The weather brightened up on Tuesday morning, and the winter sun shone on Hogwarts, tinting the old castle with a golden glow.

Felix slept until eight o'clock, opening his eyes amidst the laughter of several young wizards having a snowball fight.

When he lifted the covers, his cotton pyjamas automatically detached and a delicate, soft, and silky jumper slid over his body. He moved his neck to make the clothes adjust more comfortably, and then put on a padded pant under the effect of magic.

"Magic makes people lazy," Felix couldn't remember when he had heard this in his class, but he deeply believed it.

After donning a dark wizard's robe, he pushed open the window and looked out at the snowy landscape from above.

The weather had warmed up considerably and Felix didn't feel cold. A thick layer of white snow was piled up in the clearing and yard in front of the castle, and several young wizards were hurrying to the hall for breakfast.

"Luckily I don't have a class this morning, it's true that happiness is all about comparison."

Back in his office, he sorted through the tasks he had at hand in the recent period -

Locating the Chamber of Secrets, as well as dealing with basilisk ( which he had agreed with Dumbledore to solve during Christmas break).

Finding the Dark Lord's relics suspected to be a Horcrux ( propaganda for three times without a clue, another evidence of the young wizard's unreliability).

practicing instant killing techniques (recently slacked off a bit and stagnated at four jumps in progress)

acquiring the rare skill Parseltongue ( pending feedback, responsible: Harry Potter)

Appointment with Kline (on hold indefinitely ...).

The next contact with Hagrid the Dirtbag (in elaborate preparation).

Scavenging the Hogwarts Millennium Collection (in progress).

Dealing with the public opinion threat posed by Rita Skeeter (√).

Completing the Vine of Binding, a magical creation (√).

Guiding Hermione to complete her thesis (√).

Preparing Christmas presents (√).

Undertaking a dueling club program (√).

Proposal for reforming the teaching of the ancient magic text course (√).

Befriending Lockhart ( brain-dead, this task is null and void).

Felix smacked his lips, there is no particularly urgent matter now. With less than a week before Christmas, he also got somewhat lazy.

" Might pay a visit to Professor Snape, to finalize the dueling club aide affair."

Felix went down the stairs of the castle, through the yard, there were a few strange-looking snowmen by the road - this is obviously a lower-year students' work, with limited magic attainments, they can only do this work by hand.

After breakfast, he made his way down to the castle's basement and found his way to the potion professor's office.

Knocking the Professor's office door, Snape expressionlessly refused his requests to enter.

"I don't think I invited you to visit my office, Felix."

However, Felix has long been familiar with the professor's character, unless you want to flirt with him, then have something to say, and say what he is most interested in.

So Felix said: "Professor Snape, I got permission from Headmaster Dumbledore to take charge of the subsequent dueling course. And as for the teaching faculty, I need to know your opinion ..." He stopped and looked Snape straight in the eye.

Snape pursed his lips tightly, his black eyes fixed on him for a brief moment, and then he moved out of the way, "Please come in, Felix."

This magic potion professor's office is located in the underground, dimly lit, the shelves by the wall are filled with a myriad of glass specimen jars, and then within, there is Professor Snape's private bedroom.

Felix walked to the specimen shelf, carefully examined one of the jars, "Is this the claw of the eight-eyed giant spider? Is it from the batch that lives in the Forbidden Forest?" He asked with interest.

Professor Snape came out of the inner room, with two cups of pumpkin juice behind him. "No." He said coldly, handing him a glass of pumpkin juice.

The conversation between the two men got down to business.

"Felix, when did you steal the dueling club from Lockhart?"

"Professor, I must remind you that it was rather Professor Lockhart who was too busy with his daily work and had to relent in making concessions."

"I don't think so," Snape scoffed at that, "what's so busy about one-man-acting class."

"Busy writing back to fans, of course. From what I understand, he spends at least one hour a day doing that." Felix let out a mischievous smile, "I can relate to Professor Lockhart, after all, we're both writers who have to deal with the harassment of fans, and he's more productive than I am."

"He wrote the book ..." Snape didn't say anything further, his expression said it all. "But you write back to fans as well? That's unexpected, I thought, you won't spend time on such trivialities."

"There's no way out," Felix said emotionally, "they're mostly officials from the ministries of magic in various countries, and we discuss muggle legislation and how to deal with muggles."

Snape choked.

He said, "Felix, don't beat around the bush with me, say what you came for."

"Professor, I want to know if you still have the desire to participate in my dueling course."

"Your dueling course?" Snape trailed off on the word "your" for a long moment.

"Yes, my dueling course." Felix looked at him frankly.

It was a distinction of dominance.

Snape fell silent.

Felix looked relaxed, he did not know if Snape would agree, but from the information obtained from Lockhart, at that time Snape volunteered to act as an assistant for this course.

This indicated that he was interested in the dueling course.

As for the reason, Felix did not know, and he did not care much.

However, he heard that Snape had been seeking a position to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, but unfortunately, Dumbledore never agreed. Between these two, is there a connection?

For example, Snape used the dueling course as a substitution for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course? Felix speculated in his mind.

"I need to be involved in the selection of the course content." Snape made a condition.

Felix showed a smile, "Of course, your experience is worth valuing." He said so.

Felix put the cup filled with pumpkin juice back on the table, he stood up, "Professor, the next dueling class will be conducted after the Christmas holidays, I will communicate with you about the content of the class by then, have a good day."

"No, thanks," Snape said with a stern face.

Felix, who was just about to walk out the door, suddenly stopped: "By the way, Professor Snape, I prepared your Christmas present in advance, I'm sure you will be satisfied."

Snape's mouth is tugged with a smile, he said, "I will prepare a gift for you too, Felix."

...

In the evening, Felix and Professor Filius swapped their shifts for the routine patrol through the castle. There were always some little wizards, with all kinds of justified and unjustified reasons, who were out of the sight of the professor and the head of the grade and acted alone.

But to his surprise, he ran into a hurried and panting Miss Hermione Granger.

"Professor Hap! Oh my, I finally ran into you, professor!" The young witch said excitedly.

"Miss Granger, what happened?"

"The monster in the chamber ... chamber ..." Hermione tried to speak, but she was running a short distance the whole way, and at the moment she was out of breath.

"There is a new attack?" Felix's expression got serious, seriously now? There is another attack a few days before Christmas?

His assistant first nodded, then shook her head.

"The attack did happen, but no one hurt. However, Harry, he, he went after basilisk!"