Chapter 613 Confrontation on the dining table

The next day, Felix had breakfast in the auditorium.

After eating the sandwich and minced meat pie, he picked up the bread slices. He bounced his fingers and moved the raspberry jam in the distance, but did not fly over. Felix looked up and found Grindelwald staring at the jam dish.

Compared with Felix, Grindelwald's breakfast seemed much lighter, just with porridge with bread and a glass of milk.

Although light, it is by no means simple. The sweet pumpkin porridge is served with freshly baked, soft and crispy bread, and there are some dishes scattered around it, filled with butter, jam, honey, cheese, and thinly sliced ​​sausage and bacon.

Now his bread has been coated with butter, probably because he has tasted the nearby strawberry jam, so he has set his sights on the raspberry jam, which just happens to collide with Felix's choice.

The two of them were secretly competing.

The small plate was pulled back and forth under the action of magic, making a jingle sound, crisp and pleasant sound.

Professor McGonagall, who was sandwiched between them and Professor Filivi, who was sitting on the left of Felix, also noticed that they seemed quite calm about the entertainment program on the dining table, because it was not the first time and it was not worth making a fuss. Last time, the two of them condensed a ray of magic from the thin air on campus, and this magical attainment alone made the professors of Hogwarts very amazed.

But they couldn't understand why the new professor held an exclusive wand. Isn't that a sign of a squid? But they didn't delve into it. First, they were not familiar with it, and second, they all had their own guesses: there is never a shortage of aliens in the magic world, and a magic experiment may cause incurable injuries, and they are worried that it will touch the hidden secret.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, leaned over and stretched out a long arm, dispersing the magic that was entangled on it, and the plate was pulled in front of him. He slowly spread thick jam on the slices of bread, while asking as if nothing had happened: "The elderly like to eat sweet and sour things. My personal favorite, do you want to try it?"

"The same goes for me, strawberry jam," Felix said.

"It turned out to be raspberries," Grindelwald whispered, "I thought it was cherry jam..."

Seeing that the professors were not busy watching, they all had their heads to eat. At this moment, a rustling sound came from above their heads, and several owls flew into the auditorium along the open window. Several people present, including Grindelwald, received emails.

In terms of quantity alone, Felix is ​​the most. Who made him do something big yesterday? He quickly counted out five copper plates and put Nat into a small leather bag tied to a brown owl's legs. The owl dropped the Prophet Daily and skillfully picked up a biscuit and flew away.

He put the newspaper aside and focused on dealing with other restless owls.

"May I?"

Felix raised his head, Grindelwald was staring at the newspaper, and he smiled slightly, "Please." But his eyes swept across a thick package in front of Grindelwald, wondering who would send something to Grindelwald, was it Harry?

Grindelwald took the newspaper and read it. Not long after, he grinned silently.

"What a big battle."

Several professors were also reading newspapers. They seemed to have seen something novel, widened their eyes, and couldn't help but look up from the newspaper several times. Flivie couldn't even notice the fork in his hand fell off. For a moment, no one spoke at the dining table except for the sound of quickly reading the newspaper and the sound of the owl flapping his wings.

Even Dumbledore opened a tightly packaged letter and looked at the contents on it with a serious expression.

Felix finally took the letter from the legs of the owls, and then he made them line up and stuffed a small cookie into the mouth of each owl, watching them flap their wings away. At this moment, Flivi screamed excitedly and said loudly:

"Felix, listen to this - just yesterday morning, Hogwarts Magic School professor, Merlin's first-class medal winner, St. Mungo Medical Badge winner, Wisengamo member, founder of the "Future World" company, triggered a boom in ancient magic literature learning, memory master, internationally renowned wizard Mr. Felix Happ once again came into our sight. This time he released a new product at the headquarters of the "Future World" company known as the "Majestic Sword Castle". The auxiliary casting props named "Exclusive Magic Wand" surprised and shocked countless wizards, which caused heated discussions... It was amazing!"

Felix blinked and put a stack of private letters in his hand into his pocket.

"Is it about yesterday's press conference? I haven't had time to watch it yet, but I guess it will cause huge controversy-"

"It's more than just a controversy, it's simply—" Frieve said shrillly, standing on his chair, holding the table with one hand and flipping the newspaper with the other, "You can take a look."

"I've finished reading it, I'll give it to you, it's very interesting." Grindelwald said, handing over the newspaper. Felix glanced at the black font on the huge event photo, and the front page news title was marked in bold: exclusive wand, an epoch-making invention.

He took the newspaper and read it carefully, while Grindelwald slowly unpacked his huge parcel, a corner surface that had been dismantled, which seemed to contain various magazines.

At this time, Felix had read what Flivi had just read, and he continued to read:

The exclusive wand is undoubtedly an epoch-making invention with extraordinary potential in many application fields. The author has been interviewing Ollivand, the famous wand producer who is most qualified to evaluate this matter. He expressed a strong interest in Mr. Hepp's willingness to cooperate, and Mr. Ollivand also has his own opinion. "I knew he would do something great - earlier than everyone, from the day he first entered my shop... Yes, I understand the wand, just as he was favored by the ebony wand, he himself also showed some outstanding qualities early on, being unique, not ordinary, and always knowing what he wanted. I can give many examples..."

Felix skips some touting comments.

...But the appearance of the exclusive wand also made some knowledgeable people worried. An official from the Ministry of Magic who did not want to be named admitted admitted that this would put heavy pressure on the confidentiality work of the magic world and even overwhelmed. He repeatedly emphasized that "this is a good thing", but turned around and complained to the reporter.

"Many people underestimate the number of squints. They are very inconspicuous and can hardly detect the existence of such people, just like invisible people. This is because the number of squints chosen to stay in the magic world is rare. They are basically scattered in the Muggle community, occasionally appearing in Diagon Alley to purchase essential products for daily life. However, after the news of the exclusive wand was released, in just two or three days, more than 300 squints came to inquire and register. The news has not even spread."

After in-depth investigation, the author obtained even more amazing news.

Since the Ministry of Magic does not keep the birth record of the squid, most of them and their descendants survive as Muggles, this makes us understand only the tip of the iceberg. The real number of squids may exceed the existing wizards. If they each hold an exclusive wand, it will have a huge impact on our society, and also - it will also increase the risk of exposing the magic world to the eyes of the world. The author hopes that the authorities can carefully consider the review and distribution of the exclusive wand...

It is reported that the concept of magic frequency was first discovered and named by Miss Hermione Granger, a student at Hogwarts. The public's impression of this name may still be that she won the final trophy on behalf of the UK during the Five Championships. But the fact is that she herself is from a Muggle family and has won all the best results in this year's O.W.Ls exam. She also made outstanding contributions to the fight against the Black Devils and was awarded the Merlin Class II Medal with her companions.

Miss Granger and her Muggle parents also participated in the press conference. Now we have reason to guess that this 'muggle identity' may have a question mark.

It is worth mentioning that she became Mr. Happ's assistant in the second grade and became one of the earliest members of the Magic Wen Club (called the Ourobosnake Club from the outside world). The number of papers she published was extremely astonishing, with a total of 42 articles...

"She is your believer? That Granger?"

Grindelwald asked with an open magazine in his hand and interested. Professor McGonagall looked sideways, obviously not satisfied with his words. The exchanges these days led her to a vague conclusion:

The old man may be a admirer of Grindelwald, or even one of the saints of that year. Professor McGonagall snorted, and his words now only made this conclusion more convincing. She made up her mind to be strictly guarded against the new school year and never let evil thoughts poison the young wizards.

"It depends on how you understand the definition of believers. I personally would like to call them a partner." Felix said casually.

He quickly browsed the remaining pages: ‘Exclusive wand brings us dignity: Exclusive interview with the head of the Squid Support Association’, second edition; ‘Forgotten second-class citizen of the magic world’, third edition; ‘Ancient Magic Literature Yearbook is coming’, fourth edition; ‘Members of the Magic Literature Club with great success’, fifth to sixth edition; ‘The Wand Regulations face new challenges: Fairies require the opening of exclusive wand’s right’, seventh edition; ‘House elves and flow production lines’, eighth edition.

He put down the newspaper and murmured: "It's a trouble and an opportunity."

It depends on how it works. There is one thing in the newspaper that coincides with him. This matter should be taken slowly, "carefully consider the review and distribution of exclusive wands" and cannot blindly expand the number.

"Squid Savior, ha? How will they thank you and cast a statue for you?" Grindelwald said in an unknown manner, "Then you must be careful, be careful that they will regret it later..."

He stuffed a bite of bread into his mouth, chewed it carefully and swallowed it slowly, rubbed his mouth slowly, and turned the magazine in his hand over a page.

Felix clearly felt a few gazes coming, so he would not take it. He said inwardly: "Professor Basharat, I'm glad to see that your appetite is much better than before. I was worried before. I heard that eating with dentures is not very fragrant... I didn't expect that just a few days later, new teeth grew out, and Mrs. Pomfrey's skills are getting better and better." He said with admiration.

"Have anyone ever said you're rude?" Grindelwald asked.

"There are quite a lot... but they all found out in the end that it was actually a misunderstanding." Felix said, as he gently turned the topic and his eyes were on the cover of the magazine in Grindelwald's hand, and he was a little surprised. He couldn't help but glance at Dumbledore, who was putting the letter and falling into deep thought.

"Jane's Defense Weekly?" Felix asked curiously.

"For lesson preparation." Grindelwald said briefly.

"Oh." Felix's heart moved and said with a smile: "I read this magazine while practicing Muggle socially, and did a good job in the areas it knew, its observation, accuracy and impartiality-"

"You know very well about Muggle military?" Grindelwald asked with a sharp look.

"Just heard something..."

Grindelwald sat upright, "What do you think of those big thermal weapons?"

“It’s powerful.”

“Have you ever thought they would fall on your head?”

"Thinking." Felix said frankly, "but I can't beat me."

"Ah, yes, even the strongest-" Grindelwald smacked his lips and asked with sharp eyes: "But what about your friends? Where are your fellow citizens?"

"We have a defensive spell."

Grindelwald sneered and pointed at the newspaper.

Felix hesitated for a moment and knew that he was referring to squibs. If squibs poured in in large quantities, they might not be the same as traditional wizards.

"Mr. Basharat, why should you be obsessed with confrontation? That is the worst choice. Maybe you don't know that the Ministry of Magic has been in contact with the Muggle Prime Minister-"

"So what?" Grindelwald was aggressive, he said bluntly: "It's just a puppet. What if things go in the worst direction? Well? After all your preparations fail..."

Felix's expression was stunned and he said slowly.

"I still insist on taking peaceful means, negotiations, and deterrence. War is the result of a loss-making loss. Besides, as you said... Britain has three islands, and there are many countries besides the three islands. Their opinions will never be unified, and this is the biggest weight."

"We represent order, we fight against threats from the dark wizard."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flivie were completely shocked. What were they discussing? Why did the topic go to the magic world and the war between wizards and Muggles?

But Grindelwald showed an admiration.

"It seems that we still have some common language, about this-"

"Leonhard." Dumbledore came to his senses and said sternly, "You promised me."

Felix immediately realized that the name belonged to Grindelwald. He had only known that Grindelwald had borrowed his aunt's surname and had not yet known the name. Now it seems that Leonhard Bashart is his forged full name.

Dumbledore stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Leonhard, there insists on coming here in person and doing a comprehensive examination of your body." Grindelwald glanced at his eyes, his eyes suddenly filled with violence and perversion, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Do they dare?" "I agree. You must do it." Dumbledore said calmly, he did not go to see Grindelwald, turned his head, his tone became calm:

"There is something you might need to go there, Felix, I can't find a better choice than you."

Felix was still thinking about it, checking it out in a comprehensive way? Who? St. Mungo's therapist? But the tone of both sides was completely different.

"What's the matter?"

"Return to Ifamoni's snake wooden stick." A magic wand that was slightly thicker than normal size appeared in Dumbledore's hands, and he whispered: "I have resigned from the position of President of the International Wizards' Federation and is not suitable to retain it anymore. I need your belongings to be the original owner."

"You'd better go to the Ministry of Magic first, their delegation is already impatient."

The snake wooden stick fell on Felix's hand, and a light halo immediately rippled on its surface. In an instant, hundreds of snake hisses echoed in the auditorium.

"Quiet."

Felix ordered in a snake-like accent.
Chapter completed!