A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

“It’s still too quiet here,” said the young Albus Dumbledore, conjuring up an ornate long chair for himself and sitting down. “I prefer a more lively atmosphere.”

Felix removed his hand from his chin, gathered the parchment together, and said with a smile, "Then try to persuade yourself. I can tell the headmaster has some ideas, which is exactly what I'm hoping for. Perhaps only he can convince Mr. Scamander."

“If it’s about memories of magical creatures, it’s not that difficult… Newt is a very kind person, unless,” the young Albus Dumbledore looked at him with amusement, his reddish-brown hair slightly curly, “you want more.”

“That’s right,” Felix admitted. “I hope he leaves behind a memory. After all, the knowledge that can be written down in books is only a small part of his precious thoughts.”

Young Felix Heap pursed his lips. "That's so convoluted." He pointed out the crux of the matter: "Tangible knowledge can help students, but it's the intangible knowledge that can truly help them."

The professors present laughed.

Young Minerva McGonagall didn't laugh. She looked at them with bright eyes and huffed, "Gentlemen, we should get to work."

“That’s right,” said young Flitwick, who turned his legs into a cloud of mist and floated in mid-air, looking like a genie from a Muggle fairy tale. “Today we’re just testing the waters. I have many more interesting scenarios in my mind, like a goblin tribe.”

Young Albus Dumbledore shook his head. “Can I say my memories of school are a bit boring? But I did visit some interesting people during the summer holidays, some of whom I still keep in touch with. I also spent a considerable amount of time observing giants, centaurs, and troll tribes in order to write my thesis…”

Young Felix Heap muttered under his breath, “Compared to them, I’m like a blank sheet of paper.” He glanced at his original form. “How about organizing a black market exhibition around the world, so students can practice disguise and infiltration, and spot those with ulterior motives? But I need your help.”

Felix said somewhat sullenly, "What black market? That's just part of the customs and practices of the foreign magical world. I was just curious..."

But his words were ignored, and the professors went about their own business.

Mountains, ravines, caves, taverns... fairies, giants, centaurs, trolls... various scenes are stacked on top of each other. They are appearing for the first time today, but they have been remembered by this space. When needed, the administrators can call them up at will.

……

Harry has been very busy lately. On Monday, he declined an invitation from Nick Wilde, the Gryffindor ghost who was almost headless. He heard that they had hosted a party and invited all the ghosts, but Peeves caused a ruckus and stole a valuable exhibit.

Hermione was also very busy; she seemed to be living in the library. She was rarely seen except in Room Seven and in class. From her roommate's gossip, she hadn't been to the kitchen to chat with the house-elves for days. Even in the occasional glimpse into the common room, she was hidden behind a thick stack of books, with only the top of her brown head visible.

As soon as get out of class ended, she would pull out small slips of paper from her pockets, bag, and textbook compartments, count the questions on them one by one, and ask different professors.

He wanted to ask questions, but the problem was, he didn't know what to ask. He picked up a book from Hermione's list and started to doze off after the second paragraph. He and Ron wandered aimlessly through the library's restricted section, looking at knowledge that didn't belong to them. He could only pick out books with words like "duel," "powerful," and "encyclopedia of spells" in their titles, and Ron did the same. He was particularly interested in a cursed book bound in chains, the cover of which featured a howling wizard who seemed to be trying to tear his head out of the book.

Harry thought Ron only stopped because he thought the cover was cool, or because the Painful Wizard's pointed chin and light-colored hair resembled Malfoy's, because Ron quickly lost interest in it.

……

Felix noticed that there were more Hogwarts meetings this year. Sometimes, he would just finish a class or be answering a student's question when Professor McGonagall's cat-shaped Patronus would suddenly jump in front of him with a message from Professor McGonagall.

"Iphamoni's delegation is coming."

He and many other professors sat in the long faculty lounge, bathed in the bright, soft glow of the magic lamps, listening to Professor McGonagall speak. Dumbledore, arms crossed, leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips, exuding an air of confidence.

But Felix guessed he was thinking about something else. He also possessed this skill and had even practiced it deliberately.

However, he was more concerned about Professor McGonagall's remarks, and Professor Sprout had already raised the question that puzzled him: "So early? Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are still almost two weeks away from arriving."

Professor McGonagall explained, "The representatives of Evamony wished to arrive early to familiarize themselves with the environment and learn about Hogwarts... This is relevant to everyone here, and Dumbledore has approved that Evamony's students can take sixth and seventh year courses."

The professors looked at Dumbledore, who smiled slightly, nodded, and his beard twitched.

With a bewildered look in her eyes and a cluelessness in her mind, Trelawney looked up and said sharply, "I don't take in just any student, Dumbledore. If they don't have enough spirituality, I'll make it clear in advance that they won't learn more than a troll."

Snape was momentarily speechless. He had been about to speak too, but Trelawney had preempted him. He could only go along with her, coldly replying, "That's my thought too, Headmaster. We can accept some students, but they must demonstrate sufficient talent in Potions. Otherwise, I'll have to place them in lower grades, fifth year, fourth year..."

Professor McGonagall looked at them hesitantly. Dumbledore smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Severus. As far as I know, Ivermony also has Potions classes, or rather, the founders of Ivermony were deeply influenced by Hogwarts, and their courses are more closely related than those of other schools.”

"Iphamoni also has four academies: horned water snakes, cat-leopards, thunderbirds, and goblins. Of course, not the goblins we imagine dwelling in gardens. This interesting error comes from different translations. In fact, they are native species of North America and are related to the fairies of Europe. I speculate that they may be a distant relative of the fairies. Because they lost their unique culture, they hid themselves in dense forests. However, they did learn to use poisoned arrows."

"These four houses represent a unique perspective on the wizard's wisdom, body, soul, and heart. This makes it seem to us that Ilfamoni students exhibit distinct cross-house characteristics. For example, the House of Longhorn Serpent combines some features of Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"The differences within these similarities, and the intellectual clashes they bring, are the most valuable things."

“They may have ideas about us, but understanding is mutual, and we should welcome them,” Dumbledore told the professors.

After the meeting, Professor Pomona Sprout found Felix.

She is a professor of Herbalism at Hogwarts and the Head of Hufflepuff House. She is optimistic and compassionate, and has a profound knowledge of magical plants.

"Do you also want to leave a record of your memories? Do you need any help?" Felix asked with interest. "Of course, no problem."

Chapter 371 Sprout's Greenhouse

Classroom Number Seven, a dimly lit, enclosed room.

Cedric Diggory, Roger Davis, and Collins Foley form a three-man team to fight a dark green basilisk that is over fifty feet long.

“Collins! Your direction!” Cedric shouted.

Collins immediately closed her eyes, and the next second, she felt a cold gaze fall on her. Her body began to stiffen, and the magic within her seemed to solidify little by little, as if it were going to freeze her into stone. But she knew this was the effect of the Extrasensory Charm.

"I'm not a dud!"

She staggered backward, panting. "Whoosh!" A sound of air being cut rang out as a palm-sized rock grazed her forehead, its sharp edge drawing tiny specks of blood.

She lowered her body silently, waiting for her chance.

"Roger! It's come to see you!"

She heard Cedric's voice again, and suddenly opened her eyes. The "Eye Disease Curse" she had been preparing for a long time immediately flew out. Before she could even confirm the result, she retreated far away, using several broken stones as a shield in front of her.

“Only the left eye is left!” Davis’s voice reminded him.

A few minutes later, the basilisk collapsed, covered in wounds. It was still breathing, but its body was riddled with injuries, and it was blind. Under normal circumstances, it would be close to death.

They gathered together from different places, silently watching the basilisk scatter into countless green specks of light, a sense of accomplishment welling up in their hearts.

Roger Davis collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, no longer caring about his appearance; after all, they'd seen him at his worst. This was their fifth encounter with the Basilisk, the previous four ending in total annihilation.

"A magnificent victory!" Flitwick screamed as he appeared, his legs transforming into a hazy mist that trailed a long trail as he suddenly appeared before them.

Cedric grinned. This was the first time he had seen Professor Flitwick in this form since he had passed through a dark bat cave while wearing the Iron Mantle.

The four current administrators have significant differences in personality.

Charms professor and Ravenclaw headmaster Flitwick is always full of passion, never hesitating to praise any progress his students make, even to the point of being somewhat over-excited; Transfiguration professor and Gryffindor headmaster McGonagall displays a serious and meticulous character, appearing at the beginning to give them some useful advice; and the young Headmaster Dumbledore loved to chat with people, his keenness and insight putting his students to shame.

Professor Hyp, the ancient enigmatic script master, was the most unconventional. He would often appear while they were trying to pass a level, staring intently at them and pointing out their mistakes in a less-than-pleasant manner. Moreover, he was happy to personally demonstrate the solution to the level in their own way after they failed.

"...You should have noticed that seeing the eyes of a basilisk is deadly...this is actually a misconception. Killing a wizard is not an easy task, and without magic involved, you'll find their eyes are not much different from those of ordinary snakes."

As usual, Flitwick gave a summary of the process, evaluating their actions.

“But Professor, the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets two years ago caused the petrification of a student and a cat,” Cedric asked, puzzled.

"That doesn't prove anything. The basilisk was in an attack state at the time, and any creature that appeared in front of it would be attacked. There's no reason to believe that it would maintain a large mass of magic in its eyes when it was alone."

Collins calmly analyzed, "Professor Flitwick, may I assume that the basilisk's gaze, similar to our magic, is controlled?"

Flitwick nodded and exclaimed in a shrill voice, "That's right! Judging from Severus's dissection of the basilisk, that's exactly it!"

“Are there any other examples to support this, Professor?” Cedric asked.

“Of course! Take the invisible beast as an example…” Flitwick explained in detail.

Cedric and his companions dragged their weary bodies out of the secret room. The dark, damp, rugged, and narrow room slowly disappeared behind them. They now stood on a clean, smooth floor in an endless space, where three buildings of different sizes and styles stood out eerily side by side.

Felix and Professor Sprout walked towards them, and they immediately squinted at the two professors' clothes. These were the clothes of the classroom administrator, who had been learning skills over the past month. The clothes emitted a faint, silvery light.

This is one way to distinguish between reality and illusion.

And these two in front of me... are real.

"Professor Sprout, Professor Hyp!" the three greeted each other. Felix and Sprout nodded politely in response and walked deeper into the building.

“Cedric, what do you think they’re here for?” Davis asked.

Cedric's gaze lingered on the two professors' retreating figures, then a look of surprise flashed across his face, his grey eyes gleaming with eagerness. "Perhaps we'll soon be welcoming a new professor..."

The usually composed Collins Foley was slightly surprised: "Please don't!"

“Why?” Cedric stared at her; Ms. Sprout was his dean.

“Think about what she teaches,” Collins said, closing his eyes. “I dropped herbology in sixth grade because I didn’t want to take care of the increasingly twisted and ugly plants…”

Her lips trembled as she said, "Stinging venomous tentacles, biting fangs of geraniums, slippery gill-covered plants, pus-splattering rice pupa... Take the babo tuber, for example. In second grade, you only need to observe it from afar, in fourth grade you have to squeeze the pus out of it, and what about in sixth grade?"

She turned to look at Cedric.

"Peeling off dead skin and pollinating," Cedric said bitterly.

……

Deep inside classroom number seven, two professors stood quietly.

A short, silver figure appeared before them, growing clearer and clearer. Felix felt as if he were seeing twins, both with flowing gray hair and wearing thick, patched hats.

Sprout's memory hummed a song as she cheerfully pulled magical plants from the void, planting over a dozen Willow Trees alone. With nimble steps, she scattered black seeds, and in no time, clumps of black thorns grew to five or six feet tall.

Beside Felix, Professor Sprout looked enviously at the scene before him, where black thorns intertwined to form a high wall.

“I once suggested to Dumbledore that we plant a ring of them around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but the workload was too great and we had to give up in the end.”

"Well, I think some of the students are having a headache..."

Meanwhile, the Weasley twins were grumbling in the common room, lamenting that they seemed to have forgotten how to fly. Harry, busy catching up on his homework, was surprised to realize that he hadn't touched his flying broom in ages.

So that evening, he dragged Ron and Hermione, who seemed to be drowning in a sea of ​​books, to the Quidditch pitch.

The southeast corner of the Quidditch pitch was now occupied by a construction site, with a dozen or so houses connected together to form a ring, collectively guarding the tallest building in the center, which was almost missing a spire.

Some workers are busy with the final part of the work.

They watched from afar for a while, then sat on their brooms, enjoying the cool October breeze. Hermione sat sideways on the broom, three feet off the ground, slowly circling the pitch, while Harry maneuvered the Firebolt, accelerating and accelerating until he became a crimson blur. He flew higher and higher, farther and farther, until from hundreds of feet away he saw Hagrid carrying a log at least thirty feet long approaching.

"Hagrid, do you need help?" He swooped down, circled Hagrid once, and stopped in front of him.

Hagrid looked at him with a suspicious expression.

Harry didn't say much, took out his wand, and chanted the spell: "Yugardim Leviosa!"

Hagrid swayed the log on his shoulder and said in a gruff voice, "It's somewhat useful..." They returned to the field together, where a red-faced wizard wearing a sun hat shouted, "Over here... Hagrid! Keep up the good work, we can finish today."

Hagrid carried the timber and easily erected it. Harry, standing nearby, could tell that it was a supporting pillar for the house.

The red-faced sorcerer who had shouted the incantation fixed the pillar in place, while two other people beside him examined the blueprints closely. One of them complained, "Are they moving the school here? Finn... leave some space. We need to make room for the statue."

“Statue? What statue?” the wizard named Finn exclaimed.

“They’ll bring their own, but we need to reserve a spot for them, understand? The spot where you’re standing will eventually be used to place a giant Thunderbird.”

Harry found Hagrid and asked, "Where is this...?"

“The school’s premises,” Hagrid said succinctly, looking at Hermione and Ron, who was excitedly running back and forth around the ring atop the Quidditch post, chattering excitedly.