The next morning, it was raining heavily and lightning flashed across the dark sky from time to time.

Felix stood in front of the window, watching the layers of curtain-like rain falling heavily, blurring the forbidden forest in the distance. His right hand was holding a colorless and transparent spherical vortex the size of a palm. Among the vortex, a shrinking dementor was swirling lightly.

After a while, he returned to the room, the vortex gradually dissipated, and his hands were slightly shining with silver light, and he directly grabbed the dementor.

I fiddled with it for a long time and stuffed it into the ring.

...

In class, the little wizards' emotions were obviously depressed by the weather, especially when Felix asked them to submit their homework. He saw a group of students queuing up to the greenhouse to take herbal lessons in heavy rain. An unlucky student fell into the mud, but was immediately washed away by the rain.

"Okay, classmates," Felix looked at the fourth-grade students in the audience, "I have put together the 227 ancient magical texts you need to master this school year into sentences, so your next task is obvious-"

"I need you to remember these seventeen sentences."

Felix said uncertainly: "It shouldn't be difficult, at least it's very simple for me. We start with the first sentence and we are all learning knowledge..."

At noon, Felix heard a lot of interesting news while dining in the auditorium.

A few days before the Quidditch final, just this Saturday, this was also the day he made an appointment with Sirius. The two favorites who won the championship, Slytherin and Gryffindor, were also in the same position. In addition to seeing Wood loudly praise the superb performance of the Fire Crossbow, you can often see a little girl standing on a big snake and passing by, and the little wizards passing by were all paying attention.

However, within a few days, several senior Ravenclaw students took the eagle with a seven-foot-length arm span "accidentally" passing through the open space, attracting crowds of onlookers.

Hufflepuff's little wizards are relatively low-key, which may be related to their early withdrawal from this year's trophy battle - they lost to the Ravenclaw team in a crucial game.

However, this did not affect the enthusiasm of the Badgers. After two days of loss, their captain took the lead in supporting the Ravenclaw team and claimed that they were in great shape and were strong contenders for the championship.

In addition, Harry's patron saint, Felix burned the dementors, and the Minister of Magic Fudge left the school in a panic, which was called the hottest topic. Choosing one out would lead to minutes of discussion. Felix saw a Hufflepuff student and his companion arguing whether Felix would resign. He forgot to eat and had to hurry to take the potion class with two pies.

‘Severus’ nose is very good. If he finds it…’ Felix shook his head and secretly wrote down the student’s appearance, preparing to see if he would be imprisoned.

That afternoon, Dumbledore brought back Sirius's innocence certificate, "The wanted order has been removed, but I guess the Ministry of Magic will not publicize its mistakes with great fanfare. Hao Qi's case was also accepted by Wiesengamor, and there is also Buckbeck's verdict."

Felix glanced at the conclusion at the bottom of the official document, "Accidentally, he will be sentenced to a fine of 500 Gallon." He smiled slightly, "This time the Ministry of Magic is very efficient, but it has been delayed for a long time before."

Dumbledore blinked, "I said to Fudge, you are Hager's defense lawyer... and he immediately let it go."

But he immediately said in a deep voice: "Foge's understanding, this is just a temporary compromise. I don't want you to look down on him because of the poor behavior he has shown in the past two days. His advantage lies not in his strength."

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded seriously. What happened yesterday was, after all, he showed his strong strength and had a sense of truth. Even the left and right Fuji couldn't get it, so he quickly compromised.

But I really thought he was scared by his own strength, and from then on he always used his strength to suppress the other party, which would easily cause resentment and trouble.

Fudge was really forced to get angry. He couldn't think of it and sent out all the Aurors and strikers. Do you still want Felix to transform into the devil and slaughter the magic world? Don't even think about this kind of thing, Dumbledore would not agree to the first one.

So now Fudge has released his kindness and Felix has to appreciate it, even though he is not very comfortable.

If what happened yesterday had any impact on him, it made him more eager to make some changes, not to change himself, but to change everything he saw in front of him. He was like a painter. When he saw the stains on the drawing paper, he felt an impulse, wanting to turn the stains into more gorgeous pictures.

In the evening, there was an unwritten letter on the table, and the beginning was like this—

‘Dear Andys, I have considered your previous suggestions seriously and thought I should be more active in it. I am going to form a company-’

The letter came to an abrupt end, the traces of ink had already dried up, and even fainted from the humid air outside, which was enough to show how long Felix had been thinking.

"Let's wait a little longer and think clearly..."

Felix kneaded the parchment into a ball and flipped it out. The parchment turned into a flame bird and rushed out the window, turning into strands of ashes.

"I think you can do it whenever you think about it, you can hand over the things to others anyway," a voice said.

Felix raised his head and looked at a portrait on the wall. The originally blank picture frame had an image of a young man, with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a dragon-skin cloak, which was Felix himself.

It was a portrait hanging in the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital. He complained: "The dean hung me next to a medieval chatterbox wizard. He would observe the flaws on everyone's face in the past and try to give suggestions. I've beat him three times, but unfortunately, persistence has filled his brain, and it's not right, he has no brain..."

Felix looked at his portrait and felt a strange absurdity in his heart: "I think you are quite talkative now."

"I'm so harsh..." The person in the portrait spread his hands at him, "Hey, listen to me, I discovered an interesting fact."

“What is it?”

"I can sneak into Dumbledore's office. Remember the day that Longbottoms were cured? Dumbledore said he had received notice from Dalis Delt, and I found her, and slap her... She agreed to borrow her portrait, so I went to Dumbledore's principal's office and chatted with the past principals, and of course, Dumbledore himself."

"What did you talk to Dumbledore?"

"Don't worry, I'm very strict, and you didn't tell me the most critical secret." The person in the portrait rolled his eyes, and Felix regretted that he had made his portrait so lively.

"...He asked me if I like sweets, and said he could suggest you draw a candy house for me. It's so interesting. Why did you forget to draw food at the beginning? Even a bunch of grapes is fine..."

Felix: “…Shut up and you.”

The portrait made a zipper and was about to leave with a smile. He looked much cheerful than Felix himself. "I would like to recommend that you do whatever you want and don't think about anything." His figure disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank photo frame, looked at it for a long time, spread out a piece of parchment again, thought about writing a job advertisement, then rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, preparing to take time to send it to the Prophet Daily.

The next two days were unremarkable until Saturday morning when Felix was ready to enter 12 Grimo Square from the fireplace.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, and he walked around the room anxiously, his eyes lit up when he saw Felix.

"You're finally here!"

"This is your innocence proof, get it." Felix handed him the Ministry of Magic's official document.

Sirius took it and took a look, then lost interest, and threw it on the sofa, "I'll call Clice, Clice!"

A house elf suddenly appeared in front of the two.

"Is he going too?" Felix asked in surprise.

"He insisted-" Sirius shrugged.
Chapter completed!