Chapter 604 The End of the Fifth Year

Felix spent the next few days very fulfilling.

"Anything else, Harry?"

"...No."

Felix rubbed his chin, looking at Harry's back, always feeling that his mood was not right.

"Do you think excessive use of the Patronus Charm will affect your mood?" He asked Peeves, who had just poked his head out of the wall to watch the fun, and Peeves was trying to retract his body. Hearing Felix's question, he stopped awkwardly and replied: "I don't know, sir."

"I thought you knew a little bit," Felix shrugged, "When I was grading the final exams, I saw some students seriously analyzing the similarities and differences between you and the Patronus structure. Professor Flitwick smiled very happily..."

Peeves was startled and almost fell from mid-air. He hugged his feet and spun in the air.

"I have nothing in common with the Patronus, sir! We are completely different - those damned little devils! They must be thinking of how to frame Mr. Peeves -" He flashed into the solid stone wall with a fierce momentum, without looking back, as if he was going to cause trouble for someone. . . Felix didn't know whether his indignation was just pretending.

"Forget it, we still have a lot of things to do, Valen."

Felix said as he walked into the house and closed the door. Sniff was lying on the sofa reading a comic book with a fiery red bird on his head.

This thing is an alchemical item. Felix used it for early warning. It is more flexible than the Whistling Curse and can be triggered according to specific conditions - he received a notification when Crabbe and Goyle tried to break into his office, but the bird burned itself into a pool of black chocolate-like ash after completing the early warning.

Felix made another one.

Valen unexpectedly liked it very much and thought the bird looked a bit like Fawkes. For this reason, a bird cage was added to the office, and the fiery red alchemical bird also pretended to be a real bird.

"Want to come with me, Valen?" Felix asked, fully dressed.

"Chirp~"

"Okay, remember to take the bird and the snake for a walk, you've gained weight again... There are snacks in the cupboard, remember to call me if you have guests, you know the trick, right? Knock on the door handle three times with your wand..." Felix said tirelessly, Valen waved his hand, indicating that he knew.

So Felix pushed open the bedroom door, walked through a shimmering film, and came to the depths of classroom seven.

He was standing at the beginning of a fork in the road, it looked like a complete path was split in two, and then the second half was moved here. Felix turned around and seemed to still see Valen playing with the bird on the sofa. He closed the door, leaving a shadow of a door in place, and then walked forward.

The road was not long, and all kinds of defensive magic and warning magic were arranged along the way. He came to the end of the road, and there was a fog in front of him. Felix stretched out his hand and felt around in the air, as if there was something in it, and then - he pulled hard and fished out a padlock from the air.

Felix took out a glittering key from his pocket, put it into the lock, and turned it. The mist dissipated, revealing a two-story building.

Inside was a modern office with white, integrated walls and a smooth floor. There was no obvious lighting around, but the room was well lit. In the center of the office, three or four feet above the ground, there was a huge Ouroboros floating, with its head and tail connected. It was spinning slowly.

"Let me think about today's work. The first step is -"

Felix shook the emerald ring, and a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air, with several categories roughly divided on it, and large blank spaces indicated that more content would be added.

"First, a cup of high-quality ghost coffee."

A cup appeared in the air.

"Very good," Felix took a sip, "Next is the emotion test." He raised his head and tapped the Ouroboros' scales with his index finger. The dark green opaque scales immediately turned transparent silver-white, revealing the contents inside.

Voldemort's body floated in the air, his limbs and head hanging down weakly. A dark green, glittering snake tail was inserted into his chest, and it looked like it was pierced. In addition to the snake tail in his chest, there were more than a dozen thin magic channels connected to his body, sealing up the magic in his body layer by layer.

If an outsider broke in, he would definitely think that there was an evil dark wizard entrenched here.

Felix's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance. He seemed to be talking to himself, muttering: "I don't know if you have ever thought that there would be such a day, Tom, but I believe you can understand it, right? After all, this is the perfect interpretation of your philosophy-" "

Magic is power."

Felix stretched out his hand, and a wisp of green smoke emerged from the corner of the modern room. The green smoke gathered in his hand, which looked like a green glass ball. Felix held it, and his fingers passed through the silver transparent Ouroboros. With a light flick, the green ball melted into Voldemort's body.

"Some people will indulge in a beautiful dream and don't want to wake up, while others will be devastated by a huge failure and hide away and dare not see anyone. Which one are you?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Professor Hep?" Hermione's voice said, and the door opened. "Oh, professor, I want to ask if I need to correct the test paper-"

Hermione blinked, she lowered her head and saw a furry Niffler yawning.

"Valen?"

Hermione squatted down awkwardly and asked Valen, "Is the professor here?"

"Chi!"

Sniff pointed into the room.

Hermione followed him in, and the office was empty. She felt a little disappointed, "Can I wait here for the professor?" After getting a positive answer, she walked over, sat on the sofa, and looked around. She

hadn't been here for a while, but the office hadn't changed much. She saw the green plants she had given were placed on the small square table, and they were growing well, which made her feel good. Then she found that a cabinet against the wall was reflecting light. At first she thought it was glass, but it seemed not to be, there were more than one reflective point.

Hermione stood up and walked to the cabinet. She covered her mouth in surprise. Behind the glass door were more than a dozen wide-mouthed bottles, each of which contained a ball of silver mist, like a work of art. If you look closely, you will find that the mist occasionally condenses into a stag...

Is it Harry's patronus?

She looked for a while, sat back on the sofa, and looked along the green plants. There was a stack of partially corrected test papers on it.

Hermione felt a little itchy, so she sat on the other side and opened the test paper.

It was the fourth-year Ancient Magic final exam. Of course, she was not here to mark the papers. That was just an excuse. She had other things to do. But - she

was free anyway, so maybe she could help out, so that she could have a valuable conversation with the professor when he came back?

Hermione picked up the test paper and began to mark it carefully. The knowledge on the test paper was very simple for her. She deliberately left a few subjective questions blank for Professor Happ and looked through the other parts. After reading for a while, she couldn't help frowning, "How could there be a mistake here? It must be carelessness... There is another one... There is another one, my God, who is this person, I want to see his name..."

Valen finished flipping through the comics, slipped off the sofa and ran to the birdcage to take a look. It stuffed the greedy snake in to prevent the little snake from running around. After they stared at each other across the cage for a while, Valen withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and took out a bottle of dandelion juice from the cabinet. After thinking about it, he took out another bottle.

It walked to Hermione's side, handed one of the bottles to Hermione, and squeezed into her arms. The two of them looked at the test paper together.

"Chi!" It cried.

"What's wrong?" Hermione said, still staring at the test paper. Valen took out his special wand from his pocket and tapped a place.

"Uh, this is indeed wrong."

Hermione lowered her head in surprise, watching Valen drinking juice with a straw. Time passed little by little, and Hermione reached out and grabbed it, but it was empty. She had already finished grading. She rubbed her sore neck and looked up.

"The professor hasn't come back yet?"

Valen pointed at the bedroom door again. Hermione was a little confused. Valen simply jumped down, trotted to the bedroom door, and stood on tiptoes to try to reach the door handle with his special wand.

"You want to go in?"

Hermione came over. She didn't think the professor was in there. They had graded the papers for a whole morning, and no one came out, unless... unless the professor was sleeping in... When she thought of this possibility, the expression on her face was a little dull.

Could she have guessed it?

Valen knocked on the doorknob three times with great effort, and the door automatically opened. Hermione was afraid that she would see a professor lying on the bed in pajamas with messy hair, but she caught a glimpse of silver flashes in her peripheral vision.

She stared at the bedroom door, and a transparent film blocked her way. The scene inside was very blurry and unreal. She stretched out her hand-

"Better not touch it."

A voice said, and Hermione was startled and turned quickly to stare at the blank portrait standing in the corner. Then a figure flashed in, blinking light blue eyes and looking at her with a sharp gaze.

"Miss Granger? Can you do me a favor?"

"Uh, okay, professor--?"

"Call me Felix. I haven't taught you any knowledge. See the bowl with a bunch of grapes in the lower right corner of the canvas... see it? Very good, a reckless guy has defiled it with his dirty hands, I really can't stand it..."

Hermione stared and said a little panic: "Oh, Felix? What should I use--"

"Don't use your sleeves! Use a wand, a very simple spell, I'll tell you."

After a moment, Felix in the picture frame whistled loudly, put a grape into his mouth, and showed a comfortable expression.

"You can't imagine how many strange people you'll meet if you hang your portrait in St. Mungo's. There's a dagger stuck in his head - God knows how he survived; there's also someone with fire coming out of his nose, I guess it's because he applied too much dragon blood - I've also seen an old wizard who spits bubbles like a fish, he just happens to have bad breath, the bubbles exploded on the face of the healer who received him, the little girl cried so sadly... Want one?" He asked, holding up a grape.

"No, thank you." Hermione suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

"Oh, you can't have it either." The portrait continued her words: "Thanks to meeting you, I hate the smell of disinfectant, my original body thinks I'm nagging and always tells me to shut up, he also threatened me to find someone to draw a bit, is that for people to wear? I've only seen it on horses!"

Hermione secretly looked at him, chatting with the talkative and talkative professor was a very novel experience.

"Felix? You just reminded me not to touch that thing..."

"Yeah, you don't have permission. If you put your hand on it, snap!" he said in shock, "you'll fall into a trap."

Felix's portrait pointed at the cabinet against the wall. Hermione immediately looked at the cabinet in fear. She was worried that she would be put into the wide-mouthed bottle. The Weasley brothers would probably praise it, but she really didn't have the courage to try.

When she turned around, she found that Valen was sticking his head into the transparent magic barrier. Hermione pointed at Valen in surprise. The portrait said with a relaxed look: "Don't worry, this little guy has permission. Just let him go if there is something, but I think he should know - see, I was right." The portrait said.

Hermione saw a vague figure getting closer and closer, tall, with short black hair.

A hand lifted up the silver film, like lifting a door curtain. Felix looked at Hermione in surprise, "Miss Granger?" He jumped out flexibly, and Hermione vaguely saw a winding glowing path.

"Where is... Classroom 7?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Felix nodded without further explanation.

He quickly figured out why Hermione came. "You want to know the result of the duel?"

"I didn't see any follow-up reports in the newspapers. It's a bit strange, isn't it? I mean, the fall of Voldemort must be a big deal, and everyone is looking forward to reading the news of victory, but there's nothing..."

"News is always delayed, Miss Granger." Felix shook his head and said, "The Ministry of Magic is responsible for this matter. At least Ms. Bones has not revealed her intention yet. She is planning to catch the remaining Death Eaters and dark wizards in one fell swoop."

"Oh," Hermione suddenly realized. She pondered for a while and said slowly, "And about Harry's prophecy--" "

Harry asked you to ask?" Felix looked at her calmly.

"No, I myself--" Hermione opened her mouth.

"Sirius knows about the prophecy. It's best to let Harry ask him himself." Felix said, shrugging his shoulders. "The prophecy is not complicated and the direction is very clear. I think Sirius didn't tell Harry because he didn't want to put too much pressure on Harry. The prophecy may not be true, but it means huge pressure for the person involved."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded gently.

Then her expression became very tangled. She stammered, "In fact, there is one more thing... Harry's mood seems very low. He, he told us, um..." She seemed to be thinking about the wording, "You know that Professor Snape was once a Death Eater, just like the story says, he turned back after straying..."

"...Harry knows."

Felix raised his eyebrows: "Ms. Granger, please tell me in detail."

"It's like this," Hermione said: "During the last History of Magic exam, Harry's scar suddenly hurt, which means that he received the message from the mysterious man again. After that, we..." She recounted what happened that day, "Harry seemed very abnormal. Ron and I questioned him for two days, and he told us...Voldemort was hunting Harry's family because of a prophecy, and it was Snape who revealed the prophecy to him."

Felix listened with a serious expression and nodded, "Anything else? Just these?"

"Just these." Hermione said, she was wondering, isn't this enough? When Harry told her, she could fully understand the complicated feelings in Harry's heart. Felix touched his chin, at least the reason for Harry's recent mood changes was found.

"As bystanders, no matter what we say, it seems insignificant, and it is difficult to understand the feelings of the parties involved. So let them relieve themselves. As friends, what we can do is not to touch this painful memory. Of course, proper guidance is still necessary. Miss Granger, you may need good news at this time. Before the examiner from the Wizarding Examination Authority left, I secretly looked at the fifth and seventh grade test papers."

"If you want to know your ancient magic rune OWL results--"

Hermione nodded quickly, and Felix smiled, "Of course it's excellent, all three of you are."

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when Hogwarts students left school.

Felix stood on the balcony of the office, looking at the students dragging big and small bags, enthusiastically walking out of the castle, ready to spend a happy vacation. "Time flies so fast, I have two months of research time next. Emotions, souls, memories, what is the wonderful connection between them?"

At the entrance of the school's cast iron gate, Harry looked past the wild boars with wings on the top of the stone pillars on both sides of the gate, walked up the stone steps, and stared at the towering castle standing high, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart.

Hermione's words did not provide much comfort, because that was not the point of the problem at all.

Harry thought of the legend of the three brothers, an invisibility cloak that could hide from the god of death... That thing was now lying quietly in the suitcase, but could it be used to help him this time?

Probably not, he thought.

Because he was like the third brother in the fairy tale, ready to take off the invisibility cloak and face the god of death.

But anyway, he had some extra time, although Harry had not figured out how to use it... Yes, Harry thought, he should really think about it. He walked towards the carriage to welcome his vacation.

...

At the same time, Diagon Alley-

a skinny old man staggered into the Sword Castle. He seemed to lack exercise and would stop to rest every few steps.

"This old man, is there anything I can do for you?" asked the young witch with a few freckles on her face.

"I heard that you seem to be able to solve the problem of Squibs casting spells? I happen to have this problem." The old man said in a hoarse voice, but his blue eyes were particularly bright.

"Of course!" the young witch said enthusiastically, "Please register here. You are so lucky. This technology is very mature and will be announced to the public on a certain day. At that time, it will be charged. If it is popular, you may have to queue up!"

"I am not worried about the cost," the old man grinned, his teeth were almost gone, "but I am in a hurry... I am going to apply for a position. If I don't have some skills, I will be in trouble."

The young witch secretly looked at the old man. She didn't expect that he would still work at such an old age, and he was a dud. Thinking of this, she looked at the old man with sympathy and helped him in.