On the afternoon of March 10, Felix appeared with a small note with the address written on it. In front of him was a beautiful little house. He stood on the steps and looked around. The surrounding environment was very empty. Felix smelled the faint fragrance of flowers. He estimated that there must be a beautiful garden behind the house.

Felix knocked on the door.

The door opened was a man with blond hair and big belly, and he looked at Felix with confusion.

"Hello, who do you want-" the man asked, and he was stunned for a moment, "Oh, you are Mr. Heip, Felix Heip?" After receiving a positive answer, he led Felix into the house and came to the living room.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize it! I have to say--compared to great fame, you seem too low-key, I haven't seen it in the newspaper a few times... Yes, Dora told me that you would come, but I didn't expect two hours in advance--Domeda? There was a guest coming."

The man stood in the living room and shouted into an aisle, then he looked at Felix and reached out his hand kindly.

"I'm Ted Tonks, Dora's father."

"Hello, Mr. Tonks, Felix Hepp..." Felix shook his hands, looked around the cleaning tools in the living room, and said with a hint of embarrassment: "I think it may be that I remembered the time wrong..."

"Oh, it's okay," said Mr. Tonks, picking up the Madame Scole brand magical detergent at his feet and putting it next to the potted plants on the table. "Dora and the others will arrive at it at seven o'clock in the evening. She is an Auror and has a great responsibility."

"Is this a leaf orchid?" Felix stared at the potted plant. This is a perennial evergreen herb. Because the berries look like spider eggs, the underground rhizomes exposed on the ground are similar to spiders, so it also has a name "spider hug eggs".

"Yes, it-" Mr. Tonks's words were interrupted by footsteps. Felix and Mr. Tonks turned around at the same time. A strange woman appeared at the door of the living room, suddenly looking a bit like Bellatrix Black, but her hair was soft, light brown instead of black, and her eyes were bigger and kinder.

There is no doubt that this woman is Andomida Tonks, who is from the Black family and is sister to Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcisa Malfoy, but she is now Tonks' mother.

Mrs. Tonks smiled at Felix, and then exchanged a look with Mr. Tonks.

"This is Mr. Felix Happ," said Mr. Tonks.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Hepp, Nifadorat has …" said Mrs. Tonks, "I just cooked in the kitchen. But you came very early."

So Felix took out the excuse of "remembering the time wrongly" and made excuses.

Mrs. Tonks nodded reluctantly, "Please sit down." She said, "I'll go prepare the tea - Ted, Ted, come and help me." "Oh, oh, okay." Mr. Tonks turned to Felix and muttered, "I remember that I did collect some tea leaves... Come back soon! You can read the newspaper first, right on the table."

Felix nodded slightly, watching them disappear into the corridor, leaned over and picked up the newspaper beside him, and listened with his ears. As expected, a small dispute came from a corner of the room—maybe the kitchen or the bedroom.

"...I know the reason... I act as a lobbyist, don't mention the war with me, it's over...I warn you, Ted Tonks, if you dare to agree..."

Felix shook the newspaper quietly. The news worth paying attention to was that the Minister of Magic Ms. Borns returned from the headquarters of the International Wizards Federation, and participated in several important meetings with representatives from all over the world.

The specific details of the meeting have not been announced yet.

Some speculations were made in the newspaper, believing that the biggest possibility was related to the law of the exclusive wand, and that it might be expected to become a reality within a few years. There was also a photo hanging in the newspaper, with more than a dozen dull figures standing together, and the new chairman, Babajid Akinbad, looked tired.

A few minutes later, Mr. Tonks came back dejectedly, his expression actually looked a bit like Babajid in the newspaper. He bumped into the table when he came over, couldn't help but scream in pain, and the potted plant shaking, and he quickly held it.

"I touched a few leaves." He glanced at him and whispered, sitting down, "Then—uh—"

"Oh, Mr. Tonks." Felix said, "I remembered something just at the moment." He said, stretching out his hand, and the two fallen leaves in the pot turned into two beautiful invitations.

"I'm planning a small press conference this weekend, the kind of party nature, if you have nothing to do, you can go and have a look."

Mr. Tonks took the invitation and muttered in a low voice: "Press conference? That should be at the headquarters of the 'Future World' company? I think... well, there may be some problems, it is not convenient." His voice lowered and began to concentrate on reading the above introduction.

After a while, he raised his head.

"Mr. Happ, I don't quite understand - 'With the guests witnessing the birth of a new treatment and discussing the causes of the disease that plagues the wizards'..." He read a passage and asked, "It sounds like a serious academic report."

"Absolutely, I have invited many pharmacists and therapists who are well-known in their fields, and even some alchemists." Felix said with a smile: "But it is essentially a party, because I didn't expect these people to understand what I said in the short term. The press conference will last for a week. Of course, you are attending the first day of dinner, with the main purpose of socializing."

"By the way, I accidentally heard Tonks mention that you have any understanding of Muggle medical skills?"

"Ah, you say this," said Mr. Tonks happily: "My uncle is a surgeon. When I was a child, I often went to his house to play," he said excitedly, "He has a study at home, which contains various surgical models. I was very scared at that time..."

Felix listened with a smile and said, "That's a coincidence that the new treatment I mentioned may introduce the concept of Muggle surgery. To my surprise, the wizards seem to be quite reluctant to use a knife on themselves."

Mr. Tonks patted his thigh with excitement.

"Oh, I thought so too! When I was in school, I always thought that Mrs. Pomfrey could only deal with minor injuries. It was because she went to Saint Mungo several times after graduation that I realized that wizards did not have this concept. Of course, I think it was because magic was too convenient and there was no need..."

The wizard from the Muggle family looked like he found a common topic.

"Anatomy." Felix said softly: "This discipline has not been applied in the field of therapy, because for wizards, the problem that troubles Muggles only requires a simple magic to solve... Instead, there are some applications in the field of potions, and they will conduct detailed drawings and potion tests when studying new potion materials."

"But will this really work?" Mr. Tonks asked curiously, "I mean, in therapy? I've talked to some wizards about this topic, and they think Muggle Doctors are a group..."

"The madman who cuts people open." Felix nodded and said, "I personally think it is a problem of positioning. Given the differences between the two societies, those surgical knowledge that is very important to ordinary people may only play the role of supplementing the wizard's healing method. But there are and no concepts."

"for example--"

"Dragon Pox, a disease that only spreads between wizards, is at a fatal risk. Early symptoms are green and purple rashes between the toes and sparks are emitted from the nostrils when sneezing. If treated in time, it will generally be cured, leaving at most some ugly scars or bruises in the skin."

Mr. Tonks nodded with confusion.

"I remember a magic minister died of dragon acne?"

"Edridge Diggory, who worked while sick, eventually died in the office. This disease is more common among the elderly and is more hidden when it comes to illness, so it is more dangerous. Some therapists believe that the dragon acne was originally associated with the Peruvian fang dragon."

Felix said preparedly.

"The teeth of the Peruvian fangs are highly poisonous," Mr. Tonks reminded.

"For ordinary wizards, this is true," Felix explained. "So it may be diluted toxins, saliva, parasites and pathogenic bacteria that have not been found in them... In short, there is no conclusion yet." Then he changed his subject, "But I once found a patient with a late-stage dragon acne in St. Mungo. Out of curiosity, I checked his physical condition. Unfortunately, he was no cure at that time. He was bruised and swollen - of course, this was just a small problem. What was really fatal is that his magic power became a mess, and some unknown change occurred, which made all existing treatments invalid."

"That person must be in pain," Mr. Tonks murmured.

"I suspect that there are many hidden wounds in the body of patients with advanced dragon acne. In fact, those wizards may be full of holes." Felix said slowly.

"Secret wound?"

"I found a relatively similar example. The body structure of magical animals is different from that of wizards. Their magical abilities rely more on the special patterns in the body. These patterns are integrated with the flesh and blood texture and are difficult to detect, but they are channels when magic power flows, or... magic circuits. Therefore, magical animals do not need to learn to gain spell casting abilities like little wizards."

"So that's the case." Mr. Tonks said suddenly.

"...But this disease is undoubtedly harmful to the wizard. Some are confused and the result is life-threatening, such as dragon-pox sores; some achieve strange coexistence with the wizard, which has an impact, but is not fatal, such as werewolf."

Mr. Tonks took a breath.

A scream came from the door. It was Mrs. Tonks, and the teapot in her hand fell down. Felix waved his hand and let the teapot fall on his seat.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Happ." Mrs. Tonks said in a disorienting tone, and she listened at the door for a while. She walked over carefully and put the cup down, "So, can the werewolf problem be cured?"

"Good question. I discovered and isolated the 'lesion lines' that affect the werewolf. Combined with what I said before, there is actually a great hope of making breakthrough progress. Of course, I am not an expert in this regard, so I have this weekend party."

"It sounds very convincing, Mr. Hepp, I can't find any loopholes." After a while, Mrs. Tonks said in a plain tone, "But you can't deny that all this is just a theory, a castle in the air... Even if the theory is correct, I don't know how many years have passed since it will become a reality."

Even though the dialogue was close to the core and both sides knew it, neither of them mentioned that name.

"I agree, Mrs. Tonks."

Felix said in a little pleasant tone, as if in his opinion everything was going well.

"In the field of treatment, especially those related to magic potions, I may not be able to get involved and can not achieve any pioneering results. But don't forget that I am an ancient magic expert, and I always think about problems from the perspective of ancient magic literature. Fortunately, some results have been achieved... Although it is extremely difficult and not suitable for large-scale promotion, it is still OK to use it on one or two people to solve some difficult problems. Do you want to listen?"

Mrs. Tonks pursed her lips for a long time, and she said coldly: "You are such a good lobbyist, Mr. Hepp-I am happy to listen."

Half an hour later, Felix, accompanied by Mr. Tonks, visited the room in the room.

"This is Dora's toy when she was a child." Mr. Tonks pointed to a row of plush dolls on the shelf and said: "There were originally many human-shaped dolls, but when we realized that she intended to imitate the doll's expressions, they all changed to small animals, mostly rabbits and bears. But her aesthetics still had some deviations. She obviously prefers violet or pink hair instead of her gray-brown." He said with some injuries.

Felix knew in his heart that Tonks' original hair color clearly inherited the characteristics of both parents - a balance between light brown and gold, but she herself was obviously not very satisfied.

They came to the garden in the courtyard.

Mr. Tonks dutifully introduced various plants, "You have seen pink, purple is here - we planted a lot of violets, all kinds of them. Have you seen the depression in the middle? It's not very good now, a bit ugly, but when the rainy season comes, it will be filled with water, we will choose to plant some aquatic plants, such as phoenix-eyed lotus, Oh my God, it's purple again, and I realized..."

At this time, a riot came from the room behind them.

"Someone is coming." Mr. Tonks said in confusion.

"Are it Tonks and the others?" Felix asked.

"I don't think so, it's still early, and it's more than an hour before Dora gets off work... It's so strange." Mr. Tonks said, walking towards the room. They heard the voices vaguely.

Felix followed behind and rolled his eyes. He probably guessed who the person was.

"Hello, Sirius." As soon as they entered the door, they heard Mrs. Tonks's somewhat annoyed voice, "There is no need to send so many things, and the living room cannot be installed at all."

Then they heard a burst of hearty laughter.

"Oh-you-don't be polite, my dear cousin. And I'm so familiar with Remus, I can't believe he was in front of me..." Mr. Tonks suddenly slowed down his movements and even became a little tiptoed. He quietly opened a gap through the back door, making Sirius's overly enthusiastic voice clearer.

"...Cousin, when it comes to Remus, he is one of the few people who I admire. He is brave and kind, and always gives priority to others. I dare to swear that the people he has been cared for over the years are definitely far beyond his imagination, even if he is poor and destitute himself. Well, I mean, once, he is quite rich now and can buy a house in Diagon Alley..."

Felix crossed Mr. Tonks' shoulder and saw Sirius talking with a smile. He was dressed up formally today, wearing a straight suit, and a green handkerchief with silver thread in his pocket on his chest. The corner of the handkerchief was embroidered with the Black family's heraldic pattern.

It looks like a best man.

But Felix was not sure whether the outfit had a counterproductive effect or the reason why Sirius was increasingly explicit intimate. Because Mrs. Tonks's face became more and more gloomy, her fingers tightly clutched the spoon for making soup, as if she was ready to lift it up and knock it on her cousin's head at any time.

Felix wanted to pretend not to see it, so he avenged Sirius's revenge for a single arrow that he had framed himself, but considering the stability of the "Future World" company in the next few decades, he cleared his throat.

Sirius stopped talking and turned around in surprise.

"Felix? Why did you come so early?"

"What else can you do," Mrs. Tonks said teasingly, "Of course it's the same purpose as you."

...

When more than an hour later, when Tonks, who was nervous and in a state of restraint, came back, the two were surprised to find that they were not very enthusiastic, but definitely not neglected. Even when Sirius intentionally mentioned his childhood, a smile appeared on the corner of Mrs. Tonks's mouth.

After dinner, they said goodbye and left. Lupin walked out of Tonks' home with light steps, half incredible and half in glory for the survivor.

Before parting, Sirius patted his shoulder. For a moment, Lupin seemed to understand something, and his eyes became wet. He hugged Sirius hard, and after a long time he let go, then turned to Felix.

"Felix, this birthday is me-"
Chapter completed!