Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor lounge, while other students were busy rushing to get their holiday homework, Harry, Ron and Hermione were having a heated discussion, busy finalizing the mantra that might be used for the third project.

"We won't know the details of the third project in almost a month, but we can't wait until then to start the action." Hermione told them, Harry noticed that she took out her small notebook again, and he still remembered that it was full of inspiration and information that Hermione had prepared for the second project.

Hermione noticed Harry's gaze and explained, "Some spells are useful, but we didn't have time to learn them at the time, and now they come in handy."

"What are there?" Ron asked with interest. "I think I have enough of it at the moment."

"No, it's not enough," Hermione said seriously. "For example, in the Thirty-second Championship, the Warriors were asked to find an invisible beast based on a simple map."

"It doesn't sound dangerous," Ron said. "Invisible beasts are not aggressive."

"Oh, the danger is not from the invisible beast, but other creatures in the mountains. Moreover, in the end, the warriors explored the mountains for six weeks but found nothing. The judges had to announce that they all failed." Hermione said.

"Six weeks? In the wild?" Ron shrank his neck.

"You can imagine how bad the Warriors are," Hermione said briefly. "On average, they spent more time in cultivation..."

Ron's body shook obviously.

"We should really be well prepared," Ron said with a serious look. "Are there any good suggestions that can avoid getting lost?"

"Professor Belby has taught these knowledge in the wild; how to deal with common dangerous creatures in the wild, Professor Lupin has taught this part... There are also amplification curse, warning curse, directional curse... I think the sharp blade is also good, it can be used to clean up shrubs and build temporary tents... I said, Ron, how are your phantom movements practicing?"

"What?" Ron was shocked and swallowed nervously.

"Don't look at me like that. You won't have practiced since the end of last school year, right?" Hermione asked, staring at his face.

"Oh, uh," Ron stammered, "I've made it twice, do you remember?"

"That was last year, if you haven't practiced it since..." Hermione looked at him sternly.

"What about you?" Ron couldn't help asking.

"I've done it long ago," said Hermione. "Of course, it's not as good as Harry..."

Ron looked at her dejectedly, "So, I have one more mission than you? Harry, I need your help, Harry?"

Harry raised his head from the book "The Famous Wizards and Their Patronus", with a drowsy expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked strangely.

"The professor asked me to find time to practice the patron curse more." Harry yawned.

"Guardian Spell? Why?"

Harry shrugged, "The professor said there is great potential for this magic to tap."

...

After almost a week, more and more people from the Ministry of Magic gradually came, and staff returned one after another to officially go to work.

Felix's special training has also been on the right track. The Aurors and strikers, who are at the forefront, have begun to try to fusion of the flame magic text and the fire curse. At this point, the difficulty has become the time to control the magic power and fusion of the two. This is not a difficult task for the elites of the Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley and Delix were the first to succeed. For them, the power of a single spell may not be a big deal, but they were facing an entire magic system.

Everyone attached great importance to this rare opportunity, and Felix quietly spread his influence to the most important force of the Ministry of Magic.

He looked back on his experiences over the past few days and had no conflict with Sclinger's lunch. Sclinger didn't even mention Yaxley's affairs. He just took out a letter of appointment as an advisor to the Ministry of Magic.

"Honorary Consultant? What's the use?" Felix asked as he looked over the content above. He didn't find anything like magic contracts.

"Add an extra income, and the right to advise and supervise in certain things," Sclinger said in a seductive tone. "If you plan to go into politics, it's a big qualification."

Felix shrugged and took it.

One afternoon, Felix once again explained the meaning of the "mobile" magic text to everyone. Professor Machiban found him and asked him to attend a meeting.

When Felix walked into the meeting room on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, it was already full of people. The people were wearing purple-red robes and an exquisite silver "w" embroidered on their left chests. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, while others did not hide their curiosity.

His eyes swiftly past the wizards, his eyes staying at Dumbledore's half-moon glasses and the dark yellow-green dome hat on Forge's table.

Wiesengamor...Felix had a vague guess. He walked to the empty seat next to Professor Machiban with a calm expression, lowered his head and whispered, "What do I need to do?"

"Nothing to do!" Professor Machiban whispered, and she looked across, "Dumbledore, can you start?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said happily, Fudge's expression seemed very uneasy, and he picked up a striped handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore opened a document on the table, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "As the chief wizard of Wiesengamor, I, Albus Percival Woolflick Brian Dumbledore, summoned all Wizards of Wiesengamor to discuss and resolve the proposal of Gerselda Machban to decide whether to agree to absorb Felix Hepp as a member of us."

The wizards present were talking.

Felix smiled slightly, leaned his body against the back of the chair, and waited quietly. After a few minutes, the discussion gradually subsided, and Dumbledore spoke again, "Please give the sponsor of the proposal a reason."

The short Professor Machiban stood up, straightened her hunched body, and said loudly: "Each of you has a document in front of you, so I only focus on the key points. Felix Hepp has made outstanding contributions in many fields, and he deserves to be a member of us!"

"After Felix Hepp took over the Hogwarts Professor of Ancient Magical Culture, he has demonstrated excellent teaching and academic standards for two consecutive years. You can check the transcripts, on pages 15 and 16——"

There was a rustling sound in the conference room, and then a few depressing exclamations came from the crowd.

"This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" said Professor Machiban. "Just before, I and Heidstrang Villa, vice president of the Ancient Magical Society, went to the school to investigate. I can guarantee that there is no false information mentioned above!"

"We believe you won't exaggerate anything in this way, Professor Machiban." said Amelia Bones, who sat next to Fudge, with her monolithic eyes, her voice loud and deep. She comforted Professor Machiban and then looked at Felix with an inquiring look.

"Then I continue to say that Felix Hepp has achieved remarkable achievements in the field of memory therapy. The solutions he has developed have become the most effective treatment for memory damage in St. Ms. Dorothea Pohammot, who is judged by therapists to recover from health. Ms. Dorothea Pohamm can testify—"

"Ahem!" A voice came from the corner of the wall, and former St. Mungo dean Dorothea Poham said seriously: "I can testify that in fact, the data on patients in the document are provided by me."

There was another sound of flipping documents, and no one raised any objections this time. Felix won the Merlin Medal for this contribution. Everyone knew about this. They just wanted to see more details.

The meeting continues-

"Felix Hepp calmed the riots at the Quidditch World Cup and restored his reputation for the Ministry of Magic." Professor Machiban said loudly, and the echoes around him became louder, and Fudge muttered ugly.

Professor Machiban shouted: "I did not see any commendation afterwards, and this matter is worthy of a Merlin Medal."

Faugi wiped his sweat and had to explain: "Uh, I think... we were busy investigating and collecting evidence at that time. The ministry detained hundreds of wizards who caused trouble, most of whom were from abroad and had to deal with it carefully... Otherwise, it would easily lead to international disputes..."

Professor Machiban snorted loudly.

"And - the center of recent public opinion, compared to you, Felix Happ has shown the new value of ancient magical texts. We have reason to believe that his contribution is comparable to the creation of a brand new magic system!"

"Gesldah...this matter needs to be discussed," said Fudge, fiddling with the documents in his hand uneasy. "Of course, I don't disagree...it's just too early and need to observe for a few more years..."

Machibanli ignored him, she closed the documents in her hand and looked around with a fierce look, "I think these are enough. Now I have only one question. What reason do we have to refuse such a person to join Wiesengamor?"

The meeting room became quieter, and they looked around, seemingly waiting for others to give their opinions.

At this time, Amelia Bones raised his head from the document, "I have a few questions to ask Mr. Felix Hepp, but out of curiosity... it has little to do with the topic of this meeting, and it does not affect my agreement to enter Wiesengamor."

"Ms. Borns, I'm sitting here to answer the question," Felix said.

"I heard that the Guardian Spell is one of the spells you are best at? Have you ever defeated hundreds of dementors?"

The wizards around began to whisper, and many people showed admiration.

"That's right."

"You also master some kind of magic to destroy dementors? Is it ancient magic?"

"Well, you can think so." Felix nodded slightly, at least the zoom spell was ancient magic.

"Then do you know they are employees of the Ministry of Magic?" Amelia Bones looked at him with a stern expression.

"I know, I also know that they have lost control more than once," Felix said calmly. "Not counting the two Hogwarts, there have been similar vicious incidents in Azkaban." His words attracted a lot of noise.

"Is it true?" someone asked in a low voice.

"It's true," Ms. Bones agreed, "I have always opposed the use of dementors to guard the wizard prison, which is no different from-"

"Ahem!" Fudge coughed violently, "Gentlemen, ladies, we're off topic. The practice of choosing dementors as guards of the Wizard Prison has been going on for hundreds of years. They have done their mission well in most cases, and occasionally some mistakes can be understood."

“Excellent? Excellent!?”

Professor Machiban glared at Foggy, as if he wanted to have a fight with him.

Dumbledore asked in due time: "Does anyone have any questions before the official vote?"

"I have a question." A witch raised her hand and asked with a smile: "I'll help my granddaughter ask when will the Emerald Crown of the Future World company be discounted?"

Many people burst into laughter.

At this time, Fudge signaled a witch with his eyes. Dolores Umbridge secretly complained. She hesitated for a few seconds but still could not give up the temptation to return to the center of power.

"That's it," she spoke in a coquettish voice, and the few people around her immediately frowned. "I am full of praise for Mr. Heip's behavior in founding the "Future World" company. As we all know, it has become the largest company in the entire British magic world. At present, there are probably-" She quickly glanced at the parchment on the table, "One hundred and forty-seven people?"

"You know better than the boss of my company. Thank you so much for your hard work." Felix said calmly, scaring Umbridge trembled.

Her face was filled with sweet smiles. "I'm very curious...why do you want to recruit so many people? As far as I know, this company is still recruiting people. At this speed, in about two or three years, the number of people in the "Future World" company will exceed that of the Ministry of Magic..."

"Well," Felix said calmly, "because it didn't meet my expectations."

"Expectations? IMHO, do you expect more than the Ministry of Magic?"

"I don't care about that," Felix said. "You may have forgotten that Umbridge, the Future World is not the largest company in the UK."

"Please forgive me? I can't think of anything else-"

"Gringot." Felix spitted out a name, and the expression on Umbridge's face seemed to be forced to swallow a fly.

The wizard's expression in the conference room calmed down.

“My position for the Future World is a multinational company, and the company’s blueprint has never been limited to one or two countries, but is everywhere in every gathering place of wizards in the world,” Felix said. “In places you can’t see, all the employees of the company are working for a common goal.”

"This common goal is..." Umbridge held his breath.

“It’s printed on the “Future World” flyer,” Felix said slowly, “it seems you’re not doing your homework carefully enough.”

Umbridge stopped talking.

"Then, let's raise your hands to vote." Dumbledore looked around and said. After that, he raised his hand first.

A few minutes later, the proposal for Felix's entry into Wiesengamor was passed unanimously.

"Very good," said Dumbledore happily, "then, please take the new member of Wiesengamor to take his seat, and we will begin the second issue, which I personally raise-"
Chapter completed!