The young wizards discussed feverishly to themselves, as fifth-year students, they were rarely exposed to such interesting lessons - each professor pushing them as hard and as far as possible to reach their potential.

In a way, of course, it was a debt they owed from the previous four years.

In the hallway, Warren Pardis said to his friend, somewhat remorsefully, "I can actually win, I'm just not lucky."

"You were the one who went too aggressive, and you got at least ten questions wrong." His friend replied.

As the young wizards rushed out of the classroom, Felix rubbed his sore fingers.

The "choreography" for this knowledge contest had been put together by him, magic by magic. From the ninth grid to the score changes, to the colour feedback of the correct and incorrect answers, he did it all by himself.

" A blunder, next time let's change it to a ten-point system."

In the afternoon, Felix attempted the two lessons in the sixth and seventh grades, and the results were excellent - even the "special needs" students of ancient magical texts stayed awake enough in the classroom.

This made his thoughts clear.

" In the future, I can do more of this kind of game-like teaching, but the prerequisite is to do sufficient preparation work." In the dining hall in the evening, Felix stuck up a piece of potato drizzled with black sauce breathlessly, feeling a little weak after a long day.

The number of spells he had cast today was clearly over the limit.

The common room.

The twins, Fred and George, were fighting against each other with their magic golems, having finished their second and third sets of practical magic texts.

This makes their battle very spectacle, Fred's magic golem, every swing will bloom a circle of light, a "crackling" sound, Lee Jordan's hair is standing up because he is too close.

On the other side, George is not far behind, his magic puppet is the very popular "fire boy", every time he uses his trademark "big fireball", it will attract a sound of enthusiasm.

At that moment, Percy Weasley burst in from outside the lounge, he just finished his rounds. Upon seeing him, Ron in the corner simply turned his head away.

A Cold War still remained between them.

"Ron, haven't you made up yet?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Not until he apologizes to me," Ron said stubbornly.

Harry sighed, he couldn't say much, after all, Ron had lost a lot of face by taking the blame for the three of them.

"Hey! Percy, I heard you got ten points from Professor Hap today?" A Gryffindor asked.

Percy puffed out his chest haughtily, making his Head of Grade badge even more conspicuous, "Yeah, Professor Hap tried a new method of teaching, and I have to admit, he's rather wise."

"And you beat Slytherin!"

Percy said modestly, "It was just a competition, and on top of that, on a ten-point system, I was nine points ahead of my opponent."

The Gryffindor's exclaimed in awe again, Percy was worthy of being a schoolmaster who had taken 12 papers.

"Nine points ahead!" Ron repeated with a look of disdain.

Harry hurriedly changed the subject, "Hermione, did you ask Professor Hap about the basilisk?"

Hermione shook her head, "I rarely see the professor, from Monday to Friday." Unless there was a paper she needed to grade.

"But it's too late to drag it out until the weekend!" Harry said reluctantly, "In case there's an attack in the middle of ..."

He slammed the table hard enough to startle the two young wizards passing by, who gave Harry a wary look and quickly moved away from him.

"Look at that, they all think I'm the culprit!"

"Harry, why don't we go find Professor Hap now?" Hermione gave him a careful look.

Harry glanced at the wall clock, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, "Tomorrow." He slumped in his chair, like a deflated ball.

They were basically sure that the monster in the chamber is the basilisk, and about Hermione's confusion - the basilisk gaze is lethal, but the current two victims are only petrified - Harry also has his own speculation: those victims are not directly stared at the basilisk's eye. Mrs Norris was looked at via the reflection of standing water, and Colin Creevy was through the lens of the camera.

But whether this is accurate remains to be verified.

That's when Ron said to him, "Harry, the magic golem Professor Hap gave you, is it in your book bag?"

" Yes." Harry returned feebly.

He had practiced it several times in private, but he was still a little short in skills, only able to manipulate the golem to walk normally.

"How about we try?" Ron glanced at Percy in the crowd.

" Here?" Harry couldn't make up his mind.

Hermione's eyes lit up, she had wanted to try it for a long time, and she had been attracted to this type of style during the opening public class.

Ice blue hair, delicate and lovely face, hit her heart perfectly.

"Maybe ... this isn't a good choice ..." Hermione said under her breath, but she didn't stop Harry from taking the magic golem out of his book bag at all.

"Hey! What are you guys doing?" Fred walked up with his arm around George's shoulders.

"Oh, a magic golem, I guess." Ron tried to say in a cloudy tone.

Fred saw the golem in Harry's hand and was taken aback, "This is not a regular golem." From the appearance alone, the two are completely incomparable to each other as well.

"Professor Hap gave it to us," Ron said.

Fred picked the magic golem, "This thing ..." he glanced at George, "I can barely feel its magic fluctuations, more exquisite than Diggory's ghost doll - -is even more different from the ones we've dismantled."

"You guys even dismantled--"

"Shh!" Fred put his finger up, "Keep your voice down, it's our little secret from Professor Hap ..."

George took the golem and said smoothly, "One time we broke the magic golem in our hands."

"It was 'accidentally' broken, and we were very afraid at the time -" Fred said.

"Fear of being penalized, confined -"

"Or hung up and whipped with a whip soaked in cold water -"

"So we went to apologize with trepidation -"

"And then what happened? What punishment did you receive?" Ron asked.

"No, little Ronnie," Fred winked and gave a wicked grin, "The professor said we were very talented in alchemy and gave us each an extra ten points, but-"

George sighed, "He steeled himself to not give us points when we laid the second broken golem part in front of him."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

George examined the unusually elaborate magic golem, letting out occasional admiration, and finally, he gave it back to Harry: "That's remarkable, what have you done?"

"Yes--" Ron was just about to speak when Hermione stomped hard on his foot.

The twins looked at each other and shrugged.

Fred said, "Want us to demonstrate it for you? This golem must have quite a few new features, and I don't think you're very skilled at it."

"Who said that! Harry, show us your hand."

Harry drew his wand, and under his tug, the magic golem stood up with a swing.

Several young wizards looked over from afar.

Harry struggled to control the magic golem, but unfortunately, at best, it could only wield a few icy blue snowflakes.

"Harry, you don't have enough control," Fred stated the reason.

Harry pointed his wand at the magic golem, and he felt he had touched its core. So he concentrated all his attention and tried to awaken the dormant magic circuit.

His magic contacted a world of ice and snow, sharp and cold as if he had eaten ten Popsicles in one breath, and his consciousness seems frozen.

Harry's face turned purple with cold as he exhaled a cold breath.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron scrambled to his feet, and at this moment, anyone could see that something was wrong with him.

However, the next second -

" Snicker, snicker!"

The magic golem suddenly lit up, light blue ice crystals have floated down, the surrounding temperature plummeted, "she" fiercely raised her arm, a series of ice-blue icicles rose up, cold air like a tumbling wave of air spread around.

A few people watched this scene in awe.

In front of the palm-sized magic golem, a row of half-human-high ice pillars extended seven or eight meters away, completely freezing the door of the common room.

The cold ice fog filled the common room, and the young wizards in the common room sneezed collectively.

At the same time, Professor Hap, far away in his office, was taking small sips of tea and moodily flipping through an ancient alchemy book.

Next to him lay today's edition of the Daily Prophet, with today's front-page headline: "The Good and the bad: The vast difference between two new professors" by Rita Skeeter.