Kingsley looked at Felix and said with some hesitation, "I know you, Felix Hap, but she's not a person who speaks well ... That woman is bold, and even if Fudge himself is there, she might not listen."

Felix did not speak.

Dumbledore watched all this, he blinked his azure eyes, linked to the attitude of Rita Skeeter before, he almost had some guesses.

The old man leaned down and carefully examined Fudge's state, and he said, "The Basilisk is indeed a terrible creature, even without counting its eyes, and its toxicity is extremely rare."

"Indeed it is." Kingsley nodded.

"But no more poisonous than the desire of the human heart, Voldemort is such." Dumbledore said calmly, "As his power became stronger, his desires expanded, and he broke through each of his bottom lines until he no longer has anything to care about."

"Voldemort had glorified his own behaviour, he said a phrase, magic is power, Felix, what do you think?"

Felix said lightly, "Magic can carry many things, ambition, dreams, strength, power, awe ... but these are just scenery on the road, you can stop briefly, but eventually you have to move on."

"I personally believe - magic is magic, there is no need or necessity to add other appendages." He looked up to meet Dumbledore's calm gaze.

Kingsley listened in confusion to the conversation between the two, how did it go from the Basilisk to the mysterious man? Wasn't he already dead?

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Lucius Malfoy knocked on the door of the open ward with his cane, and he looked up slightly, leaving half his face hidden in the shadows, "Dumbledore, I need to speak to you alone."

"Ah, welcome, Lucius, welcome." Dumbledore gladly stood up and walked out with him.

Felix also duly offered his farewell.

Crossing the corridor connecting the Great Hall, Felix happened to see the figure of Rita Skeeter, who looked very flustered, her make-up all over her face.

What is going on here?

"Rita." Felix stepped out of the shadows, startling her.

"Felix Hap! You, I ..." Rita Skeeter stammered and stuttered.

Something is odd ...

Felix looked her in the eye, his light blue eyes glowing slightly.

Flustered, fierce, relieved ...

What had she done?

He had some hesitation to continue probing deeper - it risked discovery - but Rita Skeeter ducked her head to avoid his gaze, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hap, I have things to do, I need to catch up ... " and she hurried away.

"Rita," Felix called out to her, "about Minister Fudge's injury, I hope it won't set off too much of a ripple."

Rita Skeeter turned her back on him and said wryly, "Mr. Hap, oh, Felix, are you asking me to conceal the truth?"

"You know what my attitude is, as long as you don't exaggerate and twist the truth."

When she left, Felix sighed, he should collect his mind and focus on his magic text research.

However, there is still the matter of the dueling course that needs to be settled.

When the new semester started, he had to set the schedule and teaching content of the dueling course.

After lunch in the Great Hall, Felix went to the basement of the castle and prepared to finalize the content with Professor Snape.

Snape welcomed him in, wearing a black robe and expressionless face.

"Please sit down, Felix."

Snape lifted the hem of his wizard's robe and sat down across from him, he waved his wand and sent several sheets of parchment flying across the table in front of him.

"Here are some of my --" Snape stared into Felix's eyes, "insights."

Felix picked up the parchments and thumbed through them, snickering at him in passing, "Professor, don't you have a cup of tea in here?"

Snape pulled the corner of his mouth, "You've never had anything I've offered you personally."

Felix bristled and stopped talking.

Snape had frightened him with the Tulip when he was in school and had given him a small bottle of high-purity Tulip for Christmas this year; he really didn't have the courage to try any of the drinks he gave him.

He read the contents of the parchment carefully.

"Professor, you mean, a lesson to learn a spell?"

Felix looked at Snape with some confusion.

"Felix, most of the spells related to dueling are somewhat dangerous, and if you don't slow down, they will give you all kinds of unexpected surprises." Snape deliberately emphasized the word 'surprise'.

Felix thought for a moment, "One lesson every two weeks, that is, learning two spells a month."

Snape said indifferently, "You can learn a dozen spells in a school year, and with a reasonable mix, you can protect yourself completely." He revealed his usual mocking tone and said, "Some students can't even cast a standard protego spell until they graduate."

This is indeed the reality of Hogwarts; it has been peaceful for so long that the young wizards learn spells solely to cope with the exams.

By the time the exams are over, some lukewarm spells are simply shelved.

According to the normal teaching order, the young wizards in the fourth year should master the protego spell, but unfortunately, this spell is under Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and this course at Hogwarts ...

It's hard to say.

Many young wizards' fifth-year spell-casting level will become the pinnacle of his life because according to the requirements of OWLs exams, mandatory courses are required to be taken, naturally including the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the charm class, and the Transfiguration class, which are more operational than practical.

And after the fifth year, young wizards start to choose advanced classes according to their grades and career plans, and some academic scum may only take one or two classes.

If he chooses a class that happens to be mostly theoretical, his spellcasting level will plummet like a dive.

Probably, when he graduated, all but those most commonly used spells would be returned to the professor.

Felix brushed the ring on his left hand and took out a stack of parchment, "Professor, this is my teaching layout about the first magic spell, you can make some suggestions."

Snape took the parchment and flipped through the pages absently for two pages, but then his expression got serious.

"This is ..."

Snape buried his head in reading the contents of the parchment, immersing himself in the magic skill tree Felix had constructed. Occasionally he took out his wand and waved it in mid-air.

"Felix, this is how you understand the spell?"

Felix said gently: "Just my personal understanding in the process of learning the magic spell, there may be omissions."

Snape's fingers brushed the parchment, in his mind quickly reconstructed the spell.

Half an hour later, he waved his wand and sent out a dazzling red light that sent a chair three meters away flying, and the poor chair fell apart utterly in mid-air.

"Professor Snape, what are you doing?" Felix inquired him, the spell just now was not too strong, but too weak!

It couldn't even catch up to the strength of the disarming charm he used that time when he defeated Lockhart.

Snape, carefully experienced in his mind, slowly opened his eyes, "I just blocked my knowledge of the disarming Charm, according to your design, reconstructed this spell."

Snape, mind drifted off.

He is not only a master of magic potions, but also has an extremely in-depth knowledge of magic spells.

He used Occlumency to shield his understanding of the Disarming Charm, and in a very short time, he relearned the Disarming Charm according to Felix's plan.

This is not difficult for Snape, his accumulation of all kinds of spells are there, all the relevant theory, skills, a little experience to re-release the spell.

If it was a different little wizard, it wouldn't be possible to do something similar.

Snape's approach further verified the feasibility of Felix's theory, and the current success rate still remains at a staggering 100 percent.

However, Felix soon went sideways, and he began to ask Snape for tips on the application of Occlumency ....