A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 Early the next morning, Felix got the research materials in the responsive room.

　　 He easily found the "bubbly surface, like a big cabinet with strong acid" in Tom's mouth. After using the Levitating Charm to move the cabinet away, he found a dusty wooden box hidden in the back.

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

　　 There is no curse, no black magic, and no traps.

　　 This disappointed Felix, who was heavily armed and treated with caution.

　　 Except for the strong stench from the half-concealed cabinet, which forced him to impose a head-foaming spell on himself, the whole process was beyond imagination.

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

Frankly speaking, this process was a bit awful. The data contained a lot of anatomical drawings of magical creatures and Slytherin's own annotations. When Felix brushed his hand across the paper, he seemed to be able to hear these creatures before they died. Wailing.

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

　　 Felix quickly closed his heart with Occlumency. He resisted the discomfort and read the information on the parchment.

　　Almost an hour later——

　　 "Hoo~"

　　 Felix sighed for a long time, his mood at the moment was very complicated.

　　 It would be difficult to understand the weight of the name Salazar Slytherin if only a few words from later generations. To some extent, Felix even somewhat understood why Tom Riddle was so enthusiastic and admired for Slytherin when he was sixteen or seventeen.

　　 It was definitely not because of the name of a Slytherin descendant.

He looked at the parchments in front of him. They were not just the carriers of knowledge—every parchment contained Salazar Slytherin’s thoughts and will when he was writing the materials. It was a kind of calm to coldness. In his eyes, all kinds of magic creatures are just materials that need to be studied. You can't feel the slightest sympathy and compassion for them.

　　 But it is this absolute calmness that makes Slytherin's research process extremely organized, and every line of text and every composition contains the ultimate charm of magic.

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

　　 This is not the influence of magic, but the powerful personal charm of a legendary wizard in the pursuit of magic.

　　 Felix reluctantly sealed the information completely, "That's not my way." He warned himself.

　　 There are only three parchment papers left in front of him, all of which he has selected the most suitable knowledge for him.

　　 But Felix didn't start studying immediately. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery of Hogwarts in the distance.

　　 His heart is upset.

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

　　 Many books in the magic world are potentially dangerous, and not everyone is qualified to read them. Just like the restricted book zone at Hogwarts, there are a lot of dangerous books locked in it—not only the knowledge recorded in it, but many books, just reading it will cost you a painful price.

　　 And Tom Riddle’s purpose is obvious, to borrow 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 piercing.

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

　　 "...In a sense, we are all pursuing the ultimate in magic by different paths. But I have my way, and I won't jump into your realm just because you go further."

　　 "People start from small and weak. Thousands of years ago, did you feel confused about your own path like 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 shoulder to shoulder with you until I surpass you. "

　　 Felix has been standing in front of the window, watching the sun rise until the mid-sky. When its light spread across every corner of Hogwarts, his heart became firm again.

This morning, Felix did not think about any magic issues, but he felt that his understanding of "magic" itself had taken a big step forward. This "progress" was all-round, and it could not be reflected in a specific magic. On the curse, it gave him a feeling of pushing away the fog.

　　 He knew that the bottleneck of his magical theory that had been stagnant for a long time had finally loosened.

　　 The accumulation of the past few years now has the qualification for qualitative change.

　　 Felix waved his magic wand, and the milky white light centered on him, illuminating the courtyard below, the greenhouse in the distance, the snow on the ground, and the frozen black lake.

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

　　 In the principal's office next to the main building of the castle, Dumbledore with his beard is holding a piece of bee candy in his hand. He raised his head, his azure blue eyes reflected bright gaze through the half-moon lens.

　　 "It's amazing." He said softly, "Right, Fox?"

　　 A palm-sized phoenix, combing through the feathers on his body~www.NovelMTL.com~ At this moment, in Hogwarts School, the world is performing all kinds of things——

　　Gidro Lockhart slept in bed, enjoying the leisure of Christmas holidays;

　　Professor McGonagall made a cup of coffee and flipped through the student's transcript;

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

　　Professor Sprout takes care of the naughty mandela grass in the warm greenhouse;

　　Professor Snape fiddled with a measuring cup with a look of disgust, and he had a booklet with illustrations on hand;

　　Hermione Granger looked in the mirror, tugging at the cat ears above her head in distress;

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

　　……

　　 On the snowy ground, two young wizards trek through the snow.

　　 Harry suddenly felt a white light flashing in front of his eyes. He looked around but found nothing.

　　 "Did you notice?" he said to his companion.

　　 "What?" Ron raised his head and said absently.

　　 "There seems to be a flash of light just now..."

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

　　 The two continued to step on the snow in the courtyard and walked in the direction of Professor McGonagall’s office.

　　 A gust of wind blew up, bringing up a few fallen leaves, and they heard their faint voice——

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

　　 "Sure, you are doing serious things. You should have changed your wand long ago."

　　 And in front of a window of the castle tower, Felix put away his wand calmly, and there was no more confusion in his eyes.

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