"One more thing." Dobby held the envelope, looked at Felix hesitantly with his big round eyes, and stammered, "It's about Winky..."

Felix was stunned, he almost forgot about Winky.

"What happened to her? The magic restraints on her should have disappeared."

"Yes, you are right." Dobby's body began to sway, and his two slender arms were entangled together. "She wanted to accompany her master. Dobby told her that Mr. Crouch was imprisoned. She...she was sick."

"I understand." Felix said calmly.

Dobby looked at him in confusion. Felix took out a note and wrote something on it. Dobby stood on tiptoe to read it, but he was too short and Valen was in front of him. He could only see the back of Valen's head.

"Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix said with his head down, and the quill pen moved quickly.

"Dobby knows him!"

"Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bagman owes me a favor, I think he wouldn't mind doing me a small favor."

"You don't have to do that!" Dobby shrieked, looking startled, "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mr. Happ for help!"

"Take it, and ask him to take you to Azkaban. He has the power to do that." Felix said, "By the way, bring something to Mr. Crouch. You can discuss buying it with Winky. As for where Winky wants to go later, I don't care."

Dobby bowed deeply and put his nose to the floor. His whole body was trembling, excited like a salmon that kept jumping on the shore.

Valen looked at the place where Dobby disappeared, turned his head and looked at Felix, "Chi?"

Felix picked it up, "Tell you a truth, magic can't trap a person, but love can. Tsk! This sentence should be said by Dumbledore... Want to have some midnight snack, Valen?"

"Chi!"

...

The next day, in the seventh grade ancient magic class, Professor Marchbank and old Vera appeared again.

The old man obviously didn't sleep well, and the dark circles under his eyes were as obvious as his double chin.

When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression seemed both excited and disappointed.

What excited him was that the Hogwarts Library had a rich collection of books. He found many rune notebooks that even the Ancient Rune Association didn't have. These notebooks came from the donations of alumni over the years. After being translated and sorted by Bathsheeda Barbling, they were nothing less than a treasure for him.

What disappointed him was that he completed the verification work last night and found no mistakes. That kid... Felix Hepp seemed to have memorized all the information, even the page numbers were accurate.

At this moment, Felix looked at the audience calmly, his eyes sparkling. He wore a blue shirt today, with his hands in his pockets.

"Today is an advanced class." He announced.

The students cheered softly, but March class and old Vera didn't understand. Isn't the seventh grade an advanced class?

Felix explained softly, "In order to let the two guests who don't know what's going to happen know a little bit about what's going to happen next, I'll briefly explain the meaning of the so-called 'advanced course.'" He smiled and reached out from his pocket. The wand appeared in his hand like magic, and with a light wave, clear words began to appear on the blackboard behind him.

"We have completed the first round of review. According to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to make the next three months not too boring, I will consciously prepare some advanced courses to explain more advanced content. These contents are not within the scope of the exam, but they are very beneficial to you, especially when you graduate, you can also use ancient magic words to entertain yourself after work..." "

The advanced course will use the thinking classroom. There is no need to worry about danger. Just relax your mind - OK, let's start."

Felix snapped his fingers lightly. In order to let Professor Marchbank and Old Vera adapt, he deliberately made it obvious: a golden ripple bloomed from the fingertips of the snapped fingers, with him as the center, and continued to spread, quickly dyeing the entire classroom with a light golden color.

Professor Marchbank and Old Vera looked around in amazement. Marchbank blinked, as if he had discovered something. After a few seconds, everything returned to calm.

From midair fell a magic notebook exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere...

Amid the crisp sound of birdsong, Felix leaned against the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to everyone: "Although I have said it more than once, I want to emphasize again: Compared with knowledge, it is more important to exercise your thinking. After all, your graduation thesis is to complete a magic notebook."

Asking students to complete a magic notebook?

Professor Marchbank opened her eyes wide. She looked around quickly. No students raised any objections. Obviously, this was not a temporary arrangement.

Her mood suddenly became complicated. If it was true, would their exam still have any meaning?

A low groan came from the side. Old Vera looked like he was sick and kept shaking. His hand was pressing on the magic notebook that fell in front of him.

...

A few minutes before the end of the class, students were writing down their notes quickly. The short Professor Marchbank strolled between the seats in the classroom, stopping from time to time to watch the students' feather pens fluently write down the runes. To be honest, the complexity of the runes was far beyond the standard of NEWTs.

Old Vera sat in his seat, looking lost. He was the one who understood the gap between him and Felix the most, and he was on pins and needles at the moment.

The bell finally rang, and he almost jumped up from his seat and was about to leave.

"Mr. Vera," Felix called him from behind. "About that report..." He mentioned the report yesterday, and old Vera agreed at the time. It was not until now that he realized how big a trap this request was.

How should this report be written? To flatter Felix Hep?

The old man blushed and ran away with his face covered.

"Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix shouted 'eagerly', but his body did not move. "What's wrong with him?" He said to himself.

Professor Marchbank glanced at him strangely. She hadn't realized that the little guy was quite vindictive!

"Don't shout," she said, "He's busy."

Felix looked at her with a probing look.

"He's probably busy looking for a place to bury himself!" Professor Marchbank said. "I won't come over this afternoon."

"Are you leaving now?" Felix asked.

"It's not that I'm leaving," Professor Marchbank said helplessly, "but I don't need to come to you anymore. I almost understand why the students' grades have improved so much in the past two years. I will stay for a few more days and take a look at other classes... I can't come here for nothing."

Felix nodded in understanding.

"There is only one thing left," Professor Marchbank said, with a smile on his wrinkled face: "Are you interested in becoming a non-staff examiner?"

"Non-staff examiner..."

"You only need to be responsible for the practical part of the ancient magic exam." Professor Marchbank said, she sighed, looking at the students who were dawdling and walking out of the classroom, "I can't let the graduates of these two years do this!"

"Do you plan to increase the practical assessment of the ancient magic exam? Examine practical magic?" Felix asked happily.

"Yes," she said, "When I go back, I will strive to divide the ancient magic into two directions - translation and practical. Of course, you must write this report, only you know it best... There is also the employment direction of practical magic. If you describe it attractively enough, the department may recruit a few people this year."

"Why is that?" Felix didn't know much about it.

Professor Marchbank rolled his eyes. "I guess apart from your company, the entire wizarding world doesn't know what to do with practical runes. Usually, in this case, it is the Ministry of Magic's responsibility: recruit a few people to study the direction and potential of new professions."

"Are there any similar examples?" Felix asked with great interest.

"Name prophets are separated from prophets. They predict the future of newborns and give some suggestions on naming. I remember that Trelawney seemed to have been a name prophet for a period of time... It seems like it was a long time ago."

Trelawney... You are amazing. Felix was amazed.

"It sounds good," he curled his lips, "I agree."