Felix slowly walked into the castle.

That girl should be Dumbledore's young sister Ariana, right? He used the resurrection stone to recall the projection in his memory... But is the resurrection stone so powerful?

Felix thought that his eyes could see the light of the soul. In other words, Dumbledore used his power to give a trace of soul qualities to the projection of memory, or did he share a part of his soul, and the two are now in a situation of loss?

But one thing is certain, Dumbledore's understanding of the soul completely surpassed himself.

His soul state at this time was terrifyingly powerful.

Felix had a feeling that Dumbledore could be free from reality at any time, open a portal, and send away all the ghosts entrenched in Hogwarts Castle. Just like Helena back then.

The legend of the Deathly Hallows slowly flowed in his heart. He learned the names of the three Peverier brothers from Luna. Felix prefers that these three people are powerful wizards. They embarked on different magic paths and left three treasures representing them.

The treasure contains their own understanding of magic. Just like Felix's book of magic, if it is obtained thousands of years later, it is likely to take the same path as him.

It may also be that there is an extremely clever alchemist among the Peverlier brothers. This alchemist has created these powerful magical items based on the different characteristics of the three. In this possibility, Felix believes that the clever alchemist is between the second or third brother because the boss's position in the legend is closer to a warrior.

If it is true, the alchemist's magical attainments would be amazing. Not only did he know a lot about the soul, he also had to take into account both wand craftsmanship and alchemy... It was terrible, but it was not impossible.

Unfortunately, no matter how much of their deeds were left in history. Tsk, time!

As for the ‘mission’ that Dumbledore said, Felix scoffed.

...

The next day, the sky was gloomy and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds. The little wizards walked through the castles in the drizzle.

At the end of the first class in the morning, Felix came to the faculty lounge, and Professor McGonagall couldn't wait to hand over a newspaper.

"The list of personnel has been made public," she said with a smile.

Felix took it and took a closer look. It was mentioned on the list of Animagus members. The newspaper used an exaggerated technique to enthusiastically congratulate the number of Animagus this century on the double-digit number, and all four of them were students.

In fact, there have been seven registered Animagus this century. Including Rita Skit and Sirius, nine are there. In addition to Petr, Petr and James Porter, who was not disclosed, the real numbers have long exceeded ten, but the newspapers intentionally or unintentionally ignore the existence of Petr.

"So fast?"

"It's not that fast, it's almost a month." Professor McGonagall said in a spring breeze, with wrinkles on his face stretching out. "These three students began to emerge in the improvement class - Granger has always been the first place, not obvious, but Abbot and Malfoy have made rapid progress. I also gave Longbottom an additional study note, he will take this year's test for the Transformation Ordinary Wizards, and I believe he can keep up."

Felix knew that Draco was in high spirits recently. The Malfoy family donated 50,000 gold Gallon in front of it. This incident caused quite a stir. His father Lucius used money to open the way, and Lucius's speech at the press conference made many media turn the trend.

Recently, newspapers (Felix speculated that Lucius had secretly stuffed money) have shown interest in the heirs of the Malfoy family. After careful examination, they did find many things worth reporting: members of the Anti-Dark Magic League (the contribution of co-developing the Light Curse), Harry Potter and his friends' competitors at school (suspicious of beautification), great ambitions (the therapist's dream), and the freshly released Animagus.

Draco was so proud that he had embroidered a peacock on his chest that he walked around the school all day long.

Among the first seven qualified people, Harry felt the throbbing of Animagus, but also failed the first time; among the remaining six people, only four of them successfully became Animagus, and they were all Harry's classmates. Even if they were more precise, they were all members of the front-line watchtower station who had mastered the Guardian Spell.

On the contrary, the last two seventh-grade students - Virgil and Jemielin - were still struggling, and they had to insist on chanting the spell sooner or later, and learn the magic of the patron god. This was the advice given by Professor McGonagall.

"It's so troublesome," said Ron.

"If we start from the point of knowing the patron saint, we are the slow ones." Hermione said rationally: "The professor said that Animagus is like a cumbersome magic ritual, a fruit seized by his predecessors by chance."

"Can anyone really come up with such tedious steps?" Harry asked in confusion. He couldn't figure out who would do something like the Mandela blades that were stuffed into his mouth for a month, unless the person was fooled by the curse.

"All steps are not settled at once, and you can't assume that the other party is a student like you." Hermione said with a striking statement: "Professor Sprout said in class that Mandela has extremely high medicinal value and is an important part of most antidotes, so we can imagine such a scenario: "

"A wizard in ancient times was good at transforming and potions. These two disciplines played an extremely important role in learning Animagus. Because of some reasons or coincidence, when he picked Mandela grass on a full moon night, he stuffed a leaf into his mouth, probably to understand poison... In short, after a few days, he discovered that the Mandela grass had undergone unknown changes, so he used his knowledge of potions to conduct research."

"It still sounds very troublesome..." Harry murmured. Ron nodded and agreed.

"If you study magic more deeply and you can feel this subtle change, it is equivalent to a signal that most wizards will continue by feeling before those magic laws are discovered." Hermione said.

Ron muttered in a low voice, which sounded like a "divination lesson", and Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Listen to the lecture!" Sprout said sternly, standing in front of a Yamanae tree that is more than twelve feet tall. "What we are going to learn today is the guardian tree, which is a very meaningful lesson."

Harry and the other two quickly stopped talking. Sprout said more than just to them. Harry saw Draco Malfoy put away a newspaper and straightened his chest, making the peacock pattern on his chest more conspicuous.

I wonder if his taste has changed recently? Harry thought, but he dared not say it because this conclusion was observed by him from Hermione, who had particularly favored peas on the table these days.

Harry knew that Hermione had been practicing Animagus Transformation recently very hard.

At that time, four successful students spent a weekend in Professor McGonagall's office, practicing deformation and recovery techniques. After that, they were asked to spend a certain amount of time every week on it and repeatedly experience the deformation process.

Harry felt that it was similar to Sirius's monthly role in wandering around campus when he was in school.

But what puzzled him and Ron was that they had never found the place where Hermione practiced deformation, and her roommates Ravender and Parvati were not clear. Hermione had never practiced this magic in the dormitory. At this time, Sprout gave up the guardian tree behind him to let the students see more clearly.

"…The guardian tree is a magical sorbet tree that protects people who encounter its trunk from dark creatures. Therefore, the treated guardian tree materials are widely used in many defense items. Their wood and leaves can be used to make amulets, self-defense ornaments, carving warning spells, etc. They grow slowly, and the bark is relatively smooth during the seedling stage, so they are also good as ornamental plants."

Professor Sprout asked the students to look closer. Behind her, in addition to a large guardian tree with rough skin, there were two small ones planted in flower pots, lush and green, and looked quite pleasing.

"You can touch it, it's not dangerous unless you are disguised by dark creatures." She said loudly: "But be careful when you meet in the wild, there may be a group of tree-protecting pots living on the trees."

Harry reached out and placed his hand on the trunk of the large guardian tree. Perhaps because there were no dementors or corpses around him, he did not feel any difference. The branches of Yamanaki wood made a rustling sound. He raised his head and tried to find one or two fruits among the dense branches and leaves.

"Ouch-Professor Sprout, it hit me!" Ravend Brown suddenly shouted, and suddenly retracted his hand.

"Dear, I think it may be because your thoughts are too complicated. The characteristics of the guardian trees are similar to the wands made from them. They are particularly defensive and like people with clear minds and pure hearts." Professor Sprout said.

Draco Malfoy, not far away, grinned, his chest straightened even more.

"It's so strange. I thought he would get hit." Ron said regretfully when Professor Sprout asked the students to carry wooden barrels to mix fertilizer suitable for the guardian tree.

"I think it might be because I learned Animagos Weasley." Draco Malfoy caught up from behind with a small bucket, hit Ron with his shoulder, and turned around and smiled proudly as he surpassed them.

Ron opened his mouth to refute, and Harry held him.

"Don't get caught in the trap, he wishes we could fight him." Harry said calmly: "Malfoy, we will complete the first step in two days. If we are lucky, we will be Animagus when the Easter holiday ends."

"That's right." Ron woke up and said with caution.

"I'm waiting," Draco narrowed his eyes and said condescendingly, "I don't understand anything, I can give you some advice. If you haven't fainted suddenly." His words were said to Harry.

"If you know what Harry did, you'll be scared to pee your pants, Malfoy." Ron shouted. Draco approached threatily and was about to say something when Professor Sprout came over and looked at them suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"No, nothing."

"Then hurry up. Your progress is behind." She pointed out sternly.

So they hurried to the corner of the greenhouse where various fertilizers were piled up in different categories, mainly feces from magical animals. The students used floating curse to pick out the appropriate materials with disgust and then quickly left.

While queuing, Ron suddenly asked Hermione: "Your dream is to become the Minister of Magic, right?"

"Yes. What's wrong?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Then you must come on, get promoted early and kick him out of the Ministry of Magic."

"Don't say angry words, Ron, and the newspaper said that he would become a therapist in the future. I think he would not repent easily even for the sake of face." Hermione said.

"I don't think so," Ron said affirmatively. "I bet his dad will definitely give him a free job in the department, such as a consultant or something... It's better to do this. You can make a law that all those who are named in the Ministry of Magic must go to and from get off work on time..."

He said with great enthusiasm. Draco had already returned with the materials and gave him a smug glance. He patted his chest, and the peacock on his chest suddenly shook Ron's eyes and strode away.

Ron thought the thing looked like a fried pheasant. Justin behind them was not very happy to hear it. His patron saint was a pheasant. However, his good friend Ernie McMillan said that Justin's favorite food was chicken legs, and the two started to fight.

Sprout, who rushed over, deducted five points for Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor family.

"Hurry up!" she shouted again.

"Oh no!" Hermione suddenly screamed when it was Harry's turn.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked in a low voice, he had to hold his breath, the smell around him was so bad.

"My wand is gone!" said Hermione, Harry and Ron breathing violently, their eyes widening incredibly, "No, not what you think, I think I know where it landed."

She took out a small wooden stick from her pocket with a weird look, which looked very similar to a magic wand at first glance, but combined with what she said before, Harry found a difference.

"Exclusive wand?"

"Valen's." Hermione said briefly.

"Oh--" Ron said, dragging his long voice. Hermione's face turned red.

"I, well, it was Valen invited me. He was very interested in Animagus. I thought... It is indeed a bit boring to transform a person. It is better to follow Valen for a walk outside the castle... From the animal perspective, some of the scenery that I have been used to is actually very charming. Valen is an expert in this field."

"No need to explain, Hermione," Ron said carelessly: "Sirian has also successfully made friends with Crook Mountain. Maybe this is the invisible use of Animagus, which I should have thought of..."

Finally, Ha used his wand to help Hermione choose the right materials. Hermione originally wanted to try it with the exclusive wand, but Harry stopped it. Now is not the time. If Hermione makes a mistake in operating and makes all kinds of fertilizers fly all over the sky, it will be troublesome.

The students returned to a spacious large workbench one by one and began to mix fertilizers, "take a piece of soil of rotten fruits and fruits, a piece of feces of a moon-like beast... Oh my God, this smell is so big!" After a while, the smell in the greenhouse became more and more choking.

The bubbly curse comes in handy at this time.

"I don't recommend you to use spells, because smell is also an important part of judging the quality of fertilizers. Of course, it is not necessary. If you really can't stand it..." Professor Sprout said dryly.

But only Neville didn't use the spell. When he handled his fertilizer, he looked almost fainted.

"Very perfect, Mr. Longbottom," said Professor Sprout with satisfaction.

"Teacher, professor? Can I go out and get some breath?" Neville asked with anger in his breath, with an abnormal blush on his face.

"Oh, of course," Professor Sprout said, and Neville immediately ran towards the door, "Also, Gryffindor plus ten." She whispered, hoping that other students would follow suit, but the students stared at the sight of the fish tank-shaped spell, silently dealing with the sticky stuff in their bucket.

After class, Hermione disappeared immediately.

Harry knew that Hermione must have gone to get his wand back. Professor McGonagall asked them to properly hide their wand when they transformed, because the wand could not transform together like clothes. Not only the wand, but also the items related to magic.

So the rough process is that Hermione handed over the wand to Valen for safekeeping, letting it hide in his pocket, and then turned into a beaver, two little guys slowly wandered around against the castle wall...

Ancient Magical Text Office.

"Miss Granger?" Felix asked in surprise, "Is there anything important?"
To be continued...