Felix politely and firmly rejected the communication request made by the current dean of St. Mungo, "Sorry, taking one morning a week is the limit of my spare time, and I also have to spend time summarizing the treatment plan of the Longbottoms."

Standing at the door of St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, Felix revealed the latest treatment progress to Mrs. Longbottom, "At three treatments, they will reach the critical value of recovery.

At that time, I will tie the process of their memory recovery by using the emotions of Frank and Alice as a bond.

As long as one of the people’s self-resilience is stimulated, the other will also benefit.”

The old lady Longbottom was entangled with her hands. She suppressed her inner excitement and asked rationally: "There will be no accidents, will it be that this bond drag down the other one?"

Felix smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Longbottom. If it were two strangers, this method was indeed inappropriate, but Frank and Alice were different. After so long treatment, I'm sure they are the most important people in each other's lives..."

After parting with Mrs. Longbottom, he took the way to Diagon Alley. The L.C.A building has been completely renewed at this moment. The dilapidated and old building surface is painted with a dazzling rainbow color, constantly attracting the attention of passers-by.

On the re-established plaque, a little boy snatching the small window of the Ferris wheel smiled happily.

He could also see several children from seven or eight years old next to him pointing at the huge plaque, hanging himself in the arms of his parents, screaming excitedly.

‘It looks like Andys and Dobby are doing a good job.’

The foyer on the first floor was repurposed, and when Felix walked into the building, a young witch came forward, "Hello, sir, is there anything that can help you?"

"I'll look for Andys." Felix said briefly.

“You are”

"Felix Happ, shareholder of this company."

The young witch's eyes lit up, "Mr. Happ, please go here to the third floor. Mr. Andys said hello. No matter what time you are, you can find him directly."

“Isn’t his room on the second floor?”

"The second floor has been converted into a production office, with twenty skilled painters inside, all of whom were old employees of L.C.A comic strip publishing house," the witch introduced.

"You know very clearly?"

"My father used to work for Mr. Andys' grandfather, but the publishing house became worse and worse, and many people left. Now, the company has regained its vitality and a considerable number of people have been invited back." The witch said happily.

Felix nodded, and he was led to a long and narrow office on the third floor. Andys was talking with an old wizard in a lively manner. He stared at him and shouted, "We need to speed up the progress! There are three more publishers from other countries who are looking for cooperation."

The old wizard also replied loudly in a rough voice: "There is not enough manpower, little Andys! I also hope to speed up the progress, but it is difficult to find a skilled painter. I have summoned the old employees as much as possible."

“We can raise ourselves.”

"A good idea, but the far water cannot save the near fire."

When they finished chatting, Felix walked forward, Andys's eyes lit up, he opened his arms and hugged him hard, and said with complaints: "Oh my God, our great heroes and the major shareholders are finally willing to come and take a look!"

"Honestly, how long has it been since you took a shower?" Felix subconsciously took a step back. The smell was so sluggish that he gave Andys a cleanup. "I don't care, isn't this how much? He can represent me, right, what about others?"

"Downstairs, he holds multiple positions and works hard... Where did you find the house elf? Let me introduce one to me."

"Stop kidding." Felix shook his head, "I'm here today to see if you're in trouble and whether you need my help to solve it."

"You see, too," Andys shrugged, "understand it's the biggest problem. Unless you can find a large number of employees."

"Are there any specific requirements?"

"As an experienced and skilled painter, we can train ourselves if we don't have it, but we have to endure hardships... After all, this job is a bit boring."

Felix thought for a while and called Dobby over.

Dobby was still wearing his little suit, but his mental outlook had been very different, "Great, generous Mr. Hayp!" he screamed excitedly.

Felix automatically translated his words into greetings, "You are good, Dobby." He said with a serious look on his face: "Listen, Dobby, I have an idea, I need you to help me with some advice."

"It's a honor to be happy to serve you!"

Felix paused for a moment, but he was still not used to the elves' speaking style: "The publishing house currently lacks staff. I want to ask you, do you still know some domestic elves, and they don't have the kind of master?"

Dobby looked at him in a puzzled way, his eyes as big as tennis balls were full of hesitation, he twisted his body uneasy, "Some, sir. Some..."

"Is there any obstacle?" Felix asked calmly.

"They are not in good condition. For domestic elves, losing their master means losing everything. They are often hit hard and unable to recover."

"Doby, can you convince them to work for me?"

Dobi widened his eyes, "Is it OK? Dobi has been thinking... Oh, Dobi is too greedy, but Dobi has been hesitating whether to mention it..."

Felix laughed, "They worked for me, and I paid them, and it sounds fair."

His thoughts were more than that. From the previous conversation with Andys, he found that Dobi's status was a bit awkward, and it was difficult for the elves to direct wizards directly. They were usually commanded, so Dobi did more auxiliary work, or was temporarily pulled out by Andys to act as a facade and deal with wizards of the pure blood family.

This is not what he wants.

"Doby," Felix looked at him seriously, "you help me find the free elves, whether they are wild or expelled, I don't care. You are responsible for convinceing them that they will bring them to me every time they have enough. If there is no problem, they can get a formal job and all of them are under your management."

Dobi blinked his big eyes and kept nodding, and he was so excited that he burst into tears.

"Dobi, Dobi is honored!"

This made Felix feel a little strange.

‘It’s just about getting what you need. The elves are perfectly competent for repetitive work. And using Dubi to manage other domestic elves is a win-win situation.’

...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the snow, Felix came to Hogsmeade's Pig Head Bar.

This bar hidden in the alley looks inconspicuous, and the pig head sign sways constantly in the cold wind.

Standing at the door, wearing a cloak, hood and mask, Felix couldn't help but laugh. Why did he always think of this first when it comes to underground trading?

Maybe it is because the guests here are very popular to hide their faces?

Pighead Bar is equivalent to a semi-open black market. The bar owner is not very responsible and allows some shameful transactions to be carried out here. It is even possible to regard this indulgence as a way to attract customers.

He also saw the figure of the dementor from afar, two of them in a group, constantly patrolling.

But it is a bit hilarious that some dementors are obviously shorter than their companions.

"I didn't expect to meet a familiar monster..."

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