A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Early the next morning, Felix had access to the research materials in the Room of Requirement.

He easily found the "large cabinet with a blistered surface that looked like it had been splashed with strong acid" in Tom's mouth. After using the Levitate Charm to remove the cabinet, he found a dusty wooden chest hidden behind it.

He waved his wand carefully, with layers of protective magic flashing on his body, and opened the dusty box with a lock-picking spell, which contained a thick stack of neatly cut parchment.

No curses, no black magic, and no traps.

This disappointed Felix, who was fully armed and treated with caution.

Except for the strong stench from the half-covered cabinet, which forced him to cast a blister spell on himself, the whole process was unimaginably easy.

Back in the office, Felix couldn't wait to flip through the document.

To be honest, the process was a bit of a mess, the data contained a lot of anatomical drawings of magical creatures and Slytherin's own annotations, and when Felix brushed his hand over the paper, he seemed to hear the creatures dying. whine.

This reminded him of his experience of studying black magic. His heart seemed to be soaked in the fetid black water, and his invisible arm was dragging him down desperately.

Felix quickly closed his heart with Occlumency. He endured the discomfort and read the information on the parchment.

After about an hour—

"Whoo~"

Felix exhaled a long breath, his mood at the moment was very complicated.

It is difficult to understand the weight of the name Salazar Slytherin if it is purely from the words of later generations. To a certain extent, Felix even understood why Tom Riddle was so passionate and revered for Slytherin at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

It wasn't because of the name of a Slytherin descendant.

He looked at the parchments in front of him, they were not just carriers of knowledge - each one contained the thought and will of Salazar Slytherin himself when he wrote the material, a kind of cool to cold In his eyes, all kinds of magical creatures are just materials that need to be studied, and you can't feel any sympathy and pity for them.

But it is this absolute calm that makes Slytherin's research process extremely organized, and every line of text and every composition contains the ultimate charm of magic.

Even under the protection of Occlumency, Felix couldn't help but be fascinated, and the idea of ​​wanting to follow in Slytherin's footsteps surged in his heart.

This is not the influence of magic, but the powerful charisma of a legendary wizard in pursuit of magic.

Felix resisted and completely sealed the data, "That's not my way." He warned himself.

There were only three pieces of parchment left in front of him, all of which he had picked out the knowledge that best suited him.

But Felix didn't start researching immediately. He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the distant scenery of Hogwarts.

His heart was disturbed.

"Oh! Tom, is this your plan? Even at an extreme disadvantage, you can find a way to fight back." Felix murmured.

Many books in the magical world are potentially dangerous, and not everyone is qualified to read them. Just like the forbidden area of ​​Hogwarts, there are a lot of dangerous books locked in it - not only the knowledge recorded in it, but many books, just reading will pay a painful price.

And Tom Riddle's purpose is obvious, borrowing the attraction of Salazar Slytherin's own magical path to influence and assimilate Felix's thinking.

I can't beat you, and I can't influence you, but I can find someone stronger than me and let his thoughts change you.

The winter sun is warm but not dazzling, the snow in the courtyard is white but not dazzling, and the cold wind blowing through the tower is cold but not biting.

He looked into the distance and said softly, "Salazar Slytherin..."

"...In a sense, we have reached the same destination in different ways, and we are all pursuing the ultimate in magic. But I have my path, and I won't jump into your realm just because you go further."

"Everyone starts from the weak. Thousands of years ago, did you ever feel as confused about your own path as I am today?"

"Now you are a steep and narrow mountain in my eyes, a legend beyond reach, but time is on my side, and the future is on my side. One day, I will walk side by side with you until I surpass you. "

Felix had been standing by the window, watching the sun rise until mid-heaven, and his heart became firm again as its light spread over every corner of Hogwarts.

This morning, Felix didn't think about any magic issues, but he felt that his understanding of "magic" itself had taken a big step forward. This kind of "progress" was omnidirectional, and it could not be reflected in a specific magic. On the curse, it gave him a feeling of clearing the fog.

He knew that the bottleneck of his magic theory, which had been stagnant for a long time, finally loosened.

The accumulation of the past few years has now qualified for qualitative change.

Felix waved his wand, and the milky white light centered on him, illuminating the courtyard below, the greenhouse in the distance, the snow on the ground, and even the frozen black lake.

The mottled swaying dead branches and the shadow of the black stone by the lake disappeared at this moment.

In the principal's office next to the castle's main building, Dumbledore with a loose beard held a zizi bee candy in his hand.

"That's amazing," he said softly. "Isn't it, Fox?"

A palm-sized phoenix, combing its feathers on its own.

At this moment, in the Hogwarts school, there are various situations in the world—

Gilderoy Lockhart slept soundly in bed, enjoying the leisurely Christmas holidays;

Professor McGonagall made a cup of coffee and flipped through the students' transcripts;

Professor Flitwick waved his wand and read "The Analysis of the Spell" with great pleasure;

Professor Sprout tending the mischievous mandrakes in the warm greenhouse;

Professor Snape fiddled with a measuring cup with disgust, and held an illustrated booklet by his hand;

Hermione Granger looked in the mirror, tugging at the cat ear above her head in distress;

Luna Lovegood sitting in the Ravenclaw lounge, shaking her head, reading a joke book;

...

In the snow, two young wizards trudge through the snow.

Harry suddenly felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and he looked around, but found nothing.

"Have you noticed?" he said to his companion.

"What?" Ron said absently, looking up.

"It just seemed like a light flashed..."

"Where?" Ron looked around, but found nothing.

The two continued to step on the snow in the courtyard and walked in the direction of Professor McGonagall's office.

A gust of wind blew, carrying a few fallen leaves, and came their faint voices——

"Harry, are you saying that Professor McGonagall will give me a leave?"

"Certainly, you're in serious business. You should have changed your wand long ago."

In front of a window in the castle tower, Felix put away his wand calmly, without the slightest confusion in his eyes.

"For the next millennium, I will be a legend."