The wind brushed through the forbidden forest of Hogwarts, the green leaves and branches swayed and the combination made a soft lullaby, Felix felt as if a hand caressing the nerves of his brain, his whole being soothed down.
He passed by Whomping Willow, arrived at Hagrid's hut with brisk steps, "Fang." The black hound wagged his tail and barked happily towards him.
Hagrid pushed opened the door, his big hands in the door frame, the corner of his mouth covered with the red sauce. "Felix? Uh, I'm eating ... please come in, it's a bit messy in there ..."
He wiped his mouth in a panic and blushed.
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In the evening, in the office, the blank photo on the workbench flickered, and Felix looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in the photo and greeted him lightly, "Hello, Mr. Nicholas Flamel."
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Late July.
Felix looked at himself in the mirror, a light-colored checked vest under a casual blue suit, covered by a dark double-breasted trench coat that remained loosely open.
He touched his chest lightly, and the trench coat pulsed with a crystalline magical glow.
"The trench coat made of dragon hide blended with basilisk skin, which feels comfortable to wear, and the snakeskin vest is also good." The sunlight shone through the window over his fine black hair, which complemented the gleam on his clothes.
The end of July.
Felix looked over the data of the young wizards that had learned magic, trying to get some useful findings.
"Knock, knock!"
Professor McGonagall sent over the list of students who selected his class, and when he saw the densely packed names on it, his whole body froze at the same place.
"Minerva, did something gone wrong?"
Professor McGonagall smiled and patted the list in his hand, "You should be happy, Felix, the students like you."
One day during August.
Felix excitedly counted the runes in the thinking room, three times exactly, and he finally determined an exact number.
"One thousand three hundred."
In a year's time, he had grown the number of ancient runes by nearly a thousand with the help of Hogwarts' vast library, and this rate of progress would only get faster in the years that could be expected.
As he mastered more and more runes, his understanding of ancient magic is no longer hovering at the door, more often, he got a flash of inspiration.
The most obvious example of this is the huge progress he made while studying the fragmented ancient magic Flitwick gave him. Hagrid would testify for him -
Under Hagrid's dumbfounded gaze, the branches of a yew wand tree swayed desperately, shrinking rapidly from 17 or 18 meters in height to ten meters, seven meters, three meters ... leaving a brown mound in place, and hundreds of Bowtruckle fell to the ground, grimacing at the two.
After no brave man led the charge, these little guys jumped and climbed the yew wand tree nearby, discontentedly gesturing.
"Where's the tree? Where's that big old tree?" Hagrid outstretched his hand in midair to draw the shape of the tree.
Felix reached out his hand, "Accio Yew Wand Tree." From the deep, hideous pit flew a foot-tall little tree, which he caught in his hand.
Hagrid picked it up, and the tree wasn't even the size of his palm. "This, this is the tree from before?"
"Yeah, one of my spells has improved, and I can do some things I couldn't do before." Felix is rather satisfied with the effect of this spell.
The yew wand tree is magical, but it still couldn't resist his spell.
'At the next exchange, Filius would be amazed.'
Hagrid looked at him, and then at the little tree in his hand, and hesitated to speak. Half a moment later, he suddenly came up with a fantastic idea, "Felix, if you use this spell on Fluffy, will it also become smaller, and I can keep it in my yard, right?"
"Ahem!" Felix coughed twice and said with some embarrassment, "Hagrid, I haven't tried this spell on a magical creature yet, I don't know exactly how it works, especially a magical creature as large as a three-headed dog, in case something goes wrong ..." He didn't go on, but he worried that this spell will produce irreversible effects.
Hagrid said with some regret, " Not possible? Fluffy has always been alone, and I wanted to keep him and Fang together."
"There will be a chance later, Hagrid, when I have perfected it a bit more."
Hagrid said with great interest, "Do you need my help? I can provide some less important magical creatures, such as Flobberworm, Moke, Billywig, Pond Slime, Grindylow, or something that should be helpful to you?"
Felix brightened up.
"That would be great, I think that what this spell needs most right now, Is practical data."
"However, Hagrid, I must remind you that spells have a time limit, and even if I prolong the effect as long as possible, the expected duration of effect is only a few hours."
Hagrid smacked his lips, "That's fine, at least I can still hug it, poor fluffy, since it grew bigger than my house, I can no longer afford to have its paws on my shoulders."
The two squatted on the ground and watched the little yew wand tree carefully, green lines of magic flowed on its surface, and after about half an hour it went from a foot to two feet, but after just another ten minutes it had grown to two meters.
And its growth rate is getting faster and faster.
"Hagrid, get out of the way, I'm going to put it back in the tree pit."
Hagrid took two steps back, and Felix tossed it back into the pit and set it in the right place with magic, and he saw the yew wand tree rapidly expand, and it is a magical sight -
As Felix had read in the book: when unskilled wizards used Animagus, the process is often extremely slow, and it is easy to have a weird scene where a part of the limb change first and the other body parts follow.
This yew wand tree is the same. Its recovery process is definitely not wonderful. A branch abruptly stretched out a section, and then the boot as a whole expanded outward, like a huge pumpkin Hagrid had planted. Then it shrank back, but the overall length jumped up a meter ...
After half a minute, the unlucky yew wand tree finally returned to its original state, only looked a little miserable, branches slumped, a small part of the roots was bare, Felix used magic to bury them one by one back into the soil.
Finally, he poured a bucket of nutrient solution, and the yew wand tree seemed to be getting a little better.
Felix carefully examined it, and after a long time, he turned his head to look at Hagrid, "Do you think it's a little crooked?"
"Does it?" Hagrid failed to notice.
"Look here, I remember it was straight, and it turned out a little bulged after recovery."
"Uh," Hagrid thought of his own fluffy recovering and growing a big lump on his back, and couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly.
Felix glanced at him, "You did not notice it? From my angle, it's quite obvious still ..."
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In the evening, Felix received a copy of the Evening Prophet. The headline of the evening is -
The Conference at the Hotel in Beauvais Comes to an End and the Beginning of a New Era