Chapter 388 Six Letters

In the ancient magic essay class the next day, Felix was surprised that Harry and the others were in a daze and absent-minded. He muttered in his heart if it was too much pressure on them, so he comforted him a few words after class.

In the evening, he received a letter from an owl.

He opened the letter, and there was still a faint smell of men's perfume on the envelope. Its owner was the director of the Werewolf Registration Office of the British Ministry of Magic.

‘Hello, Mr. Haip.

As of the first ten months of this year (early November), the number of werewolfs registered in the werewolf registration book increased by 20% year-on-year compared with last year, and the whole department was excited! Such a gratifying achievement cannot be separated from the promotion and temptation of wolf poison. Thanks to Mr. Belby and Professor Snape for their outstanding contributions. I dare to assert that within ten years at the latest, werewolfs in the UK will be effectively controlled. At that time, I will submit a report to Wiesengumo and apply to award Professor Snape a Merlin Medal...

The riots about Quidditch World Cup The Ministry of Magic is defined as riots, and most of the masked wizards come from pure blood families, and their practices are simply shameful to everyone. I can assure you that my family and I will never be that kind of person.

Among the masked wizards, two were sentenced to three and six months in prison respectively, and they admitted that they were the mastermind of the accident. One proposed to march in the camp after drinking, and the other woke the poor Muggle Roberts with despicable means...

...

The other participants were sentenced to a large fine, but because of some political obstacle, their names were hidden, and I know no more than you get from the newspaper, just the names of the two Lord Messengers, Amikus Carro and Walton McNeill.’

Felix calmly put away the letter.

In the next two days, the owls flew over from all over the world, first from the UK, then from France, Europe, and finally from other mainland plates.

Felix opened the second letter, which came from St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, who had previously taken time to train a group of physicians, including the young therapist

‘Hello, dear Mr. Hepp!

This is the fifth correspondence between us, thank you for not laughing at my stupid questions and generously answering them.

Several memory impairments who were judged as incurable have now recovered their sanity and can live independently. Five of them were taken back by their families for recuperation and only needed to come once a week. The other two severely ill patients still need to stay in the hospital for observation. Please forgive us for our limited ability and never reaching the recovery level of Longbotton couple.

The matter you asked is true. Old Crab and Old Gower suffered serious penetration injuries, but these two families were secretly informed. They hired a retired therapist to treat themselves. What they didn't know was that this therapist happened to be my uncle. I don't want to admit in front of others that his uncle was originally very skilled, but he was addicted to alcohol. When he was dispensing the medicine, he mistakenly regarded the bad blood grass as ginger root. You can't imagine what the lady who came to treat scabies on his face turned out to be... In short, he left the hospital sadly because of this incident, and there were still scratches of the patient with sudden mania on his neck.

I sent the diagnostic report I received from my uncle with two pints of pure wheat whiskey! That old trough horse!

I wish you a happy life and a smooth work again.

In addition, I became good friends with your portrait in the hospital. I asked one of my painters to draw a candy house on the portrait, and he liked it very much!

And I've collected your clippings from the Quidditch World Cup, right on my desk.'

The third letter comes from the Ministry of Magic. It has no signature, only a long list with more than thirty names on it. Felix took it apart and read it carefully, remembered these names, and showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

The fourth letter is a reply from Damocles Belby. His handwriting is relatively sloppy and the envelope smells of potions.

‘Felix,

If it weren't for your reminder, I might have ignored the problem of wolf poison potion. Forgive me for putting my energy on other potions recently...

After your reminder, I went to the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association to investigate. The wolf poison potion that has been authorized by the Ministry of Magic has been stable in sales. The Ministry of Magic has recruited a group of werewolf work, all of which are dirty and tiring, but they are definitely better than in the past... There are still a considerable number of stubborn werewolf living in seclusion in the fields, no one knows the specific trends of these werewolfs, and even they themselves don't know. Maybe they will be in the UK today and cross the strait tomorrow to France...

As far as I know, other European countries have found the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association, hoping to match them and convince the British Ministry of Magic to share the recipe of wolf poison potion, especially after the improved version of Severus and me. Fudge has been busy with this matter for a while and can't see people all day long. These are what the vice president of the Pharmacists Association told me, and the public does not know about it yet.

There is one more thing worth sharing.

When I visited the vice president of the association, Professor Slughorn, I met my old dean, who was still so good at enjoying life. When I politely advised him to eat less candied fruit, he told me that it was his greatest pleasure in his life.'

The fifth letter comes from Maxwell Cobert, Aurora, France.

He and Felix had an intersection during the summer vacation the previous year. There was a misunderstanding at that time, but after the misunderstanding was resolved, the two had a good relationship.

‘Dear Felix Happ,

I'm glad you wrote me.

If you want to understand the security of France, it would be perfect to find me, the Auror, who is on the front line. I can only say that it is still the same... in those dark corners, I can't figure out why you are interested in them, and do you want to write a book?

To be honest, I didn't read your first few Muggle books carefully. When I posted them in the department, I stuffed them into the cabinet. I recently found that a bag of spiritual cat food inside had rotten. By the way, I found your book, which also solved my confusion. When my nephew reported to me that the suspicious person was reported to me, I thought your name was a bit familiar, maybe I mistakenly regarded you as a dark wizard from a foreign country...

Let’s go back to the topic. The werewolf in France is still stable, and I am looking forward to this day without any plans to migrate. Of course, it may not be good to go to Britain, either south or north (don’t publish the contents of this letter, otherwise it will cause me trouble). In addition, there are vampires and black wizards. In order to compete for a mine in southern France, they told the informant to wait and see if they finally close the net. Maybe when they meet again, I will be the director of the Aurors office.

In addition, my nephew Karami also chose to become an Auror, and he is learning skills from me. When I was writing this letter, he was peeking around and was driven out by me.

Finally, the photos at Quidditch World Cup are cool.”

The fifth letter comes from the head of the Muggle Problem Handling Agency under the Ministry of Magic of Switzerland

"Felix, I'm glad to hear from you. The suggestion you made last time was very constructive. I made a little modification and submitted it. It's working well now, and it's strange that what else is in your head...

I saw the photos reprinted from the British "Prophet Daily" and I really can't believe that such a vicious case occurred in the World Cup. If it were handed over to us, it would never cause such chaos.

Regarding your question, I learned from my colleagues that the giant tribe was still huddled in the mountains and showed no signs of moving out. Of course, I cannot be 100% sure that if the observers were too close, the giant would run towards them and throw stones.

I attached the address of the Giant Tribe. If you plan to find the secret, be careful.’

When Felix had breakfast on Friday morning, he received the sixth letter. It was from Lucius Malfoy, the letter was the shortest, with no beginning or end, only one time and place.

‘Friday at 11:00 on Friday night, Hogwarts will meet at the top of the highest peak outside the school.’
Chapter completed!