For Felix, there are a few things that must be handled during the Easter holiday.

After experiencing war, the World Company has grown and grown again. Now more than one-third of people are new faces. He took advantage of this holiday to get to know new employees. Many of them are humanoid races.

"According to your requirements, charlatans, vampires, werewolfs, goblins... Each category recruited six or seven employees, and even two trolls, but no one was willing to live with them." Lupin said, with two dark circles hanging under his eyes, but he was in a very good mood. "Most of them are mixed-race, able to use magic wands, and it is very convenient to communicate. My task is to make suggestions for the existing products, and to promote our products in different gathering places - mainly bartering."

Felix nodded.

"Where are the horsemen and mermaids?"

"The progress is slow, the horses are quite xenophobic, and the mermaids, their mixed races with wizards are rare, and they are unwilling to move around the wizard world even if there are," Lupin said.

"Oh, okay, is there any interesting story?"

"Werewolf admires you very much..." Seeing Felix's somewhat surprised expression, Lupin smiled: "Didn't you recruit some werewolf in Hogsmeade? They were very surprised when they saw your transformation. Now the news has spread."

"...They don't think I'm a werewolf too, do they?"

"There is indeed a small group of werewolfs who think so," Lupin said with a strange expression: "But after the press conference, this kind of rumor is not so marketable. Many foreign potion experts stayed in the UK. They spontaneously gathered several loose circles to study the werewolf's magic structure diagram. There are also the therapists - they suspected that many incurable diseases are related to the aberration of the body's magic power. Based on this, many speculations were put forward."

"It's very energetic." Felix said with satisfaction.

He stayed in the Sword Castle for a week and walked through the rooms one by one. The house elves warmly welcomed him. It seemed that they liked their working environment very much and loved collective life. He also saw Dobby. Although Dobby was the closest domestic elves to him for Felix, Dobby was still involved in actual work. This was different from a wizard. Dobby generally believed that it was shameful not to work.

Even Duobi just asks for a little salary instead of escaping from work.

"Sir, we have a gift for you." Dobby said shrillly, the little guys moved aside, revealing a huge Easter egg. Felix probably could allow an elf to live and live in it. Each eggshell was engraved with the name of a house elf in chocolate.

Felix repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

"I have a gift for you too." He said, hundreds of round chestnut pieces flew out of the ring. The chestnut pieces were flashing with gilded words, engraved with the name of each house elf, and sentences similar to "Excellent Employees", with the back of which was a relief pattern of the sword castle.

...

Harry and Ron completed the first step in Animagus' preparations a few days before the holiday. They hid the crystal medicine bottle on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and then chanted the spell in the morning and evening without any impact.

The role of Animagus in promoting transformations spread among students, and they gradually reached a consensus that if they want to learn Animagus, they must first learn the patron saint.

The Curse Class professor followed this idea and explained this part of the knowledge in the last class before the holiday.

"I heard that Professor Flivi intends to include the patron saint in the scope of the professor's mantra," Ron said.

"It's not easy to practice this magic." Harry said, thinking of the scene where he practiced the patron sacred mantra. Even if he was not counting himself, the others practiced intermittently for half a year, but in the end, they could count the two hands that mastered the magic.

"There will always be a solution." Ron replied optimistically.

"Where is Hermione?"

"Maybe we went to find Valen? If the professor is not here, Valen will be even more unattended. Alas, we can go out of the castle, and maybe we can meet a sniffer and a beaver..."

"Or go and watch the cartoon, it's the one I told you last time!"

"Forget it, I'll think about Quidditch's tactics, because we lost one game after lying in the school hospital for two weeks, and the score was very tight, and the last few games were very critical." Harry thought for a while and said.

"Don't Dumbledore take advantage of the holiday to teach you classes?"

Harry shook his head.

"Principal Dumbledore said he was going to handle some housework."

"Housework!" Ron opened his eyes wide, "Isn't he only one relative left?"

"Yes," Harry said softly, "Abforth Dumbledore of Pighead Bar."

"Then the place he lives on this holiday is really bad." Ron shook his head and said as if he was sighing.

...

Felix also visited the Ministry of Magic during the holidays, and Ms. Bones was interested in the recent rumors, and monocles were lifted from a stack of documents.

So Felix turned out a werewolf's arm and slashed a cup in front of her.

"That's my favorite water cup!" Ms. Bones said with her eyebrows raised.

Felix shrugged, restored his arms and cups together, his eyes fell on a puzzle hanging on the wall, and said lazily, "I thought you like this the most." As a result, he was driven out because he told the truth.

Before leaving, Ms. Bones told him something.

"Ajinbad wants to see you."

"The new president of the International Wizards Federation?"

Ms. Bones gave him a positive look and gave him a business card, and a faint magic power flowed through the card.

Felix showed a hint of interest.

"I understand, but it's not now. Maybe it's summer vacation."

"It's all you can do, everyone is busy," she said, glaring at Felix with jealousy. "Maybe after retirement I can consider Hogwarts teaching for a few years, at least you have time to do research..."

Felix was not very happy to hear this, so he retracted his right hand on the door handle and decided to let the woman know his real workload. The reason why he was so leisurely was entirely because he was scrambling for time.

So when Tonks knocked in, he saw their minister being flooded with a thick stack of parchment paper and rubbing his forehead in pain. Felix smiled and held the teacup and urged quietly, and from time to time he gave evaluations on her work results.

"Efficiency, Amelia, efficiency! You have only finished 103 homework, and before you get off work-" He glanced at the time, "You can complete about 200 copies." Somehow, Ms. Bones's nostrils kept squirting on her expressionless face, spraying heavily.

"Tonks!" Ms. Bones jumped up and asked seriously, "Tell me quickly, how is the situation now?"

Tonks looked at his boss blankly.

What does it mean? She has nothing to report on. She just wants to take a leave. She has nothing to do recently. She wants to go back to the world of two people early.

Ms. Bones's sharp gaze stared at Tonks like a hawk through her monocle glasses.

"I think...it's probably a bit serious?" Tonks said slowly, his tone turning several bends in the middle. Ms. Bones smiled at the corner of her mouth and quickly calmed down. "I get it," she said solemnly, "I'll go over and deal with it right away."

She left calmly, her eyes firm and powerful, with a trace of decisive aura.

Tonks was stunned, with a lot of questions in his mind. He turned around and found that Felix had packed up his student homework, stood in the fireplace, allowing the green flames to climb up his cheeks.

Felix waved at her as a winner, "I don't mind Remus skipping work occasionally." Then he disappeared, leaving Tonks stunned. Now everyone is gone, who will give her a note of leave?

Halfway through the Easter holiday, Felix finally returned to school.

After thinking about it, he appeared straight in the secret room below the castle. The environment here was still very bad, the light was dim, the air was filled with a faint smell of decay and stench, and traces of his practice of magic were everywhere on the ground. Felix read a snake accent, and the mouth of the statue of Salazar Slytherin slowly opened, revealing the space inside.

Dozens or hundreds of creatures that only exist in fantasy came out of it.

Felix looked at them and found that these "magic creatures" were not actually considered creatures. At least Felix believed that they could not be compared with the wisdom of the school hat. He hoped to create real creatures instead of having to live in the special environment he worked hard to create.

As the magic of the Thinking House slowly radiated out of his body, these magic creatures who were not very adapted to the surrounding environment became agile. Felix stretched out his hand, and a swift with golden red flames burning on his body fell on his hand, jumping around in his palm.

Felix stroked his chin.

"Ancient magic texts are used as carriers, and memory nodes lock memory fragments. Tsk, this is the low-end wizard body and wizard soul, but everything is a little bit worse..."

The body of the swift suddenly dissipated, and the flames stirred into a golden-red vortex in front of Felix. Felix stared at the memories flashing in the flames, or used the word "record" to be more accurate. The swift itself lacked the emotions it deserved, and its reactions were all expected by Felix.

After a moment, the flames gradually converged and condensed into a wizard chess piece with the remaining warmth in front of him.

As time passed day by day, Felix began to transform the secret room into an amusement park. The memories were ready-made, but the trouble was the materials. With a hint of secret thought, he did not make a big fuss, but ran to more than a dozen places without hesitation.

During the middle, he also went to Newt's house to learn how to integrate different environments.

So before the end of the holiday, the space in the secret room had expanded thousands of times, and was divided into more than a dozen different terrains and entertainment projects. The ceiling was also raised, and Felix sat on a swing hanging on the clouds, observing the natural landscape below.

A winding river runs through all the different terrain, starting from snow-capped mountains, a thousand feet below is a plain surrounded by vast forests, swamps, deserts, stone forests, lakes…

The only shame is that there is a lack of real life here.

However, Felix could create magical creatures. After doing all this, Felix looked at the magical creatures running on the ground under his feet with satisfaction. In the lower left corner of his sight, there was still an empty place, bare, with a clear separation of the stone floor and the grass at the edge.

The entertainment project reserved there was Flying Valley, and he probably couldn't get the materials for the time being. However, it was at least eight or ninety-nine similar to what he looked like in his memory, and the rest could be gradually improved.

On the last day of the holiday, Felix sat on the stone steps in front of the castle and looked up at the moon.

There was a rustling sound around him and he grinned.

"Valen, Miss Granger?"

Two heads were poked out from the grass, one belonged to sniffing and the other belonged to beaver. The beaver immediately shrank his head back. A witch appeared on the spot, and Hermione walked out with heavy steps, while quietly waved to Valen.

Valen took out a wand from her pocket and handed it to her.

"Uh...Professor? What are you doing?" Hermione decided to skip a topic that embarrassed her and said first.

Felix stared at the moon, "I'm thinking about finding some building materials... Forget it, it feels a bit dangerous."

"Building Materials?" Hermione looked at him in confusion, then looked at the sky along his gaze, and said half-clear and half-incredible: "Do you think of the moon going up? This, this is too--" She found that she could not keep up with the professor's thoughts at all.

"It's okay to think about it." Felix suddenly became interested and asked in a tone of his usual discussion of magic: "Do you think there is hope?"

Hermione fell silent when she heard this.

Valen looked up from his head to look left and right, then jumped onto the steps and stared at the bright moon, and was extremely curious. It followed the Great Demon to many places, but it hadn't reached the moon yet, but the moon was only a little bit, what's so good about it?

"Professor, what is the longest distance for your phantom to move?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"I haven't tried it, it's about a few thousand kilometers." Felix said that the longer the distance of the Phantom moves, the more dangerous it is. He is not that unconscious, but it is basically no problem from one country to another. It only takes one Phantom move to France, but it takes two or three transfers to the United States.

"If that's the case," Hermione took a deep breath, "It's indeed possible. I remember that the distance from Earth to the Moon is about 380,000 kilometers. If it can be guaranteed to survive in a vacuum environment, it only takes two or three hundred phantom shifts - Professor, do you know the vacuum? And cosmic rays?"

"I know." Felix glanced at Hermione.

"That's good. If professor, you really plan to... land on the moon, you must be fully prepared." Hermione said awkwardly. She didn't know why she was discussing an outrageous topic so seriously, maybe it was because he could really do it.

"I remember Muggles have special books to describe the environment outside the atmosphere, and they have to be done step by step, and any reckless and reckless behavior can have serious consequences. Professor - I never want your name to be recorded in some strange way, like the idiot who flew to the moon on a flying broom -" Her tone became more anxious and stern.

"I know, I know." Felix said perfunctorily.

"This is no joke!"

"Ah, it's my problem, I promise you, I just think about it, there is no plan to travel a long distance."

"Professor, you swear!"
Chapter completed!