After entering May, the clear weather became more frequent day by day. As Felix stood by the window, gazing into the distance, he noticed scattered students relaxing by the edge of the Black Lake. The surface of the lake shimmered in the sunlight, and giant squids glided through the warm shallow waters, basking in the sun.
Felix wrote a letter to Rita Skeeter.
The woman poured out her grievances in her reply, but he saw through the tricks in her words at a glance. Skeeter immersed herself in it, as she put it, being "at the turning point of history, where a stroke of the pen can sway the tide."
Quite enticing. But Felix still preferred the novelty that magic brought, pondering over various intriguing magical topics in his corner. Such as lunar exploration, or—
When Hermione walked into the office, she was surprised to find Professor Snape knitting something, with a book titled "Complete Guide to Knitting Patterns" open on the small table in front of him.
Hermione was dumbfounded.
"Wanted to try something new," Felix said with a smile. "I asked around, and Professor McGonagall told me our Headmaster has excellent taste in Muggle knitting patterns. Just mentioned it casually, and he recommended this to me. It's quite comprehensive."
He gestured towards the cabinet, and two chubby teacups with smiling faces floated over, swaying gently. With another flick of his hand, the cups were filled with tea.
"Let's thank this ingenious Christmas gift; Valen took a liking to it at first sight. But he went out for a walk, said he's going to catch some fish for Fox..."
Hermione thanked him and sat down on the other side, only then noticing something unusual: the yarn used for knitting was different from what she had expected. Instead of a ball of yarn at the end of the needles, there was a book of magical runes.
"This is... ancient runes?" She stared at the yarn for a while before realizing that they were actually made up of miniature magical characters. She couldn't help but be amazed.
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, what do you think?" Felix asked expectantly.
Hermione swallowed, pondering seriously. Before she could even react, a word slipped out of her mouth. In her mind, this idea was simply too reasonable, perfectly explaining the strange actions of the usually lazy professor.
"Invisibility cloak?"
And it wasn't just any cloak enchanted with an invisibility spell, or made from the fur of an invisibility beast. What popped into her mind was an object classified in the category of Deathly Hallows, since learning about the true existence of the Resurrection Stone, her attitude towards the Deathly Hallows had become less rigid.
Of course, her idea aligned with Felix's: that they were both made by highly skilled wizards.
A smile of appreciation appeared on Felix's face.
"Ah, Professor! Have you deciphered the method of making the invisibility cloak? When did this happen? Harry never mentioned you borrowing the cloak from him." Hermione was half excited and half puzzled.
"I haven't borrowed it. From what I understand about the Deathly Hallows, regardless of who the true maker is, it's clear that they guarded their knowledge very closely, with no intention of it being studied by future generations. Powerful protective enchantments are placed on them... So, I had to find another way."
Hermione held her tea cup, firing off one question after another:
"Is its purpose invisibility?"
"Oh..." Hermione muttered softly, leaning in closer, her nose almost touching the half-knitted magical rune fabric. "The runes on it are so small, I can't see them clearly..."
"Use your intuition, Miss Granger."
Hermione closed her eyes slightly, seeming to sense nothing after a while. She couldn't help but open her eyes, feeling disappointed. Latest content published on NovєlFіre.net
"I can't do it. I'm not good at this."
"Don't rush to make a decision. Your inability may simply be due to being overly rational, voluntarily closing off your own thinking..."
"Is it bad to be rational?" Hermione asked dejectedly.
"Being rational is not bad, and it doesn't conflict with learning magic, but being overly rational can lead to problems. In fact, I've encountered similar troubles..."
Hermione's eyes lit up.
"Professor, how did you solve this problem?"
Felix cleared his throat.
"It might be because I wasn't as stubborn as you were when I was a child, uh, I mean, didn't read as many books; or perhaps I've always had a mysterious fantasy about magic since I was young, hoping it would appear in my world... It could also be that my experiences in the years before I enrolled required me to hold onto magic tightly. In any case, it all happened so naturally, and on me, rationality and emotion reached a subtle balance— at least I hope so. I'm quite satisfied with it."
At first, Hermione looked disappointed because it seemed like the professor didn't say anything, then she suddenly remembered something, unable to help covering her mouth with her hand.
She asked cautiously:
"Um, Professor... What does a magical outburst feel like? I've heard Neville mention it, but you seem different, one is because of love, and the other..."
Felix suddenly revealed a smile, as if about to unveil a huge secret, with a hint of eagerness and excitement.
"I did have some not-so-wonderful experiences, but not all of them were like that."
Hermione blinked, momentarily unable to understand the meaning of his words.
"Not, not all of them?"
"Yeah, even I find it hard to distinguish those chaotic emotions... It was too complicated for me at the time. But, Miss Granger. Logically speaking, those dangerous time travels you experienced should have some effect."
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