Kingsley looked at Felix and said hesitantly, "I know your name, Felix Hep, but she is not an easy person to talk to... That woman is so bold that she may not listen to Fudge himself."

Felix did not speak.

Dumbledore watched all this, blinking his blue eyes. In connection with Rita Skeeter's attitude before, he almost had some guesses.

The old man leaned over and carefully examined Fudge's condition. He said, "The basilisk is indeed a terrible creature. Even if you don't count its eyes, its toxicity is extremely rare."

"That's true." Kingsley nodded.

"But no matter how poisonous it is, it cannot compare to the desires in people's hearts. Voldemort is like that." Dumbledore said calmly, "As his power grows, his desires are also expanding. He breaks through one bottom line after another until he has no scruples anymore." "

Voldemort once glorified his behavior. He once said that magic is power. Felix, what do you think?"

Felix said lightly, "Magic can carry many things, ambition, dreams, strength, power, awe... but these are just scenery on the road. You can stay for a while, but you still have to move forward."

"I personally think that magic is magic. There is no need and no need to add other accessories." He raised his head to meet Dumbledore's calm gaze.

Kingsley listened to the conversation between the two in confusion. How did they talk about the basilisk and the mysterious man? Didn't he die a long time ago?

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Lucius Malfoy knocked on the open door of the ward with his cane. He raised his head slightly, hiding half of his face in the shadows, "Dumbledore, I need to talk to you alone." "

Ah, welcome, Lucius, welcome." Dumbledore stood up happily and walked out with him.

Felix also said goodbye in due time.

Walking through the corridor connecting to the hall, Felix happened to see Rita Skeeter. She looked very flustered and her makeup was smudged.

What happened?

"Rita." Felix walked out of the shadows and scared her.

"Felix Hep! You, I..." Rita Skeeter stammered and stammered.

There's something strange...

Felix looked into her eyes, and his light blue eyes lit up slightly.

Panic, fierce, relieved...

What did she do?

He hesitated whether to continue to explore further - there was a risk of being discovered, but Rita Skeeter lowered her head to avoid his sight, "Sorry, Mr. Hep, I have something else to do, I need to finish my manuscript..." She left in a hurry.

"Rita," Felix called her, "I hope that there won't be too much trouble about Minister Fudge's injury."

Rita Skeeter turned her back to him and said cunningly, "Mr. Hep, oh, Felix, are you asking me to hide the truth?"

"As long as the facts are not exaggerated or distorted, you know what my attitude is."

When she left, Felix sighed. He should concentrate on his magic rune research.

However, there is still the duel course that needs to be resolved.

The new semester starts, and he must set the time and teaching content of the duel course.

After lunch in the auditorium at noon, Felix came to the basement of the castle to finalize the teaching content with Professor Snape.

Snape, dressed in a black robe and expressionless, welcomed him in.

"Please take a seat, Felix."

Snape lifted the hem of his wizard robe and sat opposite him. He waved his wand and let several pieces of parchment fly onto the table in front of him.

"Here are some of my -" Snape stared into Felix's eyes, "Insights."

Felix picked up the parchment and flipped through it carefully, and joked with him: "Professor, don't you even have a cup of tea when you come here?"

Snape pulled the corner of his mouth, "You have never drunk anything I handed to you personally."

Felix curled his lips and stopped talking.

Snape used truth serum to scare him when he was in school, and he also gave him a small bottle of high-purity truth serum for Christmas this year. He really didn't have the courage to try any of the drinks he gave him.

He read the contents of the parchment carefully.

"Professor, do you mean, learn one spell in one class?"

Felix looked at Snape in some confusion.

"Felix, most spells related to duels are dangerous. If you don't slow down, they will give you all kinds of unexpected surprises." Snape deliberately emphasized the word "surprise".

Felix thought for a moment, "One class every two weeks, that is, learn two spells a month."

Snape said indifferently: "You can learn more than a dozen spells in a school year. As long as you match them properly, you can protect yourself." He said with his usual sarcasm: "Some students can't even cast a standard Shield Charm until graduation."

This is indeed the reality of Hogwarts. Peace has lasted too long, and the little wizards learn spells just to cope with exams.

When the exams are over, some obscure spells are put aside.

According to the normal teaching sequence, the little wizards in the fourth grade should master the Shield Charm, but unfortunately, this spell is classified as a teaching content under the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, and this course at Hogwarts...

It's hard to describe.

The spellcasting level of many little wizards in the fifth grade will become the peak of their lives, because according to the requirements of the OWLs exam, compulsory courses must be taken, naturally including Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration and other courses that are more practical than practical.

After the fifth grade, young wizards began to choose advanced classes according to their grades and career plans, and some poor students might only take one or two courses.

If he happens to choose courses that are mostly theoretical, his spellcasting level will drop rapidly like diving.

It is estimated that after graduation, except for the most commonly used magic, all others will be returned to the professor.

Felix brushed the ring on his left hand and took out a stack of parchment, "Professor, this is my teaching arrangement for the first spell, you can give some suggestions."

Snape took the parchment and flipped through two pages casually, but then his expression became serious.

"This is..."

Snape was immersed in reading the contents on the parchment, immersed in the magic skill tree constructed by Felix. From time to time, he took out his wand and waved it in the air.

"Felix, is this how you understand the spell?"

Felix said gently, "It's just my personal understanding in the process of learning spells. There may be omissions."

Snape's fingers brushed the parchment, and he quickly reconstructed the magic in his mind.

After a while, he waved his wand, emitting a dazzling red light, knocking a chair three meters away away. The poor chair completely fell apart in mid-air.

"Professor Snape, what are you doing?" Felix asked him. The spell just now was not too strong, but too weak! It

was not as strong as the Disarming Spell he used to defeat Lockhart.

Snape carefully experienced it in his heart and slowly opened his eyes. "I just blocked my knowledge of the Disarming Spell and reconstructed this magic according to your design."

Felix suddenly realized.

Snape is not only a master of potions, but also has a very in-depth study of spells.

He used memory magic to block his understanding of the Disarming Spell, and in a very short time, he relearned the Disarming Spell according to Felix's plan.

This was not difficult for Snape. He had all kinds of magic accumulated, and all the relevant theories and techniques were available. With a little experience, he was able to recast the spell.

If it were another little wizard, he would not be able to do something similar.

Snape's approach further verified the feasibility of Felix's theory, and the current success rate is still maintained at an astonishing 100%.

However, Felix soon went off topic, and he began to ask Snape about the application skills of memory magic...