"You turned out to be the legendary wizard. I was shocked when I saw your face on TV!" Jim said excitedly.

Felix shrugged.

"Because I wanted to hide my identity, I actually left the orphanage to go to school." He briefly introduced his real experience over the years.

"Then your work experience-" Jim looked suspicious. Could it be that it was fake, right?

"This is true. After graduation, I worked in London for two years."

"Strange hobby," Jim didn't understand this approach, "If I had talent, I would definitely be focused on studying magic." After a while, the door opened from outside, Rebecca, and when she saw Felix, she almost screamed out.

"Wow, it's really you! Are you that magician?" She took out a carrot from the bag and pretended to stand up, making a strange sound in her mouth, "Use one magic to dispel the dark clouds across the country?"

"To be precise, it's a wizard," said Felix, "and it's not me alone."

"Rebecca was sleeping at the time, and she was watching TV broadcasts." Jim stepped forward to take the bag and turned his head to explain, "She has been a little drowsy recently, and the doctor advised her to exercise more." Felix looked at Rebecca's slightly raised belly, a little surprised.

"Yes, we're married," Jim said. "We couldn't contact you at that time, and we thought you were abroad. Of course, we know the reason now."

Felix thought of the phone he had never used much.

Rebecca changed her clothes and sat next to Jim. "The TV said that some people would be invited to visit the Wizard World?"

"Yes, do you want to meet a real wizard like?" Felix asked. Whether it is to place two places or arrange them privately, it was very easy for him.

Jim was a little moved, but glanced at his wife and his expression suddenly became hesitant.

"Forget it," he said, shaking his head, "Rebecca is pregnant. I don't want—" He blushed slightly, "Well, I'm worried about an accident."

Felix nodded in a clear understanding.

At this moment, it is not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people to get in touch with wizards. Felix himself is fine, but his friends may be threatened, which is also his purpose. After asking Jim and Rebecca for their opinions, Felix casts a complex magic to hide this friendship as a secret.

After staying for a while, he got up and left, leaving a card before leaving. "The wizard is very good at dealing with some problems. If you encounter difficult problems, you can contact me. Just tear off the card."

Jim solemnly accepted the card and sent Felix outside the door.

"The old dean is in poor health," he said.

Felix was silent for a moment, "I will visit him."

"Hey! The due date is early January." Jim shouted behind him, Felix turned around and waved the card, "At least this time, I don't worry about not being able to find your person."

...

The next morning, Hogwarts.

After processing today's newspaper, the students gathered together to chat in groups of three or three.

"Is there a new organization that is determined to drown the wizard like a rat?" Ron asked deliberately in a bad tone.

"No," Harry said, yawning, "but there are people who know that the employment rate of wizards is low and want to provide us with jobs."

Ron muttered, “Mediating nosy.”

Dean said half-truely: "When the situation stabilizes in the future, I want to give it a try."

When Neville heard this, he raised his head and looked around with hope: "Is there any new progress in the negotiations? I have nothing written in the newspaper I am responsible for."

"It won't be that fast," Hermione said happily, "it's only the next day. But we have always prepared in advance and strived to walk ahead - is anyone of you going to the Sword Castle?" She looked at everyone.

"You talk about the Diagon Alley owner's rally?" Harry asked sensitively, "You're going to see it?"

Hermione shrugged. Luna and Ginny passed behind Harry. Ginny picked up her arms, circled around him like a ballerina, and turned her head and disappeared. Hermione chuckled.

Harry looked at her in wonder.

"Nothing." She said immediately.

At this time, Hannah and Susan Bones came over to join the conversation, Ernie and Justin followed behind, their faces pale, as if they hadn't had breakfast, Daphne kept stroking her hair on her right.

"It's so outrageous. There was a newspaper saying that there was radiation on the wizard - what was that?" Hannah said angrily.

"Similar to a malignant infectious disease," Hermione said briefly. "Dragon Pox?" Hannah asked. "Absolutely." Hermione said, and she immediately reacted, "What does this say in the newspaper?"

Hannah spelled out a word.

Hermione felt incredible, "I can't believe they can make up such a lie."

"Next time you can confirm whether the author's surname is Dursley," Harry said listlessly. "It sounds like what my uncle said. He always thought that wizards would pollute the environment..." He raised his head thoughtfully, "The newspaper should not be allowed to release too many swear words."

"And there are those who say that wizards correspond to the end of the world." Ernie interrupted, turning to Justin, "When it comes to a prophecy, I forgot that word--"

"Maya," Justin muttered.

"They are the fortune tellers among the Muggles?" Daphne asked curiously.

"I don't know that the information is that they are a branch of ancient Indians. The civilization level was very developed at one time, and then suddenly declined." Hermione said, "Laterites discovered some specious prophecies from their remains."

"What the newspaper says is quite real," Justin said seriously: "When I was a kid, I read similar things, and they were written in a book. The cover looks particularly scary - but it was confiscated by my mother later."

"What did she say?" Hermione asked.

"She said it was a waste of time." Justin curled his lips, "But she didn't know the existence of divination classes at that time. During the holidays, she used eggs in the kitchen to divine through the book "Putting the Misty to See the Future."

"You still keep it, I thought you lost it," Ernie said.

Hermione was obviously not interested in divination, and although she admitted that Trelawney did do real divination once or twice, she also stubbornly believed that in general Trelawney's mind was just a ball of paste, and it was mixed with Sherry's wine. She asked them again who was going to the Sword Castle.

Finally, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Susan, and Neville were planning to go and see the fun. "Where is Ginny?" As the group walked towards the Transformation Office, Harry turned to look for the red-haired figure.

"I saw her leaving with Luna," Hermione said.

They came to the second floor of the Transformation Office, which originally belonged to Professor McGonagall, but after she moved into the principal's office, the place was empty, and the fireplace in the office was for students to use on a daily basis.

The shops on both sides of the Diagon Alley are deserted, with temporary closure notices written on the windows.

"Look over there, Harry!" Ron said sharply, pointing his finger to one place.

Harry looked over and his eyes suddenly opened wide. It was the location of Florin Foster's ice cream shop. It was closed when he came to Diagon Alley in the sixth grade, but now it seemed that the door was reopened. He strode over, and there was also a notice of closing on the door. He calmed down a little and stared at the huge parasol standing outside. The scene of Harry eating ice cream here and doing homework appeared in his mind. He reached out and touched it. There was no gray on the parasol.

His heart was alive, which meant someone had cleaned it up, but Harry wasn't sure if it was someone else, and there might be an answer to the place he was going. He walked towards the sword castle excitedly, and was stopped when he reached the door.

"I'm sorry, I won't receive visitors today, there are important matters."

"Cremy?" Harry looked at the witch who stopped him in surprise.

"It's Harry," said Cremy Villa, and she greeted with a smile, "Are these your friends?" She looked behind Harry, some of whom she knew.

Hermione also seemed a little surprised when she saw Cremy.

"It's messy inside, I'll come out for some breath," Cremi explained. "Penello is inside." "Is Arik back?" Hermione asked. "Not yet," Cremi sighed. "He went to inspect the Latin American branches and it might take another week to come back."

As the first group of members of the "Future World" company, in addition to Lupin, several others were also entrusted with important tasks. Over the years, they were responsible for part of the content according to their interests. Cremy liked to study technology, and Penelo preferred daily management. For a while, Lupin was distracted from the work of the Order of the Phoenix, which relied on them to maintain the normal operation of the company. As for Arik, he was responsible for those branches abroad.

"By the way, Cremy," Harry thought of the question that was born in front of the cold drink shop: "Did you see Florin Fosk?"

Cremy thought for a while, "That cold drink shop owner?"

"That's right!" Harry said excitedly.

"Here you." Cremy gave a positive answer.

"Did I remember he was taken away by Voldemort?" Ron asked from the side.

"Because he was lucky enough to escape the fate of becoming a corpse." A strange voice penetrated into the conversation between them, and Harry suddenly raised his head and saw an old man with gray hair. He said in surprise: "Mr. Fosk?"

"Mr. Porter, I'm so glad I still remember me." Florin said with emotion.

"Of course I remember you!" said Harry, "but how did you escape?"

"I didn't escape, but was rescued by Aurors," said Florin. "The Black Demon captured a group of people who were good at magic history. I was one of them. He also caught some magic wand craftsmen. I knew there was a guy named Grigovic. He was unlucky and was not tortured."

Harry vaguely knew about this. Voldemort created the rumor of the "Top Ten Magic Wands" by torture these people. Mr. Ollivander was originally one of the targets, but he escaped the pursuit of the Death Eaters by chance. Then he spread rumors that he had run abroad. But in fact, he had been hiding in the basement of the wand shop and even deceived Voldemort.

"You just mentioned the Yin corpse?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Florin's expression became gloomy, with a little fear, "The Black Demon tortured us according to his fame. He wanted to know some very secret things. I happened to know a little. Fortunately, he changed his mind halfway and turned to ask those more famous wand craftsmen. I didn't suffer much, but I was locked up for a long time... I was not sure to hide it from the Black Demon. Those who were tortured to death were used to make Yin corpses."

Harry was in a complicated mood. He hated Voldemort for his cruel hatred and was also confused by Florin's vague words. He did not realize it until he saw Hermione's mouth shape. Florin was referring to the Deathly Hallows. Luna's father had inquired about this news from Florin when he was young. Voldemort might have heard of the legend of the Deathly Hallows, but even if he knew about him, he would only be interested in the old wand. If Voldemort asked him one by one, Mr. Foske would definitely not be spared. However, with the rumors that Professor Hepp had the old wand, Voldemort's attention might have shifted, and his focus became other wand craftsmen.

"Anyway, I am at least alive now, and I can still discuss my experience with you. The Auror who saved me said he had obtained a secret clue. I guess he might be an informant from the Ministry of Magic. I have always wanted to thank him." Florin said of his recent experience. "After being rescued, I have been recuperating for several months. I have cleaned up the store recently and planned to reopen..."

Florin left.

"Who do you think that informant is?" Harry asked after he left.

"Can it be Snape?" Ron guessed.

"It could also be Lucius Malfoy," said Hermione.

"Or Professor Hepp dug useful information from Voldemort's mind," Ron said.

They walked into the sword castle, and the hall was very lively. There were more than a dozen tables in the center of the hall, and behind each table was a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, opposite the shop owner of Diagon Alley, holding a piece of parchment in their hands to discuss.

A witch near Harry said: "I just sell some beauty potions to solve the tiny flaws on the witch's face, such as freckles, sarcoma, etc. I don't think it can come in handy. Any therapist can do the same..."

"Don't say that, Ms. Prim Purnell, your beauty potion works much better than the magic of an average therapist," said the staff patiently.

"Really?" the witch stared at him suspiciously.

They continued to move forward, and a young wizard seemed impatient and shouted: "I run a wizard travel agency. I hear it clearly and clearly. It is a wizard travel agency that specializes in providing thrilling travel for wizards. I am not responsible for any danger during the trip!"

The Ministry of Magic staff opposite him asked persistently: "So do you think you can develop a tourism project specifically for Muggles?"
To be continued...