In the office, Felix was still recalling what happened not long ago -

he and Neville stood in front of the clock tower, looking at the scenery in the distance. The dark clouds had turned into sleet and snowflakes, which made the dusk tonight particularly gorgeous. Although there were no colorful clouds reflected by the clouds, the orange-yellow light of the sun seemed magnificent and unobstructed.

"It's a spectacular sight, isn't it?" Felix said softly. Neville

nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, but felt that his lips seemed to be stuck together and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried.

"I think I owe you an apology, Neville." Felix spoke first. Although Neville's eyes were still looking outside, he could feel the professor's eyes on him.

"I, ahem! I mean, Professor Hepp, I should say thank you. You cured my parents and inspired my talent... I, I..." He said with a flushed face.

Felix changed the subject, "How are your parents?"

Neville seemed relieved, "Dad and Mom are fine. They spent Christmas at home. Everyone was very happy. Grandma was drunk, although she didn't drink a few glasses... Uncle Algie drank almost all the wine."

"After the holiday, Dad and Mom returned to St. Mungo's for follow-up treatment. They have lost a lot of vitality over the years and must recuperate for a period of time. But Aunt Meliam said that these are minor problems. They were affected by memory damage before, and many treatment methods cannot be used..."

Neville paused and said, "Before the start of school, they asked me to express my gratitude to you." He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Felix.

Felix took the letter. There was a golden red wax seal on the seal with a three-dimensional L-shaped pattern on it, which looked very formal. His fingers gently touched the wax seal, and the letter popped open automatically. Inside was a sincere thank-you letter and a golden red card woven with metal filaments.

A string of names were embroidered on the card -

Augusta Longbottom, Algie Longbottom, Annie Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, Neville Longbottom...

Felix solemnly put away the card and the thank-you letter, "I'll reply with a formal letter, and if necessary, I'll visit." Neville looked at him blankly, "Oh, uh... I'll tell grandma - and mom and dad."

In the following time, they all watched the sunset in silence, from the beginning when it dyed half of the sky, to falling down little by little, the shadow of the sun could no longer be seen, but its brilliance was still like gold embedded in the distant horizon.

Felix suddenly said, "Neville, you taught me a lesson."

"What?"

"It's difficult for a person to transcend everything he has experienced. Most of the decisions he makes are based on the reproduction of a scene in the past. It is like a cage of thought, invisible and intangible. But when you want to make a decision, you are always affected by it."

"The scary thing is that the person in the cage doesn't know it. If someone can wake him up and give him some hints to let him see a wider world, his concept will take a big step forward."

"Neville, you once played this role."

Neville's breathing became rapid, and he turned his head to look at Professor Hepp.

Felix said, "You should have complicated feelings about me, gratitude, resentment, respect, hatred... all kinds of emotions mixed together, so you don't know how to face me, right?"

Neville lowered his head and looked at his shoes. He suddenly had a lot to say, but he held it back.

"I just said that a person's behavior will be affected by the past, and I am no exception. The deeper the past, the more far-reaching the impact. When I was preparing this plan, my mind subconsciously recalled my experiences as a student. I tried to use myself as a template and tried to copy it on you."

"Professor, your magic riot... is it terrible? But didn't you defeat the entire Slytherin College?" Neville said softly.

"Ah... Even Dumbledore was not born invincible. When he was eleven or twelve years old, he might not have been able to beat Harry. Of course, we only talk about combat power, not wisdom."

Neville thought this sentence was a bit strange. Did Professor Hep say that Harry had no wisdom, or was he just acting recklessly without a brain?

But when he thought that the object of comparison was Headmaster Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the time, he felt relieved. This was actually a kind of honor and praise.

"I'm actually quite lucky," Felix laughed. "My peers couldn't beat me, and the seniors could only watch due to school rules. After all, the punishment was quite severe at the time..."

"But if you can't help but take the initiative to attack the senior students, you are no longer protected. You have to allow them to protect themselves, right? So for a long time they kept chattering in my ears. Once or twice I thought they were childish and only knew how to talk, like a nagging fly, but over time, it is inevitable that some negative emotions will accumulate."

"It just so happens that due to some special reasons, maybe it's my talent... My magic is more active than that of ordinary people, so I experienced several magic riots." "

Actually it didn't have much effect on me, but I naturally attributed it to the product of negative emotions."

Neville suddenly realized that this was the case. I have been thinking hard these days, but I still can't figure it out. Professor Hepp is so powerful, how could he be forced to have multiple magic riots? Now he finally understands that it's because of his talent.

He couldn't help but think with envy that Professor Hep was completely opposite to me - I was too inert in magic and had very poor talent...

But now everything is fine.

Felix carefully observed the expression on his face and smiled, "Okay, I have revealed a lot of my secrets. You have to keep them secret for me. Now think about it, don't you feel better?"

Neville lowered his head in shame. He said embarrassedly, "Professor, I just can't get around to this for the time being."

Felix said gently, "I hope to talk about the problem openly. I did have some inappropriate considerations. I hope to get your understanding."

"Professor, I am too stubborn." Neville scratched his head and laughed foolishly.

"Then, shake hands like a man?" Felix took the initiative to extend his hand.

Neville blinked and shook the professor's hand.

"Neville, I want to invite you to join my magic club. Are you willing?"

"Can I, but - my grades are not outstanding."

"Everyone can see your diligence, and I think I am qualified to select members who I think are suitable."

"Of course I am willing!"

The earth finally swallowed up the last ray of light, and night fell. A

slightly distressed voice came from the clock tower, "I found a problem. It seems that we missed dinner. Let's go to the kitchen. I will introduce you to a very friendly house elf. His name is Yun Bo. I hope he has read the recipe I gave him... There are a few dishes I have been thinking about for a long time."

...

After the memory ended, Felix sat on the sofa and said in a relaxed tone: "Isn't this good?"