The next morning at 9:30, Diagonal Alley No. 126a.

At the entrance of a low white building, Felix smiled and shook hands with a woman in a purple dress and said goodbye.

"No need to give it to you, ma'am. I'm honored to continue working with you."

"Oh ~ Mr. Hepp, you are too modest, your books are always so illuminating."

Felix walked down the dark brown wooden steps and merged into the crowd. At this moment, his heart felt relaxed, 'The first book was negotiated, and there was almost no effort.'

‘But next is the highlight.’

He walked along Diagon Alley, turned a corner in front of Gulinge Bank, turned to another fork, and counted the door numbers all the way.

"13a, 14b, 15a on the south side of Diagon Alley...so, the 15b shop should be opposite." Felix turned around and saw a seven-story building.

The building was dirty and disrepaired, and the letters on it fell off. He barely recognized a letter of L, which cast a shadow on his subsequent collaboration.

In the gap between the building and the house next to it, there are a row of huge trash cans, with the same letter marks of L.C.A.

He followed the pitch-black stairs to the second floor, pushed open an oak door full of scratches, and a noisy, noisy and silly sound broke into his ears.

He seemed to have come to another world, with dense colorful comic strips hanging on the walls, which covered the walls themselves tightly.

The protagonists of the drawing are mostly a little boy with a beret and a striped shirt. He is active in different scenes: being chased by a group of tree-protecting pots; constantly waving with a small wooden stick in his hand; riding a one-horned rhino, turning excitedly to greet his companions; standing on the roof of a farmhouse in a wizard's cloak...

But Felix could also see that these paintings were a bit old, and some of the drawings had faded, and a few pictures in the corners had purple mold.

All this shows that this publishing house was once glorious, but now it is a bit down and out.

"Is anyone? Mr. Andys?" Felix shouted.

After a long time, a door was pushed open by him, and the door was hidden in layers of drawings, and Felix didn't notice it for a moment.

A thin middle-aged witch stared at him with a beard, and he asked in a strong nasal voice: "Felix Happ?"

"It's me, I think you are Mr. Andys? We made an appointment."

The witch let go of the door handle and said, "Come in, it's a little messy inside." He retreated back on his own.

Felix frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. He followed the witch into the room, which emitted an unpleasant smell, and all kinds of debris were piled up randomly. He also saw a few plates of leftover rice in the corner.

This made his scalp numb, and he subconsciously wanted the phantom to move away from here.

The only thing that comforted him was that he saw fresh paint and canvas in this place that barely counted as a studio, and the half of the drawings on it were excellent.

He decided to get a little deeper, but the premise was that the room was in line with his aesthetic.

"Clean it! Clean it! Sweep it wildly!"

Felix waved his wand repeatedly to clear out all kinds of garbage in the room. A sudden strong wind blew repeatedly in the small room. The windows made a "Gragra" sound, and the tables and chairs were shaking desperately, but the dust and dirt on it were quickly peeled off and swept into the strong wind, and finally formed a turbid air mass.

He pushed open the window and flew a silver swift out of the tip of his wand. "Do me a favor, I remember seeing a trash can when I came in." The swift nodded at him, flapping his wings and flew out of the window, followed by a long gray dragon.

"You, you..." The witch named Andes looked at Felix in a daze, her tongue knotted for a moment.

"Please sit, Mr. Andys." Felix waved his wand and pushed the cleaned chair in front of him.

Andys sat down with a blank expression. He looked around and realized for a while, "It seems that this is my home?" He muttered in a low voice, then blushed and started yelling angrily.

Felix sat opposite him, and said calmly: "Mr. Andys, let's talk short. Since you agreed to this visit, I think you have a need for external contributions."

"And as your potential partner, I have the power to make demands on you at least until you explicitly refuse."

"you……"

Felix knocked the ring with his wand and a stack of drawings flew out from it, "This is my manuscript, "The Adventures of the Little Wizard Mikki", which I mentioned in my letter. You can take a look first, and then you will decide whether we will continue to talk. I don't want to waste both parties' time."

The witch opposite him held the drawing and looked at him with confusion.

"What are you waiting for?"

The male witch swallowed and said dryly, "No, nothing."

He quickly looked down and at the same time labeled Felix in his heart, a wizard with a strong personality.

The witch decided to pick out a few shortcomings and quickly drive him away. If he is not satisfied, he will run to the street to ask for help...

As time passed by little, Andys became serious from the beginning of carelessness. He made various comments from time to time.

“It’s not bad.”

"It's interesting."

"What is this? Mo... Tian... Wheel? How does it rotate? Isn't it really magic?"

"Oh my God, two glasses of water can turn red by pouring them together? I guess it's the effect of some kind of transparent potion."

I don't know when he pulled the chair next to Felix and started discussing it with him.

"I like this, I think it's very wise-"

Felix looked over and said that it was the scene where the little wizard Mick and his newly met Muggle friend went to the store to buy clothes:

"What should I say?" Mick, the little wizard, looked at the dazzling array of clothes in the store and asked fearfully: "I don't understand at all, I am a fool from the countryside."

"Don't worry, I don't understand either, but my mom told me a trick," said his friend.

The little wizard Mick looked at his companion confidently and said to the clerk: "My friend has only a budget of £15, but he needs a top, a pair of pants, and better with a bow tie. Can you do it, ladies?"

The young clerk smiled and said, "Of course, little gentleman." She looked at the figure of the little wizard Mick and turned to get the appropriate clothes.

His companion smiled at the little wizard Mick, "How is it, it's not difficult, right?"

...

After about half an hour, Felix asked him, "What do you think?"

Andys' expression became smarter, and he quickly judged the value of the manuscript. After seven or eight minutes, he hesitated: "Frankly, I can't be sure."

He added: "Personally, this is a pretty interesting kids comic book, but I'm not so confident in my own eyes. You can see that this publishing house has been brilliant, but since I took over, it has failed more than a dozen times. Finally, I had to release the 30th anniversary of the used book."

"Mr. Andys, I haven't asked you yet, what do the three letters L.C.A mean?" Felix asked.

"It is the abbreviation of the names of the three founders, and A is Andes, who was founded by my grandfather and two of his good friends." The witch said.

"The company's representative work "The Adventures of Martin Migus"..."

"It was my grandfather's idea, and it was his personal experience. When he was a child, he once received a Muggle boy who had missed the magic world. They played happily for a week and were discovered. The Ministry of Magic staff eliminated the boy's memory and sent him back to his home."

Felix nodded in a clear way. He took out a few pieces of parchment from the ring, which were filled with various forms and data. The parchment was floating and sticking to the wall.

"Mr. Andys, I cannot prove that this manuscript will definitely help your publisher turn over, but we can use data analysis. Since your company was founded, it has published a total of seventeen comic strips. Of course, "The Adventures of Martin Migus" is the most famous. I got some data from my friend who was in charge of publishing publications in the Ministry of Magic. It can be clearly seen that relatively novel content will be more popular..."

"At the same time, this manuscript, which is positioned as a children's publication, does not appear young or childish, and is also very friendly to adults. If you want, we can cooperate."

Andys actually doesn't have many choices unless he wants to continue eating leftovers from thirty years ago.

Therefore, when Felix gave him a reasonable reason, he naturally agreed. Their initial plan was very conservative, and they published a hundred books first to try it out, and even if it failed, it would be harmless.

At best, Andys wasted a little time, but what he lacked the least now was time.

After finalizing the cooperation, Andys showed him his ancestral skills. He painted and changed one of Felix's drawings, and then tapped them with a magic wand. Soon, the whole picture was filled with color and the drawings became more refined.

In the picture, a little boy stood on a huge Ferris wheel, looking down at the window, and next to him was a half-chewed vanilla ice cream floating in the air.

Half an hour later, Felix walked out of the L.C.A building and he was in a very happy mood.

He was preparing to return to the office through the public fireplace in Diagon Alley, so that he would not have to move to the forbidden forest and to go a little further. But at this moment—

"Professor Hayp?"
Chapter completed!