Chapter 152: Metamorphosis

With less than a week remaining in the Easter holiday, Felix Harp suddenly abandoned all other activities, taking refuge in the Room of Requirement to practice Memory Charms and Patronus Charms. He had a premonition that his magic was on the brink of a transformation.no?vel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.

It was a peculiar sensation, as both fluency and awkwardness manifested within him simultaneously.

As the days went by, even students who happened to cross paths with him in the corridors noticed that something was off about Felix.

"Professor? Are you feeling unwell?" Hermione looked at his eyes shimmering with silver light and cautiously inquired.

When Professor Harp looked her way, she felt as though her thoughts were easily laid bare.

Felix turned his head gently and said, "No worries, it's just some magic progressing. It'll pass in a while."

On the final day of the Easter holiday, within the Room of Requirement—

At this moment, he sat in a broad bronze armchair, leaning forward, his long fingers supporting his chin, lost in perpetual thought.

Ripples spread through Felix's heart, memories of casting the Patronus Charm flooding his mind:

From successfully conjuring his Patronus form in his fifth year;

To its companionship during the Forbidden Forest night stroll;

To the battle against a Dementor during his graduation journey;

And the countless days of practice...

With each wand flick, each thought and insight, each moment of joy, each time it soared across the sky...

These memories from the past surged in an eruption like a volcano.

However, Felix was no longer as helpless as he was in his fourth year. With his accumulated experience and the breakthrough he had recently made in Memory Charms, he began to sort through the chaotic thoughts.

The Thinking Room expanded as if under the influence of an Unseen Expansion Charm, books inside rustling and flipping like leaves caught in a fierce wind. A dazzling array of magical symbols burst forth in radiant light.

Countless silver wings appeared in his mind, filling his entire mental landscape, and then, in a singular instant, these swallows converged toward the center.

Their speed reached its apex!

Silver figures collided, erupting into vast silvery mists. Countless swallows followed one after another, converging at the center where the silvery mist churned ceaselessly, seemingly brewing something.

Within the Room of Requirement, Felix's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his light blue pupils emitted a dazzling silver radiance.

At the peak of the brilliance, Felix drew his wand and swiftly thrust it forward—

The silver swallow perched on his shoulder, gently pecking at his ear.

Felix's thoughts raced as he pondered a question that had troubled him for a long time—the "Golden Finger."

What exactly was his "Golden Finger"? Or perhaps, did the "Golden Finger" truly exist?

No interface, no hints, no sudden intrusion of others' thoughts...

All there was, was tireless practice and seamless transformation, and Felix, following the number of transformations, named his own magic as Level One, Level Two...

Perhaps this was the essence of his "Golden Finger"—

An inherent magical talent?

The magical world was never short of talented individuals—like Parseltongue, metamorphmagi...

Or talents specialized in a certain field, like flying, advanced transfiguration, potions, or even just possessing an extraordinary intensity in a single spell...

Such examples were common throughout history. But how many could truly push their innate talents to the extreme?

Felix had achieved it.

His own determination, wisdom, and unique magical talent had combined to shape his present self.

"So, is the importance of the 'Golden Finger' really paramount?"

Felix smiled, looking at the silver swallow on his shoulder, and stepped out of the Room of Requirement.

Before a window, Felix lightly tapped the Patronus on its head. "Go, bring me a dewdrop flower from the Forbidden Forest."

The swallow spread its wings, transforming into a silver streak that swiftly vanished into the night sky.

Watching the silver trail it left behind, Felix suddenly recalled an ancient poem he had seen in the Ravenclaw manuscripts—

"Stones turned into little birds, chirping cheerfully. Crossing mountains and lakes, it brought back daisies from the Red Plain."

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