She carried her little skirt and bowed deeply to Felix.

...

In the evening, after returning to school, Felix and Valen were both hungry, and each of them sniffed down the crooked spiral staircase and prepared to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

I don't know who started it, but in short, they started playing the game of stepping on each other's shadow. Valen flexibly shook his feet, ran around Felix, shouting excitedly while running - it was calculating the score.

Felix suddenly felt that he was at a disadvantage, and his shadow was much bigger.

"Shi!"

Valen suddenly shivered, ran to his shoulders, and chirped to complain to him. The man's eyes were so terrible!

Felix turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall walking side by side with Mr. Basharat whom he had met during the day. Professor McGonagall was saying something quickly, not finding out about his and Valen's existence. Instead, Mr. Basharat looked at Valen, and he narrowed his eyes and his face turned gloomy.

"Since Dumbledore agrees... I can't say anything, but Mr. Basharat, please be mentally prepared. Managing the little wizard is a very hard job. I will tell you everything I know, including textbooks, teaching tasks, school rules... Oh, Felix?"

Professor McGonagall looked up in surprise and looked at Felix and Valen on his shoulder.

"Mileva," Felix nodded slightly, but his eyes were always staring at Mr. Basharat, with a clear look, "This one is—"

"Professor of Dark Magic Defense for the new school year," said Professor McGonagall.

"Ah, of course..."

Felix looked at Mr. Basharat, just when Professor McGonagall thought he would introduce himself - he was always so polite, and Felix's eyes suddenly shone brightly, looking straight at the new professor at the school.

Mr. Basharat showed agility completely different from his age. The exclusive wand appeared in his hands instantly, and a fierce magic vortex burst out to block Felix's sight, but Felix glanced at him in a hurry and had already obtained the result he wanted.

A mistake...

He usually doesn't stare at strangers with magical perspectives. The provocation is too strong, but someone seems to have seized the loophole and disguised himself as a squib. It's not right, Felix remembered Dumbledore's words, and he is no different from a squib now.

But what magic did he use to still be alive after seeing Dumbledore, and it seems that he has obtained a teaching position for himself?

Felix never thinks he understands it wrong.

Just as he provided shelter to the remnants of the pure blood family, Dumbledore did the same.

"Felix...Mr. Basharat...you..."

Professor McGonagall was almost unable to breathe. She stared at her eyes and looked at the two serious faces with difficulty. She didn't understand why they were suddenly tense, and was surprised that a squin could burst out such powerful magic.

She didn't know whether she should be relieved, Dumbledore didn't miss it, and the new professor would not be bullied by students.

"Mr. Basharat?" Felix said in a nearly whispering voice, and the pressure that enveloped the outside was slightly restrained. "Since I left the day, I have been confused. Bashida Basharat, the author of the book "History of Magic", is yours-"

"…Auntie." Grindelwald said in an equally gentle tone.

"She lives in seclusion in the Godrick Valley, which is a great place, the Wind and Clear Water Show, the Godrick Gryffindor who founded Hogwarts was born there, and the Bowman Wright who invented the Golden Snitch... and a little closer, there are the Dumbledores and the Porter family."

Of course, there are more than these celebrities who have emerged in the Godric Valley.

The two of them thought of a name, Ignotus Peverier, the owner of the third sacred object of the Deathly Hallows.

Felix and Grindelwald stared at each other for a moment, and smiled together. Their hands stretched out—one young, slender; the other old, wrinkled—clenched together, like wrestling, swaying in the air.
Chapter completed!