Felix returned to the office and it was already late at night, and the windows were blown by the wind.

He sat on a chair, his eyes drifting across a corner of the table, where there was a stack of photos.

Felix picked up the photo, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked quietly at the seven photos, most of which were Helena's solo photos. She always smiled quietly, but the angles were different.

Only in the photo with him, what he said at the time, Helena showed a funny expression, and there was a clear way to cover her mouth in the photo.

Felix's fingers brushed across the photo, her hair turned burgundy, and he then received the photo into the ring.

“The journey is smooth, Helena.”

...

The next morning, a strong wind blew in Hogwarts, and Felix was awakened early. He walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas. The light in the office was very dim and it was pitch black outside.

The windows were raging with strong winds, making an overwhelming squeak.

Felix snapped his fingers, and the window seemed to be a whole, and the sound suddenly weakened, but the sound of the strong wind hitting the castle walls was helpless.

Through the window, you can vaguely see the branches of trees swaying in the distance.

"I don't want to think about this kind of weather at all," he muttered, huddling lazily on the sofa.

Felix hooked his finger, and the suitcase in the corner popped up suddenly, and boxes of film floated in the air and passed by his eyes, "Tsk! I've seen it all."

"I remember there was a very famous movie series. I wonder if it was released. What's the name?"

"The Legend of Nagini?"

Felix shook his head and brought in a fairy tale book, "The Adventures of Campa" from the cabinet beside the wall, one of the gifts he received on Christmas.

The protagonist of the story is named Ronin Campa, a ten-year-old preparatory wizard.

His parents were both employees of the Ministry of Magic. They were very busy at work and often asked their neighbors to take care of him. However, he didn't like the cats raised by his neighbors and ran out secretly.

Campa originally wanted to stroll around Diagon Alley, but she accidentally entered the overturned alley and was taken away by the black witch with a phantom.

Fortunately, the witty Campa used a small trick to deceive the witch and escaped successfully. Then she avoided the pursuit of the black witch, while making friends and trying to go home.

Felix found that if you don’t think much about logic, such as why the witch’s subordinates have three cats, their names are still ‘Knight’, ‘Mahi’ and ‘Morey’, and they always find Campa before the witch, and are driven away by the magical animal friends that Campa has made new friends, etc., etc., etc., etc., actually quite interesting.

He watched with relish, and finished it in less than an hour.

"I don't know if this type of book is popular among the little wizard group. I should investigate it. If the response is good, I can refer to it and complete my new book."

"As for the plot..." He glanced at the Adventures of Campa at hand, "a story about a ten-year-old wizard sent to Muggle school by his busy working parents, living, studying, and making friends in an unfamiliar environment."

"Well, this quasi-wizard grew up in a magical family and is not familiar with the outside world. With his eyes, readers can see a lot of interesting things."

"It's better to have some dynamic photos."

Felix casually wrote the plot, and it was finally dawn.

Harry woke up and listened to the whimpering sound of the wind in his ears. He rubbed his glasses and looked carefully through the window.

"It's windy, too, it's already March." He muttered.

Ron was still asleep. Today was Sunday. Harry didn't call him, put on his clothes and came to the common room with his schoolbag.

There are still a lot of Quidditch training in the afternoon, and he must hurry up and finish his homework.

When he came to the common room, it was empty, with only three or two people, but he saw Hermione without surprise.

She was holding a carving knife to carve the magic text. From Harry's perspective, it was already very decent. The light brown carving knife tip flowed out of the scorching magic power.

Burning symbols are left on the chestnut wood chips.

"How is it going?" Harry asked after she stopped.

Hermione gave him an ambiguous answer: "It's pretty good, but I haven't succeeded in it once."

"Is that?" Harry didn't understand this sentence much: "It looks quite intimidating, and it feels like a wizard in a fairy tale."

"Harry, you're a wizard."

"I'm talking about the legend of the wizard in the Muggle world." As for Hogwarts, Harry thought about himself, who was desperately trying to do his homework, and it was difficult to have the mood to think about the question of whether God was mysterious.

When Harry was writing his herbal essay, the howling sound outside the tower never stopped, interrupting his thoughts several times. This made him very upset. He suddenly raised his head and asked expectantly: "Hermione, do you think our herbal essay will be cancelled if it was still the same weather on Monday?"

Hermione said: "I don't think you'd better expect today's training to be cancelled, and I'm curious about how Mandrah ran into someone else's pots. Professor Sprout said that it's almost these few days, and I don't want to miss it."

In the last herbal lesson last week, several mandela grasses held a lively, noisy dance party in the third greenhouse, which made Professor Sprout very happy.

"When they want to move into someone else's pots, we know they're fully mature," she said. "Then we can bring the poor little wizard and Felch's cat to life in the hospital ward."

Harry muttered: "Wood will definitely not cancel the training, I have confidence in him."

When Ron got up, the three of them packed their things and went to the auditorium for breakfast.

Ron pointed to the crowd at Ravenclaw College and said, "They don't look very interested."

Harry said uncertainly: "Maybe the ghost of their academy disappeared?" He thought for a while, although he was unhappy at Nick's 500th anniversary party, if Nick suddenly disappeared, he would definitely be sad about it.

At this moment, a silver figure rushed into the auditorium and smashed Slytherin's student with a stack of chalk heads.

He laughed loudly, and suddenly disappeared when no one could react.

The three of them looked at each other in a daze. After a long time, Ron said, "Merlin, no one cares about Pipi's ghost?"

As we all know, only Blood Barrow and Dumbledore can control Pipi, and he only maintains limited respect when facing the professor.

"But I think it's pretty good." Ron happily inserted a piece of bacon when he looked at the embarrassed little wizard of Slytherin, especially when Malfoy was inside.

Hermione said worriedly: "Now Pipi is targeting Slytherin, and it won't be certain in a while."
Chapter completed!