When Hagrid said the name, the air was quiet for a long while -

"Who is that?" Harry asked blankly. He looked at Ron, who had an innocent expression on his face; he looked at Hermione, who was trying hard to recall the books she had read.

Finally, they all looked at Hagrid, who said uncomfortably: "You should have known, but I changed your textbooks - there are only third grade, I want to try something..." He said the last sentence

in a very low voice. Harry and the others still didn't understand, so Hagrid had to continue explaining. His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his full beard couldn't cover it: "Mr. Scamander wrote "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them". Before I took over the Care of Magical Creatures class, this book had been the textbook at Hogwarts."

With this, the three of them understood. No wonder they didn't know, because Hagrid changed the textbooks this year, and it happened to only change the third grade.

Harry couldn't help but think: Maybe the animals in the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" were not "interesting" enough, so Hagrid came up with the idea of ​​replacing it with "The Monster Book of Monsters".

They finished writing the letter in Hagrid's hut and were going to find Hedwig at the Owlery to mail it. When passing the Whomping Willow, Harry suddenly heard a sinister sound of wind coming from behind him. He subconsciously lowered his head, turned around and pulled out his wand, and looked up, just in time to see the figure of a big black dog jumping high.

Harry's eyes widened in horror. It was a sign of death! He could even see the big black dog's light eyes and one-inch long teeth. Before he could react, it had already flown over him, turned around and knocked Ron down, dragging Ron with its big mouth into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Expelliarmus!"

The special training during the summer vacation and the recent duel study group played a role. Harry directly used his best magic.

...

Ravenclaw Dean's Office.

Felix picked up a piece of peanut crisps and watched Professor Flitwick trying to cast a spell. His wand was held diagonally, and his left hand assisted in the casting. The blue magic continued to shape, trying to condense into a spherical structure.

Felix had eaten the seventh piece of peanut crisps, but the magic still hadn't taken shape. He had to stop, choking.

"It still doesn't work—" Flitwick sighed and waved his hand to disperse the magic. "My understanding of the Zooming Spell is still based on modern magic."

"Then how did you master those ancient magics before?"

"It took me three years to master a defensive spell." Flitwick shook his head. "Actually, I learned this more out of interest than envy of its power."

"But I don't think simplified magic is worse than ancient magic, especially when I master more than a thousand spells."

"A thousand?"

Felix smacked his lips. He also mastered a lot of spells, but it was nothing compared to the old professor. And this was the number of spells Flitwick mastered at a 'certain period'. As for how many spells there are now, it's hard to say.

'A spell is Filius's runes?' He tried to understand the professor's thinking.

Flitwick waved his wand, and the floor rose up into steps. He stepped on the small steps and sat on the chair opposite Felix. "Many of the spells I know are daily magic, but in fact, a spell is a spell, and each one reveals the secret of magic, no matter how small it is."

Felix pondered this sentence, "Filius, my magic theory has not made any progress recently. Is this the factor?" "

Progress?" Flitwick said in surprise, "Can you accurately judge whether you have made progress? I think most people improve unconsciously... Before that, every spell casting and every study may add help."

Felix blinked, "It's just-similar to a sudden enlightenment, as if all the past knowledge is integrated all at once."

Flitwick said cheerfully, "This state is hard to come by. I still remember when I was thirty years old, I was always struggling with learning so many spells but couldn't use them, but I really liked spells. Until one morning when I woke up, my understanding of magic suddenly reached a new level, and since then I have never doubted my choice."

Felix only thought of one word, a natural outcome.

After seeing Ravenclaw's memory magic, Slytherin's bloodline research, and Dumbledore's Transfiguration, he also knew Flitwick's path of spells. He couldn't help but think: Maybe every professor at Hogwarts is more or less on the path of magic?

In his opinion, the so-called path of magic is a perspective to understand the world, or more bluntly, a tool to understand magic.

Flitwick observes and understands the structure of the entire magic building through spells, and he completes this step through magic runes. In Felix's expectation, if possible, he will replace all spells with magic runes.

Although there is no hope at present~

Felix wants to know Flitwick's views on spells, but at this moment, a silver cat suddenly appeared in the office, and it opened its mouth and uttered Professor McGonagall's anxious voice: "Filius, come to the school hospital as soon as possible, it is suspected that Sirius Black attacked Harry Potter." Felix

and Flitwick looked at each other in surprise, and they hurried to the school hospital. On the way, Felix couldn't help but wonder, is it fake news?

In order to solve Harry's safety problem, he deliberately asked for Harry's endoscope and re-cast the magic. As long as the endoscope found the trace of Sirius Black, he would get an early warning here at the same time.

But the current situation is that he did not receive any feedback from the endoscope.

In the school hospital, Professor McGonagall walked back and forth at the door, her hands tangled together, "Oh, you are here." When they approached, they saw Dumbledore communicating with Madam Pomfrey with a serious face.

Dumbledore insisted, "Poppy, I need five minutes, this is very important." Madam Pomfrey compromised.

He saw Flitwick and Felix, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go in together."

In the ward, Ron was lying on the bed, one of his legs was hung up and bandaged. Harry and Hermione sat aside.

Seeing the professors come in, they started to talk in a flurry.

"Headmaster, it's Black, he's the big black dog--"

"It can transform into a human, no, into an animal!"

"Professor, he, he's an Animagus!"

The ward suddenly became quiet, and Dumbledore whispered: "Animagus? You are talking about Sirius Black, not anyone else?"

"It's him, I'm absolutely not mistaken, Ron and Hermione saw it too, right?" Harry turned his head for support.

"That's right!"

"That's true."