On the dining table, the conversation between Felix and Sirius continues

"Just as long as Kingsley agrees, he is the nominal organizer." Felix whispered.

"I'll tell him, but he may not be able to come tomorrow morning, you know, as the Ministry of Magic Auror." Sirius said, spitting out a chicken bone.

The relationship between the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic is very interesting. The two are independent of each other, but they are closely related. Many members of the Order of the Phoenix are also officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Amelia Bones knew this well, but he didn't plan to do anything.

On the one hand, it is out of respect for Dumbledore, and on the other hand, it also has more positive practical significance. The Ministry of Magic staff is complicated, and many wizards can get in touch with the pure blood family by turning a few turns. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Ministry of Magic is a sieve.

The waterfall of the thief can only wash away the spells, but cannot explore the heart.

For some important tasks such as guarding the Hogwarts Express, Ms. Borns must also carefully select the participants in order to prevent leaks.

And in keeping secrets, the Order of the Phoenix has a natural advantage.

After dinner, Felix took Hermione out of her house as he figured out the time.

"I have set up magic near your home," Felix said. "A similar effect to the stalking wire. When someone casts a spell nearby, I will get news immediately. And the situation is not that serious yet. Voldemort adopts a contraction strategy, so you don't have to worry about your family's comfort."

"I understand." Hermione nodded slightly, but there was still a thick sorrow hidden in her eyebrows.

"You seem to be worried, Miss Granger." Felix pointed to the bench under a lush sycamore tree. "It's better to sit there, I'm resting there." He refers to the time he came out of the Department of Mystery, and Hermione could easily understand what he meant.

"professor"

At this time, the two were sitting on benches, looking at the crowd passing by and walking in the Muggle community from time to time.

Felix turned his head slightly, staring at the beautiful sunset in the direction of Hermione.

"Can wizard and Muggle really not coexist?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"What do you think?" Felix said gently.

"I think," Hermione said in a moment of reserve, and then she said it endlessly, as if these words had been in my heart for a long time and had drafted several times. "Of course I hope the two can coexist. After all, I am stuck between them, and I refer to my origin. However, I saw from the book that I also assigned similar homework in the history of magic. The wizard and Muggle had no gap in history, but the result was not wonderful. They were hostile to each other and had many conflicts. The vigorous witch hunting movement in the 14th century is just a microcosm of this background."

"That's right," Felix said in agreement.

"Also, many wizards choose to stay away from the crowd. The book's explanation is to avoid violating the "Confidentiality Law", but in fact, this phenomenon existed long before the implementation of the "Confidentiality Law". There is another saying that wizards look down on Muggles and cannot tolerate the smell on them, but"

"Sounds like a loser's self-comfort?" Felix smiled unconsciously.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, and nodded slightly, "But shouldn't wizards have the upper hand? After all, they have magic?"

"Well, this question is quite complicated, I'll try to explain it. You can look at the social structure of a wizard. A mature wizard is equivalent to a miniature society, and he can use magic to meet most of his needs. This makes wizards far less connected than ordinary people. In other words, it's difficult for you to organize them and work hard for a common goal. As far as I know, the last person who did it was still locked up in Neumangad."

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Hermione asked in a low voice, the name seemed to have magic.

"Yes, but he also used people's dissatisfaction with the Secret Law." Felix said calmly: "And you overlooked a very critical point. Magic is rare in the real world, but it is quite common among wizards."

“Isn’t this taken for granted?”

"Of course not." Felix said in an inquiry tone, "I have come into contact with some mystic societies, who see magic very much...well... maybe it can be described with the word 'holy'? Do you think they can imagine that real wizards can use magic to wash clothes and cook and make fire flowers?"

Hermione frowned and thought seriously.

"So well, wizards are used to using magic to solve all kinds of troubles. The daily life magic is the mainstream?"

"They are people, or pragmatists, but they are by no means soldiers." Felix briefly summarized, "Magic is not a weapon in their hands, but a tool at least for most wizards. So when faced with emergencies, they do not make more brilliant choices because of magic, especially children. In order to protect their families, wizards choose to give in."

"But there are exceptions," Hermione said affirmatively. "Wandering, the 14th century fortune teller, loved being burned, and had himself caught in various forms of costumes, as many as forty-seven times."

"In those days, the 'concernless' wizards always lived more freely," Felix said.

The two sat quietly for a while until the sky gradually darkened and cast shadows on the ground. They watched a young couple out for a walk, their child, perhaps only one or two years old, was staggering in front.

"Professor, when did the word Muggle appear?" Hermione asked again after the family walked over.

"Ah, this question is very interesting. I guess you want to ask if this word has a derogatory meaning?" Felix asked with a smile. Before Hermione answered, he continued to say, "The specific origin is no longer verified. No one knows what the first wizard to say "Muggle" was thinking, but he did take advantage of it, because the magic world did not have a unified name for "non-magic person" at that time, so the word was accepted by more and more wizards."

"As for whether it contains a derogatory meaning, it depends on the tone of the speaker. Both the Weasleys and the Malfoys use this word, but their ideas must be completely different. You should have some understanding of this?"

The shadow belonging to Hermione nodded.

"But in general, if you use this word in conversation with ordinary people, it still has a hint of arrogance and disapproval of being a wizard. There are very subtle differences, perhaps only young wizards from Muggle families can experience it."

"why is that?"

"Would you like to be labeled?" Felix asked back, "especially when you don't know what that label means?"

"Of course I don't want to," she suddenly realized, "so you never used the word "muggle" when you communicate with my parents."

"I'm trying to reduce communication barriers," Felix nodded slightly. "It's obviously easier to understand with 'ordinary people' or 'non-magic people', but if you're standing opposite you, it's weird and genius."

Hermione understood a little. She preferred the professor's approach, which reflected respect for the speaker.

"What about the first question?"

"Can wizards and Muggles coexist? I can't give the answer, Miss Granger, but I think the trend of fusion is inevitable, and to be more precise, I think it's a matter of time before the magic world is exposed to the eyes of ordinary people."

"Oh, I get it! So Professor you set up the 'Future World' company?" Hermione asked keenly.

Felix chuckled.

“I want to build a buffer zone, which is a natural responsibility for our Muggle-born wizards.”

Hermione smiled. Although she never felt inferior about her background, she would still feel angry and sad when Malfoy said she was a 'mud breed'. From today on, if Malfoy said such words again, she would only pity him and think he was shallow and ignorant.

Although Malfoy hasn't said much in the past two years.

Is it because of the professor? Hermione thought that she was somewhat regretful that she could not see this scene during her time travel. At first she was like a shadow that should not exist, out of place with the whole world. She wandered aimlessly between the castles and venues of Hogwarts, and even the ghosts could not find her.

However, she also saw many secrets that she had never been able to access before.

Hermione survived the most difficult days with the food in the beaded bag, but there were always times when the food was finished. Just when she thought she would be trapped in time like those time travelers she used to be, the God of Luck finally arrived.

The time converter cracked a gap.

While nervous and fearful, Hermione found herself re-owned. She hurriedly sneaked to the kitchen to steal food. After a full meal, Hermione was in the mood to consider whether her behavior changed history or was part of the many strange rumors in Hogwarts.

A ghost who steals food?

But she was too hungry at the time and couldn't care about so much. The facts proved that her approach was correct. Two hours after that, she was taken to make a time jump and her body turned almost nothing again. Fortunately, she figured out the rules and could do something she had always wanted to do.

For example, send a letter.

After almost a month and a half, Hermione found that she had physical bodies under normal circumstances, as if she was wearing a layer of invisible clothes. She guessed that as she approached the normal timeline, she was also moving towards reality step by step. It would be sooner or later to be discovered.

So she escaped from school and returned home, preparing to record her experience and spend the last time with her parents. After that... Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Felix: "Thank you, professor."

"What?"

"Oh, I mean, I seem to have found a new goal, including the professor I had before, and I plan to go to the Ministry of Magic after graduation," said Hermione.

"A bad news, I thought you would choose the 'Future World' company." Felix's tone was a bit of a headache.

"I will not give up on ancient magical texts," Hermione said greedily.

...

Felix and Hermione returned to Black's old house, and before they could say a few words, it was time to go to bed. Mrs. Weasley stopped Ron from continuing to hype her new broom and drove them back to her room.

"That's 2000 light wheel!"

Ron and Ginny shouted in unison. But Ron looked at Ginny with caution, "You won't expect me to lend you a broom, do you?"

"mean."

Ginny snorted, standing up proudly like a proud cat.

"Okay, kids, you go to bed early, and you will be able to keep a lot of things tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley said very experiencedly. "I have to wake you up early, otherwise someone will lose it again..."

She said it was hit. The next morning, the whole house was in chaos and chaos. Mrs. Weasley and the portrait of Mrs. Black hanging in the foyer were shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Don't use magic! You two idiots"

"Dirty hybrid, defiling my ancestor's house"

Harry was frightened and put his clothes on his clothes and stuffed his toiletries into his trunk. The others were also in a hurry. They were relieved until they boarded the Hogwarts Express.

"Fred and George wanted to cast spells on the suitcase, but almost hit me..." Ginny explained to Harry what happened in the morning.

Harry scratched his head, wondering how to face Ginny alone. Just now, Ron and Hermione went to the senior carriage, "Uh, are you okay?" As soon as he said that, he felt bad.

"I'm fine." Ginny smiled, and they carried their luggage all the way to search for the empty carriage. Not far ahead of them was a chaotic, dirty, and waist-long blonde girl. "I saw Luna, let's go there," Ginny said.

Harry raised his head, and although he saw only one back, Harry immediately recognized her from the man's movement of floating into the carriage.

They squeezed through the crowd and picked up Neville halfway, "Oh my god, Harry, I thought I was late." He said happily, "It's just a little bit."

On the other side, Felix came to a front carriage, and he opened the door, and several Aurors and Order members sat quietly inside.

"Hello."

Kingsley, Delix, Moody, and Dedalo Digo each nodded to him.

Felix picked an empty seat and sat down. It could be seen that so many people were sitting in the narrow carriage. Moody's nervousness was off. He was uncomfortable, his eyelids kept jumping, and his rough big hands always wanted to grab something.

"Don't suck your wand, Alasto." Dlaro Digo, who was sitting next to him, said carefully.

Felix blinked and thought the trip became interesting. He took out another coin to make it jump at his fingertips, and his mind turned. The words Dumbledore appeared to him late at night appeared in his memory again. Well, what reason should he find to leave? Go and find a snack cart to buy snacks?
Chapter completed!