The next day, Felix got up yawning.

He didn't sleep well last night. He tossed and turned in bed for half the night, and suddenly realized a problem: he had spread his stall too wide, and many responsibilities that did not belong to him seemed to rush over, and he was helpless about it, and he didn't even resist it too much in his heart.

When did it start? Felix was still thinking about this question while brushing his teeth in front of the mirror. Some people and some things flashed through his mind. In just over two years, he had experienced a lot.

Felix knew very well that Dumbledore had never rejected his puzzle-solving behavior, and even took the initiative to tell him a lot of secret information, which Dumbledore might have never revealed to anyone before.

At least, Felix had tried to find out that Severus didn't know the secret of the Horcrux at all. The few people who knew - Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius Black were all under a gag order, and even Remus didn't know the truth.

Why would a wise man who kept secrets and experienced many ups and downs tell him these easily? The possibility Felix could think of was that Dumbledore wanted to pull him against Voldemort.

There is nothing wrong with this.

Felix did not reject this. Before he joined the company, he thought that he was already strong enough. The only ones who could really bring him pressure were Dumbledore and the wandering spirit of Voldemort. Even if Voldemort was resurrected, Hogwarts would be safe enough. After all, Dumbledore was there, and he did not mind helping out while being protected. If he happened to find that Voldemort's strength was just so-so, he naturally did not mind solving this problem himself.

But over the past two years, his strength and mentality have changed dramatically. Before joining the company, he relied more on his talent and used his high level of spells to overwhelm others, but in essence, his strength was not much different from those elite Aurors. At most, he had a few more ancient magic and sixth-level spells than them, as well as some trump cards... But they also had decades more combat experience than him. Felix thought to himself that he would faint if he was hit by a few Stunning Curses.

Felix estimated that he might be able to defeat Moody in his prime one-on-one (he learned this during treatment), but if Moody brought a well-trained team of Aurors, the result would be hard to predict. He could certainly use his immature mind to speed up the instant kill tactics, which he had succeeded in the United States, but once his trump card failed, he would be in big trouble.

But now the situation is completely different. He has perfected the instant kill tactics and can move freely; the magic of the mind hut has begun to have combat power and is not afraid of group attacks; memory magic is at its peak and he is about to play it out... The Patronus flying cloak is not very useful, at most it saves a flying broom; the humanoid armor charm is not afraid of stray arrows, but cannot resist powerful spells... In addition, there is also a bottomless attainment in magic runes.

Frankly speaking, Felix hardly has any psychological pressure. Even when he knew that there was a new landscape above him - let's call it "magical creature" or "legend" - he seemed very calm.

You can always run away. In the records of the last war, although it was rare, there were still people who successfully escaped from Voldemort's pursuit. Among them were the Longbottoms. During the summer vacation of the third year, Felix was invited to visit the Longbottom family and learned about the two in detail - not only the memory, but also the analysis of the two Aurors.

He came to a conclusion that he was much more skilled in escaping than the Longbottoms.

Considering the worst possibility, Dumbledore was no match for the resurrected Voldemort, and he was also a little short of the fire. Seeing that things were impossible, he withdrew and waited for the opportunity, and waited for himself to cross that threshold. Felix

has the patience and confidence to go further than everyone else on the road of magic, but he needs time.

He has always thought well, calm, rational, self-disciplined... in line with his usual requirements for himself, but when Felix stood on the podium of the ancient magic classroom at the right time and saw familiar faces, he was not very sure.

'If one day, someone needs to take over Dumbledore's burden and face what he once faced, what should I do? ' Felix thought about this question, his eyes swept across the classroom, and he paused slightly at the back seat, with a slight smile on his lips, and said:

"There are two more people in our class today. One is Professor Griselda Marchbank from the Wizarding Examinations Authority--"

The little wizards clapped their hands enthusiastically, and turned their heads to look at the short hunchbacked witch in the last row . The witch with so many wrinkles on her face that ants could get lost was waving her hand to indicate:

"We have a lot to talk about! However, I think it's more important to have class!" The short Marchbank shouted vigorously.

Ron clapped his hands and looked hard at the back row: "She is our examiner next year, right, right?"

Harry also stared at Professor Marchbank, but he also paid some attention to the half-bald old man next to her. Although not so exaggerated, the old man's figure is indeed similar to Uncle Vernon. Especially when he didn't speak and stared with a pair of bull eyes, the two of them were exactly the same.

Harry was afraid that this person would suddenly jump up, roll his tongue and mumble something that no one could hear, just like Uncle Vernon couldn't say a complete sentence when he was very angry.

Hermione seemed to want to leave a good impression, sitting properly, even though her eyes were about to fly into her eyebrows. Next to her, Neville sat with a red face. He had not recovered from the shock before the class. Professor Marchbank was a friend of Neville's grandmother, so he naturally knew him. Before the class, she asked Neville about his grandmother and his parents' recent situation in a loud voice. Marchbank kept asking Neville to "speak louder!" As a result, her voice became louder and louder, while Neville's voice became quieter and quieter.

"The other one is Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Rune Association." Felix waited for the applause to subside and continued. The old man snorted from his nose, which was considered a greeting.

The applause was much sparse this time, and the students exchanged puzzled glances with each other -

"What is the Ancient Magic Association?"

"Is it an organization?"

"Why have I never heard of it?"

"Maybe it's a private club, formed by a group of ancient magic enthusiasts... similar to the Gobstone Club in school."

"Is there such a club in school?"

"I can guarantee that there is!"

...

Felix took out the textbook slowly and said happily: "Let's continue studying today. This part of knowledge may appear in the OWLs exam..."