When Felix returned to his office, it was already late and the sky turned black.

While yawning boredly, Valen made colorful sparks spew out of the tip of the exclusive wand. He couldn't understand: Why could the guy who exploded the little snake do something incredible with the exclusive wand? It's obvious that its gems are more.

When he saw the Great Demon pushing the door open, Valen immediately rushed to his shoulder and chattered.

"You can't use him and Felch," said Felch, "Felch has really never been exposed to magic in these years, so even if he changed into an exclusive wand, he had to rely heavily on the built-in magic in the gem..." He looked at the desk, which contained several letters, and there were messy owl claw prints and biscuit scraps on the table.

Valen patted his chest and said that he had treated the guests.

“Good job.”

Felix walked to the table and sat down, opened the letter, and quickly browsed it. The first two letters came from Ms. Bones and Lupin. The only surprise was that Rita Skitter actually wrote to him.

The owners of several letters roughly introduced their recent situation, Ms. Bones was the shortest, because she had been writing letters for a while, so many greetings were omitted.

"... Everything is fine. Today Sirius sent me a set of puzzles, saying it was a pastime for the Muggles... Merlin, I don't know what he was thinking in his mind. Do I seem to be busy enough?" The next few paragraphs are about Sirius, and he also mentioned his new job, but most of them complained. It is useless except to make Felix even more regretful that he was unable to catch him before school starts. "He is not the only one who collects intelligence, but I lack a person who can completely trust. The ministry is now rumored that I am preparing a complete set of reform plans, but I feel more like a puppet, Felix Hepp, you bastard, you never told me that you opened the "Future World" company into the Muggle society, with seven branches!"

Felix grinned. After so many days of communication, Ms. Bones was familiar with him - maybe she learned it from Sirius, and Felix wrote down the matter. He picked up the quill pen and wrote the reply.

"Amelia, those seven stores are useless in future plans, and the clerks don't know that their boss is a trick, which will seriously thwart their enthusiasm for work... I do have some suggestions on the issue of manpower. If it is for confidentiality, I suggest you expand the Muggle affairs department for a limited period, and the reasons are also ready-made: the old laws cannot keep up with the changes in the times, and the provisions are urgently needed to be expanded, and a large amount of information is needed to collect..."

Felix glanced at Rita Skitter's pink envelope and suddenly had an idea...

"...I can recommend someone who has a place in the Muggle newspaper industry and has the opportunity to access valuable information and the advantages of media's keen sense of smell... You should have heard her name, Rita Skit. It's really strange that she has been doing well in the past two years, which is incredible, right?

Also, you can talk to Montongus about smuggling, I believe you will be shocked, but don’t reveal any information to him - he is famous for reselling information, and when he is embarrassed, he even needs only a cup of Heat whiskey to buy him..."

The second letter came from Lupin. Felix looked at the dense tables above, and it was obvious that what Lupin was about to explain was business.

“…The total number of exclusive wands sold was 127. The buyer had previously had close ties with the magic world, so he quickly passed the Ministry of Magic’s review.

The only exception is Mrs. Arabella Feige. Dumbledore wrote me a letter to pleading me. It was not useful. When I saw her living on Ligue Circle, I understood it all... The Ministry of Magic's offices were overcrowded, and many parents of students also came here with a try-and-see attitude. In short, it was quite lively. Of course, this business claimed to be 'reemployment skills training' to the public. I don't know who came up with the word... But to be honest, it will take time for them to get official approval. The wizarding world cannot accept so many people at once..."

"Arthur is very happy recently. His son Percy has become the youngest supervisor in the ministry, and is said to be younger than Chesterton Avery. Of course, Avery is a thing of the past. His death is still a unsolved case. No Death Eaters admit their crimes... Percy now negotiates with the Ministry of Magic in fourteen countries every day, prepares materials, and is very busy. Penelo said he has plans to learn two more foreign languages ​​and strives to surpass Mr. Crouch. I think this is really a difficult task..."

Felix wrote a reply in a happy mood.

But when he unfolded Rita Skitter's letter, he was not very happy. This woman came to ask for money! She regarded the popularity of the exclusive wand as her credit. Felix disagreed. He didn't remember when he expressed this meaning. Therefore, when Felix conveyed the letter to Valen, he not only immediately gained an ally who shared his hatred with him, but Valen also volunteered to ask for help in writing the reply. Felix agreed with a smile.

He looked at the refutation of the two pages of parchment, but did not change a word, but just mentioned a little at the end, the Ministry of Magic is very rich and has the opportunity to make extra money recently. But he must be strict, otherwise the consequences will be much more serious than illegal Animagus...

After finishing all this, Felix stretched and stood in front of the window.

He stared at the outlines of the castle, forbidden forest, and the black dust of mountains in the distance, but what he thought of was the tributary that was separated from Voldemort's memory. In fact, it was too early to call it a "tributary", at best it was a small spring, and it would not have existed without the help of Felix.

The cool breeze of the night blew on his face, bringing him the breath of lush plants. Valen climbed up along his trouser legs, looked at the sparkling black lake under the moonlight, and handed him a piece of chocolate frog. Felix tore open the wrapping paper and bit off the chocolate frog's head in one bite.

The sweetness and bitterness of chocolate melted away at his mouth, and he looked at the chocolate frog cartoon. The picture shows an angry woman with long black hair and a pair of half-moon-shaped glasses, holding a huge sign in her hand that reads ‘The Spoken of Suppression’.

Felix glanced at the witch's name: Carlotta Pinkerstone. He was stunned for a moment, the radical activist? He turned the picture to the back, and sure enough, her introduction was printed on it:

Carlotta Pinkerstone (1922-today)

Advocate the abolition of the International Wizards' Confederation Act and inform Muggles of the real magical act. Ms. Pinker Stone has been imprisoned for public use and deliberately using magic many times.

If it is not wrong, this person will be released this year, Felix thought, a year earlier than Barty Crouch. He intends to pay attention to the nearest newspaper, which is less than four months before the end of this year.

Felix yawned and rubbed his forehead. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that the tower lights in the principal's office were still on. It seemed that he was not the only one who couldn't sleep tonight. He just didn't know if the school would replace the new professor of Black Magic Defense at the speed of light?

As it turned out, Dumbledore didn't know how to convince Grindelwald, and the next few lessons were only related to the silent spell. But Felix would not think that Grindelwald had subscribed to those Muggle military magazines purely out of interest.

This is not an unfair worry. Dumbledore had to take a map of living spots. It is hard to say that it was not because he was worried that the old man would sneak out and turn back the full set of Muggle military equipment to use as teaching aids.

Maybe it won't take long before the course progress will be advanced to the chapter "How to identify and defend against small firearms". Even some of the outlines do not require Grindelwald to worry about. Felix gave a detailed introduction in "The Magic of the Muggle World"...

Because of the silent spell and the requirement of the demonic text of the staffless demon, during this period, students who were blushing and staring at a plant or food on the plate can be seen everywhere in the school. If you stare for a long time, you will find that the expressions of these people quickly slide down to a dull look. Felix can see similar scenes almost every year, but it still finds them interesting. Those students are like set procedures, with similar expressions. Felix really wants to write to the Weasley twins to provide ideas for their new products.

The silent spell is not a specific spell, but a complete set of spell casting techniques, which are used in black magic defense, spells, and deformation classes. The sudden strict requirements have severely frustrated the sixth grade students. They seem to have returned to the last two months of the fifth grade O.W.Ls exam, and they are all crazy.

"I'm not in a nightmare, aren't I?" Simo complained loudly, "Silent spell, ancient magic texts require casting spells without sticks, and herbal lessons also allow us to deal with tentacles that spit out sticky juice..."

Two days later, the students finally realized that there was no easy improvement class in the sixth grade. In particular, the silent mantra and the magical text of the staffless demon were not mastered in a short time. It is said that Professor Haipu claimed in the fifth grade class that he had prepared a large confinement room for students who failed to meet the requirements and did not write papers.

"It's true." Luna said to Ron in the stands on Saturday's Quidditch selection.

Ron had a bitter face, and of course his paper didn't move a word. What's worse was that he was not sure whether he was up to standard. During breakfast, Hermione advised him not to be lucky, "Unless the professor only stared at you from beginning to end in the next class and gave you dozens of opportunities, but that was simply impossible!"

Success rate, yes, this question plagued all students who chose ancient magic literature courses.

It is obvious that the professor is far beyond the imagination of the little wizards in terms of cunning. Of course, he would not give a person dozens of opportunities. That is unrealistic. There are enough students in the class, and even Ron can't think of any reason for the professor to agree. But the problem is that no student can succeed 100% now. Neville gave up early and asked the professor to come from Hermione to prepare a reference list in advance, reading the big book.

Simo and Dean, who were in the same dormitory, were affected and could barely read dozens of pages, and the hypnosis effect was amazing.

So when Ron's eyes moved away from the messy Quidditch court - Harry was busy as the captain - he almost fell off when he saw Luna's fingertips pounding with several magic symbols.

"How did you do it?" Ron said, swallowing his saliva, he could see clearly that Luna was not holding a wand in her hand.

"What did you say?" Luna said happily. She likes liveliness and quietness. Therefore, when half of the students from Gryffindor College and a half of other colleges come over, it is no surprise that she appears here. Moreover, her good friend Ginny also participated in the selection, and her fiery red hair was very dazzling on the field.

Ron pointed to the magic symbol in Luna's hand, his eyes wide open.

"You want to make friends with them," Luna said. "Each of them has their own personalities, some of them I'm not familiar with and have a weird temper... but overall, they're still easy to deal with."

"Can you say more?"

Ron was a little confused, but he felt that this view was very fresh. Maybe he could write Luna's words into his paper?

Luna introduced it in more detail. In her eyes, each magic symbol has its own personality and emotions. She can even tell some stories about magic symbols and find corresponding characters for them. "I think this is like Harry," she said.

Ron stared at the purple magic word that Luna pointed at, and looked at Harry, who was shouting hoarsely on the field. He could not imagine what the two had in common. Could it be that the messy halo was similar to Harry's hair, or was the point of the symbol also had a flat lightning shape?

What he couldn't understand even more was that he didn't understand why in Luna's eyes, he was associated with the ugly earth-yellow symbol.

"I think it looks like you, your colors are dirty and yellow." Ron countered, feeling insulted.

"It seems you've found the trick," Luna said, then turned her head to the field.

Ron looked at the court with some boredom. He didn't know how Luna made the ancient magical class like a divination class, but Professor Happ was completely different from Trelawny. If he dared to hand in such an assignment with a fool of Trelawny, Professor Happ would definitely put him in jail until Christmas.

...

Harry looked at Ron and Katie Bell, who were free and easy in the stands, and he felt that this selection was terrible. Because there was no age, many first and second grade students also signed up and even occupied the vast majority of the quotas. Not to mention comparing with official players, these people were even embarrassed to let them play 70% of the speed. For example, just now, a chaser even threw himself into the goal because he was too nervous, which made the audience burst into laughter.

That's not all. The boy might have been too ashamed and rode the old comet broom forever, and seemed to be planning to return to the castle and hide. For this reason, Harry had to chase after him and ask the broom back, but he still let his heart go to the tears and left.

When Harry returned to the venue, he seemed to have taken on the role of that boy, and half of the spectators pointed at him and were overjoyed.

Harry was very glad that Hermione did not come. He rejected most of her suggestions on the grounds that Hermione did not understand Quidditch. This seemed to frustrate Hermione's self-esteem, so when she arrived, the selection was coming to an end. Finally, Harry took the new player around the field for a week, and the students in the stands slapped her face several times.

"So, the selection process is quite smooth?" Hermione asked alertly when they got off the broom.

"The result is gratifying." Harry said stubbornly, and made up his mind that if Hermione asked for specific details, he would refuse her question on the grounds that he could not disclose the team's secrets. But Hermione just looked at the audience leaving the stands, raised her eyebrows, and remained unanimous.

"It's like watching a wonderful comedy." Luna said happily.

Hermione and Ginny laughed at the same time and bent over. Ron didn't laugh, which made Harry sigh in his heart how strong their friendship was.

"Let's go, when I came, I saw smoke rising from the Hagrid's cottage." Hermione stood up and said seriously.

Harry pretended not to see the tears that burst out from the corners of her eyes.

Luna pulled Ginny away mysteriously, so the three of them turned around and walked towards Hagrid's hut.

They were going to save a friendship that was on the verge of breaking down, because they rationally did not choose Hagrid's improvement lesson. This was said by Ron, who pessimistically predicted that Hagrid would let Glopp guard the door with a big stick, and they had to go through a life-and-death life before they could see the quarrel of Hagrid.

They heard a loud sniff sound as they approached the cabin, and the three of them looked at each other carefully.

"Oh, my goodness." Hermione said sadly, apparently thinking Hagrid was crying sadly.

Even Harry and Ron thought so. It was impossible to have a cold, right? They approached uneasyly and thought about how to comfort Hagrid. They almost didn't expect any other possibilities, so they were so surprised when Harry stepped forward and knocked on the door in a nervous mood, and heard the voice of a second person in the room.
Chapter completed!