"You are talking about the same thing." Ginny judged, shaking her hair that was bright like a ball of flame, counting on her fingers to summarize, "Try to get the trophy or snatch it from others in the early stage, and then maintain mobility." She tilted her head towards Hermione, "Be careful not to be ambushed while looking for teammates, and avoid the traps and dangerous creatures in the maze itself."

Ron nodded seriously, indicating that this is what he thought.

"And the last stage," Ginny's eyes stayed on Harry, "As time goes on, all warriors will get closer and closer to the trophy, and it is very likely that they will encounter new enemies after taking a few steps, so they must be dealt with quickly and neatly!"

She made a fierce gesture, and Harry thought she was very cool today.

"In fact, you can also rely on luck to pass," Ron suggested seriously, "We have to consider the best case scenario. Have you forgotten? We are the first group of people to enter the maze. If we are lucky enough, we don't have to meet others at all..."

...

They discussed in the corner for a whole day. In the evening, Professor McGonagall rarely appeared in the lounge and called Harry and Ron out, leaving Hermione and Ginny confused. They didn't come back until just before lights went out, with faces full of undisguised joy.

"What did Professor McGonagall tell you?" Hermione raised her head from a pile of thick paper, staring at the space between Harry and Ron with dull eyes. She spent a lot of time going over the rules again.

"A member of the Anti-Dark Arts League," Harry said excitedly. He handed over a certificate. Hermione and Ginny came over to look at it. Ginny let out a short scream, "You have become a formal member of the Anti-Dark Arts League? Harry, is this true?" "

And me." Ron reminded her.

But Ginny said to Harry regardless, "Do you know what this means?"

"It means, um... I joined a magic organization?" Harry answered hesitantly.

"No, of course not!" Ginny's flaming hair began to jump again, "Listen, it's a formal member, not an honorary member! The difference here..."

"Wait, I have some impression..." Ron pondered, "It seems that someone mentioned this to me, or many times."

"It's Lockhart." Hermione was as reliable as ever.

"That's right! He said he was an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, not a formal member... What does that mean?" Ron stared at his certificate, as if he wanted to get a perfect explanation from it.

"Formal members need to be assessed or make great contributions, preferably those that can be promoted." Ginny knew more about this than Ron, "I guess Lockhart refused to show his skills because he doesn't have them at all!"

Harry was very happy, and he revealed more information: "The Anti-Dark Magic League told me that if I plan to work as an Auror or a similar profession in the future, they can write me a letter of recommendation, even if I lack one or two OWLs certificates."

"But you won't take shortcuts, right?" Hermione looked at him sternly.

"Yes." Harry said against his will, he felt that it was not bad to use the promise of the Anti-Dark Magic League as an insurance.

"The only pity is that Malfoy also received this honor," Ron said, "It's really ironic, isn't it? During the riots at the Quidditch World Cup, he also hinted to us that his father was also involved in the riots."

"Why didn't Professor Happ catch him!"

After a while, Ginny yawned elegantly and went back to the girls' dormitory to sleep.

Harry and Ron happily flipped through the certificates, touching the patterns and seals on them. No matter how many times they looked at them, they still liked them. After turning off the lights and lying on the bed, Ron said to Harry, "I think being an Auror is not bad." Neville listened for a long time and couldn't help but join in. "Actually, uh, I also want to be an Auror," he said, "Of course, professors are also good."

Harry was surprised to find that there were three people in their dormitory who wanted to become Aurors. Soon, Seamus and Dean also joined the discussion. They didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night.

Half asleep and half awake, Harry imagined the scene of himself becoming an Auror: Ron and Hermione accompanied him, and Neville, Seamus and Dean were around. To his surprise, Luna, Ginny and Draco Malfoy appeared in the crowd.

Malfoy? Even in his sleep, Harry felt it was outrageous. He muttered in dissatisfaction, and soon these images disappeared. He stood in an ancient room, as if he smelled a similar smell to Grimmauld Place, but it was definitely not the same place.

He was sitting on the sofa, talking to someone: "Well done, Yaxley, you have proved your loyalty again..."

Harry turned over, and the brain block technique started to work automatically, and he fell into a sweet dream again.

...

After entering June, time began to speed up quietly. After the fifth and seventh year wizard level exams, the final exams of other grades officially began. This also means that the third project's upcoming competition will be held on the last night of the exam.

The atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited. After the ancient rune exam on the third day, Felix heard a student say to his companions: "As long as we can get through the remaining four days, we can watch the last game, and then have fun for a week and welcome a long and wonderful summer vacation!"

He agreed with the student very much.

He had a very happy time in the first two-thirds of June. The transformation process of his body has been completed for the most part. Although he can't see any use, there are no obstacles, which means that everything is going well.

The next morning, June 21, when he was supervising the fourth-year exams, although the warriors were allowed not to take the final exams, Hermione still insisted on spending twenty minutes to finish the test paper, and then she took out the magic rune notes to ponder the time converter disassembly plan developed by Nick Flamel. From her recent questions, Felix judged that she should be able to complete it before the end of the school year.

But what he didn't expect was that Hermione handed him a paper on the day the exam ended.

"Professor, this is the plan I designed. I made some changes based on Nick Flamel's research. Although the process is more complicated, it also allows me to avoid advanced alchemical techniques."

"I don't see any problems. It's a very clever transformation, especially suitable for your magical characteristics, Miss Granger." Felix said after a careful inspection.

Hermione left the office with satisfaction.

Before going to bed, an owl landed outside the window and kept pecking at the window frame with its beak.

After Felix opened the window, the brown owl, wearing an Owl Post Office leg band, circled the house, dropped a palm-sized package, and flew away without looking back.

After opening the package, a thumb-sized glass bottle was found in the small box. Felix held up the transparent bottle and stared at the magic lamp on the ceiling for a moment. In the bottle was some silver substance, slowly swirling, neither solid nor liquid.

It was a memory.

Whose memory could it be? Felix raised his lips slightly. He was very interested in the owner of the memory. Felix

tapped the wand on the cork of the bottle lightly, and the sealed cork immediately popped open. The black jade-like wand turned slightly in his hand, wrapping the silver wire around the tip of the wand. Then he threw it hard into the air, and a picture suddenly appeared:

the body of Felix, the person in the picture, was smashed to pieces in the green light. At the same time, a cold voice lingered in the office for a long time,

"Avada gnaws Dawa!"

"Chi!" Valen was so scared that he froze for a few seconds and suddenly jumped into Felix's arms, covering his eyes, and his two small hands tightly grasped the clothes on his chest.

"It's okay," Felix comforted softly. He stared at the gradually fading light, took the memories that had turned into silver threads in his hands, twisted them with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.