A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

The young wizards who had chosen the Ancient Runes course had completed the binding process long ago, and now they were looking at the latest interface.

It was an overhead view of Hogwarts, with symbols shimmering in the clouds, each representing a different course.

For example, the ancient magic script is represented by a line of magic script, the meaning of which is the original password - "The Secret of Magic Script";

The Transfiguration Class is represented by a fiery lion, but its form is constantly changing;

The Potions class is represented by a boiling cauldron, with billowing steam constantly rising and falling;

……

Besides these symbols, the leaderboard feature is what the young wizards care about most.

They searched carefully and found a new design on the right side of the parchment next to the names—a simple sketch of a magic scroll.

The young wizards skillfully tapped their wands on the scroll, and a swift with scythe-like wings flew to the center carrying the magic scroll. The scroll began to enlarge and slowly unfurled...

At the very top, a row of words appears—College, Grade, Name, Subject, Level, Score—a total of six categories.

Apart from that, the top is empty.

Felix looked at everyone and explained, "There are a few things you need to pay attention to."

"The rankings on the leaderboard are not based on grades, but rather on your accumulated knowledge in the course. Several professors and I agree that this will help you identify your areas of interest early on, which will be very beneficial for your future employment."

"The challenges on the leaderboard can be found in the subcategories of the corresponding subjects. These are questions designed by professors based on their own experience, and new content is added periodically."

"I think some people have already noticed that the leaderboard allows the use of code names to hide rankings; this is designed for students who don't want to stand out."

The young wizards listened attentively.

"Besides the leaderboard, you also need to pay attention to two other things: the incorrect questions are broken down into different subjects; in addition, you can preview or review subjects from other grades, which contain key points marked by professors."

"Next, let's take ancient magic script as an example and experience its specific functions..."

……

As the weather warms up, Hogwarts gets more and more sunshine.

Even after a day's classes have ended, the sun stubbornly lingers on.

In the castle corridor, Ron kept muttering under his breath, "They're all crazy, everyone's gone mad, there's not a soul in sight..."

Harry gave him a sympathetic look; he sensed that Ron wasn't quite right either.

He held a piece of parchment in his hand, having been staring at the ranking list on it the whole way—

On the second-year leaderboard, Hermione Granger's name topped the list for all subjects, and she had reached level 37 in Charms. In addition, he saw many familiar names: Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Percy Weasley, Penelope Crivart...

The castle was deserted, with hardly anyone around—everyone was playing obstacle courses in the library and common room.

They couldn't stand the atmosphere in the lounge and came out to wander around.

Ron muttered, "I don't understand how the words 'level-up' and 'game' are connected."

Harry said, "Everyone will wake up in a few days."

Ron said something that I completely agreed with: "Hermione would never do that, she's completely in love."

Harry and Ron had no intention of returning to the common room; they wandered around the castle and soon encountered a familiar figure—

"Fred, George!"

“Oh, it’s you two,” one of the twins said.

"Why did you guys come out? Shouldn't you be playing obstacle course games in the lounge?"

“That’s not us,” the twins grinned. “Today is a rare sight, so of course we have to remember it.”

"So you're going on a night tour? That's way too early..." Ron said, puzzled.

“No, Percy is very confident that he will be number one in sixth grade, so we’re going to get some Butterbeer and Honeydukes candy,” Fred said.

“That’s right, whether you succeed or fail, it’s worth celebrating,” George said with a grin.

"So—you're planning to sneak out and go to Hogsmeade through the secret passage? Can you take us there?" Ron asked, somewhat surprised.

Harry couldn't help but hold his breath.

“George, it seems we let something slip,” Fred said.

“You let something slip,” George retorted.

“I agree, but we have to do something.” Fred winked.

“For example… complete forgetting?” George said knowingly.

The twins' gazes then fell on Ron.

Ron swallowed hard and took two steps back.

But the twins ran quickly away, and as they disappeared from the two men's sight, Harry and Ron could still hear their laughter.

Meanwhile, Felix was also strolling through the castle. He entered the courtyard and saw a ghost floating quietly in mid-air, staring at the green plants, lost in thought.

"Ms. Grey."

Chapter 127 Memories

The ghost also saw Felix, and she immediately wanted to leave. But then, as if remembering something, she abruptly stayed put, though her expression turned haughty.

Felix stood beside her. "It's rare to have such a quiet time in the castle."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but quickly regained her composure. She looked up, following Felix's gaze, her eyes reflecting the crimson glow of the sunset.

Neither of them spoke, quietly watching the afterglow of the setting sun paint the sky a brilliant orange-red.

Its light grew fainter and fainter until the last glimmer of light disappeared, and twilight descended.

The ghost's silvery-white, transparent body also appeared dim. Ms. Gray looked over, and her expression softened.

“I apologize for my rudeness last time,” Felix said.

She tried her best to keep her tone calm: "No, I'm just too sensitive... I always get angry over the smallest things."

The two talked for a few minutes. Felix didn't mention anything about Hogwarts history, Helena, Rowena Ravenclaw, or Barrow the Bloody. He simply chatted about the weather, culture, and world wonders.

“…The Magical Congress of the United States—similar to the Ministry of Magic here—has moved its headquarters at least five times in order to avoid the sight of ordinary people,” Felix said.

"Really? This organization didn't exist when I lived in the day..."

“Because the Magical Congress of the United States has only been established for three hundred years. Their wizarding activities are very secretive, their laws are very strict, and they are very unfriendly to outsiders,” Felix explained. “I think it’s because they have almost exposed the entire wizarding world several times.”

"The most controversial thing is the Rappaport Law, which they enacted at the end of the 18th century. This law stipulates that wizards and ordinary people must be completely separated and strictly prohibits them from making friends or marrying each other."

Ms. Gray was very interested in this and asked him for more details.

"A very clichéd opening: a witch falls in love with a handsome Muggle, but unfortunately, he's a descendant of a Purifier..."

Hogwarts gradually darkened, enveloping Felix and Lady Grey in darkness.

"...Until the very end, they could not guarantee that the memories of all the relevant personnel had been erased, so this law was created to prevent such things from happening."

Felix's story is finished.

Ms. Gray floated away, still feeling quite unsatisfied.

……

Felix returned to his office and reviewed the important matters of the recent period—

Another conversation with Dobby;

Release the diary and restore Hagrid's reputation;

The remaining tasks are less important or without time constraints, such as writing a new book, researching ancient magic, studying the Room of Requirement, crafting snakeskin armor, and learning memory magic.

And memory magic...

Felix became interested and prepared to try the same maneuver he had performed before.

He tapped his wand on the silver-patterned cup in front of him, and in a twist, it quickly transformed into a small squirrel.

"Well……"

He then constructed a memory fragment in his mind, pressed the tip of his cane against his forehead, and drew out wisps of silver thread.

Silver filaments floated above his palms, scattering silver specks of starlight.

Felix carefully incorporated fragments of his memory into the little squirrel's body—

Its expression became lively, and the little squirrel raised its head, staring straight at him.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Felix asked softly.

He knew it wouldn't speak, because its memory didn't contain language, but this was like a code, and the little squirrel began to move. It stood on the table, looking around, and soon brought him a quill pen in its mouth.

Felix tapped the table again, and quickly ran to the other side of the table, this time bringing back a piece of parchment.

"very good."

He nodded, then watched quietly, giving the memory two instructions in addition to his understanding of some of the squirrel's habits.

For example, right now, the little squirrel is hiding itself in its fluffy tail, cautiously peeking out, its black eyes staring at him.

After about seven or eight minutes, its expression lost its luster.

Felix waved his wand, turning it back into a cup with silver patterns.

He fell into thought, and the office was very quiet.

After a while, he had a new inspiration—

Felix said softly, "Palmtops."

A small, silver swift flew from his wand and circled the office at great speed, leaving slender afterimages in its owner's eyes.

The hazy silver light made the room look beautiful, and finally it landed lightly in front of Felix.

'What would happen if I infused some of my memories into my guardian spirit?'

That's what Felix thought, and that's what he did; a memory of the same color merged into Swift's body.

Under his expectant gaze, the swift shattered silently.

This was beyond his expectations. Why did this happen?