A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Kingsley looked at Felix and hesitated before saying, "I know your name, Felix Heap, but she's not someone to be trifled with... That woman is incredibly audacious; she might not even listen to Fudge himself."

Felix did not speak.

Dumbledore watched all this, blinking his deep blue eyes. Connecting it with Rita Skeeter's previous attitude, he had some guesses.

The old man bent down to examine Fudge's condition carefully. He said, "The basilisk is indeed a terrifying creature. Even disregarding its eyes, its venom is extremely rare."

"That's true." Kingsley nodded.

"But even the most poisonous poison can't compare to the desires in a person's heart, and Voldemort was a prime example," Dumbledore said calmly. "As his power grew, so did his desires. He crossed one line after another until he had no more scruples."

"Voldemort once romanticized his actions, saying, 'Might makes right.' Felix, what do you think?"

Felix said lightly, "Magic can carry many things: ambition, dreams, power, authority, awe... but these are just scenery along the way. You can stop briefly, but eventually you still have to move forward."

"Personally, I believe that magic is magic, and there is no need or necessity to add any other accessories." He raised his head to meet Dumbledore's calm gaze.

Kingsley listened to the conversation between the two, completely bewildered. How did they get from the Basilisk to the Mystic? Wasn't he already dead?

"Knock knock knock!"

At the open door of the ward, Lucius Malfoy knocked on the door with his cane. He looked up slightly, hiding half his face in shadow. "Dumbledore, I need to speak with you alone."

"Ah, welcome, Lucius, welcome." Dumbledore stood up with pleasure and walked out with him.

Felix then took his leave.

As Felix walked through the corridor connecting to the auditorium, he happened to see Rita Skeeter, who looked very flustered and had her makeup ruined.

What's wrong?

"Rita." Felix stepped out of the shadows, startling her.

"Felix Heap! You, I..." Rita Skeeter stammered.

Something's strange...

Felix looked into her eyes, his light blue eyes gleaming slightly.

Panic, ferocity, and a sense of relief...

What did she do?

He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to continue investigating—there was a risk of being discovered—but Rita Skeeter lowered her head to avoid his gaze. "Excuse me, Mr. Hyp, I have something to do, I need to finish my manuscript..." she said hurriedly as she left.

"Rita," Felix called out to her, "I hope we don't cause too much of a commotion about Minister Fudge's injury."

With her back to him, Rita Skeeter said slyly, "Mr. Hyp, oh Felix, are you asking me to keep the truth hidden?"

"As long as you don't exaggerate or distort the facts, you know what my attitude is."

After she left, Felix sighed. He should settle down and focus his energy on studying runes.

However, the dueling course still needs to be resolved.

With the new semester starting, he needs to set the time and content for the dueling courses.

After having lunch in the Great Hall, Felix went down to the castle's underground chamber to finalize the lesson plan with Professor Snape.

Snape, dressed in black robes and expressionless, welcomed him inside.

"Please have a seat, Felix."

Snape lifted the hem of his wizard's robe and sat opposite him. He waved his wand, sending several pieces of parchment flying onto the table in front of him.

"These are some of my—" Snape stared into Felix's eyes, "insights."

Felix picked up the parchment, examined it carefully, and quipped, "Professor, don't you even have a cup of tea here?"

Snape smirked. "You've never drunk anything I've personally handed you."

Felix pursed his lips and remained silent.

Snape had used Truth Potion to scare him when he was in school, and this Christmas he even gave him a small bottle of high-purity Truth Potion. He simply didn't have the courage to try any of the drinks Snape gave him.

He carefully read the contents of the parchment.

"Professor, do you mean we learn one spell per lesson?"

Felix looked at Snape with some confusion.

"Felix, most spells related to duels are quite dangerous. If you don't slow down, they'll give you all sorts of unexpected surprises." Snape deliberately emphasized the word "surprise."

Felix thought for a moment, "One class every two weeks, which means two spells will be learned each month."

Snape said indifferently, "You can learn a dozen spells in a school year. If you use them properly, you can protect yourself perfectly well." He then added with his usual sarcasm, "Some students graduate without ever being able to cast a single proper Ironclad Charm."

This is indeed the reality at Hogwarts; peace has lasted too long, and the young wizards learn spells merely to pass exams.

Once the exams were over, some obscure spells were shelved.

In the normal course of instruction, fourth-year wizards should have mastered the Ironclad Charm, but unfortunately, this spell is taught under Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is a separate subject at Hogwarts…

It's hard to say.

Many young wizards' spellcasting skills in their fifth year will be the peak of their lives, because according to the requirements of the OWLs exams, compulsory courses must be taken, including courses such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration, which are more about practical application than theory.

After fifth grade, the young wizards begin to choose advanced classes based on their grades and career plans, and some underachieving students may only take one or two classes.

If he happens to choose a course that is mostly theoretical, his spellcasting skills will plummet like a diver.

I reckon that after graduation, I'll have forgotten everything except for the most commonly used spells.

Felix brushed the ring on his left hand and took out a stack of parchment. "Professor, this is my teaching plan for the first spell. You can offer some suggestions."

Snape took the parchment and casually flipped through two pages, but then his expression turned serious.

"This is……"

Snape buried himself in the contents of the parchment, engrossed in the magical skill tree Felix had created. Every now and then, he would take out his wand and wave it in mid-air.

"Felix, is that how you understand spells?"

Felix said gently, "This is merely my personal understanding from the process of learning spells, and there may be omissions."

Snape ran his fingers across the parchment, rapidly reconstructing the magic in his mind.

After a while, he waved his wand, emitting a dazzling red light that sent a chair three meters away flying. The poor chair completely disintegrated in mid-air.

"Professor Snape, what are you doing?" Felix asked him. The spell he just cast wasn't too strong, it was too weak!

None of them could match the strength of the disarming spell he used to defeat Lockhart.

Snape carefully considered the implications in his mind, then slowly opened his eyes. "I just blocked my knowledge of the Disarming Charm and reconstructed this magic according to your design."

Felix suddenly realized.

Snape was not only a potions master, but also had a deep understanding of spells.

He used memory magic to shield his understanding of the Disarming Charm, and in a very short time, he relearned the Disarming Charm according to Felix's plan.

This wasn't difficult for Snape; he had all the magical knowledge he had accumulated, and all the relevant theories and techniques were readily available. After a little practice, he was able to recast the spell.

If it were a different junior wizard, they wouldn't be able to do something similar.

Snape's actions further validated the feasibility of Felix's theory, and its success rate remains an astonishing 100%.

However, Felix quickly went off-topic, and began asking Snape about the application techniques of memory magic...