The whole world is left with three colors: black, white and gray.

Rita Skit stiffened and looked at Felix's fingers pounding the tabletop with difficulty. His nails were fair and slender, and his nails were healthy light pink—the only color within her field of vision.

As the fingers tapped, circles of black and gray ripples bloomed from their fingertips, and the ripples passed through the bodies of the two people and spread silently in all directions.

"You-" the woman said arduously, her wand was in her hand, but she could not lift even a slight height.

"Look, I occasionally use this perspective to observe the world and magic, which is still very interesting." Felix introduced that his attitude has not changed from beginning to end.

But Rita Skitter doesn't think so.

"You do this...illegal...Azkaban..." She opened and closed her lips with great difficulty, saying word by word.

"Rita, Rita, you don't think I'll do anything bad to you, do you?" Felix said funnyly, "I just asked, do you really understand me?"

"Obviously, you don't know me."

"One of your colleagues advises you not to make any decisions about me? I guess he must be Slytherin."

Rita Skitter's eyes were staring at him.

Felix said calmly, "I used my holiday time to visit several stubborn pure blood families when I was in fifth grade, and after that they did not talk about anything about me in public."

"Do you know why?"

Her eyes widened.

"Who do you think I need to rely on to fight the threat from the extreme pure blood family? No, Rita," he whispered, "I just showed them a possibility."

As Felix's mood fluctuated, the white and gray of the whole world quickly dyed black like ink, which was a deep and depressing darkness.

Rita Skitter's body trembled slightly.

"Yes, a possibility, if I become the Dark Lord..." he did not continue.

The darkness faded quickly and returned to a distinct black and white look like an old faded photo.

"Think about it carefully, I'm actually easy to talk to. As long as you don't come to provoke me, I won't have time to pay attention to you. But unfortunately, it just happened-"

"You're blocking my way..."

Ignoring her, Felix attracted the parchment paper on the table and read it casually.

Before he knew it, the parchment had been filled with a foot of content, which made him feel a little amused. If the little wizard of Hogwarts had such ability to make up, they would definitely laugh out loud in their dreams.

"Tsk tsk!"

“This is too much.”

"Did I say that?"

"Keep in close relationship with Dumbledore, who, me?" he shook his head.

The colors in the room gradually returned, and this was also a magical scene, like a child found a faded photo in an old storage room, picked up a crayon and smeared it on it.

The world is full of vitality again.

Rita Skitter discovered that she had recovered her ability to move.

She glanced at the wand in her hand, then looked at Felix, who was still reading parchment, and her eyes kept turning.

But she quickly gave up on the stupid idea.

"Have you thought about it, should I do it? This may be an opportunity. Grab me and you will make up the story afterwards." Felix raised his head and looked at her with light blue eyes.

"You're joking, Felix, no, Professor Hepp, Sir--" Rita Skitter kept changing his name.

"Oh."

He threw down the parchment in his hand lightly, and it quietly turned into ashes.

"About my purpose..."

"I apologize! I will stop all false statements!" she said quickly, with a flattering smile on her face.

"Thank you, Rita."

Felix stood up, smiled slightly, bowed politely, and then he pushed open the door and his figure merged into the night.

At this moment, the sky was completely dark. The north wind blew his robe with snowflakes, making it sound like a "hunting". Felix took two steps against the wind and snow, and the next second he disappeared from the spot.

After a while, Rita Skit quietly opened the door and glanced left and right. There was nothing outside the room, so she quickly closed the door.

A vicious curse spurted out of her mouth, and she was cursing someone with the most unpleasant words she had ever known in her life.

"Felix Happ!" she shouted the name fiercely.

"I want to take revenge! Revenge...his secret...yes, yes, this damn...he doesn't know I'm Animagus, maybe, no, too risky."

After scolding for a long time, Rita Skitter finally stopped.

She came to the wine cabinet and wanted to take out a bottle of wine to quench her thirst, but as soon as her finger touched the handle, the gorgeous silver product turned into fine sand in her hand.

Rita Skitter stood there.

She tentatively stretched out a thick finger and pointed a purple long-necked pot - her favorite wine pot. But the next second, the pot quickly broke down into fine sand, including the wine stored inside.

Her eyes became terrified, and her body stumbled into the chair behind her. Then she found that the chair was also scattered on the ground and turned into a pool of fine sand.

Rita Skit looked around her house—every place was constantly sanding, including her exquisite frames and alligator leather handbags.

Even the floor is not spared.

"Ahhhh!"

She ran out of the house in horror, and under her gaze, the entire single-family house was shaking, and a whirlpool of sand came out from the bottom, slowly and firmly swallowing the house.

"This is a lesson." A very sudden voice sounded in Rita Skitter's mind.

Her lips were trembling, as if she wanted to say something, but this time, she quickly closed her mouth.

The edge of the forbidden forest.

Felix's figure suddenly appeared, and he rushed to the castle step by step in the wind and snow. The weather in December was so cold, especially the strong winds mixed with blizzards, and every step was a severe test.

When he saw the outline of the castle from afar, a thought was touched. He shook his head, but he really couldn't remember it.

Felix pushed open the dark-brown gate, shook the snowflakes off, and entered the warm castle.
Chapter completed!