A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 197 The Three-Dimensional Magic Sphere

Felix waved his wand and summoned several plates of snacks. "Please sit down, let's talk first."

He picked up a chocolate cookie and popped it into his mouth without hesitation; the taste of chocolate instantly lifted his spirits.

Hermione looked at him strangely. Had the professor not eaten?

"How was your summer vacation?" Felix asked, picking up another cookie.

"It was great! My family and I went to France, and I saw a lot of interesting magic. I wrote about it in my thesis on the history of magic," Hermione excitedly described her summer vacation.

Felix nodded in agreement from time to time, and soon the two plates of snacks were emptied. He tapped the table with his wand, and the small plates were immediately filled.

"Professor, haven't you had dinner?"

"Uh...yes, you should try it too, it tastes pretty good."

Felix stopped eating when he was about 70% full, and slowly made himself a cup of tea. "I saw the postcard you sent. Actually, I also went to France for the holidays."

"Really?" The little witch blinked, then asked with interest, "Is it also a trip?"

"I went to Paris for a few days on business, and some things happened during that time..." Felix briefly recounted his experience, then asked, "You must have practiced your runes during your vacation, right?"

"Of course!" Hermione didn't want the professor to think she'd been playing all holiday, so she quickly rattled off, "I packed everything in my beaded pouch and carried it with me everywhere: a rune engraving knife, chestnut paper, and my holiday homework..."

"I'll show you." She pulled a small pouch from her wizard's robe, tapped it with her wand, and sheets of chestnut paper flew out, quickly forming a high stack.

These chestnut wood papers are made from improved chestnut wood planks, and apart from the color, they are very similar to parchment.

Felix picked up the top few sheets, which should represent the little witch's highest level of skill, and carefully examined the dense magical symbols on them.

Hermione explained, "I used a third of it to practice individual runes, and the rest to practice rune circuits, as you told me before. However, I've only mastered the circuits used in the beaded pouches so far."

"You keep exceeding my expectations," Felix praised without reservation.

He led Hermione to the worktable. "Give me a real eye-opener, Miss Granger."

Hermione sat in the chair with a serious expression, picked up her chestnut wood carving knife, and quickly sketched a spell. After a summer of practice, her hand was very steady, and her magic flowed more and more smoothly, without any of the stiffness and sluggishness of the previous school year.

Then, one by one, the magical symbols were drawn out, the whole process flowing smoothly and gracefully.

Felix stared at the tip of the engraving knife, watching it pour out a lively red light, like a dancing sprite. He subconsciously recalled his experience of discussing the scaling charm with Flitwick during the day.

Magic balance;

And the vibrancy he sees now...

He flicked his finger, and symbols appeared in the air one by one.

Hermione wrote down seventeen runes in one go, the most difficult set of runes she had ever mastered. "Next, I just need to connect them one by one. You can do it!" she encouraged herself.

She then carefully drew magical lines from the runes, connecting and pulling the individual runes together. She was so careful that she completely ignored her perception of the outside world.

Felix followed Hermione's steps, and the magical symbols in the air automatically connected together, completing the construction of the entire loop even faster than the little witch.

As if struck by inspiration, he connected the routes from beginning to end, forming a circle.

"This feeling is just like the pattern on the Pensieve!"

Felix suddenly had an epiphany. He looked at the ring in his hand, broke it apart, and turned it into individual runes, then reconnected them.

Magic flowed like ripples in the ring, its movement and stillness containing an exquisite beauty. At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to him: he wanted to try to recreate the complete Scaling Spell.

It wasn't Flitwick's patchwork version, but genuine ancient magic.

He had already spent a great deal of time on this magic, and today he was inspired twice—by Flitwick's theory of magical balance and by the feeling of magical agility that Granger gave him.

"Perhaps success is possible today?"

More symbols appeared. Felix first materialized the known runes of the Scaling Charm, and a hollow sphere made of runes gradually took shape...

On the other side, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "Successfully completed the first set of runes." She looked at her work with satisfaction, finding almost no faults—at least from her perspective.

'I'll carve out the rest too, and surprise the professor,' the little witch thought to herself. Just then, she noticed a little creature hopping around on the edge of the chestnut paper—a creature she recognized, having seen countless times in the Mind House.

That's definitely a magical symbol!

Hermione turned around hesitantly, "Professor..." but her eyes were wide open, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

"The professor brought the Mind Corner into reality?!"

In Hermione's eyes, Professor Hyp held a complex, hollowed-out sphere in his hands, surrounded by hundreds of runes of various colors, and new runes were constantly emerging, already covering most of the room.

She stared at the hollowed-out sphere, a small part of which was missing, like some kind of artwork with imperfect beauty. She had seen similar exhibits at art exhibitions.

But Professor Hyp clearly did not approve of this "imperfect beauty." He was trying to restore the sphere, and he summoned the magical symbols one by one, which swirled around the edge of the sphere. Occasionally, one or two symbols seemed to be attracted and connected with the sphere.

It was only at this moment that Hermione realized that the sphere was actually made of runes.

She was momentarily bewildered. Magic runes, magic loops, and what's above that? Magic rune spheres?

Despite her many doubts, she slowed her movements, even her breathing became barely audible.

One of the biggest advantages of becoming an assistant in the Ancient Magic Runes class is that she is always passively refreshing her understanding of magic runes, expanding it to entirely new boundaries time and time again.

Felix now felt as if he had entered a magical state, where he could rely on his intuition to eliminate some options and choose the correct rune.

He's trying to fill in the missing parts, and so far it's going well. The only thing to worry about is that this ancient magic might contain runes that he hasn't yet mastered...

The hollow sphere was gradually becoming complete, and Felix's confidence was growing stronger. He had a strong premonition that he would succeed tonight.

Time passed slowly, and wisps of golden light began to dance on the surface of the hollow sphere. This seemed to symbolize that he was only a little bit away from success; it looked like he was just missing a magic rune.

But five more minutes passed, and Felix broke out in a cold sweat. My God, could it be this bad?

Just one more magic rune missing?

A row of stray magical symbols flew past him, tearing the air in the office with a hissing sound.

"This isn't it, and this isn't it either..."

He forced himself to calm down. Even if he failed this time, it didn't matter. He was already very close to success, wasn't he?

In a relaxed state, he suddenly had a revolutionary idea.

"Why don't I use the existing gaps to deduce the one and only incomplete rune?"

His gaze was fixed on the only gap in the hollowed-out sphere.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He had even analyzed some of the characteristics of the unknown magical runes.

With a clear idea in mind, he became increasingly calm, the surging magic subsided, and he focused most of his consciousness on the Mind Chamber, constantly trying to construct the magical runes he imagined.

Soon, the first attempt began. A fragmented symbol appeared in the air, but it vanished as soon as it was half-drawn.

Error... Try again!

The Mind Chamber can only be imagined, not proven. But at this moment, he used the Mind Chamber to speed up his thinking, trying his best to buy time.

Unbeknownst to him, he had broken the operating speed of the Mind Chamber, soaring from three times, four times, and so on.

It's foreseeable that he won't have a good time in the next few days...

From Hermione's perspective, the construction of the hollow sphere seemed to be stuck at the last step, while Professor Hyp began to continuously draw a mysterious symbol in the air, its shape changing slightly each time.

A terrifying thought crossed her mind: Was Professor Hyp creating his own magical script?

What an extraordinary talent!

Is she really not in the Mind Chamber?

Half an hour passed, and after countless failures, a dazzling golden magic rune was drawn out. As soon as it appeared, it was attracted to the hollow sphere and they merged together.

A dazzling golden light bursts forth from the gaps in the hollowed-out sphere, accompanied by a hissing sound like melting metal, as the gaps gradually close until a complete sphere is formed.

Felix held the hollowed-out sphere in one hand, bathed in golden light. At this moment, all the pressure disappeared, and he felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, as if his body and mind had been completely cleansed.

Hermione stared blankly at the scene before her. She suddenly remembered reading the Encyclopedia Britannica when she was a child, seeing all those great names, described with all sorts of beautiful words: genius, great man, hero, legend...

She was just a little girl then, struggling to hold the exaggeratedly large book and asking her father, "Dad, what is a legend?"

The father said softly, "Perhaps they are those figures who transcend their time, those who only appear once every thousand years."

"Are they intelligent? Or powerful?"

"I think it's more than that. History has never lacked intelligent people, nor has it lacked people who wield power."

"What exactly is that?"

"I can't quite explain it, my dear, but I think at least I'm someone who has reached the top with the recognition and blessings of countless people."

……

She didn't know why she suddenly thought of this trivial matter, but the thought, like a seed breaking through the soil, quickly grew wildly in her mind until it became a towering tree—

"If any legend is to be born in this era, it must be Professor Heap, right?"

The characterization of the protagonist in this book has finally been written: in just four words, a thousand-year legend.

(End of this chapter)