Chapter 185： new semester

When Felix was dining in the auditorium the next day, he could still hear various gossips discussed by the little wizards.

"Harry fought against the Dementors, resisting the enemy outside the carriage. I saw the overwhelming red light across two aisles."

"Yeah, it's unimaginable!"

Hufflepuff’s student Ernie MacMillan probed his head and said: “It’s nothing strange. You know, Potter defeated the mysterious man when he was a baby. When I first entered school, I didn’t understand the so-called'savior'. It’s no different from me, short and undernourished, and his grades are so-so..."

He first talked about a bunch of shortcomings, then paused for a dramatic moment, staring at the two companions: "As a result, look at it now! He is finally exposed!"

"Oh, it turned out to be like this." His two friends showed comprehension.

Felix had the urge to laugh. After eating the pie in two bites, he came to the ancient magic text classroom early and looked at his schedule for this year.

Among the little wizards in the third grade, there were no more than ten people who didn't take his course, which made his elective courses inexplicably get the treatment of compulsory courses.

Professor McGonagall spent a lot of time arranging the ancient magic texts into the class schedule.

Finally, the ancient magic texts of the third grade were arranged in the last period of tuesday and thursday, and it was half an hour later than the normal end of get out of class.

Soon the seventh grade students arrived one after another.

Percy, Penello, Wood, Jeffrey, and the girl Ravenclaw who preferred to hold a small skeleton during the magic writing practice last school year...

Among these people, Felix saw a figure that shouldn't have appeared-Marcus Flint.

He graduated in June of this year and now appears in the ancient magic writing class again. There is only one reason: he has repeated the grade.

In the last school year, his two improvement courses-Magical Animal Protection and Ancient Magic Texts-were all zeroed out in the exam, and there was not even one that passed the exam. This is really the shame of pure blood. His father had some activities with the school manager and let him stay one level.

"Teacher, professor." Marcus of the University of Malaysia saw Felix beckoning to him, his entire face wrinkled, and he almost moved to him step by step.

Everyone else was watching the excitement, especially Oliver Wood, who was full of excitement. He and Marcus were too uncomfortable. The two were Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams. Captain, there is no conflict in private.

"You..." Felix looked at Marcus, he was a bit speechless for a while, what did he say? At any rate, his scores in the magic text are better than those in the magical animal protection class, which at least shows that he spends more time in his class.

If he didn't relax the elective conditions last year, would Marcus be able to graduate with only one course?

For this conjecture, Felix also doesn't know.

He rummaged under the podium, took out a piece of parchment, and handed it to Marcus. "This is the answer parchment you used. I haven't cleared your information. The previous wrong questions are still retained."

Marcus took it, grumbling in his mouth, as if he wanted to say thank you, but was choked with saliva.

"Go, I will check it regularly. If your grades do not meet the requirements, I will stop all your activities -" Felix looked at him calmly, "including Quidditch."

"Yes, Professor." Marcus said sadly.

On the contrary, it was as if Wood had blown a loud whistle before the holiday.

Felix glanced at him: "You too, Wood. You and Flint are treated the same."

So a second bitter face appeared in this classroom.

The student on the side snickered.

Soon, the class officially began. Felix looked at the students in the audience: "During the school year last year, you had a relatively easy life, and I am also happy to let you feel the mystery of the ancient magic text."

The witches and wizards in the audience have serious faces. Generally, such words will be followed by a ‘but’.

"But this year is your last year at Hogwarts—Wood, don’t stare at Flint and laugh—I continue to say that you are facing the ultimate wizarding exam. I don’t need more of this exam how important it is. said."

"Next, I will elaborate on our study plan for this school year..."

In the question session at the end of the course, Penello Krivart raised his hand and asked: "Professor, do we still practice magic text this year?"

"Yes, Professor. Last school year, we smashed the little skeleton, drove away the black crow, defeated the magic puppet, cracked the devil net trap, and finally collected four keys. But there are still many places that we haven't explored. "The Ravenclaw girl next to her said, breaking her fingers.

Slytherin's prefect Jeffrey also calmly put forward a suggestion: "Professor, I think you can decide the candidates for the magic text practice class according to the grades."

Wood immediately glared at him, even Marcus's expression was not quite right when he looked at him.

Felix thought for a while, "Well, I will open that classroom on the weekend for interested students to explore. But in the classroom, you should not expect too much."

The class ended in a hurry, and the students filed out.

"Professor Haipu?" Percy stood in front of Felix.

"What's the matter, Weasley?"

Percy hesitated and said, "That's right, my brothers... are Fred and George. They are in fifth grade today."

Felix waited quietly for the following.

"Uh, this is a crucial year. As you know, the OWLs exam...I hope that they can devote more attention to study and take two more certificates."

"Weasley, you can be blunt."

Percy's breathing was stagnant, and he plucked up the courage to say: "I, I heard that you are very supportive of their playful behavior They are getting worse now... I hope you can persuade them."

Felix looked at him and said softly, "Weasley, maybe you want me not to help them?"

Percy said with difficulty: "I have thoughts on this."

There was silence in the empty classroom, and Felix tapped his fingertips on the table, making a clatter.

After a while, Felix looked up, "I can't make a decision for them, Weasley."

"You should know that even without my help, they will put their minds on this. I can't tie them up or... impose a confusing spell?"

Percy was pale, and his lips moaned.

"However, I have a way." Felix said slowly.

"What is it?"

"You join them."

"You're kidding!" Percy's eyes widened. "I can't even look at their pranks..."

"No, I don’t want you to study with them. I mean, understand them. Understand what they are doing, what they are researching, where their time is spent, and why they never get tired of it. When you know everything about them, you can always Find the right way..."

Felix looked at him: "I heard that you are going to be admitted to the Ministry of Magic? This may be a meaningful practice. You can write a related paper."

Percy left thoughtfully.

On the other end, Harry looked angry, and Hermione chased him in small steps.

"Harry, I didn't hide it from you on purpose."

"Hermione, you already knew that my father, Professor Lupin, and that Sirius Black knew! And that dwarf, Peter! You know everything, but you don't tell me at all. I told you-- What about people? Hermione?"