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Five years have passed in a flash, and it is another summer.

"Time flies so fast." Ms. Bones said with a smile on the side of the sofa. Opposite her was Hermione, who had just returned from abroad and had completed her position as an observer for two years in the International Pan-Magic Alliance. She was dressed in formal clothes, her hair was wrapped around her head, and her body revealed her capable temperament.

"How is it like traveling around the world?" Ms. Bones handed over a cup of tea.

"Great." Hermione grinned, siping hot tea and moaning in satisfaction. Then she sighed and said, "I seem to have used up all my life's travel quotas. Unless there is a rare opportunity, I will be ready to stay in China."

"This is good news," Ms. Bones said in a glad tone: "You can come back and continue to be my secretary. I was in a hurry for a while during that time you left, and there were so many things."

Hermione looked at her angrily.

"Can I just be a secretary?"

Ms. Bones smiled.

"Oh, you want to be the Minister of Magic, you are very motivated, little girl, can bring me some comfort, in the current situation..." Looking at Hermione's puzzled expression, she explained: "Sclinger is old and may retire earlier than me. Similar situations are Sinkness, and the old Crouch, who is an advisor, adopted a nephew of a side branch last year, and has appeared in the ministry for a few times since then; other senior officials are only good at one aspect, such as Ludo Bagman, Phipos Penrose, Arthur Weasley..."

"...There are now increasing requirements for the minister. I have to study every day and try to deal with all aspects." She was a little annoyed, "A guy stayed in school and didn't come out. I was perfunctory when I wrote letters several times."

"Are you talking about professor?" Hermione asked with her ears raised.

"It's him," Ms. Bones said hatefully, then gently rubbed her forehead and softened her tone, "Actually I can understand Felix's approach. He seemed to be intentional in separating himself from the public, just like Dumbledore after 1945... As the most important deterrent force in the world, his personal face will become blurred. The sword holder, who is called him."

Hermione nodded slowly, thinking of her experience in the past two years, she had a deeper understanding of Bones's words.

No matter where she goes, people are keen to inquire about the professor's privacy issues. When she picks and describes unimportant life details to them, these people will show full of surprise and surprise, as if the myth has shone into reality. One of them's answers impressed Hermione:

"What you said is true? Mr. Hepp sat down to have dinner with you? Don't you feel stressed... I'll drink some wine occasionally? I'm good at dancing? Oh, I always thought he was a one, a—" my fingers gesturing in the air for a while, and then there was no more of the following. The man said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've only seen him on TV and newspapers, and I also collected a magic newspaper, a report on the Bonfire Night of the Floating Island, which has now become a small city..."

But Hermione knew that in that person—or in the minds of many people, the name Felix Hepp no ​​longer represents a concrete person, but is more similar to abstract symbols, or a law, or a rule, and this impression becomes more stubborn as time goes by.

Five years ago, when the grand sea Christmas bonfire party on the floating island ended, life returned to peace. After that, the magic world and the non-magic world were in an orderly manner. Although there were occasional twists and turns, no major conflicts occurred. Everything was peaceful. Half a year later, their students graduated from school, Harry and Ron chose to travel around, and she plunged into the heavy affairs of the Ministry of Magic.

There are too many things to be determined clearly.

Politics, economy, culture, law, education, art... Yes, and art. The first thing Miss Granger did after joining the company was to receive an international art troupe that flowed to the UK. The inspiration for the exhibition came from the super magic left by Professor Hayp in New York Harbor. Although Hermione had seen related pictures in the newspapers, she had to admit that the angles selected by the artists were tricky enough. She stopped in front of a six-meter-long panoramic view of the photo wall called "The Art of God". The introduction on the nameplate said that this painting, composed of thousands of photos, not only encapsulated the grand view of the city, but also cleverly spliced ​​hundreds of details.

There is also a painter who tells himself: "If there is really a god, he appeared on December 24, 1997, gently turning the front of the car of human destiny in one direction."

But Hermione knew that the ‘gods’ also had their own worries. For example, correcting student test papers, finalizing the first list of scientists to be on the floating island, and selecting a baby’s full moon gift for Muggle friends—

Hermione, who recalled this, took a sip of tea to cover up the urge to roll her eyes.

Let her think about what the professor said at that time?

"I'm not very good at this, I've asked Sirius, Remus, and even Harry, but they didn't know anything about the concept of what gifts their first child would like to receive, let alone Severus... so help, Miss Granger."

The New Year was just over when this happened. The people asked were busy all the time. No one planned to get married soon, especially Harry, who was probably confused when asked - he and Ginny were going to hold their wedding until the end of this year (2003).

"Is Rosalie Little OK?" Hermione asked.

"It's great," Ms. Bones snorted from her nose. "Siris often takes her to Harry and Lupin to visit each other. Every day before I get off work, I have to use a voice transmission mirror to confirm where my husband and daughter are. To be honest, I'm not used to the house-raising elf calling me 'great hostess'. Sirius is not used to it, but he seems to find it very interesting..."

Hermione chuckled. Rosalie is the female name of Sirius' younger brother Regulus. She was born three years ago with Lupin and Tonks' first child. In addition, Bill and Furong's children, who were one year older than them, the three little guys happened to be playmates.

Hermione came out of the office and was relaxed.

Ms. Bones gave her a month off, "Many people you know and familiar places change a lot. Walk around and take a look, and come to work with a full spirit. The position of the Assistant Director of the Minister's Office is for you."

She went to the Aurors office for a walk, and the staff along the way expressed surprise and welcome to her return.

This place is divided into many small compartments. The outside of the compartment is covered with Auror's name and the nature and content of the work he is responsible for. The inner wall is covered with wanted criminals who need work and meet personal aesthetics, posters, family photos, news clippings and so on. It looks dazzling and diverse.

Hermione quickly found the locations of Harry, Ron and Neville based on her memory, but the three chairs were empty.

"Potter and Weasley were rotated to the floating island to maintain order, and Longbottom was responsible for investigating a case of smuggling potion materials." Auror next to her told her, he had a beard and looked like a shrinking Hagrid. "You know, as the list of potions suitable for ordinary people becomes longer and longer, smuggling in this area is becoming more and more frequent..."

Hermione nodded slightly. She was aware of the smuggling issue mentioned by Auror, which has become a common headache for the Ministry of Magic of all countries. But if we say that the most rampant black market trading is definitely the Americas - it was one of the subsequent effects of the "exercise" incident that year.

There is also Future World Company, whose headquarters has moved to the Floating Island a long time ago, which was earlier than the headquarters of the Federation - now it is the headquarters of the International Pan-Magic Alliance. With Akinbad's retirement half a year ago, Professor Hayp completed the merger. Over the years, the number of people on the island has gradually increased, and the Ministry of Magic of various countries regularly sent Aurors to maintain order on the island.

"Where is Tonks? Oh, she should be on the island, with Lupin. And Collins?"

"Tonks wrote a report to the ministry half a year ago to apply for a permanent residence in Floating Island. After all, her family is there. As for Ms. Foley," Auror, bearded, showed a smile that could only be understood. He said seriously: "I will describe the story to you like this. Weasley didn't have to participate in the routine inspection, but at the last party he spoke without saying that Collins took the initiative to chase him..."

"Uh." Hermione held her forehead, she could have imagined what happened afterwards - Ron fled in panic, and Collins chased after him with a knife.

Her eyes passed over Harry's place (there was a photo of him and Ginny, who were riding on a broom, Ginny wearing Holyhead Harbour's uniform), and two separate photos were posted on Ron's compartment, and the documents on the table were scattered, as if they were pushed to the corner before walking, so as to make room for the chessboard in the middle. It was a pair of wizard chess, and the chess pieces jumped around lively. If it weren't for the glass cover similar to the fish tank, they would have run out and ran around. A piece of paper was pasted outside the glass cover, which read: Dangerous items, no touch.

A ray of silver light flashed across Hermione's pupils, and you could see the dense magic symbols on the chess piece.

"He wasn't done before I left," she said with emotion.

"What? Oh!" said Auror, the bearded man, with a strong and enthusiastic voice. "The famous 'knight' Weasley, the 'hart' who came from the same source as the guardian of the Weatheron, the floating island covers the sky and the sun, Longbottom, who can enter the dream, Malfoy, who established the first wizard-Muggle United Hospital, and Lovegood, who has discovered many magical animals in succession... Of course, you, Ms. Granger, have really emerged in many talents in recent years."

He then lowered his voice and said, "You are back at the right time. I have heard some rumors: Ms. Bones is preparing to step down as minister. In recent years, it may be the time for her to find a new minister..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"It's true!" said Auror, the bearded, quickly. "I heard that Porter will be promoted to director of the Auror office in the near future. Weasley will be transferred to the Muggle Affairs Department. Longbottom is responsible for smuggling cases, but it is said that he has other plans. Recently, he often appears in Hogsmeade's three brooms..."

"Thank you, Tuttle," said Hermione. "I think it's too early to think about it. Kingsley is an excellent wizard."

"Oh, Kingsley..." said the bearded wizard a little absent-mindedly, "You are right, he is very suitable in all aspects."

From the Ministry of Magic, Hermione strolled the streets of London, and magic seemed to have unknowingly occupied a place in the city, as if they were. She pushed the door and walked into a bookstore, and on a separate bookshelf, Dumbledore's loving face stared at her - a biography jointly published by Harry and Efias Dorge, with the purple silk-decorated book seal saying "Three consecutive years of best-selling."

But today is another magic book, with Hermione staring at the name on it with a weird expression: Harry Potter, and the huge poster next to it shows it all, with Marfalda Pwight's young face printed on it and a bright smile.

‘Exclusively decrypt the real magic campus life, unveiling a corner of the legendary curtain from the perspective of key characters. The writer himself has obtained first-hand information (grades 5 to 7) for three years, and also interviews with the parties and witnesses to restore the truth... The first movie of the same name will be released on June 25.’

Hermione was stunned.

The memories of the past came to my mind. Oh my God, Marfalda actually wrote Harry into the book. He must be furious... I don't know what she looks like in the story? She glanced at the calendar next to her and it happened to be the twenty-fiveth day today.

She took Dumbledore's biography and "Harry Potter" (the former she had read many times), and while her fingers moved, she hesitated to pick up the book signed by Sybil Trilawney, "The Lion and the Firebird". She was not interested in Trelawney's books, and it was not surprising why the book of this treacherous fortune teller could be placed in the Muggle Bookstore in a grand manner - maybe she would occasionally show the talent of the prophet, Hermione thought.

What really interested her was the recommendation words on the book cover:

‘Mars has always been related to war and conflict. When it is closer to us, those with talent and natural sensitivity will be affected first - Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, Tom Riddle (Voldemort), Felix Hepp, and the author himself - their dates of birth all verify this law. Now that this day comes again, what changes will it bring to us?’

"Mars." Hermione chewed the word, and after a while she "sn't" said, "Old liar."

But she still took the book to the counter to pay and stuffed three books into a beaded bag. The clerk asked with interest: "Witch?" "Well." "Can you help?" The clerk asked again, "Give you a 20% discount."

Hermione stared at her in surprise.

"That's right," the owner said with a smile: "My daughter, Lily likes "The Adventures of the Little Wizard Mike". Can you just use a method to let her see it at a glance."

Hermione hesitated and asked, "What does she like?"

"Anything is fine, ladies." The clerk immediately said: "The little girl likes things, bows, dolls, kittens..."

Hermione bit her lip and then reached out her hand. Gradually, a pair of beautiful butterflies were outlined in the air. They flew around in the air and landed on the clerk's hands.

"When they don't move, they're bows and can also play with your daughter."

“Thank you so much.”

"It's nothing, well, do you know the nearest movie theater?"

"Of course! There is one on the corner of the street."

Hermione thanked her, came out of the bookstore, and found the cinema facing the street in the direction the clerk pointed her. She was a little stunned - the winding lineup lined up from the entrance of the cinema to the back door, and these people seemed to have come for the first wizard movie. She looked around and crawled into an alley while others were not paying attention. The next second, she appeared a few kilometers away.

I searched three cinemas in a row and found a place with few people.

There was only one person in front of her. The man was wearing a long windbreaker, carrying a small box in his hand, short black hair, and holding the newspaper of the day in his other hand.

"A ticket to Harry Potter," the man paused, as if he thought it was very interesting, "Ha, I've been looking forward to it for many years."

The ticket seller obviously didn't take the words "for many years" seriously and asked casually, "There is insider information, ha?"

"That's right."

Hermione's eyes widened and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She approached the ticket window, but the man had already taken the ticket and left.

She bought the ticket quickly, and in the process she couldn't help but look around anxiously, then bent down and sat sneakily opposite the man. The man leaned against the sofa chair and spread out the newspaper to read with relish. Hermione captured the words "ground fire distance", "moon landing plan", "magic science has made new breakthroughs" from the other side of the newspaper.

"Uh, ahem." She cleared her throat.

After a few seconds, there was no reaction on the other side.

She cleared her throat again, and made some other sounds this time, and then she heard a "scream?" "I haven't finished reading it? Reading speed needs to be improved." The man said, Hermione could have imagined the expression on his face when he spoke, and the furry, flat-mouthed little guy poked his head out of a silver pocket watch on his chest.

She made the cup on the table make a "ding-ding-dang" sound, which is almost noise.

The opposite side really noticed it - Hermione was excited and thinking about what she wanted to say the first thing she wanted. A slender and white hand stretched out from the back of the newspaper, gently tapped the table, and then shrank back.

A whispering curse, Hermione grinded her teeth secretly, Professor you are already suspected of breaking the law!

Wizards should try to avoid using magic in public unless they are allowed - this is your own decision.

A silver light flashed in Hermione's eyes. Almost at the same time, an irresistible magic ripple spread from another perspective, and some dim environment in the cinema faded, and Hermione breathed suffocated.

"Granger-oh, Hermione?"

Hermione came to her senses and saw Felix and Valen looking at her over the newspaper, Felix smiled.

"What a coincidence, you came here to watch movies, too."

The pleasant atmosphere fermented in the air, brewing, and exuded a wine-like aroma. Hermione's heartbeats faster, as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Even as an observer of the International Pan-Magic Alliance, the two remained in touch, with a distance of about two or three months, and occasionally meeting on the floating island, but Hermione felt like a different world. Count carefully, they had known each other for a long time, starting from the second grade listening to the mystery of ancient magic texts in the office of ancient magic texts, no, it should have been earlier - she was in the fourth grade, and he was in the fourth grade, and they communicated for the first time after nine years...
To be continued...