Chapter 455

“There’s one more thing.” Dobby took the envelope, his big round eyes looked at Felix hesitantly as he stammered, “It’s about Winky …”

Felix’s face turned blank, he had almost forgotten about Winky.

“What happened to her? The magic bindings on her should be gone.”

“Yes, you’re right.” Dobby’s body began to sway, two slender arms tangled together, “She wanted to go to be with her master, and Dobby told her Mr. Crouch is in prison, and she … she’s sick.”

“I see.” Felix said calmly.

Dobby looked at him uncomprehendingly as Felix drew out a note and wrote something on it, Dobby stood on tiptoe to read it, but he is too short and Valen stood in front of him, so he could only see the back of Valen’s head.

“Do you know Ludo Bagman?” Felix said with his head down, quill darting.

“Dobby knows!”

“Well,” Felix handed him the note, “Bagman owes me a favour, and I don’t think he’d mind doing me such a small favour.”

“You don’t have to do that!” Dobby said sharply, looking startled, “Dobby didn’t mean to ask Mr. Hap for a favour!”

“Here, let him take you on a trip to Azkaban, he has the authority to do so.” Felix said, “By the way, bring something for Mr. Crouch, you can talk to Winky about it, and I don’t care where Winky wants to go after that.”

Dobby bowed deeply and pressed his nose to the floor, his whole body trembling with excitement like a salmon that kept jumping when it landed on the shore.

Valen looked at where Dobby had disappeared and turned her head to look at Felix, “Kee?”

Felix picked her up, “To tell you the truth, magic can’t confine a person forever, but love can. Tsk! That sentence should be left to Dumbledore to say … Want to have a snack, Valen?”

“Kee!”

…

The next day, in the seventh grade Ancient Rune classroom, Professor Marchbanks and old Vera were once again present.

The old man obviously hadn’t slept well, and the dark circles under his eyes are as obvious as his double chin.

When he saw Felix standing at the podium, his expression looked both excited and lost.

Excited because he found many magical journals that are not available even in the Ancient Rune Society – these journals came from donations of alumni over the years, translated and organized by Bathsheda Babbling, and they are no less than a treasure to him.

And he looked lost because he completed the verification last night and did not find a single error. The boy … Felix Hap seemed to have memorized all this information, even the page numbers were accurate.

At the moment, Felix looked calmly from the stage, his gaze radiant, he wore a blue top today, his hands tucked in his pockets.

“Today is an advanced class.” He announced.

The students let out a low cheer, while Marchbanks and old Vera wondered. Isn’t seventh grade an advanced class?

Felix explained softly, “To give the two new guests an idea of what to expect, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called ‘advanced class’.” He smiled lightly and extended his hand from his pocket. The wand appeared in his hand as if by magic, and with just a slight wave, clear writing began to appear on the blackboard behind him.

“We have completed the first round of review, and according to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to make the next three months not too boring and dull, I will consciously prepare some advanced classes to explain more advanced contents, which are not in the scope of the examination, but will be beneficial to you, especially when you graduate, you can also entertain yourselves with ancient runes after work … ”

“The advanced class will be taught using the thinking classroom, no need to worry about the danger, just relax your mind – okay, let’s begin.”

Felix gently snapped his fingers, in order to let Professor Marchbanks and old Vera adapt, he deliberately made it obvious: a golden ripple blossomed from the fingertips of the snapping fingers, spread continuously with him as the center, and quickly dyed the entire classroom with a faint gold.

Professor Marchbanks and Old Vera looked around in amazement, and Marchbanks’ eyes blinked as if she had noticed something. After a few seconds, everything returned to calm.

From midair, a magic handbook with an ancient and mysterious aura fell …

With the sound of crisp birdsong, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to the crowd, “Although it has been said more than once, I would like to emphasize once again: it is more important to exercise your thinking than knowledge, after all, your graduation thesis involves you creating this handbook physically.”

Make students write this handbook?

Professor Marchbanks’ eyes widened as she looked around quickly, but no students raised objections, so it obviously is not a sudden arrangement.

Her mood suddenly became complicated, if it is true, is there any point in their exam?

A low groan sounded next to her, old Vera looked like he became sick, wincing hard, his hand placed right on the magical handbook that floated in front of him.

…

A few minutes before the end of the lesson, the students wrote their notes rapidly and silently, the short Professor Marchbanks loitered between the gaps in the classroom seats, stopping now and then to watch the students’ quill fluently scribble down a runic sentence whose complexity is, frankly, far beyond the standard of the N.E.W.Ts exam.

Old Vera sat in his seat, looking lost in thought. He is the one who best understands the gap between him and Felix, and at the moment he felt as if he is on pins and needles.

When the bell finally rang, he almost immediately jumped up from his seat and tried to leave.

“Mr. Vera,” Felix called out to him from behind. “About that report …” He had mentioned the report yesterday, and the old Vera had agreed to it at the time, not realizing until now how big a hole was buried in that request.

A report of what, a fancy touting of Felix Hap?

The old man turned red and escaped with his face covered.

“Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!” Felix shouted ‘eagerly’, but his body did not move. “What’s wrong with him?” He muttered to himself.

Professor Marchbanks gave him an odd glance, she didn’t realize before, that this little guy is good at holding grudges!

“Don’t shout,” she said, “he’s quite busy.”

Felix looked at her with a questioning gaze.

“Probably busy trying to find a place to bury himself!” Professor Marchbanks said. “I won’t be stopping by this afternoon.”

“You’re leaving now?” Felix asked.

“Not leaving,” Professor Marchbanks said helplessly, “but I don’t see the need to visit you anymore, and I almost understand the reason for the sudden improvement in student performance in the past two years. I’ll stay a few more days to check out … other classes, and I can’t be here in vain.”

Felix nodded knowingly.

“There’s one more thing left,” Professor Marchbanks said, a grin spreading across her wrinkled face, “Interested in becoming a Supernumerary Invigilator?”

“Supernumerary Invigilator …”

“You’ll only be responsible for the practical part of the Ancient rune exam.” Professor Marchbanks said, she sighed and looked at the students who walked out of the classroom with chatter, “I can’t ask the graduates of the past two years to do this!”

“You plan to add a practical test to the ancient rune exam? Examining their grasp in practical runes?” Felix asked with delight.

“That’s right,” she said, “I will go back to the ministry to request the ancient rune to be divided into two fields – translation and practical, of course, this report must be written by you, only you know best … There is also the direction of employment for practical rune, and if you describe it enticingly enough, the ministry may recruit a few people this year.”

” The reason for this?” Felix didn’t know much about it.

Professor Marchbanks rolled her eyes, “I reckon the whole wizarding community, except your company, doesn’t know what to do with Practical Runes. Usually, this kind of situation is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: recruit a few people and study the direction and potential of the new profession.”

“Are there any similar examples?” Felix asked with interest.

“Naming Seers are separated from the Seers, they predict the future of newborns and give some advice on naming. I seem to remember that Trelawney was a Naming Seer back in time … seems like a long time ago.”

Trelawney … how typical of you, Felix wondered.

“Sounds good,” he said with a curled lip, “I oblige.”

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