Under the light, Felix carefully looked at the spyglass on the table. It looked like a gyroscope, spinning slowly.

As the most commonly used warning device for wizards, it will light up and spin at high speed if there are suspicious people around. Some special spyglasses will also emit a piercing alarm.

In fact, Felix is ​​not unfamiliar with this alchemical creation. The first book he read when he returned to Hogwarts, "The Secret of Ancient Alchemy", introduced seven methods of making spyglasses.

As a detector, it contains detailed methods of making spyglasses for black magic, lies, and even specific groups of people.

At this moment, he was puzzled whether this pocket spyglass was a small gift from Nick Flamel or did it contain some deep meaning?

"Should I take this thing apart?"

He fiddled with the slowly spinning gyroscope, his mind full of questions:

Nick Flamel obviously knew him, and said that he had read his book recommended by a friend. Who was that friend?

Dumbledore? Or some old antique?

Did he only read his Muggle research works, or did he also read the book "Ancient Magic Rune Exploration"?

Was it accidental or inevitable that he found himself? Was it a disguised investigation?

Felix thought that if Nick Flamel had the idea of ​​looking for a successor, he would still meet the requirements. Alchemical creations and magic runes are closely related, and as the most famous alchemist, Nick Flamel must be able to see through this connection.

Felix even suspected that the number of practical ancient magic runs he mastered might far exceed his own.

Thinking of this, he felt a little itchy.

But Nick Flamel left like this, without even saying his name, and only left him a spyglass. What does it mean?

Could it be that the spyglass glowed when the two were chatting?

Felix: "..."

After some hesitation, he finally made up his mind. Half an hour later -

he stared at the parts on the table in a daze. There was no reserved magic, no hidden notes, nothing.

'Did I guess wrong? That is an ordinary old wizard with bad legs and feet? '

He now only had one way to verify it. If the old wizard was Nick Flamel, someone must know something.

In the evening, Felix blocked Dumbledore coming out of the hall. He looked a little tired.

Felix asked, "Principal Dumbledore, is there any progress in the discussion?"

"You can almost think that this thing does not exist."

The two walked down the steps and came to the courtyard, looking at the stars in the sky. Dumbledore said, "All I've heard all day are complaints and excuses. There are too few people who can really take responsibility."

Felix didn't quite understand: "Where is the problem? Logically, the demands of the Reform Society are very clear. It's nothing more than a question of whether to amend the law or not. If it is to be amended, which articles should be amended and to what extent? There shouldn't be no progress at all."

Dumbledore said patiently, "You think too simply, Felix. Everyone has different demands and different things to discuss. Should the law be amended, should the Reform Society be punished, should the American Magical Congress compensate..." "

Even Fudge wrote to me from thousands of miles away, suggesting that I help the French Ministry of Magic and demand greater benefits."

Felix said in surprise, "What does it have to do with him? He can't get a copper Knut."

"There are you and Caridi," Dumbledore said wisely, "Besides, money has never been the most important thing. Since records began, official exchanges between the American and European wizarding communities have been almost zero. They hope to break the status quo in the American wizarding community."

"How to do it?"

"From a small perspective, it means exchanging students or jointly organizing large-scale events; from a large perspective, it means radiating influence beyond the country and obtaining various conveniences..."

Felix shook his head. This was indeed not something he could think of.

"I am more optimistic about the student named Uriah." He said instead.

"Ah, he is indeed very courageous." Dumbledore said. "I will do my best to seek his pardon."

Felix hesitated for a moment and asked, "Principal Dumbledore, I seem to have met Nick Flamel today..."

Dumbledore looked back at him with a very calm look. "I mentioned you to him. In recent months, his attention to you has increased significantly."

"Then why is he paying attention to me?" Felix's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"I think," Dumbledore blinked and smiled, "maybe he wants to exchange some knowledge about alchemy with you."

"Really? But he didn't leave any contact information."

"Of course, Nick rarely goes out and spends most of his time in his safe house. Not many people can contact him." Dumbledore took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Felix: "This is what he left for you. You can communicate through Nick's photo." Felix took it

, and it was empty.

"He's not here for the time being." Dumbledore explained.

At the end of the conversation, Felix couldn't help asking: "Dumbledore, do you know what it means to give someone a peephole?"

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing and said: "Perhaps, it may be that this is the only thing in his pocket that can be given to others?"

Felix returned to the room with a dark face. He took a look at the peephole parts on the table and couldn't help wanting to cast a crushing spell on it.

"I won't!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you a peepscope someday and let you guess what I'm thinking."

"Huh? That's a very good idea. A peepscope... It's a typical magical creation with a very low lower limit and a very high upper limit. There are a lot of inferior garbage on the market, but even Gringotts will not refuse to use high-end peepscopes." "

A peepscope is similar to a magic puppet in some ways. It can be used as a supplement to the course or as teaching content for the Magic Club."

Felix's thoughts began to diverge. When the new school year started, in addition to normal classes, he also had the Dueling Club and the Magic Club. It felt like there were a lot of things to do.

"I should invite another professor to be a permanent member of the dueling class. Usually there are only Severus and I. It will be very stressful after school starts."

"Who should I invite?"

"Flitwick? McGonagall? Or the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? I don't know who Dumbledore will choose yet."

The next morning, Felix said goodbye to everyone. It was also the first time he met the President of the Magical Congress of the United States and the Minister of the French Ministry of Magic. They exchanged pleasantries. The French Minister of Magic even hinted that he could be recommended to join the "Medal of Valor", but he declined.

Felix Apparated away.

When Hagrid's hut appeared in sight from afar, he felt the long-lost peace and joy.