Felix walked slowly into the castle.

That girl should be Ariana, Dumbledore's sister who died young? He used the Resurrection Stone to recall the projection in his memory... But is the Resurrection Stone so powerful?

Felix wondered, his eyes could see the glimmer of soul. In other words, Dumbledore used his power to give the memory projection a trace of soul characteristics, or did he share part of his soul, and both of them were now in a situation of loss?

But one thing is certain, Dumbledore's understanding of the soul completely surpassed himself.

His soul state at this time was simply terrifyingly powerful.

Felix had a feeling that Dumbledore could break away from reality at any time, open a portal, and send away all the ghosts entrenched in Hogwarts Castle. Just like Helena back then.

The legend of the Deathly Hallows slowly flowed in his heart. He learned the names of the three Peverell brothers from Luna. Felix was more inclined to believe that these three people were powerful wizards who embarked on different magical paths and left behind three treasures representing themselves.

The treasures contain their own understanding of magic. Just like Felix's magic book, if it is obtained by someone thousands of years later, it is very likely that he will follow the same path as him. .

It is also possible that there is an extremely skilled alchemist among the Peverell brothers, and this alchemist has made these powerful magic items based on the different characteristics of the three. In this possibility, Felix believes that the skilled alchemist is between the second or third brother, because the eldest brother is more like a warrior in the legend.

If it is true, the alchemist's magical attainments are too amazing. Not only does he know the soul very well, but he must also take into account both wand craftsmanship and alchemy... It's terrible, but it's not impossible.

But unfortunately, there are not many stories about them left in history. Tsk, time!

As for the "mission" mentioned by Dumbledore, Felix sneered.

...

The next day, the sky was gloomy and cloudy, and the little wizards walked between the castles in the drizzle.

After the first class in the morning, Felix came to the staff lounge. Professor McGonagall could not wait to hand him a newspaper.

"The list of personnel has been made public." She said with a smile.

Felix took it and took a closer look. It said the list of Animagus members. The newspaper used an exaggerated method to enthusiastically congratulate the fact that the number of Animagus in this century has reached double digits, and all four of them are students.

In fact, there have been seven registered Animagus in this century. Counting Rita Skeeter and Sirius Black, there are nine. Adding Peter Pettigrew and James Potter who has not been made public, the real number has long exceeded ten people, but the newspaper intentionally or unintentionally ignored the existence of Peter Pettigrew.

"So fast?"

"Not really, it's been almost a month." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, her wrinkles smoothed out. "These three students are beginning to show their talents in the advanced class - Granger has always been the first, so it's not obvious yet, but Abbott and Malfoy are making rapid progress. I also gave Longbottom an extra study note. He will take part in this year's Transfiguration Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination, and I believe he can keep up with the progress."

Felix knew that Draco had been very successful recently. The Malfoy family donated 50,000 gold galleons, which caused quite a stir. His father Lucius paved the way with money, and Lucius's speech at the press conference changed the media's attitude.

Recently, some newspapers (Felix guessed that Lucius secretly gave them money) have shown interest in the heir of the Malfoy family. After careful examination, there are indeed many things worth reporting: members of the Anti-Dark Arts League (contributions to the joint development of the Bright Fire Charm), rivals of Harry Potter and his friends in school (suspected of beautification), great ambitions (dream of becoming a healer), and the newly-minted Animagus.

Draco was very proud, and a peacock was embroidered on his chest at some point, walking around the school all day.

Among the first batch of seven qualified people, Harry was the first to feel the throbbing of Animagus, but also the first to fail; among the remaining six, only four successfully practiced Animagus, and they were all Harry's classmates, or more precisely, they were all members of the front-line observation station who had mastered the Patronus Charm.

On the contrary, the last two seventh-year students, Virgil and Jamieline, are still struggling. They have to keep chanting the spell every morning and evening, and learn the Patronus magic. This is the advice given by Professor McGonagall.

"It's so troublesome." Ron said.

"If we count from the time we mastered the Patronus Charm, we are the slow ones." Hermione said rationally, "The professor said that Animagus is like a magical ritual with complicated steps, and it is the fruit of coincidence that our predecessors grabbed."

"Can anyone really come up with such complicated steps?" Harry asked puzzled. He couldn't understand who would do such a thing as stuffing a month-old Mandrake leaf into his mouth, unless that person was cursed and became stupid.

"All the steps are not decided at once, and you can't assume that the other party is a student like you." Hermione said confidently: "Professor Sprout said in class that mandrake has extremely high medicinal value. It is an important component of most antidotes, so we can imagine such a scenario: "

"An ancient solitary wizard, he is good at Transfiguration and Potions - these two subjects play an extremely important role in learning Animagus - for some reason or coincidence, when he picked mandrake on the night of the full moon, he stuffed a leaf into his mouth, maybe for detoxification... Anyway, after a few days, he found that the mandrake had undergone unknown changes, so he used his knowledge of potions to study it."

"It still sounds troublesome..." Harry muttered. Ron nodded in agreement.

"If you study magic more deeply, you can feel this subtle change, which is equivalent to a signal. Before those magical laws were discovered, most wizards went by feeling." Hermione said.

Ron muttered softly, it sounded like "divination class", Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Pay attention!" Sprout said sharply, standing in front of a mountain pear tree that was more than twelve feet tall. "Today we are going to study the guardian tree. This is a very meaningful lesson."

Harry and the other two stopped talking quickly. Sprout's words were not only for them. Harry saw Draco Malfoy put away a newspaper and straightened his chest to make the peacock pattern on his chest more conspicuous.

I wonder if his taste has changed recently? Harry thought, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, because he had observed this conclusion from Hermione. She was particularly fond of peas on the table these days.

Harry knew that Hermione had been practicing Animagus Transfiguration very diligently recently.

At that time, the four successful students spent a weekend in Professor McGonagall's office, intensively practicing the skills of transformation and recovery. After that, they were required to spend a certain amount of time every week on this, repeatedly experiencing the transformation process.

Harry felt that it was similar to the effect of Sirius turning into a big dog and wandering around the campus once a month when he was in school.

However, what puzzled him and Ron was that they had never found the place where Hermione practiced Transfiguration, and her roommates Lavender and Parvati didn't know either. Hermione had never practiced this magic in the dormitory. At this time, Sprout let the guardian tree behind him out so that the students could see it more clearly.

"...The guardian tree is a magical mountain pear tree that will protect people who touch its trunk from attacks by dark creatures. Therefore, the processed guardian tree materials are widely used in many defense items. Their wood and leaves can be used to make amulets, self-defense accessories, carved warning spells, etc. They have a slow growth cycle and the bark is relatively smooth in the seedling stage, so they are also good as ornamental plants."

Professor Sprout asked the students to observe closely. Behind her, in addition to a large guardian tree with a rough surface, there are two small ones planted in pots, lush and green, looking quite pleasing.

"You can touch it, it's not dangerous, unless you are disguised as a dark creature." She said loudly: "But be careful when you meet it in the wild, there may be a group of bowtruckles living on the tree."

Harry stretched out his hand and placed it on the trunk of the large guardian tree. Maybe because there were no Dementors or Inferi around, he didn't feel anything different. The branches of the rowan wood made a rustling sound. He raised his head and tried to find one or two fruits among the dense branches and leaves.

"Ouch - Professor Sprout, it hit me!" Lavender Brown suddenly shouted and retracted her hand.

"Dear, I think it may be because your thoughts are too complicated. The characteristics of the guardian tree are similar to the wands made from them. They are particularly defensive and like people with clear minds and pure hearts." Professor Sprout said.

Draco Malfoy, who was not far away, grinned and straightened his chest.

"That's strange, I thought he would get hit too." Ron said regretfully when Professor Sprout asked the students to take the wooden buckets to mix fertilizer suitable for the guardian tree.

"I think it might be because I learned Animagus. Weasley." Draco Malfoy caught up with a small bucket from behind, bumped Ron with his shoulder, and turned his head when he passed them with a smug smile.

Ron opened his mouth to refute, but Harry held him back.

"Don't fall for it, he's waiting for us to fight him." Harry said calmly: "Malfoy, we will complete the first step in two days. If we are lucky, we will also be Animagus by the end of the Easter holiday."

"That's right." Ron woke up and said cautiously.

"I'm waiting," Draco narrowed his eyes and said condescendingly, "If there is anything you don't understand, I can guide you. If you don't faint suddenly." He said this to Harry.

"If you knew what Harry did, you would be scared to pee your pants, Malfoy." Ron said loudly. Draco approached slowly and threatened, and was about to say something when Professor Sprout came over and looked at them suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"No, nothing."

"Then hurry up. You are behind schedule." She pointed out sternly.

So they hurried to the corner of the greenhouse, where various fertilizers were piled up in different categories, mainly the feces of magical animals. The students picked out the appropriate materials with a levitation spell with disgust, and then left quickly.

While queuing, Ron suddenly asked Hermione: "Your dream is still to become the Minister of Magic, right?"

"Yes. What's wrong?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Then you must work hard, get promoted as soon as possible and kick him out of the Ministry of Magic."

"Don't say angry words, Ron, and the newspaper said that he will become a healer in the future. I think he will not easily regret it even for the sake of face." Hermione said.

"I don't think so," Ron said confidently, "I bet his father will definitely give him a sinecure in the Ministry, such as an advisor or something... How about this, you can make a law that all those who are listed in the Ministry of Magic must go to work on time..."

He spoke excitedly, and Draco had already returned with the materials and gave him a smug look. Patting his chest, the peacock on his chest suddenly flashed Ron's eyes and strode away.

Ron thought that thing looked like a pheasant with its feathers blown up. Justin behind them was not happy to hear that, his patronus was a pheasant. However, his good friend Ernie Macmillan said that Justin's favorite food was chicken legs, and the two of them started to play around.

Sprout, who came over, deducted five points from the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.

"Hurry up!" she shouted again.

"Oops!" When it was Harry's turn, Hermione suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked in a low voice, he had to hold his breath, the smell around was really bad.

"My wand is gone!" Hermione said. Harry and Ron took a sharp breath, their eyes widened in disbelief. "No, it's not what you think. I think I know where it fell."

She took out a small wooden stick from her pocket with a strange look on her face. At first glance, it looked very similar to a wand, but combined with what she said before, Harry found the difference.

"A special wand?"

"Valen's." Hermione said briefly.

"Oh--" Ron said with a long tone. Hermione blushed.

"I, um, was invited by Valen. He is very interested in Animagus. I thought... it's boring to transform alone. It's better to take a walk outside the castle with Valen... From the perspective of animals, some familiar scenes are actually very charming. Valen is an expert in this area."

"No need to explain, Hermione," Ron said carelessly, "Sirius has successfully made friends with Crookshanks. Maybe this is the invisible use of Animagus. I should have thought of it earlier..."

Finally, Harry used his wand to help Hermione choose the right materials. Hermione originally wanted to try it herself with her own wand, but was stopped by Harry. Now is not the time. If Hermione makes a mistake in operation and lets all kinds of fertilizers fly all over the sky, it will be troublesome.

The students returned to a large and spacious workbench one by one and began to mix fertilizers. "Take one part of the soil of rotten fruits and vegetables, and one part of the feces of the moon beast... God, this smell is really strong!" After a while, the smell in the greenhouse became more and more choking.

The bubble head spell came in handy at this time.

"I don't recommend you to use spells, because smell is also an important part of judging the quality of fertilizer. Of course, it's not necessary. If you really can't stand it..." Professor Sprout said dryly.

But only Neville didn't use the Bubblehead Charm. When he finished dealing with his share of fertilizer, he looked like he was about to faint.

"Perfect, Mr. Longbottom." Professor Sprout said with satisfaction.

"Professor? Can I go out for some fresh air?" Neville asked breathlessly, with an abnormal blush on his face.

"Oh, of course," Professor Sprout said with understanding, and Neville immediately ran to the door. "Also, ten points for Gryffindor." She said loudly, hoping that other students would follow suit, but the students stared and hid behind the fishbowl-shaped spell, silently dealing with the sticky stuff in their own buckets.

After class, Hermione disappeared immediately.

Harry knew that Hermione must have gone to get her wand back. Professor McGonagall had asked them to hide their wands properly when they were transfiguring, because wands could not be transformed like clothes, not only wands, but also objects that had anything to do with magic.

So the process was that Hermione gave the wand to Valen for safekeeping and asked him to hide it in her pocket. Then after turning into a beaver, the two little guys slowly wandered around along the castle wall... the

Ancient Rune Office.

"Miss Granger?" Felix asked in surprise. "Is there anything urgent?"

Hermione said breathlessly, holding up a finger. "Yes, sorry, professor, I'm looking for Valen."

"Uh--"

Felix turned his head, it was really strange. The Sniff, who was drawing on the parchment, raised his head, blinked, and pointed at himself in confusion. Hermione waved at it, which meant "Yes, it's you."

Valen jumped off the sofa and came over slowly. Hermione picked it up.

"Sorry, professor, we'll be back soon."

After a while, Valen came back alone. It put its hands behind its back and shook its head. Hermione was so careless. I have to laugh at her next time we meet, but I can't do it now because my size is not an advantage at all.

"What did she want to talk to you about?" Felix asked curiously.

Valen shook his head quickly. He couldn't tell anyone. He couldn't let the devil know about his efforts to win allies.

"She's your new animal friend?" Felix asked thoughtfully.

"Chi!?"

"I didn't peek at your diary," Felix pouted. "You were the one who talked in your sleep at night, saying that we should unite and defeat the devil... How did Grindelwald provoke you?"

Valen stared at him, dumbfounded.