On the flat snake head of the snake monster, a big hole penetrates its head and upper jaw, leaving only two black holes in their eyes.

From time to time, a few awesome arousals accompanied by fear came from the crowd.

These wizards are only in grade one and two, and the older ones are in grade six and seven, but when they face the dead snake monster, they still couldn't help swallowing.

One of the little wizards asked everyone’s questions: “It was Potter who fought this behemoth? How did they do it?”

No one answered his question.

A Slytherin student couldn't help but want to get closer, and he stretched out his hand, but an invisible barrier bounced him away.

"Dumbledore said, Flint." A sharp voice appeared, and everyone made a way out, Professor Flitvie.

He was very short, but the little wizard of Hogwarts respected him because he was always passionate when teaching and treated the little wizards of the four academies equally.

He came to the front and walked around the snake monster. "What a rare magical creature, I think Hagrid will love it."

...

After the course, Felix thought about it and decided to go to the courtyard to take a look.

Dumbledore said at a dinner last night that Magic Minister Connelly Forge will come today and he intends to observe the man up close.

It is rumored that he is Dumbledore's vocalist and has no opinion at all. But Felix does not think so. A person who plays politics will have less principles than the best licking dog when he is at a disadvantage.

He walked down the stairs and prepared to pass through the auditorium.

At this moment, a noise came from a distance, and seven or eight people came towards him.

"Minister Fudge, please go here." Professor McGonagall walked in front.

Behind her was a sturdy, small middle-aged man, short, fat, solid, messy gray hair, and an anxious look on his face.

His clothes were a strange hodgepodge: pinstriped suits, bright red tie, long black cape, purple pointed boots. He also had a dark green top hat under his arms.

Felix recognized him at a glance, as Connelly Foggy, the current Minister of Magic. Following him was a tall man, dressed in an Auror, and it seemed that he was a subordinate of Foggy.

After that was a middle-aged man with platinum hair, his body was tightly wrapped in a long black travel cloak, his face with a cold and cold expression that was kept thousands of miles away, and he also held a magic wand that looked like a cane in his hand.

Felix looked at his iconic hair color and had some guesses in his mind. Perhaps it was the quite famous pure blood family - Malfoy?

Behind Malfoy is a woman, Felix happened to have dealt with her, Rita Skitter. She was wearing thick makeup on her face and was energetic to tell her two assistants, "Snap the opportunity, the opportunity! Do you understand? Take more photos."

Two young men holding magic cameras agreed timidly.

Felix couldn't help laughing. It seemed that this newspaper celebrity had a good psychological quality.

Rita Skitter was carrying a shoulder bag in her hand, and after she walked through the auditorium, her eyes began to search for something carefully.

As a result, she happened to meet Felix's gaze, her pupils suddenly tightened, and her steps became hesitant and confused.

Following her was Dumbledore, who was walking slowly at the end. He was the tallest among the crowd. At this moment, his blue eyes were staring at all.

Professor McGonagall saw Felix in front of her and stopped, "Oh, Felix. I'll recommend you, this one is Connelly Forge, Minister of Magic." Then, she snorted softly, saying unwillingly: "These two are Lucius Malfoy and Rita Skit."

Fudge was enthusiastic enough, and he quickly walked forward and stretched out his hands: "Felix Hepp, I've heard of Daming for a long time. I've heard your name mention more than once by the French Minister of Magic."

Felix pulled out his hand without a trace, "I just wrote a few books." He stared at Fudge's eyes throughout the whole time. From those eyes, he did not see much enthusiasm.

He looked at Rita Skit again and whispered: "Rita."

The woman with exaggerated curly hair greeted awkwardly: "Hello, Mr. Happ." She didn't know whether she would pretend not to know him. If the secret of this person was exposed, would she cause any trouble.

But if Felix read it correctly, at this moment, Fudge and Malfoy's eyes changed at the same time.

He is really keen... Should he be considered a person in the Vanity Fair?

Felix nodded at Malfoy, and the two had no intersection.

But Lucius Malfoy looked at him quietly for two seconds with his gray eyes, then pulled out a reserved smile, and he stretched out his right hand: "Hello, Mr. Happ."

Felix was surprised, and he also stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Malfoy."

After a brief greeting, Professor McGonagall continued to lead the way, and Felix had quietly paced to the end of the team and walked side by side with Dumbledore.

The two of them were draped in a distance and chatted in a low voice.

"Felix, it is wrong to abuse the idea of ​​God-taking." Dumbledore blinked, "That will lose a lot of fun and will make you more bored with the world."

"Is this your experience?"

"Everyone has his youth." Dumbledore did not answer directly, but Felix already understood the underlying meaning - young people are always prone to making mistakes.

So he said, "I am very young now, Principal Dumbledore. Besides, I just felt his true emotions a little, which helps to understand the other person better, right?"

Dumbledore did not stick to this topic, and he asked with interest: "What have you sensed?"

"Are you interested in the Minister of Magic's idea?" Felix asked back.

"No, Felix, I don't need to absorb God and take thoughts to see through him. This may be the only thing I can master after living a hundred years without actively learning."

Felix was a little surprised. Dumbledore shouldn't have told him this? When did their relationship become so close?

The two of them were silent next.

When they walked to the courtyard, Professor McGonagall had already led Fudge and others to stand in front of the Basiligo. Neither Felix nor Dumbledore pushed forward, but stood outside the crowd.

Hagrid stood in the corner awkwardly, and after hearing a few words of the little wizards, Felix understood what was going on.

Hagrid just now had been begging Professor Frieve to unravel the magic set around the snake monster. He wanted to experience the charm of the creature like the snake monster close up...

Do wizards who study magical animals think about the problem this way?
Chapter completed!