Professor Marchbank very abruptly changed the topic to her friend Gilbert Whymper of the Experimental Spells Committee. She said loudly, "Whymper wants to come! But I have been persuading him to treat the horns on his head for some time. I happened to know that Dorothea was at St. Mungo's yesterday, so I asked him to go there quickly... He asked me to bring these materials to you."

Felix took the materials. Marchbank said casually, "There are some questionnaires in it, which evaluate the danger and learnability of spells, as well as potential risks. Just give them to the students and ask them to fill them out and send them back to the Experimental Spells Committee of the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry will send someone to check them when the time comes."

Before leaving, she asked tentatively, "Are you really not going to write your own name? It is possible that the new spell will be named after you!"

"Oh, no, I have difficulty naming." Felix replied.

Old Vera stopped at the door and asked casually in a nonchalant tone, "By the way, those ancient magic books in the library"

"Still in the old place, the second to last row of bookshelves." Felix answered immediately.

Old Vera was stunned for a moment, waved his hand, and muttered "thank you".

...

Felix walked out of the Ancient Rune Office, thought about what had just happened, and couldn't help but curled his lips: "Provoke that stubborn old man today, and stimulate him again tomorrow, and then we can wait and see what happens. After all, there is the relationship with Cremi... I am such a good person!"

"Professor?" A head popped out from the corridor and stammered.

It was Neville.

"What did you hear?" Felix asked him with a smile.

"You, you are a good person..." Neville answered stupidly, and the next second he showed a horrified expression and covered his mouth desperately.

Felix: "...Don't tell anyone."

Neville looked at the professor with a stern face and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Is there anything I can help you with? By the way, how are your parents? I heard from the staff at St. Mungo's that they have been discharged from the hospital."

"Yes, they have recovered." Neville replied quickly, "The director of the Auror Office came to visit some time ago and hopes that they can return to the Auror team and serve as team leaders."

"Scrimgeour?" Felix frowned slightly.

"It's him," Neville said, "but mom and dad decided to take a break first. They're going to travel abroad and do some restorative training... we'll make a decision after they come back."

Felix nodded slightly, "It sounds good. Okay, Neville, you're lying in ambush in the corridor, what do you want to say to me?"

"I, uh," Neville suddenly stuttered again, his face flushed, he swallowed frantically and said, "I'm Gudong! I want to ask, is there any magic that can make people brave?"

"Become brave?" Felix looked at him strangely, "What do you want to do?"

"I, I found that my talent has improved, and my grades have improved a lot, but I'm still so timid. I don't even dare to speak loudly in front of everyone, for fear of being laughed at..." Neville said with a sad face, "And, there's also the competition"

"You want to participate in the competition too? Potter and the others can't help themselves."

"No, I mean, I don't have the courage to challenge either of these two projects, not even a bit of courage... Whether it's a fire dragon or the deep bottom of a lake, I can't help but shiver when I think about it." Neville said with tears in his eyes.

"So I want to ask, is there any magic that can block these negative emotions, including other people's comments on me?"

Neville looked at Felix hopefully.

Of course there is, Felix thought, brain blocking is simply tailor-made for you. But if your goal is to rely on blocking emotions to gain courage, then you are putting the cart before the horse.

"You asked me a question that stumped me." Felix looked Neville up and down, making him feel uncomfortable: "Your idea is really unique... Can you curse me?"

"Curse, curse?" Neville looked startled.

"Yes," Felix scratched his chin carelessly and said sinisterly, "I curse you. From this moment on, every second of your life, the insults, slanders, ridicules, resentments, and dissatisfaction you hear will become the most beautiful praise in the world..."

"You can't hear the

honest advice that is unpleasant to the ear..." "You can't hear the honest advice..."

"You can't hear the kind ridicule..."

Neville's body felt cold, as if something dirty was wrapped around him, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Professor?" Neville said with a sad face and despair, "You really cursed me? At least ask me..."

Felix's face became serious and said, "You are an idiot."

Neville was stunned. He first stared with his eyes wide open, until he couldn't help but blinked because they were dry and bitter, "I, I'm fine? I heard you say I was an idiot... So I'm not cursed?"

Felix laughed.

Neville's round face couldn't help but tense up, and Felix patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Remember what happened when you got the invitation card during the warrior selection?"

"I saw... Hogwarts... England... the ocean... the world and... the bright starry sky." Neville said. He recalled the shock he felt when he was wandering in the vast universe and the starry sky. It was a silent contrast, and he could feel his insignificance without any words.

As he was thinking, his thoughts suddenly went astray, and he remembered the scene when he stood on the stage and sang to a row of "Professor Snapes" in the audience. It was simply a nightmare: there was Snape with an intoxicated expression, beating the rhythm; there was Snape with clenched fists, glaring at him; there was also Snape wearing a black cloak, with cold eyes; and there was Snape who strode over and tried to grab him on the stage...

That scene was so shocking that he felt strange when he saw the real Potions professor afterwards. He was afraid that Seamus or Dean next to him would suddenly turn his head and reveal an expressionless face with a long hooked nose.

But anyway, he was not so afraid of Potions class.

He heard a snap of fingers and looked up to see Professor Heppe looking at him. "Sorry, professor, I was distracted..." Neville said hesitantly.

Felix showed an understanding expression.

He didn't use Legilimency, and thought Neville was immersed in the memories of the magic attached to the invitation card.

"Have you made any plans for the future?" He asked in a persuasive way.

This was just an introduction to the next topic. But Neville nodded, "I have thought about it. I want to be a Herbology professor, or an Auror."

"Why?" Felix asked in surprise. Few students thought about this question so early. Usually, they would not realize it until the career counseling in the fifth year.

"I like herbs!" Neville said loudly, then glanced at Felix embarrassedly and muttered softly, "I also want to catch Crouch Jr."

Felix nodded gently, fully understanding his idea. Among the four Death Eaters who used the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms, only Crouch Jr. was still at large, and the other three were still squatting in Azkaban.

When Azkaban was mentioned, he seemed to think of something. Azkaban... Death Eaters... What exactly are they? He tried to grasp this ray of inspiration, and the information about Azkaban flashed quickly in his mind.

A small island in the North Sea... Unplottable... Built in the fifteenth century... The lair of the dark wizard Extis... Torturing passing sailors to create Dementors... Dementors?

Felix blinked. As far as he knew, because of what he did last year, the guards of the wizard prison were seriously insufficient. It takes a long time for the new Dementors to reproduce and grow. It is estimated that many strikers will be sent there to rotate in the next few years.

Is this the reason why the Ministry of Magic intends to recruit more Aurors and strikers? Felix made an unreliable guess. Well, at least there is a great possibility that Fudge agreed to it, to guard the wizard prison...

He thought for a few seconds, and it was difficult to find anything valuable or worthy of vigilance. He could only write down this information secretly and think about it when he had time.

Felix raised his head and said to Neville: "The Herbology professor and Auror are both good choices, but they all have one thing in common."

"What is that thing?" Neville asked. He suddenly thought of Roger Davis's feat of giving birth to black thorn seeds to subdue the dragon in the first project. Professor Sprout was very excited about this.

Did the professor mean to arm himself with the knowledge learned in the Herbology class?

"They all need to enlighten others." Felix gave a completely different answer.

Neville looked at him hesitantly. He could understand professors counseling students, like at this moment, but Aurors...

"Think about it," Felix said seriously, "If you were a professor, you would definitely have to face a group of diverse and lively students, or if you were an Auror, you would have to look at the long-term, and it wouldn't be too much to be a small captain, right? Then you have to pay attention to the emotions of your team members at all times, otherwise a slight mistake could cost a life."

Neville's expression became serious, and he nodded. He had heard similar things from his parents, and some of their views did coincide with what the professor said...

The professor really knew a lot. He thought enviously.

"...So you should also have this ability." Felix concluded.

"Uh..." Neville's face began to blush again. He was really not good at this job. At this moment, he had only one thought: it was over, he could not be a Herbology professor or an Auror, but he quickly cheered up and whispered, "Let me try?"

Felix nodded approvingly, picking and choosing in the ring, and then took out a booklet. "I happen to have a magic here, you can take it back and have a look... It's the magic attached to the invitation card."

Neville took it impatiently, and then he was a little dumbfounded. This seemed to be a manuscript, but the corners were glued together with a spell. From a distance, it looked like a book, but it was not. He stared at the handwritten cover, the name on it had been altered twice:

"Mind Cabin Magic Targeted Concise Edition (Special to St. Mungo)" (crossed out);

"Magic Research that Makes People Fall into Predetermined Illusions (Horror? Mystery? Mental Pollution?)" (crossed out);

and finally the surviving name: "Daydream Spell (Cosmic Starry Sky)".

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Felix snatched the booklet from Neville's dazed hands, pulled out a few pages, and explained: "These are not suitable for you."

Then he returned the rest of the booklet to Neville, patted him on the shoulder and said: "If you encounter similar problems in the future, you can try this spell. Also tell yourself: You will be guiding others in the future. How can you guide others if you can't do it yourself?"