Library.

Felix has his hands in the books and hears nothing beyond the windows.

Yesterday's public lecture did not seem to affect him, even though he was the direct cause of such a stir.

He flipped through the book with his left hand and held his wand in his right hand and flicked it in small circles as a single magical text appeared and dissipated in the air. Mrs. Pince was watching intently from the sidelines, she had been staring at Felix for over half an hour.

Mrs. Pince is a thin, elderly woman who looks somewhat malnourished. But she is well suited to the job of librarian because she loves books and has a keen sense of detection and is always the first to find and punish students who break the rules.

If a student dared to pull out their wand and gesticulate in the library, she would have thrown them out, but Felix being a professor made her a little hesitant.

Luckily, Felix quickly left with two books, saving her from being so stumped.

Felix returned to his office and took a piece of chestnut wood out of his suitcase, magic pouring down from his carving knife, carving an ancient magical text into the surface of the chestnut.

Chestnut wood is a wand-making material, but in itself is like a blank piece of paper with little inclination to be cheap, and was discovered by Felix to practise ancient magical engravings.

The magic-infused carving knife leaves a magic symbol on the surface of the chestnut wood, and with each complete magic inscription sketched out, it glows with a fiery red light, which then quietly goes out again, branding it with a black mark.

Felix's speed in carving the magic symbols was so fast that it kept the surface of the chestnut shining. The carving knife kept dancing as if it's writing an immortal chapter that would go down in history, rather than carving a magic text.

After a few minutes Felix had filled the layer of chestnut wood, he drew his wand and brushed it across the top, a thin layer of wood instantly detached and flew off to the other side of the table.

Felix then took up his carving knife again and continued to work on the chestnut.

Only when the piece of chestnut had shrunk by three inches did he stop and stretch out in his spot.

In one corner of the table, thirty thin slabs of wood had been piled up like pages of a book, covered with ancient magical texts in black colour.

Felix calculated a number in his mind and nodded in satisfaction, "272 magic texts, that's the amount of power I currently have at my disposal."

He got up leisurely and stood in front of the window overlooking the landscape, his decision to return to Hogwarts had been so right.

This is the life I want!

" Wow~"

An owl flew in through the window and dropped a letter on the table.

Felix opened the envelope and read the letter, but he couldn't help but frown.

It was a letter from an "old friend".

Felix had only been graduated for three years and had only had one year of real travel under his belt, but it had been one rich year of experience, and it had opened his eyes wide enough to be "well-traveled" - no matter where in the world he went, he could name the nearest wizarding community with his eyes closed. He could name the nearest black market near him in the world.

This letter came from a 'friend' he had met on the black market.

Felix drew out a parchment and hastily wrote down a string of words, asking him to meet him at the Hogshead pub in Hogsmeade on Saturday.

Until the owl flew away, he was still thinking about his friend's intentions.

He recalled the first time the two of them met.

The man, who called himself Kline, often wore a hood over his robes, and his face was so misty from the beginning that it was impossible to see who he really was.

Kline practised the principle of equivalent trade, like rare magical manuscripts, magical potions, magical creatures, etc. He had access to them all.

Felix had traded with him seven times, and they had kept to each other's rules.

So, he is also curious as to what Klein's purpose in seeking him out was. More intrigued, of course, was what this friend had in stock lately.

Ten o'clock on Saturday morning.

Felix arrived at the Hogshead Bar, it was still early and there was only one customer.

Felix walked up to the table of the customer, smiled at the sight of the familiar misty hooded face, and sat down. As he took his seat, the two figures were hidden and their voices were completely cut off from the outside world.

"Kline."

"Felix." It was a neutral voice, indistinguishable from male or female, and impossible to identify the age.

There was no shortage of these types of a mysterious presence in the wizarding world, and the reasons were always varied. Like being a dark wizard, or committing some sin, hiding from the enemy, or, perhaps, just having some kind of bad taste.

"What do you want from me?"

"To get some information."

"What kind of info?"

"The relics of the Second Dark Lord."

Felix was silent for several seconds, his mind turning.

"Yes, but you'll have to tell me your source of information first."

Klein tapped his fingers on the corner of the table as if weighing it up, but he quickly uttered one word, "Uagadou."

"You sought out that group of mad witch sacrifices?" Felix was somewhat surprised; Uagadou is an African school of wizardry, and African wizards didn't start using wands until the 20th century, which set their path off from that of other countries.

For example, they also inherited a branch of prophetic magic, witch rituals, although outsiders called them mad witch rituals.

This is because this prophecy magic is actually a form of black magic, and each prophecy requires a price to be paid - such as a limb of your body.

And to top it off, the prophecy is not always accurate ...

Klein mentioned Uagadou, and that was all Felix could think of, since Africa and Britain were not involved, and there was no interaction between the two sides.

"Go on," Felix said, intrigued, given Kline's character, there was no way he would get a watered-down witch priest, and it must have cost him quite a lot to get a highly skilled witch priest to make a prophecy.

"The prophecy stated that the Dark Lord's relic would remain in Hogwarts for a year."

Felix's heart fluttered, "What exactly is this relic?"

"Not sure, only know that it is very evil."

Felix was a little speechless, why do you bother if you're not sure!

And evil, you think you're Aurore?

Seeming to see Felix's disbelief, Klein added, "The prophecy I requested is: the secret of leaping over the dead."

Almost instantly, Felix's brain worked at full blast as he said, "You say that again?"

"Leap to death."

"But the Dark Lord is already dead."

"That's the prophecy."

"You can look it up yourself."

"Hogwarts has Dumbledore."

"You're afraid of him?"

Klein laughed twice, and although Felix couldn't see through the fog over his face, he knew the other party wouldn't look very good at the moment.

Felix pretended to "ponder" for a long time before he said, "Thank you for the information, but I will not ensure that I will obtain the relic. I can only promise that I won't turn my back on you and go off on my own to crack the Dark Lord's secrets."

Klein thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

The two men extended their hands, their index fingers touched, and a golden stripe bloomed.

It was a temporary magical pact for a year, with no penalty for Felix if he broke it, but at that time, Kline would have his location at his fingertips for a year!

If you are not afraid of the revenge of a mysterious wizard, you can always break the pact.