The next day, Felix appeared at the Ministry of Magic on time, and the elevator disguised as a red telephone booth was parked on the dark floor of the Ministry of Magic lobby. "Ministry hopes you have a good day." The voice of the cold woman in the elevator said.

Then the door of the telephone booth suddenly opened. Perhaps because of the Easter holiday, the magnificent hall was empty and seemed very quiet. Felix saw the man waiting not far away at first sight.

She was wearing a head of violet hair, her nose was much softer than before, disguised as Magus... It was amazing, Felix thought, it would be better if I could study it.

But he would not say this.

"Mr. Hepp, I took this job from Kingsley," said Tonks happily, walking towards him and looking up and down, "You're here?"

"What about that?" Felix asked.

"I thought you would bring some teaching aids. Remus mentioned to me that you always have many interesting inventions and fantasies."

"I did bring it, and I'll take it out when it's right." Felix smiled slightly and walked towards the elevator with her. "Are you still in touch with Remus?"

"Oh, yes," said Tonks. "I like to go to the Sword Castle when I'm fine, on the days when it's open. Remus gave me a lot of advice, and he's been upset about the stunning of me, but he didn't mean it, right? We're going to the second floor, and Sclinger is waiting."

"Sword Castle?"

"It's the headquarters of the Future World, it looks like a long sword stuck in Diagon Alley, and we all call it that," Tonks said, fiddling with the elevator buttons, the elevator swayed and started running.

Felix suddenly discovered that he always learned unknown information from others. He felt that this feeling was pretty good, which gave him a relationship of rapid development of the company and increasing influence. Tonks, who was on the side, brought the topic back on track, "I have saved money for the Jade Crown recently, but I have always been big-handed..."

"It's really popular with girls," Felix said understandably.

"Oh, uh," Tonks looked a little panicked, and she quickly explained, "I don't want to wear a princess dress or two, I mean, although it's really beautiful... It comes in six styles and is custom-made. Don't you think it matches my abilities?" She pointed to her face, and the soft nose bridge quickly became angular, making her face look more refined and sharp.

"Ding!" The second floor arrived.

Felix pretended to be convinced, and they came to the Auror office, which was an open space divided into several small compartments, each of which belonged to an Auror. Although it was during the holidays, most of the seats inside were still full.

The Aurors talked in groups of three or three, and when Tonks led Felix in, they all threw their eyes over. Felix smelled the smell of different emotions, curious, admiring, suspicious, scrutinized, and a few malicious ones.

"That's my seat," Tonks said, pointing to a small compartment, with stickers sticking on the wooden boards, and a few documents to be processed and a water cup were placed scattered on the table, under which a discount coupon for the "Future World" company was pressed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Tonks," Kingsley interrupted, "Let me leave it next."

Felix felt like a cargo, briefly redirected in Tonks, and was taken over by a more professional person. Kingsley took him to the inner side of the open space, where there was a heavy oak door with a gilded wooden sign with Sclinger's name and job title hung.

"Hello, Mr. Happ." Sklinger stood up in the office. Instead of using a crutch hanging from the shelf, he limped out from behind the solid wood desk. He looked much more enthusiastic than last time, and his lion-like hair on his head kept shaking hands with Felix. "The department has been discussing you lately, and Gesldha is very optimistic about you."

Felix thought he was talking about re-planning the ancient magical course, "I hope everything goes well."

"Indeed," said Sclinger, "You have a high chance of being selected. She has a clever choice, and it must be admitted that Gusldda has a wide connection and is a veteran of Wiesengamor, and her recommendation is very important."

Felix was a little surprised that what they said seemed to be nothing. Before he could ask clearly, Sclinger had already walked out of the office and shouted at the Aurors. They stood up in unison and walked towards the door.

"Let's go to the training room," Sclinger said to him.

"Training room?" Felix was stunned, and then quickly realized that the Aurors could not have no training ground for their own.

"The Magic Law Enforcement Department is the largest department in the department." Sclinger laughed. "This sentence is reflected in many aspects, the number of people, the venue, and of course the expenses." They walked out of the door and headed in the opposite direction of the elevator. After walking through some aisles, they turned a corner in front of the Muggle Items Division, turning into a dim and dilapidated corridor.

The corridor seemed to be placed like this on purpose. Felix smelled the traces of magic. After walking for a few minutes, they finally arrived at the end of the corridor. Felix saw a huge wall with a portrait of a waiting body hanging on it. In the frame was a brown-haired witch with a scholarly temperament. He was holding a thick book in his hand and reading with relish.

"Justus Pilivik, formerly the Director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division, built this training room during his tenure," said Sclinger.

Felix looked at the portrait a few times, "I've seen him on the chocolate frog card." The witch in the portrait looked at him, took off her hat and bowed slightly, and asked, "Which one do you think is more important, to make laws or enforce them?"

"The latter," Felix said, "the original intention of the law is always beautiful, but even the perfect law requires people to enforce and interpret."

"Explanation of the law is an art." The witch in the portrait agreed, and he swung and moved away, revealing a large dark hole.

After walking a dozen steps in the entrance of the cave, the front suddenly became clear and the lights were bright. Felix squinted his eyes and his eyes passed through this underground space larger than the Hogwarts Auditorium. There were nearly hundreds of people, much more than he had seen in the Auror's office. Felix estimated that many of these people should be strikers.

"There are only thirty-seven people in the information," he said softly.

"That's right, you just need to consider those people," Sclinger said. "The rest of the people are watching the fun, maybe they'll leave after staying for an hour or two. They have their own tasks."

He introduced Felix to everyone in the training room and arranged for Kingsley to be his assistant, and left in a hurry.

...

Felix stood there quietly, his eyes sliding across everyone. He saw many familiar faces, but more were strangers.

At this time, Kingsley came from a corner of the venue, followed by several human-shaped targets and soft pads, all of which were found from a row of wooden boxes in the corner.

"Thank you, Shakel." Felix said, turning his wrist, and a magic wand like black jade suddenly appeared in his hand. This hand attracted some gaze, and he spoke calmly.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I will spend the next two weeks with you."

"I will show you some of the mysteries of ancient magic texts. Time is limited, so I can only choose the parts that are most attractive to you. I think you should have read the relevant introduction in the newspaper recently. That's right, it's the part that combines ancient magic texts and modern magic."

"Before I make a formal start, I hope you will see what the skills you are going to master, and I think this will help us get along with each other in the future and not have some unpleasantness..."

He swung his wand quickly, and a fire flashed by.

"boom!"

A golden fireball exploded on the human-shaped target, and the sticky flames attached to the broken limbs, making continuous "crackling" sounds. Standing in the front row, Tonks felt the shock wave of the spell passing over her head, and a wave of heat burned her hair, and she couldn't help but smack her tongue.

"The 'fire' magic text cooperates with the Fiery Curse," Felix explained, "this power can almost break the average degree of iron armor curse."

Everyone present was talking.

"In addition, the 'Flowing' magic text cooperated with the Iron Armor Spell," Felix waved his magic wand and a magic barrier appeared in front of him. It was a new type of Iron Armor Spell, no longer colorless and transparent, but with a green light on the surface, like flowing blue waves or bound winds.

"…It lasts longer than the average spell and the effect is better." Felix said, "Do you want to try it?"

"Do you want to try it?" Kingsley stood up when he asked the second time, and as an assistant came in handy at this time. "We imitate the state on the battlefield and complete a round of offense and defense. You need to destroy my defense as much as possible."

Kingsley nodded silently, and the crowd dispersed, leaving enough space for the two of them.

At this time, Kingsley suddenly leaned over, pulled out his wand, and chanted the spell. The whole process was completed in one go. Felix moved a step to the side, hid behind the blue magic barrier, and a "swish" sound, and the spell turned by the iron armor spell.

Kingsley strode forward, and spells flew out quickly. Felix slightly adjusted the direction of the iron armor spell to prevent the spell from falling in the same position. Under everyone's gaze, the blue light of the magic barrier jumped violently, and the surface was rippling with layers of ripples. The originally damaged and cracked spell was smoothed by the invisible hand.

The bystander counted silently until the fifth spell hit the iron armor spell head-on, it flashed and disappeared.

Many people, especially attackers, stared at the two of them, and a considerable number of them even struggled to use a complete iron armor curse. It was not that they couldn't use it, but it was difficult to apply it to actual combat, which was related to the law enforcement scenarios they faced.

Strikers are like secular policemen, not special policemen, and they face regular law enforcement tasks. In other words, they are not facing terrorists, but wizards who have violated the law, and these people are actually difficult to muster up the courage to fight against the Ministry of Magic.

The number of real black wizards is rare, and they are generally held to Aurors with higher comprehensive qualities. The magic world is dominated by peace and order, rather than being full of chaos and disorder. The strikers have been doing this all these years. However, for some reason recently, Sclinger convinced Amelia Bones and Pierce Sinkness, who are also senior officials in the Magic Law Enforcement Department, to put forward higher requirements for the strikers and the Aurors, one of which was to relax the channel for the strikers to be promoted to the Aurors.

It is a recognized fact that Aurors are treated far beyond the hitters. Many people want to work hard in this regard.

"Teacher, professor..." A young voice broke the silence.

Felix looked at the young man and smiled: "Abbott Barker?" His eyes fell on a bearded wizard. If he remembered correctly, Barker mentioned that he had an Auror, and he happened to see an Auror in the information called "David Barker".

"It's me," said the young Barker, who had finally faded his acne on his face when he was in school, which made him look much calmer. But he still exposed his immature side when he spoke: "I heard that there are many spells that are more profound than the iron armor spell. Why don't we learn those magic?"

His uncle stared at him with his eyes, his thick fingers rubbing repeatedly, as if he wanted to teach his nephew a lesson.

Abbott Barke couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Oh, Barke," Felix said gently, "There are indeed many profound spells, but profound means complexity, complex means precision and high probability of error... The most intolerable thing on the battlefield is unnecessary mistakes. You will find that avoiding unskilled spells is a consensus, and those who violate it will definitely pay the price."

Abbott Barke retreated awkwardly to the crowd.

Felix continued: "Everyone, I will focus on the most valuable spells next. The Magic Fire Spell and the Magic Iron Armor Spell are my carefully selected. These two spells will be your first choice for you to master. In addition, if some of you learn fast enough, I don't mind giving extra advice."

"Okay, let's get back to the topic. I had someone handed over a piece of information almost half a month ago. If you have practiced through magic text cards in your spare time, I would be very grateful. Now please come forward if you have mastered the flame magic text and the mobile magic text... "

Tonks took a step forward happily and looked around excitedly. Felix also stared silently. It was difficult for him to test the combat power of these Aurors one by one, but many things will be reflected in details, such as self-discipline and execution. Just like now, most of the more than 20 people who have stood up are familiar faces he has seen in the information.

There may be differences in quantity, but these are the elite combat power that the Ministry of Magic can dispatch.

No wonder Sclinger was so anxious, Felix thought quietly. Although he didn't know the specific number, the number of Death Eaters during the last Wizard War was about one or two hundred, and each of them was carefully selected by Voldemort. In addition, the followers who had not been stamped with the Death Eaters mark and the dark creatures that Voldemort had won over, have surpassed the Ministry of Magic, which had been peaceful for more than ten years.

"The Ministry of Magic is still unreliable." This thought flashed through Felix's mind.
Chapter completed!