Behind is a long list of ‘such as’.

Felix estimated that as long as he is a normal person, he will definitely be moved by one or two of the above mentioned contents, assuming that it can be realized.

Below the leaflet is a simple map.

Felix's curiosity was even more serious. The person who handed him the flyer was obviously an ordinary person, but was it accidental or coincidence to come to him? He felt that the bigger thing might be to do a mysterious thing under the name of magic. As for what it was, he decided to go and take a look.

Felix followed the instructions on the flyer to cross the remote street. This hand-drawn map is very ‘featured’ and draws hidden marks around the corners of each street, requiring some thought.

Felix stood in front of a wall, staring at the graffiti on it, looked at the dim street lights for a while, and then followed the guidance of the big mouse holding a vertical sign on the graffiti and turned to the left.

There is no light here, the shops on both sides of the street are dilapidated, and a large amount of abandoned garbage is piled up on the corners. The only light on is constantly flashing, and with the sobbing cold wind, it feels like a horror movie shooting scene.

But if Felix wants to, he can build the most real horror, and the other way around it is.

'Along the way, there were three people looking at me in the dark, there was no trace of magic, and the feeling of disgust in my emotions was not strong... Just to make money?" Felix walked slowly. Since it had nothing to do with magic, and it was not a dark wizard fishing, his interest in the end of the road quickly decreased, and he stopped from time to time to appreciate the graffiti on the walls along the way.

If you have to describe it, this is a necrotic organization in the city of London, which was forgotten by the city hall. It has been ignored several times. In the end, it became a paradise for wild cats and dogs, and it is also the favorite place for those "rebellious young people".

A few minutes later.

Felix pushed open a dilapidated door and walked in. The simple map on the flyer had long lost its function. The reason I found this place was because of the movements of people here, and the other was that there was a magic circle that looked quite exquisitely painted at the door.

Looking at the windows at the door and the mottled signboard, this place should have been a clothing store before. However, the signboard reads "Magic House" in graffiti style font.

Felix had a bad premonition that no wizard group would do such things, and it was more like something that some mystery enthusiasts on the street tinker with and imagined.

You won't be deceived...

At this time, two burly men walked towards him, and they were more good at communicating with fists. Felix sighed, and silver lights flashed in his eyes one after another, "Bang! Bang!" Two sounds, they fell to the ground without saying a word.

After a few minutes, the few people who rushed over to help did not escape.

Felix searched the abandoned hut, and the thick layer of dust accumulated in the room indicated that the original owner had been away for a long time. His expression was quite disappointed.

"A robbery gang...maybe there will be kidnapping and blackmail?"

It was the intelligence Felix got from these people's minds, which disappointed him, especially when he knew the flyers were from a nearby trash can, which was a double blow.

The truth of the matter is outrageous

This was once a secret base for a occultist club. It may have been disbanded because of the arrival of winter or other reasons. The leaflets were thrown into nearby trash cans and were used by these passing robbery gangs: they found familiar words on the leaflets (difficult, floating, and waking up and not knowing where they were...), and agreed that this description was very consistent with the effect of taking certain "analgesics", so they marked the sentence as a tacit code on the street to attract people in need to take the bait.

Including Felix's conversation with the addict, he got this hint. Unfortunately, Felix didn't notice it at all, but was attracted by the word "magic" on the flyer, so the group of people became unlucky.

"I was excited when I saw the two mysterious symbols at the door." Felix said dissatisfiedly, feeling that he was a waste of time. He should be in the warm office of Hogwarts now.

"What is the emergency alarm call...999?"

Felix suddenly heard footsteps appearing from a distance and stopped outside the door.

"Is anyone?" a young voice asked.

Felix blinked, pulled the door open a narrow gap, lowered his head, and met a pair of gray eyes. The owner of the eyes held a flyer in one hand and a wooden stick in the other, looking at him wincingly.

Judging simply by his clothes, Felix estimated that this person was not the same as the bandits before, and even to the other party's eyes, he looked even more terrifying. This could be seen from the trembling hand.

"Is there anything wrong?" Felix murmured from his throat.

He wanted to send the person in front of him as soon as possible and call the police anonymously... Well, maybe he could drag it until tomorrow morning. I heard that sleeping on the floor is good for the waist.

"Hello, is this a magic house?" asked the visitor carefully, and the trembling hand raised the leaflet in his hand. When Felix shifted his gaze from the leaflet to the stick, the hand holding the stick immediately disappeared in front of him. Unless Felix poked his head out, he would definitely not be able to see through the wall.

The visitor smiled awkwardly.

"What's wrong with you?" Felix asked again with a dark face, raising his voice.

"I, uh...I saw the leaflet, which said that one of the wishes of the participants could be realized..."

Felix was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at the ruins in the house and the fugitive who slept like a dead pig on the ground, and turned around and said sincerely: "You are so lucky."

"Is that true?" said Queyue's voice.

Felix saw a pair of hopeful eyes, and he smacked his lips and took a little serious attitude: "So what? I suggest you finish your words at once..."

A trembling hand was handed to him. "I... I am a piano practitioner. Because of an accident, my hand was injured. I hope I can play the piano again."

Felix looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. He was sentenced to death by science, so he turned to help, or hoped for mysticism?

To be honest, he didn't think this was a clever approach. Most wizards consciously abide by the secret law and rarely deal with ordinary people. Among the few exceptions without scruples, the black wizards accounted for the most.

But the sudden appearance of the visitor in front of me made things interesting and might become a day worth remembering. Felix thought.

So he said, "Your idea is not impossible to realize... But you should be able to guess magic, it is expensive..." He said deliberately in a very obvious tone.

"I brought the money," the man said quickly, and to avoid making himself look like a sucker, he added cautiously, "I only brought one third of it. If you can really fulfill my... wish, I will pay you the rest."

"Money is useless to me. For wizards, many things are more important than money. You have it," Felix said in a low voice.

"You want my eyes!?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "I hate this kind of horror stories, full of unreasonable imagination... I have it myself, and there is one more than you." He suddenly grinned and pointed to his forehead. A blue light burst out from the middle of his forehead. In the layers of blue halos, one eye slowly opened.

"ah!"

To Felix's surprise, after the scream, the uninvited guest's eyes widened even wider. He had no intention of escaping. Instead, he kept asking excitedly: "What price do I need to pay? Soul? Health? Appearance? Lifespan?"

"I'm not familiar with the demons." Felix muttered, he hesitating and said, "Come in."

He turned around, a layer of bright silver light quietly covered the entire room. The ruins in the room, piles of fugitives disappeared before him, the dusty floor turned into red carpets, the gravels and glass fragments flew to the ceiling and turned into small orange lights, and the fugitives turned into green potted plants and piled in the corners of the wall.

The ragged chair seemed to be painted again, the back of the chair was constantly elongated and raised, and two pieces of clothing were quickly wrapped around the chair, turning into two armrests, and several clothes brackets supported a series of semi-circular dark arch bridges...

When strange visitors came in, they saw a small concert hall with a piano standing in the center. Opposite the piano was an auditorium with only one seat, occupying the best position.

"Is this, uh, does the wizard like to listen to music, too?"

"Ha!" Felix laughed, and sitting on the chair, he suddenly had a black cloak on his body. The room was brightly lit but he couldn't see his face clearly. Two silver lights came out from his hood. Felix said in a low and hoarse voice: "Are you ready to make a deal with the wizard?"

"What do you need, Mr. Wizard?"

"A memory, your best memory."

The man was stunned and said hesitantly: "I don't know what the best memory is. There is only pain left in the past six months..."

"It's okay, your heart will tell me the answer. So... the deal is reached?" Felix said, feeling in his heart that he should prepare a pair of bat wings and arrow-shaped tails in advance.

But thinking of wings...

Felix suddenly wandered outside the sky, and he came up with a good idea, maybe he could create a brand new flying magic creation, a set of flying wings. He always felt that sitting on the broom was a bit stupid. Well, don't worry, go back and think about it clearly before telling Remus.

"…Mr. Wizard? Do I need to sign anything?"

"What did you say?"

"It's just a contract or something, a demon...I mean, the kind that wizards sign with ordinary people."

"No, am I still afraid that you will be stolen?" Felix leaned against the back of the chair and said carelessly.

...

The crisp piano sounded, and the first few notes were a little awkward. This was the influence of the injured hand, but soon the tune became coherent and melodious. Felix half-squinted his eyes and gently beat the rhythm. Not long after, he frowned. The style of the tune in front of him was suddenly unrecognizable. This feeling was like the cold and sad moonlight suddenly turned into a high-pitched and exciting charge song. As soon as he heard two sentences, the next second turned into a gurgling stream, a low and solemn horn in the forest...

This is no longer music, but noise.

But this "contractor" played very happily, especially after realizing what the happiest memory is, he had already integrated all his mind into the music, because he would lose this happiness forever after tonight...

Felix felt purely shiny happiness. His ability to obtain from the dementor allowed him to easily discover and distinguish these emotions. It seemed that a golden vortex was generated in the yard, constantly expanding outward. Felix pulled out his wand, rotated gently, and collected some scattered emotions.

When magic and this precious emotion mixed, a drop of golden liquid formed.

His fingertips beat with the rhythm of the piano keys until the moon was covered by clouds and the whimpering wind interrupted the piano.

"Get tea, your hands are shaking so cold that they start to shake." Felix said, a cup shakingly floated to the piano, and the liquid in the cup jumped with golden ripples.

"It's not frozen, it's like this... What kind of tea is this? It tastes strange?"

Felix stood up and straightened his waist, "Your music is unforgettable, I hope you will have the opportunity to see your official performance. Then... The Magic House is going to say goodbye to you, I wish you a happy day." He waved his hand, and the person opposite flew out of the house as if he had no weight.

With a "bang", the door closed tightly.

"Oh, Mr. Wizard, you know that's impossible... Mr. Wizard? You haven't received any reward yet. Where will I find you... Oh my God, why is the house missing! Did you do it, Mr. Wizard..."

The next morning.

The cottage, which was once full of miracles at night, was surrounded by water. Two policemen led a series of fugitives out of it. They lay on the cold ground all night, with sick faces on their faces.

In the crowd, a head kept jumping and looking in.

"What's wrong? Have you been caught? The wizard is now? Who are they!"

Someone who came early said: "It is said that they are a very cunning fugitive who had previously committed crimes in Surrey. I heard that they were discovered by a young man who came over to graffiti early in the morning and secretly called the police."

"That's right..." The man was silent for a moment, suddenly raised his hand and kept showing off, "Uncle, look at my hand, can you still shake?"

"Are you looking for me to be happy?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm just so happy!"

...

In Hogwarts, in the Office of Ancient Magical Writing, Felix was talking to Lupin through a voice transmission mirror.

"Just these two things, one is flying wings and flying wings. You can name them no matter how you name them. I will make a sample in the near future, and you can see how to improve and simplify them."

"The second thing is to study the secularization of potions. This is not urgent. Just organize a list of available items for the time being."

“Semiticization?”
Chapter completed!