A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 75: Next 1 Legend

Early the next morning, Felix got the research materials in the Room of Requirement.

He easily found the "big cabinet with blisters on the surface, as if it had been splashed with strong acid" in Tom's mouth. After dislodging the cabinet with a Levitation Charm, he found a dusty wooden chest hidden in the back.

He waved his wand cautiously, his body gleaming with layers of protective magic, and opened the long-sealed box with an unlocking spell. Inside was a thick stack of neatly cut parchment.

There are no curses, no dark magic, and no traps.

This disappointed Felix, who was fully armed and cautious.

Except for the strong stench emanating from the half-covered cabinet, which made him have to cast a bubble head spell on himself, the whole process was easy beyond imagination.

Back in the office, Felix couldn't wait to flip through this document.

Frankly speaking, this process was a bit frustrating. The data contained a large number of anatomical diagrams of magical creatures and annotations by Slytherin himself. A cry before death.

This reminded him of his own experience of studying black magic. His heart seemed to be soaked in foul-smelling black water, and invisible arms desperately dragged him down.

Felix quickly used Occlumency to seal his heart. He endured the discomfort and read the information on the parchment.

Almost an hour later—

"Hoo~"

Felix let out a long breath, his mood at the moment was very complicated.

It is difficult to understand the weight of the name Salazar Slytherin simply from the words of later generations. To some extent, Felix even understood why Tom Riddle was so fanatical and respectful of Slytherin when he was sixteen or seventeen years old.

It's not because of the name of a Slytherin descendant.

He looked at the parchments in front of him, they were not just carriers of knowledge—each parchment contained the thoughts and will of Salazar Slytherin himself when writing materials, which is a kind of Calm to cold and rational, in his eyes, all kinds of magical creatures are just materials that need to be studied, and you can't feel the slightest sympathy and pity for them.

But it was this absolute calmness that made Slytherin's research process extremely organized. Every line of text and every composition contained the ultimate charm of magic.

Even under the protection of Occlumency, Felix couldn't help being fascinated, and the idea of ​​following in Slytherin's footsteps surged in his heart.

This is not the influence of magic, but the powerful personal charm exuded by a legendary wizard on the road of pursuing magic.

Felix suppressed his reluctance to completely seal up the information, "That's not my way." He warned himself.

There are only three parchments left in front of him, all of which he has selected to best suit his knowledge.

However, Felix did not start researching immediately. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant scenery of Hogwarts.

His mind was disturbed.

"Heh! Tom, is this your plan? You can find a way to fight back under extreme disadvantage." Felix murmured.

Many books in the magic world are potentially dangerous, and not everyone is qualified to read them. Just like the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts, there are a large number of dangerous books locked in it-not only the knowledge recorded in it, but many books, just reading will pay a painful price.

And Tom Riddle's purpose is obvious, borrowing the attraction of Salazar Slytherin's own magical path to influence and assimilate Felix's thoughts.

I can't beat you, and I can't influence you, but I can find someone stronger than me and let his thoughts change you.

The winter sun is warm but not dazzling, the snow in the courtyard is white but not dazzling, and the cold wind blowing through the tower is bitter but not biting.

He looked into the distance and said softly: "Salazar Slytherin..."

"...In a sense, we all go to the same goal by different routes, and we are all pursuing the ultimate magic. But I have my own path, and I will not jump to your field just because you go further."

"Everyone starts out weak. Thousands of years ago, you were not as confused about your own path as I am today?"

"Now you are a steep and dangerous mountain in my eyes, an unreachable legend, but time is on my side, and the future is on my side. One day, I will walk side by side with you until Beyond you."

Felix had been standing by the window, watching the sun rise to the mid-heaven, and when its light spread over every corner of Hogwarts, his heart became firm again.

This morning, Felix didn't think about any magical issues, but he felt that his understanding of "magic" itself had taken a big step forward. This "progress" is all-round, and it cannot be reflected in a certain In terms of the specific spell, it gave him a feeling of clearing the fog.

He knew that the bottleneck of his magic theory, which had stagnated for a long time, was finally loosened.

The accumulation of the past few years has the qualifications for a qualitative change at this moment.

Felix waved his wand, and the milky white light centered on him, illuminating the courtyard below, the greenhouse in the distance, the snow on the ground, and even the frozen Black Lake.

The mottled swaying dead branches and the shadow of the black stone by the lake disappeared at this moment.

In the headmaster's office next to the main building of the castle, the bearded Dumbledore held a piece of sizzling bee candy in his hand. He raised his head, his blue eyes reflected brightly through the half-moon lenses.

"It's a big deal," he said softly, "isn't it, Fox?"

A phoenix the size of a palm combs its feathers~IndoMTL.com~ At this moment, in Hogwarts school, various states of the world are being staged——

Gilderoy Lockhart sleeps soundly in bed, enjoying the leisure of the Christmas holiday;

Professor McGonagall brewed a cup of coffee and flipped through the students' transcripts;

Professor Flitwick waved his wand and read "Analysis of Charms" with gusto;

Professor Sprout is taking care of the naughty Mandrake in the warm greenhouse;

Professor Snape was fiddling with a measuring cup with a look of disgust, and there was a booklet with illustrations in his hand;

Hermione Granger looked in the mirror and tugged at the cat ears on top of her head in distress;

Luna Lovegood is sitting in the Ravenclaw lounge, shaking her head and reading a joke book;

……

On the snowy field, two young wizards trudge through the snow.

Suddenly, Harry felt a white light flash in front of his eyes. He looked around, but found nothing.

"Have you noticed?" he said to his companion.

"What?" Ron said absently, looking up.

"It seems that there was a flash of light just now..."

"Where is it?" Ron looked around, but found nothing.

The two continued to step on the snow in the courtyard and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office.

A gust of wind blew up a few fallen leaves, and their faint voices came——

"Harry, do you think Professor McGonagall will give me a fake?"

"Sure, you're serious. You should have changed your wand."

And in front of a window in the castle tower, Felix put away his wand calmly, without any confusion in his eyes.

"In the next millennium, I will be a legend."