The next morning, Felix obtained research materials from the house that he would like to ask.

He easily found the "big cabinet with a bubble on the surface, like a big cabinet that was sprinkled with strong acid." After moving the cabinet away with a floating spell, he found a dusty wooden box hidden behind him.

He carefully waved his wand, and layers of protective magic flashed with layers of protection, and used the unlocking spell to open the long-clogged box, which was thick stack of neatly cut parchment.

There are no curses, no black magic, and no traps.

This disappointed Felix, who was fully armed and cautious, to treat him a little.

Except for the strong stench in the half-covered cabinet, which forced him to cast a spell on himself, the whole process was beyond imagination.

Back at the office, Felix couldn't wait to read the information.

To be honest, the process was a bit terrible. The information contained a large number of anatomical pictures of magical creatures and Slytherin's own marks. When Felix brushed his hand across the paper, he seemed to hear the whine of these creatures before his death.

This reminded him of his experience of studying black magic. His heart seemed to be soaked in the foul-smelling black water, and his invisible arms dragged him down desperately.

Felix quickly closed his heart with brain closure surgery. He endured the discomfort and read the information on the parchment.

Almost an hour later—

"Huh~"

Felix let out a long sigh, his mood was very complicated at the moment.

If we simply use the words of later generations, it is difficult to understand the weight of the name Salazar Slytherin. To some extent, Felix even understood why Tom Riddle, who was sixteen or seventeen, was so fanatical and respectful to Slytherin.

That was definitely not because of the title of a descendant of Slytherin.

He looked at the parchment papers in front of him, which were not just carriers of knowledge—every parchment paper contained Salazar Slytherin’s thoughts and wills when writing materials. It was a kind of calm and cold-hearted reason. In his eyes, various magical creatures were just materials that needed to be studied, and you could not feel any sympathy and compassion for them.

But it is this absolute calm that makes Slytherin's research process extremely organized, and every line of text and composition contains the ultimate charm of magic.

Even under the protection of brain closure surgery, Felix couldn't help but be fascinated, and his heart was filled with the idea of ​​following Slytherin's footsteps.

This is not the influence of magic, but the powerful personal charm exuded by a legendary wizard in the pursuit of magic.

Felix resisted reluctance to completely seal the information, "That's not my way." He warned himself.

Only three pieces of parchment were left in front of him, all of which were the knowledge he chose that was most suitable for him.

But Felix did not start researching immediately. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery in the distance of Hogwarts.

His heart was in chaos.

"Ho! Tom, is this your plan? You can find a way to fight back under extreme disadvantages." Felix murmured.

Many books in the magic world are potentially dangerous, and not everyone is qualified to read. Just like the forbidden book area in Hogwarts, there are a large number of dangerous books locked in it - not just the knowledge recorded in it, but many books, just reading them will cost a heavy price.

And Tom Riddle's purpose is obvious, borrowing the attraction of Salazar Slytherin's own magical path, affecting and assimilating Felix's thoughts.

I can't beat you, and I can't influence you, but I can find someone stronger than me to let his thoughts change you.

The winter sun is warm but not dazzling, the snow in the courtyard is white but not dazzling, and the cold wind blowing through the tower is cold but not bone-breathing.

He looked into the distance and said softly: "Salazar Slytherin..."

“…In a sense, we all go to the same end, and we are all pursuing the ultimate of magic. But I have my path and will not jump to your realm just because you go further.”

"People start from weakness. Thousands of years ago, you were like me today, confused about your own path?"

"Now you are a steep and dangerous mountain in my eyes, a legend that is out of reach, but time is on my side, and the future is on my side. One day, I will walk side by side with you until I surpass you."

Felix stood in front of the window, watching the sun rise to the middle of the sky, and his heart became firm again as its light spread throughout every corner of Hogwarts.

This morning, Felix did not think about any magical issues, but he felt that his understanding of "magic" itself had taken a big step forward. This "progress" is all-round. It cannot be reflected in a specific spell, but it gives him a feeling of clearing away the fog.

He knew that the bottleneck of magic theory that he had been stagnant for a long time had finally loosened.

After years of accumulation, I have become qualified for qualitative changes at this moment.

Felix waved his wand, and the milky light centered on him, illuminating the courtyard below, the greenhouse in the distance, the snow on the ground, to the frozen black lake.

The mottled branches swayed, and the shadow of the black stone by the lake disappeared at this moment.

In the principal's office next to the main building of the castle, Dumbledore, with a sizzling bee candy in his hand. He raised his head, and his azure eyes reflected bright eyes through the half-moon lenses.

"It's amazing." He said softly, "right, Fox?"

A phoenix the size of a palm was combing its feathers on its own.

At this moment, at the Hogwarts School, the world is being staged-

Gidro Lohart slept in bed and enjoyed the leisure of Christmas holidays;

Professor McGonagall made a cup of coffee and flipped through the students’ transcripts;

Professor Flivi waved his wand and read "The Analysis of the Curse" with great pleasure;

Professor Sprout takes care of the naughty Mandrah in a warm greenhouse;

Professor Snape fiddled with a measuring cup with disgust, and a booklet with illustrations was still on hand;

Hermione Granger looked in the mirror and grabbed the cat ear on his head in distress;

Luna Lovegood sat in Ravenclaw's lounge, shaking his head and reading a joke book;

...

On the snow, two young wizards trek in the snow.

Harry suddenly felt a white light flashing in front of his eyes. He looked around but found nothing.

"Did you notice it?" he said to his companion.

"What?" Ron raised his head and said absent-mindedly.

"It seems like a light flashed just now..."

"Where?" Ron looked around, but found nothing.

The two continued to step on the snow in the courtyard and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office.

A gust of wind blew, bringing up a few fallen leaves, and their faint sound came from -

"Harry, do you think Professor McGonagall will give me a fake?"

"Sure, you're doing serious things. You should have changed your wand."

In front of a window in the castle tower, Felix calmly put away his wand, without any confusion in his eyes.
Chapter completed!