decided to let Valen occupy a single position in the afternoon, and they could join forces to deal with other students.

"Shi?"

Valen climbed into the seat where Luna had sat before and looked at the trophy made of magical texts left on the table. It was shaking, and the shadow of the Goblet of Fire could be vaguely seen from its shape.

Felix picked up the Magical Text trophy and had an idea in his mind. He thought of Luna's paper. His ideas were generally correct, which was somewhat similar to the magical text creature he conceived. However, it was not easy for Luna to realize it, and there was too much knowledge involved.

But this did not prevent Luna from receiving a talking trophy as a Christmas gift.

Half an hour later, a shining trophy appeared in front of Felix. Its main body is composed of ancient magic texts and blank memory fragments, which can flexibly transform between reality and reality. It can be stored in the Ourobos Ring.

He stared at the trophy, cleared his throat and asked, "What does Felix Hepp like for Christmas?"

"Magic book, unique insights and a painting." Trophy answered.

"What does he don't want to receive?"

"Pumpkin mask, airship plum earrings and vine cloaks covered with glowing sequins."

"Great." Felix said with satisfaction, and decided to hurry up and send it out. Valen listened for a long time and understood who gave those strange gifts.

They walked down the stairs, and the auditorium looked very grand. Twelve Christmas trees covered with silver frost and tiny icicles were shining. If they got close, they could still hear the silence of singing. They were connected by a band of mistletoe and holly. Flower fairies danced gracefully, and their transparent wings sprinkled with silver brilliance.

The ceiling also became unique, and the magic-filled snow fell down, creeping into the student's neck, making a little cool.

The dining table was as messy as usual and very lively. But Felix keenly captured some students' faces showing difficulty, they were students of Animagus. Navi looked at the beef pie on the table, the ribs and vegetable soup and sighed deeply, grabbed a piece of dry bread, and stolen it in small mouthfuls. The aggrieved look on his face reminded him of the ghost'Nick who almost lost his head.

After a few positions, Harry couldn't swallow it. Ron stared at the food in front of him, and then used his great perseverance to move away his gaze, as if he had a grudge against them. Hermione carefully drank the porridge and chewed it slowly.

"Hermione, try this, it tastes great!" Ravend Brown scathed the cream apple pie. She used food to seduce Hermione with delicious food during the lunch period, and whenever Hermione refused her harshly, she would hang out with Parvati.

"I really want to turn her into a big mouth frog!" Hermione said irritated when Ravender left.

"No, you can't," Harry said weakly, he was very hungry now. "The previous few people who did this were deducted 100 points, and the punishment for staying on campus throughout Christmas was fined. Professor McGonagall was almost mad."

"Yes, Snape is said to be so happy." Ron said unlucky: "We are completely out of the Academy Cup this year."

All the students in the ‘Animagus’ class underestimated the difficulty of stuffing a leaf into their mouths—including Felix himself, which was not an hour or two, nor a day or two, but a whole month. When he checked with Professor McGonagall last weekend, he found that all the students were almost wiped out.

The reasons they gave were all kinds of strange reasons. Some accidentally went on when drinking soup, some bite the leaves when biting ribs, some accidentally blow them out when talking loudly, and even grinding their teeth when they sleep, but the leaves disappeared without a trace the next day. A few students who took out the leaves were finally confirmed to be cheating, and they just pulled a leaf off the Christmas tree in the auditorium before coming over.

Felix was amazed at the sight. Professor McGonagall accepted these reasons very calmly and gave him a look like a demonstration. Felix guessed that it was probably meant, 'It's so strange...'

"If there is no other way," he gritted his teeth and said fiercely when Ron stood up, "we can only try Sirius's method." He refers to the use of coma and petrification spell, or the sticky jaw spell.

Neville looked at him with a frown, "Okay." He whispered.

The two of them have a very strong snoring. When they woke up the morning before yesterday, Ron and Neville found that the blade of grass in their mouths was missing. The former found the innocent leaf on the pillow, while the latter could only see some green wreckage from the gaps of their teeth.

Harry was slightly better than them, at least he didn't snore much, so when he woke up, the leaves were still in his mouth, but they broke into two parts from the middle, with neat sections. He was still investigating the reason.

Among them, Hermione refused to disclose any news about her Leaf, but Harry believed that since Hermione has stopped raising her hand to answer the questions these days, it is enough to illustrate the seriousness of the problem.

When they left the auditorium, Ron picked a branch of a Christmas tree and said pessimistically, "It will be used sooner or later." Hermione did not object.

In the afternoon, Felix appeared in the greenhouse of herbal class.

Professor Sprout was still dressed in an unglassy manner, wearing a patched hat obliquely on his flowing gray hair, and his clothes were covered with a lot of mud. In a word, it was in sharp contrast to the well-organized greenhouse.

"Felix!" she said enthusiastically: "Mileva told me that there are 23 leaves of Mandela grass, right?"

"Yeah—yes," Felix said, "there's actually another thing." However, Professor Sprout was already dragging his short body toward the back of the greenhouse, reaching out to wave a huge scissor.

She said happily: "We'd better find some fresh leaves, and Minerva asks for some for students every few years... but never so many like this year - we're here, and there are exactly a few Mandela plants that need to be pruned, and it's been growing for almost four years."

Felix followed behind and came to a single area.

Seven or eight fully mature Mandela plants were lush and green, about the same height as small shrubs. They were planted in jars as big as pumpkins that Hager had used magic. He clearly heard snoring one after another. "Little sound, they are sleeping, and it will be dangerous if they are woken up." Professor Sprout said in a low voice, slowly allowing the huge scissors to spread a curve, and circled the two leaves in the cold blade.

"Click."

The leaves fell down smoothly. Felix waved his hand, and two Mandela blades fell on his hands in a swirl. Sprout changed his position and did the same thing, "You can't pick too many from the same plant, otherwise they will be unhappy." She explained.

Soon they collected it, and Professor Sprout handed him a bag for Felix to put Mandela blades. When it was over, Felix approached slightly. He stretched out a hand and turned to look at Sprout: "Can you touch it?"

"Oh," Professor Sprout hesitated: "Their screams are now deadly, so it's better not to wake them up-"

"Of course, of course." Felix murmured.

He turned his wrist and the huge jar slowly floated up and stopped in front of him. He could only see the upper half, the rest buried in the soil. Felix looked carefully for a moment, his eyes flashed with the pattern of the Book of Magic, and the magic of the Thinking House slowly spread with him as the center.

The fingers gently moved, and the color of the black jar gradually turned light, and after a few flashes, only some rough lines were left, just like Valen drawing a three-dimensional painting in the air with a quill pen.

Professor Sprout stood beside him and observed curiously, she had never seen similar magic.

However, the outside world has already recognized that Felix Happ's magical attainments are close to Dumbledore, which is why she did not stop it.

In front of them, a ball of solidified brown soil was bound by invisible force. Felix tweaked his finger again, and the virtual reality transformed wonderfully under his magic. The layers of brown soil seemed to be rubbed repeatedly by an eraser, leaving blurry traces as if they were drawn in the spot, and the soil no longer blocked their sight, revealing the mandela grass inside.

Felix didn't know who first proposed that this thing looked like a baby, but he thought they were actually like a little old man, which looked very ugly, with unknown spots on his body. They closed their eyes unaffectedly, curled up in a ball, and their pointed fists pounded in front of their chests.

"I haven't seen Mandela grass when I fall asleep, it's so beautiful." Professor Sprout showed an obsessive expression.

Felix gained a new understanding of her aesthetic. He stretched out his hand and walked straight through the rough lines similar to sketches, touching the Mandela grass plant, and touching the anthropomorphic face.

His magic penetrated in little by little.

On the other side, Professor Sprout also reached out his hand curiously, gently stroked the skin of the Mandela grass like a tree root, and muttered something in his mouth.

Felix closed his eyes and tried his best to sense his magic. Gradually, he noticed that his magic power spread little by little and attached to some magical lines. They were the unique wood grains inside the Mandela grass.

In the early magical deserts, these magical lines were believed to be the origin of ancient magical texts, and he captured some familiar shapes.

He opened his eyes and Professor Sprout was looking at him.

Felix clenched his fists and pulled his arm back, and a blue grid made of pure magic was dragged out by him. These magical powers were like the messy shapes obtained by injecting melted iron into the ant nest. But in Felix's eyes, it exuded a unique beauty.

His eyes now were the same as Professor Sprout's obsession just now.

The large net made of magic slowly stretched out. He dissipated most of the irrelevant magic power, leaving only a small cluster of crescent moons in the middle. Under his exquisite control, these magic powers undergo subtle changes, from their original rough appearance to like crystal clear crystal clusters. Soon, one of the crystal branches fell off and turned into a shining ancient magic text.

Sprout widened his eyes. Thanks to Felix's efforts to promote it for four years, most professors are now familiar with the basic knowledge of ancient magic. What she can think of now is a word - ancient magic, ancient magic with the deadly screams of Mandela grass.

More and more magic symbols gradually took shape, falling off the main body, falling into Felix's other hand like a tired bird, and gradually pieced together into a shape similar to the crescent moon, just like the previous magic line.

But even Professor Sprout knew that the two were completely different. She became more and more nervous.

When only one-third of the magic power in the air was left, it suddenly disintegrated and disintegrated into a smoke-like magic power. Professor Sprout, who was watching on the side, breathed a sigh of relief. Before he knew it, a trace of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

"It doesn't seem to work." Felix said with a smile.

"You want to transform the talented abilities of Mandelagra into magic?" asked Professor Sprout.

"I'm studying sound magic recently," Felix said slowly. "During the summer vacation, I saw some information from the library of Ifamoni School. The progress has been slow recently. I want to find inspiration from other places..."

"When it comes to Ifamoni, Felix, do you want to see the snakewood branches you brought back? It's growing well now."

"OK……"

They walked towards another greenhouse and saw Professor Bubaji leaving far away on the way. "Keridi is ready to publish her own research results," said Professor Sprout. "She seems to be planning to publish more than a dozen papers in one go...I advise her to assemble them into books."

"I know this too." Felix nodded and said, "Severus is also sorting out relevant information, maybe they have discussed it."

The branches of snake trees grew well, already three or four feet tall, and Felix stayed for a while before saying goodbye to leave. He strolled in the snow and recalled his experience in the greenhouse. Professor Sprout seemed to be frightened. It was not surprising that he himself thought the research results were very terrible.

The call of Mandela grass was converted into real ancient magic, which was the true voice of death. The destruction of the city and the country was destroyed only in an instant. Felix hoped that he would never have the chance to exert its full power, and only he knew it.

Ancient Magic - No, after the combination of ancient magic text and memory magic, it gradually showed unparalleled power and potential, just like he did to the Mandela grass flower pot, reality and illusion were in his mind.

If the future was accompanied by soul magic and time magic, what level would he reach? He raised his head and looked at the sky, and the clouds in the sky seemed to have changed into Nick Lemay's face.

"Old man, I seem to feel the limitation you mentioned."
Chapter completed!