A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

Harry read the questionnaire. The first line read in small print: 'Please fill in the name of the spell's inventor truthfully, and ensure that all those involved in the spell's development are listed to avoid controversy.'

The first question is: Describe the principles of incantations in concise language.

The second question is: Describe the effect of the spell in concise language.

The third question is: Identify the type of spell: general utility spell/protection spell/evil spell/poison spell/curse/break spell/transfiguration spell/other.

……

"Oh no!" Ron whispered.

"What's wrong?" Harry and Hermione asked in unison, glancing down at the questions on the screen.

“Look at the first line!” Ron stared, reading each word carefully: “'Make sure that everyone involved in the development of the spell is credited…'” He looked at Harry meaningfully.

"Malfoy!" Harry gasped, a chill running down his spine.

Just then, Draco Malfoy, hands in his pockets, swaggered toward the notice board with his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle. "I heard someone call my name..." Draco said, squinting.

“It’s nothing!” Harry and Ron said immediately.

Draco looked at them suspiciously. He stared at the notice board, tilted his head toward Crabbe, who followed his gaze and then glared back.

“Go get one,” Draco said slowly. Crabbe immediately squeezed into the crowd, and Ron quietly tugged at Harry’s sleeve. Harry understood and stepped back.

“Wait, Potter!” Draco said. Harry turned around blankly and looked at him coldly. “Say what you have to say, Malfoy.”

Draco: "I heard Professor Hyp is giving you extra tutoring?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione felt a chill. The professor had told them to keep it a secret, but Harry had been studying it for almost three months, reporting to the Ancient Runes office once a week, and had inevitably been seen a few times.

"So what if I am? Are you jealous, Malfoy?" Ron provoked, using this as a cover.

Draco glanced at him, lazily pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket, and waved it. He grinned and said, "Sorry, I have one too."

“What is it?” Harry said impatiently, pausing for a moment. “You’re going to receive special training from Professor Hyp?” he shouted, and Ron and Hermione looked on incredulously.

“You can see for yourself, Potter.” Draco was overjoyed. Harry snatched the note and looked at its contents with Ron and Hermione.

“It’s true,” Hermione said softly, recognizing the familiar handwriting at a glance.

At that moment, Crabbe pushed his way out of the crowd and handed the questionnaire to Draco. Draco glanced at it quickly, his gaze stopping at the first line.

"Tsk tsk," he said.

Ron and Hermione looked up from the note, appearing utterly frustrated and confused. Harry, however, kept scrutinizing the fine print, as if trying to find a clue.

“It has no name,” Harry said.

"What did you say—" Draco's smile froze.

“There’s no name,” Harry repeated, looking at him suspiciously. “It doesn’t mention the name of the spell, it just tells you to report to Professor Hyp’s office every Saturday.”

Draco walked up to Harry and said softly, "Because it needs to be kept secret, but I can tell you, Potter..." His light-colored eyes sparkled, "It's Apparition and Disillusionment Charm."

He watched with satisfaction as Harry's expression turned to shock. "Yes, that's always been your privilege, hasn't it? To break school rules with impunity and face no punishment, to have fans everywhere you go, even the professors—"

"So you're jealous?" Harry met Ron's gaze without flinching and repeated what Ron had said.

“You could think that way,” Draco surprisingly admitted, snatching the note from Harry's hand. He gestured towards Crabbe and Goyle, then headed towards the Great Hall.

Harry stared at his retreating figure in silence.

“Who knows what he did to win Professor Hyp’s favor!” Ron said sharply, looking at Harry with concern. “Maybe his father bought two hundred magic phonographs in one go!”

……

That evening, Felix was writing a letter in his office. He reached out and gently touched the paper with his index finger, and the writing gradually disappeared—

“Lucius, thank you for the reminder; your information is very useful. Remember: from now on, any unusual activity related to the Dark Mark, no matter how slight, must be reported to me immediately. In return, I will keep my promise and begin training your son in life-saving magic, starting this Saturday…”

He put the letter into an envelope, sealed it, stared at the blank envelope for a while, put it aside, and picked up a stack of manuscripts from the drawer.

This is a booklet he planned to complete, introducing runes and promoting their use. It contains detailed explanations of the origins and development of ancient runes, as well as the most important element: illumination spells.

Learning an ancient spell is never easy, even the simplest illumination spell. Especially since Felix intends to use a correspondence course-like approach, a method usually only effective on Squibs who haven't studied magic.

But he insisted on taking on the challenge.

The secret lies in an unparalleled mastery of the Illumination spell and the rune cards. According to Remus's data, a thousand sets of rune cards have already been sold in England, covering roughly 40% of the potential buyers—families with young wizards who are not yet enrolled in school.

This is, of course, inseparable from the overwhelming advertising and low prices.

For wizards lacking entertainment, spell cards are a decent pastime for both adults and children. Of course, most parents simply see them as an intellectual development toy—a concept coined by the young people at 'Future World' company, who went to great lengths to come up with advertising copy that would satisfy their boss.

Time passed slowly, and the night grew deeper. Niffler Valen yawned, his bright black eyes looking up from the comic book, blinking sleepily.

"Chirp! (Still not asleep!)"

“Wait a little longer… Valen, don’t worry about me,” Felix said with a smile, turning to another page of the manuscript to continue revising.

"Chirp! Chirp chirp chirp? (Waiting for that magician idiot?)"

Felix laughed.

“Don’t call him a fool. Andy shouldn’t have tried to do magic with Galleons in front of you. Not only did you take them, but you also made fun of him…” He tapped Valen’s pink beak. “It was Dobby,” he explained.

"Chirp!" Valen exclaimed excitedly, taking a sip of lemonade through the straw. His glossy black fur bristled instantly, making him perk up immediately. "Hmph chirp? (Is that the rich man?)"

"Well, Dobby has indeed been collecting gold buttons lately."

Finally, the small golden clock on the desk struck twelve. Almost simultaneously, a copper nut in Felix's hand became scorching hot. At that moment, Dobby's question prompted Felix to wave away the protective magic in the room. About half a minute later—

"laugh!"

House-elf Dobby suddenly appears in the office.

Valen's eyes widened. "Chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

“Oh, Mr. Hyp, hello!” Dobby said with a deep bow. He then looked up and greeted Valen happily, “Hello to you too, Miss Valen!”

Warren was overjoyed, looking at Dobby with expectant eyes, "Chirp?"

Dobby carefully took a gleaming metal button from his blazer pocket and exclaimed in a shrill voice, "This is one Dobby collected, for Miss Warren!"

Valen reached out his little hand to take it, looked at it for a long time, then took out a small golden bottle from his pocket and handed it to Dobby.

“Oh, Miss Varen is so generous!” Dobby exclaimed excitedly. He glanced at Felix, who was smiling beside him, and Dobby took the gift and examined it closely.

"It's transparent! Look, it's so beautiful! Dobby has received another gift!" Dobby put his tennis ball-sized eyes to the bottom of the bottle and looked around.

A moment later, Felix had to remind him, "Dobby, Lucius is still waiting..."

“Oh…” Dobby sighed, his bat ears drooping. It was clear he had been avoiding mentioning the matter.

“Don’t worry, he won’t dare to touch you,” Felix said.

“Dobby knows that Dobby has the great Mr. Hyp backing him up! But Dobby’s feelings are complicated…” the house-elf said, picking up an envelope that had been sitting on the desk for a long time. “I don’t need to talk to him, do I?”

“No need,” Felix assured him. “If you want, you can throw the letter at his feet.”

"Oh~" It was clear that Dobby was tempted, but he still refused. "Dobby is now representing Mr. Hyp, and Dobby has no need to be afraid of him..." He puffed out his chest and said proudly.

“Chirp! (Your legs are shaking!)” Valen held up a finger.

Felix was perfectly lucid; Dobby couldn't understand what Valen was saying.

Chapter 455 Extra-official Examiners

“There’s one more thing.” Dobby held the envelope, his big round eyes hesitantly looking at Felix, and stammered, “It’s about Sparkle…”

Felix was taken aback; he had almost forgotten about Shining.

"What happened to her? The magical restraints on her should have disappeared."

“Yes, you’re right.” Dobby’s body began to sway, her two slender arms intertwined. “She wanted to go with her master. Dobby told her that Mr. Crouch had been imprisoned, and she… she was sick.”

“I understand,” Felix said calmly.

Dobby looked at him in confusion. Felix pulled out a note with something written on it. Dobby stood on tiptoe to try to see, but he was too short, and Valen was blocking his way, so he could only see the back of Valen's head.

“Do you know Ludo Bagman?” Felix asked, head bowed, his quill pen flying across the paper.

"Dobby knows him!"

“Hmm,” Felix handed him the note, “Bagman owes me a favor, and I think he wouldn’t mind doing me a small favor.”

“You don’t have to do this!” Dobby shrieked, looking startled. “Dobby didn’t mean to ask Mr. Hyp for help!”

“Take this and let him take you to Azkaban. He has the authority to do so,” Felix said. “Also, bring some things for Mr. Crouch. You can discuss buying them with Shining. As for where Shining wants to go afterward, I won’t interfere.”

Dobby bowed deeply, pressing his nose to the floor, his whole body trembling with excitement, like a salmon leaping on the shore.

Valen stared at the spot where Dobby had disappeared, then turned to Felix. "Chirp?"

Felix picked it up. "Let me tell you something: magic can't trap a person, but love can. Tsk! Dumbledore should have said that... Want some midnight snacks, Varen?"

"Ha!"

……

The next day, Professor Machiban and old Vera reappeared in the seventh-grade ancient runes class.

The old man clearly hadn't slept well; the dark circles under his eyes were as prominent as his double chin.

When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression was a mixture of excitement and disappointment.

Excitingly, he found the Hogwarts Library's rich collection, including many rune manuscripts that even the Old Rune Society didn't have—these manuscripts came from donations by alumni over the years and were translated and organized by Bathsheda Babling, making them a treasure trove for him.

To his dismay, he had completed the verification last night and found no errors. That kid… Felix Heap seemed to have memorized all the information, even the page numbers were accurate.

At this moment, Felix calmly looked at the audience below, his eyes bright and alert. He was wearing a blue shirt today, with his hands in his pockets.

"Today is an advanced class," he announced.

The students let out a low cheer, but Machi and old Vera were puzzled. Wasn't seventh grade supposed to be an advanced class?

Felix explained softly, "To give our two unsuspecting guests a general understanding of what's to come, I'll briefly explain the meaning of this 'Advanced Course.'" He smiled slightly and reached into his pocket. A wand appeared in his hand as if by magic, and with a gentle wave, clear words began to appear on the blackboard behind him.

"We've completed the first round of review, and according to the plan, there are two more rounds to go. To prevent the next three months from becoming too tedious, I will consciously prepare some advanced courses to explain more advanced content. This content is not within the scope of the exam, but it will be very beneficial to you, especially after you graduate and can use ancient magical script to entertain yourselves in your spare time..."

"The advanced class will use the thinking classroom. There's no need to worry about danger; just relax—okay, let's begin."

Felix snapped his fingers lightly, making it especially noticeable to help Professor Marchban and old Vera get used to it: a golden ripple emanated from the tip of his finger, spreading outwards from him and quickly bathing the entire classroom in a soft golden hue.

Professor Machiban and old Vera looked around in surprise. Machiban blinked, as if he had noticed something. A few seconds later, everything returned to calm.