Snape caught the Elder Wand, his eyes still full of wonder. He could feel the magic in his body becoming more active and stronger. The Elder Wand seemed to silently urge him to cast some spells.

He suppressed the impulse in his heart, walked over slowly, and placed the Elder Wand on the desk. The wand rolled on the desk for a few rounds, hit the silver base on one side, and after trembling for a while, it gradually calmed down.

"Is that all?" Snape licked his lips, his voice a little hoarse.

"That's all." Dumbledore nodded and said, "The Elder Wand is the most emotionless, the most calm and cruel wand. It only considers ability. It follows strength. Now I have not only been 'expelliarmed', but also cannot match you in magic power, so you deserve to win the wand."

"But I can't have it." Snape said coldly, his eyes still fixed on the Elder Wand.

"Severus," Dumbledore sighed, "I would rather never have it. Countless people in history have been obsessed with the power of the Elder Wand, but how many have ever found happiness? None!"

Snape was in a trance and looked away.

"Fawkes will take you back," Dumbledore finally said softly.

The phoenix standing on the perch spread its wings and flew straight to Snape, its golden claws gently grasping his shoulders. Snape turned his head and was silent for a short time.

"Who do you hope that the wand will be passed on to in the end, and who will it be used against?"

"That's your business." Dumbledore said calmly: "I hope that there will never be a day when it will be used. It's better to become a permanent mystery, which means that there will be no major changes in the wizarding world."

Snape stared and didn't say anything for a long time. Fawkes on his shoulder made a bored "click-click" sound with his beak.

"--It also means that Snape has found something to do, so he doesn't have to look so dead all day." When the man and the bird turned into flames and disappeared in the office, the portrait of Headmaster Black on the wall said slyly, "When are you going to hang yourself on the wall, Dumbledore? I want to visit you--Ouch!"

A very thick wand appeared in his frame and began to poke him constantly.

"How dare you--say--such! irresponsible! words!" A witch said angrily.

Amid a series of "dongdong" sounds and screams of pain, Dumbledore smiled slightly, lowered his head and rubbed the resurrection stone ring, then took out a quill and parchment and began to write a letter. The letter was very short, and he waited for the ink to dry after he finished writing.

A soft firelight, Fawkes came back.

"Give the letter to Babajid." Dumbledore said to it happily.

...

The next morning.

"I still find it hard to believe." Harry whispered at the table, glancing at the teacher's seat, where some professors were enjoying breakfast, including Professor Bagshot.

Would such a person have provoked the wizard-Muggle War half a century ago? Harry tried hard to find traces of youth on Professor Bagshot's wrinkled face, and his eyes fell on the gray hair. Were they once dazzling gold?

"Dumbledore knows about this, Harry. He personally recruited Professor Bagshot to the school, so whether it is that person or not is not as important as the upcoming exam." Hermione advised righteously: "We wasted a whole night discussing yesterday and did nothing serious. This is simply a crime." Ron, who was

originally interested and ready to join the discussion, immediately propped his chin with one arm and turned the fried eggs on the plate. But Hermione did not let them go. She said with high spirits: "We must review well over the weekend. Because of Animagus, our progress is two weeks behind normal!"

"Speaking of this, I have to go to Professor McGonagall's office tonight to fill out a form." Harry said dejectedly.

"Oh, well, that will take about two hours," Hermione said very experiencedly, "Professor McGonagall will teach a series of regulations on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, such as the occasions and places where the use of Animagus is prohibited, a total of 47..."

"Stop talking, Hermione, I'm going to have a nightmare." Ron muttered. He suddenly looked at the long dining table opposite, "Hey, I don't know when they became so close."

Harry looked up and saw Neville and Hannah put their heads together, eating and chatting.

"Hannah lent Neville her Transfiguration notes, and maybe she helped him with his lessons." Hermione said disapprovingly. Neville was not qualified to take the Transfiguration advanced class this semester, but he planned to take the make-up exam this year.

"Neville can borrow notes from us." Ron said immediately.

"Oh, Ron, you fool."

Harry regretted that the conversation was forced to stop. Maybe he could give Ron some advice to make him not speak so directly. After they finished their meal, they went to the last ancient rune class of the week. Before leaving the hall, Harry glanced at the teacher's seat again.

Hermione followed his gaze and said sadly.

"Alas, if Professor Bagshot is really... that person, how sad Neville would be."

"Yeah, I would feel uncomfortable if I were in his place, too, to have close relationships with two dark wizard professors in a row," Ron said, "Looking at it this way, Professor Slughorn has no other shortcomings except that he is a little snobbish."

"What an amazing discovery," said Hermione.

At the dinner table, another verbal battle ended. Felix had just shared his teaching experience with several professors.

"Thank you, Felix." Professor McGonagall tried to hold back several times, but still couldn't help it. She protested, "I don't think it's a responsible practice to let senior students set questions for junior students."

"But we have to admit, Minerva," Slughorn said, and he seemed to be convinced, "The courses for junior students are very simple, and the content is nothing new. From the perspective of efficiency..."

Professor McGonagall immediately stared at him covetously, and Slughorn wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Minerva," Felix said slowly, "most of the students in the sixth and seventh grades are now adults. We can't just treat them as students. They have to experience some things and take on some responsibilities--"

"At the cost of giving up some of your responsibilities as a professor? I'm really surprised." Professor McGonagall said fiercely.

Felix shrugged and turned to see Grindelwald with a mocking expression on his face. He immediately turned his gun around, "Professor Bagshot's final exams should be out, I guess? There's only one grade after all."

As everyone knows, Grindelwald only teaches grades six and seven, and the seventh grade NEWTs exams are still the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm going to hand it in together with the probation report." Grindelwald said, "What's the word? Strive for excellence... Professor Bubbage?"

Charity Burbage looked up and pointed at himself in confusion.

"I've written a few papers on Muggle studies and I'm looking for someone to correct the formatting. I can't think of a better person," Grindelwald said, bowing slightly.

"Oh, yes, I'm happy to help," Professor Burbage said enthusiastically.

"Can I take a look?" Dumbledore suddenly interrupted.

"No problem," Grindelwald said lightly, "I have to admit that some of my views in the past were extreme and there is room for correction... Muggles also have their merits. For example, the gun ban bill they recently came up with - can you pass me the raspberry jam?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and immediately handed him the jam plate, "Thank you -" he continued, "I have been paying attention to this information: the new legislation has officially come into effect, and the Muggle government has collected more than 10,000 guns..."

"I remember the newspaper reported that it was the Muggles' wands?" Professor Flitwick asked with great interest.

"Almost, but that thing has only one function, killing." Grindelwald said softly: "In the era when I was active, this thing was rampant everywhere, and Muggles did not give up, desperately researching various more efficient ways of killing. They are gifted in this aspect."

"Oh, oh." Professor Flitwick was a little absent-minded, "I don't understand why someone is studying this."

"The misuse of magic can also cause serious violence." Dumbledore warned.

"But magic is more than just violence," Grindelwald said calmly: "We use it to grow crops--" He looked at Bubbage, who smiled slightly; "Get rid of complicated labor--" He nodded to Flitwick again, and Flitwick put down his fork politely; "And the pursuit of truth--" His eyes swept over Felix, and Felix looked back curiously; "Of course, there is love."

His eyes turned around and finally fell on Dumbledore.

"Love is a great magic. This is your point of view, isn't it, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Yes." Dumbledore's face showed a surprised expression.     "How magical," Grindelwald said with emotion: "I often imagine what kind of scene the communication between wizards and Muggles would be like recently."

Felix     put down his knife and fork and looked at Grindelwald intently, wondering what he wanted to say? As a result, Grindelwald's words surprised Felix.     "... Close and close, learning from each other, wizards don't have to worry, and Muggles can also benefit from magic... But I think that communication is not achieved overnight, and it is not full of goodwill at the beginning. There will inevitably be twists and turns. We must be more proactive in welcoming the future... In this process, the old method is no longer effective - Voldemort's approach is very unpopular - the only way is to unite all feasible forces to ensure that there is no chaos within."     Several professors looked at this view with new eyes.     They had more or less heard about Professor Bagshot's hostility towards Muggles, but from his speech today, Professor Bagshot seemed to have perfected his thinking. Professor McGonagall even took the initiative to hand him a small plate of pastries.     "You can try this, Professor Bagshot." She said politely.     "Thank you." Grindelwald said politely: "These are the ideas that I had during the teaching process. Those slightly immature ideas also promoted my transformation..."     A few minutes later, the professors left and went to teach their students.     Felix tried to complete the unfinished meaning of Grindelwald's words - this was necessary, because Grindelwald's words were said to him and Dumbledore, or more accurately, they were carefully prepared for Dumbledore. He mentioned that     his views were extreme in the past... Of course, otherwise he would not have gathered the saints to go to war against the orthodox wizarding world; then there were Muggle weapons, is this important? Maybe it was just the introduction to the next topic and the foreshadowing of the real focus: the     exposure of the wizarding world is inevitable, and the only way is to unite all the forces that can be united.     And the saints... are an important force.     When pushing open the door of the ancient magic classroom, Felix roughly outlined an outline in his mind:     as the school year draws to a close, Grindelwald's short leave is about to end. If he does not want to continue to return to the cold Nurmengard Castle to serve his sentence, he must start self-help. Even though Grindelwald has been stable for more than half a year, he is very clear about his situation.     The past six months or so were enough for him to see the changes in Dumbledore over the past half century.     He finally took out his own weight today in late April. He was willing to accept the conditions offered by Dumbledore and become an important force in stabilizing the wizarding world.     The question is, what will Dumbledore do?     Below the podium, students were whispering.     "Is Professor Hep distracted again?"     "Ahem, keep your voice down, be careful not to be heard."     "Do you think the professor knows the truth?" Harry asked quietly. "He definitely knows." Ron said firmly, "Maybe he's thinking about it now, but unfortunately I don't know Legilimency... What do you think, Hermione?" "Maybe the professor     is thinking about how to fly to the moon." Hermione snorted softly.     "Ha, you've become humorous."     Felix cleared his throat, and the students quieted down.     "I suddenly thought of the practical test questions for this year's final exam. Do you want to listen to them?"     The students stared at him, a little overwhelmed.     Hermione held her forehead.     "If Professor McGonagall heard this, she probably wouldn't be happy."     "Who cares!" Ron said happily, with a big smile on his face. Harry also smiled, which meant that he could get good grades in at least two subjects, one was Ancient Runes and the other was Defense Against the Dark Arts.     Oh, yes, there was also Transfiguration, he was now also an Animagus.     He envied Hermione's recent progress in Transfiguration. She was always able to master skills that required delicate magic control. Except that she had to use a wand to cast spells, her advanced human body transformation was almost the same as Tonks's Metamorphomagus.     At this time, the students finally reacted, and one of the girls suddenly shouted excitedly: "Professor, I love you so much!" The whole classroom burst into laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively, and several boys followed suit.     "Very interesting," Felix said seriously: "I'll look through the cards I received on February 14th when I go back. If I don't find your names--" He tapped these bold students with his chin, "I'll find a chance to give you detention."

"Let's get back to the topic," he said, taking out a black wizard chess piece from his pocket. "I don't mind resisting the pressure from the Ministry of Magic's Wizarding Examinations Authority and giving more than half of the students an 'excellent' evaluation. As for the standard of excellence, it is very simple: "

"Use the exam date as a node, and improve your level to a certain level that satisfies me before then."

"The questions will naturally be more difficult. This is the price of knowing the content of the exam in advance."

But the students stared at the knight chess piece in his hand, and ignored Felix's words intentionally or unintentionally. In their minds: This is simply too cost-effective.

Felix spread out his palm, and the chess piece burst into a flame, and a swift with golden red flames on its body appeared. The students watched in amazement as it circled above their heads. After a while, the swift returned to the professor's hand and turned into a wizard chess piece again.

"That's so cool." Ron's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he couldn't help but moaning in a low voice, "I'm willing to exchange one hundred gold Galleons for a set of wizard chess like this. No, I can give two hundred!"

Harry and Hermione grinned. The professor's demonstration hit Ron's favorite spot.

Felix continued the class.

"You don't have to do it to my level, but the idea is the same. Use ancient runes to piece together a completely closed structure, and at the same time show a certain magical ability - let's review the 14th Rune Law."

Several students raised their hands.

"Miss Greengrass... Very good, five points for Slytherin."

"Ancient magic is a combination of magical characters with special orders and special magical functions, that is, rune sequences; this means that there are still a large number of character combinations in the world that have no practical meaning. They can't actually be called rune sequences, and they have nothing to do with ancient magic."

"For example, what you saw in the practical class..."

Harry immediately saw dense, pin-thin runes.

"Think about it, put the magic symbols together like building blocks. It can be some strange creature, a golden trophy, or a beautiful house. Of course, it can also be this small chess piece in my hand... I ask you to cleverly integrate the magic circuit into it in the process."

"For example, Luna Lovegood, a fifth-year student, once pieced together a magic fire cup with a similar function. It can release a blue flame. It is not very lethal, but it is very interesting, isn't it? You can think of that as the threshold of 'excellence'."

Hermione raised her hand to indicate.

Felix nodded at her.

"Miss Granger?"

"Um - Professor? Is the chess piece in your hand also integrated with the magic circuit?" Hermione asked. She was very familiar with the golden flame on Swift. This was the first ancient magic she mastered.

"More than that," Felix smiled and said, "The structure of this chess piece is actually very complicated. It has both a magic sequence and a magic loop, as well as meaningless magic characters to fill in the positions. Together, they form a complete individual structure, and finally form what you see." His last sentence was said to the whole class.

In fact, Felix also omitted the role of memory magic, but it didn't have much impact.

"...I don't ask you to integrate ancient magic into it, that's too difficult, but since Granger mentioned this, I'll mention it by the way. If anyone can do it, there will be extra points."