The store business in Diagon Alley is much quieter than usual.

"This is normal. If there are rows of photos of the Death Eater at the door of your store..." Mrs. Mojin said, measuring the size of Felix.

Felix enjoyed enthusiastic service in the gown shop.

He glanced at the wanted orders in the window and various purple notices, thinking that her words were very reasonable. Passers-by on the street were in a hurry, and everyone was in groups of three or five, with clear purpose, heading straight to the place they were going, and never stayed for a long time after buying things, and quickly left through the public fireplace.

After coming out of the store, he walked into the sword castle with a vanilla ice cream purchased from the Folorin Fosco ice cream shop, where he stayed all day.

"The principle of anti-thief waterfall is very complicated. The key point is the mixture of seventeen alchemy materials and a variety of magic spells. Some obscure places may use the unique magic of the goblins. I checked it. When the anti-thief waterfall technology appeared, it happened to be the honeymoon period of the wizards and the goblins?"

"You are right," said a staff member of the Ministry of Magic who was sent here. "The goblins are so bad that they actually have a hand in the communication!" said the short and fat wizard in anger.

"But you haven't noticed it either." Fred in the crowd whispered to George.

In the next time, everyone divided the work and performed their own duties. Cremy said right, the wizards in the company were extremely efficient. Several staff members of the Ministry of Magic present were amazed and found that their knowledge of the waterfall of thieves was quickly understood and digested, as if the opposite side was not a single individual, but a humanoid creature with dozens of heads.

Before getting off work, the researchers of Future World Company had already caught up with the previous progress of the Ministry of Magic and successfully restored the ratio of the three alchemy materials.

"I'll stay at the old house for one night today," Felix told Fred and George, who are now in a room on the highest level of Sword Castle, with an unremarkable interior decoration, like an empty office, but the fireplace here connects the Black house.

If Tonks and Sirius connect the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix, then Remus Lupin connects the "Future World" company and the Order of the Phoenix led by Felix. To some extent, Fred, George and Penelo also play a similar role.

It took a while to wait for Percy, and he was half an hour later than expected.

"Ms. Bones used you too hard," Penelo said dissatisfied.

"The ministry was seriously understaffed," Percy said happily, "It was the time when I showed my skills." He hurriedly rolled up several documents and stuffed them into his large pocket of clothes. Then he walked through the fireplace and happened to catch a pot of hot meals.

Mrs. Weasley warmly received Penelo.

"We came back too late yesterday. Not only did Harry's birthday party be cancelled, but I haven't gotten much chance to talk to you."

"Mom, there's time in the future," Percy muttered.

"But those first few times were the most important," Mrs. Weasley said with a straight face.

At the dining table, Bill was chatting about his new job.

"I was really not very used to it at the beginning. I was just sitting in the office, which was far worse than before. The advantage was that I spent a lot of time working for the Order of the Phoenix... I partnered with a group of old men with scary pace of life." He imitated his colleagues and handed the bottle of ketchup to Harry in the next seat, and his movements were more than ten times slower.

Everyone around the dining table burst into laughter. Harry accidentally met Ginny's eyes, and Ginny's grinning mouth immediately closed, and her movements with a knife and fork became elegant. "Yes, Ginny imitated the most." Bill praised loudly.

Hermione sneered.

"What's wrong?" Ron looked at her in confusion.

"Nothing." Hermione said immediately, and she turned to Harry. Harry's face suddenly became very hot, and he didn't know why.

Dinner was stew, syrup, fruit pies and vegetable soup. Felix quickly put down the tableware before Mrs. Weasley served her soup, so Mrs. Weasley turned her attention to Penelo.

"Is the food not up to the taste, my dear?"

"Oh, no," Penelo said, finding his soup bowl filled immediately.

Sirius was late, and when he came back, everyone was almost finished eating and chatting. He sat in the free seat, eating the remaining food in big mouthfuls.

"The interrogation work is only one-third done-" He drank all the soup in the bowl in one breath, "Thank you, Molly, full of it--everyone lied that he had been hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse, but Amelia didn't plan to let anyone go easily, especially McNeil and Lukewood, both of whom had criminal records."

Felix knew that the former was regarded as the mastermind of the Quidditch World Cup, and the latter was a sure-fire Death Eater. He had been in Azkaban for more than ten years and had only escaped from prison for a few days. Ms. Bones was willing to let him go and he was devilish.

Sirius swallowed a rolled pie into his stomach with two mouthfuls, sighed comfortably, and slowed down.

Ron stared at him without blinking, as if watching an interesting TV show.

"By the way, Sirius," Felix asked, "I heard that a silent man was injured?"

"Is this happening?" Sirius raised his head from the soup bowl.

"The one whose name is Bode," Felix reminded.

"Bodd," Sirius thought, and said slowly, "I had some impression... I seemed to have an accident in my research and was sent to St. Mungo for treatment. I was too busy yesterday and didn't pay attention to these trivial matters. What's wrong with him?" he asked sensitively.

"Let's talk about it at the meeting." Felix replied briefly.

Sirius showed a thoughtful expression. He stayed by Amelia Bones for a month. His sense of smell became much sharper and immediately realized that this might not be a coincidence. Harry, Ron and Hermione were also showing expressions of interest.

"This name sounds familiar," Ron muttered.

"We've seen him in the Quidditch World Cup camp," Hermione whispered, "he works in the Department of Mystery?"

Harry also remembered.

"Wait." He almost instantly linked this matter to Voldemort, and he looked at Mr. Weasley, "You have told us that the work of the Department of Mystery is top secret."

"this--"

Mr. Weasley's expression was shocked, but Harry was racking his brains to think.

"This means that Voldemort wants something inside! or information or something! And Bord is either an undercover agent of the Death Eater or has been cursed!"

"Kids-" said Mr. Weasley hesitantly.

"It's okay, Arthur." Sirius said, "Look at what they can analyze, I can give it to Amelia-I mean, even if they stop them, they will discuss it secretly. It's better to listen, maybe get useful inspiration."

Harry glanced at the godfather gratefully. "Uh." He suddenly got stuck.

"What is Bode's specific job?" Hermione asked. Sirius frowned, "I'm not--"

"Which hall is he working in? Time hall, Prophecy hall, Brain hall, Space hall, or a room with stone arches?" Hermione asked again, Sirius almost bit his tongue.

"How did you know!?"

It was Hermione's turn to get stuck, and she glanced at Felix secretly. "I-oh--I guess, it's in some book?"

"The information of the Department of Mystery is never leaked," said Mr. Weasley seriously.

"She probably saw it in Nick Lemay's information," Felix explained. "I gave it to her before the end of the school year. Because there were too many information, I didn't read every one of them. Maybe Nick mentioned it casually in a note."

Professors can really deceive people...

Hermione blinked and put on a "this is it" expression.

Sirius and Mr. Weasley suddenly realized.

"Nick LeMay...no wonder, that makes sense," said Mr. Weasley. It's no secret that Felix inherits the entire legacy of Nick LeMay since Boothbaton's students stayed in Hogwarts for a full year last year.

At some point, newspapers have reported it in a long and long way.

"I heard Furong mention it," Bill said suddenly, "you are still Boothbaton's school manager."

"Fleur?" Harry, Ron, Hermione and Weasley twins shouted at the same time.

"What's going on?" asked Mrs. Weasley, "Did I remember it wrong? Isn't she one of the warriors of Boothbaton? Is she a Frenchman?"

"She became my new colleague and was only hired two days ago. I promised to help her with English...you know how boring the office work is," Bill said shrugging, "I really hope the war ends soon."

"We can't help it," Ron muttered, "the mysterious man won't admit defeat... By the way, Harry, why did Principal Dumbledore look for you for today?"

"Dumbledore has been here during the day?" Felix asked in surprise.

"Yes, but he disappeared with Harry for the whole day without saying a few words. Harry didn't come back much earlier than you guys." Ron said.

Several adults looked at Harry.

"Can you say it?" asked Mr. Weasley with a proper sense, "if Principal Dumbledore lets you keep it a secret, then no one can tell you."

"Uh, I'm not sure." Harry said with a blank expression, "We seemed to have done nothing. Principal Dumbledore took me to an old friend's house for afternoon tea and ate a stomach full of candied pineapple fruit. Principal Dumbledore also advised his old friend to live in a safer place..."

"Who are you visiting? Do you remember his name?" Felix asked.

"Horas Slughorn." Harry thought for a while.

"Professor Slughorn?" Mr. Weasley shouted, looking at the reaction of others, and he explained: "He taught us before, Molly and I. He is an excellent potion master, and I guess that's why I can't let him fall to the other side?"

After dinner, the adults went to the room for a meeting, and the children sat in the living room dissatisfied. "At least I'll be with you." Penelo said, scratching Crook Hill's chin, the cat lying comfortably on her lap.

...

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, a large area of ​​flowers are covered with thorns because they are unattended, casting chaotic and twisted shadows in the darkness, and the surroundings are deserted and very desolate.

A foraging bug without learning from his companions, flew straight into the castle. It climbed along the ancient and mottled walls up the beams of the house, and under the dim light, it looked at the solemn and depressed crowd below with its compound eyes.

"laugh."

The bug was burned to ashes by sudden force.
Chapter completed!