Chapter 451: Mulling over

The next day, Felix woke up with a yawn. He did not sleep well last night, lying in bed and tossing around for half a night, when he suddenly realized a matter: he is shouldering too many responsibilities, and many of these responsibilities have suddenly appeared in his hands without being his problem, and he has never tried to shrink away from them, or even resistance to them mentally.

Since when? Felix pondered this question as he brushed his teeth in the mirror. In his mind some people and things flashed by, in just over two years, he has experienced a lot.

Felix knew in his mind, that Dumbledore had never rejected his mystery-solving behaviour, or rather he even took the initiative to tell him a lot of hidden information, something that Dumbledore probably never revealed to someone before.

Well, from what Felix had tested, at least, Severus did not know much about the secret of the Horcruxes. The few people who knew - Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius were under a hush order, and even Remus did not know the truth.

Why would a wise man who had lived through great turmoil and kept his secrets so closely with him tell him so much information readily? Felix could only think of the possibility that Dumbledore wanted to drag him along in the fight against Voldemort.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Felix does not reject this idea, his thought process before entering the job is - He is strong - only Dumbledore and the wandering spirit-like Voldemort can truly bring him pressure. Even if Voldemort is resurrected, Hogwarts is safe enough, after all, there is Dumbledore around, and he also does not mind being sheltered while offering some assistance; if he happens to find that Voldemort's strength is just so-so, he naturally does not mind solving the trouble personally.

But over the past two years, his strength and mentality have changed dramatically. Before joining, he relied more on his talent, using his high level of magic spells to pressure people with great strength, but in essence, the difference between his strength and those Elite Auror is not that great. At most compared to them, he had a few more ancient magic and level six magic spells, along with some trump cards ... but they also have decades of more combat experience than he did, Felix thought he would have fainted if he had been struck by a few stunning spells.

Felix reckoned that he might have been able to beat Moody in his heyday one-on-one ( which he understood during the healing ), but if Moody brought a well-trained Auror squad with him, the result is not easy to predict - he certainly can use his immature thought acceleration to perform his instant kill tactics, which he had successfully carried out against those American students, but once his trump card failed, the disaster will be greater.

Now the situation is completely different. He perfected the instant kill tactic, by which he can move around to come and go as he likes; thinking room magic started to gain battle power, with it, he no longer needs to be concerned with group offence; memory magic is at the top of his list, and soon he will play with it ... Patronus's flying cloak is not very useful, at most, it eliminates the need for a flying broom; with a humanoid shield charm he no longer needs to be afraid of stray bullets, but it can't resist powerful spells ... In addition to this, there is also his bottomless deep attainment in runes.

Frankly speaking, Felix hardly has any psychological pressure. Even when he knew that there is whole new scenery ahead of him - let's say "magical being", or "legend" - he remained calm.

It is always easier to run away when you have no family to worry about, and the records of the last war show that, although rare, there were some people who managed to escape from Voldemort's hunt. Which includes the Longbottoms, which Felix learned about in detail from the two when he visited the Longbottoms during the summer break of the previous year -- not just from memory, but also from the two Aurors' analytical train of thought.

He came to the conclusion that he is much more skilful than the Longbottoms when it comes to escaping.

Considering the worst possible scenario, Dumbledore is no match for the resurrected and reborn Voldemort, he also fell short of fire, he will withdraw as soon as he sees that the situation is irreversible, to wait for the opportunity, as well as for his own ability to cross that threshold.

Felix has both patience and self-confidence in his ability to go further than anyone else on the path of magic, but he needs time.

He had always planned ahead, with calmness, rationality, and self-discipline ... in line with what he always wanted for himself, but when Felix stood at the podium of the Ancient Runes classroom, his both fists clenched hard when he saw a familiar face, and then he wasn't that sure anymore.

'If one day, it is necessary for someone to take over Dumbledore's burden to face what he had faced, what should I do?' Thinking about this question, Felix swept his gaze across the classroom, lingering slightly on the very back of the room, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he said.

"We have two more people in the classroom today, one is Professor Griselda Marchbanks from the Wizarding Examinations Authority-"

The young wizards clapped enthusiastically while looking back at the very small, hunchbacked witch in the last row, who had so many wrinkles on her face that ants could get lost in it. She waved her hand in response.

"We have a lot to talk about! But I think it's more important to focus on class!" The short Marchbanks shouted energetically.

Ron clapped his hands while looking hard at the back row: "She's our examiner for next year, isn't she, isn't she?"

Harry also stared at Professor Marchbanks, but he also divided his gaze a little towards the half-bald old man next to her, who, although not as exaggerated, did bear some resemblance to Uncle Vernon's figure. Especially when he did not speak and stared at them with a pair of bull eyes, these two are simply identical.

Harry dreaded that this man would suddenly jump up and roll his tongue into a ball and mutter words that no one could hear, just like how Uncle Vernon couldn't say a complete sentence when he was very angry.

Hermione seemed to want to leave a good impression, sitting properly, although her eyes almost darted into her eyebrows. And next to her, Neville sat red-faced, still recovering from the shock before class - Professor Marchbanks knows Neville's grandmother personally, and before class, she asked loudly about Neville's grandmother and his parents, and Marchbanks kept telling Neville to "speak louder! " As a result, her voice got louder and louder, but Neville's voice got smaller and smaller.

"The other one is Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Rune Society." Felix waited for the applause to die down, and continued, while the old man gave a "hum" from his nose, as a greeting.

The applause lessened this time, and the students exchanged puzzled glances with each other - "What is Ancient Rune Society?

"Can't you guess it with its name?"

"Is it an organization?"

"How come I've never heard of it?"

"Probably a private club created by a group of ancient rune enthusiasts ... similar to the Gobstone Club at school."

"There is such a club in the school?"

"I can assure you, there definitely is!"

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Felix unhurriedly took out the textbook and said cheerfully, "Today we will proceed with the part we left in the last class, and this part of knowledge is likely to appear in the O.W.Ls exam ..." Sᴇaʀᴄh the ɴovᴇlꜰirᴇ.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

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