Nearly evening, Felix and Lupin came out of the headquarters of the "Future World" company. With a branch to sell specific products, this vertical castle building was named the company headquarters, which was specifically responsible for research.

Felix plans to open the company's sales outlets all over the world, just like Gringott Bank. Many British wizards actually don't know that Gringott has branches in different countries, and they think this is the only one.

The two of them looked at the store from a distance. It was almost completely dark. Two fire dragons were floating at the door of the "Future World - Diagonal Alley Store". Whenever someone passed by nearby, they would spew out a large white light like flames, causing everyone to scream.

"Foggy has already sent the ticket. You were not here at the time, so I accepted it for you." Lupin said softly.

"Um."

...

Felix returned to his residence in London and visited some friends. Then one morning, the Phantom Move appeared in a foggy forest, a venue specially drawn by the British Department of Magic for Phantom Movement.

"Walk in that direction, remember to register at the door." A tired old wizard said weakly. At this time, another crackling sound came from a distance, and a South American wizard dressed like a peacock appeared in a spiral, slamming his head against the tree next to him.

The old wizard from the Ministry of Magic muttered, and it sounded a bit like a "silly bird". Felix walked out of the forest in the direction he guided. From the hazy fog, he saw a gentle slope that stretched upwards. In the mist, strange-shaped blocks continued to extend along the hillside - they were tents set up by the wizard who arrived in advance.

Around the Quidditch World Cup, the Ministry of Magic prepared more than a dozen stops to let the wizards watching the game come over in batches. Naturally, the lower the ticket price, the earlier it will come.

Felix came to a stone house, and a man stood at the door, with a dazed and indifferent to anything on his face. Felix saw that he was the only ordinary person in this large area, and had just been cast as a forgetful spell.

"Hello, sir?"

"Hello, I'm Roberts," said the man calmly, "report the name and pay the money."

...

Felix passed between the tents, and not far from the camp gate, there were patrol personnel from the Ministry of Magic, who were responsible for maintaining order in the entire camp and acting as law enforcement officers. "You!" a law enforcement officer from the Ministry of Magic shouted, "What's the chimney on the tent?" The reprimanded wizard strongly retorted, "I did not violate the confidentiality regulations, and the Muggles did the same!"

"Are you sure?" The law enforcement officer was a little confused. "Your tent is different from everyone else..."

The colleague next to him whispered: "I have seen it too, you may have made a mistake."

So the two left, leaving behind the victorious wizard to continue fiddling with his tent. Felix carefully passed through the area, his vision gradually widened. He found that the patrol personnel of the Ministry of Magic were actually only focusing on the tents near the edge of the field. After a distance, various tents with "magic traces" began to compete for beauty.

A tent that was crooked, like a child's glued to the wind, stood firm in the wind, and was seven or eight feet away, a normal size tent, but on the side, there was a moving poster, which should be a star on it, about thirty years old, with a gloomy face.

"Why do you have more things?" a familiar voice shouted.

Next was Hermione's voice: "Oh my God, that's the tent pole for support!"

"Can you just use it? Will it collapse suddenly?" This was Sirius's voice.

Felix looked in the sound and several children of the Weasley family gathered together, watching the two adults in the center of the venue, Mr. Weasley and Sirius, lying on the ground, checking what went wrong.

"Hello, do you need help?" Felix said laughing.

Sirius raised his head from the ground, feeling in a bad mood. He immediately stood up, pulled out his wand, and pointed at the loose tent. It immediately jumped up and assembled himself.

"Well, you're right, though--even though we lost a lot of fun." Mr. Weasley also climbed up from the ground.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley."

"Hello, Professor Hayp," said Mr. Weasley, with a stiff expression, and he glanced at the children with concern, "Children, you can give it a greeting and put out the bed, we may have to stay for a few days."

He pulled Felix to the side, Sirius looked around and followed.

"Professor Hepp, I heard Harry say, you taught him the phantom shift?" Mr. Weasley said in confusion: "Doesn't you have any doubts about your teaching? I just think--uh, don't you think it's too early?"

"It's too early? Mr. Weasley, I don't quite understand."

"The Ministry of Magic stipulates that the Phantom Movement will not start learning at least in the sixth grade, and it will also undergo strict exams. I heard from friends in the Reversal Serious Incident Group that all kinds of serious separations... In fact, I actually hope to be one or two years ahead of time, but Harry was only in the third grade at that time..."

"Harry has this potential," Felix said.

"Many adult wizards are not good at this magic," Mr. Weasley said anxiously, rubbing his somewhat bald forehead with a handkerchief.

They did not notice that the noisy sound in the tent quieted down, a gap appeared in the tent, and pairs of bright eyes looked here.

"Mr. Weasley, I always feel that Phantom Transformation should be included in one of the hard standards for students' graduation," Felix said with a smile, not caring much about his attitude. "I have made this suggestion to Dumbledore and it is expected to be implemented this year."

"Graduation standard?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise, his attention was diverted. In fact, he was not entangled in the phantom shifting problem, but was worried that Felix was eager to achieve results and hurt Harry, so he reminded him in a tactful way.

He didn't know that Ron and Hermione were also secretly learning, but today when they were looking for the door key in Weat Mountain, they heard a mouth from Sirius. He thought it was Sirius who taught Harry privately, but after asking, he found out that it was Professor Heip in the school.

"Yes, put a few magic into the scope that must be mastered. If you fail, you will have to fight back to retrain and you will not be allowed to graduate." Felix said in a relaxed tone.

Harry and Ron, who were eavesdropping on the side, exchanged glances with each other. Fred and George pressed on them and stood in a higher position, causing Ron to complain in a low voice, "Don't squeeze!" Hermione and Ginny squatted down, with the lowest position, looking out through the two rivet holes.

On the other side, Sirius asked with interest: "Can you tell me what magic is there?"

"It's not settled yet," Felix said, "but I think-" he counted one by one with his fingers, "The Phantom Movement, the Phantom Body Spell, the Disarming Spell, the Iron Armor Spell, the Peaceful Guard, the Muggle Exit, and the Healing Spell, these should be the most basic. There may be more specific divisions, which are related to career choices..."

Mr. Weasley's attitude improved a lot and said thoughtfully: "Is it a targeted training before joining the job? It sounds good. Many new graduates have to learn a lot, even when I entered the Ministry of Magic..."

Sirius grinned. With his knowledge of Felix, perhaps Felix was guarding against the arrival of the Wizard War. He glanced at the tent and waved his hand in a hidden way. His godson was too careless and half of his head was revealed.

...

"So you taught Harry because of this? I think all wizards should master it?" After Mr. Weasley left, Sirius found an opportunity and asked in a low voice.

They were standing in front of the tent, watching the wizards coming and going from all over the world, a red-faced witch in a Scottish dress holding a flamingo and holding a huge pot in her hand.

"It was actually what he asked for." Felix said calmly.

"You can refuse," Sirius reminded him, "as Arthur said, he is not old enough to not even get a certificate."

Felix looked at him teasingly: "I am only responsible for teaching, and I can't control their situation outside the school. Maybe... we should expect the guardian of the little wizard to set an example and give appropriate guidance?"

Sirius had a dark face. After learning that Harry had mastered the phantom movement, his first idea was to take him around, and he really did this.

He wasn't continuing the topic, looking back carefully at the tent, Mr. Weasley took out the kettle and two stew pots from the backpack he brought, and the children were busy making the beds, Sirius said cautiously: "Do you know the sequelae of the curse scar?"

"Why do you ask that..." Felix looked at Sirius, and then saw Harry in his sight, "Is it Harry?"

"Yes," Sirius said briefly, glanced at the wizard in a Scottish kilt. Two law enforcement officers from the Ministry of Magic stared at the bird he brought. "The scar on his forehead suddenly hurts, and he also had a nightmare. He said he dreamed of Voldemort...I don't know much about this."

Sirius said something he knew briefly, and Felix frowned, "What is Voldemort he dreamed of?"

"I didn't see clearly."

"What about besides Voldemort?"

"There should be other people, but Harry forgot. You also know that the more you remember the details of dreams, the more you can't remember them. Maybe Voldemort was secretly engaged in some conspiracy, and he had a helper! That's why I came to ask you. I hope this is just an accident, a dream, aren't you a therapist?"

"I'm not." Felix sighed, "If there's something wrong with his memory - well, you know what I mean, you should look for St. Mungo's Curse Damage Section."

Sirius's words were full of worry, "I was worried about causing unnecessary trouble. Perhaps the influence of the spell was still left. The life-seeking curse... There has never been a precedent, and Harry did not escape the disaster with his own strength, but relied on Lily's magic."

He briefly revealed some information, mainly the ancient magic that Lily performed, including its function and cost. Felix had actually heard similar statements, but Sirius told it in more detail.

"So that's the case. I suggest you tell Dumbledore clearly that he has many hidden channels to explore the news, and maybe you can discover Voldemort's movements."

Neither of the two spoke. The wizard with the flamingo was stopped. The law enforcement officer of the Ministry of Magic suspected that he was suspected of smuggling precious magical animals. Although the two law enforcement officers did not know the big bird with bright rose feathers, they still politely asked the wizard to take a trip.

"This is a flamingo! Do you know about the flamingo? It is not a magical animal... it has no relatives with the phoenix!" The wizard shouted angrily and was taken away by the shaman.

Sirius suddenly asked, "That's really not a magical animal?"

"No." Felix said affirmatively.

"Don't you explain?"

"I'll always figure it out, maybe they'll become friends."

In the tent, the kids began to talk about their experiences, and the Weasley twins mentioned that they had been in the Future World Company for half a summer vacation, "It's so cool!"

Fred sighed and said, "We have made many friends. Think about it, there are dozens of like-minded people-"

"Compared with others, we are a small fight," said George.

"Don't say that, we have successfully sold the couple mirror. Professor Lupin said it will completely change the magic world."

"You sold it?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, we signed a two-year cooperation agreement until we graduated." Fred said with a smile, "Borrowing the store sales of Future World Company, we don't have to worry about it, there are dividends every month-"

“There is sufficient funds to do other research!”

George also said happily: "When we graduate, we can save a lot of money and buy a store directly in Diagon Alley."

"Even the name is good-"

"Weasley Magic Tricks!" The two raised their arms at the same time and cheered.

Mr. Weasley, who was standing by, sighed. Professor Lupin visited the Burrow House and insisted on signing an agreement under the witness of him and Molly. The conditions given were extremely favorable, and they could not think of a reason to refuse.

“See you later.”

Felix said goodbye to them and came to a large tent in the camp. Lupin stood in front of the entrance, hung a sign on it, and took two steps back and looked carefully.

"A little crooked." Felix suddenly said next to him. Lupin was startled. The magic wand hidden in his sleeve sprayed a cluster of red sparks. He looked around and when no one was paying attention, he slashed his right hand lightly, and the sign immediately stuck to the tent.

The two looked at the sign "Future World" together, and Lupin whispered: "The people from the Ministry of Magic recommend that we try to use magic as little as possible. After all, this is a Muggle territory. There is a small village less than ten kilometers away."

At this time, two young men came out of the tent, and Cremy wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, "Put the box again, my goodness, it's like a big warehouse inside. Oh, Professor Happ, you're here too-"

"Hello, Mr. Happ." said the blonde young man next to her, who was a clerk at Future World's sales outlet in Diagon Alley, named Arik McGee.

"Hello." Felix nodded to them, calling Cremy aside, "How are you doing these days?"

"Not bad," Cremy said excitedly, "especially the memory stone basin, I took the time to listen to the part I didn't understand before again, but there were no more lessons..."

She was talking about the teaching aids that Felix used when he taught ancient magic at the Magic Wen Club last school year. They were made by him in a meditation pot. However, during the holiday, Felix moved to the company and modified it and used it for employee training.
Chapter completed!