Felix put away the newspaper, "Shi!" Valen called out.

It hasn't been finished yet!

"Well, seriously, your reading speed should be increased, where are you seeing now?"

The fork in Valen pointed to the paragraph in the middle of the newspaper.

"Snakewood Staff?" Felix murmured, "I will tell you a story about a secret room someday." He continued to drink cereal porridge, not caring about all kinds of curious eyes in the auditorium. After calmly finishing breakfast, he appeared in the office of Principal Hogwarts.

There are already guests there.

A short, fat bald man squeezed his bloated body into the armchair. One of his fat hands picked up a piece of icing pineapple from the box next to him, and his mouth kept chewing, and his thick silver beard as thick as a walrus, stuck to the frosting.

"Principal Dumbledore, I have something to report to you." Felix looked at the man quietly, wearing a brown-purple velvet coat and the shiny copper buckles made an overwhelming sound as he swallowed.

It's so strange that I could actually think of the scene of Yeshi eating, but Yeshi is much thinner than the current wizard.

Slughorn looked at Felix casually, and the movement in his mouth suddenly stopped, "It's him, Albus?" He asked at Dumbledore sitting opposite him. Dumbledore looked pitifully thin compared to him.

"Felix Happ," said Felix politely: "If you want to ask my name."

"Ah, of course, who else can be impressive with this ability?" said the wizard, jumping up from the chair quickly, and his other clean hand reached into the pocket of his shirt, took out a soft purple velvet handkerchief, and wiped his fingers carefully.

"I've always wanted to find an opportunity to meet you," he said, handing his chubby hand to Felix, "the pride of the famous Felix Hepp, Slytherin."

"You're over-reputable," said Felix, shook his hand, feeling his fingers sticky when he let go, but he knew it was a psychological effect. He asked tentatively, "Mr. Slughorn?"

The wizard smiled and his protruding belly trembled regularly.

"Sit here..." Slughorn let him sit closer to him and said in the tone of the owner of the house. Dumbledore had a smile on his lips, as if he thought it was very interesting. Valen jumped off Felix's shoulder, pulled Dumbledore's trousers' legs, and pointed his pink little finger at Fox who was standing on the shelf.

"Shi?"

Dumbledore handed it a candy like a magic trick and blinked at Valen: "Share is the stepping stone to friendship."

"I agree with you, Dumbledore." Slughorn said, sitting side by side with Felix, retracting his body to the chair and squirming the most appropriate angle. After a while, he sighed and leaned against the back of the chair, "Do you want a piece, Felix?" he said enthusiastically.

"No, thank you," Felix said, "I'm allergic to sweets recently."

"I have this kind of time," Slughorn said with a laugh, picking up another pastry, "for a while I always prefer some kind of sweets, so I ate it very much, and then I didn't want to touch it again for several years... That was when I was young, and now I prefer to do something."

"A very wise speech." Felix said briefly, it would be better if it was not a sweet tooth. He watched silently as Valen climbed up the table with long legs, and looked at Phoenix Fox standing on the gilded perch. Valen stood on the table with candy, and Fox glanced at it sideways.

Dumbledore and Slughorn also looked at them with interest.

"The cockroach pile, some people don't like it, but it actually has a unique flavor." Dumbledore said. As he spoke, Fox quickly poked his head out of the perch, took away the cockroach-shaped candy in Valen's hand, swallowed it in one bite, making a crisp "knock" sound.

The three of them looked back at the same time with satisfaction.

"Ah, I'll get what you want." Dumbledore suddenly said to Slughorn, and he stood up and went up the second floor along the spiral stairs.

As his figure disappeared on the stairs, Felix felt Slughorn's gaze scrutinize him.

"You're better than I thought," he said a few seconds later. "I mean, many people have mentioned you in their letters, and it's hard to believe that they have such a big disagreement about you."

"It's not surprising," Felix said.

"Oh, uh, you're right, everyone's position is different, I've heard rumors, such as your origin... Although I don't care at all - it's true!" Slughorn said that he spent a considerable amount of time talking about the connections he knew, "in a key position." Many of them were wizards from Muggle family, and as he said, he had no prejudice against bloodline.

However, Felix read a hobby called "collective hobby" from his endless expression. So Felix suggested that he write a memoir and write all the genius students he taught. Slughorn's face turned red after listening to it, and he felt like he met a soulmate.

"When I was Dean Slytherin, I discovered that the little wizards from Muggle origin can always bring me all kinds of novel ideas. It's incredible... Of course, I mean the excellent group. From this perspective, their existence is very necessary and can bring fresh blood to the old magic world... I'm so sorry I didn't retire two years later." He stared at Felix with a bright look, as if regretting that he had missed a treasure.

"Do you still keep in touch with those students?" Felix asked, from the few words he heard during the summer vacation, the old man lived in a very remote place.

"Oh, I was going to hide and avoid the limelight. You know, it will soon be messy outside. I can't get along with those dangerous guys, but they will definitely come to me... I have this feeling," Slughorn said. "It was at this time Dumbledore came to me."

He seemed angry, "He wanted to get something from me, oh, I can't say what it is-" He shook his fingers covered in frosted, "I have worked with him, and I will never give up until he achieves his goal. He also found a little guy as a lobbyist!"

Felix smiled, he knew who that person was, Harry.

"I'll just say in private that his hand is very despicable." Slughorn leaned over and whispered, with a heart-to-heart tone. "But it's very clever, he hit my weakness. I'm old and my heart softened, especially when facing the children of my favorite students..." He sighed deeply, and the walrus beard curled up funnyly, "By the way, she is also from a Muggle."

"Lily is a genius, spiritual, skillful, and knows the principle of reward... Since she learned about my birthday, she has given me a thoughtful gift every year, never late, and never stopped even after she graduated. When I read the news of her death from the newspaper, I knew that no one would give me warm knee pads again in the future... Alas, a word, a good person will not live long." He muttered, picking up a handkerchief and blowing his nose heavily.

Felix didn't think about how to respond and whether to respond to him, but he had already diverted the topic smoothly.

"You don't know how Dumbledore pried open someone else's mouth, right? He brought wine on my birthday, saying he wanted to celebrate me, but he couldn't deceive me. I know what he was thinking! But I couldn't refuse a sumptuous dinner, even if it was a big or small, it had a purpose... The most annoying thing was that after he used it, I ignored it. I asked him to introduce the other two youngest Merlin Medal winners, but he kept saying that I was not a teacher at the school and could not disturb them... He actually suggested that I write a letter!"

Slughorn looked indignant.

At this time, Dumbledore appeared in the stairs and spoke in a funny tone:

"Dear Horas, of course I'm not targeting you. In fact, for a while, the media have been coming to me to arrange their interviews, but I have rejected them in the name of influencing learning. I don't think it's a good thing for them to know too early that they suddenly have a group of admirers, which will mess up their little heads."

Dumbledore said, handing him a package.

"Thank you," Slughorn said with a rare slightest, struggling to stand up from his armchair to take the package. He grabbed a handful of Flood powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, and the turquoise flames burned. "I will come again, Dumbledore!"

Slughorn stepped into the flame with one foot, hesitated for a moment, then took it back, he pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and threw it to Felix, "Transfer it to Harry Potter, just say it was his late birthday gift."

He stepped into the flames, held the package, and disappeared in a very funny way.

Felix looked at the bottle the size of a thumb in his hand, which was a blessing agent. He put it away casually, looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice: "Albus, I have something to say to you."

"Is it about the old wand?"

"You also saw today's newspaper?" Felix asked.

"It's not just the newspaper today," Dumbledore said.

"What?"

"I contacted some friends from France, Bulgaria, Norway, and even the United States this morning and they told me they also saw similar articles, but not today, and the earliest records date back to a week."

Felix frowned.

Voldemort's plan to stone three birds was implemented very thoroughly. In his perception, Voldemort had three goals. One was to cause trouble for him and make him unable to do anything else for several months; the other was to use the lives of others to test the authenticity of the old wand; as for the third, Voldemort might still have a secret expectation, what if he and Dumbledore broke up because of this.

After all, when he stayed in school, if there were always dark wizards snooping around every few days, Dumbledore might be really dissatisfied. If he was Voldemort, he could take the opportunity to control several unlucky guys to sneak into the school, and cooperate with some public opinion offensives...

But with such a big fanfare, Felix always felt that Voldemort might have other plans.

The school, the Ministry of Magic, or the Sword Castle? He was thinking in his heart.

"Voldemort finally found some work for the huddle Death Eater." He said sarcastically.

"This approach really caught us off guard. If the news was limited to the UK, I believe it would not be so passive... At this time, many people may have illegally infiltrated into the UK." Dumbledore said, "I contacted Amelia, she will come later."

Felix nodded.

"What are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked.

"Two things... the first thing, please let Ms. Bones clarify to the public that her words are more convincing than me. With her testimony, at least the British magic world cannot be chaotic."

"It makes sense." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The second thing," Felix's eyes flashed with a strange light, "Let the wind out, say I have a way to prove the doubts of the outside world, and welcome the witness of the native British wizards and 'foreign' wizards." He aggravated his tone in the word "tested".

At this moment, he looked sharp.

The so-called witness is just a euphemism of challenge.

You said I hold the old wand, but I don't need it at all. Empty hands can still make all those who covet the power of the old wand feel desperate. Felix grinned and showed his white teeth, and he actually began to look forward to that day.

"Felix..." Dumbledore paused.

"Don't worry," Felix glanced at him, "If possible, I wouldn't deprive people of their lives at will, but don't expect them to live a better life." In fact, if this matter was placed on Voldemort, the shadows in the dark would only be more envious and fearful, but if it was placed on him, it would become trouble.

He seems to be too low-key.

It's better to be in the UK, and some of his "deeds" are circulating in the dark corners, and no one will come to you easily.

But abroad, his name seems insignificant. Well, it may not be necessary. Felix thought that many people in the Quidditch World Cup had seen him take action, but he couldn't say how much effect it had.

The clock pointed at eleven o'clock, and the flames in the fireplace rose high again.

Amelia Bones walked out of it in a dusty manner.

"You are all here," she was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It has been confirmed that a group of people have entered the country illegally. Kingsley led the Auror team to raid the inspection of the Overturn Alley and Hogsmeade, and caught more than a dozen foreign wizards, and two wanted criminals who were even fled in other countries."

"There will only be more in the secret." Dumbledore said softly.

"We think so, too," Ms. Bones said.

"There is something wrong with the Prophet Daily - its editor should have been hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse." Felix said suddenly.

"Yes, we tried it with the anti-thief waterfall, but Barnabas Gulfey remembers nothing, and it is difficult to tell whether it is disguised." Ms. Borns said, and she paused and looked at Felix: "Mr. Hepp, I want to know, the wand in your hand..."

Felix waved his hand and a black wand flew towards her.

"I did ask Mr. Ollivand to customize a new wand - imitating my first wand, thirteen inches, ebony, the only difference is that the core of the wand was replaced by my own hair." Felix said, making a gesture of asking.

Ms. Bones showed an apology expression, "It's rude." She picked up the wand and waved it lightly. The wand didn't respond at all, and was even resisting her magic.

"You should be able to find its characteristics, extremely exclusive, only for me." Felix said softly, calmly spreading his hands, his wand broke free from Ms. Bones's bondage, and flew over spontaneously, hovering around him, while making an excitement buzz.

"So you should be able to tell that this is the most suitable wand for me."

Ms. Bones stared at the scene in surprise and nodded subconsciously.

"Wait, your hair?" She looked at Felix with a weird expression. "Do you have the blood of a magical creature? Oh, sorry, you don't have to answer..."

Felix had a dark face, which was why he didn't want others to know about the core material, especially acquaintances, such as Sirius and Severus. Although these two people had completely opposite personalities, they would definitely reach some consensus on this matter-He would be laughed to death.
To be continued...