Chapter 598 Wizard Level Examination (Please Monthly Tickets)

In classroom 7, Felix sat in a swivel chair and fell into deep thought.

Where he is located is a circular platform, and the ground seems to be carefully polished with a complete black gem, allowing people to see clearly.

In the air before him was a vague book, with uncertain size and shape, but when Felix looked over, the books became what he wanted.

He waved his wand and a silver physical guardian was condensed.

It was a small swift, and when it appeared, it immediately flew quickly over the circular room, circled twice, and landed directly in front of Felix, as if it had never moved.

Felix waved his wand for the second time. A sky blue round, fluffy feathered bird jumped down. It jumped and swayed on the ground. At the same time, a black eight-eyed giant spider covered with hard hair appeared out of nowhere. This terrifying creature seemed a little pleasing to the eye in the state of the patron saint. Next, Felix kept waving the wand, and magical animals appeared beside him.

There are long-horned water snakes with long horns on the top of their heads and green all over their bodies; there are golden phoenixes with two slender and beautiful feathers; there are group of tall and ferocious fire dragons with different shapes; there are also snow-white martened squids that cannot be named; and the nightshades with a pair of bat wings stretched out. If you observe carefully, you will find that a dementor is mixed in here. Even in the state of a patron saint, it looks like a black and gray rotten cloth head.

Compared with it, the rag rags in the Pig Head Bar are a hundred times better...

Felix sat in the center, like the headmaster of a magical zoo, staring at these strange patron saints in his eyes.

He looked at them over and over again.

These creatures seem to have their own ‘characters’ and are different.

For example, Yeshi was very brave, and his silver-gray eyes were preserved, while the ball-flying bird and unknown white marten seemed to have a strong curiosity and jumped everywhere; as for those fire dragons, they were roaring and their eyes were filled with anger, but they were not as tall as dozens of feet now, and they looked no bigger than the fiery red lizard lying on the ground, so when a small Hungarian tree bee raised its neck and roared, the bent bird snake next to it suddenly jumped up and knocked the fire dragon into a stagger.

Not far away, a long-horned water snake flashed into the smooth floor like a calm lake, swimming happily inside, then poked its head out from the other side and looked at the dazed spearhead beast.

...

If they have anything in common, it is that they have all been carefully studied by Felix. In other words, at least theoretically, he could easily become their kind.

There was a huge knock on the door outside, and it seemed that a giant monster was standing outside, waving a wooden stick and smashing the door hard.

Among all the professors in Classroom 7, the only one who can do such a thing is - um - himself. Felix curled his lips, and golden lines appeared on the walls of the circular room, which twisted into the shape of a door, and the next second, the door was pushed open from the outside.

“Wow!”

The memory whistled, and the whistle echoed on the smooth ground. He looked around, "Can you do this now? Hiss~ I really want to have this part of the knowledge!" As he said that, he turned his body into a silver and transparent state, his legs covered with fog, pretending that he was also a patron saint,

"Hi, big man, I'm your companion," the memory introduced himself to a tall thunderbird. "I," he pointed to himself, "and you-" his hand drew a circle horizontally, and circled all the magical animals present, "It's the same."

The Thunderbird glanced at him with his eyes, motionless.

Felix rolled his eyes.

"Beware, it is the embodiment of 'pride'."

"What's the function? Is it a statue?" The memory happily circled the thunderbird. The thunderbird, one head taller than a normal person, flapped its wings and blew away the memory. He floated to Felix as if he had no weight.

The eyes were facing each other, and the memory cleared his throat.

Felix suddenly thought of something and said to his memory, "I have a problem, and I need your help to refer to it." He said slowly: "Voldemort's soul has flaws. My idea is to work hard on this, but playing with the soul is a more taboo and evil field than time, and there is little public information...

I can modify the time of an apple, but I can't change the soul of a thorn.

Soul, memory, and emotions, there is an intersection. If I give me enough time—” Felix frowned.

Memory has a serious expression of listening.

"Continue talking!"

"—Don't interrupt." Felix said: "Whether it is the realm of time or soul, I was exposed to some scattered points at the beginning..."

For the former, Felix has research materials on all generations of silent people copied from the Department of Mysterious Affairs, and the hourly reversal of the curse is one of the results;

He still has plenty of time and energy.

The so-called "sufficient" is just relative. This thing is like a dementor. Once it is invested in research, the number will decrease sharply and will never be enough.

For the latter - the Soul Realm, Felix also occupies several insignificant footholds, such as the Unforgivable Spell and the Thes’s Perspective. However, it is only difficult to create a soul cage with these isolated points.

Fortunately, Felix is ​​very good at memory magic and has in-depth research on one of the branches, emotions. His busy work during this period is also related to this topic: using memory magic and emotional magic as a springboard to intervene in the field of souls.

His increasingly strange patron saint is a combination of these two.

In addition to the patron saint, Felix must also thank the Dementor for his contributions to his life.

Dementors do not belong to real life. They have some similar characteristics to Voldemort's remnant soul. If the guardian can trap Dementors, can it trap Voldemort's remnant soul?

This is what Felix is ​​doing. But he is a little hesitant now and doesn't know who should be the main force.

"Which emotion do you think Voldemort has the weakest resistance to?" Felix asked.

"Well..." the memory pondered.

"It can't be those negative emotions," Felix said to himself, "that's positive emotions? But can confession be divided into positive emotions? It may play an important role in the subsequent 'prison transformation', but it is used to arrest..."

He shook his head, maybe the effect wouldn't be too good.

"I think..." the memory opened his mouth.

"...but it's not certain," Felix's attitude shook again. "'Confession' is an emotion that Voldemort would never spontaneously. His self-proclaimed noble identity does not allow him to do so, so this emotion may cause him great pain."

"I said, why don't you put them together?" After being interrupted several times, the memory said in a very thumping tone.

"Together? Throw it over?" Felix blinked.

"Yes, it surges up." The memory is Nunuu's mouth towards the complex patron saints, "You have a whole army of patron saints."

Felix used his brains. It was not that he had not thought of similar ideas, but the patron saint was not used for fighting, but to trap Voldemort, and used as a cage. In essence, it is no different from the dementor's capture cage - at most it is that the cage that locks Voldemort must be more solid...

He was about to explain when a strange idea suddenly emerged in his mind, and he was fascinated by it.

Floating up? No, it is creating a certain cycle.

...

When he saw Sirius again the next day, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"I don't know what the old man is wrong." Sirius said with a bad look on his face, "Last night, he ran to my office to ask questions, and urged me-" He suddenly stopped, and said stiffly: "By the way, have you provoked him? He kept choreography."

"I'm more curious, how did he run to your office?" Felix asked.

He looked around the auditorium and saw that the two atmospheres in the school were clearly different. One was naturally the students who attended the class as usual. The final exam had not yet begun, so they were still in the mood to discuss whether breakfast was delicious, while the other, the fifth and seventh graders, were pale and could not swallow.

A seventh-grade Ravenclaw girl stared at the vegetable soup in a daze, while her companions looked at the strawberry pie that had just bitten two bites, as if worried about poison in it - or the other way around, Felix guessed in his heart.

Anyway, they had not moved for two minutes.

"Because I moved his portrait over," Sirius said in a slut, as if regretting his hasty decision, "just the day before I took office. He told me that even Clicher went to the kitchen to help in his spare time, there was no reason to leave him in the big house."

"So you agree?" Felix asked with some amusement. "You should know that his emotions are not real. He is not your great-grandfather, either."

"Yes, I know, although I haven't learned this knowledge, if you have to face the portraits of those ancestral and silly-talking ancestors since childhood, you will realize this without any knowledge like me." Sirius said with a gloomy face: "The portrait of the principal of Hogwarts is more realistic at most, but their reactions cannot exceed the initial settings..."

"Like my mother," he said dumbly: "She really left all her resentment on that portrait."

This is the sadness of the portrait.

They are like a carefully written program that mobilizes pre-stored memories before reacting - they are not living people, but items that give feedback according to old rules. Moreover, it is difficult for them to change their inherent ideas. Sirius is always the "unworthy descendant who shames the family" in Mrs. Black's mouth, and will never be forgiven.

However, from another perspective, their reaction is also the most realistic. If Phoenas Black's portrait shows enough importance to Sirius, it is likely that he will be when he is still alive.

Perhaps in Sirius's view, although it is just a portrait, it is indeed a rare thing that can be communicated normally with the Black family.

...

The Wizard Level Test will last for two weeks.

If you ask Felix what is different from the past three years, it is that he has become an extra-staff examiner - when he is free, he will maintain the discipline during the written examination with the examiners of the Wizard Examination Administration.

In previous years, these jobs belonged to the four deans.

Felix got the opportunity to invigilate the exam on the first and last day, and he had a strong sense of expectation for it. Of course, the last day is of great significance - that was the day when Dumbledore and Voldemort duel.

He was partnered with Professor TOFUDi. When Felix led the fifth-grade students from the foyer to the auditorium, many students were surprised to find that the four long dining tables disappeared, replaced by many single-person small tables.

"This exam is a spell theory, test paper, quill and ink are all on the table. Okay, you can start."

Professor TOFUDI finished speaking in the old man's slow speed, nodded to Felix, who turned a giant hourglass upside down.

The students opened the test paper and began to answer.

Felix stood on the podium. To him, this exam was like a microcosm of a highly concentrated real society. The students had strange expressions and various reactions were very interesting.

Frowning - Felix guessed that this student must not be ready;

Of course, there are also relaxed expressions. As time goes by, these people's emotions will go to two extremes. One type of people's expressions become more and more serious, and the eyebrows are condensed into a lump; the other type remains consistent from beginning to end.

Ron Weasley's performance is enough to be included in the case analysis, and it is still the difficulty of N.E.W.Ts - if Felix intends to conduct research on this aspect - his expression changes, and hesitation is changing rapidly. In a short period of time, Felix can only think that he may have a little bit of each question, but it is just a little bit...

Some students also showed surprise expressions, which were only a reaction that "when they encountered knowledge points they were good at during the exam." For example, Harry, he swore that he would never forget the floating spell in his life, and he believed that Ron was the same. After all, not everyone had the chance to knock a crazy monster out of neatness.

The second question is the cracking curse of the eye curse, which Harry can easily answer.

The third question is a bit difficult and describes the relevant knowledge of repairing the mantra in detail.

Harry carefully read Hermione's spell notes before the exam, so what appeared in his mind at this moment was not the font of the board on the textbook, but Hermione's handwritten handwriting.

He first wrote the definition of the repair mantra, "a curse that can be used to... repair... damaged objects." Why is there a definition of such a thing? Harry thought while writing, the memory behind him was a little blurry, and he could only summarize it in his own language.

After checking it, he added an adjective after 'fix', 'most'.

Then what? Harry looked up and thought, he saw Hermione sitting in front of him, whose head had never been raised, and the quill was spinning like a gyro. He stared at Hermione's messy hair in a daze. What would happen if he used a repair spell on them? Inspiration suddenly came to his mind, and he lowered his head and quickly wrote: "Tao things... cannot be used on people... they don't work for liquids in the container."
To be continued...