A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

Harry looked at Professor Hyp on the stage and felt like he couldn't breathe. After a while, he realized that the emotion that had just surged into his heart was longing.

After a long pause, the young wizard stared longingly at Professor Hyp.

Is there anything else? Can we continue?

Level 5 spell? Level 6? Level 7, 8, or 9? I'm really curious!

Professor Hyp lived up to expectations, continuing, "Furthermore, if you were a seasoned Auror who had spent roughly half your life dealing with various dark wizards, your most proficient spell would probably be something like this—"

The scene was as if it had happened yesterday: a spell as thick as a wrist shot out, spanning most of the hall, and struck the castle wall directly.

The red, thunder-like magical arcs twisted and extended continuously.

The red light that had illuminated half the Great Hall finally disappeared when Felix put away his wand.

"This could perhaps be called a level five spell."

The young wizards below the stage watched this scene in silence, still deeply moved even though it was the second time they had seen it.

Felix pondered, much like Lockhart's 'forgetfulness'. But such a comparison was inappropriate, for Lockhart was fortunate enough to receive the gift of ancient magic.

Ancient magic is inherently powerful, but discussing its power is meaningless because you don't know if it will suddenly go out of control the next time you use it due to insufficient control.

The young wizards below the stage were quiet, like a flock of quails swept by a gust of wind. Judging from their expressions, it seemed that someone had just cracked open their heads and stuffed a bunch of random things inside, rendering them completely unable to think.

After a dozen seconds, Felix clapped his hands. "Of course, the spell levels above are just for your convenience. In reality, there is no such classification as first-level and second-level spells."

"Magic is unrestrained, and it is meaningless to classify many amazing spells by levels."

"Furthermore, I must remind you that even in a duel, solely pursuing the power of spells is not the best choice. If you want to become an Auror, you need to master many things, and they are equally important."

"Next—"

But these words had no effect. The hall seemed to erupt in chaos as the young wizards eagerly raised their hands, clearly having a lot of questions.

"Professor, what is a level six spell?" Finally, someone in the audience couldn't help but shout out.

Chapter 108 The End of the Diary

Felix replied noncommittally, "That's too far removed from your understanding; I'm still researching it myself..." He avoided the topic of sixth-level spells, because frankly, he had never seen a similar spell on anyone else.

This led him to suspect that the so-called Level 6 spell was merely his personal one.

After all, in his fourth year, he poured almost all his mind and faith into mastering two level six spells—'Protect Armor' and 'Stun'.

When he succeeded, he underwent an unimaginable transformation, and his magic and will were sublimated.

Keep in mind, he was only fifteen years old that year.

In the following six years, even though his magical theory advanced further, he still has less than ten sixth-level spells.

Of course, this is also because he shifted most of his energy to the study of ancient magic runes.

……

A student raised his hand and asked, "Professor Hyp, do you support specializing in one type of magic?"

Felix shook his head and explained, “For beginners, specializing in one or two spells is necessary; it will allow you to progress rapidly, quickly stand out, and gain the ability to protect yourself. But for mature wizards, they need to learn much more to deal with different kinds of trouble.”

"Professor Hyp, if I start practicing only one spell from now on, how long will it take me to reach level three or four?" This was the question from Albert Balk.

“Mr. Balk, I don’t recommend you do that. If your grades are fine, you have a very good chance of becoming an Auror,” Felix said.

"Professor, will you be including this part in the upcoming dueling lessons?"

"Of course, without a doubt."

"Professor, I'd like to upgrade all my spells to level three. Do you have any suggestions?"

Felix said with a hint of amusement, "Mr. Pardis, you could spend more time on magical theory. But like I said, there's no need to."

The three professors looked at Felix with different expressions. To be honest, in their respective fields of expertise, they believed they were no less skilled than the "level five spell" Felix had mentioned, but the key issue was—

How did he define a sixth-level spell?

This is also what intrigued the professors the most.

“Professor McGonagall, what do you think of his theory?” Snape asked in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall said, "This method isn't suitable for Transfiguration, but I personally think it's quite good for Charms. What's your opinion, Philius?"

Flitwick offered his own perspective: "At least in the area of ​​dueling magic, it's quite applicable. It provided me with new insights when analyzing some classic dueling cases. Of course, as he said, this theory cannot cover all magic."

In the ensuing questioning, the young wizards seemed to accept his statement about magic levels and kept asking various questions.

After about ten minutes, the crowd gradually quieted down.

Felix said, "Alright! Let's move on to the next step. There are still forty minutes left before get out of class ends, so we'll use the remaining time to test and instruct you on your disarming spells."

Four professors moved through the crowd, dividing the young wizards into pairs and instructing them on disarming spells.

But many young wizards were still quite anxious and frustrated—

“Professor Hyp has definitely mastered a sixth-level spell!” Ron said with absolute certainty.

“I think so too, and he didn’t deny it,” Dean Thomas said.

But Professor Hep just wouldn't tell, it's so infuriating!

Before they knew it, most of the young wizards had come to accept this classification method.

"What do you think a level six spell is like?" Ron asked.

"Will the spell become bigger and brighter?" Neville asked with anticipation.

"You mean, the curse of being as thick as a water bucket?"

"Isn't that possible?"

On the other side, Felix said to a Hufflepuff boy, “Very good, Diggory, your spells are quite good now.”

Cedric said somewhat reservedly, "I've also been training for a long time, Hypgar, the information you provided is very useful."

Felix nodded in satisfaction, and was about to offer some words of praise, but he suddenly stopped talking.

Seeing Professor Heap's expression suddenly turn serious, Cedric couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what happened?"

But Professor Hepp did not answer him; his gaze remained fixed in one direction, his light blue eyes seemingly piercing through the auditorium.

"Diggory, something urgent has come up. Please inform the other professors for me." The young professor left in a hurry.

He went straight to the castle tower, and within minutes he was standing at the office door.

Felix cast various protective spells on himself, and the protective gear under his clothes shimmered with magical light. After making full preparations, he calmly waved his wand, and the door opened silently.

The scene before him greatly surprised him.

At the entrance, seven or eight dark green devil vines were tightly wrapped around a house-elf, the green branches shimmering with a greenish light, as if they were breathing.

Felix carefully examined the unexpected intruder, which seemed to have fainted.

Felix cast a Stunning Spell and walked straight into his office.

After carefully inspecting the box inside and out to ensure there was no risk, he opened the briefcase in the corner and took out an exquisite box. Felix's fingers brushed across the surface of the box, revealing layers of magical runes.

There is no sign that it has been hacked.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, opened the box, and found the diary lying quietly inside.

Only then did he have the mind to think about where this strange house-elf came from.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a thumb-sized transparent bottle from his ring, which contained about one milliliter of transparent liquid.

This was a Christmas gift from Snape to him.

Felix dripped two drops into the house-elf's mouth and awakened him with a revival spell.

About five minutes later, he figured out the whole story.

Felix's feelings were quite complicated.

He looked at the diary, and after a long silence, he said softly, "I'm sorry, Tom."

A torrent of Fiendfire erupted from the wand, gathering above the office like swirling clouds on a cloudy day. Under Felix's control, the Fiendfire cloud converged and contracted towards the center, condensing in mid-air into a solid, pale white longsword.

The diary sensed danger, its pages flipping rapidly as a large amount of black energy surged out. However, this black energy crumbled upon contact with the pale white longsword.

Tom's voice came from the diary: "No, I can tell you the secret to defeating death—"

"laugh!"

The longsword pierced the diary, then smoothly passed through the exquisite box and the long table—

The sound stopped abruptly.

Felix waved his wand, causing the pale white sword to vanish.

"Understanding the essence, reshaping the form, that's sixth-level magic..." His voice echoed in the office.

Chapter 109 Dobby

Under Felix's gaze, the diary suddenly oozed a large amount of black ink, dripping onto the floor and corroding the floor, causing black smoke to rise from it.

"Completely cleaned!" The ink stains disappeared.

The diary was also completely destroyed.

As a Horcrux, it is extremely resistant to conventional spells, but it cannot withstand the burning of Fiendfire. In particular, Felix's Fiendfire Longsword is arguably his most destructive magic.

But thanks to his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes; the Fiendfire only scorched a fist-sized hole in the diary—its remains were still useful to Felix.

Felix's gaze fell on the house-elf named Dobby.

With the help of the potion, he roughly understood what had happened—

As a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby overheard many of Lucius Malfoy's secrets. When he learned that his master had brought the Dark Lord's relics into Hogwarts through Ginny Weasley, he was deeply worried for Harry Potter, the great benefactor of the house-elves, which led him to take secret actions time and time again.

This includes, but is not limited to, intercepting Harry Potter's letters, preventing Harry from boarding the train, and controlling the ball in Quidditch to injure Harry...

Of course, this also includes today's plan to sneak into the office and steal the diary while Felix is ​​in class.

The effects of the potion had almost worn off, and the elf's eyelids twitched, as if it could wake up at any moment.

Dobby slowly opened his eyes.