The sky above his head was shining with stars. Felix walked on the streets of Cairo, Egypt, and his body shape changed little by little. He walked into a wizard tavern. As he appeared, the originally crowded crowds became silent, and his sense of uneasiness spread from near to far among the crowd like wheat lodging in the fields.

People photographed his infamous reputation half a century ago, but fear was mixed with curiosity.

"My brothers, my sisters, my fellow wizards," echoed in the tavern with a hint of old hoarse voice, Grindelwald spread his arms, "I will end the chaos in this land."

"In the name of Grindelwald Code!"

...

The next day, Harry woke up from the bed in the humble house in a daze. He was dizzy. He groped for a long time before he found his glasses in his pocket. After putting them on, he found through the window that it was already bright and the sun was a little dazzling.

He pushed one of Ron's arms away, jumped off the bed, and looked at the old watch on his wrist when it was a birthday gift from Mrs. Weasley, whose original owner was her brother who died bravely in the war.

"Noon." Harry highlighted a word, feeling a little thirsty and a little disgusting. He guessed that it might be because he drank too much champagne last night. He slowly went downstairs, and memories of the wedding emerged bit by bit. Harry couldn't help but smile. It was a wonderful night.

Starting from Professor Hepp telling him that he was going to complete a biography of Dumbledore with others, the professor and Hermione left one after another, and then appeared on the dance floor. At that time, Harry had been chatting with Efias Dorge for a while, and after remembering the content of the obituary written by Dorge, Harry's favor for him increased greatly.

The two had a great time talking, but when Ginny passed by them for the third time, Doji raised his cup and advised him to enjoy the happy time in time. Harry listened to it. He hurriedly agreed with Doji for the next time to meet, and then pulled Ginny, who was impatient to wait and what happened after dancing?

Harry knocked his head lightly, and as he passed Ginny's room on the second floor, he resisted the temptation and knocked over the door and came to the kitchen. He was immediately grateful for the idea, and Ginny sat at the dining table, eating breakfast (or lunch?).

"Harry, are you awake?" Mrs. Weasley said in high spirits, and interrupted the sweet whispers of Bill and Fleur sitting opposite each other. Judging from Harry's eyes, the two of them seemed to have become conjoined people after marriage, and unless the financial situation of the Weasley family took a sharp turn, they had to share a set of tableware.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I just got up," Harry muttered.

"Harry!" Furong greeted him enthusiastically, "We are discussing the resort, come and take a look for us."

Harry sat next to Bill, looked down at the picture album handed over, with various beautiful pictures printed on it. He turned two pages, pointed to a cliff next to the sea and said, "This looks good."

"Yes," Furong read the small words under the photo, showing a thoughtful expression, "In Cornwall... I have never been there. It said that there are wild roses everywhere in summer. What do you think?" She turned to look at Bill.

"Dear, we have plenty of time to go anywhere," Bill said gently.

Mrs. Weasley brought Harry a plate of food, and the plate rubbed against the table and made a loud noise. Harry felt that her mood was not very good, and subconsciously glanced at Ginny, who made a face at him.

"Where is Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked.

"Go to work," Mrs. Weasley said absent-mindedly, "Percy and Penelo were not able to stay last night, the home was not big enough...I'm wondering if I would build a few houses around?"

"Mom," Bill said, "Even if we move out, Furong and I will come to visit you and Dad every week."

As if his little thought was exposed, Mrs. Weasley waved the rag in a panic and said, "Oh, yes, um, I just think that the family will always get together like yesterday's occasion, and will definitely use it."

Harry was terrified of this meal, but when Ron came down, the atmosphere had already calmed down, and he was chewing the fried eggs and pies.

"Is there any champagne from yesterday?" Ron asked expectantly.

"No." Mrs. Weasley said with a straight face.

After dinner, Harry, Ron and Ginny moved to the living room, Bill and Furong went out for a walk, and the three of them listened to the jingling sounds in the kitchen, until then Ron asked afterwards:

"What's wrong with mom?"

Ginny sighed, "Bill and Furong want to move out and live alone. They had agreed, but mom wants to struggle for a while."

Ron gestured a prayer gesture.

"Merlin bless her."

"By the way," Harry asked Ginny, "Why didn't you see Hermione? She's not still sleeping, right?"

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"What are you thinking? She went to Diagon Alley early in the morning. The radio said that some Muggles were invited to experience the magic world up close. Hermione had been on TV some time ago, and I think she might help." She said uncertainly.

Nearly evening, Hermione returned in great spirits, and she happily announced to everyone that the event that day was a complete success.

"I stared all day long, except for a woman with freckles on her face who stayed in a beauty potion store and refused to come out and insisted on trying the potion inside, everything went smoothly. There were no out-of-control animals running out of the pet store, the books in Lihen Bookstore did not bite people, the goblins in Guling Pavilion did not scold the wizard as a thief, and the ghost flying ball in Quidditch boutique did not blow someone's head..."

Hermione talked about many dangerous projects in one breath, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief, making Harry suspect that those people went to were not the same place as he imagined.

"Yes, they are really lucky," Ron said sarcastically.

Hermione ignored his sarcasm and continued, "When those people were free to move, I talked with one of them and you would never have thought that she was from France! What's more amazing is that she knew the professor, but they couldn't see him today."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Don't you know?" Hermione glanced at Harry in surprise. "The professor has left Britain and headed for the headquarters of the International Wizards."

...

The headquarters of the International Wizards Federation is located in an unmarked place on the northeastern border of France. It is located in a wilderness. Since its establishment, it has been almost all known protective magic, with no doubt about security and secrets. The only problem is that it is very troublesome to enter and exit, and it is a bit behind the times. Felix has only visited once, and was shook by various bright and nested magic brilliances, and then was taken to the nearby northeastern city of Strasbourg.

Strasbourg is the largest border city in France. The city is located on the west bank of the Rhine River. The Vosges Mountains are in the west; the east side is across the river from Baden-Württemberg, Germany, and the German Black Forest is 25 kilometers apart is the Agno Forest; the north side is the Rhine Plain is the south.

Felix and Babajid Akinbad walked through a small medieval timber truss house and baroque sandstone building, walked along the scenic river bank for a while, then disappeared on a stone bridge.

What caught my eye was the spacious downward golden staircase. The sound of the two people's footsteps were constantly refracted and amplified by the walls on both sides, and echoed back in their ears. Felix carefully looked at the various reliefs carved on the walls.

"That was the scene of the first International Wizards' Federation," Akinbad said, pointing to a relief. "The president and the first president at that time, Pierre Bonakud, was a Frenchman, and he chose this place as the venue for the conference."

Felix was slightly surprised.

"I thought the meeting was held at the Federation Headquarters."

"At that time, the headquarters had not been built and the conditions were very simple, so I temporarily chose an open-air square. The fairy originally wanted to attend, but was driven away. Oh, Liechtenstein did not attend either."

"I remember it seems to be because of the troll?"

"Yes, it's because of the trolls." Ajinbad said affirmatively: "The wizards there are tense with some particularly vicious mountain trolls. They originally wanted to use the power of the union to encircle the trolls, but Pierre Bonakud refused."

Felix nodded.

Just looking at the name, we know that the initial definition of this wizard organization was to promote cooperation between wizards in various countries in the magic world, and nothing else was involved in other races. The president of the Federation generally played the role of a middleman who reconciled contradictions, and his power was extremely limited. Until the end of the seventeenth century, the idea of ​​confidentiality became increasingly consensus among wizards at that time. After several weeks of intense discussion, the "Secretary Law" came into being.

In fact, this important task was undertaken by the International Wizards Federation. After that, the Federation was quickly expanded and established subordinate departments to communicate, contact and supervise the implementation of the Wizard Confidentiality Law of various countries.

"In theory, this is just an office of the Federation," Ajinbad said. "Later, people found that they prefer to work here rather than a very humid and deserted place, so a certain Federation president bought it and sank the square where the meeting was held completely underground. The stairs under our feet were part of the square..."

"This city has experienced several wars and chaos. The wizards will return to their real headquarters and hide wizards from nearby countries. Of course, we can't control too much, as long as we don't expose the existence of magic."

They walked through a circular hall, which was obviously ancient Roman style, luxurious and magnificent, and had a spacious interior space. The walls of the circular hall were arranged with rooms of equal distances, and the doors of each room seemed to face the center of the circle in the center of the hall, as if there were invisible thin lines radiating outward. On both sides of the door stood tall stone pillars and arched roofs used to decorate the arched gallery.

Along the way, Felix saw only two or three people walking from room to room, looking tired and tired.

"There are many people on the list, but most of them have their own affairs. They will only get together when they need it. I don't come often. The general approach is to choose a place nearby to host the meeting when there is any problem." Ajinbad said a little lonely: "A few weeks ago, there were still many representatives here to discuss plans; earlier, the Auror team responsible for the arrest of Grindelwald also met here, but now there are a lot less people..."

Why is this happening?

Because the Federation could not come up with a practical solution, everyone could not take care of themselves and did not respond to the call, the Federation immediately became an empty shell.

"What do you think?" Akinbad asked Felix.

"The first step is to regain the prestige of the Federation." Felix thought, "I want to go around the world first and arrange for me the title of special envoy, but I may have to stay here for a few days first, read through the information, and learn about the history of the Ministry of Magic in different countries."

Felix stood in the empty hall, looking around, looking confident. Akinbad immediately believed it. If he had known Felix's true thoughts at this moment, he would probably not be so optimistic.

"I can say a lot about the black market information around the world, but if I asked about the history of these countries, I would have added this part of the knowledge if I had asked about this day."

Well, Felix's thinking hut didn't contain much useful information. Even if he had seen it, he had long been thrown aside as garbage.

...

In mid-August, Felix, who had been wandering outside for half a month, returned to school. In the principal's office of Hogwarts Castle, "three students refused to enter the school." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"Has this happened in previous years?" Felix asked.

"It may only appear once every two or three years." Professor McGonagall hesitated and explained: "You know, even if the young wizards from Muggle have appeared in their ancestors for dozens of generations, they have had wizards to a large extent, and these people are unlikely to have a strong resentment to magic..."

Professor McGonagall snorted, "We are not like the American purge."

"Maybe it was affected by recent news," Felix said with a headache: "Hogwarts does not force students to enroll. If they firmly disagree, then secretly protect them to avoid publicly bullying of their identities. It would be bad if the silent person appears."

In this short period of time, the outside world was surging, and many of them had happened, and many were related to Felix. His name appeared in newspapers around the world, including magic newspapers and Muggle newspapers.

For example, something that happened recently:

A week ago, the descendants of the American Purges found the law enforcement officers and handed over twelve children with magical talents. They begged the authorities to find out the secrets of the wizard with great malicious intentions. The children were immediately protected by live ammunition, guarded by 300 powerful soldiers and modern technology.

The day after this incident, a wizard wearing a black wizard robe walked to the base door. He stood quietly in the spot for a while. The door opened by itself. A team of soldiers took the initiative to hand over the child to him. The man threw out a card and then disappeared with the children, without saying a word from beginning to end.

The four soldiers who were responsible for guarding the gate ignored them throughout the whole process. Apart from the photo taken by the surveillance camera, the only clue was the card left by the mysterious wizard. After confirmation, the pattern on the card was the logo of the International Wizards Federation.

The photos taken by the surveillance are naturally studied repeatedly. w

Experts soon discovered that this mysterious wizard was completely different from the existing information. He wore a hood, said nothing throughout the whole process, did not recite spells, took out a magic wand, and made no gestures. He even glanced at the camera before leaving, as if he was intentionally leaving a side face.

God knows how many people are staring at Felix's straight nose bridge and smooth jawline these days.

It seemed that the British Prime Minister sent a question, but was forced back by Amelia Bones. Her reply was repeatedly scrolled in the form of text on TV news: The wizards are willing to cooperate and sign treaties to speed up the birth of the new order. For this reason, we have taken the initiative to release goodwill, but if the wizards are hurt, the wizards would rather choose war.

On the same day, twenty-seven descendants of the Purges died bizarrely in twelve different locations, and the police could not find any evidence of the invasion; on the same day, the saints who had not moved gathered towards Africa from all directions.

If later scholars studied this history, they would find that this incident was an extremely important turning point, marking a new page number between the two sides. Just after the strange phenomenon of the outside world quarreling but the authorities chose to remain silent for two days, the negotiations accelerated the speed.

Some issues that had previously had to be debated for several hours or even days suddenly became irrelevant, and they made tacit concessions. A reporter who found inside information said in the article that the public is expected to see the details of the contract drafted by both parties within one month.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, time came to September 1st.

The school day is here.
Chapter completed!