Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts

by Little Merger

Three years after graduating from Hogwarts, Felix enters the school again. What will happen when Muggle wisdom, innovation and magic come together?

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More people arrived, not just those Black family relatives, but some officials from the Ministry of Magic also arrived, as well as some of Felix's friends, and he even saw the figure of Rita Skeeter, a woman who kept a low profile and was classified as the least popular reporter since her Animagus was exposed.

Sirius didn't really know this woman well and shouldn't know this information yet, but Harry has reminded him in a whisper.

The funeral ceremony had officially begun.

In the green grass, Regulus' coffin is surrounded by flowers, and he quietly laid inside, his angular face filled with peace, as if asleep. He is wearing an emerald green robe embroidered with the Black family crest, and in the corner of the coffin is engraved with the Black family motto in French: Toujours Pur (Always Pure).

Sirius looked at the solemn faces of the audience, knowing that there would be a hard battle to be fought today, only the main character might not be him, he took a deep breath and calmly read the eulogy.

" I thank you all for coming, among you are old friends of the Black family, in-laws, as well as my friends, mentors, and wizards with reputations in various professions."

"I once heard that a man's lifespan is not only based on the number of days he lived, but it also counts the time he remained in people's memory after his death. I went through that line again and again for a while, and I would like to add one more point, maybe that the image he has in people's memory is also important. Regulus started from being a well-mannered Nobleman to becoming a follower of the dark lord who started the war ... It will be extremely unfair to just stop here. I am honored to proclaim, on this day, at the funeral of my brother Regulus Arcturus Black, the merits of a man who dedicated his life to the great cause of fighting against the dark lord, as he demonstrated courage and perseverance far beyond the ordinary man on a long and lonely road."

He read on in one breath, in spite of the uproar among the audience -

"His merits were witnessed by Albus Dumbledore and Felix Hap, who will speak after me ... At school, Regulus was an outstanding seeker, bringing honour to his house, and he treated people with sincerity, integrity, warmth, and courtesy ..."

Sirius finished reading the eulogy and walked off the stage. Harry comforted him lightly, to which he shook his head and looked at Dumbledore.

There is a lot of murmuring among the guests, Sirius's words shocked them, and some let out a sneer: "Is this his attempt to turn the tables for his brother?" And more people stared at Dumbledore, so if Sirius was telling the truth, then Dumbledore's next statement carried extreme weight.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, stepped forward, and made his point: "Regulus Arcturus Black, showed us the process of growing up of an immature young man. In his childhood, he was deeply influenced by his family and parents, with this imprint he stepped into school and made friends ..."

"He is exposed to more new perspectives and learned to think, perhaps immature or maybe naive, but let's not overlook his growth in the process and the potential he showed. When he stepped out of school and saw the reality of the world with his own eyes, reality and ideals collided fiercely in his mind. That's when he shows us how a Noble Soul thinks: do the right thing and rise above all. He has to fight against certain deeply rooted ideas in his mind, fight alone, and he ultimately won."

"He recognized Voldemort's true face and gave him a good blow. He died unnoticed, but we will not forget this young, blazing soul who was only 18 years old."

"The war is never far from us, perhaps one day, it will suddenly erupt in a way we would not expect, and as long as there is a breath, we will not stop fighting. When we hold the wand, for love, for the well-being of the public, there will be someone who will sacrifice his life for the greater good, and will bring us inexhaustible spiritual wealth."

Dumbledore's words set off even bigger waves, Rita Skeeter hid in a corner, pulling quill and parchment from her pocket, a thin bead of sweat emerging from her nose from the excitement, the quill fluttered rapidly.

Felix paced over, "Rita, heroes are not to be slandered."

Rita Skeeter, the woman's body stiffened, and then a smile appeared: "Of course, Mr. Hap is planning to reveal more inside information?" She did not move and crumpled the parchment into a ball.

"Making up stories is what you are good at, as long as you don't discredit Regulus, I have no other comments."

Rita Skeeter shoved the end of the quill into her mouth and kept sucking on it. In just a few seconds, she thought of something and her eyes lit up: "I'm going to write about the Dark Lord from Regulus' point of view, from worship to disillusionment, through the eyes of a Death Eater, what do you think?"

Felix gave her a surprised look: "You're not afraid of retaliation?"

"Sir, the true fanatical followers of the Dark Lord are in Azkaban, and the ones out here are a bunch of cowards." Rita Skeeter said contemptuously, "A bunch of fence-sitters, you couldn't find a better word to describe them."

"I'll be waiting to read your masterpiece, then." Felix said.

On the other side, someone had already started to question Dumbledore -

"Dumbledore, are you telling the truth?" Barty Crouch frowned. Regulus joining the Death Eaters had been an accepted thing at one point, as his parents hadn't shied away from it. But the Ministry of Magic did not put Regulus on trial after the war, because long before that, he had disappeared, and even those arrested Death Eaters did not know what had happened, perhaps died in some attempt to do some evil, or perhaps offended the Dark Lord and got killed.

"On my honour." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Do you have any proof?" Barty Crouch said, "If there is no evidence, the Ministry of Magic will not recognize--"

Sirius said coldly, "My brother did not fight Voldemort to gain your recognition."

Barty Crouch's face twitched hard; he was the one who had approved Sirius's life sentence without trial that year, and after thirteen years, he turned out to be innocent.

Tonks came over and whispered softly to Lupin: "There are a lot more rumours in the Ministry lately, old stories being resurfaced, saying that Mr. Crouch got where he is today all because of a ruthless heart, and in addition to illegally judging Sirius, he put his own son in Azkaban without evidence, and all this for the seat of Minister of Magic. "

"Wizengamot is already considering withdrawing his seat as a member."

Lupin slightly helplessly moved to the side, he is not very comfortable with this kind of intimate conversation.

Soon, Felix stood in front of the crowd, he swept his eyes around, and when the chatter quieted down, he opened his mouth and said, "I approve of what Sirius and Headmaster Dumbledore said earlier, there is no need to repeat them. I happened to hear a sentence today, and decided to share with you ..."

"Someone told me that people should learn to look ahead, no need to dwell on the past, the world will eventually move forward." He said softly, "Very sensible ..."

"We always do things based on our own judgment of the future, thinking that we are the only ones who see clearly and far ahead. But the question is, we all look ahead, so who exactly sees the future that will become reality?"

His eyes swept over Lucius Malfoy, who held his wife and son, standing expressionlessly, still mulling over the words Felix had just mentioned to him.

"I have not experienced war, yet I am deeply affected by it, and it seems to me that every war is a clash of different wills, sincerity, passion, and selflessness, as well as cruelty, vileness, and greed ..."

Felix said softly, as his eyes pierced like a knife against a small group of people.

"Based on the past experience, when faced with a choice, some people are calculating and profit-oriented; some people flatter to be included in the high status; some people are wise to protect themselves; some people will hide ..."

"But fortunately, there is another group of people; when danger comes, they choose to stand up and defy the odds to guard everything they hold dear."

Everyone's eyes locked on his eyes, wanting to see his innermost thoughts, while Felix simply spoke unhurriedly, "What I'm curious about is, my friends, are you prepared for the choice when it comes once again? Which path will you choose?"

"Felix Hap! What are you advocating!"

A fat male wizard growled and shouted, his voice distorted by fear: "Do you want to give orders and command us! And that crazy old man, full of lies, I should have never joined this damn-"

His words ended abruptly, his fat body trembled, making a "ho-ho" sound, followed by a spasm he fell, Felix dragged him into the thinking room, in just a few seconds his surface of consciousness burned with blazing fire seven times, although it's only a projection of the real consciousness, the feeling of pain is real. He will be in bed for at least two weeks.

"... I saw the future that I had identified and decided to prepare for it. I wanted to be prepared for whatever obstacles I might face." Felix concluded his remarks.

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Draco Malfoy's nose tip glistened with grainy sweats, his nostrils flared with excitement, his pale cheeks flushed slightly, he had never heard such an exciting speech before, Professor Hap's speech was simply perfect. He looked like his ideal Slytherin - calm, dashing, and commanding.

Especially when he also used some kind of magic to make that brain-dead guy faint in front of the crowd!

Although after the funeral, he was called by Headmaster Dumbledore for a lecture ...

Draco stood next to a white vertical flower tower, sneakily glancing at a secluded corner, where Dumbledore and Professor Hap standing, Dumbledore's expression is one of seriousness, while Professor Hap explained something with a smile, only words he vaguely heard were "... recently mastered ... just a lesson ..."

On the other side the atmosphere is awkward for a handful of people; his own parents, Potter, Sirius Black, the pink-haired woman, Professor Lupin, Weasleys, and finally the family of Aunt Andromeda, who visited his house once before - most of these people are related to the Malfoys. He had long been accustomed to the various relatives who popped out of nowhere, but he never paid attention to them unless they were deliberately introduced by his father.

The only exception is Aunt Andromeda, the image of her arguing with his mother when he was a child left a deep impression on him, even after all these years, he still remembers her. Especially in Astronomy class, when the professor introduced Andromeda, he remembered that he had an aunt with the same name. She looked a lot like another aunt he had never met, and although his mother never mentioned her two sisters, he had seen pictures of them when they were young as he went through picture albums.

The three were well distinguished; the flamboyant, slightly mean-spirited older sister with her curly black hair; the second sister, Andromeda, with her fuzzy light brown hair and gentler eyebrows, and lastly the youngest, his mother, with her long blonde hair.

Draco looked up and down at the male wizard who stood next to Aunt Andromeda with a critical eye, this is the muggle wizard that his aunt chose? He didn't look that great ... blonde hair, a big belly, and nothing outstanding except for the soothing voice that is both calm and filled with gentleness.

"Draco, let's go!" Narcissa shouted at him in exasperation, reunions after long periods were not always pleasant, and once again the two sisters broke up unhappily, leaving Draco to follow in a hurry as his family left.

Soon, Felix and Dumbledore also ended their conversation, and he came over with a relaxed expression as he approached the Weasleys, who had planned to leave the place with Ron and talked to them about the Weasley twins.

"I don't know if they told you guys that I made a promise to show them something novel during the summer."

Mrs. Weasley's expression looked a little difficult, she had always been against the brothers engaging in making those mischievous items, but at this point, she didn't know what to do, and it is difficult to find supporters among the members of the family, except Percy - only when she is angry, the whole family will support her unconditionally.

"Arthur--" she looked at her husband.

Mr. Weasley grimaced, "Oh, of course, of course, Fred and George brought it up when Molly tried to spank them - ahem! You know, the O.W.L's exam results," he stroked his somewhat shedding hair, "each received four certificates, which together don't add up as much as their brothers ... Can I ask what it's all about?"

"It can be interpreted as a special social practice," said Felix: "I want to show them the factories of Muggle society, machinery, ideas, and whatnot, as it happens, my new company also needs - "

"Can I volunteer?" Mr. Weasley asked immediately, Mrs. Weasley elbowed him, and he glanced sheepishly at his wife, "Uh, I mean ... makes a lot of sense, Molly, I must admit that it would be good for Fred and George."

Mrs. Weasley puffed out her chest like a bullfrog, "Arthur, they still have two years to go before they graduate, if they start taking ... it seriously from now on"

"Molly, you and I both know they're not ambitious, we can't make decisions for them." Mr. Weasley insisted.

He gave his address, "Professor Hap, you're always welcome." Then he left with his family.

In the evening, the L.C.A. building.

In a temporarily compartmented office on the third floor, Felix met Severus Snape.

He sat in a swivel chair and turned around lightly, "So, the interview is tomorrow, and you're not even prepared your own company yet?" Snape's words dripped with obvious accusation.

"The place for the building has already been bought, along with the building materials. I'm planning to build a new one by myself." Felix said with a sigh, "I've been so occupied reading books lately, it feels like walking into a treasure trove and picking up treasures as you bend down."

"How can you receive the resumes then?"

"Of course, I asked them to send it to Andys at the L.C.A building in the recruitment advertisement, which in fact was received by Dobby, I found some time to look through them, I have some impressions of some people, it is easy to decide, and while the rest require hard work from you, Severus."

Snape showed an unexpected expression, "You really want me to help you interview?"

"Oh, it's me and you together."

Felix pulled out a silver pocket watch from his chest pocket, then clicked the clasp to let the top cover pop open gently, and a Niffler poked her head out from inside, her pink nose twitched continuously.

"This is ... a Niffler."

"You can call her Valen." Niffler crawled up to Felix's shoulder along his arm and surveyed the surroundings sensitively. Then she took an Order of Merlin out of her pocket, hugged it, and held it tightly. Then she settled herself on Felix's shoulder and entered a nice dream.

"Wizengamot will regret giving you the award when they see this scene." Snape said.

"A true honour cannot be taken away." Felix said with a smile.

The next morning, the two stood in a wide-open space in Diagon Alley, where the previous buildings had been bulldozed and replaced by large piles of stone and sand materials, a small cone-shaped sand dune alone is as tall as the second story building next to it.

"What are you going to do now?" Snape asked.

"Use magic to build the building." Felix said as he stretched out his palm, thin golden lines appeared in his hand, weaving continuously, forming a somewhat illusory three-dimensional castle-like building, it is transparent, if you use a magnifying glass to see, you can even see the interior space divided into layers within, as well as the patterns carved on the massive support pillars; the spiral staircase connected everywhere, the main lobby went straight up through the center, if a person standing there, he can directly see the huge ice crystal-like chandelier hanging down from the very top.

Felix tossed the miniature building out of his hand, and it turned into a stream of light, landing in the center of the space, then swelling and growing rapidly, taking over the otherwise grimy, gray-brown ground and glowing with a bright magical glow.

People on the street stopped and gestured, and a young couple cast their astonished gaze upon it.

Felix waved his ebony wand, and the building materials piled on the ground melted like liquid, white marble, brown sand, gray pebbles ... A vortex emerged above the ground, sucking it all in, and then the ground continued to churn, flooding with a huge, murky bubble.

"Reminds me of the scene of boiling potion." Snape said, hiding the real emotions within.

As they watched, a building began to slowly grow upward.

The illusory three-dimensional image turned into reality, a variety of materials from the vortex-like a small snake poked its head out, and filled the illusory building that existed only in the imagination, layer by layer, from the very bottom of the foundation to extended upward, finally, a hundred-foot-tall vertical castle appeared, exactly the same as the miniature model held by Felix before.

From the bottom to the top, every line, every pattern closed together upward and inward, interlocked with each other, forming a combined flow, and finally gathered at the very top of the whole building, pointing straight to the sky, looking from afar, it looked like a sheathed blade, awe-inspiring.

A black stone monument emerged out of the ground, with a string of gold engraved letters - Future World.

"By the way, there' also the seeds recommended by Professor Sprout."

Felix said, carefully pulling two dark brown seeds out of his pocket and dropping them at the building's entrance, where they quickly sprouted and grew under the magic, sprouting branches and twisting and knotting themselves to form an ancient, thick, green staircase that stretched down to their feet.

"Severus, allow me to solemnly present this to you." Felix smiled and courteously extended his hand, "You are the first guest."

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"Percy, did you see that?"

"... saw it."

In the corner of Diagon Alley, Percy and Penelope stared blankly at each other as Percy asked her, "Do you think Professor Hap is here as a guest?"

"Don't say silly things," Penelope clenched her fists excitedly, "We should have realized it a long time ago, the recruitment information reveals quite a lot-"

"You mean the ancient runes and revere for muggle items?" Percy snapped back. "It's a good thing we came here again; the first few times we came over, it was an empty lot."

Percy and Penelope dropped by here more than once and even went to the L.C.A building by following the job ad. The staff of the revitalized comic book company led them to a house-elf, the one dressed more elaborately than they were, and had a separate office. He didn't give much information, except insisting that the interview location would remain the same and that they should be there on time. "You definitely won't regret it."

Percy will be joining the Ministry of Magic in a few days, and this will be their last time visiting here, they just happened to arrived in time to see this scene.

...

Felix and Snape walked into the Future World Building, Felix's fingertips brushed against a copper Nat, "Dobby." as he called out softly.

"Snort!"

With a slight thud, a house-elf in a sophisticated butler's suit appeared and bowed deeply, "Mr. Hap, Dobby at your service." He raised his head and looked around, "Is this our new company? It looks a little dark ..."

"Of course it is, there's still a lack of lighting." Felix said, his finger poked ahead, runes converged, into a palm-sized milky white ball of light, it swirled upward, landed in the huge ice crystal-like chandelier at the very top of the building, then the whole building became bright.

"It will last for a while, and in a couple of days I'll make a stable runic artefact." He said thoughtfully, "This might possibly be the first product of the company."

"A magic lamp?" Snape mulled it over, "Nice idea."

Felix clapped his hands, "The interview is at nine o'clock, almost two hours from now, we can use this time to make some adjustments-"

He stopped talking as a young man and woman pushed the door open from outside, "Professor?" Penelope asked nervously.

Felix nodded at her, "You're earlier than I thought, well ... I've seen your grades, and it's not really necessary, but let's go through the process."

He said to Dobby, "If anyone comes in early for an interview, please take them to that room on the second floor." He pointed at a spacious room on the second floor with an enormous foliate wine-red chestnut door carved with an antique floral design.

"Okay, Mr. Hap." Dobby said happily.

As the group walked up the spacious, large angular spiral staircase, Percy took the opportunity to survey the ceiling sculptures on the dome, which showed a patchwork of scenes, in addition to the wizard with a wand, there were some people dressed like muggles, some of them holding various glass tubes in their hands, some musing over complex mechanical structures, and some holding up a brass balance.

It is hard for him to understand why these people are grouped together, they seem to come from all walks of life, so Percy gazed at the images of the wizards, he identified several of them, they all have a common feature - known for discovering or inventing extremely meaningful spells.

For example, he saw Summerbee, who invented the Cheering Charm, Flavius Belby, who discovered a way to drive Lethifold away, and Glover Hipworth ... who invented the Pepperup Potion. Percy surmised that those muggles he didn't know should be similar characters? Discovered or invented something?

"Miss Clearwater, make a note that we should make the stairs move." Felix, who is walking ahead, said.

"What? Oh, okay." Penelope said, rummaging through her pockets as Percy thoughtfully handed her a small notebook and a quill, Percy said, " This is something I prepared in advance ..."

"Thanks, Percy." She jotted it down quickly.

Felix made some more comments: "We need some decorations ... This is not urgent, the employees can decorate according to their own preferences, but some tables chairs, paper, quill ink, greeneries and so on, still need to be prepared. Draw up a list, and you can discuss it with Dobby."

He glanced at Penelope: " Excuse me, there is a shortage of staff, so you are needed to do some miscellaneous tasks for the time being ..."

"That's okay, professor, I can quickly familiarize myself with the place this way." Penelope said, while writing down the request, "Dobby should be that house-elf just now?"

"That's right, and it's important to note that, like you, he's an employee of the company, not someone's servant."

"He's a wild elf?" Penelope asked in surprise.

"He likes to call himself, Free Dobby." Felix replied with a smile.

They came to the large room on the second floor, and if it weren't for the lack of tables, chairs, carpets, and other decorations, it would be really hard to imagine that everything here had just appeared, and Percy stroked the delicate carving on the windowsill, which seemed to be a Niffler...

Felix morphed some very Hogwarts-style long table and chairs, he and Snape sat on one side of the table, Penelope and Percy sat on the other side, but soon, the interview turned into a discussion of the company's business scope, management system, and daily operations so on.

Percy is quite a fan of the Ministry of Magic's management methods, and he suggested copying them exactly, but this was strongly opposed by his girlfriend.

"Percy, the management style of the Ministry of Magic is too cold and rigid, and for a good while, we won't have too many people ..." She glanced at Felix for confirmation, and Felix nodded gently, and she turned her head and said. "You see, if there are only a dozen or a few dozen people, it is still more important to have a friendly atmosphere."

"It is because of the small number of people that some rules should be established early, it is better for all." Percy insisted.

"Rules are necessary, but they don't have to be so rigid." Penelope said patiently, "Future World is based on research and development, it is completely different from the Ministry of Magic ..."

Felix and Snape sat quietly on the sidelines, watching them argue, both of them have a stubborn nature in their character, but again, they are rational people, willing to reason, after half an hour, Percy was convinced.

Only then did Felix say with a smile on his face, "It seems you have reached a consensus."

"Let me say what I think, as Miss Clearwater said, the purpose of the future world is to provide convenience for all wizards and make their lives better, in other words, our ideas have to be ahead of the entire wizard community, we, the future."

"A relaxed environment is a must, I won't make too many constraints, however, some practices of the Ministry of Magic have merit, for example, Percy's point about using paper planes to deliver messages, I was deeply intrigued when I first saw it."

"Knock, knock!"

Dobby appeared with a knock on the door, "Mr. Hap, there's an applicant, he says his name is Remus Lupin."

Snape stood up in a flash, "I'll go get him." Without waiting for Felix's response, he hurried out of the room.

Felix shook his head, rushed to follow, these two have fought before, the relationship is really complicated, but another fight is not a problem, but he must send away Percy and Penelope first.

He addressed the two, "You're hired, Miss Clearwater. Go enjoy your time off and report to work tomorrow ..."

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Remus Lupin took today's interview very seriously, he got ready half an hour early and reviewed the prepared material silently on the way here, with the clipping cut off from the newspaper in his pocket as he cherished the words in it.

"... regardless of origin, all based on ability. Anyone who is far above the norm in any three following fields - ancient runes, alchemy, charms, transfiguration, magic theory, and muggle studies ..."

Regardless of origin, all based on ability!

This is an extremely rare choice of words used in the recruitments of the job offers in the wizarding community, although the requirements are relatively harsh, and Lupin thinks he is not inferior in any of those fields beside ancient runes, in fact, he is best at things related to the Defense Against the Dark Arts and had many opportunities to put those bits of knowledge into practice during his years of wandering.

After receiving the invitation for the interview, the reply letter sent to him once again reaffirmed that the company is dedicated to the practical research of magic, which will involve the improvement and transformation of many muggle items. Lupin devoted half a month to learning about various novelties in the non-magical world.

This insight led him to become fascinated, and Lupin discovered a system completely different from magic, full of rigour and logic, everything is in order, but unfortunately, there is no place left for magic there.

He didn't know if the owner of 'Future World' saw this, but he felt that even if he might not be hired, it would be worthwhile to see the vision of this company. When he came over according to the address, he saw an extremely imposing vertical castle with a large group of people gathered around it.

He listened around for several minutes on the sidelines, in a state of confusion. What do you mean a building that suddenly grew out of nowhere an hour ago, was this an empty lot two hours ago?

He also saw a house-elf in a suit - this itself is something strange- but the looped coat-of-arms on its chest caught Lupin's attention, does that represent some ancient family, or is it just alchemy? Or is it ... the Magic Rune Club?

When he identified himself, the house-elf led him into the building, the simple undecorated architecture of the interior is very appealing to Lupin, and they made their way up a curved spiral staircase, with Dobby bouncing ahead of him.

"One moment, please -"

Lupin from the second floor near the handrail looked at the relief on the ceiling, relied on the past few days cramming work, although he did not know all the characters on the dome, but he still could distinguish their occupations, especially the one who fiddled with complex machinery, that looked like a mechanical engineer?

In the middle of his thoughts, he heard a sharp gust of wind and looked back, and unexpectedly saw the cold face of Severus Snape. Snape stood two steps above him, clamping his black robes together in front of him like a black bat retracting its wings and looking down at him.

"Lupin," Snape said softly, a grin creeping out of the corners of his lips, "welcome to ..."

Lupin suddenly remembered this same expression when Snape first brought him the wolfsbane potion, and after he drank it, he couldn't eat for two whole days.

"Hello, Severus." Lupin said mildly, as he walked up the next two steps, "What a coincidence, meeting you here."

"Coincidence? No..." Snape said playfully, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You're waiting for me specifically?" Lupin frowned, The coat of arm on Dobby's chest once again appeared in his mind, pro muggle, ancient rune at the top of the recruitment requirements ...

"Lupin the surname perhaps hinted at your identity," Snape's smile colder, "I recently looked up some names, and in the past, I overlooked the point that there is magic and fate in every name."

Lupin winced; he hated this reference being made. The word 'Lupin', in the out-of-the-way usage of some countries, contained the meaning of wolf.

Snape sneered contemptuously and just about continued to say something, but there was a clatter behind him and Felix came out with Percy and Penelope, both surprised at the tense atmosphere between them.

" Leave us alone - " Snape said with a cold air radiating from his body.

Percy and Penelope glanced at Felix, who smiled and nodded at them, and they scrambled away.

Felix waved his wand and the doors of the building closed with a bang.

He leaned against the wall and said slowly, "I've always wondered, both professors were the best of their time, one a master of dueling and the other master of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so who is really better."

"I had a chance to see this scene, but I interrupted it, and now I finally have a chance to be sure of that."

Lupin frowned and looked at Felix: "I'm here for an interview, not for a fight."

Felix lowered his head and stared earnestly at his nails, "You misunderstand, Professor Lupin. I admitted you at your farewell party, and yes, this is my company. I knew enough about your abilities early on in this year of working together, so you can think of this as an orientation program with your new colleagues - showing off your skills and getting to know each other better. Perhaps, you can also cast a vicious spell at me."

A red flash flew toward him, "Cut the crap, Felix." Snape said with a fierce look on his face. He looked at Lupin, "I rarely have dealt with you, you're always hiding behind Potter and Black's arse ..."

"Oh, Severus," Lupin drew his wand, he also could not suppress his anger, " two of them is enough for you to handle, if you add me, you will be scared to pee your pants."

Snape showed a bitter smile, "Well said ..." a red light flew out.

Lupin dodged nimbly and countered with a disarming charm, and the two men, equally brimming with passion, fought, as spells flying and colourful light streaked all over the place. Snape felt a long-lost excitement, he really felt alive, except that there was a man chattering next to him -

"No one cares here, don't hide, Severus, where's your dark magic?"

"Oh, that almost hit me, Professor, you're having trouble with your aim-"

Felix tilted his head, a spell exploded behind him, and he broke into a smile, "You guys are the ones who started it, don't say I'm being unreasonable ..."

He stood up straight away from the wall, his arms stretched out leisurely, a dark wand appeared in his hand, just with a light wave, three dazzling lights flew out at the same time, rushing towards the two.

Lupin got surprised by his sudden entry into the fray, slightly struggled to block the spell, then he took two cautious steps back, surprised to see Snape also put up a barrier emitting a hazy glow.

The two looked at each other, looking at Felix who walked over with his arms spread wide, Snape said with great annoyance.

"Take out the obstruction."

But Felix struck first, he kept coming closer and closer, a spell thrown down like rain, each spell wasn't really strong, but the number is definitely exaggerated, and the glow of the magic illuminated his body.

"Two professors, you still need to work hard, hm~hmm~~"

Snape and Lupin looked at each other, Snape shook his hand and threw out a speedy black mist to corrode the incoming spell, and the wand in Lupin's hand slashed down like a sharp sword with a "swoosh" sound, the debris on the floor trembled and flew towards Felix.

He is still a bit confused, completely perplexed at what's happening. Originally he was nervous about the interview but ended up bumping into his nemesis Snape, then he came up and threw a spell at him, another former colleague also encouraging them to fight, and he even later found some lame excuses to join the fray, while he was forced to join forces with Snape ...

How in the end did they get to this point?

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Once the fight started, it is hard to stop. Lupin struggled to control the spell, Felix is competing with him for control of the transfigured entity, half of the debris on the field turned into cats, and the other half turned into chubby Nifflers, which strutted comically and pressed their buttocks against the cats, making them let out a shriek.

On the other hand, Snape's spell is fast and rapid, when encountering a spell that flying towards him, he did not dodge, but he used his high reaction speed at the last minute to flick off the spell, his casting speed is at least twice as fast as the average person.

However, Felix is equally not slow, he seems to have no limits in general, while suppressing Lupin, he can still spare some effort to confront him, using hand gestures to cast spells from time to time, propping up a moving golden shield.

Snape felt sick, he could not think of a better word, the golden shield has excellent resistance to spells, pushing two or three spells towards him on top of it, as a last resort, he used a more powerful spell to freeze them in place, but the next second the shield turned into a small snake, dexterously wandering on the ground.

What surprised him, even more, was that for some simple spells, even though it hit Felix, the spell slid aside smoothly against his chest.

"Humanoid shield charm ... Professor, I was actually a little careless, it's not my most powerful defensive magic, in case you use the Diffindo just now, Professor, I might bleed a little."

At the end of the battle, Snape and Lupin combined to release a small black hurricane, the building emitted a humming and shuddering sound, the ground debris was torn and swept in, making its sound look even more appalling.

It was 50 or 60 feet tall and occupying a third of the castle, emitting a "whining" whistling sound as they were forced to retreat.

"That's something." Felix curled the corners of his mouth, if he wanted to avoid it, it would be easy, but to defeat it head-on would take a little effort, and his goal was never to win.

At that moment, the light in the castle began to flicker constantly, Felix looked up, the topmost chandelier being pulled by a small hurricane and shaking violently, emitting a creaking and groaning noise that was unbearable.

A milky-white orb was sucked down and rolled into the hurricane, which began to twist and expand under the action of external forces ... A bright column of light passed through the black hurricane, like countless lightsabers piercing a hole in a big empty garbage bag, and Its light shone in the dim space as well as on their obscure and uncertain faces.

Finally, the pillar of light and hurricane disappeared together.

Snape flinched for a moment, "No fun." He put away his wand and prepared to leave.

"Don't go, Professor," Felix pulled him back and said with a smile, "After the welcome ceremony, we should discuss the future of the company."

"That's the future of your company." Snape said coldly.

"It's our 'future'." Felix looked at him.

Ten minutes later, Felix yawned toward and said with an apologetic look on his face, "Please, Dobby."

"Leave it to me, Mr. Hap, Dobby will finally have something to do." The house-elf patted his chest and said, the fingertips of his long, thin fingers lit up with light, returning the rubble all over the floor to its place.

Snape, Lupin, and Felix came to the second floor of the large room, each sat down in three separate directions.

Felix said sincerely: "Professor Lupin, Severus, and I will spend most of the time teaching at Hogwarts, I don't have much energy to devote to this, I can only develop a strategy in terms of the general direction, the specific management still needs you."

Perhaps tired from fighting, Snape did not raise objections.

Lupin thought seriously for a moment, "What do I need to do?"

"Study."

"Study?" Lupin asked suspiciously.

Felix said, "As I said back when Dumbledore interviewed me, I hope to introduce the wisdom of the non-magical world, the magical world has been closed for too many years, and the outside world is taken for granted by us, If we can study them and create something even if it is slightly modified product of theirs, it will deeply change the whole magical world. Therefore, learning is a must."

Snape gave Felix a meaningful look, he saw some information in the temporary office of the L.C.A building, even if only one-tenth of it can be realized, it will bring a radical change to the wizarding community.

It is truly ... cunning, as always, to start with the lives of all the wizards.

Felix drew out a stack of parchments and let them float in front of Lupin, "I don't want to make some amazing product, but - what's the word? Like a spring rain, moistening the air and soil, making the company's products unconsciously an essential part of every wizard's life."

"We can start with the basics of the wizard's home, like the magic lamp, like the magic air conditioner. Can you imagine that such a small box can keep the temperature within a twenty-foot diameter at the optimum level?"

Lupin fiddled with the small box floating in front of him, he tried to inject a trace of magic, the surrounding temperature immediately dropped, just like the March wind blowing on his body, bringing a slight refreshing breeze for him.

"This is just an example, in fact, I also made some similar gadgets, you can understand it as a prototype, you can improve it and invent different types for different scenarios."

"Then the profit ..." Lupin had been convinced, in his opinion, it is a good thing, and he began to think about the development of the company.

"No need to think about profits for now," Felix said with a nod: "In addition to what I just mentioned, I would prefer you to discover suitable enchantments methods, not bound by ancient runes, alchemy, or out-of-the-way magic spells, and preferably develop standards and procedures that will work. "

"Remus, we're making history."

Lupin admitted he's moved, his heart became more alive, like rediscovering the meaning of life.

"How many people are currently in the company?" Lupin inquired.

"You, me, Severus, Dobby, and Miss Clearwater who just left," Felix counted with his fingers, "I've scheduled the rest of the interviews for the following week, and there are about ... three hundred people or so. "

Lupin's black eyes went blank for a moment, "You mean, I am going to do all the work without ..."

"Well, after all, the research and development team will be handed over to you, it is best to let you go through it personally, but I can provide a list of people I think will be useful to you a bit." Felix said.

"I'll help out too, over the summer." He added.

Lupin found the word "help" a little harsh, it isn't even his company, "So when the full moon ..."

"Severus will be responsible for providing the Wolfsbane potion, as well as the channel for some rare alchemical materials of some recipes." Felix said, he inherited a large amount of knowledge in alchemy from Nicolas Flamel, and if something represents the heritage of a great alchemist, it would be the recipe for various enchanting materials.

Some alchemical symbols can only work with special enchanting materials, which originally was a disadvantage, but with the continuous development, various recipes becoming more and more perfect, it has also become completely mainstream.

The mere fact that it solves the problem of talent for entry makes it the number one choice of wizards, and it is not without reason that ancient runes have fallen into decline.

"In addition to that, there is one more thing we need to do this summer." Felix said, "Create a magic factory."

"A magic ... factory?" Lupin asked, he understood both words in context, but together, it's a bit puzzling.

"Well," Felix waved his wand and sprinkled a golden mist, an image of an automatic assembly line appeared, "You can assume it is from my imagination, this kind of unmanned production line does not exist in the real world yet, at least not yet."

"This concept comes from the non-magical world, we don't have to accept it all, but pick the ones that are suitable, preferably that can complement the magical world. For example, high-precision engraving ... and then, for example, batch duplication work ..."

"I contacted a manufacturer of the equipment, when you are done with the recruitment, we can go together to have a look." Felix said with a smile.

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The outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole; Devon, is an expanse of undulating hills and fertile meadows where the Weasley family lives.

A blush appears on the horizon and a tall, lean young man emerges from the emerald green fields.

With brisk steps, Felix followed a winding path past the crumbling garage and stood in front of a small yard. In front of him is a skewed blocks of house, built up to the height of a few stories, with a sign slung in front of it, reading " The Burrow".

There are some high leather boots and a rusty crucible thrown near the gate. A few fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.

Felix surveyed the place, just the layout of a house will give us a lot of stories - from the outside, the first level is the most exquisite, probably the original appearance of the Burrow, with a beautiful red roof. However, it seems the young Weasleys failed to realize that when more children were born, there would be obviously not enough space in the house for them, and on top of the first level, a second and third level was added ...

Thus, the house as a whole began to develop in a strange and bizarre direction.

The door to the house suddenly opened, Arthur Weasley welcomed Felix inside, and they came to the narrow kitchen, where a long, cleanly polished wooden table took up most of the space, surrounded by boxes and cabinets, Mrs. Weasley tied an apron and clanked away at the sink, cooking, and a quirky little tune came from the old radio.

"Hello, Professor Hap." Mrs. Weasley said enthusiastically as she turned back from her busy schedule, she pointed her wand towards the crucible, and it immediately burst into flames, then its lid jumped up and Mrs. Weasley put in the chopped sausages and vegetables, "Join us for some breakfast, I've made Gumbo, with dry cheese and buttered bread."

Felix smiled and thanked her.

She turned to Mr. Weasley again and said, "Honey, go wake up the kids." Before she could receive a response, there was a loud "crackling" explosion from upstairs, and Mrs. Weasley's hand shook as the plate hit the sink and a corner cracked.

"Don't be angry, Molly, I'll go and teach them a lesson." Mr. Weasley hurried upstairs.

"There they are at it again ... fiddling with their prank products all day long, only to get back four certificates," she huffed, fixing the plate with her wand, "and not even bothering to come down and help when they wake up... ..."

She directed the washed dishes to fly to the long wooden table, while explaining, "Charlie and Bill will be back in a few days, and there are only five children in the house now."

Felix said, "I met Charlie some time ago."

Mrs. Weasley, whose attention got drawn to him, inquired about her second son's recent condition, and she said with some concern, "He keeps telling me the job is safe, but that's a dragon after all ..."

"He's got a solid group of teammates." Felix said, picking lighter topics like feeding the dragon some roast meat and stuff, but Mrs. Weasley was visibly shaken, so he switched and talked about Charlie's captain, who had been tussling with a cute little Norwegian Ridgeback all day over a Brandy.

"That doesn't sound very clever." Mrs. Weasley said dubiously.

"Ahem! They're bonding, it's more like a game ..." Felix said, as he paced around the living room, surveying the wall clock, which, unlike the one in the kitchen that served as a day-to-day reminder, had nine golden hands with what looked like a spoon at the end of the hand with a picture of each family member attached to it; the clock on the dial, where the numbers should have been, written with the possible locations of each family member instead, including "Home," "School," "Work," "In Transit," "Lost," "Dentist," and so on, and in the place where the clock would normally be at 9 o'clock, it marked with a word "Mortal Peril".

Felix secretly speculated about the magic used in this item, the tracking spell is definitely there, as well as the name spell, the magic to detect the state of the body ... Maybe the wall clock itself represents a kind of magic contract.

Not long after two red-haired boys came down from upstairs, it is Fred and George, the twins in their pyjamas, eyes constantly searching, then spotted Felix who is surveying the wall clock, then their eyes lit up.

"Professor, you are true to your word!"

"Where are we going later? I heard Percy say that you grew a castle out-"

"What kind of magic is that? Can we learn it?"

"Are you going to acquire Zonko?"

Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen, thrusting her back and examining the two boy's attire with a stern look on her face, "Look at you two! What do you look like? Change your clothes, there are guests here."

The twins hung their heads bashfully and turned to go upstairs, Fred couldn't stop himself from saying, "Professor, wait for us, we have a new product, I-"

"Fred!" The twins' mother said in a stern voice.

Fred immediately hunched his shoulders and pushed George up the stairs, and before he disappeared he poked his head out and said playfully, "Mom, I'm actually George."

A muffled voice came from beside him, "You're talking nonsense-"

"Don't think you can escape saying that-" Mrs. Weasley's chest puffed out in anger, but the twins stomped their feet deliberately, making clunking footsteps and pretending they couldn't hear, and from about the first floor a voice yelled angrily, " Can't you guys keep your voices down!"

Mrs. Weasley filled the dishes with food, "That's Percy, he should be writing his report ... he's just joined the Ministry of Magic, so he's very motivated and desperate to do something."

Felix chuckled, "Fred and George are also working hard, and their couple's mirror is very popular." He didn't mention the odd prank product.

" That ... too," Mrs. Weasley paused, "I just think it's too early for them to be thinking about making money when they're still two years away from graduation."

"Mrs. Weasley, they just picked something they love early, you should know them best, with their personalities, what kind of work do you think they will be doing after graduation?"

Mrs. Weasley's expression wavered, and as much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't imagine that the pair of living babies would one day dress to the nine to five work in the Ministry of Magic. Or rather, any job that had anything to do with routine didn't seem to go well with them.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley returned, followed by a little girl with fiery red hair, she is the youngest Weasley child Ginny, is looking at Felix with a curious face, he is dressed today without a little shadow of the Magic world.

Ron yawned as he walked behind, his eyes half-closed as if he were sleepwalking, and Percy and the twins appeared last, Percy with his hair neatly combed and wearing a slate suit.

"I'm following Mr. Crouch now, as his assistant, and it's been a full day, we're going to the Quidditch World Cup site today." Percy described his job, admiring his boss so much that, as far as Felix could see, he's intentionally imitating Barty Crouch's attire.

The twins squeezed each other's eyes and tried to say something, but Mrs. Weasley caught them early, "No talking during eating."

Fred whined, "Mom is so biased, she doesn't care about Percy."

"Yeah, because he's in charge of seven or eight people as a little head ..."

"More than Dad."

"But what's his job again?"

"Weatherby, smooth out the lot-"

"There's a shortage of two hundred seats in the south gallery-"

Ron and Ginny lowered their heads, the corners of their mouths scrunched up in exaggerated grins as they stifled their laugh. Percy became furious: "You're snooping through my notes!"

Mr. Weasley coughed twice, "Children ..." He gestured toward Mrs. Weasley, who held up a spoon of soup in one hand, her eyes blazing like an angry lion, and they immediately subsided.

The twins emptied their plates in three or two sittings, while Felix put down his knife and fork and said to the Weasleys, "Thank you for your hospitality. Oh, Mrs. Weasley, no need to add more, I've already had three bowls of soup ..."

Outside the Burrow, the twins each carried a large bag containing their latest research.

"There are seven kinds of fireworks that can be immobilized in midair for a long time!"

"Well, we have plenty of time to discuss, now hold on my arm firmly." Felix said as the twins held his left and right hand, "Is it an Apparition? We were so close to--" The three of them twisted and disappeared together.

They appeared in an alley in a London neighbourhood, and the twins surveyed their surroundings curiously, staring at a giant dustbin, "Professor, isn't this Diagon Alley?"

"Shopping," Felix said, "need to change you guys first in case you scare someone, we've got a full day ahead of us."

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The three stood at the intersection of a busy shopping street.

They had just come out of a clothing store and the twins had changed into a casual dark blue jacket and jeans, as they gestured to each other's new look.

"The clerk almost touched the wand I had pinned on the back of my waist." Fred said apprehensively.

Felix called a cab, "First to Charing Cross, then to Sam's Finest Machinery." He said to the driver, then looked at the twins, "We're going to pick up Professor Lupin fist, he's coming with us."

The cab driver, with the characteristic early morning listlessness on his face, lazily passed through the streets and alleys, "Charing Cross is up ahead, where are we stopping?"

"A little further on, that park next to the record store up ahead."

The driver glanced over his shoulder, "Here on business?"

"Something like that," Felix twirled a glowing coin, the driver shook his head, feeling dazzled, the car pulled over, and he said warily, "Waiting on the curb also counts as time."

"There will be no less for you." Felix said carelessly.

It wasn't long before a middle-aged man suddenly appeared next to the record store as if he had been there from the beginning. Fred rolled down the car window and waved at him, "Professor Lupin, this way!"

Lupin smiled as he walked over and got in the car, "I didn't expect you to come over like this."

"How was the recruitment?" Felix asked, he then explained, "It's easier to go by car, I actually wanted to rent a car."

Lupin glared at him, "Only now you thought of asking about it? You said you'd help out before, and then you disappeared for a week."

Felix shrugged, "I went to Albania."

Lupin's face turned serious, he had heard Sirius say that Voldemort was once lurked up in the Albanian forest, he cautiously glanced at the twins, who were listening with ears pricked up, and asked vaguely, "Did you find anything?"

"Not what you think," Felix said, "I was looking for the former residence of an old friend, but unfortunately it was so old that only a crumbling ruin remained."

Hearing that Felix didn't search for the trail of Voldemort, Lupin didn't care too much, he talked about the company: "The candidates are all interviewed, according to your request, I recruited 37 in-"

"Is there anyone I know?"

"The six people you recommended have good abilities, in addition, not counting Clearwater, there are three new graduates this year ..."

After almost half an hour, the car stopped in front of a factory.

Felix paid the fare, led them to the entrance, and after a few minutes of reporting their names at the guardhouse, a middle-aged man trotted over.

"Are you Mr. Hap?" The man said enthusiastically, "I'm the Supervisor of Sam's Finest Machinery, Hobart Nott, we spoke on the phone earlier." The twins squeezed eyes at each other and mouthed: Nott.

Felix had no reaction to the surname, which had a special significance in the magical world, and introduced them with a natural expression, "This is Remus Lupin, the general manager of Future World, and these two ..." he looked at the twins who had straightened their chests. "They're visiting for, um, holiday social practice."

"No problem, Welcome! Welcome!" Hobart said hurriedly.

On the way into the factory, Lupin asked in a whisper, "How does he know about the Future World? Did you tell him?"

"I registered a shell company with the same name with the British government." Felix said with a smile.

"Is that necessary? It seems very troublesome ..." Lupin asked in bewilderment.

"Not so much trouble, I just found out an interesting fact." He whispered a few words into Lupin's ear.

"What did you say!" Lupin stared incredulously as the twins and the Supervisor Hobart looked over, and he smiled apologetically before whispering, "Is what you said is true, that there are people in the magical world smuggling gold and silver wares this side?"

"Not exactly something new," Felix said, "There are always clever people who plunder some old family silverware, then turn around and sell it to non-magical folk collectors. Imagine goblin-made silverware that repels dust, with a unique historical weight."

" Aren't they afraid of being discovered by the Ministry of Magic?"

Felix laughed: "There's a void in that aspect of the law, and, guess who did this, just a few petty thieves? Although they do very stealthy, everything is traceable."

Waves of shock welled up in Lupin's heart, and he felt his perception of the wizarding community had been turned upside down.

"Pure-blood family?" He kept mulling it over, " Nah, I was under the impression that quite a few families had declined lately, maybe they were part of it, and they had been maintaining this secret!"

His mind quickly flashed through the names of several families, some of which did not have a long history themselves, but became very rich in just a few decades.

Lupin said hesitantly, "But the Gringotts stipulates that there is a limit on the number of pounds that can be exchanged for galleons."

Felix said casually, "In the black market, bartering is not a problem, pure gold, and pure silver are also valuable in the wizarding community, and reselling them is at least tens of times more profitable."

Without waiting for Lupin to think it over, Hobart led them to a factory, and he said humbly, "We have prepared a variety of fine engraving equipment, and we hope it will meet your company's needs."

"This is a mechanical engraving machine with an overall all-steel structure, diamond blade head, high-precision ball screw, and conductor. It can be operated manually or manipulated with a simple program. We have ready-made samples, wait a moment, I'll get it here ..."

He left for a moment and brought back a three-foot-long brown board with a complex pattern carved on it, which he described as "used by many customers for high-end furniture patterns."

The twins looked at the sharp, curved tip of the blade and were just about to reach out and touch it when it suddenly buzzed and spun, then turned into a blur of shadow.

"Look out!" Hobart shouted, "It's already spinning at two thousand rpm, very dangerous." He glanced at Felix, which meant, watch your bear Kids!

"Fred, George, you don't want to leave your hands here, do you?" Felix asked softly.

The two boys smiled sheepishly and Fred inquired, "Can we have a demonstration?"

Hobart saw that neither Felix nor Lupin objected, and felt a lot more hope for a deal, "No problem!" He said in a relaxed tone, and then called a professional, the employee took the board, looked at it carefully, turned it over and clipped it to the back of the workbench, then pressed the control button next to it, the rotating carving knife with a curved blade began to move up, and the moment it came into contact with the board, the wood chips tumbled and rolled up a wood splinter.

The twins watched in awe as the blade moved nimbly across the board. After five minutes, when the board was removed, they repeatedly compared the patterns on the front and back, and they were identical, unable to pick out a single difference.

"Think about whether it can be used in your products." Felix said, Hobart glanced at them groggily, guessing in his heart that it might be for them to make some toys, but as long as it can be sold, he did not care what it could be used for, anyway, the manual is marked with hundreds of dangerous issues, if you do not follow the operation, don't expect them to pay a penny if there is an accident.

"Next is the laser engraving machine ..."

"Higher precision, faster carving speed, and the transition are delicate and natural, no less than some hand carving artists. It can work on all kinds of flat surfaces, sheet metal, glass, leather, fabric, canvas, etc."

"What about parchment?" Fred asked with interest.

"Parchment?" Hobart froze for a moment, "Maybe you could try a printer?"

"Come on, Fred, don't be ridiculous." Felix said lightly, "Mr. Nott, can you find me a slate?"

"Sure, I remember a similar sample in my office." Hobart hurriedly left.

With only four people left on the scene, Lupin inquired, "Can we bring it for use?" He gestured to the small computer, "It looks complicated."

"There's no need to bother with it," Felix said, "I just need the machine part ..."

His hand rested on that mechanical engraving machine, his magic went to sense and touch the tiny parts, and a ripple of magic spread within a slightly invisible view. After a few seconds, the quiet curved blade head suddenly spun up, and under his control, the curved carving knife engraved a rune on the edge of the wooden board.

Felix gently blew away the wood chips, his fingertips brushing over the carved-out mark, showing that a magic power remained.

"What do you think would become if you combined this with the principles of a Magic Portrait and gave it a most basic intelligence?"

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After some bargaining, Felix bought three sets of equipment each, and then he took Lupin and the twins through the streets of London, naming one muggle company after another and buying miscellaneous things.

Back at Future World in Diagon Alley, Felix piled the items in the lobby, stacking them into a small mountain, attracting a crowd of new employees who came over to see both the oddities and the company's boss, who they never had seen before.

Felix led them to sit around and held a brief small meeting.

"I'll be staying here for some time to work with everyone to get the company's first product made." Felix said, "And to modify some machines and make them adaptable to magic, by the way."

Penelope reminded him, "Professor Hap, oh sorry, boss-"

"It's okay, you can still call me Professor, or just Hap." Felix said with a smile.

"... Okay, Professor," Penelope said a little nervously, but she quickly went into the working mood, "We need to consider the attitude of the Ministry of Magic, especially the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. "

"You mean the division headed by Arthur Weasley?" Felix said meaningfully.

Penelope's face reddened, and she pretended not to hear that "This division's duty is to prohibit the enchantment of muggle-made items for fear that they might return to muggle stores or homes."

Felix saw similar concerns on the faces of the others, he thought for a moment and replied seriously, "That is indeed a problem, but I have studied this part of the law carefully, and it will not affect us much, we just need to report those engraving machines to the Ministry of Magic."

"Going along with this, you will find that the entire law is for one purpose, to prevent the exposure of the wizarding community."

"To summarize, the prohibition of misuse of muggle artefacts has three key purposes." Felix swept his gaze around, looked at the crowd who showed confused expressions, so he twiddled his fingers as he said, "First, it is forbidden to maliciously enchant some items and trick muggles; second, it is forbidden to sell enchanted items that have the same form as muggle items, especially things that are unique to them, such as a toaster;" he smiled, " Of course, nothing is absolute, the Ministry of Magic does have a list of permits, and not all of them are not allowed."

"Third, the prohibition of private modification, adding other functions, the provisions of this type of law are rather vague, probably because, if you really want to pursue, many people will have prohibited items in their homes, and they may not even know about it themselves. So there's only one thing worth noting-" he said softly in a long-drawn-out voice, "and that is not to use magic-related or enchanted things in front of ordinary people."

The Weasley twins looked at each other and Fred snickered, "Dad's heart is being figured out." He is aware that this law was drafted by his own father, who was curious about everything in the Muggle world, and for this reason, he left himself many back doors.

Before Arthur Weasley, the relevant laws were blank in the Ministry of Magic, but with more and more examples of misuse of muggle items, the Ministry finally decided to create a law based on it, and it was in this setting that Mr. Weasley made the law, and became the head of this department.

Felix continued: "One of our purposes is improvement and transformation of muggle items, what does that mean? Not simply copying, but drawing on their exhibited knowledge and ideas rather than a specific thing;"

"For example, the magic lamp, its principle is completely different from the electric lamp used by ordinary people, the only similarity is - they both can illuminate."

The crowd laughed lowly, their hidden worries dispersed, most people actually do not have the courage to openly disobey the Ministry of Magic.

"In the process, you will find that we are using the concept of some item- a more convenient and practical way of lighting, we do not need to bother to learn how to use electricity, how to study the materials and principles of electric lights, but to consider how to use magic to achieve the effect we want. "

Felix looked at the crowd and said seriously, "I don't want to see prejudice against the non-magical world in the 'Future World'. Any specific person, specific group, as long as it possesses obvious external characteristics, there will always be someone who will dislike it. To put it bluntly, some people see the advantages, some people see the disadvantages ..."

"I do not want you to dwell on these boring things, hold an appreciative heart, you will find that in the past few hundred years, the outside world has achieved equally impressive achievements, and in the process, they have demonstrated the wisdom, ideas and achievements are worthy of learning."

In the days that followed, Felix stayed in the future world's vertical castle while Lupin, Penelope, and a few seventh-year graduates who had mastered the ancient magic of illumination completed the task of designing the magic lamp.

The most difficult part of this was how to store the magic sequence of ancient magic on a specific physical object. Felix went through the materials left by Nicolas Flamel and finally found an enchanted material like flowing mercury and shaped them with magic.

This process involves a lot of attempts, for which Snape deliberately ran over to protest because he detested the material consumed too quickly, then the results improved after Felix joined the research.

The basic chandeliers, candlesticks, and lantern-shaped magic lamps were successfully completed one after another, after which a Ravenclaw graduated witch proposed to use transfiguration to design a shape of an eagle, which, when used, only needed to pronounce a specific syllable, and the eagle would flutter its wings, fly into midair, and spit out a bright ball of light.

The idea was unanimously praised by the 17 Ravenclaw house graduate employees, and then more magic lamp forms were brought up, the powerful, with the function of waking lion; jumping badger that can follow the master around; as well as snake magic lamp inlaid with green gems also appeared one after another.

Felix added several dragon-shaped ones, when it morphs into dragon form, the light will be emitted in the shape of a breath.

The purchased engraving machine also came in handy, Felix did not expect to use it so soon, he simply modified it, so that employees in their free time can familiarize themselves with its operation, and try to improve it.

As a result, a male wizard named " Funk David" came up with an idea. When he was fiddling with the engraving machine, a flash of light came to him, and he suggested that he could make a batch of magic cards modelled after the chocolate frog cards, and the most basic engraving part would be done by the machine.

Felix was interested in this idea, and he perfected the idea on this basis - using the machine to complete the engraving part, and then coating the cards with a layer of enchanted material, and the wizards could hold the cards and practice the corresponding runes by tracing the marks on them with their fingers.

Felix felt that he would have an additional teaching tool in his ancient runes class this year, and he gladly made a batch to help the company with its first business.

Soon, the first batch with a total of one hundred rune cards was created, It can be considered as a simplified version of the runes that Hermione carved on the chestnut board with a rune carving knife, it can only be used for reference purposes, and it is a stable rune. Once you successfully managed to trace the card using magic, it will show the magic corresponding to the rune, such as a waterfall, a flame. Of course, this is only a vague image of magic.

The twins came up with a mischievous version, in which once the magic is interrupted, the card will emit an ear-piercing scream and loudly taunt the wizard who used it.

"It's what life has inspired us to do." Fred said with emotion.

Felix did not adopt it for fear that the young wizards would become collectively insecure. He valued the rune cards more as an aid to learning runes, while the twins enjoyed the idea, and tried adding a few fake cards to a stack of real cards, which would morph into a flock of rats that would scurry around if they tried to inject magic power.

George said with a smile, "We can give it to Harry as a birthday present."

...

Early morning of July 31.

When Harry opened his presents, he was a little baffled, Professor Hap and the Weasley twins sent the exact same gift, both of them are a stack of cards, even the instructions are the same.

But the Weasley twins' instructions had an odd smiley face drawn on them, and he felt a little alarmed.

He curiously followed the instructions, trying to use his fingers to trace on the card, and injected magic, the moment of success, a green lush tree image popped up from the card, gently swaying, making a "rustling" sound.

Harry looked at it for a while, very interested in trying other different cards, he thus recognized a lot of unfamiliar runes. However, he finally discovered the difference between the two gifts.

After a failed attempt, the card made a "bang" sound, the purple smoke exploded, the card turned into five or six fat mice, in the narrow gaps in the room, it startled him, he tried to drive these little guys out from under the bed, and they squeaked even more.

When he heard Uncle Vernon's snoring, he did not try to make too excessive actions, and quietly waited for a while, the fat mice came out on their own, gathered together, with a cloud of purple smoke, they reverted back to a card.

Harry opened other gifts, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid send him three large cakes, which made Dudley's weight loss program have no effect on him, in fact, except for breakfast, he usually slipped away to Sirius's rented house, where he stayed until late afternoon.

In addition to his desire for kinship being fulfilled, Harry discovered a benefit that he hadn't thought of before, which is that he could cast spells outside the school. In the next house of Mrs. Figg, Harry could use Sirius's spare wand - according to him, the wand he snatched from the dark wizard was not very comfortable, and he went to Ollivander to have another one matched.

The dragon heartstring wand was used by Harry, in fact, he is not used to it, always feeling it's inferior to his own wand, but the ability to cast spells already made him satisfied. He and Sirius practiced dueling in a house with a stable enchantment imposed on things, After that afternoon, Sirius and Harry were lying on the sofa, trying hard to watch the boring TV program, which made Sirius enthusiastic about dueling.

He taught Harry quite a few dueling skills, but he soon discovered that Harry had developed his own fighting style, which was still a bit tender, but it did present. And Harry is very good at it, which made the dueling game between them close to real fighting.

Sirius more than once called out Harry's father's name forgetfully, which made Harry heartbroken and touched.

There was an incident in which the Ministry of Magic sent him a letter warning him about the fact that he was casting spells outside of school, and then Sirius sent back a howler, and then the Ministry didn't follow up.

Harry was originally a little jittery until Sirius explained, "This law is for students of Muggle origin to prevent them from exposing themselves to Muggles, but do you think they can manage the children of wizarding families?"

Harry was delighted and convinced, and he also put the matter into a letter, and Hermione wrote back that she also wanted to learn from Sirius and send a howler letter to him, and Harry smiled a very big smile, but when he saw the back of the letter, Hermione mentioned that she is studying curses, he couldn't laugh anymore.

...

In his bedroom, Harry opened Sirius' gift box, which was only palm-sized and perfectly square in shape, and when he touched the lid, a rattling sound came from inside. Harry flinched, not worried about a curse, but worried about the odd gift Sirius had sent him.

Harry had long since discovered that his godfather is, in some ways, less mature than himself. For example, he wouldn't be able to cook for himself, and he used life magic so badly that if it weren't for Kreacher, he figured Sirius would have stayed with the Dursleys and started a fight with them that day.

He carefully opened the top, a golden, round object flew out, Harry instinctively reached out and caught it, his heart pounded, through the slit in his fingertips he saw a beautiful shiny golden snitch Harry's eyes lit up, the gift suited him so well.

Inside the box, there is also another note -

'Dear Harry

I've wanted to give you this gift for a long time, I found it in Felix's office when only one of its wings was intact, I asked Felix to fix it and make some interesting changes, but you have to discover it yourself, it's no fun to tell all the mysteries.

In addition, during school, James often used to steal golden snitch from the team for a while, playing cool to attract Lily's attention, highly recommended and you can give it a try too.

Your godfather Sirius.'

Harry grinned, he loosened his tight grip, the golden snitch slowly stretching wings, "whoosh", and disappeared in a flash. He scanned from side to side and quickly caught its trail, catching it steadily as it flew past Harry's left ear.

Harry gave it a strong shake, and the golden snitch honestly settled down in his hand. He seemed to hear a small, delicate sound, so he placed the golden snitch to his ear and shook it gently, and this time the sound became more obvious.

Harry pressed the surface of the snitch, its metal shell suddenly opened, Harry noticed that something is stuffed inside, he tilted the opening to the bed, "clatter!"

A pile of various snacks scattered across the bed and rolled everywhere - chocolate frogs, Cauldron Cakes, Cookies, Dragon's Milk Cheese, Chocoballs, and lots of things from the Honeydukes store.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed in awe.

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When Harry appeared in the kitchen, none of the three Dursleys looked at him, and no one mentioned the birthday, which suited Harry just fine; he didn't want Uncle Vernon's stinky socks at all, and one bad birthday present of that kind is enough.

Uncle Vernon is reading the newspaper, Aunt Petunia is slicing dry grapefruits, and cousin Dudley - he's got his fat arms slumped over the table and his whole face is puffed up with anger.

His good times had come to an end since Dudley had returned with a mortifying report card and a body full of fat, in fact, he could have struggled a bit, and with a few tears, Aunt Petunia would have empathized and shed tears along with him, then quickly compromised and agreed to all Dudley's demands.

This is his speciality. But beneath the report card were a few words carefully filled in by the nurse of Smeltings Academy, which politely reminded the two parents that if Dudley continued to gain weight, it would affect his health and that the school's clothing pool would no longer have clothes in his size.

The nurse also thoughtfully included a diet plan, and at Aunt Petunia's insistence, the family had to follow this new diet plan together in order to take care of Dudley's emotions, and the results are so obvious that Uncle Vernon's chin has got smaller, which makes his beard look a lot more flowing and fluffy.

But Harry did not care at all, even before receiving his birthday present, he would go to Sirius to make up for breakfast. Now he couldn't wait to imagine where Sirius would take him; Sirius had recently got a motorcycle, and he saw a hint of glimmer once he saw in Hagrid's eyes from his own godfather's obsessed eyes.

"Grapefruit again!"

Dudley said angrily, he had perfectly inherited his Uncle Vernon's small eyes, and figure.

Harry thought cheerfully as he smelled the lack of a hint of flavour on his plate and couldn't help but burp; just now, he had eaten two large slices of cream cake and felt a bit full now.

"Honey?" Aunt Petunia said very patiently, "We agreed to follow the diet plan the school nurse sent-"

But Dudley didn't listen at all; he finished his portion in two bites and stared at Harry's plate with his little eyes - even though the piece of grapefruit looked much smaller than his own. His eyes then fell on Harry's lips, where there are suspicious traces of food.

"He's hiding food." Dudley said with certainty, extending a carrot-like finger.

Harry hurriedly wiped his mouth, and after touching the sticky cream, realized he had been careless.

"What?" Aunt Petunia questioned in confusion.

However, Dudley stared at Harry with greedy eyes, as if he is a piece of cream cake or something, Harry's heart darkened, and he was faced with a difficult choice if Dudley really wanted to rob him of the cake, should he take out his wand and threaten him or not?

'There's no Sirius here, no spare wand, and no excuse, if I use magic, the Ministry of Magic will locate me directly ...'

Just then, a loud horn sounded outside the door, followed by the roar of a motorcycle turning, and Uncle Vernon exploded at once, yelling angrily, "It's that bloody murderer scum again ... Can't he be quiet!"

Aunt Petunia looked around in horror and worry, fearing that a neighbour had noticed the scene.

"Sirius is not a murderer." Harry said coldly.

"Then make ... that bloody ... guy ... stop!" Uncle Vernon said through clenched teeth, veins popping out of his face, and Harry, slightly frightened, walked to the window with a stern face and waved his hand at Sirius.

The honking stopped.

Aunt Petunia gasped and seemed to have just been holding her breath, Harry stood hesitantly, wondering if he should mention his birthday, he felt it's pointless and Aunt Petunia gave Harry a stern look, while Uncle Vernon couldn't hold back any longer, "What are you waiting for? Get out of my sight right now!" He growled and shouted.

At that moment, Dudley also interjected, "Your godfather ... that Sirius is waiting for you."

The words seemed more powerful than Sirius' honking, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked at Dudley in surprise; they never mentioned Sirius' name, and if they had to, they used "the prisoner", "the murderer", or simply "The hippie here to see you."

Harry's mind spun quickly, his eyes met Dudley's, and he suddenly understood what Dudley had in mind, and he said hurriedly, "I'll go upstairs and get something--"

He went back to his room, shoved the books and travelling gifts he had brought back from school to the bottom of his bed, then looked at the pile of candy and snacks on his bed and worried. There were also three large cakes placed side by side on the desk, one of which was already open.

After a few seconds, Harry thought of a good idea. He took out of his golden snitch given to him by Sirius from his pocket, the snacks candy all packed in, but when putting the cake, he ran into some trouble, he could only barely stuff one in.

He had to stuff the remaining two cakes into the bottom of the bed, hidden behind the travelling suitcase. After completing all this, Harry clapped his hands in satisfaction, if Dudley sneaked in, he would get nothing. Normally there would be no such worry because the Dursleys saw his room as a breeding ground for spreading the plague and would even speed up when they passed by.

But as far as he knew, hungry animals are the most dangerous and irrational, in other words, hungry pigs are similarly justified.

Before he left the room, Harry hesitated, Uncle Vernon already yelling from the ground floor, too late to think, he opened the golden snitch, shaking out a handful of snacks from it, a Cauldron Cake, a Fizzing Whizzbees, and a jumble of other things. Without looking closely, he put the candies in a conspicuous place.

As he's hurried downstairs, Uncle Vernon pointed to the open door without a word, and as Harry passed by the table, he saw that the quarter of grapefruit on his plate had disappeared. He grinned and walked out of the room.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, leaning on a very imposing motorcycle with a low growl coming from the exhaust. Harry sat on the back seat, Sirius started the motorcycle, the speed quickly picked up, the wind whistled Harry's hair, leaving Privet Drive far behind, Harry excitedly shouted: "Where are we going?!"

"London!" Sirius said in a high-tone, "I've got the whole plan ready!"

...

They played the whole day happily, touring the small half of London, and towards evening, Sirius took him for a ride along the River Thames, the water reflecting the golden haze, Harry filled with a bellyful of steaks and oysters.

At seven o'clock in the evening, they returned to Privet Drive, but Harry didn't want to go back so early, and when Sirius invited him to play wizard's chess, he readily agreed.

Harry ruthlessly won three games of chess against his godfather, forcing Sirius to cheat and scatter the board, so they had to stay on the couch and watch TV together.

It dragged on until nearly ten o'clock when Mrs. Figg knocked on the door next door complaining about the noise they were making, and Harry realized he should go back.

The lights were still on at 4th Privet Drive, which made Harry a little suspicious. When he pushed the door open, he breathed a sigh of relief to see Uncle Vernon and Dudley huddled on the couch watching the game, and he realized it wasn't what he thought it was. Harry deliberately paid attention to the expression on Dudley's face, and he looked away sheepishly.

"Get your ass back to your room and be quiet." Uncle Vernon whispered.

Harry went back to his room and opened the window, the pile of snacks he left really disappeared, he hurriedly checked under the bed again, the cake is intact.

He was overthinking ...

Harry suddenly realized that Dudley simply can not bend down, let alone tuck himself under the bed, he would be stuck inside. As he lay on the bed, Harry couldn't help but think back over his memories of the day, and he had to say, this was the best birthday he'd ever had.

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Time moved towards August, and Felix thought he would stay in Diagon Alley until the start of the Quidditch World Cup. Until he received a letter from his student, Clammy Vera.

'Dear Professor Hap

I'm still working for the Gringotts in Egypt, where everything is fine except for the somewhat gloomy and sweaty working environment.

I've made the acquaintance of many friendly colleagues, and a senior named Bill Weasley took me under his wing, and when I mentioned you to him, I was surprised to find out that he knew you as he enrolled in the same year as you! Likewise, I couldn't wait to ask him more about you, and to my surprise, he described you as a "Wandering Sphinx" because in the few brief exchanges you had, you politely asked him about very deep knowledge of ancient runes and magic theory, and he couldn't answer it, which made him a little embarrassed and his self-esteem hurt (Bill). ( Bill is a very funny and humorous senior in person, he is laughing when he said these things).

I also met some local friends from Uagadou, a huge magic school with over 5,000 students! It's almost impossible to imagine so many people in class together, but they tell me it's because Uagadou accepts students from all over Africa ...

I now have a problem, after exploring an ancient tomb at the bottom of an Egyptian pyramid, we accidentally discovered a dark room leading to a deeper level, a long, winding hallway, shrouded by a thick black fog, filled with all kinds of dangerous magic traps - we didn't even finish exploring the hallway, but a colleague suffered seven or eight kinds of curses, and we withdrew urgently.

That colleague was hospitalized, but he brought back a slab of stone from the corridor wall, which turned out to be inscribed with ancient runes that I had never come across before, and that even my grandfather could not decipher or translate, which seemed to come from a more distant era.

I seriously suspect that they are all ancient runes of a practical nature (the traced patterns are sent with the letter), and I am eager to receive your guidance, and it would be great if you could come.

Your student, Clammy Vera.'

Felix put the letter aside and looked at the Egyptian sacred heron next to him, a large bird over half a meter in size, with an entirely white body, but with a black dot on the ends of its wings and Tail feathers.

The bird's head and neck were black and bare, and its long, downward-curving beak looked like a scythe.

Its legs were long and strong, and at the moment it's kicking over a tightly wrapped package next to it, Felix unwrapped it and saw a three-foot-square piece of parchment with the pattern obtained by tracing the slab that Vera had mentioned in her letter.

He looked over the slate copy and confirmed the true nature of the patterns at first glance; they were indeed ancient runes; to be precise, it should be part of some ancient magic - a fragment of a rune sequence; black lightning arcs flared in the air as he tried to outline the fragmented pattern.

Felix went over the letter from Clammy again, and he sensed a contradiction - the owner of the darkroom hung the slab of ancient magic in the hallway in a big way, which seemed to indicate that the owner was rather a generous person, but black mist and curses could not be associated with generosity.

He didn't decide easily that person was a dark wizard because the definition of a dark wizard was different in different times, and in the ancient wizard community, those who could be called dark wizards were all evil to the core, not something that could be compared to today.

"A powerful ancient wizard slipped into the pyramid, created a dark room, and laid out a complex curse ... Could it be some kind of harsh inheritance? And both the black mist and the curse are a test for the outsider?"

"Or, is it a way to use human greed to punish an unexpected intruder?"

Felix wrote a reply letter, attaching all this information, including his own speculations. He also expressed his gratitude for Vera's invitation and then had a flash in his mind, then he asked if he could bring a student with him. His own assistant had acquired a great deal of knowledge of ancient runes in two years, and it is time to be exposed to some social practice.

After waiting for a few days, Clammy Vera sent a reply letter, which expressed their welcome to him and his student, accompanied by a formal invitation from the Gringotts, with a total of two positions on its name, one already filled with the name "Felix Hap", and the other one is blank.

Only with this invitation, they will be allowed to enter the interior of the pyramid to explore.

Felix smiled slightly and filled in the blanks with the name "Hermione Granger".

The next morning, Hermione excitedly came to the Future World company in Diagon Alley, curiously looking around, just yesterday, the professor sent a letter and explained the situation to her, inviting her to explore the pyramids of Egypt! She had wanted to go there for a long time, and although the professor had told her she would be staying at the back most of the time, there's still a chance to get close to thousands of years old relics safely.

"Professor Lupin!" Hermione was surprised to see the figure of Professor Lupin, "What are you doing here?"

Lupin smiled and said, " Gotta get a job for myself." He led Hermione upstairs, while briefly introducing the company. Along the way, the employees they encountered have greeted Lupin, and soon, they came to an office on the fifth floor.

Pushing open the door, Felix is sitting in a chair, staring attentively at the palm of his hand, where a black lightning bolt coiled. Seeing Lupin and Hermione enter, he dispersed his magic and revealed a smile.

"Remus, I may have to leave temporarily for a few days."

Lupin shook his head and said with a sigh, "When you get back, do you have to make a trip to France?"

Felix said humorously, "Remus, you don't have the gift of prophecy, do you?"

...

"Professor, are you working on the magic lamp?" Hermione asked, as she came over, she saw various shapes of magical creatures, and she noticed that each animal held a glowing ball of magical light, much like the ancient magic illumination she had mastered.

Felix smiled, "The research is done, they're preparing for the Quidditch World Cup, a large light show."

"A light show ..." Hermione imagined the picture and couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Well, we're in a bit of a rush today, so when we get back from Egypt, you can stay here and see more." Felix said as he is looking forward to Hermione's graduation to her further study of ancient runes, her current level already surpassed most of the employees in the future world.

And there are still four full years until she graduates from Hogwarts.

...

Egypt, the Nile River Valley.

Felix and Hermione walked through the streets of Cairo, visually feeling the exotic atmosphere that hit them. An Arab with a broken accent asked them if they needed a camel, which they declined, and Hermione watched fondly as the odd-looking camel walked past them, as she fed it a mop of hay on the way off.

"Well, we need to meet your senior first, she must be tired of waiting," said Felix, then he added, "Maybe a camel ride later? I was under the impression that the pyramids were in the desert ..."

At a tavern in the city, Felix and Hermione met Clammy Vera, who is wearing a sunhat with a transparent silk scarf draped from its broad brim. When she lifted the shade, the two saw that her skin got a dark brown tan, as she smiled brightly at them.

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Half an hour later, they were heading towards the desert on camels.

Hermione took a liking to Clammy. During the tavern banter, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never ridden a camel before, Clammy then took them to the local market and rented three camels, and Hermione picked out a light yellow one. Afterward, Clammy helped her choose a huge sun hat, as well as a pair of Martin boots, and after putting them on, Hermione felt her whole body had become bizarre.

Nevertheless, she politely declined the "local food" recommended to her by Clammy, which did not look that appetizing.

In front of her eyes is an endless sea of sand, dunes linked together in a fluid motion, and she soon loses her sense of distance as she looks back at the distant city's structures. The sun became scorching hot, and in the absence of wind, the air felt like a giant sauna.

Suddenly, a pleasant coolness passed through her fingers, and she sobered up. A small, four-sided box with a chain floated in front of her, which looked like a locket. She reached out and grabbed it, it didn't feel all that frigid, and when she looked back, Felix nodded towards her.

"I only have one with me, it's a new product of the company, it's still in a testing phase." He explained, "But it can envelop twenty feet." He called Clammy over as the three travelled together side by side, Clammy smacked her lips as she glanced at the little device.

"We have a similar enchantment in our tent, but it stopped functioning once we got into the pyramid."

Hermione wore the pendant, as her whole spirit went up, she became interested in every detail of the road, such as the plants growing on the rocks in the sand, or the large gecko that suddenly sprang up, they also saw a gray snake.

After walking for almost an hour, the three came near a tall pyramid, in its Shadow, seven or eight tents could be seen, surrounded by some scattered equipment, it looked like a small archaeological team.

Felix's heart fluttered, "You have obtained the support of the local government?"

Clammy smiled and said, "Formal papers that got recognized by the government, but that's just a cover." They arrived at the tent site and tied their camels to the stakes, and out of the tents came two men who, like Clammy, were dressed that perfectly blended with the local area, and Felix saw a tourist taking pictures of them not far away.

"This is Faisal Abdul Izzy Kampala Duim - uh," Clammy looked at the man and asked awkwardly, "What's in the back?"

The young man muttered, "You might as well call me Faisal."

Clammy whispered to them, "Faisal's name has four parts, each of which is equivalent to our full name, and I was going to formally introduce ..." but ended up not being able to recall it at all because they didn't use it often.

Another middle-aged male wizard with a brown hoodie on his shoulders said, "Just call me Rahman." He extended his hand and shook it with Felix.

After a few pleasantries, they agreed to enter the pyramid at 2 p.m. "And we have to wait for someone to be sent from headquarters." The middle-aged male wizard explained.

Clammy led Felix and Hermione to the back of the tent, "Professor Hap, you will be staying in Bill's tent, his personal belongings are taken away, Hermione and I will stay together, so we can chat a bit."

"Bill Weasley is not here?" Felix asked, suddenly thinking that Mrs. Weasley had mentioned that her two sons - Bill and Charlie - were coming back in a few days. Sure enough, Clammy gave a consistent explanation.

"He's on leave, the Quidditch World Cup is coming up and most of the guys in camp are taking time off to go home," Clammy said, "otherwise you'd be able to reunite with your old friends in person and can catch up with each other. Unfortunately, I wasn't interested in Quidditch, so I applied to stay."

Hermione's eyes rolled as she heard Bill Weasley's name, "Is that Ron's older brother?"

Felix nodded at her, "That's right, he's working here as a Curse-Breaker for the Gringotts." He looked at Clammy again, "Ron is the youngest of the Weasley boys."

For the rest of the time, Clammy took out a thick little book and dumped all the questions that had accumulated for a long time; Felix did not take much time to answer them clearly, but Clammy's mood is not that good, he passed a look towards Hermione and made his own excuses to wander around.

In the tent, Clammy said to Hermione with some frustration, "There is a new Ravenclaw graduate recruited by the Gringotts, and she has a particularly good grade in Runes."

"Who is it?"

Clammy said the name, Hermione did not say much about it, she saw that name while going through the papers, that person is not considered top in this year's graduates, she can only blame that Clammy graduated too early, did not catch the professor's thinking room and a series of magical teaching methods.

"The professor has opened a new company, did you know?" Hermione asked her tentatively.

"I'm not sure," Clammy asked hesitantly, "when did it happen?"

"I think it was fairly recently, the name of the company is 'Future World' and Professor Lupin -- oh, he was previously a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts and now manages Future World... -- he said to me that the professor wants to transform the wizarding world." Hermione said distractedly.

"Transform the wizarding world?" Clammy got taken aback.

"I guess it would be about changing the lives of wizards," Hermione said uncertainly, "I saw the magic lamp, and this little thing," she lifted the chain holding a small locket around her neck, "I guess the professor must have delved deeply into the Muggle world's technological products, which is pretty much reflected in his books directly ..."

They chattered away, Clammy's expression sometimes one of longing, sometimes one of hesitation. On the other hand, Felix walked around the Great Pyramid, seeing tourists from different countries along the way, but it is not too crowded, and he helped a group of families by taking pictures and harvesting seven Thanks.

In an inconspicuous hidden corner of the pyramid, he sensed traces of magic presence, 'This should be the entrance.' Felix thought to himself, but what he is more curious about is what the environment of the Egyptian magical world is like.

According to his observation along the way, there were at least twelve people suspected to be wizards - which is quite normal, after all, Cairo is the capital of Egypt, but what made him curious was that among these twelve people, five of them were dressed like shamans, they wore exaggerated outfits and sold all kinds of occult objects, such as amulets, voodoo dolls and so on.

Of course, those so-called occult objects do not have a trace of magic in them, otherwise, they would not dare to appear swaggeringly.

A pair of tourists passed by him, and Felix heard a word or two exchanged between them--

"I heard that ... gypsy witch ... is very famous ..."

"Is that so? Then we must give it a try!"

Felix's eyes twinkled as he followed the two men to a conspicuous tent, where there is a long queue of people, Felix stayed quiet for a while and heard a lot about the magical story of the fortune-teller named "Soya Vera".

It is said that her Crystal Ball and Tarot card reading is particularly effective, many people have travelled a long way to see her.

Although the line was long, the speed of advancement is not slow, there are many people who just went inside and left in less than half a minute, hanging their heads down in frustration.

The experienced person next to them said, "This is because the person's fate is so obscure that the witch is not willing to put more effort to help him." But no one felt that the witch is inferior and choose to leave, instead, everyone believed her even more.

Felix is also curious, he just switched to the magic perspective, the tent indeed has the obscure presence of aura, which indicates that the person inside is a real witch.

Uagadou... Divination...

Felix pondered, Africa does inherit a branch of prophecy magic, witch sacrifice, only from what he learned, this prophecy magic is not that much better than dark magic, often comes with a cost of damage of limbs or two, it is difficult to recover, and the results are not necessarily accurate.

He found it incredible that a witch would make divination for ordinary people and openly do business.

He looked at the line of people behind him and smacked his lips a little, she is not afraid that she will suddenly die a violent death the next day? Or, taken away by the Ministry of Magic?

When his turn arrived, almost an hour had passed and a calm female voice called out through the tent, "Come in." Felix walked into the tent, the hot, dry air outside is isolated, the strong spices and herbs smelled intoxicating, he looked at the witch, she had half a dozen palm-sized incense burners around her, surrounded by a mess of various occult items, the vast majority do not have magic fluctuations, a few deserve his attention, the gypsy witch herself, the Crystal Ball in front of the witch, and... ...the witch's purple hair.

Yes, under Felix's field of vision, the magic glowing from the odd witch's hair is nothing less than her own.

"We need to do a test, I'm not going to spend my hard-earned psychic power on, on-" She suddenly stammered, and the witch's eyes, which had been feigned and half-closed, snapped open.

As Felix and she gazed at each other, the hairs on the witch's head suddenly broke off and burst into flames out of thin air.

Her voice is no longer ancient and without a trace of emotion, instead, she said in a low and urgent voice: "This wizard friend, I have a proper licence with the permission of the Ministry of Magic, don't find any trouble with me ..."

"Clang!"

Felix tossed her a small bag of golden galleons, and several golden coins rolled mischievously across the table, askew, slipping off the edge of the table near the witch and landing in her hands.

"Do you take this?"

"Sure, A big business." The witch carefully examined the galleons in her hand, then turned the bag on the table upside down and said with great confidence, "At least fifty galleons, are you one of the fallen noblemen from the European side - ahem, the heir to the nobility?"

She scrutinized Felix's appearance, her eyes pausing briefly on his dark hair and blue pupils. Before he could answer, she rose from her seat, stepped out of the tent, and spoke to the people outside as the crowd gradually dispersed.

"There," the witch returned with a brisk stride, stretching and wiping her hand over her face, the various thick grease and paint immediately disappearing to reveal a young, brown-black face.

She looked to be in her twenties at best.

"You're not a gypsy witch?" Felix asked with amusement.

The witch gave a dismissive grunt, "There are only Uagadou witches here, no gypsy witches."

"I'm from Britain-"

"Pretty much as I guessed." She pulled out a pear and nibbled on it.

"It's a professor-"

"It's Katz... from Hogwarts?"

"Referred by Clammy Vera-"

The witch finally put down the half-chewed pear, "You mean Clammy? The little Gringotts girl who' under the guise of a science research team?"

Felix smiled and nodded.

"Since I was referred to you by my friend, I'm definitely not lying." The witch patted herself on the chest and said, "Refitin, my name." She added, "Real name."

"Refitin," Felix chewed on the name, "does that mean ... something like a genius?"

"Doesn't it sound like it? I made it up myself." Refitin said, "I had been following a gypsy troupe as a child and wandering around, and one day in a dream, the dream messenger told me that I was the chosen one and was allowed to enter Uagadou to learn magic. When I woke up, I found myself holding a stone with an inscription in my hand."

"Standard admission process."

"Yeah, but I was young and thought I was the Chosen One, so I urgently gave myself a catchy name and looked forward to that day and night, waiting to make my mark on the history. As a result, when I got in, I realized that there were nearly a thousand people ... enrolled in the same batch as me," she said self-deprecatingly.

"So why did you choose divination?"

Refitin scratched her head: "Perhaps influenced by my childhood, I did not select the traditionally strong subjects of Uagadou - Self-Transfiguration, potions, alchemy, and astronomy - but I selected the isolated divination, although I am indeed a prodigy of the ages, improving this extremely dangerous dark magic. "

"Using hair as the price of casting?" Felix asked, compared with the original version of damaging limbs at every turn, this improvement is indeed very clever.

"Yes, but there is only so much hair, I have to save it, do you have any good recommendations for shampoo?"

"Well ... I know a guy who makes an Occamy egg shampoo, but, I guess you can't buy it. The Potter's is also good-"

"I've heard of the latter one." Refitin said.

"Since you have improved the witch sacrifice prophecy magic, can you make a prophecy for me?" Felix asked softly.

Refitin shook her head hastily, "No, no, I can't give powerful wizards a prophecy."

"At a high price too?"

"Did you see that burning hair? Before I graduated, I tried to give the principal a divination, and the result was the same as yours." Refitin made a burning motion, "My teacher pulled a handful of my hair before telling me that if I did divination to a powerful wizard, I would even lose my life!"

She picked up the pear again, "That was the last lesson she taught me, and I graduated after that. Then I realized that it was hard to find a job for people like me, and I thought, 'Since it costs too much to perform divination for a wizard, what about ordinary people?' "

"So you chose this place? Divination for tourists?"

"Clever, isn't it? I carefully select the divination object, make vague prophecies, there is always some trajectory that is easier to judge. I also used these things as camouflage, the mundane people recognize this ..." she pointed to the various occult items in the tent, "It cost a total of 2000 Egyptian pounds."

"Less than a hundred pounds, cheap indeed. However, you said before that you obtained permission from the Ministry of Magic-" Felix is very curious whether this is considered as a violation of The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy or not.

" Well, of course, Our Ministry of Magic allows it." Refitin looked at him with a troubled expression, "I know the secrecy law, you want to ask about that, right? But every country is different ..."

She bit the core of a pear with her teeth, as her both hands crossed from side to side, and she said vaguely, "In Africa, the occult is very common, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, everyone is used to it, it is not strange to see us, I was even invited by the tribal chief to share the experience of praying for rain."

" You also know how to pray for rain?"

" Well, neither of us can do that! When the time comes we have to show our skills in rituals, and then boast a few words to each other, and then there will be a lot of gold to take."

Felix felt enlightened, these things can not be seen and heard in the black market, the two chatted for a while, before leaving, Refitin called out to him.

"Are you the helper that Clammy called over for help?" She asked cautiously.

"How do you know?"

"It was a pretty big deal, that guy almost didn't make it back, I went to take a look, his face was swollen like a coconut, weeds were overgrown ..."

She looked at the galleons on the table and gritted her teeth, "Since you're paying me two months' salary, I'll take a look for you - but I won't divine anything for you! Don't even think about it!"

"So, what do you mean?"

"Call the other people, the weaker the better, the companions who enter the pyramid with you."

Ten minutes later, Hermione sat with a bewildered face in front of Refitin, who had turned back into that gypsy outfit with a face full of painted patterns.

"It's just the three of us here." Felix said with amusement.

" This is my respect for magic." Refitin retorted seriously.

Hermione asked timidly, "This ... professor? What are we going to do?"

"Divination, child, I'm going to give you a divination." Refitin said in a calm, distant voice that reminded Hermione of Trelawney, who pretended to be a diviner in school.

Are this world's diviners are carved out of the same mould?

Refitin stared at Hermione carefully, "I need a strand of your hair ... you have a lot of hair, but the hair quality is not very good." She suddenly poked her hand out and pulled down a few strands of hair, "Ouch!" Hermione screamed in pain and glared at her.

"Take it easy, take it easy, I'll buy you a Pear later." Refitin reassured her, she twirled Hermione's hair, her brown hair constantly twisted, and with the contact of Refitin's fingers, it continued to fuse into a silvery-white colour, like a silver wire.

When the edges of the hair were also completely fused, Refitin let go of her hand, then her hair like fragile porcelain hit the black velvet on the table and broke into pieces.

Refitin held her breath and watched the powder carefully, twisting it with her fingers from time to time.

"Strange ...," she said.

"Ha, that answer doesn't come as a surprise to me." Hermione muttered, reaching up to rub her head.

"No, I'm surprised that your figure is hidden in the mists and not particularly clear, but it's not like ... it hasn't happened before." Refitin shrugged, "Don't worry, you guys safe this time, or at least you are."

"It's really a hard work from you." Hermione gave a mocking expression, she felt a bit distressed about her hair.

"You're welcome." Refitin showed off her face-changing technique in front of her, as astonished Hermione, even forgot to refuse the pear given to her by the fake diviner.

On the way back, Hermione asked where Refitin came from, and Felix briefly recounted everything before they returned to camp, where they saw a short figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, with a pair of pointed ears.

If it weren't for the right skin colour, he would have almost thought he is Dobby the house-elf. But he is actually a goblin, from the Gringotts.

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The goblin surveyed Felix with a very uncomfortable look.

"Clammy Vera has said many nice things about you. Mr. Felix Hap." He bowed slightly, "It is an honour to work with you, I am Gonuk." He said, snapping his fingers so hard that his thin nails lit up, and then the goblin's body became a blur.

Then he turned away and headed towards the three people at the camp - Faisal, Rahman, and Clammy - who are examining their equipment and deciding what to bring in. This included curse detectors, dark magic detectors, and various protective gear.

Hermione muttered in a small voice as the goblin named Gonuk completely ignored her, knowing that he didn't have to look up much to see her.

Felix said softly: "The goblins from the Gringotts are quite friendly compared to the rest, if you meet a strange goblin in the wild, you have to stay alert because there is no way to be sure if they are safe enough."

Hermione turned her head and whispered, "Goblin subversive groups?" Since the signing of the agreement, goblins and wizards have remained at peace in general, but there is still a small group of goblins, who harbour a deep hatred for wizards and try to subvert their dominance.

Especially in their own base, this attitude is undisguised. Many wizard jokes are made up and circulated in goblin taverns. The reverse is also true.

Clammy trotted over, "These are special dragon hide gloves that have some defense against curses."

"Professor, can I use magic?" Hermione thought of a key question.

"Of course, you can, the British Ministry of Magic can not control you here." Felix said, "You can give it a go right now as a warm-up."

Hermione froze, then she took out her wand and recited the spell for the shield charm, and an invisible barrier stood in front of her.

"Very well, that's it."

They then entered the pyramid, following a twisted and narrow crack in the middle of the stonewall, the crowd grasped their wands and half-crouched their bodies as much as possible, or they might bump into the granite stones above their heads if they stood up slightly straighter. They walked forward with their heads bent silently, and the sound of their breathing is amplified because of silence.

After walking for some time with the light from the tip of the wand, the road split in two at a junction.

"To the right is the Pharaoh's tomb, and to the left is the dark chamber we found." Clammy stated.

They walked toward the left, encountering two or three stone steps down every dozen or so feet away, the terrain shortening along the way, and before they knew it, they had been walking for half an hour, deeper and deeper underground.

Finally, the clear path ahead, there are two paths connected to this square room.

One path was where they had come from, and on the other side - directly in front of the group - there is a dark hole, where the light is even dimmer than the surrounding area, so dark and quiet that it looked like someone had poured pitch-black ink on it and played a nasty joke on them.

"That's the passage we encountered earlier, the black stuff is actually a static black mist, but if you stimulate it-" Clammy said, as she fired a golden ray of light inside.

"Oh, my God." Hermione whispered as the large mass of black mist began to churn, and a loud crackling sound came from inside.

Felix took an eagle-shaped magic lamp out of his ring, and the bronze eagle flapped its wings gently, opening its mouth and spitting out a ball of light that illuminated the room.

"Is this the magic lamp you mentioned?" Clammy asked Hermione who was next to her quietly, Hermione nodded while observing the surrounding scenery. The four sides of the rooms were fused into stone pillars, with no extra decoration on the pillars and continuous grooves carved from top to bottom on the surface of the exposed parts.

Felix stood in front of the passage, motionless, concentrating on the end as if his eyes penetrated the black fog, and he is watching an interesting TV program.

The goblin Gonuk stood by his side, carefully poking his nails into the black mist, and after a few seconds, took them out, bringing out a trace of black mist from his fingertips. "Can confuse the position, has a slight corrosive, no problem for a short time, but for a long time just breathing is a big problem."

"We can use the Bubble-Head Charm." Clammy suggested.

"I wouldn't use it." The goblin muttered as he pulled out a silver mask, placed it over his head, and poked his head into the black mist, "Ha, solved."

"Mr. Gonuk ... that's the silverware you made?"

"Of course, little girl." Gonuk said proudly, "It's not just silverware, our people have an overwhelming talent for identifying various materials, which is as easy as breathing for us."

"Even newborn children instinctively discern impure metals, and we prepare rituals for newborns, offering gold and silver of varying purity for them to choose from, and the most gifted goblins will be nurtured from an early age."

" Talent ..." Felix's eyes flickered, and he returned to his senses, his heart twitching a little when he heard the goblin Gonuk's words. Wizard children also have all kinds of magical gifts, such as parseltongue, such as Metamorphmagus, but there are other gifts that are not obvious, and some people will not even be aware of this in their lifetime.

For example, some people are born with an affinity for animals and can easily gain their trust. Felix feels that such people are well suited to learn Uagadou's self-morphing, which is a human transfiguration technique distinct from Animagus, which is capable of turning you into elephants and cheetahs at will, the master of the art among them can transform into many animals.

Felix believed that he would be able to see this kind of magic at the new school year's tournament of champions.

It also occurred to him that wizards' talent is not limited to this, some wizards are more adept at a certain type of magic, for example, Harry is particularly talented in dueling magic, exceeding his peers by a large margin, and many ancient wizards also showed this trait.

In ancient times, ancient wizards would tend to pick apprentices who possessed similar talents to their own, and those who were more different from themselves would not be valued, even if their talents were good.

Felix drew his wand and stabbed it forward. The wand made a "swoosh" sound and cut through the air, followed by a spell that flew into the black fog, which gradually dispersed after a while.

"What did you do?" Goblin Gonuk asked in amazement.

"Any magic will leave traces, I just found the key node used when arranging the black fog." Felix said briefly, the black fog dissipated, everything in the corridor became clear, with the light of the magic lamp in the room, you can see a black stone slab hanging on the walls on both sides of the passage.

Hermione carefully came over and stood at the entrance, looking in amazement at the closest slab, the pattern on it looked very familiar to her, "Ancient magic? The magic sequence!"

"Yes," Felix responded softly. "Don't go in." He suddenly said sternly, this is not to Hermione, Hermione looked to the side, the goblin Gonuk already walked ahead.

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" I thought there is no more danger."

Goblin Gonuk asked through his mask, he examined the passage in front of him and took another step forward, a fierce spark emitted from the empty air in front of him, hitting the goblin, he flew away like a ragged kite.

Faisal and Rahman stepped forward to check Gonuk's condition, then the middle-aged male wizard Rahman said, "No major injuries, he is wearing a protective suit, so he only temporarily passed out."

"There is still a hidden trap left?" Clammy asked Felix in surprise, "Didn't the curse originate from the black mist?" She picked up the curse detector and kept scanning it, only to have what looked like an antenna in her hand suddenly explode, which startled her.

"That explains it, a curse does exist." She said with a grimace.

"Actually, there is more than one." Felix said as the entire empty corridor in his perspective is dotted with dense lights, each representing a curse, and they float like plankton.

He turned his head and asked Clammy, "Does this pyramid ... had any magical items that can store magic in the part you finished the exploration before?"

Clammy shook her head, "We found quite a few things that still had residual magic, such as golden daggers and holy beetle amulets, but they are already very weak, unlike those cursed items in the outside world in which innocent blood will maintain the effects of the curse."

After a while, the goblin Gonuk woke up, the first thing he did after waking up was raising his clothes, followed by a wail, Hermione then realized that he was wearing silver body armour.

" A hole in it!" He shouted in despair, "I wonder if it still can be fixed..."

...

Felix walked ahead, as the group followed a dozen steps after him, watching him poking the air here and there as a curse after curse exploded like a firework.

The sheer quantity of dense curses made the hearts of those who followed behind him chill.

Felix stopped occasionally to survey the slabs on either side of the passage. He originally thought that with the size of these slabs, there should be at least a dozen ancient magics, but the true number is less than that, and so far he has only seen three, including the black lightning magic in its entirety.

There were quite a few slabs with the self-introduction of the wizard who created this dark room, including the experience of his travels. He said he was a travelling sorcerer from Greece who crossed the Aegean Sea and discovered a source of magic in the upper tombs - a quadruple conical gem - while exploring the pyramids. After which, he decided to create a dark chamber to benefit future generations.

"The curse in the hallway is layered and will get stronger, so if you're not sure, don't push it and leave the opportunity to others." Hermione read out the words on the slate, "So that's it!" The others also look dumbfounded.

"Are the ancient wizards too strong, or are we just too weak?" Clammy said as she slumped, it turned out that they couldn't withstand even the weakest test.

"Don't make up your mind so easily, maybe those words are just lies." Felix said, as he steadily moved forward, suspicion in his mind became more and more clear.

One fact is, were the ancient wizards strong? If you look at ancient magic, they are indeed powerful, but when it comes to the flexibility of means, they're far inferior to the present.

Most ancient wizards can't use Apparition, as for others spells such as alarm spells, life magic, auxiliary magic is also not as perfect as the current system, those ancient wizards who are famous in the history, while constantly amplifying their strengths, will also expose their shortcomings.

This is also the reason why Felix surmised from various magic handbooks that the ancient wizards kept their secrets strictly.

The road ahead is rough and dangerous, Felix has let them far behind, he also cloaked himself in basilisk skin and dragon hide tanned cloak, moving forward a bit by bit as he continued to clean up these curses.

These curses are also mixed with a variety of powerful and bizarre dark magic, he didn't know how the dark room master preserved it, probably stored in a stone, or granite ceiling.

Only, most of the curses in the stone have dissipated with time, leaving only a faint bright light and evil aura. They should have existed separately and were not linked to the overall defense.

Felix was increasingly certain that the owner of the dark room was a dark wizard, a powerful dark wizard at that. It was as if Felix had entered a museum of dark magic, where the many dark magics circulating in modern times could find their counterparts.

Finally, he stopped in front of a large bronze door with a bronze door ring and no extra decoration.

The goblin Gonuk shouted from afar: "Can we come over?" He said eagerly, in the goblin's view, everything here is the property of the Gringotts, they pay money and manpower to eliminate the hidden danger for the Ministry of Magic of all countries, and the compensation is the treasure in the relic.

The group came closer and lined up to look at the bronze door, seeing Felix in deep thought, they did not dare to disturb him, this whole journey has proved his strength and knowledge, as he diffused the spine-tingling curses which they even failed to find.

After a long time, Felix breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Got a problem?" Hermione asked in a whisper, her voice amplified in the dark room, even if she was whispering.

"I'm a little surprised that there doesn't seem to be any danger ahead."

This is what puzzled him quite a bit, he glanced around at the others, "You guys move to that side and avoid anything unexpected." Perhaps his expression was too serious, the crowd drew their wands and carefully moved aside, and Felix beckoned the eagle-shaped magic lamp over.

Completing all this, he reached out his hand and knocked on the bronze door ring, the knocking sound formed an echo, and the hearts of the crowd thumped up. After a few seconds, the door suddenly cracked open with a gap, dust continuously falling out, accompanied by an ear-splitting "creaking" sound, the gap continued to expand, followed by the sound of something scraping, Felix cautiously backed away, two black shadows smashed down, raising a high smoke and dust.

"Bang! Bang!"

The crowd hiding on the sides saw the true nature of the black shadows. "It's a Basilisk!" Hermione screamed, she definitely can not mistake it, in the second year, she and the Basilisk fought head-on.

Only what is in front of them is just a body of two Basilisks, they have long been dead, and because they have been placed in the confined space for too long, just after contact with the outside air, the ghostly green skin of the Basilisk quickly decayed, the strong smell of rotting came across.

"Vomit!"

A few people gagged dryly, Felix waved his wand and cast a Bubble-Head Charm for them, while he already topped himself with a humanoid shield charm, as he strode into the chamber, his judgment became crystal clear.

The eagle-shaped magic lamp followed behind him, the light shone inside through him, bringing this place isolated from the outside world back to the present. In the empty small square room, coiled a dozen large and small Basilisk, they are all without an exception dead, when Felix passed them, the colour on the body of the Basilisk along with the surrounding circular pillars lost their lustre altogether.

Felix went straight to the very center, where there is a circular altar in the middle.

On the altar stood a statue of a middle-aged male wizard with silver-white hair and yellow eyes, smiling gently. The wizard held a quadruple-conical gem in his hand, from which a dull light emanated, the source of the magic that Felix had been looking for.

A crack split from the top of the statue's head, all the way down his brow, almost shattering his entire body in half. From this long crack, black sticky blood oozed out, but it had long since dried up, forming an unpleasant smudge.

Felix could almost imagine how, over thousands of long years, it had been worn down, broken, and cracked little by time to become what it is now.

"It really turned out to be you, Herpo the Foul." Felix said softly, he looked as if he is admiring him as well as mocking him, "So Horcrux can also decay?"

As if in response to his words, Herpo's statue - or a Horcrux - began to lose its lustre a bit, becoming gray and ashen, and with a gentle blow from Felix, it completely fell apart.

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Felix stared at the altar, such a big statue, right in front of his eyes, in a very short time decayed, broken into pieces, and then swept by the invisible wind into fine sand, and finally, nothing remained.

Is it because of the breath he blew?

Surely not, Felix thought in his mind, that's too absurd, the statue of Herpo should be similar to the corpses of those basilisks that he had seen before, also in a sealed state, for an unknown period of time, at least a thousand years, no, two thousand years, right?

He thought very carefully, Herpo the Foul was very active in the ancient Greek period, earlier than the era of the four founders of Hogwarts, and when the four giants rose to power, Herpo has disappeared for hundreds of years.

For them, Herpo already belongs to the part of the legend - only to know for his infamy, never seen in person. Perhaps their parents might even have scared them using Herpo's evil reputation when they became naughty during their childhood.

Felix grinned, amused by this sudden thought. It is a fact that the legends were once kids too, but few people associate them that way, preferring to think that legends were legends to begin with.

Felix put aside this idea and became serious, thinking very seriously about the Horcrux.

That's right, the Horcrux. For him, the only attraction of Horcrux to him is the possibility of studying the soul, but unfortunately, even though he has mastered the method of making Horcrux, he knows very little about the field of soul.

He had not even touched the fur of it.

He thought of the book, Advanced Dark Magic Unveiled, in which there were not only one kind of magic related to soulcraft, but it is, without a doubt, the most evil of them all. Evil not only because of the need for murder, but also because of the need to split the soul.

Let the complete and flawless soul become incomplete, this is an act against nature, and you will have to pay an extremely heavy price, this is clearly mentioned in the book, as for what price, the book does not say, and Felix has no way to know.

...

Hermione just came in and got a fright, it turned out there are more Basilisks other than the two that blocked the door, there's a large nest, she has Bubble-Head Charm cast on her head, as she carefully bypassed the Basilisks carcasses, not letting them touch her, and then arrived in front of the professor, just in time to hear the professor mention the Horcrux.

She felt surprised, did the professor find the Dark Lord's fourth Horcrux? On second thought No! because he also mentioned a person's name earlier - Herpo, she also promptly recognized the significance of the name Herpo.

Herpo the Foul, the famous ancient Greek dark wizard, is one of the sources of many existing dark magics and invented many sinister curses and dark magics, the most famous of which is Horcrux! In addition to that, he was also a parseltongue and discovered the method of hatching Basilisk artificially.

Could it be that they had mistakenly entered the place where Herpo hid his Horcrux?

Just as she wanted to ask, the professor sighed and blew a breath, then the sturdy-looking statue in front of him disintegrated and turned into flying ash, and when she even walked over, even the ash disappeared, as if everything was an illusion of hers.

"Professor?" Hermione cocked her head and looked at Felix, who had been silent since a while ago.

Felix looked at her and said calmly, "Nothing, just some emotions."

"You destroyed Herpo's Horcrux?"

"Well, it has nothing to do with me, it was destroyed a long time ago, we just found out this fact."

Hermione blinked, using her limited knowledge about Horcrux in an attempt to analyse the situation, she first glanced at the rest of the people, Clammy and three others just came in as they smacked their lips at the corpse of the Basilisks blocking the front, Goblin Gonuk ... she could not spot him, probably blocked by the Basilisks.

So she asked in a whisper, "Professor, if the Horcrux is destroyed, what about Herpo's main soul?"

Felix rolled his eyes, that is an interesting question, the purpose of the Horcrux is to split the soul apart and hide a part of it in some object outside the body. That way, even if the body is attacked or destroyed, it can't die because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, undamaged.

But this is for the case where the wizard dies accidentally while the Horcrux survives, what if both happen at the same time by accident?

Is there a possibility that Herpo invented the method of making Horcrux and succeeded in making the first one, but before he could study how to recover his physical body, he ended up passing away due to an accident or simply died of old age ...

This speculation is not without a chance, the reason why Herpo is revered or hated by those who come after him is because he creatively invented a lot of dark magic, so is it possible that, before him, no one has studied the way to restore the flesh after the death?

Felix went along with this conjecture to deduce, Herpo because of the existence of the Horcrux his main soul is indestructible, so he has always wandered, but he could not find a good way to resurrect, so for an unknown number of years, the Horcrux also decayed over a long period of time, then what will be awaiting Herpo?

Will he simply perish, or will he continue to wander somewhere in this world, no better than the most humble wandering ghost?

"I don't know," Felix answered Hermione's question, "maybe death is more rewarding for him."

Hermione could not understand for a moment and wanted to continue to ask questions, but she soon realized the key, after the loss of the Horcrux, the only remaining choice the main soul has is; either dissipating, or lingering like Voldemort, or successfully got resurrected.

The first two remain unknown, but the third possibility is extremely unlikely because later generations have never found the traces of his presence again - which is actually quite unusual, if Herpo resurrected with the help of the Horcrux, he has no reason to hide.

And the remaining two possibilities, according to the professor's answer, 'maybe death is more rewarding for him', which is referring to the dissipation of the main soul at the end, but if there is no ... like Voldemort, wandering in the world for thousands of years?

She shuddered, the world's most painful punishment is just this, right?

"Little girl, move aside."

A voice said, Hermione startled as her body trembled, she jumped to the side, found the goblin Gonuk is looking flatly at the sidewall of the altar relief, she lowered her head, noticing the goblin at some point carrying a silver knife, is he trying to pry the gemstones from the relief.

Gonuk managed to get his hands on a ruby, he released a soft breath, as he wiped it with his sleeve, and said greedily: "Ancient gem, I smell the smell of heavy history, it is more precious than any of my collection, it has the weight of time!"

Hermione blinked, she felt that this statement should just be a kind of rhetorical expression, similar to the words of Trelawney and Refitin, but nevertheless, she asked curiously, "Mr. Gonuk, What do you see? Can I take a look?"

"No! Everything here is mine! no, no, no...it's Gringotts." He said seriously.

Felix smiled, "Miss Granger, pick one or two of whatever you like, as a souvenir."

The goblin looked at him viciously, only to have Felix pull out a letter of invitation from the Gringotts and raise it towards him, and he instantly became as sluggish as a deflated ball.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked puzzled.

Clammy came over and said with a smile: "Professor Hap is an expert invited by the Gringotts, naturally there is a payment. Gonuk realized this, so it ..." she made a heartbreaking gesture towards Hermione, who giggled.

But Hermione was just curious, no idea of taking it for herself, she had very little interest in gems, so she went around in a circle to survey the pattern on the altar - on the top remained the group of wizards she came with, they either identifying gems, or sitting upright in awe, or writing with their heads down, and next to these wizards, there were always all kinds of trinkets, gems, wands, vials, hourglasses.

She also wanted to take a closer look, but as a result, where ever she went, the Goblin followed her, and she finally got bored, so she ran off to the hallway in a huff and read the runes left on the slate with the professor.

Felix is recording the ancient magic on the top of the slate before Hermione is more interested in the story told on the slate, only after knowing that the master of the dark room is Herpo, she naturally understands that it is all a lie, an elaborate hoax woven by Herpo.

But why did he do it?

Hermione tried to understand Herpo's intentions, she had read a lot of ancient wizards' journals from Felix's collection, not unfamiliar with their mentality, and Herpo's approach made her extremely puzzled.

Thinking for a while, she thought of two directions, one is that Herpo wanted to lure in highly intelligent wizards, trick them into the dark room, and sacrifice them for some unspeakable sorcery, such as holding a resurrection ritual, but unfortunately, he waited for a thousand years in vain.

In the other direction, it was a blindfold set aside by Herpo. He never intended to let people leave alive after knowing this place. And everything that was laid out before was for this purpose--

The hiding place of the Horcrux was placed under the pyramid, and the secret of the Horcrux was concealed with the help of the Pharaoh's tomb, making it difficult for outsiders to discover. This is the first layer of protection.

And the black fog and curse in the hallway is the second layer of protection, if the wizard who mistakenly entered this place is slightly less capable, he is likely to die in the black fog for no reason, and be digested by the black fog clean, you know, Mr. Goblin said that the black fog is corrosive!

Even if a wizard succeeds in breaking through the black fog, there is a third layer of protection, which is the temptation of ancient magic on the stone slab, he/she will think he/she has broken into a strict senior's inheritance, and not only he/she will not reveal the news to the outside world, but will also attempt to break the invisible curse alone again and again.

Even if he succeeded in breaking through these levels, what was waiting for him in the end, was a nest of Basilisks, according to Hermione's guess, even if a wizard is more powerful, he/she can not resist the attack of dozens of Basilisks at the same time, right?

"If that's the case, then Herpo is too scary just to be known as Herpo the Foul." Hermione muttered in a small voice.

"What?" Felix inquired.

"No." Hermione immediately shook her head and followed the professor's line of sight, surveying the runic sequence above.

Felix said gently, "I don't have time to instruct you at now, but you can try to understand it a little. You know what I mean, right? Just the core ones, see which one you feel most comfortable with, and maybe it will be your second ancient magic."

Hermione nodded and excitedly tried them out one by one. The first ancient magic, she did not understand the core runes, so she gave up ...

The second, signifying 'twist', she tried outlining the core and sub-core runes, and the air in her hand seemed to twist, but after a few tries, it still didn't work.

She kept moving her position until she reached the second to last one, and Hermione's eyes lit up. Core rune - flame, sub-core runes, all of which she knew! She also knew most of the remaining Peripheral Runes.

This is it. She had a strong feeling in her heart.

Hermione carefully sketched the runes in the air, with the experience of learning illumination, she knew the most basic operation of ancient magic - core runes as a stable and joining agent, sub-core runes to determine the external characteristics and properties of magic, peripheral runes to build and refine the complete magic.

Hermione first outlined the flame rune, let it keep switching between rune symbols and flames, then reverted it to ancient magic and continued to outline the sub-core runes.

After a small period of time, Hermione wiped her sweat and stopped. Covering a yawn with her hand, she decided to rest for a while.

Felix had finished recording the sequence of all the runes on the slab, and a docile black lightning bolt flashed between his fingers, but this sight was only a flash, and he put away his magic and said to Hermione with satisfaction, "Let's go out, they're already waiting outside."

They walked out of the pyramid and returned to the tent camp, the goblin is exhausted enough to collapse into a chair, constantly complaining that his knife is cracked, but no one sympathized with him, "Because you won't let us help." Clammy said as she made herself a small glass of ice water.

She gulped a big sip as her brow furrowed, then stretched a little before she exhaled a long breath.

The others were also relaxed, coming out of such a dangerous place is enough for them to celebrate. Faisal and Rahman immediately decided to take time off and go watch the Quidditch World Cup.

Felix, who is also a little tired, took off his Basilisk skin cloak and took out a silver pocket watch, as he popped open the lid gently, a Niffler came out of it and stood in his hand, yelling at Felix continuously, counting his crimes and then pointing her butt at him.

"It's my fault," Felix said with a smirk, his mood instantly changed for the better. He took out a golden galleon, gently touched the shoulder of Niffler Valen, she smelled a charming smell, her head turned a little, glimpsed the golden glint, she then immediately snatched the golden galleon, stuffed it into her pocket, and patted Felix's finger with satisfaction.

Hermione stared wide-eyed at the little guy, "Professor, this is Niffler?"

"Well, I raise her, you can call her Valen." Felix said as caressed her pink beak with his finger, Niffler ignored him, as she glanced left and right and probed around.

Hermione took out the small locket with a temperature control function and waved it in front of her eyes, Niffler Valen who looked around immediately jumped down into Hermione's arms and reached for the small locket with her short hands.

When Niffler appeared, the goblin Gonuk immediately widened his eyes, covering his side pocket, and shouted in terror: "Take that little devil away, take it away!"

His scream caught the attention of Niffler, whose head poked out of Hermione's arms and her bright little black eyes stared at Goblin Gonuk.

Do you have any treasures?

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Goblins are one of the few humanoid races that have preserved their cultural heritage intact. In addition to their unique goblin magic and mastery of craftsmanship, they have their own language, customs, and settlements.

Many aspects of them are close to wizards, for example - the routine of parents scaring children.

In the many fairy tales of goblins, Niffler is a being comparable to the devil. They have more than just a bad reputation, even among adult goblins, if you choose the top ten golden curses, "Your family will attract Niffler!" will definitely be on the list, and probably at the top.

"Don't worry, Valen has many treasures." Felix said.

Gonuk became even more uncomfortable after hearing this, in the goblin concept, the more treasures you have, there will be more cravings for it, otherwise, how could one save such a thick family fortune! He hurriedly excused himself. Clammy looked outside for a moment, and announced to them with joy: "Mr. Gonuk has chosen the tent farthest from us." The crowd couldn't help but laugh.

It became dark, and Felix stayed alone in his tent, pulling out a stack of parchments and sorting through his trip's haul.

First and Foremost, there is nine ancient magic, which is simply a huge harvest. In order to conceal his identity, the magic that Herpo left on the slab is relatively normal and not mixed with strange things. Felix asked himself if he could leave intact if he broke into this place during the time Herpo was alive?

In particular, Herpo left a heartfelt message on a slab slate closest to the dark room. The general meaning is: since you broke through all the trials, then you obtained my approval, I left all my knowledge in the hidden chamber.

Uh ... all is a lie.

But this technique is extremely clever, Felix is also re-sorting the details to discover the subtlety of this scheme. With nine unadulterated ancient magic acts as bait, and in between these magic, those seemingly useless stone slabs of self-introduction, travel insights, is what Herpo carefully laid out to let your guard down.

For example, he first introduced his origins, and then told the strange stories of his travels aboard, told a lot of hidden secrets, between the lines to give a formidable, solitary, proud wizard image.

Such a person will never scheme you, right? It's not worth it at all! Wizards of that era did not have the concept of Horcrux.

Most ancient wizards set up secret chambers, either to hide treasures or to set up tombs, these locations are naturally full of traps, no one would want to "disclose" their powerful magic.

So, in Felix's opinion, with the mindset of the wizards at the time, it was difficult not to be tricked.

And when the latter recognized the image of wizard fabricated by Herpo, their vigilance would be greatly reduced, and they would only be careful to deal with the "test" of the predecessor, but they would fail to guard against the most insidious cold arrow from behind the scenes.

What's more, Herpo said some words of encouragement one after another in the subsequent slate, encouraging those who came later to continue to go forward, and also left some little useful tips, which in fact will increase his status in the minds of those who broke in.

But he did not say a word about those key information, just waiting for them to fall into the pit. For example, the powerful curse disguised as a small stone placed on the necessary path; or suddenly increasing the power and strength of the curse, so that people would be caught off guard. But once the latter is preoccupied and determines that these are tests, they will only think that they are not strong enough, not capable enough, and will not think of his evil intentions.

Unfortunately, all schemes and calculations can not stop the invasion of time, Herpo's many arrangements seem so pale and feeble under the river of time, even his painstakingly, layers by layers guarded Horcrux was long been destroyed by itself.

"It is also possible that his skills are not up to scratch." Felix thought, "After all, it was the world's first Horcrux, and some oversight was inevitable."

...

Of the nine ancient magics Felix had written down, There are four main attacks magics - Golden Flame, Black Lightning, Corrosive Black Mist, and Human Transfiguration; Two defensive magic - Silver Shield and Compressed Air, and the last three are of a supportive nature, which he hadn't had time to study carefully.

"Well, Herpo also didn't leave the names of these magic, I can only make up the names myself according to their characteristics ..." Felix scratched his head with some difficulty, forget it, the names and stuff are not important.

At this time, Niffler who lazily lying on the tent carpet approached him, Felix knocked her head with his hand, as she grunted she ran outside, taking away two golden galleons, twelve silver Sickles, and six copper Knuts with her.

Felix didn't pay much attention, he was thinking about ancient magic, the most magical thing here is the defensive magic of compressed air, in fact, instead of compressed air, it should be compressed space, at least a similar effect.

Although not clearly defined, wizards have the distinct impression by heart that there is a distance limit to casting spells, at least for the most part. You can't expect to throw a disarming charm at the sky, and it will fly straight up to a moon, right? There's a limit to every spell, caused by various reasons.

Among the magic Felix currently mastered, the spell with the longest casting distance should be the Patronus Charm. In his many studies, one of his directions is to let the Patronus change shape, so it can turn into Felix's own appearance, then it is convenient to go to buy something, or communicate with people, but when he said this idea to Dumbledore, Dumbledore chided him for thinking too much.

"The Patronus is a mapping of the mind, instead of thinking of changing its form, I would suggest you put a wizard's robe over it ..."

Felix gladly accepted the suggestion until he finds the alternative, he used blank memories to weave a transparent glowing robe, so at least the Patronus could be disguised as a ghost, maybe a new ghost would roam Hogwarts castle after the school year started.

Felix collected his chaotic thoughts and focused on the magic of compressed air, its principle is simple, in front of the caster to build a wall of air, but this air wall is a compressed section of space so that the magic attacking him/her would naturally collapse out of casting range and control distance.

Theoretically, this magic can resist all attacks, even including the Killing Curse.

Felix had already decided to put it and Black Lightning at the top of the learning list. Black Lightning magic is also very powerful, and it is characterized by its extreme speed and penetrating power, which makes ordinary defensive magic useless altogether.

His own humanoid shield charm was originally less defensive than the normal shield charm, facing this black lightning, it will be as fragile as a thin layer of parchment.

Felix once again sighed, Herpo knew exactly how to invest the capital well.

"What a good man, it's a pity he died."

In addition to these nine ancient magic, he also experienced a unique curse teaching, although Herpo did not teach him a single curse, Felix still with his own tangible experience figured out some things, he now needs to record those things.

...

Niffler Valen came in from outside the tent and saw Felix fluently writing words on parchment, his shadow constantly swaying in the tent, the interior light flickering on and off, Niffler startled, then grabbed a gem and smashed it on Felix's head.

Felix looked at the gem in front of him, turned his head, and looked at Niffler, both small and big ones looked at each other and fell into a wordless silence.

A few minutes later, he lifted Niffler upside down and flung a pile of golden galleons and various bits and pieces of treasure out of her little pocket, including his Order of Merlin and broken time-turner, and of course, the small pile of suspicious gems in the corner stood out quite a bit.

"Looks like you're in for a good lesson." Felix morphed a small cup into a small bench and made Niffler sit on it in a disciplined manner, "Be a good girl and sit down, I'm the one who neglected your education, we have ... about four hours before you return these stuff."

Niffler Valen pushed her pink beak into her arms, she had a strong feeling that her carefree childhood is slipping away from her.

"I need to give you a make-up of basic education, or wait until school starts, you might get into some kind of trouble ... Let's see, the economic books I've read, the section on property ownership, is very educational ... "

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The next morning, Felix entered the pyramid with Niffler, who had very little spirit, to re-examine the interior of the dark room according to the remaining traces of magic, and he was accompanied by the goblin Gonuk, Felix satisfied to see that he did not mention the theft of the gems, so he patted the Niffler Valen on her shoulder.

It seemed his education proved useful, as she did not keep a gem or two for herself, but there would be no relaxing time for the rest of the holiday. Whether it is Quidditch World Cup Magic Light Show or a visit to Beauxbatons before heading back to Hogwarts, these are all risky places.

Clammy dragged Hermione on a tour around Cairo downtown, "I'll take you to see the old museum, there are quite a few things made by wizards, but the locals don't know ..."

Hermione is very interested in this, "I read about this museum in the book, there should be an obelisk somewhere right?"

"What's that?"

"A pointed square pillar, a monument to the sun god built by the ancient Egyptians, I've seen it in France and London, but Egypt is the birthplace of the obelisk, it should be different."

Clammy thought for a moment, "I don't know much about it, I can ask about it for you."

They had two days of intense fun. During the day they strolled around various attractions, as Clammy was familiar with the magic stops within Cairo, while Hermione looked at a load of important locations from the books, so they both took turns choosing the locations and had a great time.

By evening, Hermione followed Felix to learn golden flame magic, and Felix told her, "You have enough self-control to try arranging the magic sequence in private, but you must wait till this school year to formally cast the spell."

On the third day, they returned to Diagon Alley in London, and Clammy Vera followed them, her reason being that she didn't want to be alone with that money-grubbing Gonuk, and she took a leave of absence to watch the World Cup, but once she arrived at Diagon Alley, she burrowed into the Future World Company Headquarters and refused to come out.

Future World Company has been very busy lately because it finally opened a branch in Diagon Alley and started selling its goods to the public. Lupin spent a considerable amount of lease to obtain the right to use the store for the next two years, which is not far from the Ollivander wand store.

This store for the time being only sells one kind of good - magic lamps, all kinds of magic lamps. When Sirius and Harry went to Diagon Alley to buy books, they were immediately attracted to the store by the two mighty dragon magic lamps, they came to the door, and the vertical posters on the shopfront were also painted with other types of magic lamps, looked very eye-catching.

A young blond clerk kept everything organized at the entrance, and Harry and Sirius walked into the store, where there were rows and rows of shelves, with magic lamps of various shapes in translucent boxes. In addition, posters appeared above all the magic lamp boxes and floating in midair, one reach you can touch it.

A little boy reached out to touch the dragon above his head and found that he could not touch it. His father lifted him, and the boy struggled, as he shouted sharply with embarrassment, "I'm going to school this year!"

"Dennis-" his father was just about to speak, only to have the magic lamp in the shape of a dragon spew out a fan-shaped light at them, which startled them.

Harry also saw the figure of Luna, with her back to them, wearing a very conspicuous bright yellow robe, was surveying a delicate box, the box contains twelve kinds of palm-sized magic lamp dolls, but the shape looks more cute, like the kind of style he saw in cartoons.

"Luna." He greeted.

"Oh, Harry," Luna looked back at him in surprise, still holding a small eagle with short wings, "You are shopping before the World Cup, too? I figured I'd run into some familiar faces today."

Harry surveyed her, something didn't feel right, "Where is your little Dirigible Plum Earrings?"

"Left them at home," Luna said regretfully, turning around and pulling a male wizard next to her who was staring intently at the purple floral pattern on the shelf, "Dad-"

The middle-aged male wizard, Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood, turned back, the silver pendant hanging around his neck shaking on his chest, "Yes, dear?"

"How about we take her home with us?" She asked, holding up the palm-sized eagle in her hand.

"Oh, not good," Xenophilius frowned, his eyes moving back and forth between the eagle and the box, his marshmallow white hair fluttering over his shoulders, "I don't think it's good ... to separate them, it would break some kind of mysterious connection between them."

So Harry watched as Luna happily clutched the box containing the twelve magic lamp dolls and prepared to go to the counter to check out.

"See you at the World Cup, Harry."

Luna waved at him, and Harry waved back. When father and daughter passed Sirius, Xenophilius stopped and stared at his face, Sirius looked a little impatient, but didn't say much, there were too many people who looked at him with different eyes on the way.

But Xenophilius looked at him for too long, that Luna switched the box to her other side while waiting she chatted with Harry, as she asked thoughtfully: "Have you seen Hermione, I have something to ask her."

"No--" Harry hurriedly replied, looking at Sirius, the atmosphere in front of him became slightly tense.

Xenophilius approached him, his somewhat contrasting light silver eyes peering straight into Sirius' face, he flashed his teeth and asked mysteriously, "Are you, Boardman?"

"Bo-who the hell?" Sirius' eyes widened.

"The leader of the Naughty Goblins group, Humpty Dumpty Boardman, very famous a dozen years ago." Xenophilius whispered, "Sirius is supposed to be your alias, right?"

Sirius stared at him blankly, "No!" He said in a tough voice, and Xenophilius left with a regretful look on his face as if he had received some kind of heavy blow.

Harry laughed from the sidelines, wincing, tears welling up in his eyes, " Humpty Dumpty - Boardman, is he really talking about you?"

Sirius tapped him on the back of the head and said thoughtfully, "A family of Ravenclaw? I Knew that house is filled with weirdos since I was in school."

"They are exceptions, just a little odd." Harry put in a good word for Luna.

Sirius didn't have it in him to smile, so he just said, "And you just asked that little girl where her little Dirigible Plum earrings had gone."

...

Future World Company Headquarters.

"What is this?" Lupin held a golden stick that looked like a straight pole with a dog-headed knob.

"Pharaoh's scepter." Felix flipped through the various charts.

"What does it do?" Lupin asked curiously, is it some new product that can suddenly jump up and hit someone in the head? He shook his head and pushed the thought out of his head, he had been interacting with the Weasley twins too much these days and the entire situation seemed out of whack.

"A souvenir brought back from Egypt, you can have it if you like." Felix said casually.

"Forget it, maybe Sirius would like it, er, or Valen ..." Lupin handed the scepter to Niffler, who was eyeing it from the desk, then he turned to ask about Clammy Vera, "What's up with that girl? You have your eye on her too and plan to train her like the Weasley twins?"

Felix thought about it, "They are different, Vera will probably stay, at the moment it should be considered a pre-induction visit, she needs to firm up her resolve a bit."

Lupin's heart brightened: "I will provide the convenience."

Felix added: "Vera is very fond of ancient runes, if she spends more time, her achievements will be very high."

Lupin smiled: "So you plan to groom a long-term high-level expert."

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Near the evening, Felix and Lupin emerged from the 'Future World' company headquarters - the vertical castle building was renamed as company headquarters due to the availability of branches that were used to sell specific products, so this building is dedicated exclusively for research work.

Felix intended to open the company's sales outlets all over the world, just like the Gringotts. Many British wizards actually did not know that Gringotts had branches in different countries, and they thought there is only one such bank in the world.

The two looked at the store from a distance, the sky is almost completely dark, "Future World - Diagon Alley shop" sign hovered at the entrance with two dragon magic lamps at both sides, whenever a group passes nearby, they will spew out a large mouthful of white flame-like light, attracting gasps from the crowd.

"Fudge has sent over the tickets, you were not there, I received it for you." Lupin said softly.

"Hmm."

...

Felix returned to his residence in London, as he focused on visiting some friends. Afterward, one early morning, someone apparited in a misty forest, a field set aside by the British Ministry of Magic specifically for Apparition.

"Go in that direction, and remember to register at the gate." A tired old wizard said breathlessly when another crackling sound came from not far away and a South American wizard who dressed like a peacock spun around and appeared, crashing headfirst into a nearby tree.

The old wizard from the Ministry of Magic muttered something that sounded like "silly bird" and Felix followed his direction out of the forest and saw through the haze as a gentle slope stretched upward, with oddly shaped squares stretching down the slope - tents set up by the wizards who had arrived early.

The Ministry of Magic had prepared a dozen drop-off points around the Quidditch World Cup field for wizards watching the game to come in groups, and naturally, the lower the ticket price, the earlier they must come.

Felix arrived in front of a stone house where a man stood in the doorway with a dazed, indifferent look on his face towards everything. Felix could see that he is an ordinary man, the only one muggle in this big place, and had just been put under an Obliviate.

"How do you do, sir?"

"Hello, I'm Roberts," the man inside the house said calmly, "state your name and pay the money please."

...

Felix passed between the tents, the camp entrance is not far away, with Ministry of Magic staffs patrolling the camp, as they are responsible for maintaining order throughout the camp and act as order keepers. "You!" One of the Ministry of Magic's enforcers shouted, "What's wrong with that chimney on the tent?" The reprimanded wizard retorted vigorously, "I didn't violate the secrecy regulations, the muggles did the same thing!"

"Are you sure?" The Enforcer got a bit confused, "Your tent is different from everyone else's ..."

The colleague next to him whispered, "I've seen it too, you might be mistaken."

So the two left, leaving the victorious wizard to continue fiddling with his tent. As Felix cautiously crossed the area, he noticed that the Ministry of Magic patrols only focused on the tents near the edge of the venue, and as he walked some distance away, various tents with "magical traces" began to compete.

A twisted tent that looked like it had been glued together by a child stood upright against the wind, and seven or eight feet away stood a normal-sized tent, but on its side there hung a moving poster of some star player around thirty years old with a grim-looking face.

" What's with that extra stuff?" A familiar voice shouted.

Next, it was Hermione's voice: "Oh my God, that's a tent pole for the support!"

"Can we use it, will it suddenly collapse?" This is Sirius's voice.

Felix looked at the sound, several children of the Weasley family gathered around, looking at the two adults in the center of the field - Mr. Weasley and Sirius lying on the ground, checking what went wrong.

"Hello guys, do you need any help?" Felix couldn't help but ask.

Sirius looked up from the ground, in a terrible mood, and he immediately stood up, drew his wand, and pointed it at the loose tent, which immediately jumped up and put itself back together.

"Well, you're right, although -- anyway, we had a lot of fun." Mr. Weasley also got up from the ground.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley."

"Hello, Professor Hap," Mr. Weasley replied, his expression stiffening a bit as he glanced at the children with concern, "Boys, you put your travelling clothes away and make your beds, we will probably have to stay for a few days."

He pulled Felix to the side as Sirius looked left and right before following suit.

"Professor Hap, I heard Harry say that you taught him Apparition?" Mr. Weasley said nervously, "Not that I question your teaching, I just think - well, don't you think it's too early?"

"Too early? Mr. Weasley, I don't quite understand."

"The Ministry of Magic states that Apparition should not be studied before the sixth year at least, and it has to go through a rigorous examination, and I have heard from my colleagues in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad that there are all kinds of serious Splinching ... Actually... actually, I would be okay with a year or two earlier, but Harry was only in his third year that time..."

"Harry had the potential." Felix said.

"A lot of adult wizards aren't good at this magic." Mr. Weasley said anxiously, wiping his somewhat balding forehead with his handkerchief.

They didn't notice that the cacophony of voices in the tent quieted down, and a gap in the tent showed a pair of bright eyes looking this way.

"Mr. Weasley, I've always felt that Apparition should be included as one of the mandatory criteria for student graduation," Felix said with a smile, not caring much about his attitude, "I've already suggested this to Dumbledore, and it's expected to be implemented from this year."

"Graduation criteria?" Mr. Weasley asked because he was surprised, his attention got diverted. In fact, he was not dwelling on the Apparition issue but was worried about Felix being eager to make some achievements and that would harm Harry, so he politely reminded.

He did not yet know that Ron and Hermione also secretly studied it together with Harry. He just heard about this matter today from Sirius' mouth when he was looking for the Portkey at Burrow, and he thought that Sirius had privately taught Harry, only to find out that it turned out to be Professor Hap at the school.

"That's right, incorporating several categories of magic that must be mastered. If you do not pass, you have to return to retake the course without graduating." Felix said in a relaxed tone.

Harry and Ron, who were eavesdropping on the side, exchanged a look with each other. Fred and George pressed up against them and stood higher, causing Ron to whine, "Don't squeeze!" Hermione and Ginny crouched down, in the lowest position, and looked out through the two rivet holes.

At the other end, Sirius asked with great interest, "Can you tell us about all the magic that is mandatory?"

"It's not set in stone yet," Felix said, "but I think--" he wiggled his fingers and counted them one by one, "Apparition, Disillusionment Charm, Disarming Charm, Shield Charm, Intruder Charm, Muggle-Repelling Charm, Basic Healing spells, these should be the key magic spells. There may be more specific subdivisions related to career choices ..."

Mr. Weasley's attitude got much better, as he said thoughtfully, "Is it pre-induction focused training? Sounds good, a lot of new graduates have to learn quite a bit, even when I entered the Ministry of Magic back then ..."

Sirius grinned, with what he knew about Felix, maybe Felix is preparing for a wizard war. He glanced at the tent and waved his hand covertly, his godson is too careless as he was showing half of his head out.

...

"So that's why you taught Harry? Thinking that all wizards should master it?" Sirius asked in a small voice when he found an opportunity to do so after Mr. Weasley had left.

They were standing at the front of the tent, looking at the wizards coming and going, from all over the world, a red-faced male wizard in a Scottish dress holding a flamingo and a huge spatula in his hands.

"Actually, he asked for it himself." Felix said without moving.

"You could have refused," Sirius reminded him, "As Arthur said, he wasn't old enough to even get a certificate."

Felix's eyes twinkled as he looked at him playfully, "I am only responsible for teaching, I can't control what happens to them outside of school, perhaps ... we should expect the young wizard's guardian to set an example and give proper guidance?"

Sirius grimaced, his first thought after learning about Harry's mastery of the Apparition was to take him on a tour around, and he did so!

He refrained from continuing the conversation and looked back carefully at the tent as Mr. Weasley pulled the kettle and two stew pots out of the backpack he had brought, the children busied themselves with making their beds, and Sirius said cautiously, "Do you know if there are any after-effects if you got scarred by a Curse?"

"Why do you ask that ...," Felix looked at Sirius and then followed his line of sight to Harry, "Is it Harry?"

"That's right," Sirius said briefly, as he glanced at the wizard who wearing a Scottish dress again, as two Enforcers from Ministry of Magic eyeing the bird that wizard had brought with him, "a sudden pain in the scar on his forehead and a nightmare where he said he dreamed of Voldemort... ... I don't know much about that."

Sirius briefly said what he knew, Felix frowned, "What kind of Voldemort did he dream about?"

"Didn't get a good look."

"In addition to Voldemort?"

"There should be others, but Harry forgot about them. As you know, the more you recall the details of such things as dreams, the more you can't remember. Maybe Voldemort is plotting something in the dark again, and he has a helper! That's why I'm asking you. I wish it was just an accident, a dream. Aren't you a Healer?"

"I'm not." Felix sighed, "If he's having memory problems - well, you know what I mean, you should look for St. Mungo's Spell Damage Division."

Sirius spoke with concern, "I'm worried about getting into unnecessary trouble, maybe the effects of the spell are still lingering, the Killing Curse ... has never had such a precedent, and Harry didn't survive it with his own power, rather he relied on Lily's magic."

He briefly revealed some information, mainly the ancient magic that Lily cast, including its role and cost. Felix had actually heard a similar account, except that Sirius told it in more detail.

"So that's it. I suggest you talk to Dumbledore, he has a lot of hidden channels to scout for information, and he may be able to find out Voldemort's movements."

Neither of them spoke, the wizard with the flamingo in his hand was stopped, the Ministry of Magic enforcers suspected him of smuggling precious magical creatures, and although the two enforcers did not recognize the large bird with bright rose-coloured feathers, they politely asked the wizard to come along.

"This is a Flamingo! Flam-ing-goo! Don't you know? It is not a magical creature ... Not related to the Phoenix!" The wizard yelled angrily, but he still got taken away.

Sirius suddenly asked, "That's really not a magical creature?"

"Yes." Felix said with certainty.

"You're not going to explain?"

" They'll figure it out somehow, perhaps they'll become friends."

In the tent, the kids started to talk about their experiences, and the Weasley twins mentioned the Future World company where they had spent half the summer, "It was cool!"

Fred said with a sigh, "We made a lot of friends, and to think, there are dozens of like-minded people-"

"Compared to them, we're still small-timers." George said.

"Don't talk like that, we at least managed to market the Couple's Mirror, Professor Lupin said it would revolutionize the magic world."

"You sold it?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, we signed a two-year partnership agreement until we graduate." Fred said with a grin, "Borrowing the Future World Company's shopfront to sell it without us having to worry about it, with a monthly dividend-"

"There's plenty of money for other research!"

George also said happily, "By the time we graduate, we can save up a large sum of money, and then we can just buy the next store in Diagon Alley."

"It's even got a name -"

"Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" The two raised their arms in cheer at the same time.

Mr. Weasley on the side sighed, Professor Lupin visited the Burrow and insisted on signing an agreement in his and Molly's presence, offering extremely favourable terms, and they really couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

"I'll see you later."

Felix said goodbye to them and went to a large tent at the camp, where Lupin stood in front of the entrance, hanging a sign on it as he took two steps back to carefully examine it.

"It's a little crooked." Felix suddenly said beside him, Lupin jumped, the wand hidden in the sleeve spurted a cluster of red sparks, he looked around, when no one was looking, his right hand quickly swiped, the sign immediately stuck squarely on the tent.

The two looked at the sign that read "Future World" together, and Lupin whispered: "The Ministry of Magic advised us to use magic sparingly, this is Muggle territory after all, and there is a small village less than ten kilometers away."

At that moment, the two young people came out of the tent, and Clammy wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, "Re-arranged the boxes, and boy, it's like a big warehouse in there. Oh, Professor Hap, you're here too-"

"Mr. Happ... hello." Said the young blonde next to her, a clerk at Future World's sales outlet in Diagon Alley named Eric McKee.

"Hello, guys." Felix nodded at them as he called Clammy to one side, "How have you been these past few days?"

"Not too bad," as Clammy said energetically, " Especially that memory stone basin, I took the time to refresh some of the parts that I didn't understand before, but there are no more lessons ..."

She was talking about the teaching aids that Felix used when he taught ancient magic in the Magic Rune Club during the previous school year, which he had made by imitating the Pensieve, but during the holidays, it was moved to the company by Felix, and he modified it to train the employees.

Felix said, "It is for employees who are interested in supplementary lessons, the content is not too deep."

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With 100,000 Quidditch fans gathered here, even a little noise from each one would turn the entire camp into a boiling caldron, and as the afternoon passed on, the agitation not only didn't diminish but rather grew more and more pervasive, so much to the point that even the summer air seemed to churn.

Felix remained in the tent, taking inventory of what would be used for the light show along with Lupin and the rest of the team, as they had planned to hold a Grand Magic Light Show the night of the Quidditch finals and continue until the end of the game. On top of that, Future World had spent a thousand Galleons on the text ads that would appear before the start of the Quidditch World Cup.

As the sun finally set and the twilight began to dissipate, Clammy and young shopkeeper Eric McKee slipped out to enjoy the evening, and there was lots of hustle and bustle outside, with vendors popping up with apparition every now and then, pushing carts full of various souvenirs through the crowds.

The Ministry of Magic also gave up their last resistance and let it be, and all sorts of signs of magic sprang up at once, "crackling" Apparitions, vigorous hawking and sales, joyful and noisy chatter ... made the camp rowdy.

Lupin also went out, Felix stayed in the tent, fiddling with a layer of air wall on his left hand, as his right hand held the wand, he chanted softly: "Fulmen."

A red bolt shot out from the tip of his wand and hit straight on his left hand. After waiting a second or two, Felix's left hand trembled, he dispersed the magic and looked at the palm of his hand, which had a small red dot on it.

"The effect is still very limited... but it has Potential." Felix kept pondering. After another hour or two, Clammy and Eric returned with large bags, and they placed them on a side table, as Felix retracted his magic and looked at the various souvenirs in front of him.

There is a glowing green rose-shaped badge, and right now it is shouting loudly "Irish team will win!" Clammy pressed hard on the top of the rose, and it finally stopped.

And something that looked like binoculars with a variety of odd knobs and dials. "That's Omnioculars," Clammy introduced, "I thought it is brilliant, with it, you can able to magically slow down and replay the scenes."

Felix tried it out, "It's fascinating." He kept flicking the buttons on it, and the whole world slowed down before his eyes, then Clammy slowly took out a small model of a Firebolt and gestured it in front of him.

There were also figurines of famous players' collection, Eric McKee bought a full set of Irish team figurines as a souvenir, as he walked around the table with a smug look on his face, He didn't pay attention and stubbed his toes on the table, as one of the figurines fell off the table.

"Oh, my Lynch -"

Eric said as he hastened to wipe the figurine's ash-stained nose, "Bad luck go away, go away ..."

Clammy and Felix both looked at him, and he explained, "That's what my dad used to do, to chase away bad luck, to never let it ruin the big game."

"Does it really work?" Clammy looked at him sceptically.

"Of course," he introduced with gusto, " We're without a trophy for thirty years, there is a good chance of winning this year, and we have the most compatible team - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! And, of course - Lynch!"

"He's the Seeker?" Clammy nudged the 'Lynch' in Eric's hand with her finger.

"That's right, the Seeker is the soul of the team ..." When talking about Quidditch, Eric became exceptionally chatty, and when he heard that Clammy didn't even understand basic fouls, he stared as if he had found an alien.

"Let me tell you, there are many ways to foul Quidditch, such as the most common pulling and punching, elbowing, locking your opponent with a broom handle, and the relatively complicated ..."

Felix quietly stepped back as he settled on an interesting game of creating a thick wall of air and throwing small odd things at it, like cups and forks, and then they would stuck in the air and move forward in slow motion, the exact speed of movement being related to the force with which you threw them.

Clammy was also attracted by this game, she tried to use her own cup to knock the professor's cup out.

After failing repeatedly, she set her sights on Eric's figurine.

"Absolutely not-" Eric said firmly, but he pulled another pile of figurines out of his pocket, " You can throw this Bulgarian team one."

Within moments, various cups, knives and forks, badges as well as figurines, and sealed bags of snacks were stuck in the air.

"Eric wins, by five points."

...

It became completely dark and Felix invited everyone to eat, "Better eat something, we can't watch the game on empty stomach, and we don't know how long it will go on."

"Where's Lupin?"

"Probably met a friend and talking a little longer, I'll be sure to bring him something to eat." Felix said.

"I wish the competition would go on for ten days and ten nights." At the dinner table, Clammy Vera said sincerely. Then they would have more time to show the magic lamp.

Felix laughed.

"Vera, you haven't made a decision yet? You already can consider yourself as a part of the company."

Clammy said with embarrassment, "I haven't thought about it yet, I like the job of a Curse-Breaker, but it's also great here ... Am I being a little greedy, Professor?"

Felix shrugged, swallowed the chicken in his mouth, poured himself another glass of iced lemonade, and smiled, " You're having a happy annoyance. I can't help much with that, but there's no need to rush to make your decision or stress yourself out."

He raised his glass and toasted distantly as he said again, "You're always welcome here, Vera."

At that moment, Lupin came in from outside the tent with a worried look on his face, Felix poured him a glass of lemonade, he expressed his thanks, and his eyebrows were stretched, "Just visited Harry and there was a close call."

"What happened?" Felix inquired, directing the dishes to float over to Lupin, "I suggest you try this, fried halloumi cheese, Eric bought it from a vendor, it tastes phenomenal with chicken."

Erik McKee, who seated next to Clammy, smiled restrainedly, and Lupin patted him on the shoulder and said gently, "Thank you." He sat down and explained, "Sirius stayed with the Weasleys and ended up meeting Barty Crouch, you know ..."

It became clear in Felix's mind that Sirius might have some animosity towards Barty Crouch by the looks of it, but Lupin's words took him by surprise.

"It was Barty Crouch who made the provocative remark," Lupin's brow furrowed again, and he said slowly, "Crouch was in charge of the defense of the whole camp, and when talking about the Death Eaters, Crouch brought up the old issue by saying that there were many Death Eaters on the loose -"

"But Sirius has been proven innocent."

"Yeah, but he kept looking at Sirius as he spoke, and you know Sirius' temper, the two already have an old grudge, if Harry hadn't dragged ..." Lupin shook his head and didn't go on, but Felix could totally guess what was going on.

Probably he would have pulled out his wand.

The low, mellow sound of a gong came from somewhere in the woods, and immediately, thousands and thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed brightly in the trees, brightening the path to the stadium.

"It's time!"

The four stood up, walked out of the tent, and followed the surging excited crowd into the woods, when they emerged from the other side of the woods, they got greeted by a huge oval-shaped open-air stadium, its interior so brightly lit up that the light coming through reflected half of the forest with a golden lustre.

"It's claimed to be able to hold 100,000 people." Eric murmured.

They took their tickets for the top box and made their way up, the stairs leading to the top were covered with a fuchsia carpet, and when there were no more stairs ahead, they already stood at the highest point of the stadium.

You can see a spectacular sight below, with 100,000 wizards taking their seats one by one, Clammy tugged on his sleeve and pointed somewhere, and on the side of that stadium stood a huge chalkboard with various advertisements writing on it in a loop -

'Cornflower: a flying broom for the whole family - safe, secure and with a built-in anti-theft buzzer ...'

'Future world, watch the game, see the light show, say goodbye to old lamps and blinking torches, the future is at hand -'

Felix nodded his head to indicate that he saw it. Soon, people began to enter the small box they were in, the Weasleys, the Malfoys, Sirius, Harry, and Hermione, followed by

Cornelius Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

Lucius Malfoy cast an icy glance at both the Weasleys and Sirius indifferently, with a slight nod of greeting, then clambered enthusiastically with Fudge, when Felix looked at him, he subconsciously avoided his eye contact.

''Haven't you figured it out yet, Lucius.'' Felix thought to himself.

After the crowd settled down, the only voices left in the small compartment were those of Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who spoke like a chicken. Fudge missed Barty Crouch immensely; despite their mutual discord, Crouch's talent is evident to all, and he knows at least a hundred languages, including the language of many magical creatures.

A little later, Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman arrived together, Crouch sporting a horribly serious expression with a frosty look on his face, but Fudge was going crazy with the Bulgarian Minister's terrible accent and didn't notice a thing about it.

"Thank God, Barty, at last you're here, I need you to translate for me--"

"I dragged Barty over here forcefully," said Ludo Bagman cheerfully, "I told him that he deserves the most credit and should be on top ..."

"Sorry." Crouch's face filled with disgust and his lips quivered as if he was resisting the urge to slap Fudge in the face, "I have no time for such trivial matters--"

" Trivial matters?" Fudge took a deep breath and looked at him incredulously, what was going on, he was just about to say something, only to see Crouch's lips open noiselessly, although no sound came out, but Fudge was too close to him and could clearly distinguish the mouth pattern, Crouch was said, "Stupid."

" Barty Crouch!" Fudge, whose mood at the moment is mixed with anger and dread, shouted loudly at Crouch, with spittle flying, "Have you finally stopped hiding and decided to plot to take my place!"

There is silence in the box, no one expected this to happen, even the Bulgarian Minister opened his mouth wide as he said in perfect English, "What's happening?"

Ludo Bagman, the host of the opening ceremony, froze in place, his round face continued to sweat, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, "Ouch!" Hermione cried out, it turned out that he stepped on Hermione's foot.

" Sorry, I'm sorry, Lit..tle girl." Ludo Bagman stammered.

Sirius said dismissively, "See, both of them are no good, Crouch looked at me exactly like that this afternoon, and I think he's finally gone mad."

Felix, sitting in the second row, pinched his chin, were we going to see a good cat fight today, the Department of International Magical Co-operation versus the current Minister of Magic?

What a pity that there were no reporters-

Mr. Weasley stood up and tried to ease the awkward atmosphere as he hesitantly said, "Mr. Crouch ..."

Barty Crouch seemed to have finally regained his senses, he opened his mouth but said nothing, hurriedly threw a few apologies, and turned to leave. The scene only left with red-eyed Fudge who panting like a pig.

When Crouch passed by, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if he had been branded with an iron seal on the skin.

He covered his forehead and forced himself not to make a sound, only Sirius and Ron, who were sitting on both sides of him, noticed the abnormality, and Sirius asked in a low voice: "What's wrong, Harry? Does your scar hurt again?"

But that was when the Quidditch World Cup finals officially began, and the loud cheers drowned out his concern.

Ludo Bagman enchanted himself with a Sonorus spell, and then the words he uttered rang out like thunder throughout the stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen ... Welcome! Welcome to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

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The audience erupted with a buzz of cheers and applause.

However, the atmosphere inside the small box had not yet melted from the freezing point, and everyone's face looked stiff. Harry felt his forehead didn't hurt that much anymore, but his heart went into turmoil, caught in an unexplainable suspicion, he didn't know if the pain of the scar is related to Barty Crouch, or maybe everything was just a coincidence ...

'But what if it's not?' A voice appeared in the back of his mind and Harry knew what he had thought of - first-year Professor Quirrell.

'But Mr. Crouch did not wear a large scarf on his head!'

Ron put a hand on Harry's shoulder, ''Hey Harry, are you alright? It was certainly quite unexpected just now ... but, um," he looked around to find something interesting, "Say, how did Bagman get so spirited?"

Indeed, just now Ludo Bagman also seemed fidgety, but at the moment when he is hosting the final of the Quidditch World Cup, his voice is full of passion and joy, and he seems to have left Fudge completely behind.

"... Let's welcome the Bulgarian National Team' mascot!"

Harry looked weakly at the field, with little interest in the pre-tournament mascot show which Hermione had mentioned to him, but soon his attention got drawn to it - "Surprisingly, it's Veela!" Mr. Weasley hurriedly wiped his glasses.

Only to see a hundred of Veela glide onto the field, Veela were a group of women, charming women, more than one person may have even considered the possibility: that they are probably just their fantasy as they're that beautiful. Their skin glistened, their hair fluttered animatedly behind their heads, and they exuded a strong charm. Especially when they began to dance, this charm easily captured the attention of the audience.

Felix smiled as he pulled Eric McKee down, who was trying to jump towards Veela, as he had just suddenly stood up on a chair and wished that he could dance with them. But he wasn't the only one who lost his cool, as it is easy to fall prey to Veela when you meet them for the first time without any defence.

Felix's eyes skimmed over the crowd, the presence of Veela warmed up the atmosphere in the box, and Hermione made a very loud smacking sound as she reached out to pull Harry and Ron back into their seats. "Geez, what's wrong with you guys!" She said.

This was followed by a memorable performance by the Irish Leprechaun, little men in red vests and beards who weaved back and forth from above the huge stadium, combined with various sparkling lights, then eventually they formed a huge, shiny, eye-catching clover that hovered over the audience as they sprinkled large amounts of gold coins like golden raindrops.

"Fake." Clammy said as she grabbed a gold coin, but she still collected it with gusto.

Next, Ludo Bagman enthusiastically introduced both teams, highlighting each team's Seekers, drawing an enthusiastic response from the crowd as Krum and Lynch's names were mentioned.

The match began.

The two National teams showed great strength, they were so fast that you couldn't see their faces, covering the field with blurred shades of red and green, and Ludo Bagman only had time to announce their names and tactics names.

"The ball is in Mullet's hands! He passed it to Troy! Now it's with Moran! Darren! Mullet! Again Troy!"

Bagman screams, "Eaglehead offensive line! Watch out ... The ball is in! Troy scores, the play is successful. with10:0, Irish leads!" He bellowed with passion as the crowd cheered and applauded.

The game continued -

"It's Troy again! The Quaffle is still with the Irish team! You should have noticed - oh, my God! The Irish are organizing their offence again! Moran! Mullet!"

"Bait-and-switch! It didn't work ... Brilliant! Backward pass! This time it's Moran!"

Soon the Irish were leading 30-0 when Bagman suddenly shouted, "Look at the Seekers - Krum and Lynch, they've found something, tangled up - oh, crap! The healer is on the field! Lynch fell to the ground! That's a fake! The game is suspended!"

Clammy raised her omnioculars and asked curiously, "What's going on? Where is the Golden Snitch, what were those two guys even just done?"

Eric McKee said excitedly, "It was Lynch who faked it, pretended to spot the flying Golden Snitch, then suddenly dived to attract his opponent to follow up, and then-" He pointed to Lynch who looked dizzy as if he was stepping on a cloud in the field, his nose and face were covered with blood.

Felix stared at the field, where Krum, who had won this hard-fought bout, is hovering high above the stadium, using this rare, uninterrupted time to search for the Golden Snitch.

A few minutes later, Lynch recovered and the match continued.

"It was intense ...," Felix said as he halted, as the Irish scored ten more goals in a row in the span of just ten minutes. They now lead the game by 130-10.

"Yeah, it was so intense, I've never seen such a great game." Eric McKee agreed.

"... The light show won't be very effective if it ends too soon." Felix finished his sentence and Eric choked upon hearing it, opening his mouth several times not knowing how to respond as Clammy giggled.

As the score widened, there were various small actions on the court, and Bagman continued to perform his duties as host and commentator, "Bulgaria's elbow move was too wide, a typical foul ... Yes, the referee blew the whistle, and he gave the penalty!"

The smell of gunpowder was also strong off the field, as mascots and supporters of both teams let out angry yells and kept waving their fists. But the score expanded to 140:10 with an irreversible trend.

"This game is really coming to the right place!" Ron said excitedly, watching the fierce match while taking the time to watch the fight between Veela and the Leprechauns in one corner of the field, "Veela doesn't seem to look that good when she gets mad, but the Hell with it! Kick that bearded midget's ass, that's right!"

"Ron -"

At that moment there was a shout from the pitch as Irish Seeker Lynch suddenly accelerated and dived, the bloodstains remaining on his nose still visible through the omnioculars, with Krum following closely behind him.

Bagman bellowed, "Two Seekers suddenly accelerating! Could this be a fake move? Is it Lynch's revenge? Oh - they're getting faster and faster, without slowing down! No Deceleration! I see the Golden Snitc-"

The 100,000 spectators held their breath as only the two mascots in the corner were still fighting.

The two Seekers dived toward the ground, side by side, both with one hand outstretched, stretching their arms as far as they could -

"Bang!"

Lynch fell heavily on the ground as Krum hovered up, clutching the Golden Snitch in his hand.

The scoreboard flashed showing the score, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the crowd didn't seem to realize what exactly happened.

After a few seconds of dazedness, Bagman said, "Bulgaria's Seeker Krum has caught the golden snitch, but ... the score is still with the Irish team on the lead -"

He double-checked, then he immediately got overwhelmed with a huge wave of ecstasy: "Irish Team win! Thirty years after! Gosh, I don't think anyone saw this coming!"

"No one saw it coming," Felix muttered, "the game was over in less than an hour, who would have thought! Eric, Clammy, Remus ... we should go and prepare for the light show, maybe tomorrow the audience will disperse."

"Mr. Hap, can I stay, just for a moment, I want to take the footage of them presenting the awards." Eric pleaded.

"Okay, then you can come back later." Felix said, " Clammy, Remus, what about you?"

Neither of them are really interested in the awards and followed Felix out, they passed the Malfoys when Draco greeted them modestly, "Hello, Professor Hap." He dressed in a slate black suit and his hair neatly groomed.

"Hello." Felix smiled and nodded at him, "I'm looking forward to seeing what you have to offer this year."

He glanced at Lucius next to him and walked past him, saying in a small, kind voice, "Think about what we discussed before ... I'm still waiting for your response, Lucius."

Lucius Malfoy looked uncomfortable and couldn't help but clench his cane, " Of course, I will give you an answer." Narcissa was surprised by her husband's attitude and looked at him suspiciously.

Lucius shook his head and did not explain much.

On the way out of the box, Felix and the others heard the Bulgarian Minister speaking calmly, "I would say that our boys fought bravely."

"So you know English!" Fudge said in exasperation, "But you've made me gesticulate here all day!"

"Hey, that's fun." The Bulgarian Minister shrugged his shoulders and said.

Fun ... Fudge gasped, his nose dilated, wanting to punch this guy, if it wasn't for him all that shit wouldn't have happened before ...

Calm down, Fudge also felt that Crouch's attitude was a bit off, was it because of the recent stress?

When Clammy passed by the front row, she coincidentally said to Felix, "Ha~ I heard this uncle's perfect pronunciation just before and thought I heard it wrong ..."

Fudge's expression suddenly became wonderful, and that Bulgarian Minister had a smile on his face.

Felix pulled her and quickly went downstairs, passing through the layers of the audience. The top-tier box that they had been in earlier is illuminated with magic, and Ludo Bagman has begun welcoming both Quidditch teams into the box.

There were deafening celebrations from the Irish supporters, while the fans supporting the Bulgarian team had a dejected look on their faces; they hadn't gotten over the blow.

Clammy said, "They are indeed pathetic, falling behind by a large margin ... expecting a turnaround to happen, then when the turnaround actually happened, they still can't reverse the outcome ..."

"Vera-" said Felix.

Three or two Bulgarian fans glared at her, and as an afterthought, she hunched her shoulders and ducked to Felix's other side.

Lupin smiled and walked behind.

When they reached the ground level, the stadium buzzed with a procession of champions flying around the field, accompanied by their mascots.

"Finally, there is no crowd." Lupin said, "We're totally in time."

Felix muttered, "I just worry about the losing fans making a mess, I hope the Ministry of Magic gives a damn."

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They followed the lantern-lit passage back to the camp, and they took out the various magic lamps from the big tent and stacked them into a small mountain.

"Except for those two 'big guys', the rest are here." Clammy said.

Lupin smiled and said, "Felix, your plan still shocks me a bit, I've been waiting for today." Clammy also looked at him expectantly.

Felix shrugged his shoulders and held his wand against his forehead, and a wisp of silver light appeared at the tip of his wand.

"Hiss~"

Felix gritted his teeth and couldn't help but mutter in a small voice: "The model is so exquisitely made that it's a bit of a chore to take it out. That feeling is like digging a scoop in your brain ..."

Clammy gave him a disgusted look, the professor's description was too bizarre.

Felix pulled a long strand of silvery memory from his brain, wrapped it into a ball, and grasped it in his hand. Then he stretched out his palm, the air interwoven with gold and silver threads, a hexagonal snowflake-like open-air gallery building slowly formed in his hands, in the center of the snowflake gallery building is an ever-swelling palm-sized vortex, Felix waved his wand with the other hand, as magic lamps have sprung into the vortex, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Under the eyes of the two, the six or seven-foot snowflake-shaped crystal clear building gently floated up and flew into midair, constantly expanding and enlarging until it occupied a small half of the camp, then Felix wand vertically pointed downward, the snowflake building dropped sharply, Clammy shrieked, and the next second, she found herself in a gorgeous gallery.

In the gallery, a magic lamp of different shapes appeared.

Then Felix applied floating magic on himself, and he floated up to a height of 30 or 40 feet, he looked like a huge kite in the dark, floating as his dress swaying in the wind.

He looked down from above, his wand pointed, and corners of the snowflake gallery extended outward, all the way connecting to the road back to the stadium.

Felix dropped from midair, "Well, almost, let's take some time to adjust-"

"Professor Hap, what kind of magic is that?!" Clammy asked from an aisle railing.

"Well, how about calling it the Thinking Room... of Requirements ...?"

"Thinking Room of Requirements." Clammy mulled over the name, it sounded odd, but as her palm passed through the gallery pillars in the long hallway, it made some sense to her.

...

The Weasleys, Harry, Sirius, and Hermione were swept along by a tidal wave of people crowding in and out, only when they left the stadium they relaxed, discussing the results of the game as they went along.

Above their heads, Leprechauns kept flying by, carrying a small golden or green light in their hands, crunching and laughing in midair.

" Irish seeker was awesome, no, each one of them was brilliant and worked together seamlessly. While Bulgaria only have one absolutely great player - Krum, and they have problems with their coordination - a BIG problem." Charlie commented.

"Their personality is not good either, look at the number of fouls they made." Ron said.

"Ron," Charlie said, "Reasonable fouls can disrupt the opponent's rhythm, especially when the opposite team is on top of their game."

Mr. Weasley disagreed with him, "Charlie, I think - the game should be clean, any elbows and small tricks shouldn't be allowed, and once they happen the referee should blow the whistle ..."

"Dad, you're also saying only about blowing the whistle, not sending the player off. In order to win the game, I remember there were also people casting vicious hexes, I experienced a lot of them when I was in school."

Mr. Weasley and Charlie argued, finally Charlie said helplessly, "I also want the game to be completely clean, but this kind of thing simply can not be eliminated."

Hermione yawned widely, and Mr. Weasley, noticing her state, said gently, "Back to the camp, we can have a cup of cocoa milk which will help us sleep ... trust me, it's going to be a noisy night."

Ginny is sleepy and can't keep her eyes open, so she tugged on Hermione's sleeve and walked forward, "Are they still planning to have a campfire?"

"Ha! It's not out of the question." Mr. Weasley said, "This tournament ended too early to be very enjoyable. Mind you, most people actually come prepared and ready to stick around for three-five days ... Wait and see, it won't die down for the night."

They noticed that the noise in front of them had disappeared, and it had been replaced by a gasp, "Look over there!" Hermione's eyes widened.

From the road leading to the camp, an open Ice-crystal-clear gallery had somehow popped out and expanded towards them, with various lights shining on them, illuminating the delicate patterns and designs.

"What is that?" Ginny is no longer sleepy anymore, she's tiptoeing to see it more clearly.

"I don't know ..." Mr. Weasley looked confused, "is it a program prepared by the Ministry?"

They walked closer and found that the gallery building is actually an illusion, a small mischievous child constantly passing to and fro on either side of the building, giggling and laughing, and another little boy hiding behind the gallery pillar in the corridor, thinking his family would not find him.

His parents looked at the little guy with a helpless face and could only cooperate by looking around for him, "Little Leo, where are you hiding?"

The boy covered his mouth and his eyes curled into a crescent moon.

"Obviously, it has something to do with Professor Hap." The Weasley twins pointed to the magic lamp hanging in the hallway, "It's a product only available at Future World, let me show you-"

He reached out and pulled it out, his fingertips passing through a palm-sized lion-shaped magic lamp. "Huh?" Is this also an illusion? But then, they realized it is some sort of mini-game, as a line of golden text appeared in the air, Anagram.

'Which letter is an animal?'

"Oh, that's so easy." Fred muttered, "It's the letter B, for a bee." As soon as the words left his mouth, the magic lamp in the shape of a lion made a clicking sound, as if the melon had ripened and fallen off the bright green vine, floating and landing in his hand.

The little lion opened its eyes, then nudged its nose with its paws and a pair of small wings poked out from its back, which fluttered as it flew up and circled around Fred, "Ow~" it yelped milkily and opened its mouth to spit out a white ball of light.

The ball of light projected down a castle's shadow, along with a small line of words, 'Future World - Headquartered in Diagon Alley, England', the shadow flickered for a few seconds and disappeared, leaving only a milky white ball of light, emitting a bright light.

"Wow," Fred said with admiration, "looks like those guys have added a new feature."

"Is that Mr. Hap's 'Future World' company?" Mr. Weasley asked with interest, he had heard the Weasley brothers chattering constantly about it at the dinner table these days and had learned a lot about the company.

"That's right." Fred said.

Mr. Weasley winked, "So, girls and boys, are you still sleepy now?"

"Oh, Dad, lets' at least get a little magic lamp for ourselves!" Ron shouted, his words drawing a chorus of agreement, and it looked obvious that the Anagram wasn't too hard, and everyone had hope.

Inside the 'Future World' tent, Felix held a small model of a gallery in his hand, a silver glint in his eyes, he seemed to hear their words, the corners of his mouth curled into a teasing smile.

The Weasleys searched for the riddle of the lamp, Ron even issued a bold statement: "I will guess ten!" But soon they realized the problem, only the first riddle was relatively simple, and on the second attempt, the difficulty increased abruptly.

Hermione holding a small pocket lion magic lamp, standing in front of an owl-sized dragon magic lamp, it is enthusiastically floating around spitting out 'light', with seven or eight people crowding around to watch it.

Harry came over, Hermione's anagram is a logical reasoning issue, more than ten names circled around his head, after reading carefully twice, he still failed to understand the meaning of the topic.

"Do you know the answer?" He asked the pondering Hermione.

"Oh, don't bother me, I'm almost there." Hermione said, her wand kept gesticulating, leaving strange symbols in midair, that should be Latin letters? Harry thought as he walked through the crowd, he came face to face with Mr. Barty Crouch.

"Hello, Potter."

"Hello, Mr. Crouch." Harry said stiffly, Crouch had just had fought with Sirius this afternoon.

There is an odd light in Barty Crouch's eyes as if he is surveying a treasure, "Come with me Harry, I need to talk to you."

"What?" Harry asked, startled.

"About Sirius Black, a lawsuit has been filed against him for attacking a wizard in Knockturn Alley while he was on the run." Crouch said coldly.

"But the Ministry of Magic has already testified about it! That Sirius is innocent!" Harry said in exasperation.

"That's if no one pursues it." Crouch said impatiently, reaching out his hand-

"Let go of Harry!"

A furious shout rang out as Sirius came from behind and pushed Barty Crouch away, drawing his wand as he pointed it at him, "What are you trying to do to Harry, Old man!"

Their confrontation drew the attention of a group of foreign fans, and Crouch nodded at the two men beside him, and they left without looking back.

"What's going on?" Sirius asked.

"Not sure, he said someone suing you and told me to go with him." Harry said.

"How can- how can that be!" Sirius said incredulously, "I'll go ask him about it!"

"Don't go," Harry pulled Sirius back, "Don't go, Sirius, he's a high ranking official in the Ministry of Magic-"

"I'm not afraid of him, let go, Harry!" Sirius said irritably.

"Sirius, I don't want to lose you too..." Harry said while biting his lips.

Sirius lost all his strength at once, his fingers trembled, "Okay, let's go back to the tent, you and I will talk it over, there's definitely something wrong with that Barty Crouch!"

Harry saw that he had persuaded Sirius, so he said with a look of agreement: "I think so too, I have a guess ..."

...

Fudge looked at the sudden appearance of the gallery building in front of him and couldn't help but ask the staff next to him, "Whose idea is this, why don't I know?"

A staff member of the Ministry of Magic said, "It's the 'Future World' company, they applied for a light show before, and we approved it, just, just ..." He looked at the huge building, said hesitantly, "We didn't expect such a big show."

"Felix Hap's company?" Fudge asked. He did not mention the issue of secrecy, this afternoon 100,000 people made a lot more noise than right now, and it is still late-night, the middle of nowhere, nothing risky.

The only Muggle family living nearby should be asleep, and even if they weren't, the Ministry of Magic staff would let them sleep.

He was more concerned about whose company this is.

The staff member nodded.

"So when did he start to make this, it wasn't there when we watched the game." He stretched out his stubby fingers and made a big circle in the air, encompassing the building in his line of sight.

The staff said, "I asked the colleague who stayed behind, he said--" he suddenly became stammering: "He said it appeared out of nowhere when he was on duty, the building fell from the sky in one ..."

Fudge did not say anything, looked for a while, then he waved his hand, "You guys leave me alone, I'll walk by myself." He walked straight an ahead and soon found fans guessing various riddles, then some hidden corners would suddenly burst open, often a bag of candies with the name of the future world company, or various small souvenirs with their brand will pop out and among them, the most attention-grabbing thing is something called "animation".

It can be seen, as long as the number of children gathered together to a certain level, the gallery will project a screen, like a series of comic panels connected, and its appeal to children is more than a comic book, the plot is consistent and entertaining, even he could not help but watch for six or seven minutes until the end of the animation.

At the end of the animation was a string of small words, "This product is under development and will be available within three to five years, so stay tuned." This was followed by the company name and address.

Fudge walked forward with mixed feelings and finally reached the end of the corridor - there is a hexagonal open space, and he realized that the place he came from was only one of the corners that extended out, and there were five other similar corridors.

Crowds of people coming and going from different long corridors gathered together, talking and laughing while holding various small magic lamps in their hands.

"Brother Juria, can we see Mr. Hap?" asked a lively voice, a young witch with long bright blonde hair.

The young wizard called 'Brother Juria' smiled and said, "I'm not sure about that, but I'm sure we'll see him at Hogwarts this year. Bethany, where is your brother?"

The young witch sighed, "Byers stuck with the anagram, he insisted on getting the second magic lamp, and didn't think about how it would be so easy to get the second one when there are 100,000 people here, and they can't even manage to get one in their hands."

Juria smiled and said, "I do expect him to succeed, so I can exchange my magic lamp with his thunderbird one with him."

Bethany pointed to the open space, and a huge dragon appeared out of nowhere. It looked like a black Hungarian Horntail, with a hideous appearance, seventy feet tall, and a commotion broke out among the crowd.

A young witch stood directly above the dragon. Clammy waved her wand excitedly, making the Hungarian Horntail move, and it glowed all over, which is why people did not flee immediately, recognizing it as a fake, supposedly a giant magic lamp.

The dragon flapped its wings and flew up from the ground, soaring low in the sky. People in different locations of the camp looked up in unison, and the dragon looked like a large light bulb, blooming with a milky white light.

"Welcome to the magic lamp exhibition hosted by Future World." Clammy Vera announced.

The Hungarian Horntail spewed a fan-shaped cloud of light up into the sky, like a brilliant fireworks display, and the crowd applauded.

"That's an adult dragon?" Outside the tent, Harry asked with his jaw dropped; it wasn't that he hadn't seen a dragon before; he'd seen the Norbert that Hagrid had raised in the first year and brought it to the Astronomy Tower with Ron and Hermione for Charlie and his friend to take it away with them.

"Yeah," Sirius said, "When you meet one, you must hide from it."

"How dangerous are they? I know Charlie raises dragons in Romania." Harry asked.

"Dangerous?" Sirius seriously warned him again: "They can stomp you to death with a foot without being affected by your spell, or spit fire to burn you to death and only ash will remain. Remember that their flames are magical flames. Do not try to challenge them without sufficient knowledge and professional training."

"Does the spells are not effective against them?" Harry opened his mouth wide.

"How can I put it? If your spell shot on the scales, most likely it's useless, even if it's the surface of the hide, you have to look at the right spot and continuously cast your spell towards that one spot, but of course, you can also deceive it ... for example, attack the weak point. Most will aim its eyes with some kind of sense removing spells, but you will need enough luck."

Next, they saw the show of the dragon. Soon a second dragon emerged out, a slightly smaller one, a Peruvian Vipertooth with brass-coloured scales and a bulging black spine.

The two dragons fought, biting each other, circling, and hovering in the air. Then a variety of magical creatures appeared, the phoenix, chimaera, unicorn, flower fairy, erumpent horn, hippogriff, occamy one by one appeared, but people didn't realize that these creatures that appeared later were actually constructed illusions.

Future world tent.

Felix holed up inside, constantly manipulating the unique show, Lupin sat on the side, as he asked with some curiosity: "Why you did not show up at the scene, instead you made Vera present the products?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "I signed a non-disclosure agreement, I can't reveal the items of the competition, it's not good to let people associate the dragon with me, and I also have to control the scene."

He snapped his fingers, then in the "magic sandbox" in his mind, five or six Mooncalves appeared quietly.

Lupin choked by his reply, "The magic lamps in the shape of dragons have been sold a lot, you pretend that you have nothing to do with them?"

Felix explained in a serious manner, "I just agreed with a magic lamp shape that you designed."

The show went on for two hours, longer than the finals of the Quidditch World Cup, and finally, Felix got a little tired and informed Vera as she declared the show was over, and the roaming magical creatures and the snowflake-shaped gallery that took up a small part of the camp disappeared a bit by bit like a breaking snowflake.

Clammy and Eric returned with a run, unable to hide their excitement.

"Professor, Eric's flyers were sent out, and we prepared five thousand pieces of magic lamps for sale, it was completely insufficient, and many people could only book it in advance."

"Well, it looks like the company is not short of orders." Felix said, "Remember to include a pamphlet of the company's products when you ship them, and some products that are still under development can be put on them, it's also a kind of publicity."

Clammy said with a sigh, "I can imagine how busy it will be then."

"You've decided to stay, Vera?"

"Of course." Clammy smiled and said, "I'm kind of looking forward to what the company will look like in five or ten years."

...

As the light show ended, the camp quieted down, with a few scattered groups of celebrants singing gruffly and occasionally getting into a little scuffle with people, but it was really nothing for a camp of 100,000 people. The staff of the Ministry of Magic were able to solve it quickly.

At three or four o'clock, a riot broke out.

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Felix rolled over and sat up abruptly, the Protective enchantments he had left outside the tent triggered.

After applying various defensive spells on himself, he pushed back the curtain as he walked forth, and in the darkness, he saw a mother stumbling over to him with her child in her arms, her hair in a messy state, and she was wearing a soiled nightgown with a three - four-year-old child in her arms.

"What's happened?" Felix asked her in a hushed tone as distant shrieks and explosions sounded in the background.

"There's a riot ... those fans ... No! They're thugs! Setting fire everywhere ..." The woman in front of him said, her face paled ashen with a look of horror that still lingered.

Lupin emerged from the tent, raising his wand alertly. "What's going on?" He froze for a moment when he saw the woman.

"It should be some fans causing trouble," Felix said, "Remus, take care of them. And wake up Clammy and Eric, in the meantime, I'll go and take a look."

Lupin looked at the woman and her child and nodded in silence as he looked into the distance, the camp ablaze with red fires as distant cries of weeping and panicked screams can be heard.

Felix held up his wand as he rushed toward the burning spot.

On the way he can see some dark shadows, stumbling as they walked hurriedly, with their families, followed by one or two crying children, towards the direction of the woods to take refuge.

Most of these people had been caught off guard, wearing only a pair of pyjamas, and some had got separated from their families, calling out their names as they walked along.

Not everyone is panicking, some people are still calm as they're trying to assure everyone and maintaining orders. An extremely tall woman shouted in a loud voice, drowning out the surrounding noise: "Quiet! Beauxbatons students! Raise your wands and light the way for the others."

"Yes, Madam Maxime." A group of pretty boys and girls replied in unison, and they lit their wands, and the panicked crowd around them followed the bright light they emitted and approached them spontaneously, clustering around them.

"Follow me! Towards the path!" The woman known as Madam 'Maxime' took the lead, walking ahead, occasionally turning back to reassure the crowd in a calm voice: "Don't panic, stay close, one-by-one!"

This woman's stature may not be comparable to Hagrid's, but visually she looks taller because her physique is very slender and slim, unlike Hagrid's bloated body. Felix suspected that she had giant blood, but she had undoubtedly inherited the best of both worlds, with a delicate feature and a graceful demeanour.

And he could see that she is highly respected among this group of young wizards, supposedly a professor?

In his haste, Felix didn't have time to think about it. They brushed past each other, and Felix went directly the opposite direction of the group - towards the fire. Halfway through the path, he saw some Ministry of Magic staff on the ground, knocked unconscious, each of them hit by at least four or five Stupefy, and some messy hexes, looking very miserable.

Felix dragged them over and piled them up together to spare them from being stepped on. He simply applied levitation magic on himself, and rose to midair under control, his eyes constantly roaming.

Meanwhile, the crowd of thugs continued to grow, initially only about three dozen hooded wizards, wearing masks wandered around the camp, one of whom captured the Muggle Roberts family at the edge of the camp and had fun by controlling them and spinning them around overhead.

Then more and more people joined in, fans who needed to vent because their team had lost a game; people who have been celebrating for half the night by drinking and drowning themselves into a daze; as well as people who just loved the thrill of it, they grew more and more vocal as the crowd of thugs grew to a size of thirty to five hundred people, as they set fires all over the camp, leaving a burning tent behind them.

By the light of the raging fire, they saw a figure up in midair, high in the sky, with his eyes slowly veering their way.

The Thugs squinted their eyes, the man seemed to be able to fly, his eyes were terribly bright, and even from hundreds of feet away, they could feel the wrath in the man's gaze, and it brought them pressure.

"Lord, Master-"

A hooded wizard shouted, his hands trembling involuntarily.

The dozens of hooded wizards who led the group on the riot erupted with frenzy, and two of them couldn't even hold their wands as they fell to their knees in Felix's direction, "My Lord! We've been looking forward to your return--"

"Don't be foolish! That's Felix Hap!" A hoarse voice said.

Felix moved. A sea of light converged between his palms, then swelled rapidly as he threw a huge ball of light toward the sky, temporarily replacing the faint grayish-green haze light on the horizon.

This glow is as bright as the winter sun, bright but not blinding, instantly filled every inch of space, every shadow, even the moon hanging high in the sky obscured, the entire camp became bright as day.

Felix brought all the chaos into his eyes -

To his right was the marching crowd, led by thirty or forty hooded and masked wizards, who seemed to be the leaders of the riot, huddled closely together in a dense formation, slowly advancing. Above the heads of these men were four struggling figures floating in the air, twisted into various grotesque shapes - all ordinary people in pyjamas, helpless, like puppets, manipulated by invisible strings.

Near them, hundreds of rioting fans, dressed in different costumes, were joining in because of a common hobby or a love for chaos. Those who joined the group midway through the riot were purely to vent their anger and stir up havoc; They wore ridiculous masks that they found somewhere, some just covered their faces with a piece of cloth, and some showed their faces in a very bold way, drunkenly waving their wands and letting off a trail of sparks.

Behind the group - on both sides of the road they travelled, left with burning tents, like a huge torch.

All around them were fleeing crowds, as the screams of women, the cries of children, and the panicked cries of men joined altogether creating a frenzy.

When Felix's magic illuminated the entire camp, they recognized the direction and no longer looked like headless flies, leading their families away from the thugs.

In all corners of the camp, countless people raised their heads and looked at Felix's figure in the midair with shock in their hearts.

A small path at the edge of the forest -

"Look at that man! He's floating in the sky!"

"Where is Madame Maxime? We can't find her--" a little girl with thick curly hair shouted at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the three of them separated from the adults as well as from Ginny and the twins, and just arrived at a path at the edge of the woods.

The area was densely packed with people, with everyone looking towards the camp in horror.

"Who is Madame Maxime?" Harry asked nervously, he had just knocked out a drunken bloke with a spell, then he, Ron, and Hermione had worked together to hide that buffoon in the shrubs.

"They're not from our school ..." a young witch, about Hermione's age, held the little curly-haired girl, as she looked at the trio with the help of bright light, and whispered "Hogwarts ", then joined the crowd of people, to look at Felix who is in midair.

"Who is he? Why can he fly?"

"Is it the head of the thugs, I saw some thugs kneeling down to him -"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Hermione shouted at the man in annoyance, she looked over worriedly and whispered, "It's Professor Hap, he should be trying to stop the riot, Bu-t it's too dangerous to clash with them directly ... that's hundreds of people."

Harry looked over, the professor's magic illuminated the camp, they could see clearly, as a dozen or so fancy spells from the thugs' direction flew toward the professor, but most of them were twisted and veered in the wrong direction.

Ron said reassuringly, "There are 400 or 500 feet between Professor Hap and them, so don't worry, it won't hit him."

...

Felix illuminated the camp with illumination, and some thugs immediately became restless - the darkness gave them the courage to do evil, but when the light came, they could only hide their filth to avoid being discovered.

A steady stream of people deserted the group and left quietly.

But there were still a considerable number of people who stayed where they were, and those people agitated, made noise, as they pointed their fingers toward Felix, and deliberately shot sparks and spells to make provocative gestures.

On the other side of the thugs, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Sirius seemed helpless, and Charlie asked, "Da-ad, what should we do?"

Mr. Weasley looked at the floating Roberts family, "We can't do anything lightly, it would be bad if we hurt them."

They were worried in their hearts, a few Aurors from the Ministry of Magic had tried to pretend to be thugs before and tried to get close to the Roberts family, only to be attacked by fire.

"They'll disperse soon enough," Mr. Weasley said with some irritation as his tone assured them as he also assured himself, "Rats in the gutter! These buggers are simply lawless! If only we could catch them all-"

Sirius gestured towards the midair, "There are people who think just like you."

Felix's face remained calm as he reached out his hand and pointed forward, a black bolt of lightning descended, and almost simultaneously, a hooded wizard's chest got penetrated.

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Those Thugs were stunned in place, thinking they got blinded, but the hooded wizard who embraced a hot, warm, and tingling lightning bolt into his chest looked incredulously at his blood-stained chest like he saw a world for the first time, then he staggered a few steps forward as he slowly glanced back at his companion, seeing everything in slow motion.

One of the few hooded wizards in the front leaned over to see, "Seriously wounded, not dead yet." He happened to dodge a second black lightning bolt that flew head-on, which struck the man behind him above his abdomen.

Immediately after that, Felix's every fingertip sparkled with a bolt of black lightning as it crackled and burst forth, as tiny arcs of lightning like a huge net covered them, these tiny black arcs were not as powerful as the initial two lightning bolts that struck through the sky, but they were more troublesome, one by one, the thugs dropped to the ground like an ear of wheat that had been raked by the lightning arcs.

The hooded wizards were the ones who reacted first, pulling their two injured companions behind them, holding up a magical shield and barrier, and countering along with the gaps while constantly backing up and hiding in the middle of the group.

But while safe, they were further away from Felix, so most of the spells became dim and disappeared before reaching midair.

"Counterattack! He's only one man-" shouted a confused red-faced male wizard, wand in one hand, flask in the other, bearded as he yelled drunkenly.

"He's too far away!" Someone shouted in a thunderous voice.

The drunken, red-faced male wizard shouted, "Follow me!" He and a dozen others who looked almost exactly like him charged at Felix, moving ever closer to him. Most of the thugs watched coldly, and sure enough, a black arc of black electricity fell at their feet, and the men, without even able to chant the most basic defensive spell, all fell to the ground like some puppets with broken strings, letting out a gurgling wail.

The next second, Felix disappeared from midair and suddenly appeared fifty feet from them, his expression cold, as if a layer of frost coated his face, his eyes seemed to have flames pulsing.

'Stupid buffoons.' His eyes did not linger on the wizards charging at him, all of them are fools that got swept up, his gaze fixed on the main force that charged the raid.

"Damn! Is he trying to beat a bunch of us all by himself!?" Someone shouted indignantly.

Without waiting for their reaction, the gleam of a powerful spell exploded from the tip of the black wand that Felix is holding, and the red light reflected on everyone's face.

Felix's target is clear. The hooded wizards hiding in the middle of the group, who are most likely the organizers of the riot, and, with uniform attire and cooperation, should know each other or even worked together in a battle.

One by one, the names of famous and non-famous groups of witches slipped through his mind, but the most likely one would be -

'DEATH EATERS.' Felix thought to himself.

The thugs were totally uncoordinated, unable to work with each other, chaotically casting spells, some interfering with each other, causing spellcasting to fail, which allowed Felix's spell to flow unimpeded, and the powerful Disarming Charm knocked them off bunch by bunch.

But the counterattack soon came.

Felix propped up a golden cover, which seemed unbreakable, as various spells pinged on it, individual spells had minimal effect on it, but he faced too many people, the spells connected into a dense beam of light, after a dozen seconds, the golden shield finally could not hold out and crumble into a golden point of light, and before that, he had shifted his position in advance.

Every now and then Felix used Apparition to suddenly disappear, dodging a set of spells and then appearing a dozen feet away, each appearance accompanied by several spells that brought out paths of arcs from various hidden corners, knocking several people unconscious.

The spell constantly pursued his figure, but it could not even touch his coat, and when he felt the pressure, Felix quickly shifted to the other side of the line, reaping half a dozen battle results each time.

At this point the scene looked like chaos, no one cared about the Roberts family floating in midair, when the effect of the Levitation Charm wore off, they screamed and fell from the air, Felix suddenly appeared, extended his wand, fixed them, moved them diagonally to the side, ready to hand them over to the Ministry of Magic staff who was not far away.

The only three remaining staff members that had managed to avoid the thugs stayed behind the group, trying to get the Roberts family out, but they shared the same concerns as Mr. Weasley, too wary to use their magic for fear of causing an accidental injury.

"Good opportunity--" someone in the crowd of thugs shouted.

They raised their wands in unison and shot out spells of various colours in Felix's direction, a dense glow of magic reflecting the surrounding area in red and glowing light, but the spells stopped when they were three feet closer to Felix, lining up like a wall of spells.

These spells are not stopping, but moving forward in slow motion, Felix lightly moved to the side to avoid it, after two or three seconds, spells "whoosh whoosh" flying out, and smashed a small crater on the ground as it burnt, or rotten, with grass debris flying.

And in those few seconds, the Roberts family was safely in the hands of the Ministry of Magic staff, "Thank you! Mr. Hap!" A Ministry of Magic staff member shouted, using a spell.

His thanks were nothing less than a taunt to those hot-headed thugs as hexes flew out of the crowd toward the Roberts family, but a group of people suddenly appeared, it was Mr. Weasley, who held up a shield charm, Charlie and Bill who guarding the sides, and Sirius who stepped forward to flick off those poisonous spells.

"Well done, Arthur." The Ministry of Magic man said happily.

Felix jerked back, his ebony wand stabbed out like a sharp sword, a golden flame exploded in the crowd, the first wizard who had secretly attacked them burnt up, and a burnt smell emanated from his body as he broke apart into ashes.

At this point, there are already many people who can see the situation is not good, hastily using the Apparition to escape, including those hooded wizards.

Felix could hardly be bothered about it as he cast a net of black electric arcs, trying to form a closed grid, once it is formed, it won't be easy for these people to use Apparition again.

In the panic, a hooded wizard said in a hoarse voice: "I promise you--"

Felix slightly paused his hand a bit, that hooded wizard took advantage of the gap to use Apparition, and also took away the two companions whose chests were penetrated by black lightning, the next second, the large net formed by black electric arcs completely closed, establishing a sealed cage.

"What's so special about those two?" Felix carefully recalled that they were standing in the front position, although not considered the leader, but should be close to the top position.

If they were Death Eaters, it means that those two people were not of low status.

Felix stood outside the cage, calmly flicking out some Stupefy as if catching a fish in a net. Two hooded wizards who could not escape were forced to use Apparition, resulting in a miserable scream, leaving an arm and a large chunk of a leg behind as they also fell a few feet short from the cage.

At this point, Felix has to hold back a bit, most of these people are tourists from various countries, even if they caused a riot, he can not kill people openly, otherwise, he will also face some trouble.

His initial two hard shots were aimed at the hooded wizard and the latter one aimed at an arsehole, and he didn't know if anyone else has died.

Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Bill, Sirius, and three other Ministry of Magic staff also came over to help, they chanted spells along with the gaps in the grid, and the people inside fell down in unison like Dominoes.

After a long time, Felix dispersed the magic, revealing hundreds of thugs inside, which also included a dozen hooded wizards. He unmasked and saw faces that were not unfamiliar. Also, some broken limbs were left behind because of the splinching with bloodied bodies, which made the scene look extremely frightening.

Sirius looked at the hooded wizards and snorted disdainfully.

The commotion completely calmed down.

Silence, the surrounding area filled with an extreme silence, as if the pause button was pressed, even the cries of small children were stifled by their parents.

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Felix waved at a few Ministry of Magic staff members nearby, and one of them ran over excitedly, "Hello, Mr. Hap! It's unbelievable that you stopped the riot head-on ..." He didn't look very old, and the pimples on his face were shining from intense emotions.

Felix said calmly: "These ... should be under your control, right?"

"Don't worry! Leave it to us." The male wizard patted his chest, then he took out a whistle from his pocket and blew it " beep beep ", but after blowing it for a while, no one showed up, and he said dejectedly, "My colleagues should all be knocked out ... "

Felix pointed in the direction he came from, "I found some people and put them in that direction."

"Muir! Keane! Follow me!" The male wizard shouted, and before he left he couldn't refrain himself from saying, "It's been an honour working alongside you, Mr. Hap."

"Let's go help them put out the fire." Mr. Weasley said, as he beckoned Bill and Charlie away, Sirius thought for a moment and greeted Felix as he left: "I'll go look for Harry and the rest."

Felix nodded at him, then he walked around the camp vicinity, rescuing some injured, in the meantime using the Patronus he notified Lupin, Clammy, and the other guys, and the group rushed over, taking that mother and son along with them.

"Thank you, thank you--" the young mother said thank you over and over again.

When they returned to the battle site again, hundreds of wizards from the Ministry of Magic were already gathered there, and they were methodically dividing the thugs and taking them away.

Fudge kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, with a mixture of fear and disgust on his face, "Take them all away! Ask their nationality and identity, inform their Ministry of Magic! And for those, from here ..."

He looked hesitantly at the hooded wizards who had collapsed on the ground, having difficulty in making a decision, he had just looked at the faces of these people, and the very familiar faces made his stomach churn.

"Report to the Minister, these hooded ones are the ones who led this riot and dragged the Roberts family out of the house, Robert's family are still suffering from the great shock and being treated with memory therapy ..."

Fudge's lips trembled, his heart hesitated greatly, most of these hooded people are from certain pure-blooded families, if all of them got sentenced as a mastermind, they would be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least three or five months, then he won't be able to get the support of these people in the future.

"Ka-chow!" "Click!"

A camera shutter sounded, and a cluster of purple smoke fluttered in midair.

Rita Skeeter excitedly commanded her assistants, "Here, here, and over there ... I see something, loser fans led a riot at the Quidditch World Cup Stadium, bullying muggles for fun ... "Her mouth watered as she laughed.

"Did you get that picture of Mr. Hap standing in the crowd?" She asked with interest.

"Only the back." Her photographer said.

"That's fine, we can do a series-"

Fudge's fingers trembled, "When did they come? Drive them away! No, wait -" he rolled his eyes and whispered into his advisor's ear, "Collect the photos from them, don't destroy them, secretly keep them."

Rufus Scrimgeour Advisor to the Minister for Magic nodded and walked towards Rita Skeeter, "Ma'am, the matter is still under investigation and the photos you took will be used as important evidence ..."

Rita Skeeter argued loudly, but Rufus Scrimgeour said something quietly to her, "... Pureblood Faction, you don't want to piss them off, do you?"

Rita Skeeter blinked and thought for a moment, "Well, you guys owe me one." She turned her back to Rufus Scrimgeour and waved at the photographer, secretly leaving a stack of negatives and replacing that roll with a brand new one, she turned around and shook that negatives in her hand towards Rufus Scrimgeour, who was just about to reach for them, when they turned to dust.

"Skeeter, you--" Rufus Scrimgeour became furious.

Rita Skeeter said slyly, "I have to let them claim my favour, don't you think so, Mr. Scrimgeour?"

At the edge of the woods, the trio rejoined with Ginny and the Weasley twins, and they hurried over as they pushed their way into the crowd of onlookers, searching for Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Sirius, who had gone off earlier to help with maintaining order.

The Ministry of Magic, however, formed a column to separate the scene within, so the public could not see clearly, and could only stand on tiptoe to try to see something.

Hermione asked in a whisper, " Did you see Professor Hap?"

"He should have left," Harry said, "I watched him leave, couldn't tell if he was injured."

"That's cool!" Ron said admiringly, "He beat a bunch of them all by himself, those wizards faced him like headless flies or Billywig without their stings, no threat at all."

Hermione said seriously: "That's because the professor used more than one ancient magic, did you notice that golden shield, blocking hundreds of spells, even then he kept using the Apparition to dodge some, it was too dangerous ..."

Harry said: "Not dodging, but looking for opportunities, that is a tactic that I tried to replicate when I played dueling games with Sirius in the summer, but alas -"

Hermione said disapprovingly: "That's dangerous, Harry, the Apparition is difficult to cast continuously, not to mention the need to cast spells quickly."

"I know, but once you master..." Harry did not continue, but looked meaningfully at the scene, through the gaps where the staff of the Ministry of Magic standing, you can see hundreds of crooked wizards on the ground.

Everything can be said without a word.

Meanwhile, the team of Accidental Magic Reversal Squad arrived, and based on the various "mutilated limbs" left at the scene, they found those who had failed to shift as they had been nailed in the ground.

Ron looked around, trying to see what is there: "Arms, legs, what is that ... Bloody!" He suddenly got slapped on the head from behind, it was Mr. Weasley who rushed over, behind him were Bill and Charlie, while Sirius stood on the other side looking at Harry with a smile.

"Don't look around, or you'll have nightmares." Mr. Weasley said they were covered in dirt and fire scorch marks.

"I'm just curious, do you think maybe they'd have left--" Ron said, stopping as if he was attracted to something, he looked at Charlie, with his mouth agape as he reached out and pointed at Charlie: "The eyes, the eyes -- still Moving!"

"What?" Charlie looked at him inexplicably, Weasley glanced at Charlie, rushed to pull him aside.

On top of Charlie's head is a brown eye, which is spinning in horror. Harry's heart thumped as a circle of empty space opened up before him. Mr. Weasley shouted: "Arnold! There's another one over here! Apparition Splinch!"

A sturdy male wizard ran over, took one look, and grinned, "Still got some veins ... if you ignore him ..." he gestured towards his eyes with a 'gushing' gesture.

Mr. Weasley frowned, "There are children here."

"Oh, sorry - come here two!" The wizard named Arnold shouted as he turned around, and soon two men came over, and they gathered around the eyeball, pointing at it with their wands, "I'll take a trip." Arnold said, and as the crowd looked with horror, he grabbed the eyeball and squeezed it around as if he wanted to crush it.

"Bang!"

He disappeared with the eyeball.

"Just wait, he'll be back in a minute." The wizard next to him said carelessly, yawning heavily, "It's another day with overtime."

Ron swallowed hard, he felt a little sick in his stomach, as if he had swallowed something slippery and greasy, and couldn't help but dry heave, Harry and Hermione's expressions were not that pleasant either.

The twins felt a sense of relief, Ron previously showed off in front of them his unskilled apparition, they also intended to learn it in advance.

On the other side, a significant figure appeared.

Barty Crouch said with a cold face, "Excuse me, make way." He crossed the crowd and squeezed into the circle formed by the staff of the Ministry of Magic with his stone face.

"Crouch?" Fudge became furious at the sight of him, he originally intended to ask him properly about his strange behaviour, but with such a big accident, he had long since thrown those thoughts out of his mind.

"I put you in charge of security for the Quidditch World Cup, where have you been!"

"To track down those masked men." Crouch said stiffly.

Harry stared at the back of Barty Crouch's head from behind, trying to see if he could see an ugly face that belonged to Voldemort, in addition to making sure if the scar on his forehead still stung.

Sirius also looked at him with a probing gaze, and after the godfather and godson looked at each other for half a second, Harry shook his head at Sirius, this time the scar didn't react much.

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The sky grew a little brighter, it turned deep blue, and a pale shade of red light appeared from the horizon.

Felix stood in the crowd, somewhat understanding why Fudge was so wary of Barty Crouch, unsmiling, with an old-fashioned style and rigidity, and while Fudge was still struggling with what to do with the hooded people, Crouch was already issuing orders methodically.

"Take these thugs away," he said sternly, "and they will be interrogated until someone reveals who is responsible for this terrorist activity."

Fudge wiped his sweat, "Crouch ... Barty, you're making it way too serious ... they're just drunk and throwing a fit, with no serious consequences... ... I wouldn't agree with classifying it as terrorism ... if it weren't for the muggles involved, it only requires a fine."

"Oh, yeah? I'll judge it based on the results of the interrogation," Crouch said, his eyes fixed dead on the hooded men with their masks removed, "Some of them look familiar to me, pretty familiar ..."

Fudge cleared his throat, "Well, this is something we can talk about back at the Ministry - Scrimgeour!" He turned his head and looked around as Rufus Scrimgeour approached them with a brisk stride.

"I'll leave some men to you, you stay and handle the follow-up ... er, Pacification, I need to go back to the Ministry to solve the more difficult issues."

The staff of the Ministry of Magic hurriedly took out a batch of Portkey as they left with the people lying on the ground.

Rufus Scrimgeour arranged for the remaining people to put out the fire and pacify the crowd. A number of their family members might have wandered off, and the Ministry of Magic staff imbued themselves with a Sonorus, shouting through the crowd until their voices became hoarse.

There were also claims, complaints, grievances, and a chaotic mess of demands. Rufus Scrimgeour, with his good work quality, accepted it all as it was, and then calmly told them to go back and compile a list of the damage, as for whether the Ministry would compensate them or not, is not necessarily certain.

"Absolutely not possible! I'm sure that they won't compensate, we can only admit our bad luck." Sirius said with great confidence, Harry wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, so he just grinned cooperatively.

"All right, boys." Mr. Weasley said, "You guys go back to your tents and get some sleep, there are not many hours before dawn, and we've to wait in queue for the Portkey during the day."

Barty Crouch stayed behind, then he approached Felix.

"There's something I want to talk to you about, Mr. Hap." Crouch said with a stern face, "Let's find a place to talk about it, what do you think?"

"Sure," Felix smiled slightly, "Why not go to my tent, which is still intact."

They returned to Future World's tent, which is very spacious, with empty boxes stacked up in the corner along with two big dragon-shaped magic lamps, Crouch glanced at Clammy and Lupin and didn't say anything.

The two sat down, and Felix beckoned a jug of Lemonade.

"Thanks." Crouch said politely with a stern face, he couldn't wait to get to the point, "Mr. Hap, I want to thank you for stopping the riot in time without further serious consequences."

"More serious consequences?"

"Yeah, more serious consequences," Crouch repeated, looking sharply at Felix, "You didn't experience it, but I know what they are all about, and to be honest, according to the normal process, that Muggle family would not have survived."

"Normal process ..." Felix raised his eyebrows, "It can't be what I think it is, right?"

"Death Eaters." Crouch said indifferently, "They will torture muggles for fun, back when I was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I dealt with a considerable number of cases that hurt my heart. So I ordered the Aurors under my command to return the favour."

Felix fiddled with his goblet and mulled it over in his mind, and just then the curtain of the tent lifted, " Barty, I heard you are here ... ha, and so you are."

Ludo Bagman said under his breath, his face sweaty.

He pulled a chair over and sat between the two men, poured himself a glass of lemonade, drank it down, and let out a long breath, "What a day full of ups and downs, those fans-"

"It's thugs, Ludo." Crouch interrupted to correct him.

"Uh, well, thugs ...," Bagman asked, "What were you guys talking about?"

The words were just a lead-in though, as he immediately opened up the conversation and looked at Felix with a big smile on his face, "I'm so sorry I missed the good show, I was settling a bet with Roddy when you made your big entrance - he placed a big bet that Bulgaria would score the first goal, and as you can see ... I long saw through that the Bulgarian team can't win. Now, the Bulgarian team lost, so the payout was very high!"

"And little Agatha placed a bet with half the shares of her eel farm, a bit crazy ... but just in time to help me pay off a debt I borrowed from the goblins ..."

"Nobody wants to hear about your business," Crouch said impatiently, "we're talking serious business, now for once if you can realize that you're one of the people in charge of the camp."

Ludo Bagman looked at him uneasily, "But isn't it already over? The troublemakers were taken back to the Ministry, and the camp has Rufus, who is doing a much better job than I am ..."

Felix smiled and said, "Mr. Bagman, we were just discussing the topic of Death Eaters."

"Death Eaters ... what? Death Eaters ..." Bagman's round face began to sweat, "I, I don't quite understand."

Felix and Crouch both then ignored him, Felix wanted to know why Crouch had approached him, so he carried the interrupted conversation, "Mr. Crouch, you just said that the Death Eaters torture muggles for fun, do you think they did the trouble today?"

"I-can't-think-anyone-else," Crouch said, word by word, "Only they need to hide their heads to hide their inner cowardice and vileness, maybe this attack was to remind us of their former glory. It's a great way to remind us that the Death Eaters are doing well, even after they've been out of control for years."

His toothbrush-like moustache quivered, and his eyes bulged out, looking hideous. Felix even suspected that if a Death Eater stood in front of him, he could sink his teeth into their throats with a hard bite.

Bagman thought of the scene of his own trial at the end of the war, Crouch now looked the same as back then, so he could not help but shudder. From this viewpoint, we can see that Fudge's arrangement is considered a failure. Bagman does not have the courage to oppose Crouch, he befriended Crouch over these years because of the seeds of fear planted when he was brought to trial back then.

" Barty, perhaps, possibly ... " he was frightened, as he muttered incoherently for a while without being able to complete the words.

Felix has similar speculation, at this moment nodded and said, "The Dark Mark was the only thing that was actually missing today."

Crouch showed a contemptuous expression, "They wouldn't dare to do that."

Before the conversation ended, Barty Crouch seemed to state his real purpose: "Wizengamot has considered accepting you as one of us shortly, so perhaps you can join this trial in time. We need to be tough on these dregs."

Felix looked at his leaving back, feeling strange, was Crouch looking for help in Wizengamot, as far as he knew, Barty Crouch didn't have a good time now, there was even a rumour that Fudge intended to kick him out of Wizengamot.

But in fact, Fudge did not have the ability to do so, because the Wizengamot Wizard Council is rather a loose organization, each member usually has their own work, and will only come together when there are important affairs.

The actual leader, Dumbledore, who is the Chief Warlock of Wizengamot, should be the one that has that authority.

...

Barty Crouch left shortly after, taking leave of absence on the grounds that he is not feeling well, and disappeared from the camp, but he did not go far, as he appeared in the woods near the camp.

A black-robed cloaked figure stood in the mist motionlessly.

Barty Crouch's expression also became rigid, as if he was frozen in place.

The cloaked man lifted his hood to reveal his young face: "Master."

Barty Crouch's voice suddenly became hoarse and biting, "I went to see Felix Hap ..."

"What!" The cloaked man - Barty Crouch Jr said in a deep voice: " Won't it be too risky, My Lord ... we underestimated him before, but today we were there, and you saw through it with my father's eyes ..."

Barty Crouch's eyes turned bloodshot for a moment, his pupils became snake-like, and he said lightly, "Before making a plan, it is necessary to confirm who the enemies are ... As it turns out, he could not spot me ... Even That kid Harry Potter is more sensitive than him!"

" But what if he recognizes your disguise--" Barty Crouch Jr said eagerly.

Barty Crouch Sr. or Voldemort, said slowly: "The biggest advantage of my current state ... is that I can not be killed, perhaps, you still have your old feelings for your father?"

"No, My Lord!" Barty Crouch Jr fell to his feet and said reverently, "I hate him with a passion and ashamed to bear his name. Lord, he imprisoned me for more than ten years and made me live like a dead man until you arrived and freed me."

This relates to a past event. More than a decade ago, with the end of the war, the guilty were imprisoned in Azkaban, and Barty Crouch Jr. was accused, along with Bellatrix and the rest for torturing the Longbottoms into insanity, which Crouch Jr. denied at the trial and pleaded his father, who served as a judge, to believe him. The evidence at the time was not considered adequate, as the witnesses didn't see Crouch Jr. Coupled with the fact that his father was the judge presiding over the trial, there was a good hope that he would get away with the crime.

But unfortunately, Barty Crouch was so impartial, he had long identified the flaws in his son's sneaky behaviour, and in combination with the vague human evidence, he ultimately affirmed Crouch Jr.'s guilt and sentenced him to life imprisonment.

After that, Barty Crouch made a big mistake, he could not refuse his wife's pleas before she died, at the end of her life, she used Polyjuice potion to change into her son, then he swapped her body and let his son out of prison, later he kept him under control at home with the Imperius Curse, made the house-elf Winky take care of him, intending to just let him muddle through his life.

Until Sirius escaped from Azkaban, with the determination to kill Peter Pettigrew with life for a life, Which scared Pettigrew, so he then disappeared for months to locate Voldemort and learned about the Barty Jr. from Bertha Jorkins, then they broke into Barty Crouch Sr.'s house to free him while he was away, and by the time Barty Crouch Sr. returned from work he was sneaked up by his own son and Peter Pettigrew as they used an Imperius Curse to control him.

...

Voldemort said with an emotionless voice: "What if I ask you to kill your own father with your own hands?"

"I will be very happy to carry out your orders!"

"No need to rush," Voldemort let out a chilling laugh, "Barty Crouch is still useful, but he nearly spoiled our plan by narrowly escaping my control in front of that fool Fudge, probably because of the fact it was too painful for him when I hid in his mind that inadvertently cut the effect of the Imperius Curse. "

Barty Crouch Jr. pondered, "Will we be caught by surprise?"

Voldemort sneered: "There is no evidence, and at best some probing, but the fight for supremacy can not be done without your father, things will develop in the direction we expected, the only pity is that I can not maintain this state for too long ... the loss of the Wormtail is not quite convenient."

"Lord, it's all my fault."

"Well," Voldemort said, "Proceed as planned, we will head back to your home first, I need to rest for a while, after that we will find that Mad-Eye Moody, he is not someone easy to deal with, we must set up a trap."

" Lord, it is not easy for you to have a form, I can do it by myself ... I can simply, let Winky..."

"Since when can house-elf also do things for Voldemort?" Voldemort said grimly: "If Barty Crouch is exposed, it does not matter, I have found a way to open a curtain up."

" My lord?"

"That Black family boy gave me an inspiration, don't you want to appear in front of the world openly? Just let him die to prove your innocence."

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Before dawn, a cold, grayish-white light pierced the forest fog a little, and the conversation, which no one knew about, drew closer to its end.

"My lord, the newspapers say that the Longbottoms are healed, and they will accuse me ..." whispered the figure sprawled on the ground.

"Time will erase all traces, have not my servants forgotten my majestic name, and how many purebloods once prostrated at my feet and kissed my robe?" Voldemort said lightly.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s body suddenly trembled, as if there is an invisible whip lashed on his body.

But Voldemort ignored him as he said lazily, "I'm going to share an insight with you, magic is power. Do you know why memory extraction and Truth Potion cannot be used as evidence in court? It's because they are unreliable, and these means can be deceived by highly skilled wizards. Let me ask you - were you caught red-handed?"

"No, no," whispered Barty Crouch Jr.

Voldemort sneered twice, "That's right. There are too many ways to refute their accusations, Polyjuice Potion, Obliviate, Confundus Charm ... The key is to have a witness of sufficient weight!"

"If Dumbledore comes forward and identifies you, that would be a problem, but an ordinary Auror couple? Don't forget, their own memories are glued together, how credible are they?"

Barty Crouch Jr.'s face turned rosy with excitement.

"Ideally, as originally planned, I succeed in resurrecting myself, recruiting my former forces from the shadows, and building up my strength... Anyway, after you finish off Moody, inherit Crouch Sr.'s fame and connections and enter the Ministry of Magic ... At that time," he said softly, "you will gain immense glory, and the position of Minister of Magic will be just the most insignificant reward."

"Your will is my mission, My Lord!"

...

The sun finally came out, and the mist in the forest completely dissipated without leaving any trace. The camp became lively.

Felix did not sleep for long, he had always felt that Barty Crouch came with an unknown intention, and thought for a long time, but had no clue. At dawn, he saw Clammy emerge from her compartment, carrying a cup of hot cocoa and a thin blanket in her other hand, half-squinting and yawning.

"What can't sleep?"

Clammy blinked, before seeing Felix sitting on the couch, "Professor, why don't you turn on the light?" She walked over to the table where she had eaten yesterday and tapped a magic lamp in the shape of a bronze eagle, which flapped its wings and flew into the midair to spit out balls of light, and the tent instantly brightened up.

She sat down across from Felix and covered herself with a blanket, unable to resist letting out another yawn, "I oh, I just can't sleep, I'm going to stay up a little longer and go back to sleep in the office. When are we leaving?"

"Anytime you want to leave," Felix said gently, "we don't need the Portkey, we can just use Apparition," he looked at the other two compartments in the tent that were simply dividing, "Let's wait for Remus and Eric. I guess."

Clammy hugged her thin blanket, sipping hot cocoa as she chatted away with a smile.

"When my leave is over, I have to make a trip back to the Gringotts to hand over my work ... Unfortunately, I made a lot of friends in Egypt." She intertwined her fingers and said something with amusement, "By the way," she asked with sudden interest, "Professor, did Bill ever call you by the nickname to your face back then - the wandering Sphinx? "

"... No."

"That's an interesting nickname, how come no one calls you that?" Clammy showed a sorry expression, "I did hear someone in the company call you the Snake King behind your back, I don't think that's very good, easy to remind people of the Basilisk ..."

"Yeah, well, it's not like I can care what other people say." Felix made himself a cup of tea and said very leisurely.

Without realizing it, Clammy's hot cocoa ran out, and she stared at Felix's tea. "Want some?" Felix asked her, Clammy said hesitantly, "I've heard that drinking it will keep you awake ..."

At that moment, a low female voice came from the entrance: "Is Mr. Felix Hap inside? I'm Olympe Maxime, from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."

Felix revealed a surprised expression, "Just a moment, ma'am." He stood up and poked his hand out while walking towards the door, "Whoosh!" A jacket flew out of his compartment and slipped into him, nimbly fastening the buttons.

Clammy also slipped back into her compartment with a blanket and empty cup.

Stepping out of the tent, he looked eyes to eyes with a tall woman. Unlike when he had hastily glimpsed her in the middle of the night, she had obviously been dressed up, wrapped head to toe in a blue cotton silk dress, her hair pulled back into a shiny black bun and an opal necklace around her neck.

"Madame Maxime?" Felix tentatively uttered the title he had heard by chance.

Madame Maxime blossomed into an elegant smile, and she held out her hand, and Felix flinched, but he still gently grasped it, as his lips touched the back of her hand.

"Mr. Hap," Madame Maxime said, "forgive me for taking the liberty by visiting you, but we are leaving during the day, and I really don't want to skip the meeting with the new school board member."

"Has Beauxbatons already got the message?"

"There is a list of school board members in the headmasters' office, and I saw your name appear on it when Mr. Nicolas Flamel died." Madame Maxime said with some sadness.

"So you are the headmistress of Beauxbatons."

They walked into the tent and Madame Maxime sat in where Clammy was, she took up the whole couch by herself and had to put her legs over on the side.

Felix took out empty teacups and placed them in front of them, then while directing the teapot to pour the tea, he said, "Actually, I have long wanted to visit Beauxbatons, it is just that I heard that some rules of the competition have not been finalized yet, and there are quite a few objections, so I did not set out to avoid suspicion."

Madame Maxime said, "Every Triwizard Tournament was big trouble, not to mention two more schools were added. The Ministry of Magic is not too happy ..."

Felix knew that she should be talking about the French Ministry of Magic.

"At least the general direction should be determined, is there any problem in deciding?"

Madame Maxime sipped her tea as she said carelessly, "The general direction is determined, but the details can't be sloppy, because if we agree this time, it will probably be an example for the next time."

"Every school has its own ideas, and so does every Ministry of Magic. We have to confirm all kinds of rules before lighting the Goblet of Fire."

"Is it the American and African sides that have made unacceptable conditions?" Felix asked.

He really hadn't paid much attention to the progress of the Triwizard Tournament which is now called as Tournament of Champions, but he had heard Charlie Weasley's captain mention a word about it during his visit to the Dragon Reserve, and it was said that Fudge had made many compromises in order to spread the tournament's impact out of Europe.

"The tournament location has to be determined first, which is still in Europe, and in order, this time it's Hogwarts' turn," Madame Maxime said, "Ilvermorny and Uagadou will have to wait in line at the back."

Felix nodded, he knew that the Triwizard Tournament had been hosted on a rotating basis until it was suspended.

"As for the specific items of the tournament, it is decided by the Ministry of Magic where this tournament is held, which is the British Ministry of Magic this year, and they're keeping the whole thing a secret from us." Speaking of which, she paused and let out a nasal hum, "Dumbledore must know, nevertheless I trust his character ..."

"What a few of us headmasters can be involved in deciding are those finer details, such as the number of participants, the age of the contestants, the forbidden magic, and other details, It where the controversy lies."

"Like what?"

"Ilvermorny demanded an additional number of participants, the argument being that they had four houses and each house had to select at least one champion."

Felix laughed heartily, "Isn't the selection of champion something that the Goblet of Fire does, and they want to do that?"

Madame Maxime nodded and said, "They did have the idea, but Beauxbatons, Hogwarts, and Durmstrang strongly disagreed before they gave up."

"And Uagadou's Self-Transfiguration," she pursed her lips and said with some alarm, "I also learned that they have mastered the human transfiguration magic that is very similar to Animagus, and nearly a third of the senior Uagadou students can transform into leopards and elephants, not to mention Those elite students can do much more ..."

"Self-Transfiguration? I've heard of this magic, but it shouldn't disrupt the balance of the tournament, right?"

"That depends on how you look at it." Madame Maxime explained, "Some animals have advantages that people don't have, for example, if a certain level is about speed, then Uagadou's students have a natural advantage."

"But that doesn't mean anything, it only means that Uagadou's students show their own characteristics." Felix didn't see any problem with that.

"Then do you know the amount of time Uagadou's students spent on this magic?" Madame Maxime asked.

"Does it mean it was very long?" Felix guessed.

"At least three to five years of study." Madame Maxime said, "They enter school at the age of ten, and after a year of observation, they choose their own appropriate direction, usually with two or three subjects as their main focus and three or four as minors. By the time they reach their senior year, they will have focused all their energy on the main subjects."

"For example, a young wizard, from the second year onwards, is exposed to the full knowledge of Self-Transfiguration and proceeds to prepare and practice it, and then after several years of uninterrupted practice, until he or she learns it. Even those who have learned it can also choose a second form, a third form."

"Very unique indeed." Felix nodded his head, Uagadou's headmaster should've regarded this as the knowledge that students must master, that's why he did it. There are some similarities with the advice he mentioned to Dumbledore, nevertheless, to really analyse, the difference in each school is quite big.

"Where is the controversy?"

"If you look at it alone there is no problem, but if you compare Uagadou and Durmstrang to view it? Uagadou's students bring their magic that they have practiced for years to the competition without any restrictions, while Durmstrang's students have to endure not being able to use their best dark magic, and of course, Karkaroff disagrees, they have lost too many times in the past and don't want to lose again."

Felix understood, this is the key to the problem, the competition represents the honour, and the history of competition between the top five schools, it represents the historical honour, the champion is destined to be in the history books, passed down for years.

In front of the huge honour, a slight advantage is going to be counted, let alone a gap that big, no one wants to swim with shackles.

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Southern France, the Pyrenees.

Tucked away in a mountain gorge, surrounded by majestic magical gardens and unfrozen fountains, the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic has stood here for over seven hundred years.

'The British Ministry of Magic has failed to respond satisfactorily to the disturbances at the Quidditch World Cup site, and to this day has not produced a satisfactory answer, which makes us wonder whether they can shoulder the burden of hosting a vital and ancient event ...

The following is part of the opinion of the British Daily Prophet - The Ministry of Magic (note: this refers to Britain, not France) has lost enough vigilance by indulging in the illusion of peace, and with years of lax law and order as well as dark wizards on the loose, the Ministry of Magic (note: ditto) has long since become vulnerable, like a stumbling old man. The Ministry of Magic (Note: ditto) has become weak and fragile, like an old man, walking step by step to the grave, we urgently need fresh blood to join ...

...

It is easy to see that the British wizards have also lost confidence in their own Ministry of Magic, and perhaps, in this year's tournament, they will see the elegance from France.

It is worth mentioning that Felix Hap, the wizard who shone in this crisis, is at this time in the pride of France, the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, as he has befriended the headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime during the world cup, and accepted an invitation for a visit to the school. In addition, he is one of the board members of Beauxbatons, and it is reported that he will be involved in the selection of the champion candidates ...'

Felix closed the French Daily Journal and muttered, "It's all bollocks, school hasn't even started yet." He put the newspaper aside and concentrated on his breakfast - French croissant, orange juice, fruit platter, and small cookies.

As the newspaper said, he had accepted an invitation from Madame Maxime to visit the Beauxbatons School on the very day the Quidditch World Cup ended; it hadn't opened yet, but it isn't empty without a single student either, as some aspiring champions had applied to stay in school.

The French side of the news is relatively open, unlike the UK, where the news is kept so dead, so these students have a handful of gossip, either true or false.

There are rumours that the number of Champions at each school may change, not one but four. These students discussed it at the square table as if they had seen it with their own eyes, and one young girl seriously retorted that each school would send a squad of three to participate in the event.

But anyway, a lot of minds came alive, and if there had been only one candidate, most students would have given up, but as soon as there is a second chance, many feel that their hopes have instantly increased tenfold.

So every student Felix now saw at Beauxbatons is a champions' seedling of the competition, a true elite.

Word also has it that Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry headmaster suggested a five-school showdown before putting the candidates' names into the Goblet of Fire so that the others wouldn't have made the trip for nothing, a proposal strongly supported by Uagadou - their school has so many students, it's said that over a thousand have signed up within the school alone!

And there were more students at Uagadou than at all three European magic schools combined.

Among these three schools, Hogwarts has the least number of students, this is because it mainly recruits local qualified students in the UK, other places are not easily accepted, for example basically they won't take the initiative to issue invitations; while most of the students of Beauxbatons come from France, there are also a few young wizards seeking education from Spain, Portugal, Luxembourg, Belgium, and the Netherlands, and as for Durmstrang, which is located in Northern Europe, their range of students also spans more than just Germany and Bulgaria respectively.

But when it comes to the most famous school in Europe, the first one that comes to mind internationally is Hogwarts, especially since nearly half a century ago, Albus Dumbledore, who served as Hogwarts' headmaster, deterred two generations of Dark Lords by himself and defeated and imprisoned one of them, pushing this prestige to new heights.

...

Beauxbatons dining room table is very characteristic, it is the large square dining table, each side can accommodate five or six students seated, the table is decorated with exquisite gold and blue floral pattern, the center of the table resembles a candlestick vertical decoration draped with a cluster of flowers.

A short distance away from the square table, across from Felix, two Beauxbatons students kept quietly checking him out.

They whispered in French, "... so young to be a school board member ..."

"I heard he is the heir to Mr. Nicolas Flamel."

"Why is his hair black?"

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Nicolas Flamel's hair was brown when he was young, and I've seen his portrait ... The last name doesn't match either, could it be his distant descendant or relative?"

"Or a relative on Ms. Perenelle's side?" They chattered and discussed, talking louder and louder.

"Keep your voice down!" One of them said as they peered around for a moment, relieved to see Felix not reacting to the conversation between them, as he's studying the various fruit jams on the table, spreading them one by one on the bread to try the flavours, "Maybe he doesn't understand French."

The girls then got to the subject of the tournament -

"How's your magic practice going?"

"Sloppy, the professors found the most frequent spells that have appeared in previous contests for us to take as reference, and I've only mastered a third of them ..."

"That's not bad, Professor Sanchez said my reaction is always half a beat slower than others, I think there's not much hope of me being selected." The young girl said sadly.

At that moment, a girl approached Felix lightly and said in French, "Mr. Hap, Madame Maxime invites you to the professors' afternoon tea party."

"Thank you." Felix said in perfect French as he stood up and bowed slightly toward the two dumbfounded girls next to him, "Regarding your previous questions, the answer is: I am not related to Nicolas by blood, I just inherited his alchemy."

...

"Hello, my name is Fleur, Fleur Delacour." The girl leading the way said as she walked ahead as she spun back, she had long silver-blonde hair like a waterfall.

"Hello, Miss Delacour, I've heard your name quite a few times these days."

"I hope it's not a bad reputation, I don't get along with the girls, they complain that I steal their thunder!" Fleur tossed her long hair, the surface of her silver-blonde hair jumping with bright curves of brilliance.

"They think you're the first choice for the champion."

"Oh, that's a truth." Fleur said confidently, "I will definitely be a champion."

Beauxbatons resembled a Palace, and as the two walked through the exquisite suites, galleries, and side halls, Felix stopped for a moment at the Abraxans kept in the gardens.

They had beautiful silver manes and each one as large as an elephant.

"These are the Abraxans, with beautiful shapes, especially their manes, which I think are the most beautiful of the four types of Pegasus, and they are so strong that they will pull the school carriage across the straits and mountains when the time comes." Fleur said braggingly.

Felix nodded slightly, "Madame Maxime introduced them to me, and she said that the carriage had multiple enchantments applied to it, especially the concealment and floating enchantments."

Madame Maxime waited in a French aristocratic parlour, and when Felix appeared, she rose to welcome him, followed by a dozen French professors.

"Mr. Hap, sit over here - thank you, my dear." She said to Fleur, who left with a brisk step.

Madame Maxime made introductions to Felix: "This is Professor Sanchez, in charge of the spell training for the students during the summer. This is Lemaire, she is in charge of potions, and this is Boyle, he is very good at herbalism and alchemy ... Honestly, I don't know if alchemical items are allowed, but it's best to prepare in advance."

Felix nodded and smiled at them, "I've interacted with Professor Boyle, and his attainments in alchemy are marvellous."

Boyle - an old professor with a full head of white hair and a slim body - said tremblingly, "This statement should be passed on to Professor Hap as it is, I really can't understand how, although he is young, he knows all kinds of ancient magic artefacts by heart and has solved many of my problems. "

The professor named Sanchez couldn't wait to ask: "Professor Hap, what do you think of Beauxbatons's students, I heard that Hogwarts didn't prepare for summer training, are you guys that certain that you will win?"

"Confident indeed a little high, but-" Felix looked at the others, "This year is different, with new schools joining the competition, I guess the competition will be a lot more difficult."

"That's true," Sanchez nodded, scratching his big red beard, as the professor in charge of the students' summer training, he is responsible for a subject similar to Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts, so he has deliberately tried to gather information about them.

At this moment he said with confidence: "The difficulty will certainly be adjusted, after all, we must consider the performance of other schools, it is just not easy to say whether to raise or lower it, for the first time it is estimated that we have little experience. Unlike before, there are only three schools who all know each other well ..."

He tentatively asked, "If Ilvermorny and Uagadou became rampant, does Hogwarts have any countermeasures against them?"

The other professors froze, and then stared at Felix with unblinking eyes, Felix shook his head: "I don't know much about other schools, the only thing I can do is to improve the ability of our students, I am more optimistic about some people, they have great potential ..."

"That's true ..." Sanchez was a bit reluctant, "but it's our competition, we can't let an outsider take the championship, right?"

Other professors secretly nodded their heads, this statement is somewhat xenophobic, but the three schools, after all, belong to Europe, vaguely counted as an alliance, although there is competition between them internally, in fact, their relationship is quite good.

But if in the end If Ilvermorny or Uagadou won the championship, it would undoubtedly be a very humiliating thing for the wizards of the whole of Europe. All of them would also be scolded for being a failure by the public.

Felix scanned the room and said lightly: "From the beginning of Hogwarts, it has lasted for a thousand years, during which it has experienced countless challenges, but no one has been able to bring it down, hence the motto - never tickle a sleeping dragon - so I believe we will show our strength without losing our honour."

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The professor from Beauxbatons did not manage to inquire anything, so he looked a little disappointed. In fact, Felix also heard some hints about an alliance, and he who is both a Professor of Hogwarts and School Board Member of Beauxbatons should be the most suitable person to become a bridge between them.

But at the moment, even the competition event is not clear, so now you can't rush to draw help, so the total alliance topic can only be considered as overthinking.

And neither does he intend to get involved in it.

If he had to choose one side between the two schools, there is no doubt that it would be Hogwarts. Just like if you ask the same question to Nicolas Flamel, his answer certainly would be Beauxbatons.

For the next few days, Felix stayed in Beauxbatons' library, leafing through interesting material to fill his knowledge base.

His biggest gain there would not be a specific magic, but a new, fresh perspective on knowledge.

Felix first noticed the anomaly in the alumni gift section of the library: Both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons would buy new books to stock the library every year, and in addition to that, they would also accept gifts from alumni, in the form of rare ancient books as well as academic results from well-known alumni.

For an example, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Insights, Flitwick's Charms Research, Snape's Potions formula, if there is no designated successor, they will all end up in Hogwarts.

And Felix discovered that in terms of understanding of the same magic, there were slight deviations between the Beauxbatons' collection and what he perceived, not personal bias, but an overall variation.

This type of perception cannot be described in words, but nevertheless, it is present in a true sense. It is like two compasses, one shifted 0.01 degrees to the left and one to the right.

In the middle, separated by Beauxbatons and Hogwarts.

...

In the middle of the night, the sky looked like a black velvet cloth, with the full moon passing just a few days ago.

In a makeshift office, Felix spread out a piece of parchment and tried to record the sudden inspiration that came to him -

'It's like putting a thin veil over your eyes, and over time, you naturally lose sight of it; it doesn't affect your vision, but it's still there.

If you use colour to represent the difference, Hogwarts is transparent silver-white, and Beauxbatons is navy blue - it's not about which colour it is, but everything you see will be tainted with that colour.'

"Perhaps it's a difference in perception of magic brought by subtle differences between cultures which do not influence spellcasting, yet ..." he paused to ponder.

Felix couldn't help but reflect on whether he is being too sensitive, but he quickly found a way to verify it.

The next day, he borrowed a pile of huge, thick books from the Beauxbatons Library.

Then, he used the Occlumency to temporarily block his knowledge of the Shield Charm, including the Humanoid Shield Charm, the Protego horribilis as well as other types of derivations of that Charm, and even the knowledge related to that Charm was also sealed. Then he picked up a thick book, as he leafed through the introduction of the Shield Charm, and started to learn it from the beginning.

This process is really awkward, whenever the old magic knowledge appears, he will immediately shield that memory, then he will consider himself as a blank piece of parchment, a little wizard who knows nothing.

What he wanted to do was, in fact, was to temporarily put aside his past knowledge about magic, and his experience related to it. Then he would start again from the most basic foundation, and learn the shield charm all over again, by excluding the previous traces and perspectives as much as possible.

He didn't know if this would be of any use to him, but his intuition told him that it would be a good way to experience the magic.

He actually tried the simplest 'Lumos' spell as a starter, but unfortunately, it became so instinctive that he could still use it even after shielding his knowledge about that magic, as he couldn't able to block his instincts.

After weighing his options, he selected the Shield Charm. As one of the sixth-level magic that he mastered, it also had extremely strong potential, unlike some simple spells that had the same effect even after further practice.

It took less than an hour for him to re-master the spell, and a thin layer of magic barrier appeared in front of him.

Felix couldn't help but groan to himself, "I've never cast such a weak shield charm before, it can be broken with a snap of the fingers." But this is actually the same level as the first shield charm he successfully cast when he was yet to enrol in school.

Only that memory was a bit too distant.

"It's been a long time since I've had this exhilarating feeling, so I hope it will bring me a pleasant surprise. What follows will be the process of constant familiarization with magic. In addition to extensive practice, there is also the analysing of the Magic Spell." Felix became familiar with the process and looked at the pile of books in front of him, all of which related to the shield charm.

He opened one of the books, read the contents carefully, understood, and then adjusted his movements according to what it said, then paused in the middle of it to continue reading the book, after reading it, he continued to practice, and the cycle continued.

His understanding of the shield charm progressed at an alarming rate, and the power of the charm continued to strengthen, quickly reaching level two, three, until the level of four when he gradually perceived the difference.

The new version of the shield charm grew darker and darker, no longer colorless and transparent, but has a rusty, dark red, and iron-gray intertwined colour with seemingly burned edges and a brass metallic sheen at the highlighted joints.

"What's going on here?" Felix felt a little blinded for the first time.

That's right, he was practicing from Beauxbatons' collection, and everyone who can leave their insights in the library can't be that bad, at least not in a straightforward statement, giving wrong solutions.

He had a little guess in his mind, in fact, after each person learns magic, the characteristics of the external manifestation of the spell will be different, but these kinds of detailed problems ... actually no one cares about it, all chalked up as a normal phenomenon.

Even if the same person casts the same magic, it is impossible to be the same every time. In the opinion of most wizards, this is not a problem at all, and if you insist on breaking the crucible and asking questions to the end, others will think that you have taken the bull by the horns.

Spell casting distance, spell power, travelling speed, etc., all vary from person to person. These are common knowledge in the wizarding community, and no one will think twice about it.

Felix expected there would be some differences, he just didn't think that with the same starting point, the differences would be so big when he reached the end -

The shield charm he learned from Hogwarts, at the level of six, is a golden half-armour that is outlined in the air, of course, can also be a shield; but the shield charm he learned from Beauxbatons, at about level four, it looked like a rusty piece of worn iron armour.

"I seem to have found something remarkable." Felix's eyes became bright, and he decided to temporarily keep the original shield charm aside and practice Beauxbatons' version of the Shield Charm to the level of sixth-level charm in a short period of time to see what the result would be.

He also had a very interesting idea -

If the understanding of two versions of the level six shield charm were combined into one, would it take it to a whole new level? And is this, in turn, would help him peek at the level reached by the four founders of Hogwarts?

"Magical creatures... hmm... magical creatures is it?" He always remembered the words of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw.

Only now does he have a direction on how to do it, as he had no clue previously.

Now finally, there is an idea of combining the understanding of the two shield charms together, which might lead to a seventh-level magic spell.

Would that be the case, he is actually not sure, but it is worth a try.

The power of the seventh-level spell is still a minor thing, as Felix estimated that it would not be stronger than those ancient magics he had already mastered, or maybe he can use this opportunity to get a glimpse of the original nature of the shield charm?

That's right, the original nature.

He had always been curious about one thing, modern magic at the end of the line, will it still have heavy restrictions on the spell casting? Or, to put it another way, is the end of modern magic something that turns magic into a wizard's innate talent?

As he told the young wizards at the Magic Rune Club, "Maybe we're just getting back our spell-casting instincts."

It's like simple magic like Lumos and Levitation Charm, which Felix can now do just by thinking about it in his head.

The process does not require any incantation, it's just him simply 'thinking' about the cup coming over to him, thus the magic does it for him, similar to the young non-schooled wizard who does all sorts of unimaginable things with their powerful emotions when they're is in danger.

Only, Felix's magical instincts were stronger that he didn't need to amplify himself with emotions.

He had read a quote in a book, "The Accidental Magic of the little wizards may not be powerful, but each one is a spectacular banquet of magnificent compound magic. In the moment of blossoming magic, they are omnipotent gods."

...

Thinking left and right, Felix felt that the reason why the same spell was learned in two different forms was most likely because he had been in a state of blindness, touching a corner of the true nature of magic.

It was like two people climbing a mountain, starting from the same place, and then later choosing different paths, eventually meeting at the top of the mountain, when they looked up from the top, it turned out that there was more than one path to the top. Or maybe they met at the hillside and then collaborated with each other in order to walk the last stretch.

He recorded these speculations and put them in the thinking room. They were pure fantasy to the little wizard and could be equated with The Strange Adventures of Little Wizard Mick. But for those old wizards who delved into magic theory, it is an absolute gem.

The day before school started, Felix said goodbye to Madame Maxime, the students of Beauxbatons would not leave for Hogwarts until October, and he promised to take care of the group at that time.

He made a trip to Diagon Alley first, entrusted the company to Lupin, and returned to Hogwarts before Lupin drew his wand and hexed him.

He was in a surprisingly relaxed mood when he returned to his ancient runes' office after a long absence. Then he smiled as he pulled a silver pocket watch out of his pocket and let the Niffler Valen out of it, "This is your new home."

With an Order of Merlin around her neck and an hourglass in her hand, Niffler kept surveying her surroundings. It meant, "Can I hole up here and look for treasure?

Felix glanced at her, a quill on the table suddenly jumped up and morphed into a small bench, Valen reflexively straightened her body, as she waved her hand and sighed.

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The next day, it rained heavily at Hogwarts, dousing the morning fog in the Forbidden Forest, while leaving everything within sight gray and dull.

Niffler shrunk into a basket bed that is covered with a fine sponge and velvet sheet. Since yesterday, when she knew that she would be staying at Hogwarts for a long time, she refused to go into the space inside the pocket watch and moved her bed out when Felix wasn't looking, then she hid the silver pocket watch away, and later Felix can't find where she had put it even after he sorted through her collection again.

Of course, he did not seriously look for it, he can't always keep her inside - before there was nothing he could do when they're out of the house.

Somehow, her collection got enriched - silver fork, which should be the tableware of Beauxbatons; the crystal ball emitting light, Felix looked at it left and right before recognizing it as the one from Nicolas's former residence - the first time he saw it, the top was covered with dust, but now it is clean and smooth.

When Felix looked at Valen, she carefully blew a breath and rubbed the surface of the crystal ball with her small hand to make the interior more visible with clarity and brightness. In addition, there are also some miscellaneous new objects, presumably also collected while Felix was not paying attention, thermostatic pendant, badger-shaped magic lamp, flint case, gray hourglass, gold necklace - oh, this Felix knows it, he changed it with golden galleons, the reason is to find out how dark the Gringotts Goblins actually are, to find how much galleons mixed with sand and other minerals, the result well ... he suddenly wanted to rob the Goblin race.

He remembered having read a book about ancient goblins, which described in detail the extravagant life of the top ten families of goblins, all kinds of details written vividly as if the wizard who wrote the book lying on his stomach in the goblin burrows to check it out.

In his description, these goblin families are comparable to the Malfoy of today's magical world.

It's hard to say who the wizard who wrote the book had more ill will towards, but Lucius Malfoy certainly wouldn't have liked to let the metaphor circulate.

It had been a week since the Quidditch World Cup had ended, and in that time Lucius had not given him any response. Felix is in no hurry, these pureblood families will choose a good day to even send invitations, let alone to bow down and submit to him from now on.

In addition, the Ministry of Magic has not given up on tracking down the escaped hooded wizard due to public pressure, so I guess the matter will have to drag on for a while.

But Felix only intends to wait until Christmas this year, if Lucius does not respond by then, he will have to collect the debt.

Right now, Niffler Valen has taken a fancy to the Ring of the Ouroboros Snake, which is kept on his workbench, and at the same time she also adores the silvery memory stone basin, but last night Felix taught her a new lesson.

The new lesson in summary - Her little Pocket should be used to hold her favourite things, and anything that is not that precious should be kept in the office, which is also her home and hideout.

Since then, she has learned the truth that the cunning Niffler should have three caves(hideout) ...

There is also the fact that it cannot steal other people's things, otherwise, Felix will cast a spell to seal up her little pocket and will also give her treasures away in front of her. Then there is an additional reward if she behaves well.

After many days of education and coercion, Niffler Valen raised her three pink fingers and swore to heaven in the name of her two little brothers.

"Rumble!"

A lightning bolt cut through the gray sky and illuminated the figure of Felix standing in front of the window screen. Niffler Warren raised her head, squirmed her body to climb onto Felix's shoulder, and looked out with him at the thick curtain of rain.

They listened to the sound of the pouring rain, the thin, blown away haze of rain hitting their faces, which is cool and refreshing.

Felix tilted his head slightly to the side and said with a grin, "Don't wear that necklace in the future, it's too ugly." Niffler also turned her nose away, her dark little eyes despising his aesthetics.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

By this time, the Hogwarts Express would have departed King's Cross station, spewing out steam and heading towards the Scottish Highlands.

Felix appeared in the Headmaster's office, where Professor McGonagall is sitting on the sofa and discussing with Dumbledore about the reception of the four wizarding schools during the tournament of champions.

"... Madame Maxime and the students of Beauxbatons will be arriving in a carriage, and they can be housed at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the people of Durmstrang will come by boat and can be housed close to the Black Lake ...," Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "but the other two schools are not easy to arrange, although Uagadou does not mind living in the forbidden forest, as they can turn themselves into small animals-"

"Minerva," Dumbledore propped a hand on his forehead, "Ilvermorny will use the Portkey to cross the continent and will disguise themselves as a travelling group, they can be accommodated near the Quidditch pitch, and as for Uagadou, they won't be here until later... ..."

"Later than scheduled?" Professor McGonagall asked, "How many days later?"

"That's the problem." Dumbledore said, gesturing for Felix to find a place to sit down as he said with some distress, "They're planning to travel all the way over here."

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise, "Albus, what are you talking about, they're literally in Africa!"

"Yeah, I know, and I've been there a few times, especially hoping to try the dream messenger job -" Dumbledore said with a smirk: "Tell the young wizards in their dreams that you've been accepted, and then leaving a notice behind. "

"Dumbledore--" Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly.

"Oh, yes ... where were we? The people from Uagadou use the journey as a training exercise, they've always had that tradition, but going from Africa to England is something that has never happened before."

Professor McGonagall's expression grew serious, "Albus, this shows that they take this competition very seriously, I can almost imagine what kind of honing those children have gone through on the road, compared to them, our students can't even pronounce the incantation properly."

"Minerva, don't get carried away." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I always thought that our students are not that bad. Isn't that right, Felix?"

Felix looked up and laughed, dismantling the stage, "Albus, I just got back from Beauxbatons, and their students have been informed of the Tournament in advance, and they are using the summer break for special training."

"Uh ..." Dumbledore was dumbfounded as he looked at Professor McGonagall, and sure enough, she said indignantly in a loud voice: "Look at that, Dumbledore! Other schools are preparing, and we?! Having a happy time over the holidays, the students don't even know that their Quidditch match is cancelled this year."

"Minerva ..."

"... I've been trying to talk to you about this for a long time, and it turns out that you can't be found at all, just like a hands-off manager." Professor McGonagall's chest constantly heaving, obviously exasperated, at the thought of Hogwarts students will be hung up and beaten, her heart stuffed tight.

Felix, who was watching the fun, looked away sheepishly, thinking about Lupin, to whom he had left a whole load of work.

'Is Remus in the same mood as Minerva?'

"Minerva," Dumbledore obliged to appease his Deputy Headmistress, so he said, "I have made arrangements, and Felix is here today for that matter."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall gave him a sceptical expression.

"Of course," Felix nodded, "I advised the Headmaster during the holidays to include some spells that must be mastered before graduation, and Albus said that he would have to reconsider, and now he will probably agree with it?"

"Not this matter." Dumbledore said helplessly.

"But I think it's a good proposal," McGonagall said as she looked over at Felix, "I've always thought the young wizards were too lazy, Felix, we could talk about it sometime and get it settled."

Dumbledore interrupted their conversation and said bluntly, "I'm going to let the Dueling Club take on additional roles, and it will become a special elective course with an open-ended faculty that can be rotated. And Felix, you'll have to spare more time for special training of the champions."

"Why me?" Felix asked curiously.

"You have the unique advantage with those magical teaching aids ..." Dumbledore winked, "they will help with the champions' training a lot, didn't you ask me to give my opinion, I think that stone basin is far from being used as it should be, it has surpassed the Pensieve."

Felix mulled over the headmaster's words, "You mean-"

"I can offer a memory of the seventeen-year-old me." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Containing my own battle wisdom."

Felix was taken aback, a wizard's memory is his most valuable asset, many people will guard it very tightly, although he knew that Dumbledore would certainly eliminate irrelevant memories beforehand to prevent someone from snooping, but this trust came too suddenly.

Dumbledore smiled slightly when he saw Felix looking at him blankly: "Am I an old fogey in your eyes, who is still living in the last century?"

Felix regained his composure, "Just a bit of a surprise, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall was very interested in what they were talking about, and after learning what the Memory Stone basin could do, she immediately decided to join in, "There are other professors we can get-"

"No, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head firmly and said in a quiet voice, "Don't bother the other professors, we can't force them to make a decision, don't even mention it."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but Dumbledore's attitude was so firm that she did not raise her voice to object. "Alright then, I'll go and set up the great hall with Filius." She said and walked out of the office.

"Headmaster, what led you to this decision? To be honest, I was shocked just now." Felix said jokingly when only two people were left in the Headmaster's office.

"Because Dumbledore received a letter from ...," the Sorting Hat on the compartment suddenly cracked open a slit on it and said audibly.

But Dumbledore directed a solemn gaze at it, and it immediately shut its mouth and turned to softly hummed the song of this year's Sorting.

"

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, ... They shared a wish, a hope ..."

The Sorting Hat seemed to not have made up the lyrics, or was in the final stages of rehearsal, repeating the last line over and over again, but the song was so hard to listen to as Felix had listened to it for seven years when he was at school, and two years after he graduated, that he grew a bit tired of it, if only it would just shut up and let itself be studied.

Dumbledore did not care about the Sorting Hat, he just raised the volume, as he explained: "Remember the Christmas present you gave me the first year you joined, 'The 99 inventions that changed the world'? I passed it to a friend, and we talked about what was in it when you were mentioned incidentally."

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Felix nodded slightly, from what he was aware of, Dumbledore travelled widely, has friends all over the world. If you add the number of his fans, ten Lockhart combined won't be his rival.

Sometimes he could not help but speculate, the reason why Dumbledore seems so busy, wasn't it because he was hiding in his office writing letters to his pen pals all around the world ...

Ahem! You can't stray too much, the headmaster should be doing some serious tasks, like analysing Tom Riddle's childhood life, with that he might as well write a thesis like "The influence of childhood upbringing on the key choices of a wizard's life when he grows up: a brief analysis from first, second, and third perspectives".

Felix took out the stone basin from the ring, and the two entered the inner space, which is a white world with a foggy surrounding.

Dumbledore surveyed the surroundings with interest, he said with a sigh, "You are the only one in this world who has this ability, judging from the traces of magic left behind, very subtle, yes ... subtle."

Felix asked, "No one else can't do it?" He made it without much thought about anything else, he just thought about it then made it, and he also considered it at that time as a defective product, not as good as the original Pensieve, so he never cared.

It was only later that he gradually developed its functions.

Dumbledore said: "I'll say what I can see, ancient runes, alchemy, Hardening Charm, Extension Charm, Transfiguration, Memory Magic ... very unique, I seem to see some solid magic nodes ... "

He stretched out his hand, his slender fingers pointed in the air, the surrounding clouds immediately churned up.

"What is this?" He asked curiously.

"The memory node, and also the magic node here." Felix said briefly.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "It seems you have made improvements, it's getting farther away from the function of the Pensieve, but closer to the Room of Requirement."

His eyes swept around sharply, causing Felix to feel a vague tingle and a layer of goosebumps on his skin, like irritation.

The Headmaster's vision is very sharp.

Although the shape of the stone basin is very similar to the Pensieve, it is closer to the principle of the Room of Requirement - it is enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm, which stretched the space to the size of five-six basketball courts, and filled with various blank memory fragments inside, which remained intact with the help of the Runes. He also used memory nodes to build a more solid structure.

The advantage of this is that real people and false illusions can interact, and as the owner of the stone basin, Felix is able to use the all-pervasive memory power to perform what he is capable of in the thinking room.

Felix took a few steps forward, the clouds churned and opened a path, and an ancient pyramid appeared in front of the two, he showed a smile and extended an invitation, "Headmaster, this is a level adapted and inspired from a real experience, er, a real experience I had during the summer ... want to try it? "

Dumbledore took his eyes off the memory node and carefully examined the pyramid in the cloud, he knew it is all false, probably just a memory manifestation, but it looks quite real.

Could Felix really have mastered the principle of the Room of Requirement? He became interested and walked toward the open golden door, and could see that the interior of the pyramid is pitch black, and from nowhere a beam of light hurled into the inner part about seven or eight feet from the door, but it appeared it became even more pitch black in the depths.

The two stepped into the pyramid, and the next second, Felix's figure suddenly disappeared, and the door slammed shut.

Dumbledore looked at the eerie and frightening Pharaoh's burial tomb with its own miserable soundtrack, so he muttered: "I'm just an old man ..." He drew his wand, and slashed his arm down, "Buzz ~" Magic fluctuations made the entire pyramid shake in unison.

If it had legs, it probably would have run away by itself.

Felix's sigh echoed around: "Headmaster, this is just a toy I made for the members of the Magic Rune Club, it just happened to occur to me that it could be used to train champions, but it still can't handle a spell at your full strength ..."

Dumbledore's eyes seemed to see the very top of the pyramid, where Felix is sitting lazily at the top, waiting for him.

Dumbledore smiled faintly, put away his wand, and walked up the only path as he picked his pace, meeting all sorts of strange creatures, only to be blocked by vines, chains, and tough barriers that suddenly appeared, and after a few minutes, he pushed open a door where Felix is sitting right outside, looking over the sea of clouds.

"Albus, what do you think?"

Dumbledore said with amusement, "I'm going to praise your imagination, Felix. Big spiders and pythons are still traceable, what's with those cars that screech and transform, is it Arthur's car that inspired you? But as far as I know, it stayed well in the forbidden forest and did not develop any strange abilities.

There are also monsters with insect exoskeletons and acid breath ..."

Felix said nonchalantly, "Some are made up, some are from films that I saw and borrowed them here." His two little legs dangled out and kept swaying.

"It's wonderful, but unfortunately I have not studied it in depth." Dumbledore said, he thought carefully, commented: "Our ideas actually have similarities, those ... wacky creatures of yours, can be used to exercise the students' adaptability, although it is clear that you did not put too much thought, and there is less connection with reality."

Felix also admitted this, "the more you know, the more real the memory will be, this is the drawback of constructing a virtual memory, I can't do anything about it. Instead of making a real 4d world and making students confuse it with reality, it would be better to deliberately make it look false at a glance."

If he intends to construct a Sphinx, then he must know the habits of this magical creature very well-to-do so, or else if you made a messy alteration as a matter of course, as a result, the students believe it as real, then what if they encounter a real Sphinx in the wild, they might make a fatal mistake at that time.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, agreeing with his opinion. Every time he exchanged ideas about magic with Felix, there would be something new to learn. He thought down this line of thought and quickly thought of ways to perfect it. He thought of a man who could certainly recreate a magical creature vividly if it were him -

The world's most distinguished expert in the Magizoologist, Newt Scamander.

The only question is whether there is a need for that, Dumbledore secretly noted this, decided to keep observing it further.

"I also noticed a problem, which may not be considered as a real issue, but it is worth noticing." Dumbledore said, "this place somewhat has singular means of protection, as long as there is someone who has a certain understanding of memory magic, they can borrow the authority of this place."

He waved his hand, the pyramid beneath the two of them collapsed in an instant, they then stood very abruptly in a square, which Felix had just made it out of the stained-glass on a crumbling tomb, and the next second, the scene changed into empty highlands, and before their eyes was another blur, then they were standing in front of the Hogwarts castle bay window.

Dumbledore said softly: "When it comes to the attainment of memory magic, I'm actually no match for you, but I can still manifest these scenes. Also, I just made my will infiltrate and let the surroundings mistakenly think I 'cast a successful spell', and they became what I wanted them to be ..."

Felix shrugged: "You made a good point, there are indeed quite a few loopholes. I was just too lazy to correct it before, after all," he gave a dangerous smile and kept flexing his fingers, "if any student from the club dares to try something funny, I'll let them experience a twenty-minute free fall ..."

Dumbledore fell silent at that.

...

They emerged from the stone basin, Dumbledore needed some time to prepare for extracting the memories of his youth, the good thing is that every headmaster must leave a portrait of himself, he is not a stranger to this process.

Felix returned to his office, in the sound of dense rain, suddenly thought of something, he drew his wand, the tip of the wand exploded into a silvery light, rain swallow Patronus took shape in midair. He then placed his wand against his forehead and drew a silver line, which outlined in the air, and a silver white-coloured cloak slowly appeared.

The rain swallow Patronus let out a chirp and plunged into the cloak, and after the dazzling light disappeared, a ghost that hid its face beneath the cloak appeared.

"Let's call you ... Well, forget it for now, and let's see if you can fool the ghosts in the castle."

Felix surveyed the 'ghost' in front of him, it kind of looked like a dementor that got a facelift, he suddenly remembered that he still had a dozen of them in his ring, his schedule was too full recently, that the original research work had to be postponed again and again.

The silver-white 'ghost' is about three feet off the ground when it turned to leave, "You can look for the Peeves, he fears Baron for a reason." Felix reminded.

"Whoosh!"

The 'ghost' disappeared in a flash, Felix reached up to hold his forehead, "The speed hasn't changed at all, anyone can see the problem now."

He took over the Patronus and wandered around the castle in its perspective ...

Meanwhile, on the Hogwarts Express train -

In the carriage, a golden shadow scurried around headlessly, and as it approached, Harry reached out and clutched the golden snitch in one fell swoop, "Nice catch!" The twins passing by gave him a thumbs up.

Harry grinned, expecting Cho Chang to pass by in the corridor and see him catching the golden snitch accidentally; she is a Ravenclaw seeker, so she should be able to tell how difficult this move is.

He had just seen Cho Chang in the corridor and couldn't resist the urge to do something to impress her, then he remembered the advice Sirius had given him a while ago, and he rummaged it out of his travelling trunk.

He is now so skilled at it, as he was playing with golden snitch whenever he was bored at Dursley's house.

A ruckus came from the side of the door, and a familiar dragging voice drifted in through a small, thumb-sized gap in the door.

"... You know, Father really considered sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. He knew the Headmaster of that school. But my mother didn't want me to go to the school that far away ... Durmstrang students are seriously studying dark magic, I mean, some of it comes in handy ..."

Hermione stood up and tiptoed over to the compartment door, shutting it tightly to keep Malfoy's voice out.

"Leave the golden snitch alone, you look so silly, Harry." She said impatiently.

Harry snapped, ready to put the golden snitch away, Ron took it as soon as he could, "Let me play with it for a while." He'd just taken a quick glance. Harry pointed towards Hermione and shrugged, "Ron!" Hermione yelled, Ron's hand shook, and he slapped Harry in the face.

"Oh, sorry, Harry-"

There is a flurry of activity in the compartment, Ron's new owl bouncing around the cage, Hermione's pet cat " whining and whimpering ", and when everything calmed down, Harry's face left with a red slap mark, and two scratch marks from the cat's claws.

He immediately changed his mind, before he regretted that he could not meet Cho Chang, but now he sincerely hoped that he would not bump into her.

Even when the snack cart passed their compartment, Harry begged Ron and Hermione to go out and buy some.

After a while, Ron returned with a pile of snacks in his arms, placed them on the small table, and said to Harry with a very strange expression, "You were right."

"What?" Harry ripped open a box of chocolate frog and bit off the head of the frog in one bite.

"We met Cho Chang, and she came with her friend to buy snacks, it's a good thing you didn't go ..."

Harry suddenly choked, he coughed violently, his face turned red, "What are you talking about-"

"Well," Ron wrapped his hand around his shoulders and said playfully, "I could tell that you had a thing for her from the last term, it's pretty obvious - ask Hermione."

Harry's heart suddenly burst out, now all he wanted is to find a crack in the ground.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "I thought you were giggling all the way because you saw Malfoy practicing illumination in the carriage. This is against the rules, I must tell--"

"-Professor Hap." Ron answered, shaking his head dramatically, "This is a train, no one cares. Might as well talk about Durmstrang, what's that?"

...

The sky grew dark. In fact, it never dawned, as thick rain clouds covered everything up. After an unknown amount of time, the Hogwarts Express train finally slowed down and docked at the darkened Hogsmeade station.

The doors opened and the sound of rumbling thunder was heard through the air.

The trio shivered and looked outside as the rain poured down and the wind howled. "We're not going to drown on the road, are we?" Harry asked.

"Think about Hagrid," Ron replied without thinking, "He's got to take the first years across the Lake in a boat, in this weather, that can be pretty irritating."

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As usual, the first-year students were being brought by Hagrid via boat over the lake, while the rest of the students took the carriage and travelled along the path to the main entrance of the school.

The school great hall.

"This way, My Lord--" Peeves nodded as he flipped through the air and guided a strange ghost to the great hall. The tall ghost covered himself up so tightly that from under his cloak, only a pair of silver, unfeeling eyes could be seen.

Peeves said with a smile, "Then I'll leave you alone now, I have some work to do ... I need to prepare a lot of water balloons for the new students, don't you want to see the water balloons explode over the heads of the cute little things?"

The ghost did not say a word, Peeves was just about to leave when a large silver hand poked out from under the cloak and swiftly grabbed the back of Peeves' neck and shook him hard.

Peeves struggled twice, but could not break free. Instead, he swayed rhythmically as he floated, with a helpless face.

He is a Poltergeist or ghost born in the castle, with greater ability compared to ordinary ghosts. Unlike ordinary ghosts who can only slightly interfere with reality, he can truly engage with reality and can even wrestle with the students to see who has more strength.

The one who could deter him is the professor of the school - as the collective entity of the students' emotions, Peeves fear of the professor is engraved into his bones, but at the same time, he is the representative of the naughty students, so always be able to talk his way out, and what he truly fears is the professor who is full of authority and uprightness.

The second one is powerful wizards who can affect him, such as Headmaster Dumbledore and Felix Hap.

Third, some special ghosts, such as Bloody Baron, and -

The short Peeves looked at the tall, indifferent ghost in front of him and cursed in a low voice. The silver eyes under the ghost's cloak suddenly looked at him, to which the Peeves immediately plastered a naive smile and kept rubbing his fingers.

The ghosts in the great hall murmured -

"Another newcomer?" Nearly Headless Nick - the resident ghost of Gryffindor House - said sentimentally.

"Looks like a tough one." The Fat Friar - the resident ghost of Hufflepuff House - said cheerfully, "How nice, just in time when we need someone to deal with the Peeves."

"Yeah, that's true." Nearly Headless Nick said, "Ever since Bloody Baron left ...," as he looked around meaningfully, evoking a chorus of echoes and vocal comments about Peeves' misdeeds.

"By the way," one of the ghosts asked, "Which of you still have that picture of Peeves?"

"Oh, That picture when the twins were playing a prank on Peeves by blowing him all over the castle with a fan?" Nearly Headless Nick asked contentedly, with a satisfied smile, "I do, in exchange for five mysteries."

"How about hosting a photo viewing party?" A ghost suggested.

About a year or so ago, when it was still Felix's first year on the job, he had cast a Confundus Charm in response to the Peeves' provocation, making the Peeves muddled with the concept of time, as he mistakenly believed he had just born, unable to handle the students' various chaotic and mischievous thoughts.

His old rival, the Weasley twins, took the opportunity to conjure up two fans and took turns taking Peeves around to exhibit him, and almost succeeded in throwing a party, but unfortunately, it was stopped midway by Professor McGonagall, and many of the young wizards and all the ghosts voiced out their great regret about it.

Some onlookers at the time took pictures of the spectacle, and later the pictures began to circulate, causing many people to frantically seize them, but when Peeves recovered he got vexed and snatched most of them away.

During that time, the Moaning Myrtle shuttled through the girls' lavatories on every floor, telling every student about Peeves bullying and his misdeeds.

...

At the faculty table, Felix and Professor McGonagall chatted about the unfinished business from the Headmaster's office, and Flitwick joined them halfway through their discussion of which spells would be appropriate to put in the "must-master" category.

Professor McGonagall said seriously, "I would prefer that the young wizards have all the knowledge they need if possible, every lesson is important."

"But Minerva, if we intend to do something, we have to consider how we can get the students to accept it." Flitwick pointed out.

Professor McGonagall grunted, of course, she knew that, she just expected too much from her students.

Felix nodded gently, "My idea is to break up the spells and divide them into the various grades. For example, the Disarming Charm would be more appropriate to be studied in the third year and assessed in the fourth year, while the Apparition will probably need to be studied in the sixth year and assessed in the seventh year."

He added: "The purpose of the test is not for credit, rather to make them master those spells truly, so I think the assessment time should be as flexible as possible, and there should not be any limitation on the number of attempts."

Flitwick thought for a while and said, "That's a good idea, if we centralize the exam to the last year, probably most students will keep dragging their feet. Severus, what do you think?"

"I have no opinion, you did not include the potions." Snape said coldly.

"This ..." Flitwick stammered, "You're also one of the regular professors in the Dueling Club, aren't you? You should know that Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been a shortcoming of our students, and thankfully the Dueling Club can fill in some gaps."

"Lupin taught it well last year." Professor McGonagall interjected.

"I understand," Flitwick said, "and Belby too, they're both did it pretty well, but ..."

He hesitated for a moment, trying to organize his words, "But we all know what that class is like - each professor only has one year to teach, and I won't deny that Dumbledore has gone out of his way to get as many good wizards as possible to teach the class, but a good wizard and a good professor are two different things. "

"Just because you learn it well doesn't mean you can teach it well as well." Felix concluded.

"That's right!" Flitwick's eyes lit up, "That's right! A good professor needs a lot of experience and the ability to understand the various difficulties that students may encounter ... This process may last for years, but for a professor taking this class, it's simply not possible."

"The Charms class and Defense Against the Dark Arts, although both teach spells, they focus on completely different aspects. I teach general practical magic and of course, various basic skills, while those offensive spells and defensive spells that can be used in duels are basically classified under the category of Defense Against the Dark Arts ..."

"It happens that the professors of this class are the most unstable, if you meet a good teacher, you can learn more, if you meet an unfit one or one who is not good at teaching, you will screw up."

The professors went silent, a long list of names of professors who had taught Defense Against the Dark Arts classes over the years popped up in their minds, one right after another.

Felix also pondered the professors he had come into contact with-both those he had met in school and those he had met on in his work-and frankly, the ones like Lockhart had been the bottom line in every sense of the word. Most of professors are just mediocre, or not very good at teaching students, often describing a simple problem in a way that would cloud the minds of young wizards; or talking entirely from their own experience, unable to effectively address the troubles their students would experience.

There is also a hidden difficulty behind this, which is that the class has not been reasonably planned. Experienced professors like Flitwick and McGonagall, who teach from the first year until graduation, know the characteristics of each student well and will provide targeted guidance.

And what should be taught at each grade level, how much to teach, and what are the general issues students might encounter, they're very clear about it.

And when it comes to the Defense Against the Dark Arts ... it is already good to be able to learn from the book. Professors like Lupin who think about their students and try to make up for their lack of practical lessons can be few and far between.

Most Professors will follow their own habits and will talk about something here and there. As one Professor will go East, and the other will go West.

So some students will be surprised to find, after seven years, that they have heard seven classes about the same content - from seven different Professors.

...

Snape grunted disdainfully beside him, isn't that the fact, what's there to discuss, he glanced several times at the new ghost in the corner lightly, feeling it should be related to Felix, the shiny cloak looked really familiar.

And this ghost has never spoken since the beginning, putting a high posture, so that the Nearly Headless Nick who went over to talk snapped and returned.

A clamour is heard from the main door, the students' carriage parked at the door, they ran through the heavy rain into the castle, chattering and making a lot of noise, the school instantly filled with a lively atmosphere.

Felix also stopped talking, his eyes glowed slightly, and the ghost standing quietly in the corner of the great hall suddenly moved and grabbed the Peeves and flew towards the entrance hall.

The students stepped into the entrance hall, shaking the rainwater as they warmed their bodies with the help of torches hanging high on the walls.

"Gosh," Ron said, shaking his head hard and spilling droplets everywhere, "It's simply dripping."

Harry silently wrung his own sleeve, squeezing out a large puddle of stagnant water. His shoes and pants were also soaked with water, heavily weighed and dragging downward, his hair clinging wetly to his head.

"What is that?! What is that--" cried Neville, who had been riding in the same carriage with them, with a shocked look on his face.

The few people around them looked up at the marble steps leading to the great hall, near the entrance, a tall figure hovered in midair amidst the wavering torchlight, draped in a long cloak, his sleeves fluttering, his silver eyes completely apathetic.

"What's that he's carrying in his hand?" Someone noticed the commotion from further away.

"A freshman?" Someone guessed as that person looked short, like a baby carrot.

"How is that possible?! They are currently sailing on the lake, wait-" a senior's eyes widened, "That's Peeves!"

"Peeves being carried in his hand? Oh my God!"

"No, that's, that's a dementor, a Dementor!" A student with particularly bad eyes screamed.

The air instantly froze as the students drew in a cold breath, with their bodies shuddered, and they went into disarray.

"Ex-pec-to-Patr-onum!" Harry drew his wand and shouted.

Silver light poured out of his wand and spread on the ground. A silver shadow then leaped out of his wand, and it looked like a stag, leaping towards the dementor.

Harry did not have time to think about why the Dementor suddenly appeared in the castle, he looked at his Patronus with great anticipation, incredibly sure that it will be like the past, once again will help him.

"Zizi~"

Harry wondered if he was seeing things wrong, as the tall 'dementor' stretched out it's free hand and propped up the stag's antlers in one fell swoop, forcing his Patronus to halt.

He blinked incredulously, his lenses did blur a bit, but he could never mistake a Patronus that big.

Ron stammered, "Th-is, this should be the leader of the Dementors, right? Look at the size of it, it's not impossible ..."

Hermione shuddered and pulled out her wand to try to protect herself, "ex-PEK-toh pa-TRO-num--"

A seventh-year student also called out, as a silver panther rushed up and got slapped away by the 'Dementor', and the free Peeves immediately plunged into the wall and disappeared.

Before he left, he shouted exaggeratedly: "The New Ghost and the Students are Fighting! The New Ghost and the Students are Fighting!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over, her peaked cap tilted on her head, and she shouted angrily, "Peeves, what are you up to now?!" But the scene before her was not exactly what she had imagined, and she blinked at the scene.

"Minerva, it's me." A gentle voice said as the ghost was forced to speak. The sight of the dementor actually speaking scared several students nearby into a group hug.

Professor McGonagall recognized his voice, so she held her breath and yelled at the ghost in a small voice: "FELIX HAP, impersonating as a Dementor to scare the students is not a decent thing to do, I tell you-"

"Uh it was an accident, Sorry Minerva, they mistook me as a Dementor ..."

Ghost Felix said awkwardly, he never thought that someone would identify the ghost as a Dementor, and what was even more outrageous was that Harry immediately cast the Patronus spell to attack him.

How's their brain even work?

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her nostrils opening and closing with a heavy breathing sound, a prelude to her outburst, usually, it will be accompanied by a scolding and a deduction of twenty points, plus a different type of detention, except given that Felix himself is a professor, she can't use any of those latter.

"I'll leave now." The ghost hurriedly said, he did not want to provoke the raging lion, even Dumbledore won't provoke McGonagall when she is in this state, so he disappeared with a "whoosh".

Professor McGonagall's chest was heaving, as she glanced at the House point hourglasses that used to record the house points in the entrance hall for a while, before she said sternly to the drenched crowd, "What are you waiting for, into the great hall, quickly!"

She led the way into the great hall, followed by the sagging students, who walked with a splashing sound, leaving a wet footprint.

"If I were you guys, I'd use a spell to dry the moisture out of my body."

Professor McGonagall paused and said with a headache, it is difficult to imagine that among these students, there will be champions who represent Hogwarts and compete for the school's glory in the Tournament of Champions in a month or so.

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The new students excitedly walked in a long line to the great hall to wait for their sorting, while Felix felt a little hungry.

Niffler Valen felt the same.

"Just wait a little longer, let's make a bet and guess if there's any Raisin Pudding on the table later, by the way, do you eat grapes?" Felix asked in a whisper, Niffler sat on his lap, stretching her neck to stare at the empty table, with some disappointment.

Especially whenshe requested with her eyes, asking if she could collect a set of Hogwarts tableware, Felix rejected her without mercy.

Snape looked at them with a strange expression on the side, but Niffler was only interested in shiny and delicate things, as she looked at the silvery long beard of the Dumbledore who suddenly appeared for a while, and then turned her head to look at Flitwick who was sitting on a high cushion, her curious eyes were completely insufficient for her needs.

"...

Now slip me snug about your ears, ~

I've never yet been wrong, ~

I'll have a look inside your mind.

And tell where you belong!~"

With booming applause, the Sorting Hat ended the yearly song and the Sorting officially began. The only thing that surprised Felix was that the last line of the song wasn't "They shared a wish, a hope, a dream" - he had heard it so many times in the Headmaster's office that he subconsciously thought that's how the Sorting Hat intended to end the song.

"Stewart Ackerley!" Professor McGonagall stood aside, unfolding a long roll of parchment and brushing over the name to read it.

A boy stepped forward, and you could tell he was shaking from head to toe. He grabbed the Sorting Hat and put it on his head, sitting on the stool, nervously rolling his eyes a little.

"Ravenclaw!" Sorting Hat shouted.

Stewart Ackerley took off the hat and hurried to his seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone at the table applauded and greeted him.

"Malcolm Baddock!" "Slytherin!"

"Eleanor Branston!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Owen Cauldwell!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey!" "Gryffindor!"

The little kid with the last name Creevey was wearing a large moleskin coat, which obviously belonged to Hagrid, and which looked like a sturdy piece of fur tent for a first-year freshman. When he assigned to Gryffindor House, he thought nothing about it and ran at a brisk pace to the Gryffindor House spot.

As he ran, he yelled excitedly, sharing his experience: "Colin! I fell into the lake! The lake!"

"The Sorting Hat! Leave the Sorting Hat behind!"

Professor McGonagall shouted after him twice, but he didn't respond. As a last resort, she nudged with her wand and made the Sorting Hat float back on its own, while Felix hooked his fingers and made the Moleskin Coat fly to Hagrid, who was just about to get up.

"Thanks, Felix." Hagrid said gruffly, as he reached up and shook his coat as the drizzle fell everywhere.

On the other hand, Gryffindor House let out a hearty laugh, the freshman scratched his head, somewhat sheepishly sat next to a student who looked a lot like him, and after a moment of tranquillity, he began to describe his fall into the lake excitedly, "I fell into the lake, dunked a few mouthfuls of water, and thought, That's the end! Then suddenly something pushed me back into the boat!"

"That was cool!" His older brother, who is two years older - Colin Creevy - exclaimed as excited as his brother, "Probably the giant squid, Dennis!"

Colin pointed to Harry who is a few seats away and said, "See that boy over there? The one with the long black hair and glasses? He's Harry Potter! And he's in all twelve of those photo albums I sent home, along with his friends!"

His brother Dennis looked at Harry curiously, if not for the fact that his brother was hospitalized for most of the first year because he indirectly stared at the basilisk, the family's photo albums might not have been able to fit his brother's collections.

But thanks to his brother's photo album, he recognized Harry right away. And his brother continued to talk: "I just asked him to pray for you to be sorted into Gryffindor, and guess what? It worked!"

"I'll tell you more about the Patronus he released in the entrance hall, handsome as hell ..."

Human emotions are hard to predict. Harry's face burned a little, and Ron asked him teasingly, "Did you just pray for that?"

Harry stammered and hastily changed the subject by saying, "That empty seat is supposed to be the new professors, right?" He pointed to the faculty table.

"Who else can it be?" Ron muttered, "But he's late, and the dinner is about to start."

In fact, the empty seat at the faculty table remained unoccupied until nearly the end of the dinner, when Harry was so bloated that he had to part with half of the smoked potatoes on his plate.

Felix used transfiguration to create a small set of tables and chairs on which Niffler Valen sat, eating a piece of finely sliced Raisin Pudding, with a white napkin tied around her chest.

Niffler, who had finished her meal early, was bored and sniffed the air for various smells, and soon found an acquaintance.

It pulled on Felix's pant leg and pointed in a direction, Felix looked blank - the little girl is too small how could he see what she meant, but he could see the direction and guess what she meant.

"Go ahead and don't steal anything from anyone, not even the tableware, Remember?"

Niffler nodded energetically.

She wormed her way under the dining tables, crossing over a trail of legs by stomping indiscriminately, then she quickly spotted her target and crawled up to her thighs.

"Ouch!" Hermione yelped, looking down and meeting a pair of small, dark eyes.

"Valen?" She whispered as Ron, Harry and several students around the table looked over.

"A black duck?" Dean Thomas, who grew up mostly in a Muggle household, wondered.

"I guess that's a Niffler." Neville said quietly.

"Niff-what?"

"Niffler, her name is Valen, and she's raised by Professor Hap." Hermione said with an introduction.

"She?" Dean got taken aback.

"That's right!" Hermione hugged the Niffler happily, "She's a little lady, aren't chu cutie?"

Ron stared at Valen and said, "I've always wanted one, they're notorious for being treasure hunters, it was on Fred and George's New Year's wish list when they were little."

Fred poked his head over from where Angelina had been sitting at the table as he said, "Don't slander us, our wishes changed a long time ago."

"Yeah," said George, sitting on his other side, "especially when we learned, upon inquiring, that Niffler is better at rummaging through the pockets of those around it, we changed our minds."

"Watch your pockets, and your forks-" Fred concluded with a cautionary note.

"And the goblets." George added.

Ron covered his pockets sadly, "They have a point, Harry, it's staring at your coin!"

Niffler, which had been sitting in Hermione's arms, stared at Harry, who is holding a muggle coin, which is golden and shiny, the one Felix modified last year, with a spell on it to monitor the number of times he can cast an apparition perfectly.

According to the agreement, Harry must fill in its golden glow before he can use the apparition outside the Room of Requirement.

When he left school last year, he was a bit short of the mark, but over the summer he followed Sirius around and inadvertently filled up the last bit ...

At this point, Dumbledore smiled and began to speak, starting with the usual lines, Filch's list of banned items is updated every year, and has now been accumulated with four hundred and thirty-seven items; he once again repeated that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest privately.

These words had been familiar to them for a long time, and the circle around Harry did not listen very attentively; they were obviously more interested in Niffler-

"Harry, you'd better put the coin away, although Professor Hap had taught her, but - oh gosh!"

Hermione paused in surprise as Niffler Valen's meaty hands pulled a golden galleon from her pocket, as she placed it on the table, and then pointed to Harry's coin.

"What's it doing?" Ron asked in confusion.

"I think," Hermione said incredulously, taking a deep breath, "Harry, it wants to trade with you--"

The trio looked at each other, what a strange Niffler, Ron chuckled, "Professor Hap's education is really ... haha ... really effective, even the Niffler's nature has been corrected. "

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, because of the delayed response, Valen though Harry didn't want to, so she pulled out another gold galleon from her small pocket and stacked it on top of the first one.

Harry watched it dazedly as a third and fourth golden galleon soon stacked up on the long dining table, and the longer it went on, the slower Niffler moved, her little pink hands shivering a bit and even Dean could see how reluctant she was.

Niffler stretched out her finger and pointed at the golden galleons stacked high, and pointed at the coins glowing in Harry's hand, giving off a little rich girl vibe that made everyone around her stare in awe.

Ron said encouragingly, "Don't surrender, Harry. Let's see how many galleons it can come up with, Merlin's beard ah ... it's much richer than me!"

At this point, Dumbledore finally spoke about something closely related to the students, "... I also have to tell you with great regret that there will be no Quidditch match for the House Cup this year."

"What?" Harry looked up, gasping in surprise. He wasn't the only one, most of the students were stunned by the news.

"Rumble!"

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, thunder exploded outside the castle, rattling the glass windows, as a great hall door slammed open.

A man walked in, leaning on a long cane, wearing a black travelling cloak. With the bright light in the great hall, the pupils of the four house students saw his appearance as they drew in a cold breath.

The man's face looked like it was carved out of a piece of rotting wood, and it was done by a crappy craftsman who was absolutely inept in carving, every inch of skin was scarred, his nose lacked a piece of flesh, one leg is a wooden Prosthetic leg, and when he walked, he made a thumping sound, scaring the young wizards on either side of him as he passed by the table, as they hastily shrank back towards their tables.

Harry stared at Moody's face and then at the half-smoked potatoes on his plate, then his stomach suddenly reeled a little.

After he approached, the students found that the most frightening thing about the stranger should be his eyes, one intact, but the other - Niffler in Hermione's arms, covered her face with her two small hands afraid to look at him, but she still did not forget to reach out and stuff the golden galleons on the table back into her pocket.

Hermione felt both amused and embarrassed, but when her eyes fell on the stranger's eyes, she couldn't laugh anymore. The eye looked like a big, round, fake eye, in the eye sockets it rolled up and down, sometimes leaving only the white of the eye, it looked like as if it should be staring behind him.

He then simply shook hands with Dumbledore, and sat down in the only empty seat, ignoring the rest of the people, and ate the remaining food on the table. But his blue fake eye still kept turning around to survey the great hall and the students.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor," Dumbledore cheerfully broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

In a frightening silence, Dumbledore announced the existence of the tournament, and he described the origin and development of the original Triwizard Tournament and how it had to be called off after centuries because of too many deaths, and how the Ministry of Magic was finally well-prepared, and this time, the number of schools participating in the tournament had increased to five.

Many students did not even know about Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, let alone Ilvermorny and Uagadou outside of Europe, and they listened to Dumbledore's speech as if they were listening about flying Rainbow colour pig.

And Felix is not unfamiliar with this information, he cleared his throat, as Niffler Valen immediately jumped down from Hermione's arms, deliberately taking a long detour to avoid Moody, who has frightening eyes.

Moody was holding a sausage and eating it, as his false eye followed Niffler's trail and saw it finally climbing onto the shoulder of a young professor. Then he let out a low "snort".

"Little thing."

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"The Headmaster of the four magic schools and the carefully selected candidates for the competition will arrive one after another in October, and the ritual of selecting the champions will be held on Halloween."

"In addition to winning glory for the school, the winner will personally receive a prize of one thousand Galleons."

"But - only students over the age of seventeen will be allowed to sign up because the competition program is still difficult and dangerous - no matter how many precautions we take, students below the sixth grade and seventh grade are unlikely to be able to handle it."

"The group will be with us for most of this school year, and I hope you will behave in a warm and friendly manner to the very end. To form a better relation and understanding between every student, we have prepared some exchange activities ..."

Dumbledore ended the dinner amidst a controversial buzz, with the students full of complaints about that age restriction rule.

"Are we just supposed to watch?" Ron stomped hard on the stairs as he headed towards the common room.

Hermione said seriously: "This is to protect us from being in danger because of our reckless arrogance, you know the tournament was suspended due to the death of so many people in the past--"

Ron didn't even listen carefully, muttering in a small voice: "That's a thousand galleons." He looked at Fred and George, who were walking ahead of them and were discussing whether the Ageing Potion would work.

"I think a drop or two will be enough, we're not more than a few months away from adulthood, George ...," Fred mused seriously.

Ron said sourly, "There are still six months left, but I do hope they make it," he twisted his head to ask Harry: "What do you think? If Fred and George succeed, I mean, I wonder if the knowledge we've learned is enough ..."

Harry shook his head, shaking off the various glorious visions in his head, he already couldn't help but imagine he had deceived the age limit set by the Headmaster and won the Tournament of Champions, lifting the trophy amidst the cheers and shrieks of the crowd ...

"Yeah, I thought it would be nearly enough, too." Ron misunderstood Harry's bobbing head and thought he was responding to his question. He snapped his fingers, "Well, we do have dueling classes, study groups, and a magic runes club for that matter, though ..."

He said with some frustration, " We still can't compete with those sixth and seventh-year students, unless Professor Hap teaches us a powerful ancient magic in private, because we just can't hope to blind our opponents with illumination, can we?"

In this discussion about the competition, although Ron was the most talkative, but it was more similar to the emotional outburst of the teenager who was not able to get what he wanted, as he knew in his own heart that the possibility of being selected is unlikely, yet his words made Harry and Hermione on the side silent.

Harry thought of two images of Professor Hap casting a continuous apparition in front of him. One was in the forbidden forest in the second year, when they suspected that the new Professor Hap is related to the Chamber of Secrets, so they followed and discovered the scene of the professor practicing magic. It was shocking at the time, but Harry had pretty much forgotten about it after so long; the other time was at the Quidditch World Cup, just recently, and in a real live battle. Professor Hap had played with hundreds of rowdy wizards with the continuous apparition, and none could follow his movements with their eyes!

'What if I could do the same thing? I am not that bad in the first place, no students in the school can surpass me in the Disarming Charm now, plus the Continuous Apparition ...' Harry's heart became hot.

And Hermione thought of the ancient magic that the professor had taught her over the summer, golden flames leaped from her fingertips and turned into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye ... Of course, that was the effect demonstrated to her by the professor, she had yet to learn it on her own.

Hermione patted her head, what the hell was she thinking, and she would not attempt to break the age restriction.

On the other hand, in the great hall, the professors stayed behind.

Dumbledore and Moody were talking, and Moody answered gruffly, in a loud voice: "Yes, Arthur and the rest arrived just in time to scare off the sneak attackers by showing up early!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise: "You were attacked this morning?" It suddenly occurred to her that Moody had been in constant trouble since he retired, often suspecting dark wizards were assassinating him. Even if someone just walked along with him for a while, he would suddenly draw his wand against the other party and loudly question why he was stalking him.

This kind of thing happened not once or twice, for this reason, Moody was forced to leave the community and live in a remote place, which appears to be a muggle community.

Right now, McGonagall wondered if he might simply be being over-sensitive.

"How can it be false!" Moody yelled, "A bunch of scumbags, trying to sneak up on me while I'm sleeping, but who am I? I guarded against that for a long time, but those scum were really not that weak, they blocked me inside my house, and as a last resort, I blew up two garbage bins to attract attention."

He said in a thick voice, his false eyes darting around in his eye sockets, looking at people squarely in the eyes, a very few Professors looked at him.

"Did you get a good look at who it was, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked mildly.

"No, I'm old, Albus." Moody patted his fake leg and said reluctantly, "If only it had been a few years earlier ..."

At last, the line of sight between his two eyes came together in one place, and he looked at Felix, calmly: "I can only offer advice now, and use my past experience to put on a show."

Felix calmly looked back, while appeasing a somewhat agitated Niffler. It is his first time meeting Moody in person, after having heard of his famous, dazzling name.

It could be said that Alastor Moody had brought a large part of Barty Crouch's fame to fruition. He had been Crouch's sharpest sword, the best in the history of the Ministry of Magic, specializing in capturing dark wizards, and half of Azkaban's cells had been filled by him.

Just like the psychological shadow he left on a considerable number of dark wizards, he also left a strong personal mark on the Ministry of Magic's Auror office.

Except that after a great deal of dangerous encounters, he became somewhat paranoid, if not overly paranoid, but that still didn't stop him from becoming an icon in the minds of most of the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic - the equivalent of St. Mungo's former dean Dorothea Bonham, if the analogy were to be made.

Of course, with his rude, grumpy, and tactless personality, he did offend many people, making it difficult for him to stay in the Ministry of Magic and hold a management position.

From tough, brave, tried and true Auror to now acutely sensitive as well as paranoid with a bit of neurosis ...

This is the image of "Mad-Eye" Moody that Felix perceived after a brief encounter. Oh, and there's his catchphrase - "Constant Vigilance!"

"Constant Vigilance!" Moody suddenly shouted, startling the rest. As he walked like nothing happened, and walked out of the great hall.

Felix looked at Dumbledore: "Headmaster, you just said that you prepared some exchange activities?"

"Ah, yes." Dumbledore had been listening quietly, now he seemed to have finally returned to his senses, and his pleasant gaze swept over the crowd, "That is why I have kept you behind."

He nodded slightly and said with a little thought face: "Ilvermorny and Uagadou were both participating in the Tournament for the first time, which makes ... them more enthusiastic like young people. They are not satisfied with having to spend almost a year just for the sake of this one tournament, the headmaster of Ilvermorny wants to bring students from different schools into closer contact."

"Exchange students?"

"It's close enough, Felix." Dumbledore nodded, "But this time it's one-sided, they want to observe Hogwarts classes, and beyond that-" he smiled, "I think they also have the intention of competing with the students of Hogwarts ."

The professors looked at each other, meaning that their classes would be open to students from other schools?

Professor McGonagall, as the Deputy Headmistress, thought of more about it, and she pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowed, as she said solemnly, "Dumbledore, what you said about a competition, it wouldn't be - A Provocation! Right?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his silver-white beard twitched for a moment, "There are many things that can be compared, not just physical power, and that's the worst option." He smiled and said, "I would rather like to maintain a welcoming attitude towards this, let the students see the outside world, and grow a little."

"I remember, seven or eight years ago, we also had contact with the Castelobruxo School of Magic, when many students from both sides had developed a deep friendship. Felix, you should have some recollection, right?" He asked with a smirk.

Felix bristled, "I don't have a pen pal from Brazil."

...

After the professors dispersed, Felix and Snape walked out of the great hall, as Snape's face turned grim, "You have to watch out for that guy, don't let him target you."

"You mean Professor Moody?" Felix asked with some curiosity, "He seems pretty decent--"

"That's a lunatic who could cast a curse at you at any time for unwarranted suspicion." Snape said coldly, "He has never walked out of it! To this day, he still passes every day as if it's a War Time!"

"I don't understand why Dumbledore brought him in, even another Lockhart would be better than him."

Snape waved his sleeve and strutted away.

Felix watched Snape's back, and further away, Moody was limping forward, but with Snape walking faster, they didn't bump into each other, and in the entrance hall, Snape stepped into the basement while Moody staggered up the stairs.

When he raised his arm, in addition to the curved flask at his waist, Felix keenly noted a wand that showed halfway up his sleeve, strapped right around his arm.

"Constant Vigilance? Quite a physical effort."

...

The next day.

The storm finally subsided and the rain subsided. Hogwarts ushered a new school year.

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