Christmas is here step by step.

The school is deserted and there are no people. Felix believes that the latest situation is published in the newspaper every day, which indirectly reminds students that there is a black demon who is eyeing him outside the quiet campus. Therefore, during Christmas, they are increasingly eager to reunite with their families.

“It’s not that bad,” said Professor McGonagall. “During the last war, people always felt that they were in danger and that they would make a decision quickly.”

“What about?”

"For example, getting married as soon as you graduate, and having a young couple elope to escape abroad... it's not uncommon." Professor McGonagall's tone was somewhat dissatisfied.

Two seats apart, astronomy professor Sinista was describing a spectacular solar eclipse she had seen in detail. Trelawny, who had been silent, looked at her thoughtfully: "I used my eyes to see strange shadows on Jupiter last summer, which may correspond to what is happening now... I really regret not giving an early warning, but I was infected with wind and cold at that time..."

The hint in her words was too obvious, and the others on the dining table saluted her.

Professor Sinista asked with interest: "Are you talking about the astronomical wonder of the comet hitting Jupiter? I observed it from beginning to end. It was a big explosion at first, and then it spread out huge dark clouds of dust, which lasted for several months."

Trelawney held the necklace with beads on her neck, "Well... we may not be talking about the same thing, you know... people with the will of heaven are different from those seen by normal people..."

Felix looked sideways and turned his head firmly.

"Okay." Professor Sinista said, smacking his lips, burying himself in the solution to the beef pie on the plate. Dumbledore also retracted his eyes and joined the conversation between Professor Bubage and Professor Sprout. "I can't wait to see the latest progress, Caridi. I have to say that this kind of research is very meaningful, the key is that there is no risk yet..."

"Yes, Pomona has helped me a lot," said Professor Bubaji, burping. Professor Sprout smiled and poured her a glass of wine.

"Where is Sirius?" Professor Flevy looked around.

"He went home for the holidays and his godson," said Felix.

"You mean Potter... Oh, it's hard for me to associate him with the word 'father'. Maybe he's left too much impression on me before... But I have to say that he is a qualified professor, much better than I expected." Professor Flevy sniffed emotionally, so he didn't hear Snape's disdainful hum.

Felix thought about it. Whether it was his school performance he had learned from Fat Lady or the more dazzling "The First Death Eater and the First Prison Breaker in Azkaban", he had a higher presence than Professor Black's title...

But Sirius is also very stable now.

The cold wind whistled, and the fire was booming in Black's old house.

Sirius, who was just praised by Felix in his heart, was scolding him next to him. Mrs. Weasley was thrusting her waist up, and her short body burst out with huge energy: "Farewell without saying goodbye! Falling away! Do you know how worried we are? I thought you were captured by a mysterious person. It would be great if you really do this," she said angrily: "You are still taking Harry with you?"

Sirius leaned listlessly on the sofa, his right hand drooped to a place where Mrs. Weasley could not see it, and fiddled with a Muggle piece hidden in the crack of the stone. Harry was standing aside and did not dare to breathe. Mrs. Weasley yelled for half an hour, and Ginny, Ron, Lupin, and Tonks all appeared at the door, but no one had the courage to stop Mrs. Weasley who was still angry.

It was not until Mr. Weasley came back that she remembered that the beef was still stewed in the pot and hurried to the kitchen.

"Please do some serious things, too." She shouted to Ginny and Ron who were standing at the stairs. Sirius, who had just looked dejected, stopped his hand and pricked his ears. When the footsteps disappeared, he jumped up from the sofa and made a face downstairs. Ginny was stunned.

"Don't listen to her, Harry, a man must have some adventure... Besides, I stepped on it beforehand." He blinked at Harry and went upstairs "dial".

Ron repeatedly confirmed that his mother had really left, and approached Harry and asked, "Where have you been?"

"Go to visit the graves." Harry whispered through his teeth.

Ron opened his mouth and finally patted Harry on the shoulder silently, "Don't think about these things, show you something good. When you are not here, Ginny asked Tonks about many Auror training programs, and we think some of them can be used at the frontline observation station..."

Harry raised his head with interest. "I'll go over and take a look--before supper, was it in Ginny's room?" He looked towards the stairs, and Ginny disappeared at some point.

After taking a few steps, he found Ron looking at him strangely.

"I warn you...if you plan to do something to Ginny, I will never allow it-" he whispered, as if he had been conceiving this passage in his mind for a long time.

Harry was dumbfounded, "How could it be-"

The conversation between them was unexpectedly interrupted, and Mrs. Weasley stuck her head out of the door, "It's time to eat, children, go and wash your hands. Where is Ginny?"

Harry and Ron shrank their necks at the same time, leaving the previous topic behind. "Hasn't she come to you?" Ron muttered.

"Everyone is uneasy..." Mrs. Weasley's voice gradually faded away.

Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy sat on the exquisitely decorated dining table, burning the blazing fire in the gorgeous gold-plated fireplace, and he jingled the silver plates.

"Draco, pay attention to your manners," said Narcisa. "If you finish eating, you can go to the Christmas tree to see. During your nap, several elders have sent gifts."

Draco licked his lips, sat upright, looked at Lucius and said, "I, I have something to say to you."

"Is it a matter of school?" Lucius slowly put down his fork, wiped his mouth, and then slowly picked up the goblet.

"No." Draco said with a rapid breathing.

"What is that?" Mrs. Malfoy looked at her son in confusion. She had fair skin but slightly high cheekbones, which made her look a little mean at first glance.

Draco did not answer his mother's inquiry, and he looked at Lucius and stuttered, "Dad, I want to talk to you alone...a conversation between men."

Lucius and Narcisa looked at each other strangely. "So, do you think you can take responsibility?" Lucius put down his wine glass, wiped his mouth with a white velvet cloth again, leaned his back against the chair, staring at his son.

"Draco..." Narcisa's voice was filled with a bright warning.

"I think that's the case." Draco said stubbornly.

"Very good, very good." Lucius said in a low voice, "Follow me." Draco jumped up from the chair quickly. "Bring your wand." Lucius said coldly. Draco's expression froze.

...

The next day, the weather was clear and Felix arrived at Diagon Alley early.

"Are these..." Lupin looked at him in surprise as he took out a roll of parchment.

"A plan, and some squint information," Felix explained. "Some addresses may be old, and it doesn't matter if you can't find someone."

Lupin first unfolded the plan, his lips squirmed, and read the dark green handwriting. His expression gradually became serious. "The exclusive wand that can make the squin cast spell is the magic frequency... Everyone is different?"

"That's right. The so-called magic frequency is actually an accurate measurement of magic fluctuations. The magic power of each wizard has slight differences, which is our unique feature. In theory, you can accurately identify the wizard casting through the magic frequency..."

"What's actually?" Luping asked cleverly.

"The actual situation is more complicated. If you have strong control of magic and deliberately conceal it... you can completely change your magic frequency." Felix said in an unpredictable tone: "But it must be admitted that this process is difficult... very difficult..."

Because of this, Felix was able to make an exclusive wand. Because this wand can only recognize specific magic powers. If outsiders want to imitate, they rely entirely on luck. If they try tens of thousands of times, they will not have any results.

Lupin looked at Felix and always felt that the smile was quite cunning. He lowered his head and continued to look through the plan, "Yesterday Sirius took Harry to the Godrick Valley." He said as he looked.

"Didn't you get into trouble?" Felix said, the trouble he said was referring to Voldemort. Now no one knows where Voldemort is hiding.

"No, they go and go back quickly, and they haven't stayed for too long." Lupin said with a smile: "Although he was scolded by Molly, I think this is the lesson he should have... Don't be too anxious for this plan?"

Felix nodded slightly, "Start with those who settle in the magic world first, don't make too much fanfare."

Lupin thought about it for a while, "Felix, you don't have to completely lock your eyes on the squib. Some wizards...their spellcasting ability is actually very bad."

"You mean-"

"We can advertise in newspapers, such as ‘Quick Mantra’." Lupin showed a memory expression: "I lived on this job for a while. It was a relaxing day. Just write letters every day, and guests occasionally come to my door. My teaching ability was also developed at that time... Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long."

This topic came to an abrupt end, and Felix probably wouldn't be too beautiful.

Lupin took out a quill pen, tilted his head to think about the advertising slogans, and Felix couldn't bear to disturb him. He wandered around Lupin's office, analyzing his positioning of the squid in his mind.

According to Felix's vision, when everything is settled and the wizarding world is revealed, the two sides will inevitably enter into substantial communication. However, this kind of communication is definitely not completely relaxed, and there will be no restrictions, and there will be no situation where wizards fly all over the sky.

At this time, someone needs to travel between the wizard society and the Muggle society.

It is best to be related to both parties to serve as a bridge of communication, but the bridge is different. In Felix's mind, the little wizards from the Muggle family - including the pure blood willing to set foot on the new wizard ship - represent the backbone of the future magic world, but they basically have to stay in the magic world in the end.

It is unlikely that they will show the magical world to the outside world as a direct external window. That is undoubtedly a waste.

But in the early stages of opening up, it is necessary to set up some "windows for communication between the two parties". The replacements Felix thought of were squins and relatives of the little wizard from the Muggle family. These people knew about the existence of magic for a long time and occasionally experienced the magic of magic in person. At least most of the parents of the little wizard had the experience of accompanying their children to Diagon Alley to buy books.

It is not feasible to let them study magic, but a new era will inevitably lead to many new professions, and many of them are very suitable for them.

Felix unfolds his imagination: First of all, a tour guide is a must. He can guide wizards to science and technology museums, museums, etc., or ordinary people to experience a one-day tour in the magic world; in addition, there are writers from the new era who will use the perspective of ordinary people - or the perspective of squins, or the perspective of wizards' relatives - to depict the experiences in the magic world and unravel the mystery of magic.

The benefits are obvious: strangeness is a breeding ground for suspicion, and only understanding can eliminate barriers.

Of course, there are magic merchants, potions, food, dynamic comics... These things must be managed by someone, and it is really difficult for wizards to do business carefully. They calculated that 1 Garon is equal to 17 Sike, and 1 Sike is equal to 29 Nat. Felix estimated that quite a few wizards could not figure out the decimal system.

But if the parents of the little wizard had this intention, Felix would be happy to see it. He would be optimistic about the parents of Justin Finlieri whom he had contacted...

The only thing Felix was worried about was the mentality of the Squin. He could intuitively feel the contradictory mentality of desire and jealousy from Felch: for him, it was not important to who ruled the magic world, how many people died in the wizard war, and even the more he died, the happier he was.

All Felch could remember was those who helped him, such as Ms. Okbet. Felix didn't even know if he was one of them.

The idea of ​​reflecting the marginal group of squibs from Filch is very representative. Of course, others may not be as extreme as Filch.

In most cases, once children from wizard families are confirmed to be squint, they will be sent to Muggle school early (Felch did not go because of the war). These people rarely have any entanglements with the magic world when they grow up. Just like Marfalda's father, he married and had children like normal people. If it weren't for his daughter being a wizard, he would have pretended that the magic world did not exist at all in his life.

So Filch is an individual case, or a relatively extreme case. After all, not all squins have the opportunity to see hundreds of students as soon as they open their eyes...

...

Felix picked up a book "Code of Conduct for Werewolf" from the desk. It can be seen that Lupin has often read this book recently, and even the corners are worn out. He opened the book, and the pages were automatically fixed to a certain page in the middle - "Don't, Felix!" Lupin shouted in panic. He reached out to grab it, but because he tried too hard, he knocked the book in Felix's hand away.

A photo fell from the rolling book "The Code of Conduct for Werewolf" and spun on the ground. The woman with conspicuous short pink hair in the photo blinked at him mischievously.

Felix was stunned for a moment. "Oh, sorry, I saw nothing." He turned around, and as expected, he heard a sound of grinding his teeth. Fortunately, Lupin did not rush over and bite him. After more than ten seconds, he turned around. Lupin had cleaned the scene and sat in a chair panting.

"Don't say it out." After a while, Lupin buried his face in his hand and said hoarsely.

"I think Tonks is—"

"Don't say it out!" Lupin said hurriedly, his chest undulating violently.

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded silently. Everyone had a knot in his heart... Walking out of the sword castle, Felix took out a sound transmission mirror and said to the people inside: "Leave Greybock to me."

A disguised voice came across from him, "Oh... he hid very deeply... and may not be in the UK now..."

"Aren't you not in the UK either?" Felix said lazily.

"I won't hang out with him! That guy may just hide in a cave in a small country! There are also a bunch of werewolfs around him!" the man said angrily.

"Reconciliation requires sincerity, remember? You took the initiative to find me." Felix reminded.
Chapter completed!