Chapter 89: Philosophies

Kingsley looked at Felix Harp, hesitating slightly, "I know your name, Felix Harp, but she's not an easy person to deal with... That woman is as bold as they come. Even if it's Minister Fudge himself, she might not listen."

Felix remained silent.

Dumbledore observed the scene, blinking his deep blue eyes. He connected this with Rita Skeeter's attitude earlier, and he had some guesses forming.

The old man bent down to carefully examine Fudge's condition and said, "The Basilisk is indeed a dreadful creature. Even without considering its gaze, its venom is extremely rare."

"Indeed," Kingsley nodded.

"But even the most potent venom pales in comparison to the desires of the human heart, just as Voldemort." Dumbledore said calmly, "As his power grew, so did his desires, crossing one boundary after another until he had no restraint left."

"Voldemort has glamorized his actions. He once said, 'Magic is might.' Felix, what's your take on that?"

Felix replied in a light, drifting manner, "Magic can bear many things – ambition, dreams, power, authority, awe... But these are just landscapes on the journey. You can pause briefly, but ultimately, you must move forward."

"Personally, I believe that magic is just magic, without the need or necessity to attach other accessories." He lifted his head, meeting Dumbledore's calm gaze.

Kingsley listened with puzzlement to the conversation between the two. How did they transition from a Basilisk to a mysterious figure? Wasn't he supposed to be dead long ago?The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.

"Knock, knock!"

The infirmary's door swung open, and Lucius Malfoy tapped on it with his wand. He raised his head slightly, keeping half his face in the shadows. "Dumbledore, I need to speak with you privately."

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

Felix also took his leave at an opportune moment.

Walking through the corridor that connected the Great Hall, Felix happened to catch a glimpse of Rita Skeeter's figure. She seemed extremely flustered, her makeup smudged on her face.

What was going on?

"Rita." Felix emerged from the shadows, startling her.

"Felix Harp! You, I..." Rita Skeeter stammered.

Something was amiss...

Felix looked into her eyes, his pale blue eyes faintly glowing.

Nervous, fierce, relieved...

What had she done?

He hesitated whether to delve deeper – there was a risk of being discovered. But Rita Skeeter lowered her head to avoid his gaze, "Apologies, Mr. Harp, I have something to attend to, a deadline to meet..." She hurriedly left.

"Rita," Felix called after her, "regarding Minister Fudge's injury, I hope it won't cause too much turmoil."

If they happened to choose theory-heavy subjects, their spellcasting ability would plummet drastically, like a dive.

By the time they graduated, they would likely have returned most of the spells they had learned to their professors.

Felix brushed his ring on his left hand and pulled out a stack of parchment, saying, "Professor, this is my teaching plan for the first spell. I'd appreciate any feedback."

Snape took the parchment, casually flipping through two pages, but then his expression became serious.

"This is..."

Snape buried his head in the parchment, immersing himself in the magical skill tree that Felix had constructed. He occasionally wielded his wand, making motions in the air.

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

Felix replied gently, "It's just my personal understanding of learning spells. There might be some gaps."

Snape's finger traced the parchment, swiftly reconstructing the spell in his mind.

After a while, he waved his wand, emitting a dazzling red light that sent a chair three meters away flying, breaking it into pieces mid-air.

"Professor Snape, what was that?" Felix asked him. The spell he just cast wasn't too strong; in fact, it was too weak! It didn't even match the Disarming Charm's intensity when he defeated Lockhart.

Snape contemplated deeply within himself and then slowly opened his eyes. "I just suppressed my knowledge of the Disarming Charm and reconstructed it according to your design."

It suddenly dawned on Felix.

Snape was not only a Potions Master but also had a profound understanding of spells.

He had used memory magic to suppress his own understanding of the Disarming Charm and then relearned it according to Felix's plan in an extremely short time.

This wasn't particularly difficult for Snape; he had all his accumulated magical knowledge, related theories, and techniques. After some contemplation, he effortlessly cast the spell according to Felix's plan.

A different young wizard wouldn't be able to do something similar.

Snape's action further validated the feasibility of Felix's theory. The current success rate remained astonishingly at one hundred percent.

However, Felix's focus shifted soon enough. He began to inquire about the practical techniques of memory magic from Snape...

He had something to attend to in the morning, so Chapter Two would have to be moved to the afternoon.

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