A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 109: The End of the Diary

Felix Harp remained noncommittal and said, "That's quite distant from what you're all discussing, and I'm still researching it myself…" He steered clear of the topic of Level Six Spells, for, truth be told, he had never encountered similar spells in others.

This led him to wonder if the so-called Level Six Spells were unique to him alone.

After all, in his fourth year, he had nearly merged his entire mind and belief to master two Level Six Spells—'Armour Charm' and 'Stunning Spell'.

When he succeeded, he underwent a transformation beyond imagination; his magical power and will were elevated.

Mind you, he was merely fifteen that year.

And in the following six years, despite advancements in magical theory, even today he possessed fewer than ten Level Six Spells.

Of course, that was partly because he had shifted most of his focus to the study of ancient magical scripts.

...

A student raised their hand and asked, "Professor Harp, do you support specializing in just one magic?"

Felix shook his head, explaining, "For beginners, specializing in one or two spells is necessary. It will propel your progress rapidly, helping you stand out and acquire the ability to protect yourself. However, for accomplished wizards, they need to learn more to address various troubles."

"Professor Harp, if I start now and only practice one spell, how long would it take to reach the level of a third or fourth-year spell?" This was a question from Albert Burke.

"Mr. Burke, I don't recommend such an approach. If your performance is satisfactory, you have a good chance of becoming an Auror," Felix remarked.

"Professor, will you include this aspect in the upcoming dueling classes?"

"Of course, without a doubt."

"Professor, I want to elevate all my spells to the level of third-year spells. Any advice?"

Felix replied in a tone tinged with amusement, "Mr. Paldes, you might want to invest more effort in magical theory. But as I said, it's not necessary."

The three professors exchanged different expressions upon observing Felix. Honestly, in their respective domains of expertise, they considered themselves no less than what Felix referred to as "Level Five Spells." But the crux of the matter was—

How did he define Level Six Spells?

This was the most intriguing aspect for the professors.

"Professor McGonagall, how do you view his theory?" Snape asked in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall said, "This method isn't suited for Transfiguration, but for spells, personally, I find it rather reasonable. Phileas, what's your take?"

Flitwick offered his perspective, "At least in the realm of dueling magic, it's quite applicable. He analyzed some classic duel cases for me, providing fresh insights. Of course, just as he mentioned, this theory won't encompass all magic."

In the subsequent questions, the young wizards seemed to accept his notion of spell levels, continuously raising various queries.

After about fifteen minutes, the crowd gradually quieted down.

Felix Harp stated, "Alright then! Let's move on to the next step. There are forty minutes left until the end of class, and we'll use the remaining time to assess and guide you through the Disarming Charm."

The four professors weaved through the crowd, pairing up young wizards and guiding them in performing the Disarming Charm.

However, many young wizards were still somewhat uneasy—

"Professor Harp definitely has mastered Level Six Spells!" Ron said with conviction.

"I share the same opinion. He didn't deny it," Dean Thomas added.

But Professor Harp just won't say, and that's truly vexing!

Unconsciously, most of the young wizards began to accept this classification.

"What do you think Level Six Spells are?" Ron asked.

"Could the incantations become larger and brighter?" Neville asked with a hopeful expression.

"Are you suggesting spells the size of a water barrel?"

"Could that be possible?"

Meanwhile, Felix spoke to a Hufflepuff young wizard, "Very good, Diego, your incantation is quite impressive."

Cedric spoke somewhat hesitantly, "I've practiced for a long time too, Professor Harp. The materials you provided were very helpful."

Felix nodded satisfactorily, ready to offer some praise, but he abruptly stopped.

Cedric noticed that Professor Harp's expression suddenly turned serious. He couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what's going on?"

But Professor Harp didn't answer him; his gaze was fixed in one direction, his pale blue eyes seemingly piercing the hall.

"Diego, I have an urgent matter to attend to. Please inform the other professors," the young professor hurriedly left.

He made his way straight to the castle tower and, within a few minutes, stood at his office door.

Felix cast various protective spells on himself, and the protective items beneath his wizard's robe shimmered with a magical aura. Fully prepared, he calmly waved his wand, and the door opened soundlessly.

The scene before him surprised him greatly.

At the entrance, seven or eight deep green Devil's Snare vines were tightly entwined around a house-elf. The green branches shimmered with a verdant light, seemingly pulsating as if breathing.

Felix scrutinized the unexpected intruder, noticing that it seemed to have fallen unconscious.

He cast a Reviving Charm and entered his office.

After meticulously examining the surroundings both inside and out and confirming there was no danger, he opened the corner's suitcase and took out an exquisite box. Felix's fingers brushed the surface of the box, and layers of magical patterns illuminated upon it.

No signs of being breached.

He let out a sigh of relief, opened the box, and the diary lay quietly inside.

Only then did he have the mental capacity to consider the origin of this unfamiliar house-elf.

After a moment's thought, he retrieved a thumb-sized transparent vial from his ring. It contained about a milliliter of clear liquid.

It was a Christmas gift from Snape.

Felix carefully dripped two drops of the potion into the house-elf's mouth and revived him with a Reviving Charm.

About five minutes later, he pieced together the entire sequence of events.

Felix's emotions were quite complex.

He gazed at the diary. After a prolonged silence, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Tom."

A considerable amount of dark fire shot out from his wand, congregating above the office and forming rolling clouds like those on overcast days. Under Felix's control, these clouds converged and condensed into a solid, shimmering white sword.

The diary sensed danger; its pages rustled, releasing copious amounts of black mist. However, upon contact with the solid white sword, the mist dissipated instantly.

From within the diary, a much younger voice of Tom emerged, "No, I can tell you the secret of conquering death—"

"Shhh!"

The sword pierced the diary, passing through the delicate box, the long table—

The voice abruptly ceased.

Felix waved his wand, causing the solid white sword to disperse.

"Understanding the essence, reshaping the form, that's Level Six magic..." his voice echoed in the office.

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