A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

Malfoy, Blaise Sabine, and two other Slytherin students entered a new area, while Cedric, Susan Bornes, Cho Chang, Angelina, and others chose the last area.

The remaining people then chose their direction, leaving Felix sitting in the center, quickly flipping through the papers.

……

The students are experiencing their own adventures.

Cedric realized he was lost, and Cho Chang was nowhere to be seen. After walking for a while, he saw a building vaguely emerging from the clouds—a tall and spacious arena. It resembled the gilded arena in Duel Class, but was much larger.

“Professor Flitwick?” Cedric gasped in surprise when he saw who was standing in the ring.

He had expected to encounter some strangely shaped monsters. Professor Hyp's quirky hobbies had gradually spread and become quite well-known. As a result, some young wizards from Muggle families had compiled a list of monsters that frequently appeared in movies.

A witch who loved watching ghost movies provided a wealth of material. When Qiu showed it to him, he appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was terribly panicked.

Young Flitwick smiled and said, "It's not good to daydream here. Perhaps you're waiting for your companions to come?" He pointed to the side and asked.

Cedric then noticed that Cho Chang was cautiously walking out from another direction, accompanied by Susan Bornes, the Weasley twins, and Angelina Johnson.

"Hey! Cedric, you got here first," Fred greeted him.

“We waited outside for a while, and sure enough, we caught a few more,” George said with a smile.

“Everyone’s here now. So, what’s your decision?” Flitwick raised his wand. “One by one, or all at once?”

On the other side, the second area—

Harry met a young student with reddish-brown hair. He felt that the face looked familiar, especially his aquiline nose, as if he had seen it somewhere before. This suspicion was confirmed when the student introduced himself.

"Are you Headmaster Dumbledore?" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

“The Headmaster?” the young Albus Dumbledore said with a smile. “I only have memories of my time as student council president. Would you like to share them with me, Harry?”

Harry found everything before him extremely strange. He had seen a young Dumbledore, and Dumbledore wanted to discuss the topic of student council president with him. He couldn't figure out if this was a scheme. He tentatively said, "Professor Dumbledore, I came in on Professor Hyp's orders. We... uh, are we going to have a fight?"

"A fight?" The young Dumbledore looked at him with a smile. "Of course."

Ten seconds later.

Harry struggled desperately on the ground, his clothes seeming to have become a cage, completely confining him inside. He couldn't even lift a hand now.

“You were too close to me, and you didn’t even notice the fluctuations of the spell. I guess you haven’t learned wandless spellcasting yet?” said Dumbledore, with his reddish-brown hair, waving his hand to dispel the spell. “Alright, let’s try again…”

The third area.

Young Felix yawned. "Is it just the two of you? There are too few people, it's a bit boring."

Collins Foley gritted his teeth and waved his wand repeatedly, releasing one silent spell after another. "Bang bang bang!" The spells were deflected by a hand, and Roger Davis couldn't get close at all. The spells that Felix seemed to have casually deflected all flew towards him. He wanted to tell Collins to stop, but he couldn't spare the time and was jumping around to dodge the spells.

Young Felix said lazily, "The Humanoid Armor Charm, want to learn it?"

The fourth area.

Draco Malfoy was cornered against the wall, with a ten-foot-tall scorpion looking down at him, its barbs gleaming with a metallic glint. He leaned back as far as he could to keep his distance from the creature.

“Mr. Malfoy, I’ve told you three times already, stop running around all the time…” Professor McGonagall adjusted her square-framed glasses, looking at him with exasperation, followed by a row of humanoid puppets.

……

About half an hour later, Felix finally finished reading the paper.

"Tsk! I wonder what they encountered." He stood up, walked into the thick fog, circled around inside, and led the students out.

The students followed behind, looking dejected, a stark contrast to when they first arrived, their expressions one of utter devastation.

"So, each of you knows at least one administrator of the secret realm, drawn from the memories of the four professors in their youth, including myself. Therefore, you might find that some people's personalities are slightly different from reality. Yes, slightly different..."

Felix said somewhat guiltily, "This is all normal; you need to learn to distinguish between them." His own memory was a bit too disjointed, relying on its invincibility. When Felix himself went over, he found his memory reeling from a spell being cast with its eyes closed, infuriating the girl named Collins…

Although he had considered doing so, it was just a thought; he had never actually done it. He wouldn't risk his safety.

Felix sighed. Both the portrait and the young memory in Classroom Seven were more cheerful and lively than his own personality, probably because he hadn't given them those dark and secret memories.

This gave him a bad feeling and speculation: if he hadn't experienced what happened during his school years, would he have grown up to be a somewhat absurd guy like the memory bank?

Chapter 369 Choice

Felix turned his head away from the Slytherin witch staring intently at him, cleared his throat, and continued, "The professors and I have analyzed the situation, and you have two main weaknesses. First, you don't have a sufficient number of spells, making it difficult to handle various complex situations. For example, magical fire—"

He paused, then didn't continue.

"The second shortcoming is the lack of practice, or rather, real combat. It's not the kind of dueling game where you draw your wands and prepare in advance, like in dueling class. I'm referring to sudden crises, which are related to your own experience."

"There was a time when Hogwarts had a tradition of a year-long post-graduation travel trip. It was something like a group of close friends traveling together to experience the magical customs of different parts of the world..."

"However, due to the Wizarding Wars and the recent tightening of policies by various countries' Ministries of Magic, it is now not very common to travel to a country without prior approval from the local Ministry of Magic."

Felix recounted this history in detail, giving them a general impression.

"Over the next month or so, as Classroom Seven becomes more and more complete, you will be exposed to a series of simulated dangerous scenarios to increase your experience. Not only me, but other professors will also be here to provide you with guidance."

“Of course,” Felix said after a moment’s thought, “Professor Moody may have other plans. He prefers to test your ability to handle danger in real-world scenarios. You should know something about his character…”

More than one student had a bitter look on their face. Professor Moody's rudeness and his boldness in class were well-known. Hogwarts students had suffered a lot. Which student hadn't been pointed at on the head and cursed a few times?

However, according to a student who wished to remain anonymous, although Professor Moody felt terrible when he chanted spells on himself, he felt a strange sense of pleasure when he watched him roughly chant spells on others...

“As candidates for champions,” Felix raised his voice, bringing the students back to their senses, “or as students selected to participate in exchanges and showcase the results of Hogwarts’ teaching, you will have the opportunity to come into contact with many advanced spells. The most convenient way is that the restricted section of the library will be open to you.”

"You just need to register, and you can see all kinds of advanced magic books."

The students began to discuss it in hushed tones, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Felix even heard someone mention "dark magic," and he raised an eyebrow.

“I should remind you that dark magic has been prohibited in previous tournaments, and even this year,” he said uncertainly, “the Ministry of Magic is still in heated discussions…”

"So that means we might be facing dark magic?" Harry asked in surprise.

“No, that’s not it,” Felix explained. “The Ministry of Magic doesn’t allow warriors to use Dark Magic on each other. But Durmstrang has proposed that it is ‘reasonable’ to use Dark Magic on non-human beings—such as powerful and deadly magical creatures—during trials.”

“Vagado and Ifamoni have also agreed. The point of contention now is which dark magic can be used, and the Ministry of Magic is compiling a list.”

"So, we can use dark magic too?" Collins pressed, "As long as it's on that list?"

“Perhaps it’s permitted by the rules, but for Hogwarts students, there won’t be any professors to guide you in this area,” Felix said calmly. “I know some of you may be familiar with Dark Magic, but we have to consider the consequences—openly using it would attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic and raise questions about Hogwarts’ educational philosophy.”

He shrugged: "Not many years have passed since the war, and most British wizarding people still deeply abhor black magic."

Collins looked at him defiantly. "So, as long as we don't get seen, everything's fine?"

Felix gazed at her and smiled slightly: "You're right, Miss Foley, whether or not one uses dark magic doesn't affect the judges' scores. But in my opinion, it's unnecessary, and even somewhat counterproductive."

He looked at the crowd and said, “Many of you, especially the younger students, don’t realize the special treatment you will receive in the coming months—the Hogwarts Library will be open to you, and all professors will answer your questions beyond the textbooks, including all sorts of advanced magical spells and theories.”

"If I were you, I certainly wouldn't miss such a great opportunity. It would be very beneficial for your future."

"But why do we learn so many profound things when we won't be able to use them after graduation?" a student asked.

Felix looked at the others, who also wore expressions of disagreement. He shook his head: "It seems this is indeed a problem. Let me elaborate. We all probably had this question when we were in school—"

"If you can live a good life by just studying superficially for a few years, why force yourself to continue delving into those profound and obscure incantations and theories?"

"This is actually a very interesting question. Can anyone answer it?"

A Ravenclaw girl playfully raised her hand. "Professor, I know! I just love magic! I'm interested in it."

Felix smiled at her. "That's a great mindset."

“Learning magic can give us a prominent position and get us into better companies, like Gringotts or the Ministry of Magic!” Roger Davis said.

"Hmm, very insightful. What else?"

“Others will be afraid of you, respect you, and dare not mess with you,” Collins Foley said coldly.

"That makes a lot of sense... Anything else?"

“You can do what you like,” Hermione said.

“It’s very close, compared to my own answer,” Felix said with a smile.

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over each of their eyes. "I cannot offer you the correct answer, because there is no single correct answer. I can only offer my understanding."

"What's the point of studying magic more deeply, including delving into those obscure magical theories?"

"My view is that while it allows you to go further on the path of magic than others, it also naturally gives you more choices."

"You want to study magic? Of course you can. Then quietly become a scholar and comprehend the mysteries of magic and the realms that no one has ever touched before."

"Do you desire a high position and immense power? Besides a sharp and ingenious mind, the power of magic is indispensable. Magic will be your handy tool, helping you gain fame and prestige."

"Or... money? That's not out of the question, but I suggest you choose the right branch of magic. Alchemy and ancient runes have great potential. If any of you are interested, you can consider joining 'Future World' company after graduation."

Felix blinked and smiled at them.

"There's still a lot to say. Change your appearance? Transfiguration can do that. Extend your life? Potions can do that. Travel the world? Seek thrills? Explore and find treasures... or simply become an ordinary person."

“Of course, we might also dream—” Felix lowered his eyes, “that the world will move according to your will, and that things will change because of you.”

The students quieted down.

Felix fiddled with his wand and said softly, "Yes, for some people, like Headmaster Dumbledore, what troubles him is never what he can do, but what he chooses to do."

"Becoming Minister for Magic...and buying sweets from Hogsmeade...maybe the latter will take more of his time."

"This is where the importance of choice comes in – the most obvious example is that every year some students receive more than one recommendation letter from a professor, and clearly, these people have more options."

"Let's get back to the main topic and talk about something practical."

Felix raised his voice and said, "According to the latest information the principal has received, this year's competition will be different from the past. It will be conducted in a group format, and of course, the difficulty will be increased accordingly."

“Each school selects three people to form a team. After the three events are completed, the school with the highest score will win the championship trophy.”

He looked at everyone and said, "Sixth and seventh graders, you will be randomly paired up in the coming days to build teamwork. Who knows who might become your teammates during the competition? As for fourth and fifth graders, you can be as you like, there are no requirements."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately huddled together.

Chapter 370 Iphamoni and Hogwarts

After the students left, Felix sat alone in his armchair, lost in thought. Several sheets of parchment floated before him, lines of letters appearing one after another, as if an invisible quill was writing words on them.

The thick white fog dissipated as if illuminated by sunlight, and the unobstructed square, the arena modeled after a wizard duel tournament, the arena with its circular walls, and the winding maze gradually disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The area had turned into a dazzling white expanse, the ground smooth as a mirror, and there was nothing around.

The memories of several professors emerged; they seemed real, yet were ultimately just memories. All their emotions remained in the past, and would not trouble them now.