Felix came to his senses.

"Oh, I thought a little deeper." He had just associated the idea of ​​the twins with the mobile phones of later generations, so he put some of his mind in the thinking room and deduced it.

This function similar to "SMS" can be solved completely. It is not in vain to read so many alchemy books in the library.

But above this, if he wants to implement more complex functions, it is not easy to do it.

After all, a hundred years or a thousand years ago wizard did not have that big brains, and there were too many things that he needed to study and practice independently.

But...why? Why do you have to leave it all to yourself?

He stared at the twins. If he had just regarded the two as potential little wizards in the past, his current idea was, how should he cultivate them so as not to waste their talents?

Maybe you can see magical mobile phones becoming popular in the future?

Felix has always been a very purposeful person, but he does not refuse to make the magic world better.

Especially when it doesn't take too much effort.

He said to the twins: "Of course I can tell you the answer directly, and even complete your ideas directly, but I hope to cultivate your abilities."

Felix took out a piece of parchment paper, wrote down a string of titles, and marked the page number.

"This is a reference book list, which contains everything you want - two of them are stored in the forbidden book area, and I'll give you another batch of notes."

"Thank you very much, Professor Hayp." The twins said exaggeratedly, looking at their excitement, it seemed that they were about to rush up to hug him in the next second.

Felix waved his hand quickly—

"Also, regarding the materials, you can consider the materials used for the wand body."

"Professor, do you have any recommendations?"

"In terms of personal sense, I like ebony, like black jade." Felix showed them the wand on his hands, "but reason tells me that it is better to choose chestnut, its nature is very mild and has no specific tendency."

The twins left happily.

After the second class in the afternoon, Felix went straight to the auditorium. On the way, he saw a group of little wizards gathering together. Professor McGonagall stood in the middle of the crowd. Her lips were pursed together tightly, and her expression was quite serious.

Which little wizard is in trouble again?

When Felix approached, he noticed that there were three creatures in front of Professor McGonagall. They were so short that they were covered by the little wizards.

It turned out to be a dwarf, and Felix felt very novel.

They have dark green skin, usually no more than one meter in height, and have a rough and fierce face. Even when their faces are expressionless, they exudes a gloomy feeling.

When Felix saw the dwarf, he remembered a person - Faris Spavin. The former Minister of Magic set two records: one was to be the throne of the Minister of Magic at the age of 109, and the other was that he was in power for 38 years.

Almost a hundred years have passed since then, but these two records have not been broken yet.

One of his weird behaviors was that when he delivered a speech at the 'Witcher and Friendship Conference of All Races', he told a vulgar joke about "horse man, ghost and dwarfs walking into the bar", which aroused the dissatisfaction of the horses and secretly assassinated him.

...

Felix stood outside the circle and had been arguing with Professor McGonagall about a dwarf with the most gloomy face, who seemed to be the leader among them, with a dirty bag on his back and dancing and talking.

"Madam, we received the invitation, you can't cancel it!"

Professor McGonagall said impatiently: "I have said it for the third time. It was Lohart who invited you, but he is about to be tried by Wiesengamor."

"But...but...we have a lot of talents, I'll show you."

The dwarf opened the ragged bag behind him, took out a pair of golden wings from it and carried it on his back, and picked up a small harp.

The other two dwarfs beat the beats with a gloomy face and made stiff dance moves.

So, the little wizards were surprised to see a gloomy "Little God of Love" wearing golden wings and carrying a harp on his back singing—

"Ali Lala~"

"We are the messengers of love~"

"Help others in the calves all the way, and he will never hesitate to work hard~"

"Confession of passing love~"

Felix suddenly froze. He stared at the three dwarfs in a daze, his hair standing up uncontrollably.

The other little wizards felt almost the same. Harry's face seemed to be cramping, and Ron grinned and leaned back desperately.

Hermione listened expressionlessly, but her lips were pursed tightly, looking seven-point similar to Professor McGonagall.

Harry thought silently, if anyone sent this guy to confess to him, he would definitely be ashamed to the point of disappearing into steam.

After singing an awkward paragraph, the dwarf stopped. During the process, Professor McGonagall's lips kept trembling, "You...you..."

"Madam, we are professionals. I can also make a dance, sing and dancing..." The dwarf's face twisted left and right, as if looking for a target. In which direction his eyes fell, there would be a gap in which direction.

Finally, the dwarf's eyes kept moving between Harry and Felix.

Felix's heart tightened. Few people could give him a feeling of tension, but the dwarf in front of him undoubtedly did this.

He strode out, and quietly cast a silent spell in his wand in his hand - "Silent."

The dwarf opened his mouth but couldn't make any noise. He touched his throat in panic.

"Professor McGonagall, what happened?"

McGonagall said helplessly: "The special program prepared by Gidro Lohart for Valentine's Day - dressing up the dwarf as a little god of love and confessing to the students on Valentine's Day."

"..." Felix said: "He's really thinking about it for a long time. It's been almost half a month since he was arrested."

Professor McGonagall said: "In fact, he booked in advance a month ago, as they said," she snorted at the dwarf, "they are very popular."

She cleared her throat and said to the dwarf: "You are not signing a cooperation with Hogwarts, so I regretfully-" Professor McGonagall couldn't speak.

Several dwarves were crying in tears. This was a strange picture - they were crying silently with serious and gloomy faces, which made the onlookers feel very complicated, and they were neither smiling nor sympathetic.

"We are willing to give discounts..." said the Dwarf in the head. "It's too difficult, our team will not have enough food."

Finally, Professor McGonagall took them away, so let Dumbledore have a headache.

Not long after, the latest news came-

Dumbledore agreed to the Dwarfs perform at the Valentine's Day banquet, but refused to help them deliver love letters and read confessions for free.
Chapter completed!