On Monday morning, when the little wizards were passing by the bulletin board, they suddenly found that the content on it had been updated.

A little wizard read out the contents nailed to parchment paper-

"This is planned to hold the second duel course this semester at 8pm this Thursday. All grades of young wizards are welcome to participate."

The signature is a flowing name, Felix Happ.

"Why is it Professor Hepp? Isn't it Lockhart?"

"Maybe Professor Hayp snatched the duel club from him?"

"That's big news!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it may be a cooperation, just like Snape in the last class, he was invited by Lockhart."

The little wizards were talking about it under the bulletin board.

The trio stood not far away, and Harry's expression was very excited: "It's finally about to start."

Ron was also full of expectations: "I hope to learn a few powerful curses. To be honest, I was disgusted this week..."

Harry looked at him with a sympathy, "He also asked you to copy letters from fans?"

"Yes, it's endless." Ron showed a disgusting expression, "especially a woman named Moria, who has sent the most letters and is most favored by Lohart. I can recite some complete clips..."

"Don't!" Harry quickly stopped him.

Ron muttered: "I have heard a lot of secrets from him these days. Hermione, I know him better than you now."

"But it shouldn't be, why did he do this?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"I think it might be because he gave up on himself? He now writes an apology letter to Fudge every night." Ron guessed that Connelly Fudge had never responded to him these days.

...

When Harry and the other two came to the classroom of the Dark Magic Defense Class, Lockhart stood at the door, his expression seemed to be thoughtful. As they passed by, he grabbed Ron, "You think, have my personality changed a lot recently?"

A trace of horror flashed in Ron's eyes, and he stammered: "No, I didn't pay attention, Professor."

"Well...why do I feel something is wrong?" Lockhart let go of his hand in confusion, and the trio slipped into the classroom from him.

In the seat-

Harry said: "He himself found something was wrong, there must be something wrong here."

"Maybe I've been hit by a confusion curse? Many curse have similar functions." Hermione analyzed seriously.

"It's possible that every time I face him alone, I want to chant an evil curse on him." Ron looked resentful.

"By the way, do you have any clues about those three parchments?" Harry suddenly remembered something and he asked Ron.

"No, it's just an ordinary interview."

"What is it?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron roughly explained their origins, and she wanted to ask again, but class was soon started.

In the Dark Magic Defense class, Lockhart was still performing his own teaching performance. "I need to choose a volunteer. Today's plot is the most critical and exciting part."

The little wizards bowed their heads one after another.

"Ron Weasley, it's you!" Lockhart called Ron to the stage. Thanks to last week's confinement, this time, he finally did not pronounce the wrong name.

"That's right, that's it, Ron, you are an innocent villager, troubled by werewolf, you are begging for my help, yes! The expression is a little bitter, very good..."

Ron acted as a prop in Lockhart's story with a bitter face.

"The next one is my inner monologue. This paragraph is very important, you all listen to it."

Lockhart shook his head and made a gesture of worrying about the country and the people, and said in a long voice: "Miserable people! They always face the threat of werewolf. The cause was that they killed a little wolf cub who took the initiative to attack livestock. What did they do wrong! It's really sad, a pity... My conscience cannot be ignored!"

The performance continued, and Lockhart straightened his chest, as if facing the praise of the villagers. But Ron's face suddenly turned pale.

Until he returned to his seat, his face looked like a distraught expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Ha used his arm to push him. Is this a big blow? It's not that he has played the role of a vampire for three weeks.

"Let's talk later, talk later." Ron shrank himself into a ball, avoiding Lockhart's sight.

On the other hand, Felix is ​​teaching the fourth-grade wizard.

"Today we will learn the last set of practical magic texts. At that time, your magic puppets can exert all their effects."

The twins in the audience raised their hands: "Professor Haypu, do you have advanced knowledge?"

Felix smiled, "What do you want to learn?"

"For example - open up other practical magical texts." Fred said.

Felix blinked and looked at the twins. They seemed to be good seedlings of ancient magical scriptures.

It can be seen from the Christmas gifts given to him by the twins. Of course, they did not use magic texts, but alchemy thinking.

"If some of you have the extra time to learn, of course I'm willing to teach more." Felix made a promise.

After class, Felix called the twins.

"I want to know if you have a clear plan for your future?" Felix asked.

"We want to open a Weasley Magic Trick Workshop!" the two said in unison.

"Well...it's like the Joko Joke Shop?" Felix asked.

"Almost... But Jokovic's thoughts are still in the last century, and we want to do something new and interesting," Fred said.

"Yes! We have a lot of good ideas, but due to our abilities, most of the designs cannot be created." George's expression was quite regretful.

"Great idea. But I think you shouldn't have professional guidance, right?" Felix asked.

"Well, when we were young, we came across some books from home, which were about making gadgets and jokes, and we also looked up a lot of information in the library, which helped us a lot, Professor Happ." Fred said with a cunning expression.

Library? Or the banned book area? Felix said nothing, and the reputation of the twins is quite reputable in the circle of professors.

He simply sent out an invitation: "Next year, I will start my own ancient magical club. Are you interested in this?"

The twins looked at each other in surprise, "Of course, professor!"

George suggested: "Professor, can't your ancient magical club be run in advance?"

Felix shook his head regretfully, "There is less than half a year left in this school year, and I have been distracted by various things, so I have to postpone it until next year."
Chapter completed!