Under the quiet night, Felix walked briskly, followed by a series of crooked wizards, their chins pointing back and forth, as if they were stepping on some strange rhythm.

The group turned into an alley, and the shops on both sides were closed. Only the dirty windows of the Pig Head Bar were still lit with dim lights. The door was opened. Abufos, who had a pile of gray hair and beard, came out to take out the trash. He couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise when he looked at the scene.

"Good evening." Felix greeted calmly, and continued to walk forward without stopping to chat.

Abuforth stared at the eyes and watched the wizards with stiff bodies and heads drooping to his chest passing by, he shouted in anger at Felix's back: "So that - the incarnation of death has started working again? It seems that he has gained a lot." He murmured with empathy: "Which customer is unlucky this time, Pardif? Three brooms?"

His words evoked Felix's memories.

When the old wand was so popular, Felix also appeared at night like today, like checking out old farmers in his own fields, picking out pests one by one. In addition to attracting customers by price advantage, Pighead Bar's unique bar culture that allows customers to hide their heads and tails is also well received by sneaky wizards. Therefore, Pighead Bar has become the hardest hit area for Felix's hunting.

Felix turned around, showed a bright smile to Abuforth, and continued to walk away.

Abufus frowned and cursed in a low voice, and stopped the garbage. He turned around and returned to the room, and closed the door with a "slam". "What's wrong?" One of the guests inside asked drunkenly: "I seem to hear someone talking about death."

"Shut up!" Abuforth shouted, his hair standing up, "If you can't get the money for wine, I'll tie you to the sign at the door, you despicable thief."

The witch with a mess of ginger hair raised her head from the wine glass, opened her bloodshot eyes, and said in a confused look: "Abfus?" He burped, "After all we are partners...are we money? I have..."

He pulled out a few gold gallons from his dirty pocket and threw them on the table.

"Where did you get the money?" Abuforth was extremely surprised.

"Um... I recently got to know a big man, another... That's the Minister of Magic, Minister of Magic - do you understand?" The man smirked twice, poured two sips of wine into his mouth, and let out a "hiss~ha~" breathing sound from hiss, "Wow! Man, this wine is really strong."

If Felix could come in and sit for a while, he would definitely recognize the identity of this sloppy man at a glance - he is a friend (and colleague) of all thieves and smugglers in the UK, and a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Felix once introduced him to Amelia Bones with Rita Skit, so it is not difficult to guess who the big shot in Montongus's mouth is.

Felix stood in the thick night, his eyes calmly watching more than a dozen wizards descending from the sky.

These wizards were all Aurors, with their wands glowing, illuminating their vigilant faces. A woman strode out of the crowd and came to Felix.

It's Amelia Bones.

Felix handed these people over to Auror, walked aside with Ms. Bones, and whispered.

"It is recommended that you be detained alone, at least—" Felix calculated, "four months."

Ms. Bones raised her eyebrows.

"Are you interfering in the justice?"

"Oh, come on, I'm your consultant. When you interrogate the leader, you will know the seriousness of the matter. That's such a smart person. I read the plan and it's really possible to make him successful if the information is not transparent." Felix briefly said the details of these people, and Bones was stunned.

In summary, it is Mr. Dwight, whose pseudonym "Noel", who is ready to move around and gain Grindelwald's trust, use sweet words to deceive the right to do things for Grindelwald, and then accept the old man's political legacy through a series of meticulous plans and means.

The key steps in the plan happened to be the recent riots in the United States and the fact that Grindelwald taught on the Hogwarts campus. Dewitt did not intend to keep the secret as he said, but instead recruited Grindelwald as a banner, and used spies lurking in the International Wizards' Federation to create conflicts. When the time is right, it will be detonated.

Then—

The old man Grindelwald was naturally described as an ambitious man trying to make a comeback and was locked up as soon as possible. Devit could become the second person of the Saint under the banner of Grindelwald's successor (self-proclaimed).

Not to mention, this incident will inevitably be accompanied by Dumbledore's sharp decline in reputation, and Felix himself will be dragged into the water.

"It's a pity that I didn't practice brain closure." Felix said sighingly: "And I don't know enough about me. I don't come openly like Dumbledore."

Ms. Bones rolled her eyes angrily, "You were surprised to be honest. But what you said is true?" she asked.

"You also find it incredible, right? But there is never a shortage of ambitious people in this world, and there is no shortage of ambitious people with strong gambling," Felix said. "So when I confirmed that he was the enemy, I felt relieved because honestly, if the suspicion and malice were later confirmed to be just personal grudges - you know, like company competition or something," he shrugged, "I would also feel tricky, of course, now they are your trouble."

Ms. Bones gave him a blank look.

She stroked her hair and said after a moment: "It just so happens that I plan to meet with the new Federation President Babajid recently. The spy is named Wollaston, an assistant to the Federation, right? When I get these people in place, I will set off immediately."

She walked over and directed the Aurors who were more than ten steps away to imprison them one by one with magic. Among the three Aurors in charge of alert, a female Auror with pink hair was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

Felix paced over.

"Tonks."

Tonks looked around vigilantly, and after a few seconds, he said in a whispering voice: "What's wrong?" "How are you and Remus doing recently?" Felix asked whisper. Tonks' shoulders collapsed, looking distracted, and she said weakly: "Oh, that's it."

"Latest Lupin's birthday—"

Tonks turned his head suddenly and looked at Felix up and down. Now it was Felix's turn to feel strange.

"Did you have time that day?" she asked impatiently.

"Well--"

"We want to invite you to Remus' birthday party, what do you think?" she asked expectantly.

"It's OK, but-"

"It's settled!" she said decisively, and then said with a "please" look: "Yeah—can you do it?"

Felix cleared his throat and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that something I don't know has happened."

Tonks sighed sadly.

"I'll just tell you, we're going to celebrate our birthday at my parents."

Felix blinked and immediately thought of retreating, "Well, I thought about it carefully. There might be something wrong that day, it happened to be Monday...or another day-"

He was startled.

Tonks made his face haggard, his hair was gray, and there were several wrinkles on his forehead. This was the talent of disguised Magus, who was born to change his appearance.

"I'm so worried. You won't have the heart to watch Remus being interrogated alone. If you are there, someone will help you fight if there is a quarrel..." She glanced at the wizard tied up, "You can easily subdue more than a dozen black wizards, needless to say there are only three."

Felix stared at Tonks, thinking about how pessimistic she would be about the family dinner soon, and that she could have such a terrible idea.

Finally, everything was ready. Ms. Borns took out two door keys, a group of Aurors divided into two groups, each forming a slightly funny shape, holding the unconscious prisoner with one hand, and touching the door key with the other hand. After the dazzling blue light, the group disappeared into the darkness.

"Don't forget--" Tonks' scream came to an abrupt end.

Felix stayed in place, thinking about his role in the upcoming awkward dinner. He would rather deal with a dozen dark wizards than become a funny character who would liven up the atmosphere or become a terrorist who would knock down the Tonks family.

He soon had an idea.

"Is Sirius? Recently - don't rush to hang up, you have something to do... Yes, it has something to do with your best friend, well, Tonks hopes to be more lively..."

When Felix put away the sound transmission mirror, his steps became lighter, and he was even in the mood to consider what tone to reveal what happened tonight tomorrow morning. The dark wizard Grindelwald became an object that could be used and fooled in the eyes of some people. He could not wait to see Grindelwald's reaction.

"I'm just curious," Grindelwald said slowly at the dining table the next day, as Professor Sprout, who was next to him, left: "Why did he come to you."

"Did you think of a sharp counterattack angle?" Felix asked.

Dumbledore had just finished listening to Felix's words with a serious face. At this moment, his expression returned to normal. He pretended that nothing had happened and applied butter and jam to his bread slices.

"I have disappeared for half a century, and it is normal for some young people to look down upon," Grindelwald said slowly, "but - Felix Hepp, the name has become famous in recent years. What makes people think you are the breakthrough of the conspiracy?"

What he meant was that Felix should reflect on himself and what impression he had left on the public.

"About this," Dumbledore said with a smile suddenly, "What impresses most is Felix, who has always been a scholar. Even if he has made several moves in public, it is to promote his knowledge. He has never been involved in any political activities publicly. Perhaps - in the eyes of Mr. Dwight, a young man who is only twenty-five years old can achieve such great achievements, just means that he has devoted all his time and energy to studying magic."

Grindelwald sneered: "So the one sitting next to me is still a person with extremely simple minds."

Felix thought something.

"It sounds like a lot better than the title of the Black Wizard and the Black Demon. I said why more and more people who wrote to me after school started, especially during the holidays this month, greeting cards and chocolates can fill a bedroom. Albus, you must have had the same experience, right?"

Grindelwald's expression froze. He paused, looked at Felix, and then Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's wrinkled face turned slightly red, and he coughed slightly uneasyly, "Felix, Minerva asked me to tell you that three students have felt the throbbing of Animagus. In the short term, this number will be difficult to change."

"Okay, I understand." Felix thought for a while and said, "Then let's go tonight. Actually, I think that in another week or two, there may be new students success."

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

You should know that feeling Animagus's throbbing is not an easy task. Many people delay it for several months and years. During this period, the wizards who are tested must recite spells once a day in the morning and evening, and they cannot be beaten. This process actually tests people's perseverance and mind, which is much more difficult than stuffing a leaf of Mandela grass in their mouths.

"Because of the patron spell," Felix said: "There are currently three people - Hermione Granger, Hannah Aibo, and Draco Malfoy, who have one common characteristic, that is, they have mastered the patron spell."

"The first two are members of the 'front line observation station'. Harry spent a lot of time teaching this magic in the club. As for Draco, although he is not a member of the club, he also secretly mastered this magic. He may want to compete with Harry..."

Felix felt that this child was a little stupid because he couldn't use it even if he learned it. At that time, his father Lucius was still working under Voldemort, but... a fool is lucky.

"Anyway, this trend is quite obvious. The seventh-grade students of the two Transformation Clubs have not received any feedback yet, which can prove this. When discussing this, Minerva and I believed that the patron saint can dig out the spiritual power of the wizard, which just satisfies the second stage of Animagus's practice requirements."

Dumbledore thought quickly for a while and nodded.

"This conjecture is very reasonable. Some magic will have an impact on other magic, which may be a gain effect or a reverse effect," his pupils slightly dilated and he said with a smile: "This is also a huge research topic."

He looked at Felix thoughtfully.

"Maybe only by relying on a large student group like Hogwarts can we promote the continuous progress of magic. No wonder those from the Ministry of Magic have not achieved much in their research for decades..."
Chapter completed!