As for the content of their class, Kyle didn't know, but he could probably guess...it was nothing more than a frank conversation with Harry.

The content may be about the Order of the Phoenix, or it may be about Horcruxes... After all, when Harry had not yet learned the Occlumency technique some time ago, many things were hidden from him, and Harry was still feeling resentful about this.

To put it bluntly, the purpose of this class is to help him untie his knot. To what extent he can do that depends on what Dumbledore wants Harry to know.

But this has nothing to do with Kyle.

On Wednesday afternoon, after the Ancient Runes class, Kyle found Professor Babel, who was about to escape, with a parchment filled with magic formulas.

Yes... run away.

Ever since Kyle asked a few questions about the arrangement of magic runes in the first class of this school year, she had not been so eager to see this student.

It's not that she was afraid of being stumped and losing face. Professor Babel's knowledge of ancient magic runs might be higher than Dumbledore's. Kyle's problem was nothing to her.

Professor Barbling just doesn't want to work overtime. Normally, she leaves as soon as get out of class is over and never delays for a minute.

But if I answer Kyle's question, it won't be a matter of wasting one minute, half an hour would be considered a minimum.

Unfortunately, Kyle was sitting right at the door and Apparition was not allowed in the castle, so her plan to get off work on time had failed the moment she stepped out of the classroom.

Professor Babel looked down at the parchment Kyle handed over, and her face immediately fell.

"Original magic runes..." She said almost subconsciously: "Why are you looking at such useless things? Are you wasting your time?"

"Ah?" Kyle blinked. He thought of many possibilities, but he never expected Professor Babel to say that. And from her tone, she didn't sound perfunctory. She really thought Kyle was wasting his time.

"That's right." Professor Barbling explained, "In the view of those medieval scholars headed by Rowena Ravenclaw, the original runes have great disadvantages. I don't recommend you waste your time on them."

"What do you mean?" Kyle still didn't understand.

"It's like this..." Professor Babeling showed rare patience and said, "The so-called original magic words are simply a kind of magic words that were worked out by ancient wizards themselves.

“However, due to the limitations of the times, these characters have not been effectively unified and planned. In other words, they are too confusing. If the correct meaning is not understood, even the slightest mistake may lead to the collapse of the magic runes.

"It is precisely because of this that the great Rowena Ravenclaw gathered all the scholars at the time to jointly plan the original magic runes and compile them into a book, which is why we have what we are learning now."

At this point, Professor Babel looked at Kyle meaningfully and said, "I remember that more than 50 years ago, I once said something to a student. Now I want to say it to you...

"There are reasons why certain things are eliminated. Don't pursue so-called strength too much. When you are immersed in the joy of being invincible, you will often unknowingly bring about more terrible things, dragging you into the abyss of magic."

Looking at Professor Babel's light grey eyes, Kyle subconsciously took a step back and scratched his hair.

"Sorry, Professor. I wanted to learn this because I read something written in primitive magic."

"Oh?" Professor Babel raised her eyebrows. "Original documents from at least 1,300 years ago are not common... But there is no need to study them specifically."

She grabbed something nearby and instantly had a thick book in her hand, then threw the book to Kyle.

"This is a comparison table of the original magic runes. You can just look it up yourself. There's no need to waste time learning it.

"Let me make it clear. Even if you insist, I won't waste my time teaching you... No one can take up my time, not even Dumbledore!"

Professor Babel's patience had basically run out by this point. While Kyle was checking the comparison table, she had already left the classroom without looking back.

By the time Kyle reacted and chased out, there was no one in the corridor.

Kyle sighed. Professor Babel did not have an office, or rather, she never went to her office. In this situation, no one could find her unless it was the next class. The only thing that stood out was that she would never stay late.

Kyle stood in the empty hallway and thought again about what she had said earlier.

Who was that person who reminded a student fifty years ago, Tom Riddle?

The timing was just right, and more importantly, Riddle also had a deep understanding of magic runes, and Kyle had a say in this.

However, Professor Babel was unwilling to say more, and Kyle had no way to ask.

He glanced at the book in his hand, then stuffed it into the box without a care in the world.

At least this trip was fruitful. He realized that there was no need for him to study in depth those primitive magic runes that seemed mysterious but had actually been eliminated. This saved him a lot of time.

After Kyle left the corridor, Professor Babel, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared at the classroom door.

She looked in the direction Kyle had left, and her eyes, which had always been calm, gradually showed more curiosity, as if she had seen some interesting plot.

She never thought that there was another student who would notice the original rune while at school, and she was also very curious whether Kyle's choice would be the same as the previous one.

Of course, no matter what choice Kyle makes or what decision he makes, she will not interfere, but will just be a quiet bystander, just like she did fifty years ago.

…

On the other side, Kyle jogged all the way to the Charms classroom, but despite this, he was still ten minutes late.

"Sorry, Professor Flitwick, I was asking Professor Babbling some questions and didn't pay attention to the time." Kyle explained while standing at the door.

"Remember to come earlier next time, at least don't delay other students' classes." Professor Flitwick said, and also gave a punishment that was neither light nor heavy.

"One point deduction for Hufflepuff. Okay, come on in."

Kyle nodded and walked into the classroom.

"Where were we just talking about..." Professor Flitwick clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention to himself, "Oh, right, wandless spellcasting."

He continued, "This is also a skill that a wizard needs to master. Now, who can tell me the benefits of wandless casting?"

"It can prevent wizards from surrendering after losing their wands." Qiu raised his hand and said.

"Yes, that's right, five points to Ravenclaw," said Professor Flitwick. "For a wizard, there is nothing more terrible than losing his wand.

"And at this time, wandless spellcasting becomes my last resort. I still remember the battle when I became the champion of the duel competition. My wand was taken away by my opponent due to a momentary negligence.

"He thought he had won and couldn't wait to celebrate, but he was hit by a wandless stun spell from me and lost the game."

Professor Flitwick had a nostalgic look on his face, "So wandless spellcasting is also a wizard's last trump card."

…

"By the way, how many times has Professor Flitwick won the duel tournament?" At this time, Mikel asked in a low voice: "Why do I remember that in the previous Charms class, he said that he won by using a Swamp Curse."

"As far as I know, Professor Flitwick has won three dueling tournaments." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "If he hadn't come to Hogwarts later, this number might have increased."

"Three championships..." Mikel smacked his lips, "That's fine."

"Let's start with the simplest levitation spell." At this time, Professor Flitwick had already begun teaching them the key points of wandless casting.

"You must concentrate." He said, "Keep your eyes on your feathers and imagine that you are holding a magic wand. Now, let's start chanting the spell..."

"Wingardium Leviosa!" A noisy voice rang out in the classroom.

The feathers on the table were swaying and floating, but none of them were normal. Ryan's feathers were swaying left and right, and Mikel's were spinning in the air like a top.

Even Kanna's feathers were trembling slightly, and fell down a little from time to time.

The Charms classroom seemed to have instantly returned to the seventh grade, when everyone was still in the first grade. The situation then was the same as it is now, and everyone was trying hard to control their feathers to float.

However, Professor Flitwick was quite happy with the result. He had thought that it would be good if half of the students could make the feathers float. This result was much better than last year.

"Good, good." He clapped his hands and said loudly: "Concentrate and imagine your fingers as magic wands. You can do it..."

With his reminder, some people gradually became familiar with this feeling, and more and more feathers began to stay in the air steadily.

Being able to perform magic without a wand is, to be honest, quite magical, and gives me an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ryan pointed at his textbook.

The heavy "Standard Spells: Level 7" shook violently on the table, and the next second it flew directly over Ryan's head.

“Bang!”

Accompanied by a heavy crash, a big bump appeared on Ryan's forehead and he was knocked unconscious.

"I told you to start with the feathers," said Professor Flitwick sharply. "Someone help get him to the hospital wing."

Mikel immediately gave up his spinning top-like feathers and took the job without hesitation.

Mikel didn't dare to use magic freely for his own reasons, and wandless spellcasting required precise magic control, so for him, it was an impossible task.

"How's your questioning going?" Connor directed the feathers in front of her and asked, "Did Professor Babeling agree to teach you?"

"No." Kyle twirled his fingers, and the feather moved back and forth. "She said it was a waste of time."

"What do you think?" Connor asked, "Maybe you can ask Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore. They should be able to teach you."

"Forget it." Kyle thought for a moment and shook his head. "Actually, I think what Professor Babel said makes sense..."

After class, Kyle prepared to go to the school hospital to visit Ryan. On the way, he met Hermione and Harry.

It is not difficult to judge from the direction of the two people's movement that they should also be going to the school hospital. After all, this road can only go there.

"Is anyone from Gryffindor injured as well?" Kyle asked.

"It was Ron," Harry sighed. "He was hit on the head by a Bludger during Quidditch practice."

"...Okay." Kyle was a little speechless.

Fred and George were able to make the Bludgers more obedient than Puffballs when they were in third grade, but Ron was still being hit in sixth grade.

But this may also be due to the difference in positions. After all, Ron is a goalkeeper and usually does not deal with Bludgers.

"Are you guys starting training so soon?" Kyle asked, changing the subject.

"Because the competition is fierce." Harry explained, "There are five people who want to be the goalkeeper. Ron was quite nervous, so he thought about practicing in advance during the break. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have borrowed all the Quidditch balls.

"By the way, what are you doing at the school hospital?"

"Visiting my roommate," Kyle said. "He had a bad accident during class and hit his head."

"Speaking of this," Harry said with lingering fear, "I almost got hit on the head by a cauldron a few days ago, in Potions class."

"What happened?" Kyle asked curiously, "Neville's grades probably won't allow him to attend the advanced class."

"It's me." Harry's face flushed slightly. "It's the first time I know that putting the materials in too late can actually cause the crucible to explode."

"Although Professor Slughorn insisted that it was my oversight, I think he seemed a little disappointed."

"Because of your Potions grade?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "He thinks I should be a Potions genius like my mother, but I can't even cut a sleeping bean properly."

"Wait..." Kyle suddenly realized something. "Did Professor Slughorn reward you with Felicis in Potions class?"

"Yes, and Hermione got it." Harry's mood finally improved a little. "You know, there is no one better than Hermione in the sixth grade."

"Ah, I'm just lucky." Hermione said beside her, trying to appear calm.

In fact, after getting the Felixir, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep for several days.

"What about you, did you get your reward?" Harry asked.

"No." Kyle shook his head. "It's Kanna."

Harry suddenly realized, but he was not surprised. He knew that Connor had participated in the assessment of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association during the holidays. He also learned about this and knew that it was the most authoritative Potions Association in the wizarding world.

Now that he mentions this, Harry still feels a little envious.

Others were able to join the most powerful potion organization when they were in seventh grade, but he was in sixth grade and couldn't even complete the tasks in class.

"How about this..." Kyle suddenly said, "If you don't mind, I can lend you last year's notes. There are some tips on brewing potions on them, which should be helpful to you."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up.

"It's not real, it's just a note." Kyle said with a smile, "I'll go back and look for it and bring it to you by dinner time."

"Thank you so much," Harry said gratefully. "To be honest, after Snape was gone, I suddenly found that potions were actually quite interesting, but my grades were too poor before."

"Can I see it too?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, no problem." Kyle nodded. "You can use the Copying Spell to make a copy when the time comes, but some of the content on it may be different from the textbook, if you can accept that."

"Different from what's in the textbook?" Hermione frowned.

"These are some tricks of a potion master, which I wrote down." Kyle said, "But I can guarantee that those tricks are really useful... After all, the book "Advanced Potion Making" has not changed for decades, and a lot of the content in it is outdated."

Hermione opened her mouth but said nothing.

In fact, she was more inclined to the textbook rather than the so-called tricks, but since it was Kyle who recommended it, she decided to give it a try.

They chatted all the way and soon arrived at the corridor where the school hospital was located.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?" At this time, Hermione suddenly said: "The notice said that next week is the first Hogsmeade Visiting Day."

"I don't know yet." Kyle thought for a moment, "If there's nothing else, I should go..."

As soon as Kaier finished speaking, a ball of fire suddenly appeared in front of him, and then Fox appeared in front of the three of them.

It looked straight at Kyle and chirped softly.

"I'm sorry, Harry, Hermione." Kyle's face turned serious. "Can you please say hello to Ryan for me? I may have something to do and can't go to the school hospital for the time being."

"Oh, no problem," said Harry.

"you……"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Fox land on Kyle's shoulder and then disappear again.

The two looked at the empty corridor and glanced at each other.

"Is that... a phoenix?" Hermione asked first.

"Well, Professor Dumbledore's phoenix," said Harry, "I saw it when I went to the headmaster's office before."

"So it's Professor Dumbledore looking for Kyle?" Hermione continued, "What do you think it is about?"

"I don't know either." Harry said, "It should be related to the Order of the Phoenix. Remember the lesson Professor Dumbledore gave me a few days ago? He told me that Kyle was actually involved in many things related to the Order of the Phoenix. He also said that if he was not in school, I could go to Kyle for help if I had any problems."

Hermione glanced in the direction the phoenix disappeared in. "It seems that Professor Dumbledore trusts him very much."

"Obviously," said Harry.

…

(End of this chapter)