A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 152 Metamorphosis

With less than a week left in the Easter holiday, Felix suddenly abandoned all activities and hid in the Room of Requirement to practice memory magic and Patronus Charms. He had a premonition that his magic was about to undergo a qualitative change.

It was a strange feeling, with both fluency and awkwardness appearing on him at the same time.

As time went by, even students who happened to meet Felix in the corridor noticed that something was wrong with him.

"Professor? Are you feeling unwell?" Hermione asked cautiously, looking into his silvery eyes.

When Professor Hyp looked over, she felt as if her thoughts had been easily read.

Felix turned his head and said gently, "It's nothing, just some magic has improved, it'll be fine in a while."

On the last day of the Easter holidays, the House of Requirement—

At this moment, he sat in a large bronze armchair, leaning forward, his slender fingers supporting his chin, seemingly lost in eternal thought.

A series of ripples spread through Felix's heart as memories of using the Guardian Angel Spell flooded back—

He first successfully manifested the form of a guardian deity in fifth grade;

Accompanying you during nighttime excursions through the forbidden forest;

Then there was the battle when they encountered the Ground Bat during their graduation trip;

And countless hours of practice, day after day...

Every wave of the magic wand, every moment of reflection and insight, every moment of joy, every time I watch it take flight across the sky…

These past memories, like a volcanic eruption, surged into my mind in an instant.

But Felix was no longer as helpless as he was in his fourth year. He had a wealth of experience and, with the help of his breakthrough in memory magic a few days ago, he was constantly sorting out his chaotic thoughts.

The Mind Chamber seemed to be under a spell of seamless expansion, constantly growing and extending. The books inside were being swept and turned by a whirlwind, and all sorts of magical symbols burst forth with dazzling light.

Countless silver wings appeared in his mind, filling his entire world of thought, and then, in a certain instant, these swifts converged towards the very center.

The speed was incredibly fast!

One after another, silver figures collided, exploding into large clumps of silver mist. Thousands upon thousands of swifts rushed forward one after another, while the silver mist at the center churned incessantly, as if brewing something.

Inside the Room of Requirement, Felix's eyes grew brighter and brighter, his light blue pupils radiating a dazzling silver light.

As the light reached its peak, Felix drew his wand and swiftly thrust it forward—

"Protect the Gods!"

A burst of silver light suddenly exploded, first rapidly expanding to completely engulf Felix's figure, instantly spreading to almost half the room. After a brief pause, the silver light quickly contracted and condensed into a silver swift.

That is Felix's new guardian spirit.

This swift was much larger than usual, about the size of an owl, and its body was covered with countless tiny points of light.

These points of light are connected to each other by tiny, almost imperceptible filaments, like the bones and blood vessels of a guardian deity.

When the last ray of silver light merged into the guardian, all the points of light and filaments disappeared.

What appeared before Felix was a brand new guardian deity with a physical form.

A level six guardian spell!

He and the silver swift looked at each other, as if he could sense its thoughts. It spread its sickle-shaped wings and darted through the room like a bolt of lightning, leaving an endless trail of silver in the distance.

"You've gotten even faster," Felix exclaimed.

A swift suddenly appeared before him, floating in mid-air, letting out a short cry to express its joy to Felix.

Felix extended his index finger and gently touched its head. It had a solid texture, and if one didn't look at the silver sheen on its body, others would probably think it was a mutated large bird.

The swift rubbed against his fingers, conveying its inner joy.

Felix smiled with satisfaction; on the eve of Easter, he had finally turned his recent efforts into reality.

Brain Occupation Surgery – Six Transformations!

Capturing the Spirit and Seizing Thoughts—Six Transformations!

Complete Oblivion – Six Transformations!

Guardian Spell - Six Transformations!

The breakthroughs in the other three spells were a natural progression. They had already reached the pinnacle of level five, and in less than a year after returning to Hogwarts, their magical foundations deepened through various experiences—

From the formation and practice of magic in the Mindroom, to his exchange of memory magic with Snape, to Lockhart's magical journal... all the way to the Room of Requirement, where Rowena Ravenclaw's thousand-year-old memories showed him the most advanced memory magic.

With the help of the crown, everything led to a qualitative change in his memory magic.

And once the memory magic transforms, the breakthrough of the Guardian Spell becomes a natural consequence.

Since he faced no obstacles, Lady Ravenclaw directly told him the existence and location of the memory nodes, saving him a great deal of time. However, due to his limited control over memory magic, he found it somewhat difficult…

A silver swift landed on his shoulder and gently pecked at his ear.

Felix's thoughts raced as he pondered a problem that had long troubled him—the cheat code.

What exactly is his cheat code? Or rather, does a cheat code really exist?

There was no panel, no prompts, no sudden appearances of other people's thoughts...

Yes, it was simply tireless practice and a natural transformation, and Felix named his magic according to the number of transformations: Level One, Level Two...

Perhaps this is the true nature of his "golden touch"—

An innate magical talent?

The magical world has never lacked talented people, such as Parseltongue and Disguise Magus;

There are also talents specific to a particular area, such as flight, advanced shapeshifting, potions, or even simply having superhuman strength in a particular spell...

Such examples are common throughout history, but how many have actually been able to bring their talents to their fullest potential?

And Felix did it.

His perseverance, wisdom, and unique magical talent have combined to make him who he is today.

"So, does having a cheat code really matter?"

Felix smiled, looked at the silver swift on his shoulder, and walked out of the Room of Requirement.

Before a window, Felix gently tapped the guardian's forehead. "Go, bring me a moonflower from the Forbidden Forest."

The swift spread its wings and transformed into a silver streak, quickly disappearing into the night sky.

Felix watched the silver trail it left behind and suddenly remembered the ancient poem he had seen in the Ravenclaw manuscripts—

"The stone turned into a little bird, chirping and singing. It crossed mountains and lakes, bringing back daisies from the Red Plain."

(End of this chapter)