The next day, when Felix was having dinner in the hall, he could still hear all kinds of gossip discussed by the young wizards.

"Harry fought the Dementors and kept them out of the carriage. I could see the overwhelming red light from across two aisles."

"Yeah, it's unimaginable!"

Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff student, poked his head and said, "There's nothing strange about this. You know, Potter defeated the mysterious man when he was a baby. I didn't understand it when I first entered school. The so-called 'savior' was no different from me. He was short, malnourished, and his grades were mediocre..."

He first mentioned a lot of shortcomings, then paused dramatically for a moment, staring at the two companions: "Look now! He's finally exposed!"

"Oh my, so that's how it is." His two friends showed a look of enlightenment.

Felix had the urge to laugh. He finished his pie in a few bites and came to the Ancient Magic Classroom early to look through his class schedule for this year.

Among the third-year wizards, there were no more than ten who did not choose his class, which made his elective class inexplicably treated as a compulsory course.

Professor McGonagall spent a lot of time to arrange Ancient Runes into the timetable.

In the end, the third-year Ancient Runes were arranged in the last period of Tuesday and Thursday, and half an hour later than the normal class.

Soon, the seventh-year students arrived one after another.

Percy, Penelope, Wood, Geoffrey, and the Ravenclaw girl who preferred to hold a little skeleton in the magic practice last school year...

Among these people, Felix saw a figure who should not have appeared - Marcus Flint.

He graduated in June this year, and now he appeared in the Ancient Runes class again. There is only one reason: he was held back.

Last school year, he got zero in the exams for his two advanced courses - Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes, and he didn't even pass a single one. This is really a shame for pure-bloods. His father made some moves with the school directors and let him hold back a grade.

"Professor." The tall and strong Marcus saw Felix waving at him, his whole face wrinkled, and he almost moved to him step by step.

Everyone else was watching the fun, especially Oliver Wood, whose face was flushed with excitement. He and Marcus were really incompatible. The two were the captains of the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams respectively, and they had many conflicts in private.

"You..." Felix looked at Marcus and was a little speechless for a moment. What should he say? After all, his magic score was better than his score in the Care of Magical Creatures class, which at least showed that he spent more time on his class.

If he hadn't relaxed the course selection conditions last year, would Marcus have been able to graduate successfully with only one course?

Felix didn't know about this conjecture.

He rummaged around under the podium and took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Marcus. "This is the answer parchment you used. I didn't clear your information. All the wrong answers are still there."

Marcus took it and mumbled, as if he wanted to say thank you, but he was choked by his saliva.

"Go, I will check regularly. If your grades don't meet the requirements, I will stop all your activities-" Felix looked at him calmly, "Including Quidditch."

"Yes, professor." Marcus said with a frown.

On the contrary, Wood blew a loud whistle as if he was celebrating

a holiday in advance. Felix glanced at him: "You too, Wood. You are treated the same as Flint."

Then the second bitter face appeared in the classroom. The

students on the side snickered.

Soon, the class officially began. Felix looked at the students in the audience: "In the last academic year, you had a relatively easy time, and I am also happy to let you feel the mystery of the ancient runes."

The faces of the male and female wizards in the audience were serious, and such words were usually followed by a "but".

"But this year is your last year at Hogwarts - Wood, don't smile at Flint - I continue, you are facing the ultimate wizard exam, and I don't need to say how important this exam is."

"Next, I will explain in detail our study plan for this school year..."

During the question-and-answer session at the end of the course, Penelope Clearwater raised her hand and asked, "Professor, do we still have magic practice this year?"

"Yes, professor. Last school year, we smashed the little skeleton, drove away the black crow, defeated the magic puppet, cracked the devil's net trap, and finally collected four keys. But there are still many places to explore." The Ravenclaw girl next to her said, counting on her fingers.

Slytherin's prefect Geoffrey also calmly made a suggestion: "Professor, I think the candidates for the magic practice class can be decided based on their grades."

Wood immediately glared at him, and even Marcus's expression when he looked at him was not quite right.

Felix thought for a moment, "Well, I'll open that classroom on the weekends for interested students to explore. But don't expect too much in class."

The class ended hastily, and the students filed out.

"Professor Hep?" Percy stood in front of Felix.

"What's the matter, Weasley?"

Percy said hesitantly, "It's like this, my brothers... Fred and George, they are in the fifth grade today."

Felix waited quietly for the next words.

"Well, this is a crucial year. You know, the OWLs exams... The family hopes that they can focus more on studying and take two more certificates."

"Weasley, you can be more straightforward."

Percy's breathing stagnated, and he mustered up the courage to say, "I, I heard that you are very supportive of their playful behavior, and they are getting worse and worse now... I hope you can persuade them."

Felix looked at him and said softly, "Weasley, maybe you hope that I won't help them?"

Percy said with difficulty, "I have this idea."

The empty classroom was silent, and Felix tapped the table with his fingertips, making a tapping sound.

After a long while, Felix raised his head, "I can't make decisions for them, Weasley."

"You should know that even without my help, they will focus on this. I can't tie them up, or... cast a Confusion Charm?"

Percy's face was pale, and his lips were whispering.

"But I do have a solution." Felix said slowly.

"What is it?"

"You join them."

"You are kidding!" Percy's eyes widened, "I don't care about their pranks at all..."

"No, I don't mean for you to study with them, I mean, understand them. Understand what they are doing, what they are studying, where they spend their time, and why they enjoy it so much. When you know everything about them, you can always find the right method..."

Felix looked at him: "I heard that you are going to enter the Ministry of Magic? This may be a meaningful practice, you can write a related paper."

Percy left thoughtfully.

On the other side, Harry looked furious, and Hermione chased after him in small steps.

"Harry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Hermione, you already know that my father knows Professor Lupin and that Sirius Black! And that Peter Pettigrew! You know everything, but you didn't tell me anything. Let me tell you - hey, where are you? Hermione?"

Turning around a corridor, Harry turned back and wanted to say a few words, but Hermione's figure magically disappeared.

He and Ron looked at each other in bewilderment. At this moment, Hermione came from another fork in the road, stuffing a thin golden chain into her chest.

"Hermione, I haven't finished yet--"

Hermione said impatiently: "What are you talking about? We're going to be late for Transfiguration. Hurry up."

She hurried forward, and after walking a dozen steps, she found that they were still standing there. She said seriously: "What are you waiting for!"