After class, the third-grade wizards filed out of the classroom, each holding a half-foot-tall magic puppet, and happily discussed the content of the first class.

Felix stayed behind and ticked a form. He wrote down the number 17 next to the name "Luna Lovegood", which represented the number of cards she had touched in class.

In fact, the process of injecting stable magic into the cards became more and more proficient as the class progressed. In Felix's opinion, today was really just an interest-oriented class. Especially compared with the sixth-grade class that followed -

"Sixth grade is a crucial year..."

"Don't be like this, professor." Fred and George shouted in grievance in class: "We just experienced the OWLs year!" Other students whispered in agreement.

They had heard similar words for a year, and they all had psychological trauma. Several timid students seemed to be brought back to the bitter last school year. When they thought of the difficult days, they kept shaking as if they had some sequelae.

The students felt sympathetic. They didn't know who made the retching sound. They looked around to find the source of the sound. Their emotions were incoherent.

Felix was amused and paced in the classroom. "The reason I say this is that in this year, you don't have to worry about certificates, and your knowledge accumulation has reached a peak. This means--"

He deliberately paused for a few seconds and revealed the answer: "We have more time for practice."

Before the students could come to their senses, he turned back to the podium, took out the magic rune cards, and clapped his hands: "My requirements are very simple. Through these cards, master at least seven ancient magic runes--" "

They happen to form a magic rune circuit. I will explain this part in the last half hour of the course."

"But I hope that you can find the fun in it through your own exploration. Let's get started, students. The first person to finish will receive a reward of 20 points."

Soon, in the sixth grade ancient magic rune advanced class, students from four colleges took magic rune cards and projected magic rune symbols one by one--this was a piece of cake for the fifth grade students who had experienced purgatory.

But the key is how to master the magic runes on the cards.

"Oh, right." Felix seemed to have thought of something and picked up the roster. "It's still very difficult to complete this step alone, so I will divide you into groups... Miss Campbell King, don't look around. I will divide you into groups of three according to the order on the roster."

In this way, the students of the four colleges were disrupted. Felix thoughtfully transformed a series of small round tables, each with three chairs. The Weasley twins took advantage of their surnames and were assigned to a group. They stared at the Ravenclaw girl opposite them.

"Oh, it's so beautiful." The girl looked at the small green sprout projected on the card, and a light of intoxication flashed in her eyes. Then she came to her senses and looked down at the textbook full of notes.

"According to past experience, in order to master a magic rune, you must first master its symbol shape and magical symbolism... This is the most important thing, and we can get all of them from the cards. The only thing left is - why are you looking at me?"

"No, nothing." George muttered. He took a card from Fred, injected magic power into it, and asked in a low voice: "Why do you think the professor did this?"

Fred said: "I guess he wants us to master the ability to learn ancient magic runes by ourselves."

"Are you serious?"

"I heard from someone in the 'Future World', well, it was Penelope," he blinked mischievously, "she said that Professor Hep positioned the magic rune cards as enlightenment toys."

"Toys!" George said with his eyes wide open.

"Yes, it's the same as children's comics, but Professor Hep is more trying to promote practical magic runes. Penelope said that the professor provided a scenario: a father or mother holds a child and projects patterns from the cards. When the child grows up a little, he or she will naturally become close to magic runs."

Joe thought about it seriously, "If it weren't for the 'Future World' purchasing a batch of Muggle toys, I don't know how scarce our entertainment methods are... It has given us so much inspiration! Magic building blocks, little soldiers, colorful bubble guns, prank cards, and the derived wizard battle cards..."

The Ravenclaw girl interrupted, "Why are there no dolls?"

"Uh, excuse me, what did you say?"

"Dolls," the girl said seriously, "I loved them the most when I was a kid. I spent all my pocket money on them every year, and I collected a whole set over the years!"

The twins looked at each other, and Fred asked slowly, "George, what do you think?"

George said in the same tone, "Man, I think - we should take advantage of the last two years at school to find some partners..."

"That makes sense." Fred nodded. He turned his head and looked at the girl. "Terry, would you like to join?"

Terry looked at them in surprise.

"What did you say?"

"Join Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. There is nothing yet, but in the future it will be the world's largest supplier of prank items and a manufacturer of wizard children's toys."

"You - um - a little unexpected -" Terry said at a loss, "Is this not another prank of yours?"

"Of course not. Do you have any plans for the future? For example, join the Ministry of Magic?" Fred and George looked at each other and asked. It was just a whim at first, but now they really have plans to recruit people.

"This... Not really. I come from a Muggle family and haven't decided where to stay after graduation."

"Then come and give it a try." Fred and George tried their best to persuade.

Terry found that she was inexplicably positioned as a veteran of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. She shook her hand holding the card violently. A blue waterfall projected by the card flickered and then disappeared.

...

In the last half hour, Felix explained this part of the knowledge and assigned homework.

"Today's paper is about how to use the magic rune cards to learn ancient magic runes efficiently. I need you to combine your experience in class and summarize a set of effective learning plans." After class

, Felix heard the Weasley twins muttering as they passed by -

"What do you think of Cedric?"

"He has a special liking for magic puppets..."

"Isn't this just right?" "That's right

... Aubrey is also good, and there are also Selton and Pardis."

Felix stroked his chin and looked at the two men's backs. They were all talking about the members of the Magic Club. Was there anything he didn't know?

After the afternoon class, Felix walked towards the Great Hall with a Niffler on his shoulder, attracting many curious eyes along the way. As soon as he arrived at the entrance hall, he saw Harry and Draco arguing from a distance.

Harry said something angrily, pulled Ron and turned away. Draco Malfoy's face turned red. He threw down the newspaper in his hand, and took out his wand from his back in anger, pointing it at Harry viciously.

"Bang!"

Harry jumped aside nimbly, and a fiery spell brushed past his hair. He turned around and waved his hand violently - Draco seemed to be hit by something, and the wand slipped out of his hand, and then he stumbled back and was pulled by Crabbe to avoid falling.

Several screams came late.

"Merlin's beard, what is that!"

"Silent and wandless spells, Potter is too amazing, what a pity, he is only in the fourth grade..."

"Do you think he can become a warrior if there is no age limit?" "

It's hard to say, everyone has made great progress in the past two years."

Ron looked at Harry in shock, "How did you do it?"

Harry looked at the extra wand in his hand in a daze, it belonged to Malfoy. Harry himself didn't know what was going on. He was just indignant that he was suddenly attacked, and he subconsciously fought back. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a loud noise in the hallway.

Bang! Then a roar echoed in the hallway.

"Don't do that, kid!"

Moody limped out, pointing his wand at a snow-white ferret, which was trembling on the stone floor, where Malfoy had just stood.

In silence, Moody asked: "Did he hurt you?"

"No," Harry said, "The spell didn't hit."

"Don't touch it!" Moody roared.

"Don't touch - what?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Not you - him!" Moody roared again, and pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but was so frightened that he froze in his tracks.

Moody began to limp towards Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, who gave a yelp of fear and dodged, running in the opposite direction.

"I don't believe it!" Moody roared, and pointed his wand at the ferret again - at which point a man stood in front of the ferret. "Oh, Professor Moody, I can't let you do that."

Felix smiled and cast away the spell.

The ferret huddled at his feet, and Sniff Valen was looking at it curiously from his shoulder.

As for Felix himself, his eyes had already fallen on the dirty, trampled-on copy of the Daily Prophet, whose headlines he had just read that morning.