A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

"Harry, do you think Professor McGonagall will give me a fake exam?"

"Definitely, you're doing something serious. You should have gotten a new wand a long time ago."

At a window in the castle tower, Felix calmly put away his wand, his eyes no longer showing any confusion.

"In the next millennium, I will be a legend."

Chapter 76 The New Wand

"Bang bang bang!"

Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and saw Harry and Ron, who were bundled up tightly.

She welcomed them in, and Harry and Ron sat down in chairs by the fireplace.

“Potter, Weasley, what can I do for you?” Professor McGonagall asked.

Ron pulled a wand from his robes that was in a terrible state; it was broken in two and held together only by a single unicorn tail hair in the middle.

Ron said hesitantly, "Professor McGonagall, I'd like to ask for leave to buy a new wand."

“Oh?” Professor McGonagall looked down at the broken ash wand, her hair neatly styled. “Weasley, you should have gotten a new wand a long time ago. No wonder you keep having accidents in class.”

Ron lowered his head and remained silent.

Harry chimed in, "Professor, we might need to use your fireplace. Let's go to Diagon Alley."

Professor McGonagall looked up at them. “Of course, that’s no problem.” She waved her wand, and a silver cat with the same pattern around its eyes as Professor McGonagall’s glasses sprang out from the tip.

“Weasley, come to my office,” she said.

The silver cat leaped out of the window and quickly disappeared from Harry and Ron's sight.

Harry was still staring out the window when Ron stammered, "Professor McGonagall, we can go by ourselves..." He was met with a stern look from Professor McGonagall.

"Don't talk nonsense. I won't let two second-year wizards go to Diagon Alley alone," the Transfiguration professor said.

Ron grimaced. Although Professor McGonagall hadn't mentioned a name, he knew with his not-so-bright brain that she couldn't possibly be looking for twins.

Harry couldn't help but look at Ron with pity; the brothers' relationship was still strained.

"Professor, what was that magic just now?" he asked, changing the subject.

"The Patronus Charm, Potter, you'll have the chance to encounter this magic when you're in higher grades."

After waiting quietly for a while, Percy Weasley appeared in the office.

Seeing his younger brother, he was visibly surprised. "Professor McGonagall, has Ron done something wrong?"

“No, Percy,” Professor McGonagall said. “Ron is going to Diagon Alley to buy a new wand, and I need an upperclassman to go with him. No one is more suitable than you.”

Percy's expression turned even more surprised. He looked at Ron and couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get the money?"

"None of your business!" Ron said angrily.

"I'm your brother! I'm warning you, if you dare do anything—"

“Percy!” Harry interrupted. “Professor Hyp gave it to me.” He turned to Professor McGonagall and mumbled, “To honor my heroic act that night.”

Professor McGonagall looked enlightened, but Percy Weasley was even more confused.

“Ron Weasley, I’m so proud of you. You are too, Potter,” she said, unusually emotional.

Percy was about to ask something else, but Professor McGonagall said, "Go ahead, and come back soon."

So the three of them stood in the fireplace, and in the emerald green flames, their figures disappeared.

Half an hour later, the three returned. Ron carefully held a fourteen-inch wand in his hands, a happy expression on his face.

Percy had his arm around his shoulder, and it seemed their relationship had improved.

As they left the office, Ron was still raving about his new wand, "Willow shaft, unicorn tail hair core, it's a perfect combination! Harry, look at its lines..."

Back in the common room, Harry was pulled aside by Percy, who whispered, "Harry, can you tell me what you did?"

On the way, Ron couldn't help but let slip that he, Harry, and Hermione had jointly received the school's Special Contribution Award, but when Percy pressed for details, the two kept their mouths shut.

Harry said vaguely, "You'll find out when the new school term starts; he'll definitely surprise you."

Meanwhile, Ron couldn't resist showing off his new wand to the twins, who then dragged him into a dueling game.

Fred chuckled and said, "Ron, you need to get familiar with the new wand as soon as possible."

“Yes, that’s right. We’d be happy to help you.” George patted him on the shoulder.

Harry was immediately intrigued by the twins' suggestion. He had seen a few simple spells in the "Duel Codex," a Christmas gift from Professor Hyp.

He was very eager to try it out.

“Let’s go, Ron,” he said.

But Percy wasn't interested, so Harry, Ron, and the twins left the castle and went to an open area by the Black Lake.

The four of them took turns being opponents, casting spells on each other.

After getting the new wand, Ron's spellcasting was indeed much smoother, but he was still at the bottom of the game.

He was knocked down three times in a row.

Harry first defeated Ron, then narrowly defeated George, but during his fight with Fred, he tripped and was frozen in place by a petrification spell.

Ron grinned broadly. "So, this is what Hermione's spell on Neville felt like in the first year?" He poked Harry repeatedly with his finger.

Once the spell was broken, Harry immediately retaliated—he grabbed a large clump of snow from the ground and threw it at Ron.

So, due to unforeseen circumstances, the duel game was changed to a snowball fight in the middle of the game, and the group of people rolled around in the snow like crazy.

After Harry successfully launched a sneak attack with his agility, he was surrounded by the twins. He ran for a distance in a panic until he saw Professor Hyp's figure.

This is a rather bizarre scene.

Outside the cold castle, Professor Hyp lay in a rocking chair, leisurely reading a book.

The rocking chair creaked and swayed back and forth.

Above his head were blue flames that stretched freely like ribbons.

“Hello, Professor Hyp,” Harry greeted.

Felix closed the book, sat up in the rocking chair, and said with a pleasant expression, "Hello, Potter."

At this moment, Harry noticed that the book Professor Hyp was reading was titled "The World's Best Jokes," which didn't seem like a book from the wizarding world.

But it also had a pearly, transparent color, like a ghost. Harry suddenly remembered the gift the professor had given Hagrid, and an idea popped into his head.

Is this book also a heavily modified version by Professor Hyp?

"Harry—"

"Don't run!"

Ron and the twins caught up as well, and they too saw Professor Hyp.

"Are you having a snowball fight?" Felix asked.

“We’re practicing our duels, and now it’s halftime,” Fred said. “Professor, could you give us some pointers? Your performance at the dueling club was fantastic!”

“Ah, not today. I’ve decided not to think about anything related to magic today.” Felix blinked. “But don’t worry, I’ll restart the dueling lessons after school starts.”

“By the way,” Felix looked around, “where’s Granger? Isn’t she with you?”

“Uh, Professor,” Harry stammered, “Hermione, she, she’s sick.”

Chapter 77 Visit

University Hospital.

“Mrs. Pomfrey, I’ve come to see Miss Hermione Granger,” Felix said.

“Oh, her,” Mrs. Pomfrey complained to him. “These young wizards these days are such a handful, abusing magical potions and having no sense of respect whatsoever… She’ll be in the hospital for at least three weeks.”

Felix asked with interest, "Can you determine what drug caused this effect?"

“It must be a Polyjuice Potion mixed with cat hair. It’s ridiculous. I don’t know where they found the potion.” Madam Pomfrey said, pouring half a cup of the potion from a large bottle. “When those two little wizards brought her here on Christmas Eve, I was shocked. I almost thought it was an irreversible magical injury.”

“Compound decoction…” Felix chewed on the word, and after a few seconds, he said gently to Mrs. Pomfrey, “Madam, I’ll take the medicine to her on my way.”

Felix pushed open the door and entered the ward.

There were seven or eight beds in the room, but only one was covered by a white curtain. As Felix approached, the curtain was opened from the inside.

"Madame Pomfrey? You've come to deliver the medicine?"

A furry head popped out; the voice belonged to his assistant.

Hermione and Felix's eyes met, and she froze instantly.

"what!"

The little witch let out a terrified scream, immediately shrank back, and forcefully pulled the curtains shut, causing the entire hospital bed to tremble violently.

But in that brief glance, he had already seen what his assistant looked like.

Her face was covered in brown cat fur, which mixed with her own hair. There were a few whiskers on her cheeks, her eyes were ginger yellow, and she had two pointed ears standing up on her head.

“Miss Hermione Granger, I heard about your ordeal from Potter and Weasley, so I came to visit you,” Felix said with a forced smile.

He waited quietly for a few seconds, and then Hermione's trembling voice came from behind the curtain, "Professor, hello."

“I brought your potion, and—” Felix said, “if you don’t mind, I can take a look and see if I can be of any help.”

“Professor, you mean…you can solve my problem?” Hermione asked expectantly from behind the curtain.

Felix's image was still replaying in his mind, and he tried his best to remain calm. "All I can say is, give it a try. Your case is quite rare."

Hermione slowly opened the curtain, glanced at him quickly, and then buried her face in her hands.

Felix placed the potion on the table beside him and carefully examined the little witch's current appearance.

This situation is extremely rare. Compound decoctions are inherently difficult to prepare, and even potion masters don't have many in stock and wouldn't use them lightly—the chances of something going wrong like this are even lower.

Hermione noticed his probing gaze and asked softly, "Professor, do you have a solution? Mrs. Pomfrey said it will take me at least three weeks to recover. Oh my god, how many classes will I miss!"

"Hmm, it's a mistake in using the compound decoction, right?" Felix thought about it seriously; this situation was indeed difficult to resolve.