Professor McGonagall appeared after a while. She was not surprised by Felix's behavior from time to time. Moreover, they had discussed the possibility of integrating Felix's magic into the school, but they were unable to convince the school hat at that time. Therefore, she calmly comforted some of the frightened teachers and students, and then returned to the principal's office.

Felix sat on the sofa, and seemed to have not even changed his position except the one he held in his hand, reading the Book of Magical Text with relish.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with a scrutiny and asked, “Get a lot?”

"Yes," Felix said with a smile, "has broadened a lot of ideas and gained a lot of insights. Although he was unable to say something to the four founders in the end, he seemed to have really swam together." He paused and said slightly embarrassedly: "Minerva, there is one thing you'd better know..."

"Have you taken away one-third of the magic of the school?" Professor McGonagall shouted loudly. Felix nodded obediently, saying that she heard it correctly. After repeated confirmation, Professor McGonagall had to accept this reality. She asked calmly, "Does it have any impact on the school?"

"It's a bit, but it won't interfere with the daily magic operation of the school. Ah, I think the armor and statues in the castle will be silent for a while. Sorry to let your Christmas plan go..."

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes swept over, but his speech stammered: "You know?"

"The name of the 'Stone Dune Dance Group' is a good one, just the spell that controls them."

Professor McGonagall looked at him expressionlessly, his mouth tightly pursed, and his constant bent and stretched finger joints showed that she was in a state of uneasy at the moment, as if she could rush over and pinch him desperately at any time.

Felix looked at it and hurriedly asked for a supplement:

"...It's not intentional. I took a look when I put the branch hat back. I believe that no matter who it is, I will look at the comic strips in the pile of documents on the table..." Then he said with a smile: "Minerva, this is the first time I know you can draw. If I were asked to comment, I would say it was very vivid."

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth and decided not to bother with this topic. She concentrated and asked, "Do you need magic? Isn't the magic power now?" As she spoke, she suddenly glanced at Felix's book of magic. The thin pages were filled with heart-warming violet and ice-blue magic. A small small snake swam happily around, and its silver transparent body floated and sank in the pages.

"If it's just a prepared battle, I want to do something else," Felix put his hand on his chin and thought, "I'm not sure if it can be done, after all, it's impossible to actually have a massacre."

"Do something else?"

"We have painted so many big cakes, and at least one has to be realized, and at the same time it is also to prove to the world that wizards have a way out at any time. What they value is far less important than they imagined."

"Are you referring to?" Professor McGonagall asked in a low voice.

"land."

They were silent for nearly a minute, and the portrait of Phoenias Breck on the wall stroked the goatee and said, "I can tell you, you want to be a hero alone."

"What are your opinions?" Felix asked politely.

"There is no high opinion, but there are a lot of low opinion," said Blake's portrait sarcastically, "get rid of the process of proving you are a fool, I will tell the conclusion directly." He suddenly grabbed the frame and shouted, "Boy, you can't do this! You are the most famous master since Salazar Slatering!"

"When it comes to the great wizard, Tom Riddle"

"Let him get out!"

"And Meilin"

"Go to his Merlin!" said Breck's portrait rudely: "That's what Gryffindor should do, but you are Slettleling. We are brave, but not stupid, do you understand? There is no need to show up alone, at least we must pull up a group of people, such as the reckless Gryffindor and the silly Hufflepuff..."

This remark immediately attracted protests from several other college principals. Felix was deeply worried. If he was hung on the wall one day, he would naturally be in the same camp as Principal Blake. Thinking of this horrifying scene, he hurriedly said: "No one should know the original intentions of the four founders better than me. I just talked to the branch hat. Do you remember?"

The principal portraits stopped and looked at him intently.

"Is the branch useful? It is useful. It allows us to better find companions and discover the noble inner qualities. Of course, there are more than one kind of noble qualities. In general, some people succeed, while others fail. When the seven-year study career is over, we will be tempered by a more complex environment than the school."

"Don't forget, people will change. Think about how many seven years there are in your life. If you still have the chance to wear a branch hat when you are 100 years old, where will it divide you into? Of course, for me personally, it is no longer of great significance."

The portraits looked at Dumbledore. If anyone has experienced a branch office after he was a hundred years old, the most famous one must be Dumbledore.

"It really doesn't make much sense," Dumbledore said in Canubry. "It is only when he is young that he will take one of Salazar Slettering, Helga Hufflepuff, Royonna Ravenclaw, and Godric Gryffindor as a goal to strive for progress. When we get old, we will only become ourselves."

The circular office was silent for a while. Professor McGonagall blew his nose, "Okay, okay, I will leave time for you to debate, Albus, there are some things you should tell me when you are alive..."

She re-packed her mood and said to Felix seriously: "We have to prepare as much as possible and give our all. We won't have much time left for us. I believe you need time to digest..." She said as she strode to her desk and took out an album from the drawer.

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"Don't you need magic?" Professor McGonagall explained as he turned the page: "What's more suitable than other magic schools that are also famous in the world? Thanks to this album, I know enough about other schools. I happen to know that some schools have similar defenses to Hogwarts, such as Boothbarton..."

Professor McGonagall raised his head, looked at Felix who was stunned, and asked, "What's wrong?" Felix said jokingly, "Minerva, I really want to kiss you." Professor McGonagall glared at him with a red face.

...

In mid-December, a few snowfalls fell from Hogwarts School and the black lake was covered with thick ice. Some students trek through the snow on the site to prepare for the Fantastic Animal Protection class. They saw Professor Hayp from afar.

The students have many speculations about this, but none of them have been confirmed, and the professors in the school are also secretive. The widely circulated saying is that Professor Haypu strives to formulate strategies for the exercises a week later, and it cannot be said that it has spread from where it is. People call conflicts visible to the naked eye 'exercise'.

"It's actually just a fig leaf." A boy said with a serious expression: "My father wrote to me that anyone with a little brain should support Professor Heip, support the International Wizards Federation, and the International Pan-Magic Alliance."

"So you put a bouquet of flowers at the professor's door?" another student teased, "not only were he locked up, but he was also beaten to his head by a sniff?"

The boy blushed, "I put up a greeting card! Greeting card!"

The students around them laughed, but they all looked at the hut by the black lake with awesome eyes. However, this awe failed to last long. A round black skin sniffed towards the student, waving a glowing wooden stick in their little hands, and their mouths were like a ya.

"Run!" a student shouted, and ran away after saying that, and the remaining students quickly followed. But some people were left behind, mostly girls, with eager expressions on their faces.

Valen blinked his dark eyes and was so excited. This week the Great Devil was busy dealing with the main business and didn't even have time to play cards. Only Harry, Hermione, Ron and others would come here, and Luna, but even Valen didn't know if she was lost. In short, life was very boring, but fortunately it found a new pastime for itself.

Varun stood on the huge rock by the lake with a very imposing wave. The snow rolled in an instant, and crystal white snowmen jumped out and rushed forward after Varun. The students who had stayed there were already ready, with excitement flashing in their eyes. Soon, the two sides met in close combat, the snowballs flew around, and laughed and scolded.

More than ten minutes later, the burly Hagrid stood in front of the house and shouted at them.

The battle situation was forced to stop, and both sides showed a victorious momentum and made an appointment to fight another day. Valen walked towards the black lake with a proud and proud step. As he walked, he found that his feet were empty and he was lifted up.

Valen turned around and opened her mouth to Hermione who had tiptoed toward her, and Hermione smiled.

"Let's go, go to class together, Professor Slughorn misses you."

"Maybe he found that one sniffed more snacks in his pocket than he did." Ron muttered quietly, and Harry grinned, "But we have to admit that Professor Slughorn always finds a suitable excuse for what this time?" he turned to Hermione.

"Oh, I heard he found two hibernating dormouses in the flower pot." Hermione replied with a smile.

"What, does Valen want to incorporate them?" Harry said in surprise, and Valen sang his teeth and claws at him.

They walked towards the castle, occasionally stopping on the stone steps to look at the cottage covered by the snow by the black lake, and stopped tacitly speaking. At the entrance of the castle, Harry suddenly said, "I am ready to follow Mr. Dorge's advice."

"What?" Ron asked then.

“Graduation trip.”

"Oh, you say that," Ron said slowly, "I'm not sure... it should be fine for a few months, but... Hermione, what about you?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I should go directly to the Ministry of Magic and go in as soon as I graduate. Ms. Borns said that there is a shortage of people who know both sides well. My plan is to stay in the Ministry of Magic for a few years first, and then find an opportunity to transfer outside and go out for a walk. The "Confederation and Alliance Charter" mentioned many departments that are still under preparation. I think the observers of the Pan-Magic Alliance are very suitable for me..."

Ron touched his chin.

"So one of you goes abroad first and then back home, and the other is ready to go abroad at any time."

"It's very accurate to summarize," Harry said.

No one mentioned the possibility of an accident, as if they were full of confidence in the future. They walked into the castle and looked inside as they passed by the auditorium. The flames for people to keep warm were burning, and the twelve Christmas trees stood upright. Harry glanced at the empty table. It would not take long before the table would be filled with fat roasted turkeys, piled up into hills of barbecue and boiled potatoes, delicious sausages, butter peas, thick meat braised and cinnamon sauce...

Of course there are Christmas firecrackers, and Harry recalled the scene from the last Christmas dinner:

He and Ron drew sailor hats, far less than the tiger-skin hats and parrot hats they wore, and then he thought of the two people who were destined to be unable to attend this Christmas, wearing deer antler hats and smilingly advised people to eat more, and Grindelwald, who drew the red Christmas hats, at that time he was disguised as Professor Basharat...

...

Felix lay on the simple little bed, in an almost half-wake state, staring at the ink and heavy book of magic texts held by a soft purple light and ice blue light, a small snake swam around the pages
Chapter completed!