A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

“The memory node is also the magic node here,” Felix said briefly.

Dumbledore nodded slightly. "It seems you've made improvements, moving further and further away from the Pensieve's function, but closer to the Room of Requirement."

His sharp gaze swept across the surroundings, causing Felix to feel a slight sting, and goosebumps rose on his skin as if in response.

The principal has a very keen eye.

Although the Pensieve of Mind resembles the Meditation Basin in appearance, its principle is closer to the Room of Requirement—it uses a Seamless Stretch Spell to expand the space to the size of five or six basketball courts, filling it with various blank memory fragments, which are sealed away by magical runes to prevent leakage. It also utilizes memory nodes to construct a more stable structure.

The advantage of this is that real people and false illusions can interact, and as the owner of the stone basin, Felix can use the omnipresent energy of memory to demonstrate his abilities in the Mind Chamber.

Felix took a few steps, and the clouds churned, opening a path to an ancient pyramid that appeared before them. He smiled and extended an invitation, “Headmaster, this is a level based on my real-life experiences during summer vacation… uh, real-life experiences… want to give it a try?”

Dumbledore shifted his gaze from the memory node and carefully examined the pyramid in the clouds. He knew it was all an illusion, perhaps just a manifestation of a memory, but it looked quite real.

Could Felix have truly grasped the principle of the Room of Requirement? Intrigued, he walked towards the open golden door. He could see that the interior of the pyramid was pitch black, but a beam of light shone from somewhere, illuminating the area seven or eight feet inside the door, making the deeper parts seem even darker.

The two entered the pyramid, and the next second, Felix suddenly disappeared, and the door slammed shut.

Dumbledore gazed at the eerie and terrifying Pharaoh's tomb, accompanied by mournful background music, and murmured, "I am just an old man..." He drew his wand and swung it down with a powerful "whoosh," causing the entire pyramid to tremble.

If it had legs, it probably would have run away on its own.

Felix's sigh echoed all around: "Headmaster, this is just a toy I made for the members of the Spellbook Club. I just happened to think of using it to train warriors. It can't withstand a full-power spell from you..."

Dumbledore's gaze seemed to reach the very top of the pyramid, where Felix sat lazily, waiting for him.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, put away his wand, and climbed the only path. He encountered all sorts of strange creatures, but they were blocked by vines, chains, and tough barriers that suddenly appeared. A few minutes later, he pushed open a door, and Felix was sitting outside, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds.

"Albus, what do you think?"

Dumbledore quipped, “I must commend your imagination, Felix. The giant spider and the python are traceable, but what about those rattling, shape-shifting cars? Did Arthur’s car inspire you? But as far as I know, it’s been perfectly fine in the Forbidden Forest and hasn’t developed any strange abilities.”

There are also monsters with insect exoskeletons that spew acid from their mouths…

"Some of it is made up, and some I saw in movies and borrowed," Felix said casually. His two little legs dangled outside, swinging back and forth.

“It’s amazing, but unfortunately I haven’t studied it in depth,” Dumbledore said. After thinking about it carefully, he commented, “Our ideas are actually similar. Your…strange creatures are good for training students’ adaptability, but it’s clear that you haven’t put much thought into them, and they have little connection to reality.”

Felix also acknowledged this, saying, "The more you know, the more real the memory becomes. That's the downside of constructing virtual memories, and there's nothing I can do about it. Rather than creating something that's neither fish nor fowl and misleads students, it's better to deliberately make it fake and immediately obvious."

If he intends to create a Sphinx, he must have a thorough understanding of the habits of this magical creature. Otherwise, if he makes arbitrary changes based on assumptions, and the students believe it to be real, they may make a fatal mistake if they encounter a real Sphinx in the wild.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, agreeing with his point of view. Each exchange of magic with Felix brought new and surprising insights. Following this line of thought, he quickly devised a perfect method. He thought of someone; if it were him, he could surely bring magical creatures to life—

Newt Scamander, one of the world's most outstanding experts in the protection of magical creatures.

The only doubt was whether it was necessary. Dumbledore secretly noted this thought and decided to observe further.

“I’ve also discovered a problem, which may not be a problem, but it’s worth noting,” Dumbledore said. “The defenses here are rather rudimentary. Anyone with some knowledge of memory magic can utilize the power here.”

He waved his hand, and the pyramid beneath their feet collapsed instantly. They found themselves abruptly standing in a plaza. Felix had just caught a glimpse of the stained glass windows of a dilapidated chapel when, in the next second, the scene shifted to a vast, empty high ground. Then, in another blur, they found themselves standing before a window in Hogwarts Castle.

Dumbledore said softly, “In terms of memory magic, I am not as skilled as you, but I can still materialize these scenes. Also, I just infiltrated my will, making the surrounding environment mistakenly believe that I had ‘successfully cast the spell,’ and they became what I wanted them to be…”

Felix shrugged. "You're absolutely right. There are quite a few flaws. I was just too lazy to fix them before, after all," he grinned dangerously, fidgeting with his fingers, "if any student in the club dared to cheat, I'd give them a twenty-minute freefall experience..."

Dumbledore was speechless.

……

They emerged from the stone basin. Dumbledore needed some time to prepare to retrieve his memories from his youth. Fortunately, since every headmaster had to leave a portrait, he was not unfamiliar with this process.

Felix returned to his office, and amidst the heavy rain, a sudden thought struck him. He drew his wand, its tip bursting with silver light, and the Guardian Swift materialized in mid-air. Then, he pressed the wand to his forehead, drawing out a silver line that traced a silver-white cloak in the air, which slowly materialized.

The guardian swift let out a cry and disappeared into the cloak. After the dazzling light disappeared, a ghost with its face hidden under the cloak appeared.

"I'll call you... um, never mind for now, let's see if you can fool the ghosts in the castle."

Felix sized up the 'ghost' in front of him, which resembled a Dementor with a boost in appearance. He suddenly remembered that he still had more than a dozen of them locked in his ring. His schedule had been too full lately, and his original research work had to be postponed again and again.

The silvery-white 'ghost' hovered about three feet off the ground, then turned to leave. "You can look for Peeves; there's a reason he's afraid of Barrow," Felix advised.

"Whoosh!"

The 'ghost' vanished in an instant. Felix put his hand to his forehead. "The speed hasn't changed at all, but anyone can see the problem."

He took over the guardian spirit and began to wander the castle from its perspective...

Meanwhile, on the Hogwarts Express—

Inside the carriage, a golden shadow darted about aimlessly. As it drew near, Harry reached out and grabbed the Golden Snitch. "Good shot!" The twins passing by gave him a thumbs up.

Harry grinned, hoping that Cho Chang would walk down the corridor and catch him catching the Golden Snitch. As Ravenclaw's Seeker, she should know how difficult the move was.

He had just seen Cho Chang in the corridor and couldn't help but want to do something. Then he remembered Sirius's suggestion and, as if possessed, took it out of his suitcase.

He's become quite skilled at it now, and whenever he gets bored at the Dursleys' house, he releases the Golden Snitch to practice for a while.

A commotion arose by the door, and a familiar, drawn-out voice drifted in through a small crack in the doorway.

“…You know what, Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. He knew the headmaster there. But my mother didn’t want me to go to school so far away…Durmstrang students really do study Dark Arts, I mean, some magic does get used…”

Hermione stood up, tiptoed to the cubicle door, and closed it tightly to prevent Malfoy's voice from coming in.

"Forget about that Golden Snitch, you look silly, Harry," she said impatiently.

Harry awkwardly prepared to put the Golden Snitch away, but Ron snatched it away. "Let me play with it for a bit." He'd been eyeing it for ages. Harry shrugged at Hermione. "Ron!" Hermione yelled, and Ron's hand jerked, slapping Harry across the face.

"Oh, sorry, Harry—"

The carriage erupted in chaos. Ron's new owl hopped around in its cage, and Hermione's pet cat whimpered. When things calmed down, Harry had a bright red handprint on his face, along with two scratch marks from the cat's claws.

He immediately changed his mood. Before, he was regretful that he couldn't run into Qiu Zhang, but now he sincerely hoped that he would not run into her.

Even when a snack cart passed by their carriage, Harry had to beg Ron and Hermione to go out and buy it.

After a while, Ron returned with a pile of snacks, placed them on the small table, and said to Harry with a very strange expression, "You're right."

"What?" Harry tore open a bag of chocolate frogs and bit off the frog's head.

"We ran into Qiu Zhang, she came to buy snacks with her friends, thank goodness you didn't go..."

Harry choked suddenly, coughing violently, his face turning bright red. "What nonsense are you talking about—"

“Alright,” Ron put his arm around his shoulder and said with a grin, “I noticed last semester that you had feelings for her, pretty obviously—you can ask Hermione if you don’t believe me.”

Harry's secret was suddenly exposed, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were laughing the whole way because you saw Malfoy practicing his light spells in the carriage. That's against the rules, and I'm going to tell them—"

“—Professor Hyp,” Ron interjected, shaking his head vigorously. “This is a train; nobody cares. Let’s talk about Durmstrang instead. What’s that?”

……

As darkness fell, the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and pulled into the pitch-black Hogsmeade Station. In fact, it had never been light at all, as thick rain clouds had obscured everything. After an unknown amount of time, the Hogwarts Express finally came to a stop.

The car door opened, and a rumble of thunder echoed in the air.

The three of them shivered, looking outside at the torrential rain and howling wind. "Are we going to drown on the way?" Harry said.

“Think of Hagrid,” Ron answered without hesitation. “He’s taking the freshmen across the river by boat. It’s going to be really exciting in this weather.”

Chapter 350 The Guardian Angel Disguised as a Ghost (Dementor)?

As is customary, first-year students are ferryed across the lake by Hagrid, while students of other ages travel by carriage along the path to the school's main gate.

School auditorium.

"My lord, this way please—" Pikachu tumbled through the air, bowing and scraping as he led a strange ghost into the hall. This tall ghost concealed himself completely, and only a pair of silver, emotionless eyes could be seen from under his cloak.

With a beaming smile, Mischievous Ghost said, "Then I won't bother you any longer, I have something to do... I've prepared a lot of water-filled balloons for the new students, don't you want to see the water balloons burst open above the cute little ones' heads?"

The ghost remained silent. Just as Peeves turned to leave, a large silver hand emerged from under the cloak, swiftly grabbing Peeves by the back of the neck and shaking it violently.

Pipi Ghost struggled twice but couldn't break free. Instead, it swayed rhythmically and drifted along, looking utterly helpless.

He was a spirit born from the castle, and his abilities far surpassed those of ordinary ghosts. While ordinary ghosts could only slightly interfere with reality, he was different. If things got serious, he could easily rival the students in strength, and even wrestling was no problem for him.

What he fears most are the professors at school. As the embodiment of the students' emotions, Pipi's fear of professors is ingrained in his bones. At the same time, he is also a representative of mischievous students and is always eloquent. What he fears are actually the professors who are full of authority and integrity.

Secondly, powerful wizards who could influence him, such as Headmaster Dumbledore and Felix Heap;

Thirdly, there are the outliers among the ghosts, such as the Blood Man Barrow, and—

The diminutive Peeves looked at the tall, aloof ghost before him and muttered a curse. Suddenly, the silver eyes beneath the ghost's cloak turned to him, and Peeves immediately broke into a goofy grin, rubbing his fingers together.

The ghosts in the auditorium were whispering amongst themselves—

"A new student again?" said Nick, the almost headless ghost who was a resident ghost of Gryffindor, with a melancholic air.

“Looks like a tough character,” said the Hufflepuff ghost fat monk cheerfully. “Great, someone needs to teach Peeves a lesson.”

“Yes, that’s right,” said Nick, who was almost headless. “Ever since Barrow the Blood Man left…” He looked around meaningfully, which drew a chorus of agreement and condemnation of Peeves’s notorious misdeeds.

“By the way,” one of the ghosts asked, “does anyone still have a picture of Peeves?”

"Is it the one with the prank twins, the one where they blow Peeves all over the castle with a fan?" Nick, who was almost headless, asked with great interest, a satisfied smile on his face. "I have it. I traded five secrets for it."

“How about holding a viewing party?” the ghost suggested.

About a year ago, during Felix's first year on the job, he cast a Confusion Charm on Peeves in response to Peeves' provocation. Peeves became confused about time and mistakenly thought he had just been born. Unable to handle the students' chaotic and mischievous thoughts, Peeves became muddled and confused.

Meanwhile, his old rivals, the Weasley twins, seized the opportunity to conjure two fans and took Peeves around to exhibit them. They almost managed to hold a party, but unfortunately, Professor McGonagall stopped them halfway through, much to the regret of many young wizards and all the ghosts.

Among the onlookers at the time, someone took a picture of this spectacular scene, and the photo later began to circulate, attracting many people to scramble for it. However, after recovering, Pipi Gui became angry and took away most of the photos.

During that time, the weeping Myrtle went from floor to floor of the girls' restrooms, telling each student about the evil deeds of Pikachu that had bullied her.

……

At the teachers' table, Felix and Professor McGonagall were discussing a topic they hadn't finished in the principal's office when Flitwick joined in, joining in the discussion about which spells were suitable for inclusion in the "must-know" category.

Professor McGonagall said seriously, "If possible, I would prefer that the young wizards master all the knowledge; every lesson is important."

“But Minerva, if we’re going to do anything, we have to think about how to get the students to accept it,” Flitwick said sharply.

Professor McGonagall snorted. Of course she knew that, but she had too high expectations of her students.

Felix nodded slightly. "My idea is to break these spells down and distribute them to different grades. For example, the Disarming Charm would be more suitable for third graders to learn and fourth graders to take the test, while Apparition might need to be learned in sixth graders and taken the test in seventh graders."

He added, "The purpose of the assessment is not to give scores, but to enable them to truly master these spells. Therefore, I think the assessment time should be as flexible as possible, and there should be no limit to the number of times."

After thinking for a moment, Flitwick said, "That's a good idea. If we concentrate all the exams in the final year, most students will probably just keep putting it off. Severus, what do you think?"

“I have no objection. You didn’t include potions anyway,” Snape said coldly.