A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

But Dobby said nervously, "Dobby, Dobby doesn't know where our master is, and Dobby shouldn't reveal it..."

Felix was having a bit of a headache. He couldn't exactly stalk or break into Malfoy Manor, could he?

He used the same trick again, saying with absolute certainty, "Dobby, I actually know that Malfoy will come to me without me having to look for him..."

"How did Mr. Hyp know that the master would be coming to Hogwarts?" Dobby asked in surprise.

So, he'll come to Hogwarts? What for? To see Dumbledore?

“Of course I know he has to come, on that day…” Felix said softly, slowing his voice.

“Yes, my master wrote that he will definitely win the Quidditch Cup and beat Potter, but Dobby thinks that’s impossible,” the elf said biasedly.

So it was on the day of Quidditch, Gryffindor versus Slytherin?

Having obtained the information he wanted, Felix subtly changed the subject: "I think so too. Potter has an extraordinary talent for Quidditch."

“That’s right!” Dobby responded excitedly. “Mr. Potter is excellent. If it weren’t for Dobby casting a spell on the ball…”

He became depressed.

“But even so, I remember Potter still managed to catch the Golden Snitch,” Felix said calmly.

“You were trying to protect Potter, so I suggest you find some time to apologize to Potter and explain things clearly.”

……

A new week has begun.

Ancient magic script class.

Felix, beaming, said to the sixth-grade students, "Congratulations! You've completed this year's coursework ahead of schedule. That's an outstanding achievement!"

The male and female wizards in the audience applauded.

Their feelings were genuine, and their learning progress had indeed accelerated considerably that year. Professor Hyp provided a variety of novel and interesting learning methods: magical puppets, classroom competitions, answer parchments, magical script essays, 'forged' magical journals, and the latest leaderboards...

Sixth grade is a special time. They have just gone through a whole year of rigorous study, have a wealth of knowledge, and do not have to worry about exams. This makes Felix very willing to try all sorts of new things in the advanced class.

As it turns out, his approach was also very popular. After taking the OWLs exam, most students still chose ancient spellbooks, except for one or two students who had no other courses to choose from.

Felix looked at them and said, "There are about three and a half months left in this school year. We will be adding a new format to our classes: practical classes."

A practical lesson in ancient magic runes? That's a novel idea.

Before Professor Hyp arrived, this course had always been considered a theoretical one. After his arrival, everyone realized that runes also had many practical uses.

But Professor Hyp himself has said that practical runes are meant to 'enhance student interest' and will not become the mainstream of the course.

"Professor, are you planning to add the creation of magical golems?" a witch with long curly hair asked, raising her hand.

“Miss Krivat, is your magical puppet fully repaired?” Felix raised an eyebrow.

"Not yet, Professor."

"That's it. The practice I'm referring to is extracting the most vivid and interesting parts from your potential future careers."

The thirty-odd students in the classroom looked at each other in bewilderment; Felix's words had touched upon a blind spot in their knowledge.

"Grab your wands and backpacks, and come with me."

Felix led them to a closed classroom. He touched the doorknob with his finger, and several rune patterns appeared in the air with sparks before quickly disappearing.

"Click!" The door opened a crack.

“By cleverly adding a few runes to the locking spell, you can effectively resist conventional breaking spells,” Felix told them a little trick. “Of course, there’s no way to break it by brute force.”

He pushed open the door, and the students following closely behind him peered inside.

The room was pitch black, as if all light had been swallowed up. Just as they were about to take a closer look, a cold wind blew up from inside, making them shiver.

As the wind blew, the faint cawing of crows could be heard.

"Professor, this is..." a male wizard asked somewhat fearfully. This room... why is it so eerie?

Could the other side be some kind of dark wizard's lair?

Professor Hyp said in a calm voice, "In 1842, the Ministry of Magic discovered an ancient wizard's secret house in a swamp. Because of the passage of time, the magic had worn off, and the house appeared on its own."

"At the time, the Ministry of Magic organized a group of people to explore the secret room and its surroundings, and they eventually brought back a lot of magical manuscripts."

The students listened quietly, and then they heard Professor Hep say with great pride, "I researched a lot of materials and recreated the scene through descriptions and photographs."

"Our practical lesson will be here. I hope you will like it."

Chapter 143 Practical Lesson (Part 1)

An ordinary classroom door seems to separate two worlds.

On one side is a warm and peaceful school, and on the other is a dark and unknown world where a chilly draft sometimes blows through...

The students stared at Professor Hyp's face with slight hesitation, as if trying to read something, but Felix just looked at them encouragingly.

Penelope couldn't help but swallow hard, her voice clear as Percy, sitting two seats away, asked, "Professor? Is there any danger?"

“What? Oh, of course not… Why do you think that?” Felix looked at him in surprise, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the others.

"...I understand. Don't worry. Well, I did add some fun and surprising elements, but our lessons are still Ancient Runes, not Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Go ahead, I'll be the last one."

The wizards and witches went inside one after another, with Felix following behind, and closed the classroom door.

"boom!"

……

The light in this mysterious space was very dim, making it impossible for them to determine its exact size.

Some faint sounds entered their ears: the sound of wind, the cawing of crows, the chirping of insects, and some strange rustling syllables.

More than thirty students huddled together like quails, standing there helplessly, seemingly waiting for the professor's instructions. Only seven or eight people raised their wands, chanted "Flash of Light," and used the magical light to survey their surroundings.

Felix shook his head, and the next second his voice came from above the ceiling.

"Young wizards, you are now Ministry of Magic staff from 150 years ago, proficient in runes. Your orders are to inspect the surrounding area, eliminate dangers, and bring back valuable manuscripts."

"You must act like professionals, careful and cautious, but also leave no stone unturned. Magic manuscripts don't just sit idly by the door, and knowledge isn't confined to a single medium. Trust me, there's much here for you to explore."

"Now, take out your wands, and if necessary, take out the parchment to make a record. I will be watching you."

Then the sound disappeared.

After a brief silence...

"Ahem!" Percy cleared his throat, raised his wand to attract the attention of the others, and said, "I think this is the professor's test for us, and we should give it a satisfactory answer. As the prefect, I am willing to lead everyone..."

“There’s more than one prefect here!” a Slytherin student retorted. Amid the cacophony of voices, the students quickly divided themselves into four teams according to their houses.

The Ravenclaws number twelve, the Gryffindors seven, the Slytherins five, and the Hufflepuffs nine.

The other three houses each had a prefect, and Hufflepuff also selected a highly respected wizard. They gathered around a rock and discussed what to do.

“We should explore the boundaries of this place. It’s obvious the professor has cast a Stretch-Without-Screen Charm, so this place can’t be too big.”

"Excuse my bluntness, but I think we should find the safe house the professor mentioned and get the manuscript as soon as possible. I don't want to stay here for another second!"

"You're going to split up?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"Gentlemen, we'd better act together."

……

Percy advocated exploring the surrounding area first and assigning clear tasks to each person, but the Slytherin prefect objected, insisting on finding the safe house as quickly as possible, "that's the key information the professor provided!"

Of the other two houses, Penelope supports Percy, while Hufflepuff suggests that everyone act together.

Ten minutes passed quietly.

However, opinions remained divided, and in the end, everyone decided to act as a unit of the academy, with one person staying behind to release a cluster of red sparks into the sky every ten breaths. After doing this ten times, they would release green sparks, and everyone would quickly return to share their information.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teamed up, while Slytherin and Hufflepuff acted together to maintain a balance in numbers.

"Everyone, repeat after me: Fluorescent Flash!" Percy said.

Beams of light emerged from the darkness, and a patch of starlight also lit up not far away, bringing a sense of relief to both sides.

They randomly chose a direction and marched forward cautiously, taking each step carefully. However, every now and then a flock of crows would fly up around them, making a "cawing" sound, which made them feel uneasy.

They unconsciously sped up.

Percy's slightly trembling voice came through: "We're still students, we definitely won't encounter any extraordinary dangers, at most some small traps or something..."

Penelope said calmly, "We are just having a special practical lesson, which will not last more than two hours."

The wizards and witches relaxed slightly.

"Wait! What's that over there?" Quidditch captain Wood said, pointing ahead.

"Is it a pile of stones?" Percy squinted and looked into the distance.

"No, it's...it's a tombstone!" Wood stammered.

In the shadows, rows of tombstones stood, darker than the night itself.

After a brief moment of panic, they gathered five people and prepared to go and take a look.

"Don't worry, there's no danger," Percy said in a very unconvincing tone.

The group of five cautiously explored the cluster of tombstones, their feet sinking into the soft soil, occasionally making the sound of twigs snapping. In the silence, Percy suddenly spoke up: "Penelope, you should stay."

“I am the prefect!” Penelope retorted.

"But……"

“Oh, come on, you two,” the burly Wood turned around, “even couples have to pick their time to argue. We’re busy right now.”

"Who, who said we're a couple?" The two stared at him, dumbfounded.

“I’m not stupid…” Wood muttered.

Percy and Penelope fell silent instantly, and even the sudden croaking of frogs no longer seemed so frightening.

In a slightly awkward atmosphere, they entered the group of tombstones.