A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix visibly noticed Hermione's gaze.

"Oh, those are indeed dark magic books, but what does it say? If you want to defend against the dark magic, you need to know something about it. As far as I know, the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic teach it. Some black magic."

"But I rarely see..."

"Some wizards don't use black magic, but that doesn't mean they don't."

Felix smiled at her gently, "I have traveled all over the world for a year, and I have to mention that black magic is indeed more effective when it comes to solving certain problems."

Hearing Professor Haipu's explanation, she thought about it quickly, and felt that this reason was barely acceptable, but she still said with a straight face: "Professor, I still recommend that you use less black magic in the future, I read it in a book : Dark magic always quietly invades your heart, causing you to be corrupted unknowingly—"

"—Many young wizards have gone astray, especially for underage wizards, black magic is a poison that is difficult to reverse." Felix said following Hermione's words.

Looking a little surprised at the little witch, he blinked, "I've read this book too."

"However, thank you for your advice."

Hermione pursed her lips and looked very much like Professor McGonagall.

Seeing that his assistant was a little puffed up, Felix changed the subject without a trace, and he praised: "I didn't expect you to read so many books, which is quite an achievement for your age."

Following the professor's gaze, Hermione realized that the other half of the room—the side near her with the low table as the dividing line—was actually decorated in a completely different style.

The warm sun shines on a large area of ​​brilliance. The light brown carpet and the goose-yellow curtains give people a very comfortable feeling. In the center is a small round table with two pots of green plants placed on the table.

On the opposite wall is a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. Hundreds of neatly arranged books were placed inside, and there were seven or eight photo frames standing on the second floor from top to bottom, including family photos and photos of Hermione growing up.

Next to the bookshelf was an ivory door.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise. This half of the space was 70-80% similar to the room in her house.

She turned her head to look at Professor Haipu, full of doubts in her heart, and now only this professor can solve his doubts.

And Professor Haipu really gave the answer, "This is the world of thinking, the residence of fantasy, you can call it anything. Of course, none of this is true, we just exist here with consciousness."

Hermione was amazed, she stood at the junction of the two spaces, her eyes widened and kept looking left and right, she waved her hand hesitantly, "So, this place is built by us together? Half represents your inner world, half represents your inner world. Representing my inner world..."

Felix pointed to his head, "It's just a partial external mapping and projection of our inner world."

"And our deepest secrets are all behind the door." He glanced at the ivory door first, then waved his wand, and the dark green drapery rolled up behind him, revealing a tall portal.

Hermione was obviously relaxed, but she had a lot of secrets and was reluctant to reveal them easily.

Like Harry's Parseltongue.

"Professor, why did we come to this... mind world?"

Felix didn't answer directly, but first introduced some of his own experiences. "After graduation, I first spent a year traveling around the world, and then settled in London, specializing in Muggle studies."

"The wisdom of Muggles is no worse than that of wizards. In many aspects, such as logic, reasoning, and problem-solving methodology, they are better. And the more critical point is inheritance."

"They will pass on knowledge and accumulate it from generation to generation, and quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes."

"Wizards also have inheritance, such as Hogwarts, but in terms of inheritance and development, it is far worse."

"It was with this realization that I started reading Muggle books, and to be honest, I'm used to moving pictures, and I'm really not used to reading Muggle books."

"Their research on the mind and the brain caught my attention, and I found that they were ahead of us in this area - which is supposed to be the area where wizards are better - after all, we have a range of memory magics like Oblivion, Legilimency, Occlumency."

"But unfortunately, we only inherited the spell, not the idea."

"So, I combined Muggle knowledge to create a magic that, although it is still far from what I expected, it is perfect for our teaching today."

"What's the use of this magic?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Thinking speeded up," Felix explained. "Here - I call it the Thinking Cabin - you think faster, and with this place we have the illusion of time being stretched out. I only If it can be improved by three or four times, it will be dangerous if it is higher.”

"Similar to this magic, it is Bafei Brain Refreshing Potion, but the performance of the two is not exactly the same. The latter can enhance the brain power of the user."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Professor, this magic is really amazing."

Felix shook his head. "It's not perfect yet."

Seeing that the professor didn't want to say more, Hermione began to practice drawing ancient runes. She used the chestnut wood chips provided to her by Felix - this is also one of the drawbacks of this magic, you can't understand it, you can't appear here .

For most of the next half of the time, Hermione practiced by herself, and Felix gave certain guidance at regular intervals.

After seven thought hours.

Felix noticed that Hermione's face was covered in sweat, and her figure was getting thinner and lighter, looking a bit like a transparent ghost.

"Professor, I can't concentrate, can't maintain...attention."

"Well, it's almost time, so let's be here first today." Felix snapped his fingers, and the next moment, the world was spinning, and their thoughts returned to the lounge again.

Felix's wand was still on Hermione's head, and he suddenly stumbled when he was still, and almost fell to the ground.

He pressed his forehead with one hand, waved his wand with the other, and flew a bottle of potion out of his suitcase.

Under the command of the wand, the potion bottle was quite self-conscious. Not only did he open the lid by himself, but he also summoned two cups and poured out part of the potion.

On the other hand, Hermione was even more miserable. She fell directly on the sofa, her face full of pain, and it seemed that she would faint in the next second.

"Drink it and it will ease your symptoms."

Hermione barely drank the potion.

"Have a chocolate." Felix shoved her another chocolate.

It took seven or eight minutes for Hermione to recover, and she kept whispering, "It's terrible, it's terrible."

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