"This is a talent."

On Saturday morning, Felix thought as he watched Eddie Camilche demonstrate his newly mastered runes.

Eddie held a small flame in his hand and showed it to the others, then he dramatically closed his palms, and slowly opened his hands amid the exclamations of the crowd, and an orange-red rune symbol kept flashing.

"Look, this is the fire rune, do you want to learn it?" He said mysteriously to his companions, "It only costs two silver Sickles."

...

Felix came out of the hall, and Harry, Ron and Hermione suddenly appeared from nowhere. "Professor, we have an appointment," Harry said breathlessly.

Felix looked at them: "I want to notify you with the Patronus later, okay, follow me."

He took the three of them to the eighth floor of the castle and stood opposite a tapestry. Harry first looked at the interesting picture of "a troll chasing a ballet teacher", and then followed the professor to face the blank wall.

"There are many hidden rooms in the castle, some of which are magical enough to be unaffected by the Anti-Apparition Charm. The Chamber of Secrets is one, and this is another one," Felix explained. "

In the history of Hogwarts, many people have accidentally used it when they needed it the most, but later they found that they could not get in, so they gave it a name, the Flying Room, or the Room of Requirement."

The three of them muttered the name.

"But in fact, it has always been here, or rather, this is its fixed entrance." Speaking of this, Felix was a little dazed. The Room of Requirement was embedded in the magical defense system of Hogwarts, and it has always relied on the magic power of the castle to maintain its operation.

And as far as he knew, the door of the Room of Requirement could be opened at any position in the castle. If he could borrow this power, could he avoid the restrictions of the Anti-Apparition Charm?

He suppressed this thought and continued, "The method to make the entrance appear is very simple. Concentrate on the place you need and pass by it three times. A door will appear on the wall, just like..."

He stopped, because a silver-white door really appeared on the door. When the door opened, a drunken woman came out. It was Sybil Trelawney.

Felix had to sigh at his luck. It seemed that the two met in front of the Room of Requirement for the second time. The first time was when Trelawney came out of the office to hide the bottle of wine. He asked some information about the Room of Requirement. The second time was now, they ran into each other face to face.

"Felix...Hap?" Trelawney's eyes were hazy. She stared at him for a long time before recognizing him. "You, uh...hiccup~"

Felix took two steps back. "Professor Trelawney, you are drunk. It's morning now."

"What does it matter? I don't have any classes anyway!" She took two crooked steps and her eyes fell on Hermione. "Child, I see you again. I have long expected that, uh, you would leave, forever..."

Hermione said with a straight face: "You should have pointed out my name directly, Professor Trelawney."

Felix blinked. He happened to know about this. His assistant took the initiative to withdraw from the Divination class some time ago. He guessed that it might be because her grades in this course were not outstanding, and even worse than those who made up stories.

Trelawney seemed to wake up. She pulled her scarf higher, and the shiny beads on it jingled: "The third eye may become a burden. I don't want to make myself look different, you know..." She left slowly.

"Oh, right." Trelawney turned around, "Dear, what you are worried about will happen in April."

Harry and Ron looked at her doubtfully. Ron took a deep breath and asked softly, "Who is she talking about?"

Hermione said sharply, "There are four of us. If someone has a small accident in April, we will know who she is talking about."

Felix said in a relaxed tone, "I will attend the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin in early April. I don't know if Sybil is referring to this... Frankly speaking, I am not very worried."

They walked into the Room of Requirement. Inside was a spacious classroom, empty, with a ceiling of fifty feet high. The floor was so clean that there was not even a strand of hair. It was painted in different colors, like a colorful grid. Each grid

was marked with a number, from one to ten, repeating continuously.

"Professor, what should I do?" When the time came, Harry suddenly became a little nervous. He held his wand and made a silly pose. Hermione and Ron were glad that they didn't need to try it today.

"Put what you learned from the nameless book," said Felix. "I have taught you everything you should have taught, and your paper is very well written."

"Really?" Harry was a little embarrassed, but he did feel a sense of relaxation and happiness. He didn't know if this was the professor comforting himself, but he decided to follow this feeling.

"Although Apparition becomes more difficult the farther away we are, we don't have to worry about a few feet," Felix said, "So, pick a number that interests you, Harry."

"Uh, I'll choose..." He glanced at the grid in front of him uncertainly, "How about the number seven?"

"Very good." Felix encouraged, "You can close your eyes and listen to me read a guide: Imagine you are in the warm sunshine... You hear the birds singing and smell the fragrance of flowers. You are very relaxed now. Keep this state and imagine the grid of number seven. Think as clearly as possible. What does it look like? Now start to mobilize your magic. Suddenly, you feel a strong desire in your heart to occupy the space in front of you. You can't wait... right now!"

"Bang!"

The air made a bursting sound, like a firework was lit. Ron and Hermione were surprised to find that Harry disappeared and then appeared on the edge of the red grid of number seven.

Harry lost his balance and fell forward. He quickly reached out to support the ground to avoid making a fool of himself. He panted excitedly and looked down at his feet, "I, I did it."

"Great." Felix said, "Next, let's try again. This time, there will be no guide words, you can do it on your own."

Harry was full of confidence. He stared at the white box with the number one in his original position. Goal, determination, calmness...

He closed his eyes and felt light and floating. Did he succeed? He didn't hear any sound, opened his eyes, and found that he was still in the same place.

"Try again, Harry, feeling is important."

The third time still failed, he was a little anxious, the fourth and fifth times

"Bang!"

Hermione screamed, Harry opened his eyes, he found that he had appeared in the number one box, the only problem was that his right leg was still in the same place twenty feet away.

He thought he would panic and faint from fear, but he didn't. Besides the fact that Professor Hep was here, he also experienced separation too many times in the nameless book.

"Separation is a normal phenomenon." Felix walked to Harry calmly and waved his wand. After a burst of purple smoke, Harry sat on the ground panting with sweat on his face.

"Do you want to rest or continue?" Felix asked.

"Go on," Harry grinned, "Professor, I found a little bit of the feeling of special training."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"It's split again, this time it's the ears, can you hear it? Of course, let's continue."

"Bang!"

"Puff!"

"Not bad, you are getting more and more proficient. Have you noticed that the sound when casting spells has become smaller. We are on the right track!"

Ron and Hermione were as quiet as two quails. Hermione whispered: "Is this the special training Harry mentioned? It's simply, simply..."

"It's like self-abuse, isn't it?" Ron described his feelings, "But the effect is very good, except that I need to overcome the psychological discomfort. Oh, it's split again, this time it's the arms..."

Half an hour passed, "Let's take a break and eat something." Felix stopped Harry from continuing to practice Apparition. He looked at the empty room and said accurately and clearly: "I need a table and four chairs."

The Room of Requirement met his needs, and a small brown square table and four sofa chairs appeared in front of him.

Felix winked at them: "I'm demonstrating it to you. You may need it in the future. In fact, just recite the instructions in your mind." He waved his hand, and from the ring on his left hand flew out several plates of snacks and chocolates, as well as a large pot of fresh orange juice.

Harry walked over lightly, his legs soft as if he was stepping on cotton. He collapsed on the sofa chair, and his whole body was exhausted.

Felix conjured up a straw and let a glass of orange juice float in front of him. Harry lowered his head, bit the straw, and drank it "gulp".

"Professor, if I want to practice Apparition, do I have to do this?" Hermione asked timidly.

"You are different from Harry," Felix said: "He prefers feelings, and you value rationality. So, for you, it is more suitable for you to practice while thinking and summarize the gains and losses of each spell." "

Hermione is the smartest witch I know." Harry raised his head and said, and Ron agreed.

"It has nothing to do with being smart or not, Harry." Felix said gently, "Everyone is good at different things. Some people rely more on intuition to learn magic. For example, you can regard it as a talent."

Ron said thoughtfully, "I think I also rely on intuition, no, I rely on experience. I learned a lot of magic after experiencing it myself, such as the Binding Spell, the Stunning Spell, the Disarming Spell..."

Felix looked at Ron with a strange look. He heard Hermione mention that Ron created a unique "experiential learning method" to experience the effect of the spell with his own body, and then the speed of learning the spell was greatly accelerated.

The most outrageous time was when he was learning the Binding Spell. He asked Harry to tie him up more than 20 times in a row. As a result, before the end of the duel self-study that day, he successfully released the magic rope as thick as a finger.

I heard that many people tried to imitate, but no one could successfully replicate Ron's feat.

Felix guessed that either Ron really had the talent of "being abused to grow", or his potential was more than that, but he just couldn't show it on weekdays, so he subconsciously found such an outrageous reason for himself.