Felix said noncommittally: "That's too far away from you. I'm still studying it..." He avoided the topic of the sixth-level spell, because frankly speaking, he had never seen similar spells on other people.

This made him doubt that the so-called sixth-level spell was only exclusive to him.

After all, in the fourth grade, he almost integrated all his mind and faith to master two sixth-level spells-'Armor Protection' and 'Fainting'.

When he succeeded, he experienced a transformation beyond imagination, and his magic power and will were sublimated.

You know, he was only fifteen years old that year.

In the next six years, even though the magic theory has made another step forward, to this day, the number of his sixth-level spells is less than ten.

Of course, this is also because he has transferred most of his energy to the study of ancient magic runes.

...

A student raised his hand and asked, "Professor Hep, do you support specializing in one magic?"

Felix shook his head and explained, "For beginners, it is necessary to specialize in one or two magics. This will allow you to progress rapidly, stand out quickly, and gain the ability to protect yourself. But for mature wizards, they need to learn more things to deal with different troubles."

"Professor Hep, if I only practice one magic from now on, how long will it take me to reach the third or fourth level?" This is the question from Albert Balk.

"Mr. Balk, I don't recommend you to do this. If your grades are fine, you will have a great chance of becoming an Auror." Felix said.

"Professor, will you include this part in the next duel course?"

"Of course, there is no doubt about it."

"Professor, I want to upgrade all the spells to the level of third-level spells. Do you have any suggestions?"

Felix said in an amused tone: "Mr. Pardis, you can spend more time on magic theory. But again, there is no need to do this."

The three professors looked at Felix with different expressions. To be honest, in their respective areas of expertise, they thought they would not be lower than the "fifth-level spells" mentioned by Felix, but the key question was -

how did he define the sixth-level spell?

This was also the most curious part for the professors.

"Professor McGonagall, what do you think of his theory?" Snape asked in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall said, "This method is not suitable for Transfiguration, but for spells, I personally think it's good. Filius, what's your opinion?" Flitwick

put forward his own views: "At least in the field of duel magic, it is still applicable. It provides me with new ideas for analyzing some classic duel cases. Of course, as he said, this theory cannot cover all magic."

In the following questions, the little wizards seemed to acquiesce in his statement about the level of magic and kept asking various questions.

After about ten minutes, the crowd gradually quieted down.

Felix said, "Okay! Let's move on to the next step. There are still forty minutes before the end of class. We will use the remaining time to test and guide your disarming spells."

The four professors shuttled through the crowd, divided the little wizards into pairs, and guided their disarming spells.

But many little wizards were still a little anxious-

"Professor Hepp has definitely mastered the sixth-level spell!" Ron said confidently.

"I think so too, and he didn't deny it." Dean Thomas said.

But Professor Hepp just didn't say it, which was really annoying!

Unconsciously, most of the young wizards agreed with this classification method.

"What do you think the sixth-level spell is like?" Ron asked.

"Will the spell become bigger and brighter?" Neville asked with a look of longing.

"You mean, a spell as thick as a bucket?"

"That's possible, isn't it?"

On the other side, Felix said to a Hufflepuff young wizard, "Very good, Diggory, your spell is already quite good."

Cedric said a little stiffly: "I have also practiced for a long time, and the information you gave is very useful."

Felix nodded with satisfaction, and was about to praise a few words, but he suddenly stopped talking.

Cedric saw that Professor Hep's expression suddenly became serious, and he couldn't help asking: "Professor, what happened?"

But Professor Hep didn't answer him, his eyes were always in one direction, and his light blue eyes seemed to penetrate the hall.

"Diggory, I have something urgent to do, please notify other professors for me." The young professor left in a hurry.

He went straight to the castle tower, and in just a few minutes, he was standing at the door of the office.

Felix cast various protective spells on himself, and the protective products under his clothes flickered with magical light. After making sufficient preparations, he calmly waved his wand, and the door opened silently.

The scene in front of him surprised him.

At the door, seven or eight dark green devil vines were tightly wrapped around a house elf. The green branches flickered with green light, as if breathing.

Felix carefully looked at this unexpected intruder, and it seemed to have fainted.

Felix added a coma spell and walked straight into his office.

After carefully checking from inside to outside and confirming that there was no risk, he directly opened the suitcase in the corner and took out an exquisite box from it. Felix's fingers brushed across the surface of the box, and layers of magic patterns lit up on it.

There was no sign of being cracked.

He breathed a sigh of relief and opened the box. The diary lay quietly inside.

At this time, he had the mind to think about the origin of this strange house elf.

After thinking for a while, he took out a thumb-sized transparent bottle from the ring, which contained about one milliliter of transparent liquid.

This was a Christmas gift from Snape.

Felix dripped two drops into the mouth of the house elf and woke him up with a resuscitation spell.

After about five minutes, he figured out the whole story.

Felix felt quite complicated.

He looked at the diary, and after a long silence, he whispered, "Sorry, Tom."

A large amount of Fiery Flames flew out of the wand and gathered above the office, like clouds rolling on a cloudy day. Under Felix's control, the Fiery Flames gathered and shrank towards the center, condensing into a solid white sword in midair.

The diary sensed the danger, and the pages flipped, and a large amount of black air poured out from it, but these black air collapsed when they touched the white sword.

Tom's voice came from the diary: "No, I can tell you the secret to defeating death-"

"Shh!"

The sword pierced into the diary, and then penetrated the exquisite box and the long table-

the sound stopped abruptly.

Felix waved his wand and made the white sword dissipate.

"Understanding the essence and reshaping the body, this is the sixth-level magic..." His voice rang in the office.