It seemed that they had the same idea - mainly Minerva and Severus - and wanted to take advantage of the lunch break to grade some of the summer homework. As for Felix, he had much more free time than the other two.

But he still sat in an armchair, holding a stack of papers and started reading.

For a while, the staff room was quiet, with only the sound of grading papers. The three professors had different ways of grading: Professor McGonagall was the most rigorous and serious, and the "rustling" sound of her quill pen almost never stopped, like the sound of drizzling rain on grass leaves; Snape was just the opposite. He was silent for a long time, and then suddenly used a lot of force to draw heavily on the parchment. After just a while, Felix could roughly judge the level of this student and how Severus felt...

Felix wrote a string of page numbers at the end of the paper to indicate the content that needed the student to re-understand. After half an hour, he stood up from his chair, straightened his body, and prepared to go out for some fresh air. Snape, who had been silent all the time, raised his head, stared at Felix's back, and followed him out of the staff room.

Felix appeared in the courtyard. It was drizzling outside. He stood beside a tall pillar. A wide eave extended from the height of the castle, casting a large shadow that covered a small bush.

Felix squinted his eyes and stared at the blurry scene in the distance. A student was jumping in the rain like a rabbit.

Magic is really magical and convenient. He didn't remember how many times this thought flashed through his mind.

Snape stood beside him at some point. There were other students in the yard who came out to get some fresh air, but whenever they approached, Snape would glare back at them with vicious eyes, so the following conversation went smoothly. The two of them each estimated the atmosphere and spoke almost at the same time-"

I heard that you got a new wand." Snape said.

"I heard that you recently found a part-time job." This was what Felix said.

Snape's face froze for a moment, and he whispered, "Our headmaster really trusts you... Then you'd better be careful, this usually means that he has new plans for you."

"Are you saying that he plans to reuse me?" Felix asked. He found something quite interesting. In the eyes of different people, Dumbledore's image may be completely different. What about himself? How many faces does he have in other people's minds?

"Reuse..." Snape repeated playfully, "If you don't mind being a chess piece and having your every move firmly controlled by others... I guess so."

"It's terrible~ He doesn't have the bloodline of a prophet, right? But I remember that he himself doesn't believe in prophecies very much." Felix said exaggeratedly.

Snape glanced at him, "Our headmaster is a very good chess player. He will analyze you thoroughly before the conversation begins. So that you think that everything you do is your own choice, but it just happens to be what he wants."

Felix tasted a familiar taste. He seemed to do the same thing himself - prepare as much as possible before the negotiation and don't give the other party a chance to refuse. So these words sounded like Snape was accusing him.

"You're full of complaints, Severus

." "Just speaking my mind," Snape said calmly, "So, the name of your new wand is 'Old Wand'?" Although it was a bit difficult to pronounce, Felix still understood it.

"Yes." He answered briefly.

"It's Ollivander's work?" Snape asked.

"Yes, the craftsmanship is quite superb."

"But some people don't think so." Snape said softly.

Felix rolled his eyes, "Is it your part-time master? Don't you think he's too nosy-"

"Some people think," Snape raised his voice, his black eyes staring at the layers of rain, "this wand has existed for a long time and has been kept by the Ollivander family. It was only recently that it found its owner again."

Felix was a little surprised, "That's strange." Did Voldemort misunderstand something? Felix started to think, and the scene of Voldemort retreating without a fight flashed before his eyes. What he misunderstood...

"Old Wand?"

Snape fell silent. Felix pondered, so Lucius told Voldemort what happened in the wand shop? He carefully recalled the conversation with Mr. Ollivander, and he was sure that his words were full of jokes about fairy tales.

But who knows what Voldemort thinks, his mind is not normal...

"There are indeed legends of various powerful wands in history, such as the Elder Wand, the Death Wand, and the Wand of Destiny... The rumors about the Elder Wand are the most exaggerated, and the process of its spread is also the most bloody and cruel... Of course, not many people believe them, and those who know them just listen to them as stories... But you can't conclude that these powerful wands really never existed." Snape said in a low voice.

"Why is the process of the Elder Wand being spread bloody and cruel?" Felix picked a familiar name and asked.

Snape glanced at him.

"According to rumors, only by seizing the wand from the previous owner can one become its true owner. And this usually means conspiracy and bloody killing. There is a lot of evidence to prove this-" "

So you believe this too?" Felix asked.

Snape did not answer directly. He continued, "Several powerful dark wizards in history have used their lives to prove its reputation. Of course, there is another school of thought that all this is just a ridiculous coincidence. It is a false law summed up by later researchers who made up stories and deduced from the alternation process of a limited number of wand owners. It is just a story with a lot of talk."

"What I have in my hand is not the elder wand." Felix sneered.

"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. My words don't count." Snape curled his lips.

Felix was speechless. He had a new understanding of what Dumbledore said before. How to know the enemy's thoughts? Just reverse the inference through his actions. At least in this matter, Felix can draw a conclusion: before Voldemort knows whether the 'Old Wand' is real or fake, he will never dare to be his enemy.

The deterrent power brought by a fake old wand is amazing.

Even Felix couldn't help but be a little moved-just as Voldemort was afraid of Felix, Felix was also afraid of Voldemort. It is normal for two wizards of equal strength, far beyond the normal level, to value each other's true thoughts that are inadvertently revealed.

Of course, he knew that the Elder Wand in his hand was a fake, but what if there really was an invincible wand in reality, and he named his new wand after it? Does this indicate anything? For example, will he eventually get the real Elder Wand?

But Felix quickly calmed this idea. He was not willing to believe that there was an invincible wand. Can it be stronger than a wizard?

Besides, the wand was just a transition for him. He didn't need to spend too much energy on something that was destined to be abandoned. It would be better to study how to fight against Voldemort's killing curse. He now had at least three ideas - the zoom spell to enlarge the entity, the seventh-level armor charm, and the transformation of magical creatures. But it would take time to apply them flexibly.

Felix fell into deep thought. He had always underestimated the zoom spell in the past and only thought about how to shrink the target. But if he thought about it carefully, it would be a good strategy to enlarge the things around him.

In the future, he could carry some coins, stones, nails and other things with him, and throw them at Voldemort when he met him... He could even throw mice.

...

"Who's there!" Snape shouted suddenly. He walked into the shadows aggressively, his robes rustling.

Felix came back to his senses and heard Snape's exasperated voice shouting: "Fifty points for eavesdropping on the professor! Everyone! Plus detention!"

Felix blinked and moved a few steps to the side. Now he could see clearly.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood together dejectedly, looking sick. Harry was holding a limp string in his hand, which was the retractable ear invented by the Weasley twins.

The other end of the retractable ear kept shaking at Snape's feet, and Snape's nose seemed to be crooked with anger.