Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Early in the morning of the second day, Felix got the research materials in the Room of Request.

He easily found the "bubbly surface, like a large cabinet with strong acid" in Tom's mouth. After using the Levitation charm to remove the cabinet, he found a dusty wooden box hidden in the back.

He cautiously waved the wand, with layer after layer of protective magic flashing on his body, and opened the long-dust box with a lock-opening curse. Inside was a thick pile of parchment cut into neat and tidy.

There is no curse, no dark magic, and no traps.

This disappointed Felix, who was fully armed and treated with caution.

Except for the strong stench from the half-covered cabinet, which forced him to impose a Bubble-Head Charm on himself, the whole process was beyond imagination.

Back at the office, Felix couldn't wait to look through this information.

Frankly speaking, this process is a bit messy. The data contains a lot of dissection maps of magic creatures and Slytherin’s own annotations. When Felix brushed his hand across the paper, he seemed to be able to hear these creatures. The wailing before death.

This reminded him of his own experience of studying dark magic. His heart seemed to be soaked in the foul-smelling black liquid, and his invisible arm desperately dragged him down.

Felix quickly closed his heart with Occlumency. He resisted the discomfort and read the information on parchment.

Almost an hour later--

"hu~"

Felix sighed for a long time, his mood at the moment was very complicated.

It is difficult to understand the weight of the name Salazar Slytherin if it is only a few words from later generations. To some extent, Felix even somewhat understood why Tom Riddle was so enthusiastic and admired for Slytherin when he was sixteen or seventeen.

It was definitely not because of the name of a descendant of Slytherin.

He looked at these parchments in front of him. They are not just a carrier of knowledge-each parchment contains Salazar · Slytherin's thoughts and will when writing the information, which is a kind of calmness. Cold reason, in his eyes all kinds of magic creatures are just materials that need to be studied, you can't feel the slightest sympathy and compassion for them.

But it is this absolute calmness that makes Slytherin's research process extremely organized. Every line of text and every composition contains the ultimate charm of magic.

Even under the protection of Occlumency, Felix couldn't help being fascinated, and the thought of following Slytherin's footsteps surged in his heart.

This is not the influence of magic, but the powerful personal charm that a Legendary wizard exudes in the pursuit of magic.

Felix insisted on sealing up the information completely, "That's not my way." He warned himself.

There are only three parchments left in front of him, and they are all the knowledge he has selected that best suits him.

But Felix didn't start researching immediately. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant scenery of Hogwarts.

His heart in chaos is gone.

"Heh! Tom, is this your plan? You can find a way to fight back even under extreme disadvantages." Felix murmured.

magic circle Many books are potentially dangerous, and not everyone is qualified to read them. Just like the Restricted Section of Hogwarts, there are a lot of dangerous books locked in it-not only the knowledge recorded in it, but many books, just reading it will cost you a painful price.

And Tom · Riddle's purpose is very obvious, borrowing the attractiveness of Salazar · Slytherin's own magic road to influence and assimilate Felix's thoughts.

I can't beat you, and I can't influence you, but I can find someone stronger than me and let his thoughts change you.

The winter sun is warm and not dazzling, the snow in the courtyard is white and not dazzling, and it blows through the biting-cold wind of the tower without piercing the bones.

He looked into the distance and lightly said: "Salazar · Slytherin..."

"...In a sense, our different routes to the same destination are all pursuing magic Extreme. But I have my way, and I won’t jump into your field just because you go further."

"People start from the weak, thousands of years ago, you were never unsure Like I am today, confused about my own path?"

"Now you are a steep and dangerous mountain in my eyes, a legendary far away, but time is on my side, and the future is My side. One day, I will walk side by side with you until I surpass you."

Felix has been standing in front of the window, watching the sun rise until the mid-sky, when its rays of As the light spread across every corner of Hogwarts, his heart became firm again.

This morning, Felix did not think about any magic, but he felt that his understanding of "magic" itself had taken a big step forward. This "progress" was all-round, and it could not be reflected in a Certain specific spells gave him a feeling of pushing away the fog.

He knew that the Magical Theory bottleneck, which he had stagnated for a long time, had finally loosened.

The accumulation of the past few years now has the qualification for qualitative change.

Felix waved wand, the milk-white rays of light centered on him, illuminating the courtyard below, the greenhouse in the distance, the snow on the ground, and the frozen black lake.

The mottled swaying dead branches and the shadow of the black rock by the lake disappeared at this moment.

In the headmaster office next to the Castle Lord building in the city, the bearded Dumbledore holds a piece of Honey Flavoured Toffee in his hand. He lifts the head, and his blue eyes reflect bright gaze through the half-moon lens. .

"It's amazing." He said lightly, "Right, Fawkes?"

A palm-size Phoenix, each minding their own business combing the feathers on his body.

In Hogwarts school, the world is performing.

Gilderoy Lockhart slept in bed hu hu, enjoying the leisure of Christmas holidays;

Professor McGonagall made a cup of coffee and looked through the student’s transcript;

Professor Flitwick waved the wand, reading "Magic Analysis" with gusto;

Professor Sprout is taking care of the naughty Mandrake in the warm greenhouse;

Professor Snape 1 He was fiddling with a measuring cup with disgust, and there was a booklet with illustrations on hand;

Hermione ·Granger looked in the mirror and pinched the cat ears on top of her head in distress;

Luna ·Lovegood sits in the Ravenclaw common room, shook his head and read a what a joke book;

……

On the snowy ground, two young wizards are trekking. In the snow.

Harry suddenly felt a white light flashing before his eyes. He looked around, but found nothing.

"Did you notice?" he said to his companion.

"What?" Ron lifts the head, absently.

"There seems to be a flash of light just now..."

"Where?" Ron glanced around, but found nothing.

The two continued to step on the snow in the courtyard, moving towards Professor McGonagall's office.

A gust of wind blew up and brought up a few fallen leaves, and they heard their faint voice--

"Harry, do you think Professor McGonagall will give me a fake?"

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"Surely, you are doing serious business. You should have replaced a wand."

In front of a window of the castle tower, Felix looked away calmly and put away the wand. , There is no more confusion in his eyes.

"In the next millennium, I will be Legendary."