Library.

Felix was reading a book, oblivious to what was happening outside.

Yesterday's open class didn't seem to affect him, even though he was the direct cause of the sensation.

He turned the pages with his left hand and slid his wand in a small range with his right hand. Runes appeared and disappeared in the air. Madam Pince was watching closely. She had been staring at Felix for more than half an hour.

Madam Pince was a thin, elderly woman who looked a little malnourished. But she was very suitable for the job of librarian because she loved books like her life and had a keen sense of smell. She could always find and punish students who violated discipline at the first time.

If a student dared to take out his wand and gesture in the library, she would definitely kick him out immediately, but Felix was a professor, which made her hesitate.

Fortunately, Felix left with two books soon, so she didn't have to worry so much.

Felix returned to the office and took out a piece of chestnut wood from his suitcase. The magic power poured down along the carving knife, carving ancient runes on the surface of the chestnut wood.

Chestnut wood is a material for making wands, but it is like a blank sheet of paper, without any tendency, and it is not expensive. Felix discovered it and used it to practice ancient magic runes.

The carving knife infused with magic power left magic runes on the surface of the chestnut wood. Every time a complete magic rune was drawn, it would emit a scorching red light, and then quietly extinguish, leaving a black mark.

Felix carved the magic runes very quickly, which also made the surface of the chestnut wood flicker constantly. The carving knife kept flying, as if he was not carving magic runes, but writing an immortal chapter that would go down in history.

After a few minutes, Felix filled the surface of the chestnut wood. He pulled out his magic wand and brushed it across the surface of the chestnut wood. A thin layer of wood instantly detached and automatically flew to the other side of the table.

Felix then picked up the carving knife and continued to work on the chestnut wood.

He did not stop until the chestnut wood shrank by three inches and stretched his waist in place.

In the corner of the table, thirty thin wood chips have been piled up, like pages of a book, covered with black ancient magic runes.

Felix calculated a number in his mind and nodded with satisfaction, "272 magic runes, this is the power I currently have."

He stood up leisurely and stood in front of the window to look into the distance. His decision to return to Hogwarts was really right.

This is the life I want!

"Clatter~"

An owl flew in through the window and threw a letter on the table.

Felix opened the envelope and after reading the letter, he couldn't help frowning.

This is a letter from an "old friend".

Although Felix has only graduated for three years and has only traveled for one year, he has traveled all over the country in this year and has a lot of experience. This has broadened his horizons and made him "widely connected" - no matter where in the world he is, he can tell which magic black market is closest to him with his eyes closed.

This letter is from a "friend" he met on the black market.

Felix pulled out the parchment and hurriedly wrote down a string of words, asking him to meet at the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade on Saturday.

He was still thinking about the purpose of this friend's visit until the owl flew away.

He remembered the scene when they first met.

The man called himself Klein, and he always wore a hood on his robe. His face was always full of mist, making it impossible to see his true identity.

Klein adhered to the principle of equal transaction. He had connections for rare magic manuscripts, magical potions, magical creatures, etc.

Felix traded with him seven times, and both of them were very disciplined.

So, he was also very curious about what Klein's purpose was in looking for him. Of course, he was more curious about what this friend had in stock recently. It was

ten o'clock on Saturday morning.

Felix came to the Hog's Head Inn. It was still early and there was only one customer.

Felix walked to the table of guests, saw the familiar mist-covered face, and sat down with a smile. As he sat down, the figures of the two were looming, and their voices were completely isolated from the outside world.

"Klein."

"Felix." This was a neutral voice, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, or how old he was.

There was no shortage of such mysterious beings in the magic world, and the reasons were always various. For example, they were dark wizards, or they had committed some crime, or they were hiding from their enemies, or maybe it was just some kind of bad taste.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" "

To get information."

"What information?"

"The relics of the second generation of the Dark Lord."

Felix was silent for a few seconds, his mind constantly turning.

"Okay, but you have to tell me where your information comes from first."

Klein tapped the corner of the table with his fingers, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, but he quickly said a word, "Wagadu."

"You found that group of crazy witch priests?" Felix was a little surprised. Wagadu was a magic school in Africa. African wizards did not start using wands until the 20th century, which also made their development trajectory different from that of other countries.

For example, they also inherited a branch of prophecy magic, witch priests, but outsiders called them crazy witch priests.

Because this kind of prophecy magic is actually a kind of black magic, every prophecy requires a price - such as a limb of your body.

The most important thing is that the prophecy may not be accurate...

When Klein mentioned Vagadou, this was all Felix could think of, because Africa and England have nothing to do with each other and there is no contact between the two sides.

"Go on." Felix said, he became interested. With Klein's personality, he would not look for a fake witch priest, and to let a skilled witch priest make a prophecy, he must have paid a lot of price.

"The prophecy says that the Dark Lord's relics will stay in Hogwarts for a year."

Felix's heart trembled, "What kind of relics are they?"

"I don't know, I just know it's very evil."

Felix was a little speechless, not sure why you're trying so hard!

And evil, do you think you're an Auror?

As if seeing Felix's disapproval, Klein said again, "The prophecy I requested is: the secret of leaping over death."

Almost instantly, Felix used all his strength to operate the brain occlusion technique. He was "surprised" and said, "Say it again?"

"Leaping over death."

"But the Dark Lord is dead."

"That's the prophecy."

"You can check it yourself."

"There's Dumbledore at Hogwarts."

"Are you afraid of him?"

Klein laughed twice. Although Felix couldn't see through the mist on his face, he knew that his expression at the moment would not be very good. Felix

pretended to be "contemplating" for a long time before speaking: "Thank you for your information, but I can't guarantee that I will get the relic. I can only promise that I will not betray you and go to crack the secret of the Dark Lord alone."

Klein thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

The two stretched out their hands, touched their index fingers, and a golden pattern bloomed.

This is a temporary magic contract, which lasts for one year. If Felix violates it, there will be no punishment for him, but by then, Klein will know his location at any time!

If you are not afraid of the revenge of a mysterious wizard, you can violate the contract.