Chapter 453： Responsibility breeds courage

Professor Macchiban bluntly transferred the topic to her friend Gilbert Wimple on the experimental spell committee. She said with a loud voice: "Wempel wants to come over! But I persuaded him to heal the horns of the head. For a while, I happened to know that Dorothea was in St Mungo yesterday, so I asked him to go there quickly...he asked me to bring you these materials."

Felix took the information. Macchiban said casually: "There are some questionnaires to assess the dangers, ease of learning, and potential risks of spells. You only need to hand them to the students and ask them to fill out and send them back to the Ministry of Magic Experimental Spell Committee. At that time, the Ministry will send someone to inspect it."

Before leaving, she asked tentatively: "You really don't plan to write your own name? It is possible that a new spell will be named after you!"

"Oh, no, I have difficulty in naming." Felix replied.

Old Vera stopped when he walked to the door and asked casually, "By the way, those ancient magical books in the library"

"Still in the same place, the penultimate row of bookshelves." Felix replied immediately.

Old Vera froze for a moment, waved her hand, and muttered "Thank you" in her mouth.

...

Felix walked out of the ancient magic text office, thought about what happened just now, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "To stimulate the stubborn old man today, and to stimulate again tomorrow, then you can watch the changes, after all, there are Kramy's. It's... I'm such a good person!"

"Teacher, professor?" He stuck his head out of the corridor and stammered.

It's Neville.

"What did you hear?" Felix asked him with a smile.

"You, you are a good person..." Neville replied blankly, showing a frightened expression in the next second, and desperately covering his mouth.

Felix: "...Don't speak out."

Neville looked at the stern professor, and the chicken nodded like a peck.

"What's the matter? By the way, how are your parents? I heard from the staff at St Mungo that they have been discharged from the hospital."

"Yes, I have recovered." Neville replied hurriedly. "The director of the Auror office came to visit some time ago. I hope they can return to the Auror team or become the team leader."

"Screinger?" Felix frowned slightly.

"It's him," Neville said, "but Mom and Dad decided to rest for a while. They traveled abroad and have rehabilitation training by the way... and then they will make a decision when they come back."

Felix nodded slightly, "Sounds good. Alright, Neville, you are lying in ambush in the corridor. What do you want to say to me?"

"I, uh," Neville stammered again suddenly, his face flushed, he swallowed frantically and said, "I am Gudong! I want to ask, is there any magic that can make people brave?"

"Be brave?" Felix looked at him strangely, "What do you want to do?"

"I, I found that my talent has improved, and my grades have improved a lot, but my courage is still so small, I don't even dare to speak loudly in front of everyone, afraid of being laughed at..." Neville said with a sad face, "Also, There is also a competition"

"Do you want to participate in the Contest too? Potter and the others are also involuntarily."

"No, I mean, these two projects, no matter which they are, I don’t have the courage to challenge or a trace of courage... Whether it’s a fire dragon or a deep lake, as long as I think of these, I can’t help but shiver. "Neville said with teardrops.

"So I want to ask, is there any magic that allows me to block these negative emotions, including other people's evaluations of me?"

Neville looked at Felix hopefully.

Of course, Felix thought, Occlumency is simply tailor-made for you. But if your goal is to gain courage by shielding emotions, then you are turning the cart before the horse.

"You asked me down." Felix looked at Neville up and down, making him uncomfortable: "Your idea is really unique... Is it a curse?"

"Curse, curse?" Neville looked startled.

"Yes," Felix scratched his chin carelessly, and said gloomily: "I curse you, every second of your life after this moment, the insults, slanders, ridicules, resentments, and dissatisfaction you hear have changed. It becomes the most beautiful compliment in the world..."

"I can't hear unpleasant advice..."

"I can't hear honest advice..."

"No kind ridicule..."

When Neville's body was cold, there seemed to be something dirty around him, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Professor?" Neville said desperately, crying, "You really cursed me? Ask me somehow..."

Felix said with a solemn face, "You are a fool."

Neville was stunned. He stared wide at first, and then blinked until he was dry and unbearable. "I, I'm okay? I heard you say I'm a fool... so I'm not cursed?"

Felix laughed.

Neville's round face couldn't help tightening, Felix patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Remember what happened when you got the invitation card when selecting the Warriors?"

"I saw... Hogwarts... England... the ocean... the world and... the bright stars." Neville said. He recalled the shock when he wandered in the vast universe and starry sky. It was a silent contrast, and he could feel his own insignificance without any language.

Thinking about it, his thoughts suddenly strayed, and by the way, he remembered the scene when he had to pass the level before he was standing on the stage and singing to the next row of "Professor Snape". It was a nightmare: Snape with an intoxicated expression and beating; Snape with clenched fists and glaring at him; and Snape with a black cloak and indifferent eyes; and striding. Snape who came and tried to get on stage to catch him...

That scene was so shocking that he felt weird when he saw the real potions professor afterwards. He was afraid that Seamus or Dean next to him suddenly turned his head and showed a blank expression. , A face with a long hooked nose.

But anyway, he really wasn't too afraid of going to potions class.

He heard a snap of his fingers and looked up to see Professor Haipu looking at him. "Sorry, professor, I'm lost..." Navernana said.

Felix showed an expression of understanding.

He didn't use the pantheon, thinking that Neville was immersed in the memory of magic attached to the invitation card.

"Have you had any plans for the future?" he asked invitingly.

This is just an introduction to the next topic. But Neville nodded, "I thought about it. I want to be a professor of herbal medicine, or an Auror."

"What's the reason?" Felix asked with some surprise. Few students thought about this issue so early, and they didn't realize it until the fifth grade employment consultation.

"I like herbs!" Neville said loudly, then glanced at Felix with embarrassment, and muttered, "I still want to catch little Crouch."

Felix nodded slightly, fully understanding his thoughts. Among the four Death Eaters who used the Heart Drilling Charm on the Longbottoms, only Crouch was at large, and the other three were still squatting in Azkaban.

Speaking of Azkaban, he seemed to think of something. Azkaban...Death Eater...what exactly is it? He tried to grasp this ray of light, and the information about Azkaban flashed through his mind quickly.

North Sea island...cannot be marked...built in the fifteenth century...the dark wizard Extis Lair...tortured passing sailors to make dementors...dementors?

Felix blinked. As far as he knew, because of what he did last year, the Wizarding Prison was seriously under-guarded. It takes a long time for the new dementors to reproduce and grow. It is estimated that many hitters will be sent there in rotation in the past few years.

Could this be the reason why the Ministry of Magic intends to recruit more Aurors and strikers? Felix guessed unreliably, um, at least it's probably the reason Fudge agreed to guard the Wizarding Prison...

He thought for a few seconds, and it was difficult to find anything valuable or worthy of vigilance for a while. He could only write down this information secretly, and then ponder it when he has time.

Felix raised his head and said to Neville, "The herbal medicine professor and the Auror are both good choices, but they all have one characteristic in common."

"What characteristics?" Neville asked. He suddenly thought of Roger Davis's feat that gave birth to the black thorn seed to subdue the fire dragon in his first project. Professor Sprout was very excited about this.

Does the professor mean to arm yourself with the knowledge learned in the herbal medicine class?

"They all need to enlighten others." Felix gave a very different answer.

Neville looked at him hesitantly. He can understand the professor enlighten the students, just like this moment, but the Auror...

"Think about it," Felix said solemnly, "If you are a professor, you will have to face a group of students who are alive and well, or if you are an Auror, look long and be a The team leader is not too much, right? Then you must always pay attention to the emotions of your team members, otherwise a slight mistake may be a life."

Neville's expression became serious, and then nodded. He heard his parents say similar things, and some of his views do coincide with what the professor said...

The professor knows a lot. He thought enviously.

"...So you should also have this ability." Felix concluded at last.

"Uh..." Neville's face started to blush again. He was really not good at this job. He had only one thought at the moment: it's over, he can't be the professor of herbal medicine and the Auror, but he quickly cheered up and whispered. Say: "Shall I try?"

Felix nodded approvingly while picking and choosing in the ring, and then took out a brochure. "I happen to have a magic here, you can take it back and see... it is the magic attached to the invitation card."

Neville couldn't wait to take it, and was a little dumbfounded. This seems to be a manuscript, but the corners are glued together with a spell, which looks like a book from a distance, but it is not at all. He stared at the handwritten cover, the name on it was altered twice

"Mind House Magic Orientation Condensed Edition (provided by St. Mungot (crossed out);

"Magic Research (Terror? Mystery? Spiritual Pollution? (crossed out);

The last name is the surviving name: "Daydreaming Curse (Universal Starry Sky.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Felix grabbed the pamphlet from Neville in a daze, took out a few pages, and explained: "These are not for you."

Then he returned the rest of the pamphlet to Neville, patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you encounter similar problems in the future, you can try this spell. In addition, tell yourself: If you want to enlighten others in the future, do it yourself. How can I enlighten others before that?"