Returning in disappointment (please give me a monthly vote!)

"Felix Happ?"

Nicol Noel repeated the self-introduction in a low voice, suddenly waved his wand, and the air made a "whispering" sound, and then, the sharp sound of a sharp blade passing through the paper exploded in his ears.

But her magic did not hurt people, and did not even fly far away.

Three or four feet in front of the woman, several dazzling bright lights burst out of thin air, a solid stone wall appeared, bounced the spell away. Nicol Nol was shocked. What level of deformation technique is this? She subconsciously retreated-

Another wall was blocking her back. Her hand that did not hold the wand touched the rough and cold rock surface, and her heart sank little by little like a drowning person. All her senses told her that the wall was extremely real, and there was no flaw at all. She even suspected that the person in front of her was Dumbledore. But something that she couldn't understand happened. The solid wall that had blocked the spell was quickly removed from its color and turned into simple lines like fine brushwork. The figure of Felix Happ standing like a statue appeared faintly.

Finally, the lines also flashed a few times and merged into the darkness.

Nicole Noel stared at Felix's silver eyes and opened his mouth in surprise.

"Your eyes...you also have the talent for prophecy?"

"Do you say Grindelwald? His eyes were similar to mine?" Felix asked with interest. "I have been with him for more than a month and I didn't notice it. I thought it was blue."

"No, you are different from him," Nicol Noel whispered: "He has only one eye that is alien, representing a rare talent for prophecy."

"It turns out to be like this." Felix paused and made a thankful voice. "So, can we have a good chat now? You don't seem to be planning to hide your identity. This is simple. There are quite a lot of saints, but because of this, it's not easy for me to judge the distance between relatives and distantness... It's great that you can show up on your own initiative."

"Don't think of knowing any secrets from me," Nicole Noel said alertly.

"Even if it's half a century?" Felix asked.

"For some people, our career has never ended, it is just temporarily dormant."

"Ah, I understand, you are here to find the leader." Felix said. After a short while of silence, he asked again in the alert look on the other side, "I'm very curious, how does it feel to believe someone without condition?"

Anger burned in the woman's eyes, "Are you playing with me? It's very ungraceful and doesn't match your international reputation."

"No, no, I'm really interested... Among the groups I've come into contact with, it is said that only the saints have strong cohesion, and of course, I mean the core figure of the saints. Do you know the Death Eaters? The two seem to be completely incomparable."

"Death Eater?" the woman sneered, "What is that?"

Felix smiled, "So what? What's that feeling? Is it like to leave part of his destiny to others, just like the beliefs of the Muggles?"

Nicol Noel looked at him in scrutiny for a while, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"So that's it." She sighed.

Felix expressed a little doubt just right, but the woman kept silent.

A moment of silence. Then—

"I'm going to meet Mr. Grindelwald."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed, Mr. Grindelwald... Well, he has already coached and will no longer ask about the past. It's better not to disturb him. This will be good for him and you all."

The atmosphere was tense again. "You want to be enemies with the saints?" Nicole Noel said proudly and coldly.

"But ma'am, how many people can you represent?"

"It's beyond your imagination." Nicole Noel snapped, "I admit that you are extraordinary, but how many people can you deal with? One thousand or two thousand? Or tens of thousands of wizards? Back then, the entire wizard world did not dare to judge all saints. Do you think you can represent those two million wizards?"

"Tsk, do you want me to remind you, Grindelwald has been imprisoned for half a century?"

"He was voluntary!" Nicol Noel whispered, his eyes extremely bright, "but he is out now. No one in this world can fight against the Saints, nor can Dumbledore, he can only play tricks and frame things. Mr. Hepp, if you join us, you will definitely be reused. This is the only way to avoid the Hogwarts School of Magic and the British Magic World becoming ruins-"

"Interesting. Are you suggesting that you have plans to provoke a wizard war?"

Felix said with a smile, but his tone became cold, "Do you know what I saw, ma'am? You are lying, you can only represent you. And referring to the Saints Army—"

The pupils in his eyes were completely occupied by silver light. The shrinking book of Demonic Text rose and fell in the silver fog, and there were symbols of Demonic Text around it. This thing is different from the adult gift Felix gave to Hermione - the book in Hermione's hand was empty, and she needed to fill and inject her own understanding of the ancient Demonic Text, and what Felix was in his hand was the most powerful source of power of the Demonic Text Master.

The surroundings became shadows, and cold black walls were looming, and noisy voices appeared in the ears of the two of them. Young students passed by and disappeared. The walls were connected, windows, stairs, and towers appeared one after another. The weedy woodland was quickly covered by tens of thousands of feet of castle complex.

Nicol Noel turned back stiffly, and the exhaled air conditioning condensed on the illusory window, reflecting a fearful face. She turned around and looked at Felix across the hallway.

"I don't know how many people I can deal with. Do you want to find someone to try it?"

A moment of silence.

"Sorry, I'm a little excited," Felix said, the magnificent castle in front of me disappeared little by little. "But I hate being threatened." He muttered. Especially the threat that could be achieved, the woman in front of me could not do it, but Grindelwald might be able to do it.

If he really wants to attract thousands of wizards in one breath, he has no way to escape.

"Anyway, your plan failed, ma'am. Come with me and I will hand you over to the Ministry of Magic."

Fluttering, a brown owl fell down in a tray.

The two of them watched the owl at the same time, threw a letter at Nicol Noel's feet, and flew away without looking back. It was so scary that it finally found an opportunity to deliver the letter. After returning, it must eat more owl food.

The woman glanced at Felix. Seeing that Felix had no response, she picked up the letter, tore it apart, pulled out the parchment inside, and read the contents on it.

She read the words several times in just a few short lines. She sat on the ground weakly, her face pale, and her eyes seemed to lose focus.

"Grindelwald's reply? It turns out that you have contacted him, what did he say?"

Nicol Noel closed his eyes, and the letter paper was clenched out of its folds.

"That's it...you can leave, Ms. Noel, don't come back in the future." Felix issued an expulsion order.

"You won't catch me?" Nicol Noel asked weakly, opening her eyes.

"No need," Felix said, suddenly disappearing.

The wind roared, and Nicole Noel stayed in place, looking into the direction of Hogwarts Castle, and left for a long time.

"The old man is really charming. People have been thinking about it all these years."

Felix was amazed, twisting a piece of illusory paper with his fingers. He shook his head, disappeared again, and this time he really left.

Grindelwald refused to come out, which was a positive signal. He didn't need to make trouble. Who knew what the two of them had in the past? Maybe they were a couple? Felix just made a little weighing and gave up throwing this hot potato to Ms. Bones.

She has been under great pressure recently, and Felix is ​​worried that she will strike.

In the new week, everything is as usual for Hogwarts. Except-

"Potter," Grindelwald stood on the podium and looked through a paper he handed over. "Can you tell me what you wrote?"

Harry slowly stood up from his seat and said reluctantly: "Homework, sir."

"So you know," Grindelwald said softly, "You're not serious, Potter, so I'm sorry you're going to stay."

"But, sir—" Harry said dissatisfied.

"I'll listen to your explanation in the office, but not now, don't delay others," Grindelwald said as usual: "Let's keep going to class."

Harry sat back into the chair angrily, and Ron and Hermione looked at him with sympathy. This is not the first time this happened. Professor Bashar al-Barshat did not relax his requirements because of his understanding of Harry, but became increasingly strict.

Many times, the same paper may be passed by a different name, but it is "full of loopholes" on Harry. I just didn't expect it to be at the level of staying in the church.

"...Because your skill in 'disguising Muggle identity' is too mediocre, more than half of it fails. This also means that you may attract the attention of Muggle law enforcement officers at any time, and if some of you carelessly take out their wands, it may cause a fatal counterattack."

"We have learned in the last class that the speed of conventional firearms exceeds the speed of sound. Does anyone still remember the number? - Very good, Miss Granger - And ordinary wizards, I mean those who are proficient in silent spell casting, the average speed is only one-third. Unless you are a great wizard and can control magic power beyond the body, you can only listen to my class honestly..."

"It is safer to detect danger in advance than to deal with it head-on. The more effective method is to use magic like super-sensory spells to enhance one's own perception and detect the existence of danger in advance."
Chapter completed!