Felix stayed at Snape's office until the end of the first class in the afternoon, and then left in a hurry to go to the class for the seventh-year wizards.

He stood at the podium and looked at the junior wizards of the Grade below him.

There were less than twenty combined, "Tsk! There are really too few."

At the beginning of the school year, Felix had communicated with Professor McGonagall that he could "appropriately" ease the students' grades and let some little wizards with A grades enter his improvement class.

He did so with the idea that "one more is one more", and that he might be able to use his strong charisma to fool an additional young wizard into joining the family of ancient magic research.

But before his arrival, the course had been lukewarm and the response rather lacklustre. Except for those wizards who were interested in studying ancient languages, or who wanted to join the Ancient Language Court or the Ministry of Magic's senior citizen department, there were very few other interested parties.

So his seventh-grade classroom is either a schoolmaster, those who have chosen by mistake, who try to choose as many as possible, or an Academic scum For example, Marcus Flint, is a typical representative of the academic dregs, after entering the seventh grade, selected a total of two courses - Care of Magical Creatures class and ancient magic text.

For him, it was Felix who gave a word to join, otherwise, he would simply have taken a single class.

As far as Felix knew, the seventh grade Care of Magical Creatures class would add a great deal of knowledge about raising and breeding rare magical creatures, requiring a lot of information to be consulted and memorized. With Marcus Flint's troll-like brain, Felix really didn't know how he would pass.

On the podium, Felix waved his wand, causing a dozen papers to fly in all directions and land in front of the corresponding young wizard.

He commented, "In general, your grades are still steadily improving. However, I must remind you that according to the previous NEWTs assessment standards, you must translate a complete ancient text document."

"This means that during your exams, there may be ancient magical texts that are quite out of the box, and you won't be able to find the corresponding knowledge even after going through five years of ancient magic textbooks."

"Professor, then, how should we respond?" A Ravenclaw witch asked, wearing a pair of extremely recognizable, thick glasses.

"Miss Vera, it comes into a bit of exam technique, such as inferring the meaning of words."

"Speculating on the meaning of words?" Vera asked, pushing up her glasses in disbelief.

"In the sixth and seventh grade Ancient Magic textbook, a considerable amount of space is devoted to the evolution of Ancient Magic texts, such as Eoh, which has gone through seven versions, each with slightly different meanings and writing styles."

"But actually, once you sort out the logic of its evolution, you'll find that its core meaning has never really changed."

Vera nodded, this knowledge is obvious to her.

And Professor Hap continued, "Therefore, as long as you know one of the versions of the ancient magic text, you can make reasonable speculations based on its core meaning in context."

"Even for those magical texts that you have never come across, you can make reasonable speculations based on word patterns. This requires the use of the more common 27 evolved forms ..."

"Of course, magic texts with magic power are not in this range and need to be memorized separately, but there are not that many."

Next to her, Marcus looked desperate, what are you talking about?

Why does every word I can understand, but together it's like a heavenly text?

"I get it, Professor Hap," Vera said excitedly.

In this class, she is the only one who has a true love for ancient magic texts and is determined to follow this path, except that her research direction is document translation.

This is actually influenced by her family - her grandfather is a vice president of the Ancient Magical Texts Society.

When she returned home for Christmas break and said that the new professor of Ancient Magic at Hogwarts is Felix Hap, the look on her grandfather's face was amusing.

He scolded Felix for being " a heretic and going astray", but on the other hand, he shyly admitted that "he does have real skills, you can barely learn from him", which made her mentally put Professor Hap on the same level as her grandfather.

"Let's move on--" After settling the daily questions, Felix's eyes fell on Marcus: "Flint, your grades are always hovering up and down around A (passing), I'm worried about you. "

Marcus cried, he had really put a lot of effort into Ancient Magic, even when he was training on the Quidditch pitch, he kept an Ancient Magic textbook in his book bag - although he had only opened it once in total.

But at least the attitude is there, he hasn't been this dedicated to his other classes. But unfortunately, he really is not that kind of material. Marcus had a mind to quit, but he shivered at the sight of Felix and simply couldn't muster the courage.

"Teach, professor, I will try," Marcus said tremblingly.

"Very well, if you have any problems, just find me."

Felix started the formal class, in this modest classroom, the academic overlord and academic scum are clearly separated. The more the schoolmaster listens, the more the dregs become confused, and Marcus is the latter - he is a dreg, but he is bracing himself to show the appearance of the schoolmaster's spirit.

A lesson passed in a jiffy.

Felix left with a stack of parchments, and in his hand were the assignments of the seventh graders.

Today, he received a total of three grades worth of holiday assignments. Felix is ready to make full use of his assistant's motivation to learn, so that she can make the most of her talents, by handing over all the assignments of the third and fourth grades to her.

In the evening, Felix looked idly at Professor Filius's Christmas gift, a manuscript of ancient magic.

There were two kinds of writing on the parchment, one of which is an extremely old and ancient magic language, and the other is Professor Filius's additions and annotations, containing his thoughts on the study of this magic.

It was very enlightening.

The only thing is that according to Professor Filius, he has no special talent in ancient magic text, so this fragmented ancient magic was researched by him in collaboration with the former professor of ancient magic text - Babbling, and when Professor Babbling left Hogwarts for holiday, the research came to a standstill.

The manuscript was given to Felix with the intention of collaborative research.

Felix waved his wand, a hazy light blue light like a river of stars, cut through the air and fell on a quill.

The brown quill first turned into a toothpick, and then quickly expanded to the size of a cane. As Felix kept injecting magic power, the quill kept growing to about seven feet, and it stopped dead in its tracks.

"Well, looking at the effect is similar to combining two magic spells, the Shrinking Charm and the Engorgement Charm, together, yet in essence, it doesn't have the high consumption, danger, and intensity of ancient magic."

"Instead, it's more like modern simplified magic, with a limit to its power and magic consumption."

"Is it because the part that complements it is the idea of simplified magic?"

Felix wrote and drew on the parchment, preparing for a prolonged battle, recovering ancient magic is not an easy task.

'I wish I had a teacher..' Before going to sleep, he thought with some emotion.