A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

"An animated comic book? I like the new one from .a, has anyone seen it?"

"I think this is a Muggle movie, the professor watched it before."

"Huh? How did they manage to make the image move? Has anyone taken Professor Bubbaji's class?"

"Oh, don't even mention it. I don't want to talk about disgusting flies and peas... To be honest, I think her research has gone astray, and she definitely won't be selected next year."

As the film's narration began, they gradually quieted down, captivated by the enchanting story.

Long ago, in a faraway and magnificent castle, lived a young prince.

“Oh, the prince!” a witch cried.

“Shut up, Lavender.”

"He possessed everything his heart desired, but the prince was spoiled, selfish, and heartless. On a cold winter night, an ugly old woman came to the castle and offered a bouquet of roses in exchange for a place to stay... But the cold-hearted prince did not want her to defile his magnificent castle. The old woman advised the prince not to be blinded by appearances, for beauty lies deep within the heart."

But the prince remained unmoved...

……

So the witch transformed the prince into a monstrous beast, and the rose she had offered was also enchanted. The spell would be broken if he could fall in love with someone and win her love before the last petal fell. Otherwise, he was destined to remain a beast forever…

The prince fell into deep despair: Who could love a beast?

The students were stunned. What kind of powerful wizard was this, possessing such terrifying magic?

However, they have realized that this is not something that actually happened, but something imagined, and it was conceived by Muggles who do not possess magic, so some common-sense errors are inevitable...

As the story unfolded, they were completely captivated by the movie's plot. Even the boys who had previously grumbled about wanting to see dinosaurs couldn't help but worry about the characters in the film.

"That guy named Gaston is awful!"

"If only a dark wizard were to pass by right now."

What are you thinking about?

"Bell is so kind..."

The film drew to a close with a lavish ball, leaving the students wanting more. Felix smiled at them and said, "Alright, this class is a few minutes late. You'd better hurry to the auditorium for dinner."

The students filed out, excitedly discussing the plot in the corridor.

The boys focused more on whether the magic in the story could actually happen. "I don't think that if you turn people into teacups, they can still talk and move. That doesn't make sense!" Ron said.

“Hey, buddy, maybe the professors can do it?” Seamus argued.

“It’s just a movie.” Dean, who grew up in a Muggle family, was the one who understood the message the movie was trying to convey the most.

“No, this violates the rules of Transfiguration,” Ron said, his face flushed. He stammered for a while, finding it difficult to recall the relevant knowledge, so he looked to the side, “What’s wrong, Hermione?”

"I'm busy!" Hermione said. She didn't walk with Harry and the others, but instead walked towards the Great Hall with the girls, discussing quickly.

"What evil spirit has possessed her?" Ron asked, puzzled.

Harry shrugged. "Maybe she really liked the movie."

"You also think that the magic in the movies is impossible, don't you?" Ron asked him.

Harry thought of the nose-biting teacups sold at Zoko's shop, and the magical puppets he had seen rehearsing operas in Room 7. He was a little unsure, but to spare Ron's feelings, he nodded reluctantly.

In the evening, they returned to the common room from the library much earlier than usual, but there was no other way. To celebrate finishing their first book on alchemy, Ron and Harry played a thrilling game of wizard chess. Ron used two imposing pawns to corner Harry, whose White King was already holding his crown in his hand, ready to throw it at any moment.

“Your chess skills have deteriorated,” Ron said.

Harry didn't respond; he stared intently at the chessboard, hoping for a miracle. And a miracle did happen: because Ron's pieces were making so much noise while beating up Harry's bishop, the three of them were kicked out by the librarian, Mrs. Pince.

……

They opened the door to the common room and found that, with Christmas approaching, even the fat lady had changed; she had changed into a new outfit. "Want to dance, warriors?" she asked, drunkenly, holding a box of liqueur-filled chocolates.

“I can recommend a dance partner for you,” Ron muttered, then whispered as they went inside, “His name is Barnabas, and he’s a ballet teacher.”

Chapter 412 Reply

Over the next few days, the young wizards were engrossed in discussing the boundless, fantastical movie plots, and incidentally, they offered their opinions on the professors at school. First and second-year students often looked at the older students with envy, sourly remarking that their Charms professor, Flitwick, was also very kind, allowing them to play games during the last class of the term.

“That’s really good, especially compared to other professors…” Seamus said indignantly, rushing to finish his Potions class assignment. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn’t slept well.

Even if the young wizards still held a sliver of hope for the serious Professor McGonagall, they wouldn't unrealistically believe that Snape would allow students to make noise in his class. In fact, he simply postponed the testing of the antidote until the last day before the holidays, which made the young wizards tremble with fear and dare not slack off.

Neville sat in the empty chair next to Seymour and told him some tips.

"Pay special attention to the amount of mistletoe berries you use, or your toad will never come back..."

“I don’t keep toads, you know that, Navei.”

Dean Thomas, standing nearby, chuckled and said, "He's just voicing his concerns." He handed Seamus a cookie, which Seamus bit off halfway, chewed fiercely, and then continued writing his paper. Just then, suddenly, he sprouted feathers.

Dean chuckled. "Fred and George's canary cookies, you can get them for just seven silver scissors." He popped the remaining half into his mouth, and Neville found himself sitting between two enormous canaries, looking around so wide he couldn't take it all in.

The people in the lounge stared at them, making Neville extremely uncomfortable. Embarrassed, he picked up a custard biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth—

Everyone pointed at the three canaries and burst into laughter. "Oh my!" Angelina laughed until tears streamed down her face.

……

On the day before Christmas, Hogwarts finally began its Christmas holiday.

Outside, snow was falling heavily. Felix and Niffler Valen were snuggled on the sofa playing with cards. Valen insisted on playing a different game, so Felix watched as Valen used his little paws to stack the cards one by one. "Are you building a nest for yourself?" he asked curiously.

Sniff's hand trembled, and the cards seemed to ignite as if on command.

Felix reached out and scooped it up, then sat back down on the sofa. With a "bang," he and his companion stared blankly at the mushroom-shaped plume of black smoke rising into the air.

“It seems you’ve learned a lot,” he said to Valen.

Just then, a flapping sound came from outside the window. Felix opened the window, and seven or eight owls of various sizes and colors flew in, each carrying packages and letters.

“Tomorrow is Christmas,” Felix muttered to himself. “I expect a flood of greetings from readers, so I’d better hurry up and write back.” He glanced at the corner of the wall, where a small mountain of prepared gifts was piled up.

Valen watched as Felix unpacked the packages and letters from the owls and provided them with food and water to rest after their long journey. Then the owls flew away, leaving only a few lingering.

When I turned around again, Felix was already sitting in the high-backed chair behind his desk, writing a reply.

"let me see……"

He opened a letter, read it, then took out a quill and parchment and quickly replied—

"Mr. Seris, I am pleased to receive your letter. I have studied the scales of the Armenian Mystic Serpent you sent and have shown great interest in the patterns on them. It is still difficult to say whether these patterns are related to their unique magical abilities, and further research is needed... I wish you all the best in your expedition to the Iranian Plateau."

Felix put the letter in the envelope, and a brown owl hopped onto the table, stretching out a leg for him to tie the reply to. Valen then gave it an owl biscuit, which it snatched in its beak and flapped its wings, flying into the snowstorm.

Then came the second reply:

“Ms. Meg, Merry Christmas… No, I don’t have any new book plans at the moment. I’ll probably publish a booklet about runes, but I’m not sure about the details yet… Also, I don’t think it’s a good idea to put my picture on the cover, but thank you for your suggestion anyway.”

The third letter wasn't so friendly, but Felix had spotted the trap beforehand and easily lifted the curse. He even managed to leave behind the large, reddish-brown bird that delivered the letter, which now stood forlornly with its legs together. Felix picked up his pen and wrote:

“Mr. Anonymous, your prank is as bad as your handwriting. I don’t want to waste my breath discussing any Muggle issues with you. I hope your messenger will deliver my return gift on time on Christmas Day.”

Felix cast a curse on the parchment, then hung the letter on the large, reddish-brown bird. "Go, return to your master," he said with a smile.

He seemed very busy the following day—

"Ms. Jane, thank you for your continued support. I'm not sure if you'll receive this letter; the owls have never found you and have returned all the letters. Perhaps there are some issues with your identity that need to be kept secret, which I completely understand. The black market has been on edge lately. As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic is cracking down on illegal potions, which may be related to a batch of leaked wolfsbane potions..."

“Mr. Vera, your granddaughter has performed exceptionally well, and I’m already preparing to give her a raise. You should just give up on the idea of ​​letting her join the Ancient Runes Association. I believe that in two or three years, Kremy’s income will surpass yours, and if you think about it a little, you’ll find that what she’s doing now is more meaningful, Mr. Vice President.”

……

During the reply period, Julia Edmund, Bessney Bach, and Beiers Bach came to visit, with Beiers carrying three large boxes and panting as he walked at the back.

“Professor Hepburn, this is a Christmas present for you…”

Yuria explained with a smile, "Byles insisted on carrying it himself, and when Besni tried to help him, he refused."

Byers looked at him with some embarrassment and annoyance, then stammered, "Professor Hyp, has Warren learned a few words?"

“It’s still very rare… I probably can’t communicate with you yet. You can play Crash Blast, it’s very good at traditional gameplay,” Felix said.

Byers stared blankly at the scattered bomb cards on the table. "This, uh... Warren is really smart."

Felix sat on the sofa with Julia and Besni, and he offered them honey tea: "Juria, you don't want to discuss obscure topics of magic and non-magic in front of Besni today, do you?"

“Of course not, it’s mainly because Besni wanted to visit you and bring a gift,” Yuria said. He had come quite a few times recently, especially since he had lost his wand and couldn’t be involved in training warriors, so he was usually quite free.

When he had free time, he would go to Felix's office to discuss viewpoints from both the magical and non-magical worlds, which was beneficial to both of them.

As they chatted, Yuria mentioned Biles, gesturing with his chin in Biles' direction and saying, "He's the Warriors' captain now."

“That Grevis…”

Yuria shook his head. “His mentality isn’t suited to be a captain.” He then recounted what had just happened. “We stumbled upon a rather interesting scene when we arrived. The warrior of Beauxbatons—that Delacour guy—was trying to invite your warrior, but he already had a dance partner.”

“Is it Cedric Diggory?” Felix asked after a moment’s thought.

“That’s right,” Yuria smiled, “She has a lot of charm, but it doesn’t always work…”

Chapter 413 Robe

Early Christmas morning, Felix heard a knock at the door. It was Dobby.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Hyp, so generous and great!" said Dobby, the house-elf, standing outside the door. He was wearing a brown vest with a dark yellow sock peeking out of the pocket, and he was holding a purple knitted sweater in his hand.

Felix snapped back to reality.

He tentatively said, "This isn't a Christmas present from you, is it, Dobby? Actually, you don't need it..."

“Oh no, Mr. Hyp,” Dobby said awkwardly, “it’s a gift from Mr. Harry Potter and his friends. I went over there first… You said not to come to me too early or too late.”

“I did say that,” Felix said, blinking. He estimated the time from the dim light outside; it was barely six or seven o’clock, and Dobby would be at Harry’s dormitory even earlier.

"Well... uh, please come in."

He stepped aside, and Dobby's body disappeared briefly from the wall by the doorway, reappearing with a large brown bag in his hand.

"These are gifts from Dobby and the house-elves, all for Mr. Hyp!"

In the drawing room, Dobby said this. Then he rummaged through his large bag and handed Felix a small gift box wrapped in blue paper.

“What’s this? Oh, a pair of socks, very nice.” Felix examined the socks in the package. Dobby seemed to have tried to match his favorite blue, and they were embroidered with black lightning bolts and silver orbs of light, corresponding to his two well-known ancient magic spells.

“Dobby wove it himself,” the house-elf said, his big, round eyes wide open. “Dobby went to several shops, but he never felt that the things there were to his liking, so he discussed it with his friends and they made the decision together.”