After returning from Diagon Alley, Felix once again tried the monster statue in front of the principal's office with the patron saint. This time he did not get any blockade and met Dumbledore.

Walking into the office, the portrait of the previous principal on the wall snored in the picture frame, Dumbledore was staring at the meditation basin with concentration.

Felix heard Rita Skit's voice in surprise. Her fingernails, which were about two inches long and red as blood, flashed in the meditation basin. She said in a cunning voice: "My book is about to be published."

Dumbledore murmured, "That's not a good idea...Felix?" He raised his head and said, muttering the silvery substance in the meditation basin with his wand, Rita Skit's face disappeared along with her bright long nails.

"Principal Dumbledore, you've been very busy lately, but I really didn't expect you to meet her." Felix said with a smile, "Did you come up with an autobiography? If so, it's really not a good idea to ask her for help."

This was in response to Dumbledore's self-talk he heard when he first came in.

Dumbledore was amused and his beard kept shaking. "There are many ways to leave traces, such as magical portraits, memory in Classroom Seven, and even simply living in people's memories... but I think it should not include an autobiography."

Felix shrugged, fiddled with the silverware on the table with his fingers, watching it making a twirl of smoke.

“Are you gained anything?”

"Ah, except for a few memories that prove that Voldemort was very bad since childhood... there is not much information worth paying attention to. In addition, I went to the cave by the sea you mentioned and went around. I have to say, Felix, you are so rough that I only found a piece of ruins."

The two then talked about the issue of the armor curse, and Dumbledore showed some interest, but soon he seemed a little tired, and Felix took the initiative to say goodbye.

"If possible, pay more attention to Mrs. Maxim, Felix." Dumbledore said behind him.

Felix frowned, "She is suspicious?"

"No, of course not," Dumbledore said softly: "I believe she will not be Voldemort's minion. What I care about is whether she can be our friend..." He said with some trouble: "Hagher was recently turned away in front of her."

...

When I saw Hagrid again, it was already the end of the month.

As December approaches, the weather becomes colder, especially when it rains and snowstorms last night, the ground is full of mottled blue ice crystals, and the students struggle to walk through the courtyard in thick cloaks.

Felix followed the crowd to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Busbaton's carriage was far away. Several students were watching nearby. They turned into a transparent ice slide and slid down from a high place. Not far from them was Hagrid's cabin.

A witch wearing a scarf sat quietly beside the carriage, holding a golden egg in her arms. When she saw Felix, she ran over happily.

"Professor Hayp!"

"Miss Dragul?" Felix asked, glanced at a strand of silver hair that appeared under the scarf.

"It's me," Furong lifted her scarf and smiled sweetly, "Madam Maxim is waiting for you."

The carriage was not crowded, it looked like a moving hotel, with more than a dozen spacious rooms separated from the inside, and the living room similar to the college lounge in the center. It was as warm as spring, and the decoration inside was very distinctive as Boothpadton. In addition to the large clusters of pink and blue flowers, he also saw a magic fountain, and the icy blue mist stirred up with an aromatic smell.

Furong took him through a door with the Boothbaton school emblem and came to the restaurant in the carriage. Mrs. Maxim was having a meal. She wiped her mouth with a blue napkin and waved her hand: "Please sit, Felix... Furong, come here together."

Furong sat obediently at the dining table and ate, putting her silver shiny hair to the left while listening to the conversation between them.

Felix thanked him, and through the round window, he could see Hagrid's burly figure walking back and forth in front of the pumpkin field, teaching a group of students.

"It's really strange, how could anyone like that thing... called the Fried Scorpion or something?" Mrs. Maxim snorted from her nostrils, gestured at the fork with blue patterns that was several times larger than Felix's hand, and pointed to the blurry scenery in the distance.

"Fried tail snails." Felix said that he had picked up a piece of seafood for himself, and he guessed it was brought from France because he had never seen this fish, but it was very small, and the soup was accompanied by fish from the Black Lake. I don't know if it was offered by Hogwarts or Boothbaton's students themselves.

Mrs. Maxim seemed absent-minded and said with little interest: "I am not interested in magical animals."

"I happened to know a fantastic beast expert, oh, not Hagrid, another, Mr. Newt Scarmand," Felix said. "He's retired, but his story from his youth was wonderful, and I talked a lot with him."

In fact, he talked with Newt's memory in classroom 7. Felix has only recently discovered that he has a unique advantage in relating to these memory.

Although memory is like a human, it is not a human after all, but rather like a ghost. The most intuitive difference is that they have no sense of taste and can only recall the delicious food they have eaten. Just so happens, Felix can pull out a series of big meals from his mind, and the exclusive memory of the memory. After many years, Newt missed everything in the Hogwarts kitchen, and Felix learned a lot of interesting information.

For example, how did he get fired?

Felix talked about Newt's adventures. Unlike the story of "The Wizard Dragon Quest" that Mrs. Maxim and Fleur usually heard, Newt's experience was full of knowledge and love for these magical animals, he rarely used violent means to deal with them, but did his best to make friends with these magical animals.

"Anyway, he rescued the poor thunderbird from the Egyptian dealers and then sent it back to the United States..."

"Mr. Scarmand has a heart like gold, and the feelings of animals are even more sincere. It is me that I am narrow-minded." Mrs. Maxim said emotionally, and the large glass of gin in front of her had already reached the bottom.

"What's next?" Furong asked.

"I don't know," Felix spread his hands, "it might be a romantic love story afterwards. He met a lady. I guess they should be playing the game of throwing the moon beast with a meat ball together?"

Then he used a conversation to talk about the current situation of the French werewolf.

"I know what you said." Mrs. Maxim continued, "Wolf Poison, a great invention. Our Ministry of Magic has imported a batch. To be honest, it's a bit expensive... So the minister is talking to here, hoping to buy the formula for the potion."

She said with some dissatisfaction: "Your minister is like a smart businessman who asked us for a lot of good things."

"He doesn't respect Mrs. Maxim!" Furong said sharply.

Felix looked over, and Maxim shook his head slightly, his eyes turned red involuntarily, making him unable to help guessing what Fudge said or expressed. But he wisely did not ask.

Next, the three people on the dining table ate silently, and Mrs. Maxim glanced at Hagrid's pumpkin field again. A cluster of sparks spurted out from the tail of a huge snail in the distance, pulling the student forward and slid forward in the snow.
Chapter completed!