Chapter 367： Classroom 7

After the conversation with Professor McGonagall, Felix only assigned an assignment, the content was similar to the duel system papers written by Harry and Hermione-when you are in danger, what things can help you through crisis?

"Whether it is personality, knowledge, spells, or things you carry with you, you can write it on." The new president of the male and female student union passed his words to the ears of the selected students.

In the next week, many professors worked together to complete a major project, while Felix spent his time in the responsive house, copying the magic and magic channels above, and the crucial magic nodes. Now it's only the last step-

Weekend morning.

Dumbledore and Felix stood in an empty room. There were no deformed hillsides and green spaces, and there were no traces of different venues during duels. Even the black hanging gates used to select students a week ago disappeared. It's gone.

Only the non-marking stretching spell applied by Felix remained in the room, making the internal space comparable to ten Quidditch fields. If it were not for the ideas of the other four schools, Hogwarts could have them live here.

The professors have already applied a lot of firming spells and protective magic. In fact, every inch of this ancient castle has been infiltrated with powerful magic power. They are more on this basis, adding some additional defensive measures.

There are only two of them in the classroom right now, and there is a serious conversation in progress——

"What do you think?" Felix asked.

"Worth a try," Dumbledore said lightly.

"I never imagined that I would embed my magic into Hogwarts' defense system, which will exist for a hundred or thousand years..." Felix felt a momentary trance. When he recovered, Deng Blido was looking at him with a smile.

"Let's get started, Albus, the students outside are afraid they can't wait." Felix clenched his wand tightly and said.

Dumbledore was kind, he raised his wand, waved his arms like a conductor in a band, and communicated to this ancient castle in a way that Felix could not understand.

"Om~"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Felix felt that the castle under his feet came alive, like a sleeping dragon. He just turned sideways slightly, building nests and holes in it, and the little creatures parasitic on the scales. I found that the whole world has changed.

Clusters of magical powers turned into entities, purple, blue, yellow, blue, bronze, green, gray... they gather and separate quickly to form a blossoming magical flower.

"Felix—" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Felix understands that he needs to fix these magical powers and form a solid link-just like a house of responsiveness.

A fluffy silver ball appeared in his hand, a bit like a seed of fluffy grass, and a cluster of neural networks. From time to time, light blue electric current flickered, and it slowly floated into the air. Then it quickly expanded into a three-dimensional structure, occupying the entire spacious room.

Felix was chanting complex spells, allowing these tentacles and cores to blend into this space little by little. The synaptic-like tentacles absorb the magical power of no master and stabilize the magic nodes above.

After 　　 everything disappeared. Magic, tentacles, nodes... they are completely integrated into the room.

Felix switched perspectives, found those nodes, and hid them one by one, so that even a powerful wizard can hardly find them. Dumbledore was doing the same thing. He also laid out a solid magic channel from the authority that no one knew and belonged only to the principal.

As long as Hogwarts still exists, as long as it is still enrolling students, this place will be the same as the responsive house, and it will never disappear.

Dumbledore finished all this, and found four more thinking stone basins in front of Felix.

"Is this...?" He asked curiously, with some kind of speculation in his mind.

"It's the memory of several professors." Felix said succinctly.

He took a deep breath. Everything before that was to create a suitable environment. The next step was the highlight. Even though this step was not difficult, he couldn't help but get nervous.

Felix controlled the four thinking stone basins to fly around, looking like they had divided the room into four parts, with a stone basin suspended in the center of each area.

"What's the point of doing this?" Dumbledore asked with interest. Even for him, this was a rare large-scale magic practice, a rare combination of alchemy, thinking magic, and transfiguration in the magical world.

"Increase a sense of ritual." Felix smiled and said. Then his tone became serious, "Then—the first manager, seventeen-year-old Albus Dumbledore."

The stone basin on the left side of the two of them exploded, and countless dense silver clouds poured out from it. Then, a tall and thin young student with red-brown hair came out.

He held a magic wand on his slender and dexterous fingers, and lightly swiped it towards the left and right sides, and the thick fog split into two. When he was young, Dumbledore had bright blue eyes, and his eyes sparkled with kindness and mischief.

"Old friend, you didn't give me much knowledge, and my head was empty. How would this make me deal with troublesome students?" said the young Albus Dumbledore. Although he was complaining, he didn't seem to be. Feeling troubled, he smiled and nodded to Felix.

Dumbledore looked at him, eyes moist, and murmured: "This is when I just graduated, young and energetic, thinking that I have a bright future..." He shook his long silver beard. He smiled and said, "Oh, I don't know if I have mentioned that when I was young, I liked bibido beans very much, but now I can't accept it anymore."

"Time can really change everything."

The young Albus Dumbledore was waving his magic wand, making a silver turmoil. The mists were like frozen waves, set in mid-air. Then, they deformed and formed an open-air square, a lot of red and gold. Decoration is dotted around.

Felix and Dumbledore looked at it for a while, then turned to the other side, Felix said softly: "The second person who selflessly provides memories-Minerva McGonagall."

The second thinking stone basin exploded into powder. A young and beautiful lady stood on the spot. She had thick black hair. She was about thirty years old and her eyes were green. This is the young Minerva McGonagall. In her, she can see more shadows belonging to the Hogwarts Transfiguration Professor, with a serious face, her hair curled up high, and a pair of square-frame glasses.

"It's really interesting..." She looked around, her lips pressed iconically, "Let me think about what I need to do, Minerva left me a list of tasks."

Immediately, she was motionless.

The third person who appeared was Felius Flitwick when he was young. He is also much younger than the current Hogwarts curse professor. He hasn't worn round eyes with gold rims and has fewer wrinkles. He Wearing a solemn and rigorous suit.

According to his own disclosure, this is the clothes he wore when he won the wizard duel championship.

"Oh, Felix, Albus..." The young Flitwick leaned slightly and waved the magic wand in his hand gracefully. Right here, waiting for you anytime."

The last stone basin exploded, and the young Felix came out. He looked exactly the same as he is now, but with a frivolous expression. He looked at Felix and pointed at him, "I need to talk to you. , You have too many restrictions on me."

"Oh, you don't need it." Felix muttered, letting layers of silver cloud cover him completely.

……

Felix said to Dumbledore: "They will not appear often, but as the managers of this secret realm. Their task is to make this place more dynamic and the scenes experienced more real and controllable. Of course, I said After the training."

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "You have told me all this, I have no opinion."

They walked out of the room together. Two dozen students waited outside anxiously. A little girl screamed: "Why is there no me on the list? Why?"

Professor McGonagall was comforting her and said: "Miss GreengrassYou are too young and you are not mature enough, it is really inappropriate..."

"I am the champion of the first-year duel competition! Champion!" Astoria yelled.

Professor McGonagall looked at her with a headache, when Dumbledore walked over, bent down and said softly, "You are little Astoria? Your father sent me a letter. Let's go and take a look. By the way , I can recommend you some sweets..."

"Really?"

"Professor McGonagall can testify for me..."

McGonagall rolled his eyes, but finally solved a problem. She said to Felix, "These students will leave it to you, Felix, I think—"

She thought for a while and didn't say much. Turned around and left.

Felix looked at the young faces, "Well, classmates, take your papers, and follow me in."

He took a few steps, stopped, looked at the half-open door, drew out his wand, and outlined it in the air. A line of gilded letters appeared above the door, "Classroom No. 7".

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, and Harry shrugged: "This is a veritable one."

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