A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 194 News from the Magic Rune Club

The next two days passed peacefully. On Thursday morning, during the fourth-grade Ancient Runes class, Felix once again revealed the news about the Runes Club to the students.

As soon as get out of class ended, he was surrounded by many students.

"Professor, when does the Spellbook Club hold events?" a witch with golden-red curly hair asked, linking arms with her friend and laughing as she spoke.

Felix said gently, "Miss Eckmore, the announcement will be made next Monday, including the recruitment process."

"Can you give me a sneak peek, just a little bit?" Marietta Eckmore pleaded, and the students around her couldn't help but give her an admiring look.

"One way is through open assessments, that's all I can say," Felix said.

"Is there still an assessment? Oh dear, but other clubs are all invited!" Marietta chattered.

Eddie Camille countered, "I think it's good, considering it's the first time we've hired someone." He considered himself a top student and believed he could stand out even with assessments.

Eddie was put in solitary confinement by Professor McGonagall last year for selling substandard potions. At that time, Felix wanted to get Ron out of Lockhart's clutches, so he asked Professor McGonagall for the young wizard who had recently been put in solitary confinement.

He was one of the nine.

With Hermione joining later, a total of ten people completed the initial test on the "Question Parchment".

Felix explained, "There are a few people I'll be directly invited to; they're the people I've observed over the past year and feel are suitable. But time is limited, and I can't get to know all of you..."

The young wizards who had been surrounding the area gradually dispersed, and Marietta, arm in arm with her friend, asked, "Autumn, what kind of test do you think it will be?"

Qiu Zhang joked, "It might not be an assessment; you might receive an invitation."

"I know my limitations—my grades in this course are only average. Camille has a better chance," Marietta said somewhat pessimistically, but she quickly looked at her seriously. "Maybe you'll get an invitation."

Qiu Zhang smoothed her hair. "We can't put our hopes on this; we should make some preparations in advance." She blinked at her friend. "The professor has already revealed quite a bit of information."

"Really?" Marietta looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"The professor said there would be a public evaluation, and considering what he later said about observing candidates for a year before finding a few suitable ones... What comes to mind?"

"I've got an idea... uh, there are two ways to recruit?"

Qiu Zhang stared at her, while Marietta chuckled sheepishly and said, "You know I'm not as smart as you; I'm always a bit dazed."

"You're just too lazy to use your brain!" Qiu Zhang said irritably. She then explained, "The assessment criteria definitely aren't based on ancient magical script scores, otherwise there would be no need to waste time. In addition, all the things this professor has done over the past year—the magical puppets, the parchment for answering questions, and this year's spyglass... all point to one thing."

"What?"

"He values ​​the practicality of ancient magical runes more!"

Marietta finally realized, "That makes sense, but we haven't learned many practical runes..."

"So I suspect there are two possibilities!" Qiu Zhang held up a finger. "The first is that they want us to create an alchemical object to test our practical skills;"

"The second type is to examine our understanding of practical ancient runes."

"But I don't really understand it. Last year we only learned seven, no, nine practical runes," Marietta said with a bitter face.

"You're so stupid. The professor wrote three books in total, one of which is about ancient runes."

"Then what are we waiting for!" She excitedly grabbed Qiu Zhang's hand and headed to the library.

"Wait, wait, we still have class!" Qiu Zhang grabbed his unreliable friend.

"Oh dear, I forgot. By the way, did that handsome Hufflepuff guy ask you out?"

"Ahem! Well... he invited me to spend the weekend in Hogsmeade."

"Oh~"

Meanwhile, Felix had finished his morning classes and headed straight for the library, where he ran into the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor coming out.

He nodded to the professor and walked past him.

"Professor Haip, please wait a moment!"

Felix stopped in his tracks. "Is there something you need, Professor Lupin?"

Lupin looked at him gently: "Well, I've learned from some students that there has been interaction between Duel Class and Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. I'd like to ask about your plans for this school year..."

Felix felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that Snape was watching him from somewhere.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

He thought for a moment and said, "Let me talk to Severus and finalize the content to be taught this school year."

Lupin clearly understood his implication; he made no further requests and thanked him gently.

Felix watched his retreating figure. "A good person, it's a pity you can only stay for a year." Otherwise, he would have tried his best to resolve the conflict between them.

But this kind of thing is actually thankless and easy to get yourself into trouble. If Snape leaves the Duel Club in a fit of anger, he'll be at a loss.

Felix entered the library, greeted Mrs. Pince, the librarian, and made his way to the restricted section.

After a while, he found the book he wanted—"The Wizard's Bloodline".

There are various theories about the origin of wizards, with two being the most prevalent. Those who subscribe to the concept of destiny believe that wizards are individuals who naturally awakened magical powers; they are destined for greatness, different from others from birth. These individuals are revered as the original pure-bloods, or the first generation of wizards.

Wizards who hold the bloodline transplant theory believe that wizards were originally just ordinary people. In ancient times, ordinary people (Muggles) faced the threat of magical creatures and struggled to survive. Some wise individuals experimented by transplanting portions of magical bloodlines into themselves, thus gaining magical powers.

"But the second claim is clearly untenable; it's a blasphemy against the identity of wizards, filled with unbelievable nonsense. Whenever someone discusses this topic with me, I always refute them with this question: Where did those original magical creatures come from?"

"This is not a good question to answer, because there are two opposing views: one is the innate theory, which holds that these magical creatures have always existed; the other is the theory that these magical creatures are the result of wizards' experiments."

According to the first theory, if magical creatures have always existed, why can't wizards also exist forever? The second theory, however, further proves the greatness of wizards…

Felix quickly skimmed over the section that was heavily influenced by his personal opinion, and after about ten minutes, he stopped at a particular passage.

"A wizard's blood possesses magical power, more abundant than that of other parts of the body, and is a prerequisite for some stringent magical contracts. This has given rise to the infamous bloodline detection magic, where some pure-blood families extract the blood of their newborn offspring, discarding those with low concentrations. This practice is universally condemned, and even today, it's possible that some stubborn families still insist on using it..."

Felix looked up from his book, pondering what he had read.

He had originally intended to confirm whether Sirius Black's hair could be used to replace blood in order to break through the defenses of Black's old mansion.

But the problem was, how much hair would he need? Dumbledore hadn't given him much; it was barely enough to make three viewing mirrors. So Felix came to the library to look up relevant information.

Judging from the results, his idea was unlikely to succeed.

Bonus chapter for the leader's suit or white shirt (4/7), to be continued slowly.

(End of this chapter)