After the students left, Felix sat alone in the armchair and fell into thought. Several pieces of parchment floated in front of him, and lines of letters appeared one by one, as if an invisible quill was writing words on it.

The thick white mist dissipated as if it was sunlight. The unobstructed square was imitated with the competition arena of the Wizard Duel, and the arena with circular walls and the maze of twists and turns disappeared little by little, as if it had never appeared.

Here it turned into a dazzling white area, the ground was as smooth as a mirror, and there was nothing around it.

The memories of several professors came out. They were like real people, but in the end they were just a memory. All their emotions remained in the past and would not bother them at this moment.

"It's still too deserted here," said the young Albus Dumbledore, creating a carved chair for himself and sitting down: "I prefer the excitement."

Felix pulled out his chin-holding hand, put together a few parchment papers, and smiled and said, "Then persuade yourself. I can see that the principal has some ideas. This is exactly what I hope. Maybe only he can convince Mr. Scarmand."

"If it's about the memory of magical animals, it's not that difficult... Newt is a very kind person, unless," the young Albus Dumbledore looked at him playfully, with reddish-brown hair slightly curly, "You want more."

"Yes," admitted Felix, "I hope he leaves a memory, after all, the knowledge that can be written in books is only a small part of his precious thought."

The young Felix Happ curled his lips, "It's so confusing." He said incisively, "Personal knowledge can help students, but invisible ones can help him."

Several professors present laughed.

The young Minerva McGonagall did not laugh, and looked at them with bright eyes, and snorted angrily: "Gentlemen, we should work."

"It's right," said the young Frieve, who turned his legs into a cloud of mist and floated in the air, looking like a lamp god who came out of a Muggle fairy tale. "Today we're just trying out, and there are many interesting scenes in my mind, such as the Goblin Tribe."

The young Albus Dumbledore shook his head, "Can I say that my memories of school are boring, but I did use the summer vacation to visit some interesting people, some of whom are still in communication with me. To write the paper, I have spent a long time observing the tribe of giants, horses and trolls..."

The young Felix Happ murmured in a low voice: "Compared with them, I am like a blank piece of paper." He glanced at his body, "How about setting up a black market exhibition around the world, letting students practice disguise and infiltrate, and discover people with ulterior motives? But I need your help."

Felix said a little frustratedly: "What black market? That's just a part of the customs and customs of foreign magic circles. I was just curious for a moment..."

But his words were ignored, and several professors became busy.

Mountains, gullies, caves, taverns... goblins, giants, horses, giant monsters... all kinds of scenes are stacked on each other. They appear for the first time today, but they have been remembered by this space. When necessary, they can call them as administrators at will.

...

Harry has been very busy recently. On Monday, he declined the invitation of Nick, who was almost headless in Gryffindor's ghost. He heard that they held a banquet and invited all the ghosts. However, in the middle, Pipi Ghost made a big fuss and stole a precious exhibit.

Hermione was also very busy, and she seemed to live in the library. Except for classroom 7 and classrooms, there were no people at all. From her roommate’s chat, she hadn’t gone to the kitchen to chat with the house elf for several days. Even when she occasionally glanced in the common room, she hid herself behind a pile of thick books, and he could only see a brown head.

As soon as get out of class comes, she will draw out small notes from her pocket, schoolbag, and textbook mezzanine, count the above questions one by one, and ask different professors.

He actually wanted to ask questions, but the key is that he didn't know what to ask. He pulled out one from Hermione's borrowed book and was drowsy when he read the second paragraph. He and Ron wandered aimlessly in the library's forbidden book area, watching these knowledge that did not belong to him. He could only choose books with the words "duel", "power", and "spells" on the name. Ron was almost the same. He was very interested in a book of cursed tied in chains. There was a witch who was howling painfully on the cover of the book. The witch seemed to pull his head out of the book.

But Harry thought Ron simply thought the cover was cool, or the pain of the witch's pointed chin and light-colored hair were a bit like Malfoy, so he stopped because Ron soon lost interest in it.

...

Felix found that this year's Hogwarts conferences have become more and more popular. Sometimes when he just finished class from the classroom or was answering a student's question, Professor McGonagall's cat-shaped patron saint would suddenly jump in front of him and bring Professor McGonagall's message.

"Ifamoni's delegation is coming."

He sat in the long faculty lounge with many professors, bathed in the light of bright and soft magic lamps, and listened to Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore crossed his hands, leaned against the back of the chair, and a faint smile floated on the corner of his mouth, showing a confident expression.

But Felix estimated that he was thinking about some other things. He also possessed this skill and had deliberately practiced it.

However, he was more concerned about Professor McGonagall's speech, and Professor Sprout had asked him about his confusion: "So early? Boothbarton and Demstrong will have about two weeks to arrive."

Professor McGonagall explained: "The representative of Ifamoni hopes to come in advance, be familiar with the environment, and understand Hogwarts... This is closely related to everyone here. Dumbledore approved Ifamoni's students to take the courses of sixth and seventh grades."

The professors looked at Dumbledore, who smiled slightly, nodded, his beard trembling.

Trelawney, who was confused and unable to figure out the situation, raised her head and said sharply: "I am not a student who accepts it. Dumbledore. If they don't have enough spirituality, I will explain in advance that they will not learn more than a troll."

Snape was choked and he wanted to speak just now, but was taken first by Trelawney. He could only follow her words and say coldly: "I have the same idea, the principal. I can accept some students, but they must show enough talents in the subject of potions, otherwise, I can only arrange for them to enter lower grades, fifth grades, and fourth grades..."

Professor McGonagall looked at them hesitantly. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Don't worry, Severus, as far as I know, Ifamoni also has potions classes, or the founders of Ifamoni were deeply influenced by Hogwarts, and in terms of similarity to the courses, they were more closely connected than other schools."

"Ifamoni also has four academies, long-horned water snakes, cats, leopards, thunderbirds, and goblins. Of course, it is not the goblins that we think of in the garden. This interesting error comes from the difference in translation. In fact, they are native species in North America and have a relative relationship with the goblins in Europe. According to my speculation, it may be a distant relative of the goblins, who have lost their unique culture and hid themselves in the dense forest, but they have learned to use poisonous bows and arrows."

"These four academies represent a unique dividing angle of wisdom, body, soul and heart respectively, which makes it seem that Ifamoni's students will show obvious inter-academic traits, such as the Longhorn Water Snake Academy, which integrates some of the characteristics of Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"The differences in this similarity, and the ideological collisions they bring, are the most precious things."

"They may have an understanding and a snooping into our ideas, but understanding is mutual and we should welcome them," Dumbledore said to the professors.

After the meeting, Professor Pomona Sprout found Felix.

She is a professor of the Hogwarts Herbal Medicine Class and the dean of Hufflepuff Academy. She is optimistic and compassionate by nature, and has profound attainments for magical plants.
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