Thinking Hut.

Nick Lemay looked around, and he looked at the furnishings in the house with interest, looking hundreds of years younger.

"You have such magic? It really surprised me." He smiled, "I can't use my preparation."

Felix had a stern face, as if to greet a villain, standing in front of a dark green curtain, which rolled up high to reveal the tall portal behind him.

Felix stared at the door, and it opened automatically, and it was completely shady and could not see clearly what was inside. Behind the door was his inner world, hiding all the secrets and memories in the deepest part.

The two stepped in and stood on a long aisle, with tall bookshelf on both sides. Every item on the bookshelf - books, notes, memory balls and fragments - represents their truest selves.

Against the light, you can only see the light of the Thinking Hut. Felix and Nick Lemay's faces were hidden in the darkness. Then, the figure belonging to Felix waved his arms, and the wind surging in the aisle, and the bookshelf twisted into a large number of thick clouds, layer by layer, occupying its original position.

The sky seemed to be pulled to the feet, and the thick clouds were hanging down - they were like they were in a sea of ​​clouds, with dark golden clouds on both sides, extending forward from the position where the two were standing, spreading, and disappearing into an unknown end.

"Please come in." Felix said briefly and politely.

"Felix..." Nick Lemay shook his head. He was guilty. He had no one revealed some things, not even Dumbledore. He saw half of the prophecy. The world was about to face change again, and it was more impactful than everything in the past.

But unfortunately, he couldn't see the ending or see the future clearly, so he could only rely on those who came to see the future.

The dark golden clouds were tangled and rolled up, and pictures and voices appeared.

The clouds gathered, and a man with a bit of elegance raised the paper size of a palm in his hand and said confidently: "Felix, I will keep staring at it..."

Nick Lemay quickly walked through this section, stopped in front of a surging dark golden cloud, and looked at it carefully. Felix was the only one in the picture. He was sitting quietly in the office, looking through a stack of parchment paper. The pictures on the paper made him frown.

"This is……?"

"I'll pick it up and take a look at the road that Salazar Slytherin gave up."

Nick Lemay did not comment, nodded and continued to move forward. He was not interested in the details, but focused on the surging clouds that could affect emotions.

He walked a short road, and a trace of clouds rolled up on his clothes, causing the original gathering to scatter again. "I can only tell you that person's code name is Big Foot..."

Nick stopped in a surging place, and he asked curiously: "Is this a three-broom bar?" He looked at the person in the picture, Felix sat with a middle-aged man with a hook nose. The middle-aged man was indifferent, filling himself with cup after cup, with his expression numb.

"Severus, we should all look forward." Felix in the picture comforted him.

"Can you forget the past?" said the middle-aged man. "Can you forget Chesterton Avery? Where is Carlo, Norte, Parkinson, Selwin... and the Shafik family?"

Felix stopped talking, and he clinked glasses with the middle-aged man. While taking the middle-aged man back to Hogwarts, Felix stared at the person who was talking drunk on the bed and whispered: "That's why I thank you, Professor."

Nick Lemay asked, "Who is this?"

"I was the dean when I was in school."

"Has he helped you?"

"That's right."

"It looks like a warm-hearted person."

“…probably not counting.”

Nick said clearly: "I am narrow-minded, and people are all complicated."

They continued to move forward, stopping and stopping, Nick Lemay stayed for a short while while Felix chased Sirius and the patron saint expelled the dementors, but instead read the speech delivered by Felix in the Ministry of Magic.

"What do you think of the confidentiality law?" the old man asked.

"I am pessimistic."

"Will you push for the abolition of the confidentiality law?"

"It's thankless, I don't need to do anything, and I can't last for many years."

Nick sighed and said, "My thoughts are consistent with you. The magic world has been closed for too long, and the outside is changing with each passing day..."

He changed the topic and said happily: "Don't look at me as an old antique, one of my safe houses is swaggering in the Muggle community, without any magic - that will cause all kinds of modern appliances to fail, refrigerators, air conditioners, ovens... and home game consoles. Do you know this? Perenal likes it very much... I also have an identity, an expert in occult research!"

...

In front of another cloud group, Nick looked at Newt Scamander nostalgic, and his words became more and more: "When I first met Newt, he was very dull and unspeakable, and maybe he hadn't changed now..." He said softly: "In a blink of an eye, many years have passed."

Then he looked at Felix in the clouds, and the Felix said bluntly: "What family are you from?"

The young man opposite stammered: "Ever-Avery."

Nick Lemay asked curiously: "Is this Avery mentioned by the professor just now?" Seeing Felix nodding, he couldn't help asking, "What did he do?"

Felix said with a mysterious expression: "You will see, isn't this your purpose?"

...

Not far from here, Nick Lemay smacked his lips after listening to what Felix said in the seventh grade class: "The seeds of miracles..." He thought about it for a long time.

They continued to move forward and when they heard Felix in their memory say to a freckled boy, "This is Nick Lemay of the mouse", Nick couldn't help laughing, "A wonderful metaphor."

Felix was a little embarrassed. When he said this, he didn't expect to be caught by the official.

Nick said thoughtfully: "So, the infamous Sirius Black is innocent, and Petr is the betrayer? Animagus... The only question is the spell of loyalty, but the secrets can be transferred, or maybe the Porters have deceived everyone from the beginning."

Felix said calmly: "You should have thought of it long ago, skipping some key content."

Nick smiled and said, "I can't put my nose on your face and observe you in detail. Although I'm not persuasive, I still want to regain a part of your image."

"Is that?" Felix muttered.

Another cloud group, Nicklemay asked: "Who is this little girl?"

"Hermione Granger, my assistant in the ancient magical class," Felix explained.

"It's so understanding." Nick said in admiration as Hermione put a pot of green plants on the square table filled with books, adding vitality to the dim left half of the space.

"But what happened before? You seem to have been hit... Oh, I saw, magic riot, this method... is a bit inappropriate, but..."

Nick Lemay looked at the scene on the Dark Golden Clouds, and the Longbottoms hugged Neville on one side, and the disbelief Felix on the other side, and he stopped talking.

Next was a relatively long road. Apart from saying "interesting" to the Golden Magic Football, Nick did not stop until he saw everything that happened at the Muggle meeting during the summer vacation.

"All curses are over, and I have used this magic too... Sorry, when people get old, they are prone to meaningless memories." Nick said with emotion: "What do you think of the organization of the Innovation Society?"

“Young, with potential, represents the future.”

"Yes, youth has potential, and it represents the future." Nick murmured.

...

Nick Lemay read the question Felix gave in the open class at the University of Paris with interest. At that time, Felix used hypothetical methods to outline the current situation in the magic world and asked the professor's views.

The old man smiled and said, "You are so brave. No wonder that Auror wants to capture you."

"It happened to catch up, and I do want to know how a philosophy professor perceives this issue," Felix explained.

"By the wisdom of others?" the old man said: "A clever approach."

Afterwards in the secret room, Nick couldn't help complaining to Dumbledore: "I don't really agree with some of his actions, but... I'm not him, and I don't know what reason he made this decision."

Nick Lemay kept walking forward, and in an office, he saw Dumbledore crossing his hands and asked seriously: "Why are you obsessed with teaching in Hogwarts?"

Nick asked: "Is this your interview?"

"Obviously, I was hired."

Nick nodded, and the clouds in front of him had quietly turned into sea blue. This was the memory of Felix's three years of graduation. The old man smiled and said, "It's the same color as my eyes." Here, he saw Felix's more real side, like a real ordinary person working and living in a technology company, "It really surprised me." Nick said.

The two years before this were Felix's experience of traveling around the world. Nick Lemay blinked and watched Felix travel through the black markets in different countries, selecting and exchanging various magical items and notes. Most of the dealings with him were black wizards wandering in the gray areas, robbing, fighting, fighting, fighting, setting traps...

"Blue represents sadness?" Nick asked at the blue clouds with glowing spots.

"No, I enjoyed this experience," Felix said.

"Uh... OK."

Next, the clouds on both sides of the road turned dark golden again. He saw the younger ones. During his school days, Felix, who was in the sixth and seventh grade, was full of awesome eyes everywhere he went. The crowd automatically made way for a road. Felix nodded at them with a smile.

"Is it because the Shafik family left Britain? There are no worries?" the old man thought.

But the next moment, Nick Lemay denied this speculation. He saw that at the end of fifth grade, Felix visited some pure blood families one by one.

Nick Lemay stared at a dark golden cloud that kept surging. He guessed that if the color of the clouds represented emotions, then Felix would have been happy at that time, the pleasure of revenge.

It was a magnificently decorated room, with a young man with black hair and blue eyes sitting on a single sofa in bright green and silver stripes.

A light sound was heard in the fireplace decorated with golden patterns, and a middle-aged witch came out of it. He saw Felix, with surprise and panic in his eyes.

"Felix Hepp...you, what are you doing!" he shouted angrily, "Who asked you to come in? You are not welcome here!"

The young man said gently: "I feel it is necessary to come and visit us to address the differences."

The witch was angry, "What trick are you doing? Where is Dumbledore? He wants to attack the pure blood family?"

But then, his body stiffened like a slanted stone statue, his eyes kept moving down until at the end, he found himself kneeling on the ground.

He could only see the young man's shoes.

"A very hidden spell, isn't it? I came here today and formally introduced myself. Although I had already had a deal during the summer vacation last year, what was that Parkinson's name? I can't remember it very clearly. His face swollen into a pumpkin, um, the spell bounced."

"...Jame!" The man named Parkinson growled.

A house-raising elf suddenly appeared, and a red light flashed the next second, and the elf fell to the ground in a coma.

Felix stood up, passed by the witch, looking at the portrait hanging on the wall, "I did my homework before I came, and there was a magic minister in your family, Perseus Parkinson. During his administration, he tried to pass the bill that "intermarrying with Muggles will be considered illegal."
To be continued...