In the old town of London, the city cemetery, in the evening, the sun still has the last trace of stubbornness and is unwilling to go down.

Felix was standing in front of a tombstone in a dark windbreaker.

"Locke," Felix murmured, "You must be very surprised, what happened today. Only when I face you can I open my heart..."

"I did a good thing and saved a pair of war heroes; but I seemed to have done something that was not that good. I tried my best to plan and thought I could control people's hearts, but the result was contrary to what I expected."

"I understand what Dumbledore wants to express is nothing more than the blessing of negative emotions and positive emotions on magic, and it is so obscure..." He curled his lips.

"I also made great progress in black magic by relying on negative emotions. Although I gave up later, I found that it has never been far away from me."

"I couldn't help but envy him when I saw Neville."

"He has parents and classmates to care for him. Even if he is not talented, he has friendly classmates to help and encourage him. He is bullied by people from other colleges, and some people stand up for him."

Felix whispered, "I know I should be happy. It was made by me, but, Locke, I feel lonely."

"Why wasn't I so lucky back then?"

His windbreaker was swept without wind, and the deep black magic power naturally spread out, scattering his teeth and claws behind him, but was bound to a certain range by him.

Although Felix has always claimed to be calm and rational, he is also unavoidable.

Among the people he knew, Snape knew him best. Snape said to him: "Is anyone really entering your heart?" He changed the subject at that time.

The answer is of course no.

It was getting darker and people passed by in the cemetery from time to time, but they just put down their bouquets and left quietly after a few minutes of silence until-

"Felix Felix Happ?" A strange voice came from behind him.

Felix turned around in surprise. He did not unexpectedly see a young man and woman, but was surprised that they knew their names.

They are obviously ordinary people.

Felix stared at the man who was making noise for a moment and said tentatively: "Jim?"

The man laughed: "It's hard for you to remember me. You were only nine years old when I left the orphanage?"

"I have always had a good memory." Felix shrugged, "How did you recognize me?"

Jim said, "Brunette, standing in front of Alvin's tombstone again, I was right at the same age. I tried to guess, and it was true." He introduced the woman beside him and said, "This is my wife, Rebecca."

Rebecca is a passionate and cheerful red-haired woman. She looked at Felix and gently hit Jim's chest: "You haven't said that you have such a handsome friend."

Jim complained: "We haven't seen each other for a long time. He was just a little bitch and had a lot of bad water..."

"Are you so bad, ah?" Rebecca said.

"Ahem, I mean, quirky. He took half-aged children to set up traps against gangsters very early, and was very famous in the orphanage at that time."

Felix looked at them and joked: "Your relationship is so good...who is here today?"

Jim said, "I just returned to London to visit Rebecca's grave. I saw you when I came out. I was not sure at that time, so I walked around it. The light on the other side was a little dim and I couldn't see it very clearly."

Felix immediately withdrew the magic power that spread around him. Jim shook his head. Is it an illusion? The light seemed to be lit up a little.

Jim sent an invitation to Felix, "We are going to visit the old dean. Rebecca hasn't seen the dean yet, are you together?"

"Of course." Felix said in a good manner.

The three of them got into a taxi and walked through the streets and alleys. Felix looked at the street view strangely, and some orange lights were already on.

"Felix, haven't asked you, where do you work?"

"I used to be in London, and now I've been to Scotland and can come back once a year."

Rebecca said in surprise: "It's the new company Neil. It's very famous now. Why did it leave?"

Felix smiled: "I found a more suitable option."

The taxi parked in front of an old house in the old city, with mottled shadows on the walls and ice and snow covering the courtyard.

"Dean, we're here to see you." Jim shouted excitedly. After a while, a little old man with white hair walked out.

The old man put on glasses on his chest and looked at him carefully: "Jim," he looked at the side again and smiled: "Lucky Felix, it's you. Didn't you come a few months ago?"

"I've come back when I have something to do, and I'll come together when I meet Jim." Felix said, and he changed the subject, "Let's go into the house and talk, Jim comes with his wife."

Sitting on the old brown sofa, Felix almost wanted to attract beer from the refrigerator directly, but fortunately he stopped this idea in time.

Very lingering ~ almost exposed ~

Four people were drinking cold beer and chatting casually. Soon, they talked about Felix's recent situation, who disguised himself as a professional manager, the company was in Scotland, but ran around the world.

He happened to have rich experiences and was not exposed.

Jim asked a question: "Dean, why do you always call him 'lucky Felix'?"

The old dean grinned and said, "Ha, when we found that he was still a baby, he was in a large water tank with a water depth of three feet. He was not drowned, but swam happily. Isn't that lucky?"

‘Felix’ does mean luck in the English context.

"What about my last name?" Felix couldn't help asking.

"Well, I think about it..." the old dean pondered, "You were very different from other children at that time. You would scream whether you were hungry or thirsty. You would not scream when you were fine. Also, you would always be enthusiastic when other children pulled their pants..."

Felix had a dark face. Isn’t it because the smell was too big and he couldn’t stand it? He quickly asked someone to come and deal with it.

"...So some nursing staff at that time asked you to help, the ones who provided help." The old dean laughed.

This was the first time Felix heard that his name came from like this. Someone did call him "assistant" at that time, but the pronunciation of the assistant was different from his last name.

"It's a transliteration, you can't be so straightforward, it seems that I'm very uneducated..." The old dean complained to himself, but according to him after drinking, he had never been to school.

Jim concluded: "So, the Felix name means lucky helper? What about me, what about me?"

"You?" the old dean gave him a blank look, "You didn't show any difference at that time, of course you took it casually."

Jim looked very injured and hid in Rebecca's arms, causing Rebecca to keep pushing him out.

The old dean kept them for a meal and drove them away.

"It would be nice if you can come to see me. Go and do your own business!"

After leaving the old dean's house, Felix said goodbye to Jim. He walked into a dark alley and left.
Chapter completed!