Professor McGonagall appeared after a while. She was used to Felix's occasional noises, and they had already discussed the possibility of integrating Felix's magic into the school, but they just couldn't convince the Sorting Hat at that time. So she calmly calmed down some of the frightened teachers and students, and then returned to the principal's office.

Felix sat on the sofa, and it seemed that he didn't even change his position except for the magic book in his hand, which he was reading with great interest.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with a scrutinizing look, and then asked, "Did you gain a lot?"

"Yes," Felix said with a smile, "I have broadened my thinking and gained a lot of knowledge. Although I didn't get to say a word to the four founders in the end, it seems that I really traveled together." He paused, and said a little embarrassedly: "Minerva, there is something you'd better know..."

"You took away one-third of the school's magic?" Professor McGonagall shouted loudly. Felix nodded obediently, indicating that she heard it right. After repeated confirmation, Professor McGonagall had to accept this reality. She asked calmly, "Will it affect the school?"

"A little, but it won't interfere with the school's daily magic operations. Well, I think the armor and statues in the castle will be silent for a while. I'm sorry to ruin your Christmas plan..."

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes swept over, but she stuttered: "You know?"

"'Stone Pier Dance Company' is a good name, which just corresponds to the spell that controls them."

Professor McGonagall looked at him expressionlessly, her mouth tightly pursed, and her constantly bending and stretching knuckles showed that she was not calm at the moment, as if she might rush over and pinch him desperately at any time.

Felix took a look and quickly made up:

"...It was not intentional. I took a glance at it when I put the Sorting Hat back. I believe that no matter who it is, they will take a second look at the comic strips that caught their eye among the pile of documents on the table..." Then he said with a smile: "Minerva, this is the first time I know you can draw. If you ask me to evaluate it, I would say it is very vivid."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth and decided not to dwell on this topic. She concentrated her mind and then asked, "Do you need magic power? Is the current magic power not enough?" As she spoke, she suddenly glanced at Felix's magic book. The thin pages were surging with heart-warming violet and ice-blue magic power. A pocket-sized snake swam around happily, and its silver transparent body floated in the pages.

"If it's just a prepared battle, it will be barely enough, but I want to do something else by the way," Felix put his hand on his chin and said thoughtfully, "I'm not sure if it can be done. After all, it's impossible to really carry out a massacre."

"Do something else? Yes"

"We have drawn so many big cakes, at least one must be realized, and at the same time it is also to prove to the world that wizards have a way out at any time, and what they value is far less important than imagined."

"What do you mean?" Professor McGonagall asked in a low voice.

"Land."

They were silent for nearly a minute, and the portrait of Phineas Black on the wall stroked his goatee and said, "I can hear that you want to be a hero alone."

"What do you think?" Felix asked politely.

"No good ideas, but a lot of bad ones," Black's portrait said sarcastically, "Skip the process of proving you are a fool, I will just tell you the conclusion." He suddenly grabbed the frame and shouted, "Boy, you can't do this! You are the most famous wizard after Salazar Slytherin!"

"Speaking of wizards, Tom Riddle"

"Get him out!"

"And Merlin"

"Fuck Merlin!" Black's portrait said rudely, "That's what Gryffindor should do, but you are Slytherin. We are brave, but not stupid, understand? There is no need to stand out alone, at least drag a group of people, such as those reckless Gryffindors and stupid Hufflepuffs..."

These words immediately attracted protests from several principals of other colleges. Felix was deeply worried. If he was hung on the wall one day, he would naturally be in the same camp as Principal Black. Thinking of this horrifying scene, he hurriedly said, "No one should know the original intention of the four founders better than me. I just talked to the Sorting Hat, remember?"

The portraits of the headmaster stopped and looked at him intently.

"Is Sorting useful? Yes, it helps us find companions better and discover the noble qualities within. Of course, there is more than one kind of noble quality. Generally speaking, some people succeed and some do not. When the seven-year study career is over, we will be tempered in an environment far more complex than school."

"Don't forget, people will change. Think about how many seven years there are in life. If you have the opportunity to wear the Sorting Hat when you are a hundred years old, where will it sort you? Of course, for me personally, it doesn't mean much."

The portraits looked at Dumbledore. If there is anyone who has experienced Sorting after the age of a hundred, the most famous one must be Dumbledore.

"It really doesn't make much sense," Dumbledore said on the canvas, "When we are young, we have unlimited possibilities. Only then can we take Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor as our goal. When we are old, we will only become ourselves."

The circular office was silent for a while. Professor McGonagall blew her nose, "Okay, okay, I will leave time for you to debate, Albus, there are some things you should tell me when you are alive..."

She put her mind back together and said to Felix seriously, "We must make as much preparation as possible and go all out. We don't have much time left. I believe you need time to digest..." She strode to the desk and took out a photo album from the drawer. Felix

looked at her in surprise.

"Don't you need magic?" Professor McGonagall explained as she turned the pages, "What better place than other magic schools that are equally famous in the world? Thanks to this photo album, I know enough about other schools. I happen to know that some schools have similar defense measures to Hogwarts, such as Beauxbatons..."

Professor McGonagall looked up at Felix who was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?" Felix joked, "Minerva, I really want to kiss you." Professor McGonagall blushed and glared at him.

...

In mid-December, Hogwarts School had several snowfalls, and the Black Lake was covered with thick ice. Some students trudged through the snow on the grounds, preparing to go to the Magical Creature Protection class. They saw Professor Hepp's hut built by the lake from a distance.

The students had many speculations about this, but none of them were confirmed, and the professors in the school were also very secretive. The more widely circulated saying is that Professor Hepp was trying to formulate a strategy for the exercise a week later. Yes, it is hard to say where it spread from. People call conflicts visible to the naked eye "exercises."

"It's just a fig leaf." A boy said seriously, "My father wrote to me and told me that anyone with a brain should support Professor Hep and the International Confederation of Wizards. Oh, and the International Pan-Magic Alliance."

"So you put a bunch of flowers at the professor's door?" another student said teasingly, "Not only was you put in detention, but you were also beaten up by a Niffler?"

The boy blushed, "I put a greeting card! A greeting card!"

The students around him laughed, but they looked at the hut by the black lake with awe, but this awe did not last long. A round, furry black Niffler rushed towards the students, waving a glowing stick in its little hands and making a sound.

"Run!" a student shouted, and then ran away, and the rest of the students quickly followed. But some people stayed, mostly girls, with eager expressions on their faces.

Valen blinked his black eyes, excited. This week, the big devil was busy dealing with official business and didn't even have time to play cards. Only Harry, Hermione, Ron and others came here on purpose, and Luna, but even Valen didn't know if she was lost. In short, the days were very boring, but fortunately it found a new pastime for itself.

Valen, wearing an exquisite cloak, stood on a boulder by the lake and waved his hand with great momentum. Instantly, the snow rolled, and crystal white snowmen jumped out, following Valen and rushing forward. The students who stayed in place before were already ready, with excitement flashing in their eyes. Soon, the two sides came into close combat, snowballs flew everywhere, and laughter and scolding continued.

Ten minutes later, the burly Hagrid stood in front of the house and yelled at them.

The battle was forced to stop, and both sides put on a victorious momentum and agreed to fight again another day. Valen walked towards the black lake with a heroic and proud step. As he walked, he found that his feet were empty and he was lifted up.

Valen turned around and opened his mouth to Hermione who was approaching on tiptoe, and Hermione smiled.

"Let's go to class together. Professor Slughorn missed you."

"Maybe he found that a Niffler had more snacks in his pocket than him." Ron muttered quietly beside him. Harry grinned, "But we have to admit that Professor Slughorn always finds a suitable excuse. What is it this time?" He turned to Hermione and asked.

"Oh, I heard that he found two hibernating dormice in the flowerpot." Hermione replied with a smile.

"Why, does Varen want to recruit them?" Harry said in surprise, and Varen bared his teeth and claws at him.

They walked towards the castle, occasionally stopping on the stone steps to look at the cottage covered by snow by the Black Lake, and stopped talking tacitly. At the gate of the castle, Harry suddenly said, "I'm going to follow Mr. Doggie's advice."

"What?" Ron asked afterwards.

"Graduation trip."

"Oh, you mean that," Ron said slowly, "I'm not sure...it should be okay for a few months, but...Hermione, what about you?" Hermione

shook her head.

"I should go directly to the Ministry of Magic, right after graduation. Ms. Bones said that they are in great need of people who know both sides well. My plan is to stay in the Ministry of Magic for a few years first, and then find an opportunity to transfer out and go out and have a look. The "Charter of the Federation and Alliance" mentions many departments that are still in preparation. I think the observer of the Pan-Magic Union is very suitable for me..."

Ron touched his chin.

"So one of you goes abroad first and then returns, and the other is always ready to go abroad."

"That's a very accurate summary." Harry said.

No one mentioned the possibility of accidents, as if they were full of confidence in the future. They walked into the castle and took a look inside the hall when they passed by. The fire for heating was burning brightly, and twelve Christmas trees stood upright. Harry glanced at the empty table. It wouldn't be long before the table was filled with plump roast turkeys, mountains of roast meat and boiled potatoes, delicious sausages, buttered peas, thick gravy and cranberry sauce…

and of course Christmas fireworks. Harry recalled the scene of the last Christmas dinner:

he and Ron drew sailor hats, which were far less attractive than the tiger-skin hats and parrot hats they wore themselves. Then he thought of the two people who were destined not to attend this Christmas, Dumbledore, who was wearing a deer horn hat and smilingly urging people to eat more, and Grindelwald, who drew a red Santa hat while he was disguised as Professor Bagshot…

…

Felix was lying on the simple little bed, in a state of almost half asleep and half awake, staring at the colorful Book of Glyphs supported by a soft violet and ice-blue light, with a small snake swimming around in the pages.

It was his patronus, his new patronus.