A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

Felix and Snape worked together to conjure hundreds of mats in the Great Hall for the students to use during practice, in order to prevent them from getting injured.

“Ron! You should be lying on the mat!” Hermione said to Ron, who was stiffly slumped on the floor.

After Ron came into contact with the spell, he grinned and said, "Easy for you to say. Can you adjust your landing point after you get hit?"

Hermione hurriedly changed the subject.

Felix and Snape watched the young wizards practice, discussing among themselves.

"Tsk tsk, even such a simple spell, half of the students haven't mastered it." Snape exuded a low-pressure aura.

"But they're progressing quickly, aren't they? Severus, don't you feel a great sense of accomplishment seeing clumsy students become excellent under your guidance?"

Snape glared at him.

Felix counted on his fingers: "Disarming Charm, Armor Charm, Tongue-locking Charm, Body-binding Charm, and Belby also taught the Sense-Shifting Charm and Exorcism Charm in Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"In addition to the prank spells they themselves possess, the number is already quite large."

Snape looked at him. "You mean—"

"Increase the weight of other parts, such as pace and situation assessment, especially in actual combat."

“I have no objection, Felix,” Snape said softly, his eyes distant.

Chapter 147 Forbidden Forest

The Easter holiday lasts about two weeks, during which time Hogwarts is already in summer, and the school is full of lush bushes and laurel trees.

But the students didn't feel any leisure during the holidays. The professors assigned a lot of homework, which made the Easter holiday far less fun than the Christmas holiday.

Especially under Belby's guidance, the professors (led by McGonagall) successively discovered new uses for the answer parchment, constantly writing new questions on it.

In the common room, Ron stared wide-eyed as he made a simple die out of parchment and chose an answer based on the result.

As a result, he rolled the highest number, six, three times in a row.

He pressed the tip of his wand against the dice and shouted angrily, "Look closely, there are only five possible answers. If you give me another one that doesn't exist..."

Hermione looked up impatiently. "Can't you just do it yourself?"

Ron slumped onto the table in despair: "What can I do? Every professor assigns so much homework."

"You just piled all your homework to the last minute! For the first three days, you watched Harry train every single day!"

Amidst the commotion, Harry dragged his weary body back; he looked quite exhausted.

“Harry, are you alright?” Hermione asked with concern. “You don’t look well.”

“I’m fine,” Harry said, noticing his voice was unusually hoarse. He cleared his throat and explained, “I spent too much time discussing tactics with Wood…”

"We are currently in first place, and Slytherin is in second place. The scores are very close."

"How many points is the difference?" Ron asked with interest, casually stuffing the parchment containing the answer key into his bag.

Thirty points.

"This number is dangerous."

"Wood said the same thing. They're getting better and better at using the new brooms and have scored a lot of points in later rounds of the tournament."

When is the next match?

"The first Saturday after the holiday ends."

Harry took out his parchment and began to do his homework. He saw Hermione drawing squares with different colored inks.

"what is this?"

Hermione didn't look up. "The study schedule."

Ron's mouth dropped open: "Hermione, aren't you thinking this way too soon?"

“I must remind you,” Hermione looked up at them seriously, “that we only have six weeks until the exams.”

……

Deep in the forbidden forest.

Felix and Belby trudged through the knee-deep grass. There were no paths left; as far as the eye could see, there were tall trees, low shrubs, and wildly growing herbaceous plants.

A thin layer of mist gave the Forbidden Forest a hazy, dreamlike appearance.

During the Easter holidays, Felix and Belby agreed to explore the Forbidden Forest together. Belby planned to create a Forbidden Forest creatures project for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, while Felix simply wanted to see some new and interesting plants and animals and collect some materials for his experiments.

"Belby, wait!"

Felix crouched down, parted a bush, and carefully plucked a magical plant with black roots and white flowers, roots and all.

Belby glanced at it and said excitedly, "It's black root grass? This stuff is quite rare. What are you going to do with it?"

"I'm going to prepare a potion, a recipe I found in the library, that can neutralize the cold and damp properties of magical creature materials."

Belby pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know that. I only know that taking black root grass can effectively resist the damage of black magic."

"The effect is so exaggerated?" Felix looked at the black plant in his hand with some surprise.

"It can only be said that it has some effect... In fact, it would be better to make it into a potion, which has a miraculous effect on various black magic damages." Belby is an authority in this field.

Felix transplanted the black root grass into a copper vessel. Belby took out a thumb-sized transparent glass tube from his robe and carefully dripped two drops of medicine onto it. "Alright, it should survive the transplant period if you want to raise it."

"I need its flowers, which part do you need?"

“Roots,” Belby said without hesitation.

The two exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

This was the third day of their forbidden forest expedition, and they were quite familiar with each other's attitudes and habits.

A series of heavy footsteps came from afar.

Both of them simultaneously pointed their wands in that direction.

The Forbidden Forest is also known as the Dark Forest because its dense, tall trees block out all sunlight. The bushes ahead swayed violently, and in the dim light, Belby shouted nervously, "Who's there?"

"Woof! Woof woof!" A huge black hunting dog emerged from the dense foliage, followed by a burly figure.

His height was extremely imposing, making him look like a giant, and his tangled black hair and beard almost completely covered his face.

“Hello, Hagrid,” Felix greeted.

Hagrid, carrying a large bucket, first glanced warily at Belby, then relaxed when he saw Felix behind him. "Hello, Felix."

Hagrid said gruffly, "What are you doing here?"

“Find some magical materials.” Felix waved the bronze vessel in his hand. Then, he placed the blackroot grass into a specific area of ​​the ring.

"I've come to see the creatures of the Forbidden Forest and pick some to use in the young wizards' lessons," Belby said.

"Really?" Hagrid asked with interest. "What's the goal?"

“Some dark creatures,” Belby said, “are not part of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.”

Felix suddenly spoke up: "Hagrid, I heard that Professor Kettleburn has officially retired, and he recommended you to Dumbledore."

Hagrid's face flushed. "Yes, I haven't told anyone. I always felt there was something fishy about it... but Dumbledore promised to resolve my identity issue, and he always keeps his word."

Next, Hagrid led them around the neighborhood; he always managed to easily find traces left by various magical creatures. He pointed to a mark on the ground and said, "It looks like a porcupine's footprint, or maybe a Tepo warthog; I've seen them a few times..."

After walking a short distance, Hagrid said to them, "This is unicorn territory, but they've just had their babies and are very wary."

Hagrid placed the barrel on an open ground, stepped back a short distance, and whistled.

Two or three minutes later, a tall and agile male unicorn emerged, its fur snow-white, and it stared warily at Felix and Belby.

“Ruby, these two are my friends,” Hagrid said from a distance, then turned to the two and explained, “I brought them some nutrients that are good for female unicorns after they give birth.”

The unicorn nodded to Hagrid, then carried the large bucket away.

"Have they always been this arrogant?" Belby asked with interest.

Hagrid said gruffly, "Actually, it's not like that. Take humans, for example. We're considered strange by some creatures, for instance. We don't even eat raw meat. It's just a matter of habit, isn't it?"

“A very interesting point, Hagrid.”

Chapter 148 Fantastic Beasts

Not long after, the male unicorn returned. It gracefully walked up to the three of them, lowered its head, and placed the empty bucket down.

Up close, Felix noticed that its mane shimmered, white as pearls, and even the gray Forbidden Forest could not conceal the radiance emanating from it.

On a high, brown slope, a slender unicorn watched them from afar, with a small unicorn with golden fur beside it.

"Look! Look!" Hagrid rubbed his hands together excitedly, his face filled with fascination. "That's your child, isn't it, Ruby?"

The unicorn named Ruby nuzzled Hagrid's hand affectionately.

Soon, Ruby leaped up the slope and left with its family.

The mottled silvery-white light followed their figures until they disappeared completely.

“I’ll show you around,” Hagrid said. “I don’t have anything else to do anyway.”

He looked at the black hunting dog: "Tooth, you go home first."

It bared its white teeth and made a "woof woof" sound—

"Go ahead, don't worry, I'll be back later." Hagrid stroked its head with his large hand.

Hagrid didn't realize he was still carrying a bucket until Toothy disappeared from sight.

“I should have let Ya Ya take the bucket back,” he said regretfully.

Felix tapped it with his wand, transforming it into a silver cane.

Hagrid swung his cane excitedly twice—it drew a dense, impenetrable silver streak and made a whistling sound, almost hitting Belby on the head.

"Watch out, Hagrid!"

"I'm sorry, I got a little excited. Is your name Baby?"

“Belby, Damocles Belby.”

“Oh, uh, well, Professor Bellby.”