Chapter 607 Mr. Basharat

When Felix returned to Hogwarts Castle, it was completely dark.

He walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and with a crisp "click", he sniffed Valen poked his head out and ran out of it.

"Sorry for letting you stay in there, no matter what Jim and Rebecca treat you as, they will never be the animal that should be in reality..."

"Ji (It's okay.).."

Valen, who ran to the front, waved his hand behind him, twisted his furry body and ran quickly to a piece of erected wood in front of Hagrid's cottage. The strong and burly Hagrid was busy working on the open space in front of the cottage, "Yo, Valen?" He looked very happy, leaning on a shovel that exceeded the specification and looking around.

"Hey! Felix, Dumbledore is back, I know you're paying attention to this." He shouted, "But he looks a little tired, and he's tangled with the bunch of foreigners!"

"I know, Hagrid." Felix waved his hand from a distance, and he looked at the small tower protruding from the height of the castle, where lights were lit.

A few minutes later, Felix knocked on the door to the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat on the sofa, not even having time to change his travel cloak, looking exhausted. He straightened his body, "Felix? I happened to have something to look for you. I just came back and my mouth was very dry... Tea? Coffee? Juice? If you want to try new tricks, I have also collected some wines."

Felix smiled, "I haven't drunk the collection in your wine cabinet yet, um - can I take a bottle away to give it to someone?"

"You're welcome, please, I'm not very good at finding an occasion to enjoy them," Dumbledore said, and asked curiously, "Severus?"

"Caring for the elderly in the empty house." Felix said humorously.

"I might write down the wonderful words, maybe I should write them down, and I can use them in the future--oh, I'm afraid it won't work. It's hard to meet someone older than me." Dumbledore pouted, but he didn't struggle for too long, and said lightly: "Many of your thoughts are out of place with others, Felix, maybe it's your childhood experience that prompted you to think independently early... Oh, sorry."

Felix shook his head slightly and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. The glass door reflected the stars outside.

Dumbledore flicked his fingers, and two empty goblets appeared out of thin air. They watched the red wine grout pour into the cups. After each raised his glass and drank a small sip, Dumbledore smacked his lips with satisfaction: "But Severus is not old at all."

Felix raised his eyebrows, "But his life is boring, to be honest...it may be more boring than me."

At least on his schedule, he left a place for entertainment activities.

He put the goblet aside, looked at the other person and said:

"Abus, my research has come to a standstill. The soul is a rare and taboo area. The relevant information is pitifully small. We must take a little risk. Think about it carefully, it is no big deal if Voldemort's brain is broken-"

Dumbledore stared at the goblet in his hand, not saying anything. After a moment he said, "Wait for me." He walked around the desk and walked straight through the magic barrier to the spiral ladder on the second floor. After a while, he came down with a stack of parchment.

"What's this?"

"My personal thoughts on the 'soul'." Dumbledore nodded slightly and said.

Felix took it in surprise, turned over two pages, and simulated it in the thinking hut. His eyes were shining brightly, and his tone couldn't help but feel a little excited: "This information is very useful. Some places coincide with my research, but it must be more comprehensive and in-depth..."

As he said that, he stared at Dumbledore strangely. When did Dumbledore start to touch the part of his soul?

Is it really that the older you are, the more you are?

"I received a message today that Grindelwald is gone." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Absent?" Felix repeated, his mind passing the news, and he raised his hand, "I'm not involved, I know nothing about it, if you want to ask this." He explained guiltily: "At most it's through a few letters."

"I know." Dumbledore said briefly.

Just as Felix was thinking about what he meant - whether he ‘knows’ that he had not participated in the jailbreak of Old Man Grindelwald; or ‘knows’ about his correspondence with the old devil, Dumbledore continued: “I urgently contacted several old friends, and they were still in touch with some core saints, and no news came yet.”

"Even though so many years have passed, there are still people who are loyal to Grindelwald?" Felix was quite surprised.

If this is the case, why do these people sit and watch Grindelwald be detained for half a century?

"It's hard to tell Grindelwald's influence in one or two words," Dumbledore shook his head slightly with a serious expression. "His power was once extremely terrifying. When I was teaching in school, he had already pulled up a wizard army that was enough to subvert any Ministry of Magic in the world. I racked my brains to shake the foundation of his believers and forced him to the corner..."

He changed the subject and said: "Even though Grindelwald made such a serious mistake, he is still the one who is best for leading them in many people's minds."

The real history is far less dull than the words on paper.

It is vivid, alive, and real. It is difficult to summarize a person's entire traits and charm in just a few comments in history books.

Especially for later researchers, the words "very talented and attractive" may appear anywhere and be used to describe more than one person. But it must be admitted that people are different.

"It's safe for the time being," Dumbledore said softly, "He has a strong talisman restriction on him. I can make sure that these restrictions still exist. It's difficult for him to use profound magic... No matter what he wants to do, these conditions objectively set a threshold for him.

What I worry about is that losing power will prompt him to think, hide in the dark, promote his ideas, recruit troops, or provoke disputes with another theory, which is too dangerous. I even worried that he would bewitch you at one point."

"Well." Felix thought, he shouldn't have been bewitched.

Dumbledore smiled and said slightly, "I just realized recently that excellent people always have many commonalities, but the difference is that you hate trouble and advocate simplicity, which makes you not get too involved in power. Because power is complex, the more power it is more complicated."

"What kind of person is Grindelwald? His personality and appearance-" Felix asked.

"No, Felix, you can't understand, these things are not important at all, thoughts, thoughts! You can't imagine how his thoughts attracted me and inspired me. Muggles were forced to surrender, and we wizards were proud."

"I had a desperate desire to stand by him and regard him as the young leader of this revolution... I was completely addicted to it, full of cruel dreams. Of course, I thought about how much harm our dreams would bring to the world, but in the end I used empty reasons to convince myself that everything was for greater good. If I could obtain rights, I could protect my family and let them live in the sun, and I could shelter more people, but I was wrong. My desire for power made me go against my original intention and ignored the people I should have valued the most."

Pain came to Dumbledore's face, tears flashing in his eyes.

"I probably understand a little," Felix said softly: "In an era where people are generally confused and dissatisfied with the status quo, thoughts can kill people."

They chatted for a long time, and Dumbledore no longer shy away from his relationship with Grindelwald as a close friend, which may be the sense of security brought by the night. He admitted that he had been tempted, gave many ideas and contributed a lot of wisdom to Grindelwald's evil cause.

Felix poured him a glass of wine and comforted him: "You don't have to blame yourself for this. Albus, you never put your thoughts into practice. Who did not have any noble or despicable thoughts when you were young? Talented and wise people often make more mistakes, because ordinary little things are not challenging for them - dominating the world or something, I have thought about it."

Dumbledore looked at him in shock.

Felix shrugged, "I really thought it seriously, and the final conclusion is that it is not cost-effective. Too much to pay, too little reward."

Dumbledore smiled.

Then he looked down at the goblet in his hand and sighed, "But what if your ideal can only be realized through power? Those persistent and beautiful visions, when you are eager to get there, hope it becomes reality... That extreme obsession, perhaps only a colder reality can awaken people, but what's the use? It's too late."

What everyone values ​​may be completely different or even completely opposite.

Felix understood this truth, so he did not mention his "so-called ideal", because he knew that the ideal in Dumbledore's mouth was not the same as his concept. He hoped that the wizard world and the real world would be integrated, but just "hope", he could wait and be happy to leave it to others. In case something could not be done, he could take back all his tentacles without any delay and wait for the opportunity.

Dumbledore would have paid a huge price to wake up suddenly back then. It was so great that when he thought of his former ideals, he would feel heartbroken, full of disgust and regret.

Felix thought of the original intention that Dumbledore's "family" was not mentioned too much.

"Don't worry, Albus, I told him in the letter that times have changed and his ideas are out of date unless they are renewed... I am willing to talk to him. I only have one question. If he is hit hard, will he kill innocent people indiscriminately? Like Voldemort?"

"It's not good to abuse Muggles? He always only focuses on his own goals. He is an idealist with great goals. The sacrifice along the way seems to him as a price that must be paid."

Dumbledore took off his glasses and rubbed his nose and said, "I hope he can change. I heard that he was locked in Neumungad alone and regretted what he did. I hope it is true. Otherwise—"

"The damage he can do is far more than Voldemort."

...

In a blink of an eye, a week passed, and Felix finished digesting the manuscript given to him by Dumbledore.

During this period, the wizarding world was safe and no Ministry of Magic was captured in a certain country; no one stood up and announced the reorganization of the Saints Army. Everything was normal. Everyone performed their duties. Since that night, Dumbledore went back to argue with representatives of various countries. In addition to discussing the losses caused by Voldemort, there was also the topic of how to deal with the threat of Grindelwald.

That morning, he came to Spider-tail Alley and accidentally ran into the Malfoy family at Snape's house, which made Felix's plan fail. According to his understanding, Severus would never be able to speak the truth in front of so many people.

However, it was not completely rewarding. In a conversation full of maneuvers, Felix roughly grasped the purpose of Lucius's trip - with Snaple, who was also a spy. Felix could even speculate that Lucius had definitely run away from more than one family, such as Selwin, and the pure blood family that has been panicking recently.

As long as Felix moves his mouth, he can gain allegiance from these people and become their nominal leader.

Without touching the bottom line of these families, they will be consistent with Felix. This condition is quite attractive - with the bad example of Voldemort, the bottom line of the pure blood family is suppressed to be particularly low.

But Felix also had to give something, and to summarize it, there was only one name - his name, and he had to allow those pure blood families to mention his name.

This means minimum shelter.

Felix did not refuse, because at this time there was a need for such a person, a person like him. Ms. Borns could not continue to be strong, and she would not be able to throw innocent people into prison, giving these people a reassurance so that they could escape abroad collectively...

Felix can tolerate the Shafik family, and Ms. Bones must also tolerate the pure blood family without any threat.

"You haven't moved out of the safe house?" Felix asked with interest.

"Not yet, I'm very comfortable." Lucius said vaguely.

Felix smiled in his heart. Lucius might be saying the truth, but it might also have another purpose - if you want to wait and see for a while, Lucius knew that Voldemort was not dead.

"Okay, you can live in that house first, it's empty anyway."

Lucius talked along this topic. He talked about their life in that "little house", and the sigh in his words was like experiencing life in a remote and remote place with particularly difficult conditions.

"There are too many things. Narcissa and I put some into the Gringott, but there is still some left... We are studying the traceless stretching spell these days, so that the house can be as large as possible on the basis of maintaining its beauty... Draco, tell the professor..."

Draco put down his fork and said dryly: "We blew the floor--"

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Lucius coughed violently, glared at his son, and explained: "Narcisa and I are not very good at this spell, because--because--"

"Not used." Felix added help.

"Uh, yes," Lucius said embarrassedly.

Coming out of Snape's house, Felix looked around, a faint smell of dirty rivers and garbage mountains drifted over from a distance, the surrounding weeds were deserted, and the gloomy and dark shadows cast by the obscure abandoned buildings.

All this made it difficult for him to sympathize with Malfoy's hard life.

It is estimated that Severus had the same idea. When Lucius complained, his face was stinky.

Felix even regretted taking out the bottle of Dumbledore's wine.

After he said that it was Dumbledore's treasure, Snape barely drank half a cup, but Lucius was drinking very vigorously.

In the afternoon, Felix visited the industry he drove on the bustling streets of London - with Winnie Valentine, but they unexpectedly met Harry, who was surrounded by others, not Sirius, but a strange face.

"Professor Hayp." Harry said hello in a depressing manner. He tried to pretend that he didn't see it, but the person next to him suddenly spoke loudly. Before he could react, he noticed Professor Hayp's gaze was spinning on him.
To be continued...