Maravatel Lebbot speaks at the Federation Headquarters:

"...It is necessary to protect the wizard's own tradition, well, I think he means those worth keeping. Otherwise, the wizard will easily be like waves rolled up in the sea, losing its foothold, and the danger brought about is fatal... Some buffers can be set up. Also, in the education of the little wizard... in the face of behaviors that violate the overall rights of the wizard..."

Gradually, these twenty African representatives also joined the meeting, but few people realized that they actually represented Grindelwald's thoughts, or to be more precise, represented radical and intense thoughts. If nothing unexpected happens, these views will take root in some people's minds and grow in future practices.

At least Felix doesn't have to worry about the union becoming a stagnant pool after he lets go.

...

As time passed, the weather gradually became colder. On Saturday morning when I went to Hogsmeade Village, Harry, Ron and Hermione chose to wear scarves to keep the cold. After they gathered in the lounge, they walked towards the school gate with their classmates talking and laughing.

"It must be not that cold, right?" Ginny said in a somewhat surprised tone next to Harry.

Several lower-grade girls passed by them, chattering and talking excitedly, each wearing a beautiful light-colored cloak. Harry bet that these girls must be third-grade students. He had only seen the excitement on the faces of those who went to Hogsmeade for the first time. In addition to the little wizard who wrapped himself tightly, some people were dressed very simply and only wore a coat outside. Harry suspected that they had confused the season.

"Parvati rummaged through the cabinet last night and said she had put the constant temperature locket at home." Hermione said, which solved Harry's doubts. "So I advised her to wear more. The temperature difference has been a bit large recently. Many people catch colds every year. Mrs. Pomfrey prepared a batch of refreshing agents in advance."

Ron immediately tightened the scarf around his neck when he heard this.

Harry hurriedly handed his scarf to Ginny, who bent his eyes and smiled happily. "You can use a warm-up spell, Harry." Hermione suggested, Harry did as he did, and he found Ron looked at him with a scrutiny look, and then hummed from his nose.

"It's very considerate." Ron said teasingly.

Perhaps it was the effect of the warm-up curse, Harry felt his face a little hot, like a stove that could not dissipate heat. Ginny hugged Harry's arm openly and said as if no one was around: "Don't pay attention to that despicable hypocrite, he also wrote a letter to the girl himself."

Harry's eyes widened. Ron blushed and tried his best to defend himself: "She wrote me first! Ask me if I want to join her squad after graduation." He turned to Harry, "Do you know this? I've also ridiculed her for not being able to do it..."

"It seems," Harry slowly recalled, "but I remember her birthday was already over, and I didn't expect you to be communicating."

This time it was Ron's turn to be uncomfortable.

Hermione asked in confusion: "Who are you talking about?"

"Collins." Harry said briefly.

"Oh," Hermione said in a dragging voice. She still remembers that both of them wanted to be the Minister of Magic. "How is she doing recently?"

"It's okay," Ron muttered.

When they arrived at Hogsmeade village, their first reaction was that more people were walking on the road, and many of them were unrestrained. A schematic diagram was standing at the entrance of the village. They leaned over and took a look and found that two new streets were built in the east and north of the village.

For the only British village, one of the only two pure wizard villages now, Hogsmeade always inadvertently shows magical magic and various magicians. When they passed by the noisy male and female wizards, Harry swore that he saw a male and witch with vampire fangs.

At this time, an owl with snow-white feathers mixed with black spots quietly landed above their heads and landed on Harry's shoulders. The owl pecked at his ears gently, "Oh, Hedwig?" Hedwig stretched out one leg with reserve and asked Harry to take off the note tied to it. He expanded and looked at the other three.

"Mr. Dorge is coming later, and he asks us to go to other places first." Harry said. He patted Hedwig's beak, "The window of the dormitory is open, I'll leave you some food." Hedwig flew away.

"That's great," Ron said happily. "Let's go to Wes to visit the Magic Trick House and Future World branch first. There may be new products on the market, so we can get a first look."

"Well said, so where are we going first?" Ginny asked.

"I haven't seen Fred and George for a long time," Harry said, and the group came to Weislai Magic Trick House, but Fred and George were not there, and only two clerks were busy. Harry was a little disappointed, and he wanted to ask the twins if they had passed the Muggle government procurement list, although he seriously suspected that the brothers' prank gift package would be ruthlessly returned.

They politely declined the help of the clerk and started walking around casually.

Fred and George's shops were still so attractive, with colorful spots and various noisy and funny sounds everywhere. From time to time, a strange thing came out of the shelves and corners, which scared him. Harry repeatedly warned himself not to overreact, but when a spider with silk-spouted and thick eyebrows and big eyes fell from the ceiling, he couldn't help laughing.

He turned his head and was about to let Ron see this, but his eyes glimpsed that Hermione was reading a booklet and talking to the clerk. It didn't look like a manual for asking for a prank new product. He curiously leaned over on the way, a small jellyfish firework exploded in the crowd, and a little boy was immediately surrounded by a group of jellyfish of different colors. Harry heard Hermione say to the clerk, "Can I take one?"

"Of course, this is distributed for free by the Ministry of Magic." said the clerk.

"What is in your hand?" Harry asked when the clerk left. Hermione pointed to the box on the ground, which was neatly stacked with booklets exactly the same as in her hand. The outer packaging of the box also reads, "Travel guides will keep you open in the Muggle world. Provided by the Ministry of Magic."

"Wow," said Harry.

"It looks quite like that, right?" Hermione smiled. "I just looked at it a little bit. It is recommended that wizards try to go to big cities as much as possible. For example, many foreign tourists have come to London recently, all of whom are interested in magic."

Ron and Ginny also came over with a bunch of things.

"Hey, look at this!" Ron said excitedly, carrying two colorful bags: "Wesle's fine prank gift package covers the best-selling classic products since the store opened, and also has the additional black devil's ornaments; and the snack package specially provided by Muggles, which is a bit expensive, but can be barely acceptable."

"Uncut Edition" Harry pointed to the printed words on the package and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Oh, do you remember the product list review at Sword Castle? Percy removed some of the names and thought it might cause harm to Muggles, but that's right." Ron handed Harry a look of understanding. Harry stared at the boy wrapped in the gallows and was stunned, not knowing what product was corresponding to. At this time, Ginny poked his waist with his finger and signaled him to look at the things he was holding.

It was a translucent box, and through the packaging, you could see twelve small bottles inside. Several male and female witches showed obsessive and intoxicated expressions on their faces, and there were fierce monsters and goblins next to them. "It's not a contraband, right?" Harry asked worriedly, and Ginny moved his thumb away to let him see the product name clearly, which read "Daydream Curse, Quidditch exclusive set."

"It's very interesting," Harry said dryly, "I finally understand why even goblins and monsters can sit on a broom." Fighting Quidditch with goblins or monsters in a dream was still very tempting for him, so he also asked the clerk to get two boxes.

Then they went to the branch of Future World Company, and a large notice was posted on the window at the door, attracting many people to watch. When the people in front left with satisfaction, the four of them immediately came forward.

"Recruiting partners, no matter if you are a wizard who cannot find the direction, a student who has just graduated without a way, a werewolf, vampire, a banshee... As long as you have wonderful ideas and real talents, you can apply for subsidies and strong support from a professional team of more than 300 people! The future world will help realize your dreams throughout the process..."

Harry was amazed. "As long as I have a good idea, will the people from the Future World Company help me achieve it?"

"It's not that simple," Hermione pointed to the small words below and said: "First of all, your ideas must be practical, which requires professional evaluation and is not illegal; secondly, you must spend a lot of time on this, not knowing nothing, but just stuck in a technical difficulty... In this way, the world company will be willing to help in the future."

They went around and felt that the time was almost over, so they came to three brooms and waited for Mr. Doji.

"I'm exhausted," Ron shouted, "has finished the journey of the day."

While waiting for Mrs. Rosmerta to prepare for their drinks, Harry looked around the seat, feeling that there were more guests than last year, and that there were two tables of adult wizards with rough faces. They were obviously not used to the frequent appearance of the students in the three brooms, and were talking with a rough voice.

"I don't want those muggles to come in. They've already squeezed in too much space and are finally going to attack the last piece of land of the wizard, right?"

"This is the Ministry of Magic's decision, Dick." Another man absent-mindedly stroked the pattern on the wine glass, as if surprised that the cup was so clean. Harry felt that he should have drunk in a place similar to the Pig Head Bar.

The first man cursed and sweared.

"It's incredible," Ron said.

"Yes, but I don't think everyone is satisfied with the new policy." Harry turned around and found that Ron was looking in another direction. He looked over with his eyes. Four Hogwarts students gathered together to play the wizard card. Coincidentally, there was one student in the four academy in the school.

"Eleanor Branstone," Ginny whispered, as she stood up and greeted the opposite side, and sat down again.

"Who did you say?" Harry asked.

"The one wearing a bear hat, I think it might be a club party," Ginny said. "Her club is very famous. I don't know where to get a lot of unique recipes, secret sauces, etc., but I think since Luna has made her own recipes."

Ron choked and coughed repeatedly.

"I just heard you say that I want to go and see it next time I'm at the club event." He said with a frustration. "Now I don't have hope."

"Don't say that," Ginny looked at him with a blame, and then she said in a guilty tone that Harry thought was completely unnecessary: ​​"Bibi's weird beans were not favored by the public when they first came out. Think about its current status."

"Yes, I roughly guessed the role of Luna's recipes in it." Ron said sarcastically.

Mrs. Rosmerta brought the drinks, Hermione put away the booklet, and asked casually, "Hello, Mrs. Rosmerta, is your business very good recently?"

"It's OK," she said indifferently, "Didn't Cornwall build a new wizard town to accommodate foreign wizards named Rutherford?" Hermione nodded. "There are some of them here, but there are not many, and there are some who have moved from the Muggle community to live temporarily."

She also mentioned a person.

"There is a witch named Carlotta Pinker Stone. Do you know her?"

Hermione nodded again, "I know, she advocates the abolition of the Secretariat Act, and I think she must be very happy now."

"She was locked up again," said Mrs. Rosmerta with a stern face.

"What?" Harry shouted incredibly. The other three were also surprised. Mrs. Rosmerta explained: "The next day the wizard was completely exposed, she happily left the room, saying that she wanted to do a big career. Didn't the Ministry of Magic ask everyone to hide on the spot during that time? She was the only one who showed off her magic in front of the Muggle Attractions. She was taken away by Auror within ten minutes... But now that the peace agreement has been signed, it will be released soon. Maybe it has been released." She added.

Then Mrs. Rosmerta recommended new dishes to them, but when Ron moved the snack pack to the table, she turned around and called other guests. Harry and the others began to try out the weird food carefully prepared by Fred and George one by one.

"That woman asked for it." Ron's mouth was stuffed with food and said, "Some people always want to be innovative and sing opposite to others. You don't know how many times my father had spent during that time. I heard that a wizard cast a rain spell on their Muggle neighbor's house before moving away. The water was three feet deep..." He picked up a light yellow grape and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's okay, why are you laughing at the orange smell?" His face turned into grape color without realizing it.

Harry held back his smile, Hermione and Ginny lay on the table and shrugged their shoulders. Ron kept asking what was wrong. After a while, Ron, who had finally figured out the situation, forced Harry to eat a gray grape that looked very devoid of appetite, and Harry turned into a big blush.

"Updated version, ha? It's quite interesting." Ron pushed the remaining half bunch of grapes aside in anger.

When everyone returns to peace, at least they won’t laugh out loud. Hermione waved the booklet in her hand. “So the Ministry of Magic recommends that the wizards who live in the Muggle community perform better. Now it’s joint law enforcement. Every jurisprudence will affect the future,” she laughed herself. “I think the name of Carlotta Pinker Stone will definitely appear in the new management regulations…”

"There is also the guy who turned his neighbor's house into a swimming pool, and the magic history textbook will definitely mention it," Ginny said.

"I'm not as sure as you, it's hard to make Professor Binz change his mind," said Harry. They laughed again.

The door was pushed open from outside, and Efias Dorgi came in dustyly. Harry stood up and waved to him. When Dorgi sat down, several people found that he looked a little tired, his eyes were sunken, and his face was full of anger.

"I'm so sorry, kids, I'm late." He said apologetically.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, perceived his emotions.

"Nothing," Doji said immediately, but all four of them were staring at him and he sighed, "Okay... I met a crazy woman on the way, and I'll argue with her for a long time." He said angrily.

"Why?" Ginny asked.

"Some rumors, conspiracy theories, etc. I have been collecting details for Dumbledore's biography. Harry couldn't walk away at school, so I came to visit the door with the list..." He shook his head, and a few strands of hair floated up on his forehead.

The three of them looked at him blankly. He glanced at the guests who had several tables across them and lowered his voice, "You know, the magic world has undergone a lot of changes recently. It doesn't have much impact on it alone, but it makes people feel uncomfortable when they hold it together... If you have any dissatisfaction, you will naturally want to vent your anger. Those big names who can name them naturally become targets for venting their anger, even Dumbledore..."

"But Professor Hepp and Ms. Borns, as well as the Ministry of Magic staff, the Order of the Phoenix... are all trying their best to plan for all the wizards. Don't you know that these measures may avoid hundreds or thousands of conflicts in the future?" Harry said angrily.

"Obviously, they don't know." Doji said calmly.

He said understandably: "They only know that their lives have become different and have changed. Whether it is good or bad needs time to verify, and they are filled with fear of the future."

Harry and the others exchanged their eyes silently.

"But, Mr. Doggy, there are few similar opinions in the school, nor in the newspapers." Hermione asked in confusion.

"Ah, I think your heads are not fixed yet. As for older people," Doji said slowly. "Many wizards are actually alive, but they are not different from dead. They come out of the house once or twice a year, and the things in their minds have long been out of date."

"It's easy to understand, like our Aunt Muriel," Ron said to Ginny.

Ginny rolled her eyes.
To be continued...