A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

Upon returning to school, the two parted ways.

On his way back to his office, Felix saw several young wizards whose expressions showed obvious awe and gratitude, which puzzled Felix.

Has the story about Pipi Ghost spread? Could it be another outrageous rumor?

All the young wizards he encountered had similar looks in their eyes. Felix couldn't contain his curiosity and called out to one of them, "Fenrir, what's been happening in the castle lately?"

Justin Finley looked at him with admiration. "Professor Hyp, it's about Peeves."

Felix thought to himself, "So that's how it is. Could it be the rumor that I killed Peeves?"

He said gently, "Tell me more about it."

Justin said somewhat excitedly, "Several Slytherin students said you couldn't stand Peeves' pranks, so you taught him a lesson with magic."

There's nothing wrong with getting this far, Felix thought.

"please continue."

"...Everyone noticed that Pippi had become strange. He seemed to be imitating the way different students spoke, and he was also acting silly."

It's fine here too.

"And then?" He wanted to know at what step the information transmission went wrong.

"Then, Ron's twin brother noticed Peeves' strange behavior, and they conjured up a large fan and fanned Peeves around the castle as if on display."

Felix: "...Very creative ideas. Have they gotten into any trouble?"

Does attracting a large number of ghosts count?

"ghost?"

“Yes, they were clapping and cheering, especially a short, chubby ghost with big glasses; she was absolutely thrilled,” Justin Finley said.

Is it the weeping myrtle? Felix wondered.

"Where are they now?" He decided to go and check.

“Oh, they were originally in the courtyard—they were preparing to hold a makeshift party, and then Professor McGonagall took them away.”

“She looked very unhappy,” Justin added.

Chapter 141 Testing the Crown

Felix dismissed Justin and returned to his office.

He had never imagined that he would meet people like the Weasley twins, who seemed to dedicate all their enthusiasm to pranks and antics. No wonder Professor McGonagall looked so annoyed when she mentioned the twins when he joined the company.

'I wonder how their research on the "magic phone" budget version is going?'

Felix thought to himself that although the magical world as a whole had a tendency to reject technological products, their shadow could still be faintly seen.

For example, the Hogwarts Express, the Knight Bus, the Magical Radio... these are things recognized by the Ministry of Magic and can be used legally, but they need to be subject to reasonable regulation.

The Ministry of Magic has a special department—the Division for the Prevention of the Misuse of Muggle Items—that is responsible for handling related matters.

The word 'abuse' speaks volumes.

Most of the violators modify Muggle items and then return them to ordinary people, causing various magical accidents.

For Felix, modifying an existing mobile phone wouldn't be difficult—the simplest way is to add runes to it to block Hogwarts' influence, just like he did with the miniature movie projector.

But what is the use?

What he hopes to see is more possibilities and more positive developments in the wizarding world, rather than persuading every wizard to have a mobile phone.

It is indeed an undeniable fact that he has high hopes for twins.

These scattered thoughts flashed through his mind one by one, but quickly subsided.

Felix waved his wand, locking the doors and windows, and cast a thief-sense charm—the caster would receive a signal when someone entered the charm's range.

He took the crown from the ring, and after being restored by Lady Ravenclaw, it was no longer a dilapidated, rusty piece, but a jewel-encrusted, sparkling crown.

The crown is shaped like an eagle, with a sky sapphire set in the chest and rows of carefully arranged pearls symmetrically decorated on the two outstretched wings.

Felix put on the crown.

'Nothing has changed...'

After quietly contemplating for two minutes, Felix made notes on a piece of parchment—

No noticeable changes when worn;

Then, Felix picked up a stack of parchment, which was information he had obtained from Lockhart, but the "hidden legacy" he mentioned was actually a 'surprise' that Madam Ravenclaw had left for her students.

Felix forced himself to temporarily forget the existence of the crown and carefully studied the magic on it—he had already memorized this information and even had a rough grasp of the ancient magic on it.

This time, he sensed something was different.

His mind became more active, like countless tiny bubbles rising on the surface of water about to boil, making it easier for him to access existing knowledge.

Assimilating new knowledge is actually a continuous process of internalization—connecting what was originally unfamiliar with one's existing cognitive system.

This process requires constantly drawing upon existing knowledge to understand the unknown.

The crown clearly accelerated this process.

When he thought about memory magic, the relevant memories were clearly activated, in an extremely active state, as if shouting to him: I can connect with it, look at me!

Felix recorded on parchment—

When wearing it, similar types of knowledge are more easily mobilized;

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Because of my own limited knowledge, I am unable to directly provide knowledge."

To verify this conclusion, Felix rummaged through his collection of books and found a copy of "A New Theory of the Political Attributes of Power." This book was one of Professor Snape's potential Christmas gifts at the time. He chose it because the handwriting was small and dense, and the content was so dry that it could make one's head spin.

He patiently read through a dozen pages, feeling his stomach churning.

He wrote a line on the parchment—

It offers almost no help in completely unfamiliar fields or areas where knowledge is lacking.

He then conducted seven or eight more tests, recording them on parchment.

The sky darkened without us even realizing it.

Felix looked at the entries recorded on the parchment and compared them in his mind to the Mind Hut, Mind Acceleration, and Buffet's Mind-Boosting Potion.

Of these three, accelerated thinking focuses on improving reaction speed and is actually a dueling magic.

The other two types, the "mind box," accelerate the thought process, creating the illusion of extended time. In other words, it allows you to complete a conclusion that would normally take three hours to reach in just one hour.

Moreover, it is not connected to reality; after all, people cannot improve their practical skills through 'thinking'.

As for Buffet's Mind-Boosting Potion, it's not so demanding. It can significantly enhance mental power. Since it's a real-world potion, it's effective for memorizing knowledge and practicing magic, but it actually focuses more on knowledge retention. Many young wizards hope to use it to cram for exams at the last minute.

"Indeed, the crown is more useful." The mere fact that it can activate specific knowledge areas and accelerate the absorption of new knowledge of the same type is enough to make people flock to it.

Moreover, about six or seven hours have passed since the start of the research, and Felix has no other aftereffects except for being a little hungry.

Just to be on the safe side, Felix dug out his long-unused 'psychological measurement scale,' made some modifications, and prepared to record it for a month first.

He wasn't worried that Ms. Ravenclaw would harm anyone, but rather that there might be some unknown influence.

Felix removed the crown and looked at it quietly: "Aside from its slightly feminine design, it has no other obvious flaws."

"Actually, if you look closely, it's just that some people are slender and agile; it's not necessarily exclusive to women. Ladies in Ravenclaw are quite dignified..."

After 10 p.m., Felix was getting ready to rest when a copper nut in his pocket suddenly became scalding hot.

"Finally, it's here."

Felix gripped the Fever Nate tightly—the same one he'd given Dobby—and responded by channeling magic into the coin.

He then waited quietly for about a minute—

A house-elf wearing an old pillowcase suddenly appeared in the office, and the office immediately emitted a "whooshing" sound. Felix casually turned off the sound.

This is the effect of the defensive spell he casually set up before studying the crown.

Dobby the elf was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any questions. He greeted him respectfully, saying, "Dobby sends his regards to Mr. Hep. It's so nice to see you again."

“Me too, Dobby,” Felix said. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

Chapter 142 Practical Lesson?

The little elf swayed slightly uneasily, his tennis ball-sized green eyes bulging even more. "Dobby believes that now that Mr. Harry Potter is safe... Dobby has no reason to show up again, especially not for his own sake..."

Felix went along with him, saying, "We're just chatting. Who says elves can't have wizard friends?"

"Is it true? Dobby can become friends with a great wizard like you?" The little elf made a praying gesture, his body involuntarily leaning forward.

"Of course, Dobby."

"This, this is such an honor, Dobby! Dobby is Mr. Hyp's friend!" The little elf bowed deeply, his long, thin nose touching the floor.

"Alright, Dobby, let's get down to business. Please have a seat."

Dobby sat down against the edge of the sofa. "Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

"Dobby, Lucius Malfoy probably doesn't know that the diary has been destroyed yet, right?"

Seeing Dobby's expression rapidly deteriorate and he seemed about to bang his head against the wall, Felix quickly stopped him, saying, "Actually, I already knew. He had no idea the diary was destroyed."

"How did you know?" Dobby asked curiously.

Judging from your reaction… but Felix replied, “I have my own sources of information.”

Dobby had no doubt about this and nodded in agreement.

Felix continued, "Does Malfoy have any travel plans in the near future? I'd like to speak with him alone."

He was about to go and ambush them.

All it takes is a confusion spell to make him think Dobby is not doing his job properly, thus directing the punishment towards 'expelling Dobby'—simple and direct.

For other house-elves, being banished by their owners is a tragic event, and they would repeatedly beg for forgiveness. But Dobby is different; he yearns for freedom.

If Lucius does this, Dobby will be absolutely overjoyed to leave Malfoy Manor.

Of course, all of this had to be kept from Dobby, lest his ingrained instinct for obedience cause him to react strongly and steer things in an uncontrollable direction.