Saturday, February 4, 9:30 am.

Felix was dressed neatly, standing in the fireplace, and in a bright green flame, his figure disappeared from the office.

When Felix came out of the public fireplace, he had arrived at Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is the most famous magic business district in the British magic world, which brings together many famous shops, bars, offices and large enterprises.

Guling Pavilion, the Burning Cauldron Bar, the General Office of the Prophet Daily, as well as the Olivande, Madame Mojin's robe, Lihen Bookstore, Pharmacy, etc., which are closely related to the little wizards.

But Felix just passed by, and he patted the dust on his body with his top hat. The next second, he used the phantom to move directly into a dark, narrow alley.

As Felix walked out of the alley, he was standing on a very deserted street, with only a few low-looking office buildings that looked dilapidated, a tavern and a dusty antique car.

He walked a distance and came to a red telephone booth against the wall - it looked quite bad, broken, with large pieces of red paint falling off, and several pieces of glass shattered. No one who was slightly more normal would have any idea of ​​finding out.

But Felix walked in, he picked up the microphone hanging crookedly, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, the voice of a cold woman echoed in the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please name your name and do things."

Felix said calmly: "Felix Hepp, invited to attend the award ceremony of Mockles Belby."

"Thank you," said the woman in a cold voice, "guest, please pick up the badge and don't be in front of your clothes."

A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot, which read: Felix Hepp, temporarily invited to visit.

"Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be inspected at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall."

Felix pinned the badge on his robe. His thought at the moment was, is this woman really a real person?

But the ground of the telephone booth suddenly trembled and he slowly sank into the ground. For about a minute, the telephone booth stopped.

"Ministry hopes you have a good day," said the woman's voice.

The door suddenly opened, and Felix walked out, and there was a magnificent hall in front of him.

He walked on the dark floor where light could be seen, with a row of gold-plated fireplaces embedded on both sides. For the official ministry of the Ministry of Magic, this was their way of commuting.

It may be the weekend, and there are not many people, but there are also wizards in groups of three or three. A young man with acne-faced face passed by him, holding a stack of shaky parchment in his arms.

Felix looked at his back, the one who seemed to be his acquaintance just now?

He shook his head, walked past the fountain in the middle of the foyer, and came to a table. Behind the table was a wizard with a peacock blue robe and a very shaved beard.

Above his head was a sign that said "Safety Inspection".

Felix tapped the table with his nails, "Good morning, sir, I'll register the wand." The witch raised her head and put down the "Prophet Daily" in her hand.

"Come here." The wizard said in a listless tone.

Felix approached him, and the witch raised a long golden rod as thin as a car's antenna, which he used to scan Felix's chest from top to bottom.

"Wand." The security wizard muttered and reached out his hand.

Felix flipped his wrist and popped a wand out of his sleeve.

The male witch was stunned, "I saw many Aurors hiding their wands like this. Are you a new Auror?"

"I'm at Hogwarts." Felix said briefly.

"Oh, that's a good job..." The witch's attitude became much more enthusiastic. "My name is Eric Munch, I usually take charge of security checks, and occasionally do guard work."

"Felix, you can call me that."

Eric threw his wand on a brass machine that looked like a balance. The machine began to vibrate slightly.

The wizard Tan Xingzhengnong: "What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Katelborn is going to retire. Are you still there? His class is so bad. When I was in school..."

"Mr. Munge," Felix interrupted him, "Professor Kettleborn is still teaching the little wizard, I am responsible for the ancient magical text."

As far as he knows, Professor Keitelborn is indeed going to retire, but the candidate to replace him is ready-made - Ruber Hager.

Dumbledore was actively rehabilitating him and restoring his reputation. But it seemed that it was not going well, because the murderer who opened the secret room had not been caught yet, and Felix had already planned to throw out the diary at the right time.

But this matter must be ranked behind Dubi. Otherwise, there would be a mistake in the middle, and he would probably not see the reckless elf.

In fact, Dumbledore can solve the problem of restoring his reputation and hiring a professor himself. He only needs to lift a mouth at a holiday dinner. But if Hegel wants to use the wand openly, he must be recognized by the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic has always been a representative of stubbornness.

"Ding!" A narrow parchment quickly spit out from the bottom opening of the brass machine. Eric pulled the paper off and read the words on it.

"Thirteen inches, ebony, the core of the stick is a dragon heart string, and it has been used for ten years. Right?"

"Very accurate." Felix said gently.

"I keep this," said the wizard, poking the parchment stick on a small brass nail. "Take this back." He grabbed the wand.

"Thanks."

"Wait," Eric stopped in mid-air with his hand, and through the table, he carefully looked at the badge on Felix's chest.

He said slowly: "I remember you just mentioned that your name is Felix, Felix Hepp? The one who promoted the 87th duel agreement..."

Eric Munch's nose became rosy and his wings expanded excitedly, as if he had seen something amazing.

"Can you tell me, what did you think at that time? I mean, that's one of the 28 pure blood! Although I can't stand them either - I'm a mixed-race, they still make sense for hundreds of years. But now one of them has left Britain forever, which is really a pity..." he said endlessly.

Felix reached out his hand calmly, and the black jade-like magic wand in the witch flew into his hand with a "swoosh" sound, "I'm in a hurry, I'll have a chance to chat." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned and left.

Felix took the elevator to the second floor. He followed the door sign's guidance and passed the Magic Law Enforcement Department, the Prohibited Abuse of the Magic Law, the Prohibited Abuse of the Muggle Items, the Office of the Investigation and Confiscation of the False and Substantial Defensive Spell and Protective Supplies, and finally found the Office of the Wisengamo Affairs.

On the left side of the office are two oak doors that open to the inside, which look very heavy. There is a conspicuous sign hanging on the door - Living Room No. 3.
Chapter completed!