Felix curled his lips.

"No kidding, ask a question: How do I play myself?" The memory frowned, as if he was really worried about it.

"Just don't get too out of the way," Felix said.

Memory made a rude gesture, and Felix asked with a dark face: "Where did you learn it?"

"A student." Memory said irresponsibly: "I can tell you his name, I remember it very clearly."

Felix stepped out of Classroom No. 7 and came to the House of Responsible Requests, and then appeared in the Screaming Shed. After several phantoms moved, he was already standing near an abandoned warehouse. In the warehouse was a man with large ties, with his big body, with his knotted gray hair and beard, his eyes were sunken, and his dirty fingers had long yellow nails, which were more like a beast than a human.

Felix noticed the dense scratches on the ground.

"Fenriel Greybock?"

Greybock whined, with a rag stuffed in his mouth.

"Oh, I forgot." Felix said insincerely, he waved his hand, the rag was removed, and the man spat on the ground. This made him reveal the pointed teeth in his mouth and the mouth sores at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he slanted his eyes from the ground and said incredibly: "Felix Hepp? Did you send someone to catch me?"

"It's me. What did Voldemort ask you to do?" Felix's sharp eyes pierced straight into Fenriel's eyes like a sharp sword. After a while, Grebroke's eyes collapsed on the ground, motionless.

"Didn't Voldemort stamp you a seal? Oh, sorry, he may not look down on you very much," Felix said.

Greybock, who was like a corpse, moved, and the fierce light in his eyes became agile. He whispered: "...that's cooperation..."

"Cooperate? Do you really think you are qualified?"

Felix shot out the coma curse, and the werewolf fell straight down.

After a long time, Lupin and Tonks suddenly appeared from the air. They raised their wands and looked around vigilantly. "Is the address?" Tonks asked in a low voice. "Yes, that's what the note that suddenly fell on my desk said." Lupin said, he vaguely guessed who it was, but Tonks was right next to him. He couldn't say in detail, it would be bad if it was a contraband.

"On there." Tonks said vigilantly. The two moved step by step to the edge of the warehouse, cooperated with each other and Luping became even more depressed when he realized this.

The lock of the warehouse couldn't help them. He opened the thick iron door, and when he saw clearly what was inside, his body froze.

At the same time, Felix has returned to Classroom No. 7. No matter what Lupin intends to do, he wants to take care of it. However, he estimated that as long as Lupin does not lose his mind, he would not kill Greybock, even if the werewolf bites him when he was a child.

So Felix left a spell on Greybock, and let his sin and body wither together.

The students who were still in class in Class 7 knew nothing about this, and they didn't even know that the professor had changed people halfway. They only knew that Professor Haypu brought them to Class 7. They came to a clearing in the forest, sitting on huge, bare stumps, and pea seedlings drooped from the sky. Professor Haypu sat in a hammock made of vines and gave them lessons.

"Does anyone know what we have learned recently... Yes, yes, I have a good memory... Hey, didn't I tell you? Combining the core magic texts of the twelve types of amulets is an ancient magic... I didn't say it? It's so cunning... It doesn't matter, I'll demonstrate it to you..."

"The professor is very lively today," said Fred, looking at the memory swinging.

"Maybe I want to try a different style," George said. "It's very tiring to maintain a face."

"It makes sense, we can try it."

At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the air and grabbed their professor. The students looked at each other. Before they could react, the professor appeared again. Felix cleared his throat and said to the stunned student on the stump: "Well, does anyone know what I just said? There are extra points..."

After class, the students walked out of the classroom one after another.

"The professor must have been lazy and might have gone to Professor McGonagall to have tea."

"Why is Professor McGonagall?"

"Oh, don't you think she was very elegant when she was young? I would have been so elegant in the future."

In the afternoon, Felix saw many new faces appearing in the school, a dozen adult wizards, and he only knew a few of them. There were people from the Wizard Examination Administration and people from the Phantom Appearance Test Center, two of which impressed him were Dolores Umbridge and Chesterton Avery.

"Tsk tsk, it's not difficult at all," Felix said. "No, you can't take it lightly." His eyes slid past the dozen adult wizards present, perhaps there were real inner support in these people.

Dumbledore welcomed them warmly, and then he whispered to his old friend Professor TOFUDI.

"Didn't Professor Machiban come this time?" Dumbledore said gently.

"She is busy giving out test papers, and she is led by the Phantom Appearance Test Center, but they are short of staff and temporarily transferred a group of people from the department." Professor TOFUDI said.

The adult wizards in the crowd looked around with a little excited. They rarely had the chance to come back after graduation. When they returned to school, they felt much younger all of a sudden. At this moment, they were eagerly talking about interesting things when they were in school.

"Can we walk around?" asked a round-faced witch.

"Of course, Corina," Dumbledore pointed at Professor McGonagall with his white gloves. "Mileva will arrange everything." The round-faced witch shrank her neck when she heard the name, and said in a weak voice: "McMc, Professor McGonagall, good morning."

"It's afternoon, Miss Corina," said Professor McGonagall seriously.

"Oh...good afternoon."

"Amos! Come and check it out, I found something good," wizard Waiki Teckros, wearing an old top hat, shouted in the foyer: "Oh my God, it's a big change. I haven't been there last year!"

He is the instructor of the Ministry of Magic's Phantom Movement Class and basically comes to school once a year. He put the surprisingly pale face on the bulletin board with a look of surprise.

"Is it a club?" Amos Diggory asked from a distance from the entrance of the auditorium: "I heard Seid mention it during the holidays..."

Waiki Teckros didn't say anything, he carefully pulled out a colorful parchment from under the bulletin board and said with an admiration: "This seems like a newspaper? Let me see."

"The documentary sales of the Bird Snake Broken Shell is so good. The photographer sniffs for a sniff. I don't know that the Weasley twins shouted at a pair of armor late at night. They were caught by the administrator Felch who rushed over after hearing the news. Is it too much pressure for the exam? Thinking about the rumor that Felch casts spells at a high profile and breaks the rumors of mute cannons Professor Sinista's work and rest is chaotic. He often gets up at noon Professor Bubaji intends to change the Muggle research course to farming teaching. The students complain. It's so interesting. This newspaper is called the 'Missive Wall'?"

"Do you like this name? I chose it with my own hands, the name of a song." A voice asked. "Oh, uh," Waiki Teckroth lowered his head, looked at the girl who suddenly jumped out, and looked at the newspaper again, "Is this your newspaper?"

"yes."

Waiki Teckros stared at the parchment and asked tentatively: "Little girl, your name is Marfalda?"

Marfalda nodded proudly, and she shifted the topic smoothly, "So can you tell me what you do?"

"You want to interview me, little girl? You should only be in the first grade?"

"This has nothing to do with our interview. I interviewed a lot of big shots." Marfalda straightened her chest and tried her best to make herself look taller.

Waiki Teckroth felt a little funny, "Well, who are there?"

"Let me think about the three winners of the Medal of Merlin, three full members of the Anti-Dark Magic League, the captain of the Quidditch team, the president of the men's and women's student union, the contestants of last year's championship, and some future celebrities... I will also focus on the professors in the future. And Principal Dumbledore," Marfalda said seriously.

The two adult wizards became more and more surprised as they heard it. "Is there Cedric Digory?" Amos asked impatiently, "I am his father."

"Yes! He is the kind of future celebrities, the kind that can get chocolate frog cards."

"You can predict this?" Waiki Teckroth felt quite ridiculous. He wanted to hear the little girl's reason.

"Yes, he has published a lot of articles in "New Interpretation of the Magic Text", but the real reason is his Magic Foot Club, which has just changed its name recently." Marfalda tilted his head and looked at the yellowed announcement on the wall, and said confidently: "It's not just him, I have a premonition that many clubs here will become giants in the future. I'm witnessing history with my own eyes..."

Amos Digory and Waiki Teckros looked at each other, Amos admitted that he was a little convinced, he was troubled by a family matter recently, and the little girl seemed to have given him an answer. But Waiki Teckros would not forget what he had just seen from the bulletin board, and he didn't know how the 'S.P.E.W.' and 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The 'The

He happened to know the source of the horned snoring beast. It was a third-rate tabloid in the magic world. The editor-in-chief's mind seemed to be not normal...

"So, little girl with a keen sense of smell, what about you? What is your positioning for yourself?" asked Waiki Teckroth.
Chapter completed!