Putting down the sound transmission mirror, Felix couldn't help but feel ridiculous. Rumors are always more eye-catching than facts, especially when pairing it with a short, concise, easy to spread sensational title.

If the rumor can creatively "explain" major events with complex causes in history in three or two phrases, it will be even more perfect. It is not only very likely that it was popular at that time, but it will also have the vitality that will not be depressed and lasting.

To avoid being affected by the unique charm of these cute rumors, in addition to timely disclosure of the truth, it is best to present another topic worthy of relishing.

"I'm going to organize a Christmas bonfire party," Felix said.

"Here?" Horace Glinstingch was confused when he heard this answer. He stamped his feet and turned around. "Oh, uh, a good idea..." he said reluctantly, but it didn't take long to change his mind and began to be deeply fascinated by the idea.

"Christmas at Sea! Bonfire Night! Guys"

Glinstingch bent down on his suitcase and shouted excitedly inside, which made him look a little crazy, who was usually serious and stern. He turned his head and explained, "People need happiness." He still lay on the ground while speaking, looking a little funny.

Before the people outside could express their opinions, about seven or eight hands stretched out from the box and pulled him into the box without thinking. After a moment, an empty echo came from the box, like an old speaker with a worrying quality working, but the screams and cheers could still be clearly distinguished from the deafening noise.

Yuria walked to Felix.

"I really want to hold a bonfire party?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes, but wait a moment," Felix said, the others stood far away, a young Auror wanted to come over, but was pulled by his companion. The companion shook his head slowly and firmly, looking at this side with a serious expression, as if the two were talking about something profound.

"Will you be attacked?" Yuria blurted out and expressed her most feared concern in her heart.

"So you have to be patient," Felix explained. "When the exercise is over, we can control the island to leave now. So theoretically, yes," he said in a relaxed tone: "We are indeed likely to be attacked by deadly weapons."

He walked to the side, picked up a dry stone and sat down, blew the cold and bone-breathing sea breeze, and raised his head toward the blue sky. The radius of dozens of kilometers was within his sight, but he actually didn't look at anything, just sat quietly. The huge magic power surging on the island seemed to be an extension of his limbs, and countless tiny magical texts flashed between the cracks between the rocks and the rocks. He began to recall the experience of the past six months bit by bit, from the beginning to the calm acceptance and active mediation, his role was getting bigger and bigger. Now he finally put himself on one end of the scale, lifting the weight of love and peace written on the other end high.

He stood in front of all wizards, and any gaze that was cast towards this group would inevitably look directly at him and face his existence.

When the sun rose to its highest position in the day, Ajinbad appeared, dusty, bringing good news. "It's done, twenty minutes ago... the spokesperson came out of the White House..." He was so excited that he was incoherent that he finally smiled, "I used the door key and wanted to tell you the news in person."

Even though he acted very calmly, when the dust settled and everything came to an end, Felix still quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and felt relieved. He didn't care how fierce the Washington, hundreds of kilometers across the coast, had experienced in these hours. Even when Ajinbad told him that the other party sent an invitation and was preparing to restart the negotiations, he did not show surprise. That was the future. All he had to do is to welcome tomorrow's Christmas and the New Year afterwards!

Half an hour later, the floating island left towards the deep sea.

The White House President, who saw this scene through satellite transmission screen, breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed on a chair, sweating all over. The senior officials and staff around him breathed a sigh of relief, and the stones in the hearts of countless people fell to the ground. There is no one in the world who knows the other's strength better than them. Other countries can only rely on long-distance observation and evaluation of satellites in the sky. They are the ones they have experienced and can do more. Detection equipment of various principles spread across the port and surrounding areas a week ago with the army.

Of course, all equipment has now failed and has become a state that cannot be explained by existing science.

An hour ago, they were still discussing fiercely whether to use the ultimate trump card to make a decision. Other countries also conveyed their meaning through explicit and implicit means. Once the nuclear bomb is used, the situation may be completely out of control. This is something that all countries do not want to see. Of course, it is also something that the White House does not want to see. They used all means at home and abroad to force the wizards to create a head-on situation, not to pull themselves into the abyss of war.

The purpose of this is to foresee that wizards will seriously harm their interests in the future, or that the higher the presence of wizards, the more threatening their voice will be to the world.

In this case, it is necessary to suppress the most influential international wizarding organizations at present as much as possible.

The best result they imagined was to set off an anti-wizard tide around the world, while they themselves adopted a pulling and fighting strategy against their own wizards, and used various political means to win over the entire wizard group. The excuses could be between races and bloodlines... But these ideas were based on the premise that the International Wizards Federation had to collapse (the International Pan-Magic Alliance seemed to them just an empty shell).

They almost watched the declining International Wizards Federation resurrect.

It's all because of one person, Felix Happ.

The works he wrote about the non-magic world have become authoritative textbooks for reverse research on wizards; the magic text system was created for countless wizards to learn; the negotiation strategies formulated become a reality step by step. If there is no image foundation laid by the wizards in front of the world in the past few months, it will never lead to a situation where everyone is waiting and standing by, and there will not tacitly reach a consensus that "cooperation is the main focus and confrontation is the auxiliary".

Needless to say, he himself showed a power comparable to a god.

This is the top priority. In the eyes of the White House president and his staff, building an empty island is not the most terrifying thing. What is really terrifying is the magic that looks harmless and fairy-tale to cover the whole city. The effect is a bit similar to the black and white picture album for children to practice graffiti.

The hidden meaning behind this magic made them give up the idea of ​​continuing to expand the conflict, and it was almost a final decision.

An hour ago, a small force closest to New York quietly entered the city. They detonated hundreds of small explosives, but did not cause any damage to the city, as if the two were not in the same world.

what does that mean?

The nuclear bomb may not work, and it is highly likely that it will not work. Even if it is detonated in front of that person, the possibility of threatening the other party will be infinitely close to zero. As for the feasibility... no one dares to gamble on the consequences. If the person he values ​​happens to blow up to death, the entire country will fall into darkness.

In the silence, the White House President whispered his name to another wizard from the newspaper, and this seemed to be the best footnote to the conflict:

"Great Master? Sword-holder?"

...

Another scene was another scene on the floating island. The wizards in the suitcase walked out one after another, looking around like a newborn baby with curiosity and timid heart. The adults talked in groups of three or three, and the children played and played on the uneven reefs and the rocks under the sea, and pulled out small fish, shrimps and seaweed from the cracks of the stones.

Felix and Akinbad avoided the crowd and walked along the relatively flat ground.

"You are going to make this place a peaceful place where wizards and Muggles live together? Let magic and technology merge?"

Felix nodded slightly.

"We also invite wizards and Muggle scientists from all over the world, companies?"

Nodded again.

"That's a big project." Ajinbad said with emotion. After a while, he stepped on his feet and suddenly asked, "Felix, how about you tell me that I'll move the Federation headquarters here?"

Felix looked at him in surprise.

Akinbad smiled, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out. "Actually, I had this idea long ago... The situation was very good during the time when we successfully signed a contract with several countries. I thought at the time that the Federation headquarters would definitely not be able to continue to hide, but the new address had not been decided, and it was not the time. But this idea repeatedly appeared in my mind. The most convenient one was naturally Strasbourg, where there were some international Muggle organizations... But what else could be compared to the islands built by the wizard himself?"

"I have no objection." Felix thought for a while and replied.

At this time, a young Auror came over and looked at Felix with awe. He said to the two: "Some people suggested that they want to change the surrounding environment as the venue for the bonfire party. Chairman Glinstingch asked me to come and ask you..."

Felix and Akinbad exchanged glances, and they naturally had no objection.

The result was out of control. More wizards poured out from the suitcase. They spontaneously helped to trim the site and impose protective magic with great enthusiasm, but soon faced the dilemma of insufficient materials.

This problem was partially solved as Felix unleashed the magic in the suitcase.

The island's most central prescription area was replaced by a camp. Then he contacted the headquarters of Future World Company. He originally planned to ask Lupin to prepare some supplies for tents and bonfire parties, so he could go back to get it in person. But when the two were talking, they happened to be heard by Ms. Bones and Sirius present. Sirius came up with a whimsical idea. Felix thought it was feasible. Ms. Bones agreed to support the staff, so she was talked about by countless historians in later generations. The major event rendered with heavy ink and heavy colors was finalized.

Temporary fireplaces rose from the ground, hundreds of wizards walked out of the flames. They brought various building materials and waved their wands, hundreds of houses of different shapes rose from the ground. More and more wizards rushed over and quickly turned into a wizard celebration comparable to the finals of the Quidditch World Cup.

Even Sirius, who had the idea, was frightened by the huge scale. He stumbled: "Why not the place is not enough, right?"

"A squeeze can hold two or three hundred thousand people." Felix said uncertainly, but when he saw the vendor pushing a cart selling goods, he suspected that he was speaking too early. In the afternoon, he saw the sneaky Fred and George, who were selling Weasley fireworks everywhere.

When they noticed Felix staring at them, they immediately smiled embarrassedly and fled in panic.

As expected, a spectacular fireworks show appeared on the sea that night.

The entire celebration lasted for half a month, which was completely different from the lonely Christmas that Felix expected. Even the New Year was spent in a noisy and noisy manner. The vast sea seemed to connect the wizards from all over the world more closely.

Every day he could see familiar figures. Luna, who seemed to wander here accidentally... Hermione, holding Valen, waving at him... Sirius who found a new motorcycle, Harry and Ron occasionally borrowed a ride... Former ancient magical professor Bassy Bablin... Professor Bubaji who cares about island soil issues... The miraculous Trelawney... Lupin, Tonks, Hogwarts students, professors, officials of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, pen pals who have never met, and even journalists...

Their story has just begun.

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Chapter completed!