After the students left, Felix sat alone in an armchair, lost in thought. Several pieces of parchment floated in front of him, and lines of letters appeared one after another, as if an invisible feather pen was writing on them. The

thick white fog dissipated as if illuminated by the sunlight, and the unobstructed square, the competition arena imitating the wizard duel convention, the arena with a circular wall, and the winding maze also disappeared little by little, as if they had never appeared.

This place turned into a dazzling white, the ground was as smooth as a mirror, and there was nothing around.

Several professors' memories came out. They looked like real people, but they were just a memory after all. All their emotions were left in the past, and they would not bother them at this moment.

"It's still too quiet here." Young Albus Dumbledore said, conjuring a carved long chair for himself and sitting down: "I prefer the hustle and bustle."

Felix took out his hand that was supporting his chin, gathered a few pieces of parchment together, and said with a smile: "Then persuade yourself. I can see that the headmaster has some ideas. This is exactly what I hope. Maybe only he can convince Mr. Scamander."

"If it's about the memory of magical creatures, it's not that difficult... Newt is a very kind person, unless," the young Albus Dumbledore looked at him playfully, his reddish-brown hair slightly curled, "you want more."

"Yes," Felix admitted, "I hope he leaves a memory. After all, the knowledge that can be written in books is only a small part of his precious thoughts."

Young Felix Hep curled his lips, "It's so confusing." He said bluntly, "Tangible knowledge can help students, but intangible ones can help him."

Several professors present laughed.

Young Minerva McGonagall did not laugh. She looked at them with bright eyes and snorted angrily: "Gentlemen, we should work."

"That's right," said the young Flitwick, turning his legs into a ball of mist that floated in the air, looking like a genie from a Muggle fairy tale. "Today we're just trying out our skills, and there are still many interesting scenes in my mind, such as the goblin tribe." The

young Albus Dumbledore shook his head. "Can I say that my memories of school are a bit boring? But I did use the summer vacation to visit some interesting people, some of whom I still keep in touch with. In order to write my thesis, I also spent a considerable amount of time observing tribes of giants, centaurs and trolls..." The

young Felix Hep muttered softly, "Compared to them, I'm like a blank sheet of paper." He glanced at his original body. "How about holding a black market exhibition around the world, so that students can practice disguise and infiltration, and discover people with ulterior motives? But I need your help." Felix said a

little depressed, "What black market? That's just part of the customs and habits of foreign wizarding circles. I'm just curious..."

But his words were ignored, and several professors got busy.

Mountains, ravines, caves, pubs... goblins, giants, centaurs, trolls... various scenes are stacked on top of each other. They appear for the first time today, but have been remembered by this space. As administrators, they can call them up at will when needed.

...

Harry has been very busy recently. He declined the invitation of Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, on Monday. He heard that they held a banquet and invited all ghosts, but Peeves made a scene and stole a precious exhibit.

Hermione is also very busy. She seems to live in the library. Except for classroom 7 and classes, she is not seen at other times. From her roommate's gossip, she hasn't been to the kitchen to chat with the house elves for several days. Even when he occasionally glimpsed her in the common room, she hid herself behind a pile of thick books, and he could only see a brown head.

As soon as the class was over, she would take out small pieces of paper from her pockets, school bags, and textbook interlayers, count the questions on them one by one, and ask different professors.

He actually wanted to ask questions, but the key was that he didn't know what to ask. He took a book from Hermione's borrowed books and fell asleep when he read the second paragraph. He and Ron wandered aimlessly in the restricted section of the library, looking at the knowledge that did not belong to them. He could only pick books with the words "Duel", "Powerful", and "Spells" in their names. Ron was similar. He was very interested in a curse book tied with chains. On the cover of the book was a wizard howling in pain, and the wizard seemed to want to tear his head out of the book.

But Harry thought Ron simply thought the cover was cool, or the pointed chin and light hair of the painful wizard looked a bit like Malfoy, which made him stop, because Ron soon lost interest in it.

...

Felix found that there were more meetings at Hogwarts this year. Sometimes when he had just finished a class in the classroom or was answering a student's question, Professor McGonagall's cat-shaped Patronus would suddenly jump in front of him, bringing a message from Professor McGonagall.

"The delegation from Ilvermorny is coming."

He and many professors sat in the long staff lounge, bathed in the bright and soft light of the magic lamp, listening to Professor McGonagall's speech. Dumbledore crossed his hands, leaned back in his chair, a faint smile floated on the corner of his mouth, revealing an expression of confidence.

But Felix guessed that he was thinking about something else. He also had this skill and had practiced it deliberately.

However, he paid more attention to Professor McGonagall's speech. Professor Sprout had already asked the confusion for him: "So early? Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in about two weeks."

Professor McGonagall explained: "The representatives of Ilvermorny hope to come in advance to familiarize themselves with the environment and learn about Hogwarts... This is closely related to everyone present. Dumbledore approved that Ilvermorny students can take the sixth and seventh grade courses."

The professors looked at Dumbledore, who smiled slightly and nodded, his beard trembling.

Trelawney, who looked confused and didn't understand the situation, raised her head and said sharply, "I don't accept all students, Dumbledore. If they don't have enough spirituality, I have to make it clear in advance that they won't learn more than a troll."

Snape was choked. He wanted to speak just now, but Trelawney beat him to it. He could only follow her words and said coldly, "That's what I think, Headmaster. Some students can be accepted, but they must show enough talent in the subject of potions. Otherwise, I can only arrange them to enter a lower grade, fifth grade, fourth grade..."

Professor McGonagall looked at them hesitantly. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Don't worry, Severus. As far as I know, Ilvermorny also has potions classes. In other words, the founder of Ilvermorny was deeply influenced by Hogwarts. In terms of the similarity of the courses, they are more closely connected than other schools."

"Ilvermorny also has four colleges: Horned Serpents, Cats and Panthers, Thunderbirds, and Goblins. Of course, they are not the goblins that we imagine living in the garden. This interesting mistake comes from the different translations. In fact, they are native species in North America and are related to the goblins in Europe. According to my speculation, they may be a distant relative of the goblins. Because they have lost their unique culture, they hide themselves in the dense forests, but they have learned to use poisoned bows and arrows."

"These four colleges represent a unique division of the wizard's wisdom, body, soul, and heart. This makes it seem to us that the students of Ilvermorny will show obvious cross-college characteristics. For example, the Horned Serpent College combines some characteristics of Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"The differences in similarities and the collision of ideas they bring are the most valuable things."

"They may have the idea of ​​understanding and spying on us, but understanding is mutual, and we should welcome them." Dumbledore said to the professors.

After the meeting, Professor Pomona Sprout found Felix.

She is the professor of Herbology at Hogwarts and the head of Hufflepuff House. She is optimistic and compassionate by nature, and has a deep knowledge of magical plants.

"Do you want to leave a memory too? Do you need help?" Felix said with interest, "Of course no problem."