A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

This was no challenge for Lockhart at all; he could even modify old, discarded stories and use them directly.

At least from the interview transcripts copied by the trio, he saw a considerable amount of content about the old wizard with the crooked mouth's experience of solving the curses on dark magic items, but this part was not included in his "Wandering with Werewolves".

If Lockhart intended to link this part to the curse of Hogwarts and portray himself as a master at breaking the curse, it would be perfectly reasonable.

Felix ignored Lockhart's own annotations in the document and carefully read the original manuscript—although "original manuscript" is not quite accurate, since the entire document was copied by Lockhart, which was what he regretted most.

But between the lines, he still sensed a sense of familiarity.

'What exactly is it? Have you read different books by the same author?'

Felix felt a headache coming on as he thought about the thousands of magic books in the Mind Chamber.

As evening approached, Felix breathed a sigh of relief and put down the documents in his hand.

I learned a lot.

Besides Lockhart's signature spell, Oblivion (Ancient Magic Version), he also acquired some scattered and trivial tips on memory magic.

By combining Lockhart's, the diary, Snape's, and his own insights into memory magic, perhaps with some effort, one can acquire a new sixth-level spell.

Should he opt for a brain shut-off procedure or complete oblivion? For Felix, it was a truly difficult choice.

"Moreover, with two versions of the Oblivion Spell, I have the opportunity to sort out the simplified ideas of modern magic, trace back to the source, and restore modern magic to ancient magic."

Just like the incomplete ancient magic that Professor Flitwick gave him, it is very likely the precursor to the Shrinking Charm and the Enlarging Charm.

This is another long-term project, but for Felix, it's a highly profitable venture.

Felix kept thinking, and he felt that his greatest gain from returning to Hogwarts, besides the ever-increasing number of useful ancient runes, was this trip.

He even drew parallels from this material, finding many interesting ideas that could resolve the confusion arising from the diary.

"Lockhart is truly a treasure of a wizard, it's a pity he's going to Azkaban."

……

Later that evening, his assistant reported the news at the appointed time.

Felix put away the memory spell data and took out a two-foot-thick piece of parchment from the corner.

These are the assignments submitted by the young wizards in their dueling class.

“Well… we’ve clearly divided the roles: I’ll give the evaluation, and you’ll take notes,” Felix said, feeling that his assistant had performed somewhat poorly in his sparring with Harry.

But among the young wizards who learned the Disarming Charm using their own "splitting method," she was the most determined.

Special treatment is necessary.

“This one…” Felix picked up the first parchment, looked at the data in the table on it, and “tsk tsk!” He didn’t say anything and handed it to Hermione.

"Professor, what should I write?" the little witch asked, holding a quill pen in her hand.

"Give him a question mark, exaggerate a bit."

Hermione: "???"

“The data is fabricated,” Professor Hep said briefly.

"Professor Haip, how did you figure that out?"

"His stats are excellent, but I've noticed him in dueling class. He hasn't learned the Disarm Charm, and he even has problems with the most basic wand pose... He might have just copied the stats of a top student."

Hermione nodded and wrote a question mark on the parchment.

“The second one, let me take a look…” Felix circled a few lines of data. “His problem is that his foundation is too weak. I suggest reviewing specific chapters in the Spellbook. It’s mentioned in detail in the materials. Miss Granger, could you mark the specific entries for me?”

“Okay.” She wrote down “the content mentioned in the fifth point of the key study materials” with ease—she had memorized the study materials on the disarming spell by heart.

After Hermione finished writing the annotations on the parchment, she looked at the data circled by Felix and immediately understood.

This student named El Booz focused most of his questions on the broad category of 'Operational Procedures,' while he barely touched on other categories such as 'Essential Theories,' 'Spellcasting Mindset,' and 'Understanding Magic.'

Time passed slowly, and Hermione continued to write down various suggestions on parchment according to Professor Hyp's dictation. Professor Hyp did not do nothing; he would mark the key data to facilitate her understanding.

As she encountered more and more problems, her understanding of the disarming spell became clearer and clearer.

She could understand most of Felix's suggestions by comparing them with the key data highlighted by the professor.

This is a problem with operating procedures, and this is a problem with mindset... This is also reflected in my self-evaluation.

Felix also offers various tips, such as the mindset for casting spells. His method is to "imagine a tall person wielding a broom and attacking you, and use your mind to make the broom fly away."

She then wrote down Professor Hyp's explanation: "The mindset of casting the disarming spell is a self-preservation mindset; it requires a resolute attitude to deprive the enemy of the ability to harm you."

Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Professor, do we have to maintain this thought while casting the spell?"

"Once you're proficient, it won't be necessary. Some elite Aurors can even cast the Disarming Charm in their sleep. But when you haven't mastered the spell, this right mindset will speed up your learning."

Hermione nodded.

After grading half of the papers, Hermione yawned without any regard for her image.

“Let’s continue tomorrow night. I suggest you spend more time practicing the Disarming Charm during the day tomorrow; you might be pleasantly surprised,” Felix said to his assistant.

The next evening—

“You’ve really improved!” Hermione said excitedly to Felix.

She didn't wait until daytime; instead, she practiced alone when she got home last night.

It was a strange feeling; the moment she waved her wand, she could realize where she hadn't done well enough.

The suggestions and tips I had written down kept popping into my mind.

During the day, she spent a lot of time practicing and was improving at a rate that was almost visible to the naked eye.

Felix smiled. "After we finish grading today, I think your understanding of the Disarming Charm will be excellent."

……

The following week passed quickly, and the answer parchments used only in fifth and seventh grade began to appear in ancient runes classes for other grades.

The young wizards started discussing this new teaching aid more and more.

One day in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall asked him about the parchment containing the answers to the questions, and Felix answered her cheerfully.

Professor McGonagall remained where she was, looking thoughtful.

Chapter 113 Ministry of Magic

Saturday, February 4th, 9:30 AM.

Felix, dressed neatly, stood in the fireplace, his figure disappearing from the office amidst a bright green flame.

When Felix emerged from the communal fireplace, he had already reached Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is the most famous magical business district in the British magical world, home to many renowned shops, bars, offices and large corporations.

Gringotts, the Leaky Cauldron, the headquarters of the Daily Prophet, and Ollivanders, Madam Malkin's Robe, Flourish and Blotts, the apothecary, and many other places closely associated with young wizards are all located here.

But Felix was just passing by. He dusted himself off with his top hat, and the next second, he used Apparition to appear directly in a dark, narrow alley.

When Felix walked out of the alley, he was standing on a desolate-looking street with only a few dilapidated low office buildings, a small pub, and a dusty antique car.

He walked a distance and came to a red telephone booth against the wall—it looked quite bad, dilapidated, with large patches of red paint peeling off and several pieces of glass broken. No one with any sense would have the idea to go inside.

But Felix went inside, picked up the crookedly hanging microphone, dialed "62442," and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, a cold woman's voice echoed in the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and the purpose of your visit."

Felix said calmly, "Felix Heap has been invited to attend the awarding ceremony of Morcules Belby."

“Thank you,” the woman said in a cold voice. “Guest, please take the badge and pin it to your clothing.”

A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot, which read: Felix Heap, a visitor invited on short notice.

"Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you will need to go through security and register your wand at the security checkpoint. The security checkpoint is located at the far end of the main hall."

Felix pinned the badge to his robe, his mind now wondering if this woman was even real.

But suddenly the ground in the phone booth began to shake, and he slowly sank into the ground. After about a minute, the phone booth stopped.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant day," the woman's voice said.

The door suddenly opened, and Felix stepped out into a magnificent, golden hall.

He walked on the gleaming dark floor, with rows of gilded fireplaces embedded in the walls on either side—this was the typical commute for official members of the Ministry of Magic.

It was probably the weekend, so there weren't many people, but a few wizards were still busy at work. A young man with acne on his face walked past him, carrying a rickety stack of parchment.

Felix watched his retreating figure. The person who had just seen him seemed to be someone he knew.

He shook his head, walked past the fountain in the center of the hall, and came to a table. Behind the table sat a wizard in a peacock blue robe with a sparsely shaved beard.

Above his head was a sign that read "Security Check".

Felix tapped the table with his fingernail. "Good morning, sir. I'm here to register my wand." The wizard looked up and put down the Daily Prophet.

“Come this way,” the wizard said listlessly.

Felix approached him, and the wizard raised a long, thin golden rod, as thin as a car antenna, and swept it across Felix's chest and back from top to bottom.

"A wand," the security wizard muttered, extending his hand.

Felix flicked his wrist, and a wand popped out of his sleeve.

The wizard paused, then asked, "I've seen quite a few Aurors hide their wands like this. Are you a new Auror?"

“I work at Hogwarts,” Felix said briefly.

“Oh my, that’s a great job…” The wizard’s attitude became much warmer. “My name is Eric Munch. I usually do security checks and occasionally work as a guard.”

“Felix, you can call me that.”

Eric tossed his wand onto a strange-looking brass machine that resembled a balance scale. The machine began to vibrate slightly.

The wizard, engrossed in conversation, asked, "What subjects do you teach? I heard Professor Kettleburn is retiring. Is he still teaching? His classes were terrible. When I was in school..."

“Mr. Munch,” Felix interrupted him, “Professor Kettleburn is still teaching young wizards, and I’m in charge of ancient runes.”

As far as he knew, Professor Kettleburn was indeed retiring, but his successor was already in place—Ruberhaig.

Dumbledore is actively working to exonerate him and restore his reputation. But things don't seem to be going very well, because the murderer who opened the Chamber of Secrets has not yet been caught, and Felix is ​​already planning to throw the diary out at the right time.