Chapter 656 Secret talk

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly changed. Felix saw two people reaching their hands into their pockets as if nothing had happened, then the man sitting opposite cleared his throat, and several secret hands were placed on the table again.

"Mr. Hepp, I promise you that there will be no fight tonight. We are coming for peace."

"It doesn't look like it," Felix turned his head slightly, "at least Mrs. Rosmerta won't agree." At this moment, the bar owner was quietly staying behind the bar, busying her own affairs, and seemed to have no attention to the undercurrents here.

"She will be fine," Knowlton paused, saying in a powerful voice: "just to avoid trouble."

"Then untie it, otherwise I would have thought you were malicious."

Felix smiled, but his tone couldn't help but refute and insisted.

After a few seconds of silence, Noel nodded slightly, and a light flashed in the corner. Mrs. Rosmerta's eyes became clear from confusion, but were immediately replaced by fear.

She screamed.

"Mrs. Rosmerta, I'm going to order another glass... and chill lemon juice." Felix said gently, and Mrs. Rosmerta looked here carefully and said in a panic: "Oh, oh, OK, Mr. Hepp." She had calmed down by the end.

There was a jingling sound at the bar, which seemed a little harsh in the quiet space.

"Mr. Hepp, I have been abroad in the past few years and can hear your name every once in a while, but no matter how long it is, it cannot catch up with the invention of the exclusive wand. Its impact even exceeds the fall of Voldemort. Do you want to hear it?" the man asked.

At this time, Mrs. Rosmerta brought the lemon juice and placed it on the side of Felix so that he could drink two glasses. Of course, there was nothing on the other side. She did not ask the man sitting opposite her what he wanted. Instead, she glared at him fiercely, then quickly flashed back to the back of the bar, and looked around with a little vigilance.

Felix pushed the cup opposite and made a gesture of invitation, "Count it mine."

"Then I'm going to say thank you." Noel said in a plain tone, picking up the cup and taking a sip, and then saying: "The Future World Company has grown into a behemoth, and stores can be found in every magic community. It is said that the Mermaid Tribe under the water can now record its own singing."

Felix's heart moved. During the summer vacation, he arranged for the company to recruit a group of employees of human-like magic races. In his mind, this is the seed of the Pan-magic Alliance. After several years of running-in, on the one hand, it opens up new sales channels for the company, and on the other hand, it can also experience the experience of how to deal with different races, thus establishing a set of effective communication methods that have a foundation of trust in each other.

As for branches all over the world, it is also an important means to promote ancient magical texts. Magical text cards, wizard cards, magical text booklets... are sold at half a price and half a gift. Not to mention that only Felix thought of them - the existence of these branches is an invisible constraint on Guling Pavilion.

It seems that the plan is progressing well.

"... As far as I know, almost every Ministry of Magic is making a big fuss about the exclusive wand. You know, although there are not many squids left in the magic world, most of them still live in the Maji society, but... they also have relatives, especially those whose parents are still alive, and they get news almost the first time. Of course, not all squids are willing to come back. Many have formed their own families, but it must be admitted that almost all squids have an obsession with magic. They don't mind preparing a magic wand, even if they can only be used to clean the room, or direct a gadget to float around."

The man grinned.

"Some days ago, some squins went to the headquarters of the American Magic France Association to protest. There was no one behind them. Many people even came from very famous magic families and were related to the big guys who were sitting in the Woolworth Building to make decisions."

"What about the Innovation Society? What did they do?" Felix asked.

"These people have good ideas, but their methods of acting are still very immature. One day, they will stand at the decision table and consider these headaches. Now their opinions do not matter."

The man said that he obviously couldn't stand it, and he continued:

"Babajid Akinbad, the new president of the International Wizards Federation, was in a state of great trouble. At least twelve countries' Ministry of Magic proposed to formulate an internationally accepted law around the exclusive wand and include squibs in the scope of management, which is similar to the Confederation's Confederation Act... I also heard that the British representative of the Federation also submitted a proposal under the instruction of Ms. Borns, his ministry, and was very valued. Akinbad was ready to resign."

Bang! The goblet in Mrs. Rosmerta's hand fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. Everyone looked at her. She seemed to be frightened by these cold gazes, and her hands and feet were not very flexible to restore the cup to its original state. Then she squeezed a stiff smile at everyone.

"Then—" Felix said slowly: "What role do you play, or what role do you plan to play - after showing me your excellent intelligence abilities. Oh my God, I'm not sure whether to tell Minerva, she is very concerned about the future of those children. If she finds that she is just worried for nothing, she will be so angry..."

"That Professor McGonagall?" the man smiled and said, "She is serious and responsible enough under her strict appearance. Perhaps the following information can comfort her. We only sent three groups of people. In theory, the request for help from other families should be true."

"In theory?" Felix repeated.

"That's the point of the question. You seem to think we can represent all the saints, but that's not the case at all." The man said, "Mr. Hepp, I wonder how much do you know about the saints after 1945?"

The fingers that were placed on the table paused.

"Hire, scattered all over the world?"

"It's almost the same, but more complicated," the man said, "My grandfather was a saint," he said straight to the point: "status... is barely responsible for the mobilization and transmission of information and intelligence for believers in a country."

Felix curled his lips, "I didn't expect it to be a big shot."

"It's not a question that there are dozens of people like him, just like the Gringotts all over the world. There are some people in every country who run for the sacred cause with lofty purposes, and the rest... can only be regarded as civilians who have a sense of identity with our ideas."

"So this is how the saying of the 100,000 saints came from." Felix nodded.

"...... Since the duel that shocked the world, well, I have not been able to witness that duel with my own eyes. I saw it through the diary left by my grandfather. Just by reading the words, I can feel the shock and awe he felt... and despair." The man's face was a little pale and he said unwillingly.

"despair?"

"The two most powerful people in the world, at least that was the case at that time... I am very awe of Mr. Dumbledore, and I remember a description in my diary: The invisible sharp blades covered above the battlefield seemed to separate the two worlds. No one dared to approach the frontal battlefield, and a ray of sunlight there could easily take the life of the advanceer..."

Felix thought about it, and abandoned the adjectives, can the transformation do this? Of course, it's fine, just replace the deformation object with ubiquitous air... Uh, it's still quite terrible to think about that scene.

"…After Mr. Grindelwald's failure, several protests broke out in people around the world. Perhaps it was for this reason that my grandfather was not held accountable, but from those who I visited in my diary when I grew up, these former saints were either incognito or received the focus of the local Ministry of Magic."

"Mr. Noel, I think your purpose is not to complain to me, to explain that your family has been suppressed openly and secretly by the Ministry of Magic." Felix interrupted.

"Of course, Mr. Hepp." The man said immediately: "To a certain extent, since Grindelwald, no one has the ability to gather such a huge force anymore. A few people who are unwilling to fail can only cause riots on a small scale. Their ending is not very good. It can be said that from a force that can influence the history of the magic world to a hu of pearls scattered everywhere, and even more ambitious people manipulate it... all this is because of the lack of a leading figure."

"I seem to understand, you want to rescue the former leader."

"No, Mr. Hepp." The man whispered: "Even Mr. Grindelwald did not set foot on the land of England at his peak, let alone a dozen of us, what I want to say is..."

"If Mr. Grindelwald had been at Neumengard, the world would have forgotten him gradually, but from the moment he stepped out of Neumengardburg, whether he wanted or not, he had returned to the sight of the crowd, or to put it another way...had the ability to influence the magic world again."

"Even if he does nothing, now he has changed his name, the world will move because of him. We are just the first batch... It can be expected that there will be a steady stream from now on."

"It sounds like some kind of tacit threat."

"No." The man said seriously: "Just give me a piece of advice. The two largest wizard organizations in the world - the Saints and the International Wizards' Federation - are not a solid piece of iron. In the end, the leak of news was almost inevitable. At that time, the whole world would focus on Hogwarts, even Mr. Dumbledore..."

"Just sounds troublesome," Felix murmured, "so do you have any good advice, Mr. Noel?"

"This..." The man was silent for a moment, his tone became hesitant, "It's just a proposal, a vague idea..." Felix looked at him expectantly. "First of all, we need a middleman to contact Mr. Grindelwald and figure out his ideas... Of course, we need an intermediary to not arouse suspicion. Students cannot do it, and uninformed professors cannot..."

"I'm very suitable." Felix said eagerly.

"That's right." The man seemed to be encouraged, his nose wings slightly expanded, and his blue-green pupils became deep and shining slightly. "It's better to find an opportunity to let us meet again. It's not in school, which can easily cause misunderstandings. We don't want to cause any trouble to Mr. Grindelwald, do you understand? I have an informant in the International Wizards Federation. He told me some secret things, and there were rumors that-" he lowered his voice.

Felix leaned forward and leaned closer.

"In order to divert attention, the current chairman Akinbad may break the contract. I will never want this to happen. I am willing to stand with you and contribute my own strength, Mr. Heip, where are you?"

Felix's expression hesitated, "Dumbledore--"

"Can't tell him. I mean, I must be careful in the early stages, and Mr. Dumbledore had some prejudice against the saints--of course, it's completely understandable, we have been hostile. I think it's not appropriate to have troubles before solving Akinbad's troubles."

Felix slowly closed his eyes, as if weighing the pros and cons.

"This is almost the best way. Mr. Hepp, what about your thoughts?"

"My thoughts - well, I want to confirm the authenticity first."

"This is easy. Do you still remember the informant I mentioned before? I have a meeting minutes he sent, with Ajinbad's autograph, which is not fake-"

"You are really powerful, Mr. Dewitt."

"Thank you for your praise! Mr. Hepp, I'm extremely sure that some of us are in crisis. I just--what are you calling me!" The expression of the man in front of him suddenly solidified. He could hardly believe his ears and looked at Felix blankly. How did he know his real name?

"Oh, look, I have to apologize to you." Felix spread his hands.

"I'm too irrational - Dumbledore did well enough in this regard. He rarely directly invades other people's brains, even those who are hostile to him. But I can't do it. I can only control myself in my daily life to avoid losing too much fun. Listening to students' explanations about not finishing their homework is one of my favorite ways of entertainment.

But if I encounter bright hostility, especially when I meet strangers for the first time, my curiosity will make me feel excited. If this person is still chattering in my ears and looks like he is considering me again, this curiosity will be even stronger..."

"What did you do to me?" The man whose expression gradually became gloomy finally changed his face when he heard this, and he shouted loudly.

"It's not you... although I'm most curious about you now." Felix whispered, and the man took a breath of air conditioning and looked around. His companions seemed to be trapped in some strange fantasy, and two of them were snoring, but he had not paid any attention before.

The man stumbled back, his movements so strong that he even knocked over the chair. He hurriedly pulled out his wand from his robe and pointed at Felix, the tip of the wand trembled slightly.

He said a lot today, most of which were true, especially the part about Grindelwald and Dumbledore's strength, so he could underestimate Hepp's wisdom, but not his combat talents.

Felix put his hands on the table, looking at the man with interest without any intention of taking action.

The sound of crackling pushing and pulling the table sounded around them. From the corner of their eyes, they saw more than a dozen magic wands pulling out from various positions of the wizard with a dull expression in the corner. The chest, waist, side, and sleeves of these people raised their magic wands at the same time, ready to recite spells at any time.
Chapter completed!