Chapter 722： eve

Update: It took a while for Professor McGonagall to appear. She was not surprised that Felix made some noise from time to time, and they had already discussed the possibility of incorporating Felix's magic into the school, but they couldn't convince the Sorting Hat at the time. Therefore, she calmly calmed some of the frightened teachers and students before returning to the principal's office.

Felix sat on the sofa, seemingly unchanged—except for the Book of Runes he was holding in his hand, which he read with great interest.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with scrutiny, then asked, "A lot of gain?"

"Yes," Felix said with a smile, "I have broadened my mind a lot and gained a lot of knowledge. Although I still couldn't speak to the four founders in the end, it seems that I really swam together." He After a pause, he said a little embarrassedly, "Minerva, there is something you better know..."

"You took one-third of the school's magic?" Professor McGonagall shouted. Felix nodded obediently, indicating that she heard it right. After confirming again and again, Professor McGonagall had to accept this reality, and she asked calmly, "Does it affect the school?"

"A little bit, but it won't interfere with the school's daily magic operation, ahem, I think - the armor and statues in the castle will be silent for a while, sorry for ruining your Christmas plans..."

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes swept over, but his voice stammered: "You know?"

"The name 'Stone Pier Dance Troupe' is good, and it just corresponds to the spell that controls them."

Professor McGonagall looked at him blankly, her mouth pursed tightly, her knuckles bent and stretched constantly indicating that she was not in a calm mood at the moment, and it seemed that she might rush over to pinch him at any time.

Felix took a look and quickly added:

"...Not on purpose, I took a look when I put the Sorting Hat back, I believe that no matter who it is, everyone will take a second look at the comic strip in the pile of documents on the table..." Then he said with a smile: " Minerva, this is the first time I know you can draw. If I had to comment, I would say very, very expressive."

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, deciding not to dwell on the subject. She concentrated, and then asked: "You need magic power? Is the magic power not enough now?" While speaking, she suddenly glanced at Felix's Book of Rune, and the thin pages were filled with palpitating violet colors. And ice-blue magic, a small pocket snake swam around happily, and its silver transparent body floated up and down in the pages of the book.

"It's barely enough to fight a prepared battle, but I want to do something else by the way," Felix put his hand on his chin, thinking, "I'm not sure if it can be done, after all, it can't be true. massacre."

"Do something else? Is-"

"We have drawn so many big cakes, and at least one must be realized, and at the same time, it is also to prove to the world that wizards always have a way out, and what they value is far less important than imagined."

"You mean?" Professor McGonagall whispered.

"land."

They were silent for nearly a minute, and the portrait of Phineas Black on the wall stroked his goatee and said, "I can tell, you want to be a hero alone."

"What's your opinion?" Felix asked politely.

"There are no high opinions, but a bunch of low opinions," said Blake's portrait sarcastically. "Leave the process of proving you a fool, and I will directly say the conclusion-" He suddenly grabbed the frame and shouted vigorously, "Boy, you can't Do it! You are the most famous Archmage after Salazar Slytherin!"

"Speaking of the Archmage, Tom Riddle—"

"Let him go!"

"And Merlin—"

"Fuck his Merlin!" said the Blake portrait gruffly. "That's what Gryffindor is for, but you're a Slytherin. We're brave, but not stupid, understand? There's no need to come out on our own, at least Drag a bunch of people, like the reckless Gryffindors and the goofy Hufflepuffs..."

The remarks immediately drew protests from several other college presidents. Felix was deeply worried. If he were to hang on the wall one day, then he would naturally be in the same camp as Principal Black. Thinking of this terrifying scene, he hurriedly said: "No one should know the original intentions of the four founders better than me. I just chatted with the Sorting Hat, remember?"

The headmaster portraits stopped and looked at him intently.

"Is the segregation useful? It is useful, it allows us to better find companions and discover the noble qualities within - of course there is more than one quality that can be called noble. In general, some people are successful and some are not. ...and by the end of our seven-year study career, we will be honed in an environment that is far more complex than school."

"Don't forget, people change, think about how many seven years there are in life - if you had a chance to wear the Sorting Hat when you were 100 years old, where would it put you? Of course, just me It doesn't make much sense anymore."

The portraits looked at Dumbledore. If there is anyone who has had a sorting experience after the age of 100, the most famous one must be Dumbledore.

"It really doesn't make much sense," Dumbledore said in the canvas, "you have unlimited possibilities when you are young, and you can put Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenk One of Law and Godric Gryffindor as a goal, and when we're old, we'll just be ourselves."

The circular office was silent for a while. Professor McGonagall blew his nose, "Okay, okay, I'll leave time for you to debate, Albus, there's something you should tell me while you're alive..."

She regained her mood and said seriously to Felix: "We have to prepare as much as possible and go all out. We won't have too much time. I believe you need time to digest..." She said big He walked to the desk and took out a photo album from the drawer.

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"Don't you need magic?" Professor McGonagall explained as he turned the page: "What better place than other schools of magic that are equally famous in the world? Thanks to this album, I know enough about other schools, I I happen to know that some schools have similar defenses to Hogwarts, such as Beauxbatons..."

Professor McGonagall raised her head, looked at Felix who was standing still, and asked, "What's wrong?" Felix said jokingly, "Minerva, I really want to kiss you." Professor McGonagall blushed. Glancing at him.

...

In mid-December, a few snowfalls fell at Hogwarts, and the Black Lake was thick with ice. Some students were trudging through the snow on the grounds for a class on the conservation of magical creatures when they saw the hut built by Professor Haipu by the lake in the distance.

Students have a lot of speculation about this, but none of them have been confirmed, and the professors in the school are also very secretive. The more widely circulated story is that Professor Hepp worked hard to strategize for the exercise a week later - yes, it's hard to say where it came from, and people refer to the visible conflict as a 'drill'.

"It's actually a fig leaf." A boy said with a serious expression: "My dad wrote to me and told me that anyone with a brain should support Professor Hepp, support the International Confederation of Wizards, and oh, and the International Union of Pan-Magic— "

"So you put a bunch of flowers at the professor's door?" another student said teasingly. "Not only were you locked up, but you were beaten all over by a sniff?"

The boy blushed. "I put the card! Greeting card!"

The students around him laughed, but they all looked at the hut by the black lake with awe, but this awe didn't last long, a round, furry black-skinned Niu Niu rushed towards the students , waving a small glowing wooden stick in his small hand, babbling in his mouth.

"Run!" one of the students shouted, and then ran away, and the rest of the students quickly followed. But some people stayed, mostly girls, with eager expressions on their faces.

Warren blinked his black eyes, excited. This week, the big devil is busy with business, and he doesn't even have time to play cards. Only Harry, Hermione, Ron and the others will come here specially, and Luna, but even Warren doesn't know if she has lost her way. . In short, the days were very boring, but fortunately it found a new pastime for itself.

Wearing a delicate cloak, Warren waved imposingly on the boulder by the lake. In an instant, the snow rolled, and the crystal white snowmen Niu Niu jumped out and rushed forward behind Warren. The students who had stayed in place before were already ready, and their eyes flashed with excitement, and soon the two sides faced each other. The ball flew around, and the laughter and scolding continued.

Ten minutes later, the burly Hagrid stood in front of the house and yelled at them.

The battle was forced to stop, and the two sides each put on a victorious momentum and agreed to fight another day. Warren walked towards the edge of the black lake with a majestic and high-spirited step. As he walked, he found that his feet were empty and he was lifted up.

Warren turned his head and opened his mouth to Hermione, who was creeping closer, and Hermione smiled.

"Come on, let's go to class together, Professor Slughorn misses you."

"Maybe he found a sniffler with more snacks in his pocket than he did," muttered Ron aside, and Harry grinned, "but let's admit, Professor Slughorn always finds a good excuse— -Why this time?" He turned to Hermione.

"Oh, I heard he found two dormouse hibernating in the flowerpot," Hermione replied, smiling.

"What, does Warren want to include them?" Harry said in surprise, and Warren lashed out at him.

They walked towards the castle, and occasionally stopped on the stone steps to look at the hut by the black lake that was covered by the wind and snow, and stopped talking tacitly. At the gate of the castle, Harry suddenly said, "I'm going to follow Mr. Dorje's advice."

"What?" Ron asked afterwards.

"graduation trip."

"Oh, you said that," said Ron slowly. "I'm not sure...it should be fine for a few months, but...Hermione, how about you?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I'm supposed to go straight to the Ministry, as soon as I graduate. Miss Burns said there's a shortage of people - people who know both sides well, my plan is to stay at the Ministry for a few years, and then look for opportunities to transfer and go out. Let's go and have a look. The "Confederation and Alliance Charter" mentions many departments that are still in preparation, and I think the observer of the Pan-Magic Alliance is very suitable for me..."

Ron touched his chin.

"So one of you will go abroad and then go back, and the other will be ready to go abroad."

"Precisely summed up," said Harry.

No one mentioned the possibility of an accident, as if they were full of confidence in the future They walked into the castle and glanced inside as they passed the auditorium, the flames were blazing for warmth, twelve Christmas trees Stand upright. Harry glanced at the empty table, which would soon be filled with fat roast turkeys, hills of roast and boiled potatoes, tasty little sausages, butter peas, thick gravy and lingonberry sauce ...

And of course the Christmas crackers, Harry recalled the scene from the last Christmas dinner:

He and Ron had drawn sailor hats, which were far less impressive than their own tiger and parrot hats, and then he thought of the two people who were destined to not be able to attend this Christmas, wearing antler hats, smiling and persuading people to eat more Dumbledore as a child, and Grindelwald who drew a red Santa hat, when he was still disguised as Professor Bagshot...

...

Felix was lying in a shabby little bed, in a state of almost half-dreaming, staring at the richly colored rune book supported by a soft violet and ice-blue light, a small snake in the Swimming through the pages—

That was his Patronus, the new Patronus.

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