After the dinner, Professor McGonagall stood up and said to the students: "First-year students and the predecessors stayed, and students from other grades left first to avoid making mistakes in their busy schedules and running to other lounges."

The students pushed open the stools and walked towards the door. "Is there really someone who went to the wrong place on the first day of school?" Harry asked curiously. "Oh, some." Hermione hurried over and said, "But this mistake is easily discovered. The name of a newborn is written on the bed in each dormitory."

In the professor's seat, Aimile Vance, who had been silent all night, suddenly said, "We haven't sang the school song yet." The professors closer to her suddenly froze.

Professor Flivie cleared his throat unnaturally and said, "Cough, this is not the time every year."

The other professors whispered, "Yes, yes."

A noticeable disappointment appeared on Emilyn's face, as if a wish hidden in her heart had failed. She said calmly: "I know, it is usually only available in important occasions. I only heard it once when I was in school, but it was when I was enrolling..."

"What was that time?" Felix asked politely.

"I can't remember it very clearly." Amilyn shook her head slightly.

Slughorn, who was standing by, showed a memory expression. "It seems like I have a little impression... I remember that Pipi Ghost created a chaos in the archive room, and some folders were destroyed by fire, including the score of the school song. They were all very long... Before that, I hadn't sang school songs for some years. I think at least seven years, because none of the students at that time could do it..."

"So the school song has been out of tune since then?" Felix asked.

"Actually, there was a backup, and I found it from the library," said Slughorn. "But Dumbledore thought it was enough to keep the words and the tunes could be changed at will."

Later, Harry sat on the four-poster bed and took out the items from the suitcase one by one. He lifted the lid of the box and a thick stack of parchment fell down. Ron picked up the one that fell in front of him and looked at it, unable to help but raise his eyebrows: "I don't know if you have developed a hobby of connecting names. Is there any rule?"

"They are real," Harry said. "And I'm going to write to them one by one."

Neville stood behind Ron, looking at the parchment with a smacking tongue.

"Or it is because of Principal Dumbledore's biography?"

"Yeah, ask for some details. Efias Dorge hopes the biography will be perfect," said Harry. In the next few minutes, Ron and Neville excitedly quoted familiar names, which they regarded as a game to compete with whoever recognized more names—and this usually means that the person who was pronounced had a small achievement.

Seamo, who was cleaning up the bed, leaned over and grinned: "Cormack McLagan would be crazy jealous."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, the price is to think about the choice of words and sentences every day, consider the grammar and wording." In fact, he did much more than that. He also spent a lot of time speculating on Dumbledore's ideas during different periods. This was really not an easy task. Harry had a similar experience - he had a while to get into Voldemort's mind and perceive the other person's emotions and guess his purpose. Harry felt that he was doing the same thing now.

"Think about it," Ron asked. "What do you think Emileen Vance will teach us tomorrow? I never knew she was good at transforming, I thought she was good at duels, she had served as a guard for us, do you remember?"

"She is good at many subjects," Harry said without hesitation: "Spells, potions, and metamorphosis, and she also invented several simple and practical little spells. Dumbledore's evaluation of her is very high."

"It's amazing," said Ron, who carefully placed two wizard chess pieces on the bedside table and lay on the bed, "and the horseman-I noticed that Trelawney hadn't shown up all night, she must have been furious."

Harry shrugged, and the scene of Trelawny gritting his teeth in the attic in front of the mirror. He suddenly thought of Luna, who was in sixth grade this year and would probably take the course of Ferenze.

At this time, Neville, who was still in the same place, spoke hesitantly.

"Harry, can you tell me to join me when you are going to transform class tomorrow?"

Harry looked at Neville in surprise, but immediately a trace of long-lasting memory was touched, "Oh, I remember you took the .ls exam last year, so you-"

"It's done!" said Neville.

Ron sat up from the bed with a "scarlet" and said.

"What grades did you get?"

"Excellent." Neville whispered.

A series of marvels echoed in the dormitory.

"Awesome." Harry exclaimed, and several people in the dormitory congratulated around Neville, "So you can work hard towards Auror again?"

"How did you do it? Transformation is probably one of the subjects you are most not good at?" Semo asked him.

"I think it's Animagus' role," said Navi softly. "In the practical assessment, the examiner said I could be ahead."

"The effect is so obvious? I want to try it." Simo was very envious. He and Dean both mastered the patron saint.

"Nevil himself worked very hard and spent a lot of time." Harry recalled, a little confused about what Neville was doing during that period, but he vaguely remembered that he was often with Hannah and even took care of Hermione's borrowing notes.

"To be honest, it's a little late now," Dean also said with regret, "unless you plan to stay in school for a year." Then they discussed the issue for a long time until they went to bed.

"I remember a few years ago, a captain of the Slytherin team, the gorillas, stayed at school. What's his name?"

"Marcus." Harry was deeply impressed.

"That's right, it's him. He only got a certificate from the S exam in the end and graduated, which is an ancient magical text!"

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

...

The next week, Felix stayed at school and enjoyed a rare leisure time. As he mentioned during a chat with other professors at the dinner, after a month of continuous movements, both him and Ajinbad needed to slow down. He was not the only one in the International Wizards Federation, even if he wanted to solve all problems in one go, he could not do it.

With Felix's mediation, the Ministry of Magic of various countries did not act rashly (they also wanted to wait for the result of the British negotiations to come out), but they still reached a consensus on two things. The first thing was to imitate the British Ministry of Magic's practices to form a pan-magic alliance in the region. Felix told Ms. Borns, and she immediately decided to send six experienced teams, and the local Future World Company branch would cooperate with them as much as possible.

The second thing is also of great significance, that is, to prepare for the convening of the International Wizards Federation.

Just as representatives of wizards from various countries gathered together to formulate the Secretariat Act three hundred years ago, the new legal framework will be determined. In addition to the only remaining personnel of the International Wizards Federation, which are preparing in full swing, senior officials of the Ministry of Magic of various countries are also working hard.

A week later, Felix left school after a short rest. The memory in classroom 7 was enough to be fake and real, and it was possible to teach him instead. For the wizard - especially for him, distance was not a problem, and he could even return to school for lunch every day.

When he saw Ajinbad again, he was staring at the huge world map on the wall with a sad face.

"Here, here, and these places..." He clicked on the African continent for more than a dozen times and said: "It was occupied by Grindelwald. He selected the new generation of saints in the local area and replaced the original loose organizational form. Some small groups of wizards who tried to resist or leave their control were broken."

"The changes over there are much more radical, and they are in full swing," said Ajinbad.

Felix was not surprised at all, because that was created by himself. He moved the Grindelwald Code from the ruins of history and picked out something that was still suitable for this era and even implemented some radical content. With his own efforts, Grindelwald's current name is very famous, and various analysis reports about him were put on the desk.

At the same time, as a representative of wizardism (similar to nationalism), Grindelwald also gained a large number of fans, which made Akinbad deeply fall into fear and doubt.

"Grindelwald is smarter and more dangerous than we think! Instead of watching the wall, he tried to get rid of the limits of the "unbreakable oath". He chose the most chaotic Africa to break the rules and regulations in the name of saving the wizards-I know what you are going to say," he told Felix. "Even if he is sincere, he arrogantly considers himself the chosen one, saving the wizards from water and fire-but there is one thing you can't deny that his power is rapidly expanding."

"I don't deny it," Felix said.

"So--"

"Since we can't take care of it for the time being, why don't you give it to him? Don't you think some of his actions are very meaningful? According to your analysis, Grindelwald's real purpose is to streamline more than 20 loose wizard community management organizations into more than 20 institutions similar to the Ministry of Magic... In the future, the wizard cohesion will be higher and management will be more convenient."

"But he will use the unified army of wizards to fight us!"

"There are vows to limit him..." Felix couldn't remember how many times he moved out of this reason, but he might have said too many times recently, and Akinbad was still staring at him. Helplessly, Felix had to change his words, "Okay, I will stand up if necessary to ensure that the two are united."

"How is this possible?" Akinbad shouted.

"The situation is changing rapidly, everything can happen," Felix interrupted and said seriously. "At this stage, Grindelwald has little impact on us. On the contrary, his existence can intimidate some people who are ill-hearted - greater than mine."

"Oh, how great it would be if he was on our side," Ajinbad sighed, a illusion of demeanor appeared in his eyes. "He will not only overturn the secret law by his own efforts and severely damage the sinners in the magic world, but rather...

What is it?

Ajinbad couldn't describe it. He said these words not to justify Grindelwald, but to regret and regret.

After knowing that he was deceived, he wanted to smash the abominable and cunning old face with his fist. This idea was held in his mind for several weeks. Even after learning that Grindelwald was interested in building Africa into his own territory, it not only did not weaken, but became even stronger. In his opinion, this was a thorough division of the camp and the act of splitting the wizards was a conspiracy of the ambitious.

Unfortunately, Ajinbad could only watch and could not do anything. He could not even return to Africa to see the situation in his hometown. He was worried that not only would he not see anyone, he would be defeated by several unknown people who believed in Grindelwald's philosophy, become prisoners, and be brought to Grindelwald, and be ridiculed in person.

The only capable of protecting him, Felix, firmly disagreed with rushing to Africa, but instead focused on Europe and America. To be more precise, he even put aside the Americas for the time being. Akinbad had a lot of complaints about this, suspected that he was afraid of facing Grindelwald.

But Akinbad also had to admit one fact:

From a utilitarian perspective alone, Felix's approach was nothing to blame, but it became more and more correct as time passed. He did not rush to conflict with Grindelwald and show off his force (this seems incredible to Ajinbad); nor did he waste time facing the almost unsolvable mess in the Americas in a short period of time, but instead raced against time to rebuild the prestige of the International Wizards Federation.

After a month, the Federation is no longer an empty shell.

The above is the views of Ajinbad and some wizard groups. If it were Felix, his ideas would be completely different - and no one could think of Grindelwald and Felix, two people with different personalities, who are essentially one and two sides.

With Felix intentionally doing it, Africa almost became an independent kingdom.

What he did was exactly in line with Grindelwald's usual actions. Even Vita Rozier, the only one who knew the truth, sometimes had questions: Was Felix disguised as Grindelwald, or was Grindelwald disguised as Felix Hepp?

At least in her opinion, Grindelwald's thoughts are eroding the minds and living spaces of African wizards in a gentle way, growing vigorously like wildfire in the past month.

"If it weren't for physical reasons, he would have been very likely to shine in this era. Of course, if that were the case, it would mean that he and I were completely on the opposite side."

Felix said with emotion. When he said this, he defeated a group of wizards with his personal force that "take the opportunity to grow and grow in chaos". At this moment, more than fifty wizards fell to the ground, tilting their heads and glaring at him.

Felix waved casually, and the new generation of saints raised their heads and took over the place in an orderly manner.

"So whose idea do you prefer? Is it Grindelwald or Dumbledore?" Rozier asked in a low voice.

"What thought?" Felix asked, "I'm here to solve the problem."
Chapter completed!