Chapter 88： idea

Kingsley looked at Felix and hesitated, "I know your name, Felix Haip, but she is not a good talker... That woman is bold, even Fudge herself, she doesn’t necessarily listen. ."

Felix did not speak.

Dumbledore looked at all of this, he blinked his blue eyes, and connected to Rita Skeeter's attitude before, he almost had some guesses.

The old man leaned down to check Fudge's condition carefully. He said: "The basilisk is indeed a terrible creature, even if its eyes are not counted, its toxicity is extremely rare."

"That's true." Kingsley nodded.

"But no matter how poisonous it is, it can't compare to the desires in people's hearts. Voldemort is like that." Dumbledore said calmly. I have no scruples."

"Voldemort once beautified his behavior. He once said that magic is power, Felix, what do you think?"

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

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

Kingsley listened confusedly to the conversation between the two. How did the basilisk talk about the mysterious person? Isn't he dead long ago?

"KOKOKO!"

At the open door of the ward, Lucius Malfoy knocked on the door with his cane. He raised his head slightly, hiding half of his face 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 made a goodbye in due course.

Walking through the corridor connecting the auditorium, Felix happened to see Rita Skeeter's figure. She looked very flustered, and all the makeup on her face was spent.

What's going on here?

"Rita." Felix stepped out of the shadows, startling her.

"Felix Haipu! You, I..." Rita Skeeter stammered.

there is weird...

Felix looked at her eyes, his light blue eyes shone slightly.

Panic, fierce, relieved...

What did she do?

He was a little hesitant to continue investigating-there was a risk of being discovered, but Rita Skeeter lowered his head to avoid his sight, "Sorry, Mr. Haipu, I have something to do, I need to rush..." She hurriedly go away.

"Rita," Felix yelled to her, "As for Minister Fudge's injury, I hope it won't cause too many twists and turns."

Rita Skeeter turned her back to him and said slyly: "Mr. Haip, 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 take his heart away and focus on the research of the magic text.

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

The new semester starts, he must decide the time and content of the duel course.

After lunch in the auditorium at noon, Felix went to the basement of the castle, preparing to finalize the content of the lecture with Professor Snape.

Snape greeted him in a blank black robe.

"Please sit down, Felix."

Snape lifted the hem of the wizard robe and sat across from him. He waved his wand and let a few parchments fly onto the table in front of him.

"These are some of mine—" Snape stared into Felix's eyes. "Insight."

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

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, "You have never drunk what I personally handed you."

Felix curled his lips and stopped talking.

Snape used Veritaserum to scare him when he was in school, and this Christmas gave him a small bottle of high-purity Veritaserum. He really didn't have the courage to try any of the drinks he gave.

He read the contents of the parchment carefully.

"Professor, you mean, learn a spell in one lesson?"

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, "Classes every two weeks, that is to say, learn two spells a month."

Snape said indifferently: "You can learn more than a dozen spells in a school year. As long as you match them properly, you can completely protect yourself." He said in a mocking tone of his usual sarcasm: "Some students can't even put out a standard iron-clad spell until they graduate. ."

This is indeed the reality of Hogwarts. It has been peaceful for too long, and the little wizards are learning spells for exams.

When the exam is over, some cold spells are put on the shelf.

According to the normal teaching order, the little wizard in the fourth grade should master the iron armor curse, but unfortunately, this spell is included in the teaching content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and this course at Hogwarts...

It's hard to say a word.

Many young wizards' spellcasting level in the fifth grade will become the peak of his life, because in accordance with the requirements of the OWLs exam, the compulsory courses must take the exam. Naturally, it also includes such operations as defense against the dark arts, spells, and transformation. Greater than practical courses.

After the fifth grade, the little wizards began to choose improvement classes based on their grades and career plans. Some scumbags might only take one or two courses.

If he chooses a course that is mostly theoretical, his spellcasting level will fall rapidly like diving.

It is estimated that after graduation, except for the most commonly used magic, the others will be given back to the professor.

Felix brushed the ring on his left hand and took out a stack of parchment. "Professor, this is my teaching arrangement for the first spell. You can make some comments."

Snape took the parchment and flipped through two pages carelessly, but then his expression became serious.

"this is……"

Snape immersed himself in reading the content on the parchment and was immersed in the magic skill tree constructed by Felix. He took out his wand from time to time and waved it in mid-air.

"Felix, how do you understand spells?"

Felix said gently: "It's just my personal understanding in the process of learning the spell. There may be some omissions."

Snape flicked his fingers across the parchment, quickly reconstructing the magic in his mind.

After a while, he waved his magic wand and emitted a dazzling red light, knocking a chair three meters away into the air, and the poor chair fell apart completely in the air.

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

can't keep up with the intensity of the disarming spell he used to defeat Lockhart.

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

Felix suddenly felt in his heart.

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

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

This is not difficult for Snape. He has accumulated all kinds of magic, related theories and skills are all available, and after a little experience, he released this spell again.

If you change to a little wizard, you can't do similar things.

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

However, Felix quickly tilted the floor, and he began to inquire about Snape's application skills of memory magic...