Kingsley looked at Felix and hesitated: "I know your name, Felix Hepp, but she is not a good person to talk to... That woman is very bold, even if Fudge herself, she may not listen."

Felix didn't speak.

Dumbledore looked at all this and blinked his blue eyes. In connection with Rita Skitter's previous attitude, he almost had some speculations.

The old man leaned down and carefully checked Fudge's condition. He said: "The Basilisk is indeed a terrible creature. Even if it is not counted as its eyes, its toxicity is extremely rare."

"It's true." Kingsley nodded.

"But no matter how poisonous it is, it is not as good as the desire in people's hearts. That's what Voldemort is." Dumbledore said calmly, "As his power becomes stronger, his desires continue to expand, and he breaks through the bottom lines until he has no scruples anymore."

"Voldemort once glorified his behavior. He said one thing, magic is power, Felix, what do you think?"

Felix said lightly: "Magic can carry a lot of things, ambition, dreams, power, power, awe... but these are just scenery on the road. You can stay for a short time, but you still have to move forward after all."

"I personally think that magic is magic, there is no need, and there is no need to add other appendages." He raised his head and met Dumbledore's calm gaze.

Kingsley listened to the conversation between the two in confusion. How did he talk about the mysterious man from the Snake Monster? Didn’t he die long ago?

"Knock!"

At the open ward door, Lucius Malfoy knocked on the door with his cane. He raised his head slightly, letting half of his face hide in the shadow, "Dumbledore, I need to talk to you alone."

"Ah, welcome, Lucius, welcome." Dumbledore stood up happily and walked out with him.

Felix also offered to say goodbye at the right time.

Walking through the corridor connecting the auditorium, Felix happened to see Rita Skitt. ​​She looked very panicked and her makeup was exhausted.

What's wrong with this?

"Rita." Felix came out of the shadow and scared her.

"Felix Hepp! You, I..." Rita Skitter stammered and stammered.

There is something weird...

Felix looked into her eyes, his light blue eyes shining slightly.

Panic, fierce, relieved...

What did she do?

He hesitated a little whether to continue to explore in depth—there was a risk of being discovered, but Rita Skit lowered his head to avoid his sight, "Sorry, Mr. Hepp, I still have something to do, I need to rush the manuscript..." She hurriedly left.

"Rita," Felix called her, "I hope there will be no big setbacks about Minister Fudge's injury."

Rita Skitter said slyly, "Mr. Hepp, Oh, Felix, are you asking me to hide the truth?"

"As long as you don't exaggerate and distort the facts, you know what my attitude is."

When she left, Felix sighed. He should have calmed down and focused on studying magic texts.

However, there is still a duel course that needs to be solved.

As the new semester starts, he must set the time and teaching content of the duel course.

After lunch in the auditorium at noon, Felix came to the castle underground and prepared to finalize the lecture with Professor Snape.

Snape was wearing a black robe and greeted him in expressionlessly.

"Please sit, Felix."

Snape lifted up the hem of the wizard's robe and sat opposite him. He waved his wand and let a few pieces of parchment fly to the table in front of him.

"This is some of mine-" Snape stared into Felix's eyes, "insight."

Felix picked up the parchment paper, looked it through carefully, and joked with him: "Professor, don't you even have a cup of tea?"

Snape pulled the corner of his mouth, "You have never drunk the thing I handed you with my own hands."

Felix curled his lips and stopped talking.

Snape scared him with squirting agents when he was in school. He also gave him a small bottle of high-purity squirting agents this Christmas. He really didn't have the courage to try any drinks he gave.

He carefully looked at the contents on the parchment.

"Teach you mean, learn a mantra in one class?"

Felix looked at Snape in confusion.

"Felix, most of the spells related to duels are dangerous. If you don't slow down, they will give you all kinds of unexpected surprises." Snape deliberately emphasized the word "surprise".

Felix thought for a while, "A class every two weeks, that is, learning two mantras a month."

Snape said indifferently: "You can learn more than a dozen spells in one school year. As long as you match them reasonably, you can completely protect yourself." He showed his usual sarcastic tone and said: "Some students cannot even release a standard iron armor spell until they graduate."

This is indeed the reality of Hogwarts. Peace has been going on for too long, and the little wizards are completely trying to handle exams when they learn spells.

When the exam is over, some obscene spells will be left behind.

According to the normal teaching order, the fourth-grade wizard should master the Iron Armor Spell, but unfortunately, this spell is based on the teaching content of the Black Magic Defense class, and this course from Hogwarts...

It's hard to describe in one word.

Many young wizards' casting level in the fifth grade will become the peak of his life, because according to the requirements of the OWLs exam, compulsory courses are required to take the exam, and naturally they also include courses where operations are greater than practice.

After the fifth grade, the young wizards began to choose improvement classes according to their grades and career plans, and some poor students may only take one or two courses.

If he chose a course that was mostly theoretical, his casting level would fall rapidly like a dive.

I guess after graduation, except for the most commonly used magic, everything else will be taught to the professor.

Felix brushed the ring on his left hand and took out a stack of parchment paper. "Professor, this is my teaching arrangement on the first spell, you can give some advice."

Snape took the parchment and looked around for two pages casually, but then his expression became serious.

"This is……"

Snape buried himself in the contents of the parchment paper and immersed himself in the magic skill tree constructed by Felix. He took out his wand from time to time and waved it in the air.

"Felix, this is how you understand the spell?"

Felix said gently: "It is just my personal understanding in the process of learning the spell, and there may be omissions."

Snape brushed his fingers across the parchment and quickly reconstructed the magic in his mind.

After a while, he waved his wand and emitted a dazzling red light, knocking away a chair three meters away. The poor chair completely broke up in the air.

"Professor Snape, are you?" Felix asked him. The spell just now was not too strong, but too weak!

Even he couldn't catch up with the strength of the disarm curse he used to defeat Lockhart.

Snape felt it carefully in his heart and slowly opened his eyes, "I just blocked my understanding of the disarming curse and reconstructed this magic according to your design."

Felix suddenly realized.

Snape is not only a master of potions, but also has a very in-depth study of spells.

He used memory magic to block his understanding of the disarming spell, and in a very short time, he re-learned the disarming spell according to Felix's plan.

This is not difficult for Snape. He has accumulated all kinds of magic and has all the relevant theories and techniques. After a little experience, he released this spell again.

If you change to a little wizard, you won't be able to do something similar.

Snape's approach further verified the feasibility of Felix's theory, and the current success rate is still maintained at an astonishing 100%.
Chapter completed!