The first meeting of the Magic Club ended like this. The young wizards filed out, their faces full of excited silence. After walking a distance, the discussion broke out like a surging tide.

"It was wonderful!"

"Did you see the flame? It was like a toy in Professor Happ's hands!"

"The spellcasting instinct..."

"I wonder what the next meeting will be about?"

Harry and Ron stood in the corridor. Hermione stayed to ask a few questions. After five minutes, she finally appeared.

"I asked a small question about Professor Lupin." Hermione looked relieved, as if she had solved a question that had been buried in her heart for a long time. "Professor Happ really knows."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Oh, I promised the professor not to tell anyone." Hermione paused, "so as not to cause unnecessary controversy."

It seemed that Harry and Ron were even more curious, but Hermione soon talked about another thing, "Professor Happ recommended a series of books to me, which will be very useful for our duel study group."

"A series?" Ron smacked his lips.

"'Chadwick's Magic' is a teaching book written by Chadwick Boot, one of the founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States. We can read it together with 'Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense', the textbook for Defense Against the Dark Arts. In addition, 'Practical Defensive Magic and Its Control over the Dark Magic' is also very good, and 'Curses and Counter-Curses' by Winndic Winridian..."

Hermione said with some regret, "I shouldn't have wasted time reading some miscellaneous books before."

Harry recalled, "It's that corrupt and immoral book..."

"It's 'The Lawless Wolf: Why Werewolves Don't Deserve to Survive'," Hermione said a long book title in one breath, "The book claims that werewolves are all a group of morally corrupt and lawless guys."

"It sounds a bit subjective. Maybe there are some good werewolves too." Ron shrugged, "But Hermione, Professor Lupin has canceled the essay assignment on werewolves."

"I know, I just..."

A cold wind blew into the corridor, "Let's go back to the lounge quickly, I'm about to freeze to death." Ron said, and they left while discussing all the way.

In the classroom, the firewood in the fireplace burned to the end, struggled for a few times, and finally went out.

Felix stretched out his right hand, and the small snake in the air fell down suddenly, kept shrinking, and finally condensed into an Ouroboros ring on his right little finger. He looked at it calmly, then shook his fingers, and the small snake swam, coiled together, and turned into a coin again.

"So this is what you meant, Severus." Felix said softly. Snape took over several Defense Against the Dark Arts classes during Lupin's "illness" and taught the chapter on werewolves in advance without paying attention to the students' learning progress. He originally thought it was just to disgust Lupin.

But now it seems that Snape should expect a little wizard to discover Lupin's werewolf identity and expel him from school.

"It's a pity, professor, only Miss Granger has done her homework seriously."

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Back in the office, Felix read today's "Evening Prophet". On the sub-page, he saw an article published by a person who claimed to be a retired old therapist from St. Mungo's, which mentioned his previous fishing paper.

"Purely in theory, I can't find any problems. Mr. Felix Heppe's understanding of memory magic is amazing. I look forward to more theoretical research and experimental data. In my opinion, there are more than two real problems. Here are my views

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At the end of writing, I hope to meet Mr. Heppe. If his theory becomes a reality, it will benefit countless wizards who are troubled by memory damage, but I also want to point out that this process will be very difficult. I hope to live to see this day come...' "

Finally, a therapist with weight has come." Felix said happily. Many of the views in the article coincide with his, but he did not reveal it.

As early as half a month ago, some critical voices appeared one after another, trying to point out the mistakes in Felix's theory, but they probably didn't even enter the threshold of memory magic. The views they expressed were very naive and were refuted by Felix one by one.

But this time was different. With Rita Skeeter's advance tip-off, he easily knew the identity of the old therapist, Dorothea Boham.

She was the former director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and had made outstanding achievements in many treatment fields. Her last name was "Boham", the same as Mungo Boham, who founded St. Mungo's.

She was nominated twice as the director, but the first time she was nominated, she insisted on not giving up her front-line treatment work and declined the position of director.

After twenty years, her prestige was so high that more than half of the therapists were trained by her. She had to bear the title of director of St. Mungo's, but she did not completely give up her treatment of patients until she retired.

"This is a highly respected therapist. I must be careful with the wording of my reply."

Felix reread her article, smiled slightly, and took out a feather pen.

In the following week, Felix communicated with this self-proclaimed "retired old therapist" across the air, and he also revealed more content bit by bit. Soon, their discussion attracted many top treatment experts.

The name Felix Hep also has a lot of attention among the therapist community.

Weekend, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Felix saw Dorothea Boreham, who was surrounded by a group of therapists. The lady was very old, with wrinkles all over her face, but her eyes were bright.

Back at the hospital, she changed into a treatment gown for herself.

"Mr. Hep, it's not easy to see you." Dorothea said with a smile, her teeth were almost all gone.

"Ms. Boreham, it's not bad to communicate through letters, isn't it?"

Dorothea said kindly, "I know you are a professor at Hogwarts, and you are very busy at work. Using letters is indeed a good way... Tell me quickly, how did you solve those problems? I've been thinking about it recently and it's giving me a headache."

Felix understood that his secret treatment of the Longbottoms had been known, and he had expected it, and even planned the progress of the matter.

Looking at the eyes of the therapists around him, they had no intention of causing trouble for him.

Even if there was, he could only keep it in his heart. In the past period of time, he added a title of "Memory Magic Expert" for himself. If the Longbottoms were fully recovered, he would be the undisputed "Master of Memory Magic" and the most outstanding memory injury therapist of the contemporary era, without a doubt.

Felix smiled and said, "Ms. Hambom, it's a long story. Let's take a look at the Longbottoms first."

"Okay, okay. No matter how much we say, it's better to cure the patients. I've seen the Longbottoms, and they are much better now!"

The Janus Sichy ward on the fifth floor is always locked, and most of the patients inside have sustained lasting spell damage. The healer of this ward, Meliam, chanted "Alaho Open" and opened the ward.

Felix and a group of healers came to the Longbottoms' beds, "Frank, Alice." He greeted.

The Longbottoms were playing a rope-skipping game, and they looked up at him when they heard it.

Frank muttered something, and no one could hear it, but it was exciting enough.

In a blink of an eye, Felix pulled the two of them closer to the thinking cabin. In the world of thinking, opposite him were two things that looked like foundations, but also like a dilapidated library.

There were rows of bookshelves on the ground, with some books scattered inside, some of which were incomplete.

'Another day of hard work.' Felix thought to himself, piecing together memories is easier said than done, but it is quite boring.

A group of therapists outside stared at him blankly. Felix snapped his fingers, and the Longbottom couple became dazed, and then the three of them stood still.

"Mr. Hep?" A young therapist wanted to pat Felix on the shoulder, and Mrs. Longbottom said sternly, "Don't touch him!" But the next second, the therapist was bounced away by a beam of light, somersaulted over and flew more than ten meters and hit the wall.

"August! Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Meliam walked over and patted the reckless doctor on the head, then turned to say to everyone, "He fainted."

"Merriam, please take him away."

Old Lady Longbottom said angrily, "That's why I didn't want to tell you in advance!" She carefully looked at Felix and her son and daughter-in-law. They didn't react abnormally at all, and she was slightly relieved.

Dorothea Boham said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Longbottom." She turned her head and looked at the current dean of St. Mungo's. "I didn't know that the current healers could make such a low-level mistake?"

The current dean said awkwardly, "This is an accident. August... is lively and has many novel ideas, but he was really too reckless this time. He really shouldn't... I will criticize him severely."

Dorothea Boham nodded majestically. The current dean was her student, who taught her hand-in-hand forty years ago. She looked around, "Don't disturb Mr. Hep in any way, understand?"

The healer of St. Mungo's nodded obediently.

There were no more accidents in the following treatments.

In fact, Felix was fully aware of what was happening outside. He could have ignored it, but he felt that he had to do something. Just now, there were several hidden magics probing him. Could they just probe him casually?

So he deliberately activated a protective magic item...

After this episode, Felix turned his attention back to the thinking hut. Today's treatment went exceptionally well. Even when he pieced together his memories and condensed them into a book, there were already tiny dots of light that were spontaneously attracted and integrated into the bookshelf.

'Maybe one or two more treatments will stimulate their self-healing ability.' Felix thought.

At noon, when he opened his eyes, he saw a look of awe.