Chapter 251: Demonstration of Ancient Magic

Chapter 251: Demonstration of Ancient Magic

Felix and Hermione sat across from each other. He lightly tapped the dark armrest of the couch, and through a small table in front of a young witch, they found themselves silently transported into the Room of Thought.

"The professor's spellcasting has become increasingly subtle," Hermione thought to herself. It had been over a year since her first time in here. The colors and shapes had twisted, then transformed, and now she was brought in without a single sound. Professor's mastery over this magic was evident.

Hermione was very familiar with the room. She casually surveyed the furnishings, then her brow furrowed.

The half that belonged to the professor hadn't changed much: dominated by shades of brown, black, and deep green, occasionally adorned with beige and soft gray, it presented a rich yet dignified ambiance.

The deep chestnut carpet was soft and inviting, piled high with thousands of weighty books. These books complemented the black bookshelves against the wall, the dark, matte-finished square table, and the thick emerald curtains.

Of course, there were also more and more ancient runic symbols of various colors, dancing like vibrant spirits throughout the room, providing a lively and magically visual spectacle.

Hermione could almost imagine the professor coming into the room alone—sinking into the couch, summoning a book with a casual gesture, a mischievous runic symbol leaping into his view, flicked away by a gesture...

But today, she felt that something was off. Was it the slightly dimmer color of the carpet underfoot, or the occasional stillness of the green curtains in the corner?

Perhaps it was all in her imagination?

"Miss Granger?" Felix gave his assistant a curious look as she nervously glanced around upon entering.

Hermione, equally puzzled, said, "Professor, your Room of Thought feels strange to me, like... heavier? Or more solemn." She stood at the boundary between their two halves of the room, scrutinizing her own space.

Her side was unmistakably modern in decor. Soft sunlight spilled in, illuminating the light brown carpet, butter-yellow curtains, two potted plants on the central round table—unchanged from a year ago.

"As I compare the two, the odd sensation becomes even clearer," Hermione thought. Finally, she found the word to describe her feeling, "Gothic style?"

Felix chuckled softly, "However did you arrive at that?"

Shaking her head, Hermione replied, "It just occurred to me. It looks unchanged, but certain details evoke a different sense."

Felix began to understand. He said thoughtfully, "You remind me of something. This place is the external projection of our inner worlds. I've had some new insights into magic lately, it'll sort itself out in a few days."This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

"Shall we commence today's lesson, Miss Granger?"

Temporarily setting aside her doubts, Hermione returned to her seat. She and Felix delved into the progression of magical runes.

The road ahead was long and demanding.

Felix encouraged her, saying, "At the upcoming Runes Club meeting, I'll dissect an ancient spell and integrate it into the lesson. If your progress is swift enough, I'll teach you the combination of runes for that ancient spell. The same goes for everyone else."

Hermione's heart raced. She knew that the professor had always approached ancient magic with great caution. Throughout this past year, their discussions on the topic had been sparse.

Did this mean that the professor found her learning progress and magical control satisfactory?

She began to reflect: In her first year, she focused on translating practical runes and delved into rune circuits in the second semester. Before the term ended, she successfully restored a broken bead pouch.

During the summer holidays, she practiced engraving runes and rune circuits with a runic knife.

At the start of the new term, she had already delved into rune transformation, emphasizing understanding the runes themselves. She couldn't help but wonder: By the end of her third year, would she perhaps be capable of mastering an ancient spell directly?

Seeing Hermione brimming with enthusiasm, Felix added, "It's the simplest of ancient spells, don't imagine it has any lethal power." But this hardly dampened her enthusiasm.

As the practice session concluded, Hermione, unusually tired, stood up to stretch. Her gaze swept across the entire room. The unsettling feeling persisted, more pronounced the longer she looked.

"Although the professor attributes the change to newfound insights, it still appears rather gloomy."

She decided to shift her focus, standing in one corner of the room and surveying. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She lifted a potted plant and placed it on the professor's book-laden square table. Squinting her eyes, she smiled.

"It looks much better this way."

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