After leaving Felch's office, Felix was still thinking about what Lupin wanted to get back. He only knew that the item was related to his school days, and it was very likely to involve the secrets of Black or Pete Peter.

Remove Felch's subjective filter and he got two more useful news: First, Lupin and the others didn't care about the confiscation of this thing at the time - at least they didn't care on the surface, but now Lupin is trying hard to retrieve it; second, this thing has been lost, because it is long and it is difficult to find out who took it.

Many of the banned wizards had graduated.

Without key information, Felix could only record it secretly and leave it for later use. He came to Hagrid's hut, who was cleaning up the snow in the pumpkin field behind the house, and his teeth were surrounding him and running around him.

A gray eagle-headed horse-body winged beast was tied not far away. When it saw Felix approaching, it smacked its sharp mouth as sharp as a blade, and its eyes followed his footsteps.

"Hagge!" Felix shouted from a distance and patted Buckbeck's sharp beak. It was already very familiar with Felix, raised his head and sniffed, then half-squinted his eyes and enjoyed his touch.

The burly man straightened his waist and inserted the shovel to the ground. He strode over and said happily: "Felix, Mr. Scarmand replied, he did it! The case was brought back and retried!"

Felix nodded, "This is my purpose. I also received a reply, Hagrid, what do we need to do now."

"Do something?" Hagrid stared at him and repeated in confusion.

"That's right," Felix replied in a affirmative tone, "Buckbeck's case was beaten back, and then redistribution, one by one, it may take ten days and half a month. This period is not something we can wait..."

He looked at Hager's inconspicuous expression and sighed, "There is no distribution, it means that there is no determination yet. The situation is strong in our face. If we can change to pay a fine, this matter will probably end early."

Hager woke up, "So... hearing, trial, nothing is left?"

"The premise is that we must actively participate." Felix said seriously. "My suggestion is to go to the Ministry of Magic to inquire about the progress of the incident. If you can, you should submit a fine. Even if it doesn't work, you must argue about the nature of the case: this is not a tamed magical creature that suddenly loses control and hurts people, but an accident caused by improper teaching operations."

He finally looked at Hager and said, "The initiative cannot be put into the hands of people. If the Ministry of Magic focuses on whether Buckbeck is guilty, but the size of the crime, we will fall into an extremely passive situation."

"Then I'll go to the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon!" Haeger said excitedly, looking at Buckbeck outside the window, and happily said, "Did you hear it? Buckbeck, we see the light..."

With the arrival of February, Felix found that he and the outside world were interacting more and more frequently. He still understood Ms. Dorothea Poham, Belby, and Longbottom, but one after another, some pen pals who rely on letters to communicate also wrote to him one after another.

In the letter, they expressed their congratulations to him. Felix waited quietly. After two days, three exquisite official letters were sent to him one by one on the same day. One was from the St. Mungo Magic Medical Association. Although the name contained a "Saint Mungo", it actually had little to do with the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital. At most, it can be said that they were all established to commemorate the same person - Mungo Poham.

The St. Mungo Magic Medical Association, similar to the Wizard Court Wisengamo, is a circle formed by top therapists, but the members of this association are more closely connected, and they have their own academic journal "Bulin and White Fresh".

In the official letter, it enthusiastically praised Felix's outstanding contribution to the cause of magical medical care. It focused on two points: one was to ask Felix to name his treatment plan; the other was to grant him the "St. Mungo Medical Badge" and invite him to become a member of the Magical Medical Association.

Regarding the former, he really couldn't think of any good name, so he simply designated it as Hep Memory Treatment according to the conventional naming method. Felix also accepted the latter happily and replied to a thank-you letter.

The second official letter comes from the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital. The letter introduces the clinical application data of his treatment plan. It is currently effective and has good results for some stubborn memory damage. The current dean invites him to complete a magic portrait, which is "the honor of every pioneer."

It was hard for Felix to imagine his portrait being hung out. However, thinking that each portrait was equivalent to an ear and ear, a little discomfort in his heart disappeared immediately. In the letter, he asked whether the portrait could be handed over to him to complete, and Saint Mungo only needed to provide some sizes.

The last official letter came from the Wisengamo administration of the Ministry of Magic, with a serious wording, announcing that he had been nominated as a candidate for the Order of Sir Merlin, and asked him to provide information in accordance with the attached schedule for review and use by all Wisengamo members.

Felix did it one by one, and it was the process that everyone who received the Merlin medal in academics had to go, and Belby last year was the same.

His name began to appear frequently in newspapers. The Daily Prophet introduced his outstanding contributions in large sections for three consecutive days, including his deeds in France and re-recorded old stories, and said that "this is a belated honor."

When dining in the auditorium, he could always find that the little wizards of Hogwarts were carrying various newspaper clippings and whispering in the corner. In addition to the newspaper reasons, it was also related to his frequent letters from owls recently. Felix was determined to impose a shielding spell on himself, but he could only think about this kind of thing.

One afternoon, Professor McGonagall brought a young witch with a strange expression. She introduced: "This is a reporter from "Witcher Weekly". She is preparing to interview you..."

After the regular interview, the reporter began to direct him to pose in various poses. Felix felt like he was a doll. After taking more than a dozen photos, he firmly ended the behavior.

The female reporter said with a sad look: "We can take better photos, Mr. Haipu, you will become a strong contender for the 'Most Charming Smile Award' of this year..."

Felix shivered, "Sorry, I don't have this idea." He hurriedly ended the interview. While dining with Snape, he couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't had time to do research recently. Vanity Fair is also an arena~"

Snape scoffed at his thoughts.

It was not until early February that Felix finally calmed down. At this time, the ice and snow gradually melted, and the open space at the entrance of the castle was full of vitality.

The little wizards took off their thick winter clothes and cloaks, took off their scarves, and sat in groups by the lake on the south side of the castle, basking in the sun lazily while watching the giant squid swimming in the lake.
Chapter completed!