"Fred and George must not know that their noses will be on public display one day." Ron chuckled, staring at the small spot of light above his head. Harry, Hermione and a dozen people around them did the same.

They stood on the empty floor, or rather, the space inside the stone basin. The light here was not very sufficient, close to the dusk scene at dusk. There

was no ceiling above their heads, but a round light, which was very similar to the shape of the edge of the stone basin. At this moment, a piece of the light was blocked, which was a straight nose bridge, as if there was a giant outside the room spying on them.

Ron said with satisfaction: "Guess whose nose this is? I think it's George. Although it's not obvious, his nose is a little crooked."

Harry grinned. This was indeed an interesting perspective. They could also hear the "buzzing" sound of talking, coming from a distant place with an echo -

"I saw a lot of little people. Little Ronnie is the easiest to recognize. Our red-haired one - ouch!"

Everyone in the stone basin watched one of the Weasley brothers fall from the air with his fangs and claws bared. He somersaulted more than a dozen times and fell heavily to the ground. George Weasley looked up and saw his brother reaching out his hand with a smirk on his face, and said to him in a teasing tone: "Your hair is also very conspicuous."

George immediately got up, patted the non-existent mud on his body, and said pretentiously: "It's all Fred's fault. He pressed my head. Oh, he's coming."

Everyone looked up and saw another person falling from a height, almost a replica of George. Fred also fell to the ground with a "bang".

"That's good!" George asked happily, "Harry, who of us do you think landed better?" Harry

tried his best to make his tone sound objective. He held back his laughter and commented seriously, "I think it was you, but Fred made a louder sound when he hit the ground..."

The students fell one by one like dumplings, and finally it was Professor Hep. He landed lightly on the ground and said with a smile, "An appetizer before dinner. I hope you have fun."

"Next, I will show you the true power of this magic."

As Felix spoke, he waved his hand at the same time, just like what was described in the fairy tale book, "The sky grew dim, darkness enveloped the earth, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you." Harry was a little flustered, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. He tentatively called out, "Ron? Hermione? Professor?"

There was no response, and he couldn't even hear his own voice. In a panic, he bumped into a person who seemed to be about to fall, and he pulled him up.

"Keep calm..."

Professor Hepp's voice said, "This is a magical fog that can block ordinary natural light and sound. Generally speaking, experienced people will choose to stay away from this area because they don't know what they will encounter. But if you are already trapped in it, you can use some special magic to break the fog, such as the illumination magic I taught you."

He chanted the syllables of the magic rune, and the light gathered in his hands. Rays of light pierced through the darkness and brought light, but the straight and bright light and darkness were entangled with each other, and no one could do anything to each other. Harry thought of a scene where a flashlight beam pierced through the darkness at night.

However, the professor may have countless smaller flashlights in his hand...

At the same time, Harry also saw who was next to him, the only second-year student, "Oh, Ginny, are you okay?"

Ginny's face was as red as her hair, "No, no, nothing!"

Felix said: "This is the performance of the initial mastery of this magic, and it is also my minimum requirement for you - you can control it stably, not let it drain your magic power, and can also maintain a basic shape. It looks like a big light bulb."

"When you become proficient, I mean if your control is sufficient, you can change the form of this magic at will according to your wishes, such as a ball of light-"

He stretched out his hand, holding a milky white ball of light, with a warm bright yellow in the magic mist, which made people feel at ease. The light became brighter, and Harry saw the shadows of other people.

"Or animal appearance-"

A glowing owl flapped its wings, illuminating their faces dimly, and Harry suddenly thought of his Hedwig, but the next second, it turned into an eagle, and various unknown birds of prey.

"Or, just the simplest beam of light—"

Felix said, and the monkey-eating eagle in his hand quickly rushed into the sky, dragging a long, bright vertical track. In the end, it really became a beam of light.

"These tricks can be used for your private practice to help you train your familiarity with this magic. After that, you can inject magic power at will to enhance the power and range of the magic."

The wrist-thick beam of light seemed to be untied and expanded rapidly, one foot, two feet, ten feet, twenty feet... The beam of light continued to extend and engulf them. The magic fog of the entire space was broken, and the sky became bright.

Felix put away the magic, "Then, next—I will give you one-on-one guidance."

Everyone stared at the professor. They couldn't figure out what this sentence meant. One-on-one, one by one, to receive guidance? Harry and the other two had a vague guess that perhaps the professor had made preparations in advance, just like the Professor Hep who was made up of memories in the nameless book.

They guessed half right.

Hermione suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and the others were also frightened. A second head appeared from Professor Heppe's neck, and soon, his chest was also divided into two, as if there were two professors overlapping.

In the extremely strange eyes of the crowd, the second complete "Professor Heppe" walked out from Felix, and this Professor Heppe pointed out a name: "Malfoy, follow me."

Draco walked in front of the two professors completely mechanically, looking left and right. He couldn't tell who was real and who was fake, but soon, something even more surprising happened. The third "Professor Heppe" appeared. He turned his wand nonchalantly, "Well, it's you, Diggory."

Cedric followed him with a stiff expression. When he walked a distance away and couldn't help but look back, the fourth and fifth Professor Heppe had already started to select students. He finally understood what one-on-one guidance meant. It

really is one-on-one!

"Geoffrey--"

"Percy Weasley--"

"Miss Greengrass--"

One by one, the members of the Magic Rune Club were taken away by Professors Hap and others. Everyone had a confused expression on their face. Harry could understand them very well. Even after being baptized by the nameless book, he was still greatly shocked.

He found that Professor Heppe never hesitated to show them the wonders of magic, and applied it to every aspect of life and teaching. Magic had become a part of the professor.

"You seem to have something to say to me, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth. He thought of Professor Trelawney's abnormal state during the exam. In his opinion, either Trelawney had an unknown hidden illness, or she really made a prophecy.

He had always thought that the professor of Divination was a liar, but since the attack of the Dementor army on the corridor bridge that night, he no longer thought so.

"What you worry about will happen in April." That's right

! This sentence was not said to a certain person, but to the four people present at the time, Ron, Hermione, Professor Heppe and Harry himself!

Ron had always been looking forward to his pet mouse, hoping that it would come back one day - not as a dark wizard, or Peter Pettigrew, but as the inconspicuous mouse Scabbers who had been with him for more than two years, but his worry undoubtedly came true; Hermione had

always been worried that they would be attacked, which was one of the reasons why she actively organized the duel study group. As a result, the attack really happened. If Sirius hadn't suddenly appeared, they might have been kidnapped by Peter Pettigrew. No, only he, and the fate of Hermione and Ron could be imagined;

what about Professor Happ? One of his respected elders died that day, which Hermione told him;

as for himself, he had more things to worry about - worried about Ron's worries, and worried about Hermione's worries. When he met Sirius, he began to worry that he was not worthy of such a beautiful family. As a result, an accident really happened in the middle of the journey...

When Harry told Ron and Hermione about this speculation, they were also very surprised.

"Harry, this is just a coincidence!" After being shocked, Hermione said proudly.

"Maybe, maybe it's true. That old dragonfly Trelawney is really capable. Hermione, didn't you say that her ancestors had a real talent for divination?" Ron said doubtfully.

Privately, he gave nicknames to professors he disliked. Snape was a greasy old bat, and Trelawney was called old dragonfly because she liked to play tricks and wore a pair of insect glasses...

The two good friends had completely opposite reactions, which made Harry's attitude waver, until the exam, when Harry was the last one to walk out of the classroom and returned the crystal ball that had fallen to the ground to Trelawney. She rolled her eyes, held the armchair stiffly, and said some incomprehensible words. Her voice was like she was ill, as if it had been rubbed hard by a file, hoarse and weird -

"A change that has not happened in a thousand years... A legendary drama is staged from now on... Ho - the clown returns to the stage with drums, the warrior is ready to go, the lion grows old, the firebird is nirvana... Time! Time!"

Harry was stunned at the time, and when he was thinking about whether to ask someone to come and help, Professor Trelawney's head drooped to her chest, she snorted, and then, suddenly, her head popped up again, and she stood there like nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, my dear child," she said as if in a dream, "it's too hot during the day, you know - I fell asleep for a while..."

Harry still stood there, staring blankly.

Trelawney glanced at Harry in surprise, as if he had done something strange.

"What are you thinking about, child?"

...

"What are you thinking about, Harry?" Felix asked.

"No, nothing," Harry was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses: "I want to ask, is the stone basin also the principle of the nameless book?" "

Almost," Felix said, "but rather than the nameless book, it's more like a combination of the Room of Requirement and the Pensieve," he blinked, "I got the gift of the two elders."