Felix spent the night directly at 'Future World'. Early the next morning, he went to a small and shabby store on the south side of Diagon Alley, the gold paint on the sign is peeling off, but the store is a big name in Diagon Alley because its name is Ollivander.
As the tagline on the sign reads - Makers of Fine Wands since three hundred and eighty-two B.C. - the long history of excellent and consistent quality has led most British wizards to buy their wands here at Ollivander's, and it must be mentioned that this is also the only wand store that has established a partnership with Hogwarts, and all new students who will attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will receive a discount when they purchase their wands here.
For many people, the first wand is often a lifelong partner. This makes the owner of the wand store - Mr. Ollivander - have a high status in the wizarding world and garner special respect no matter where he goes.
Today, the owner of the wand store hosted Felix.
"Thirteen inches, ebony wood, with dragon heartstring, a very aggressive combination - of course, I'm referring to the character of the wand - suitable for all types of offensive magic and transfiguration. Pretty much the most well-rounded class of wands out there, that was the masterpiece of my youth, and I've been looking forward to someone buying it for a long time."
Mr. Ollivander's light-colored eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.
"As it turns out, I was not wrong in my vision, and the wand's owner shined grandly." He said, "What would you like to buy, a wand maintenance kit? Containing delicate velvet cloth and beeswax, it's guaranteed to impress your wand-"
He looked at Felix, guessing where Felix had hidden his wand.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Ollivander, the wand is ruined." Felix said.
" Ruined?" Mr. Ollivander repeated, his large light-colored eyes blinking incredulously, "Do you mean broken, if it's just a minor problem, you can bring it to me to fix-"
"No, no," said Felix, "it is completely ruined, not a scrap of it can be found."
The old man went quiet and seemed to blend in with the dimly lit store, only his near-colourless pupils flickered.
"Is that so," he said softly, "I hope it did its duty."
"What?" Felix asked in surprise.
"I read the paper, Mr. Hap--the last task in the tournament of champions." Mr. Ollivander suppressed his voice and said, "You fought the You-Know-Who, no? The wand was destroyed at that time?"
"Yes, at the last moment." Felix said.
Mr. Ollivander became more excited, "It is true, I have been hoping to undo my mistake, it all seems like yesterday ... He Who Must Not Be Named, came over to purchase a wand alone, I received him and was pleasantly surprised by his wand choice, yew wood with phoenix feather core, very potent! ... I praised him highly."
"He must have been overjoyed." Felix said with an expressionless face, as if he is looking at a liar, "You said something similar to me back then, and just said it again."
"Ahem! You're not like him, I see nothing but pure fondness and a desire for magic in your eyes! I can see that ... but He Who Must Not Be Named is different, he tried his best not to show too much excitement when I told him he was born extraordinary," Ollivander gave a sly look, "I do say these things to many people, like a good Wish, and customers will be happy to hear it ... Moreover, I'm not really lying, wands choose wizards, wands assist wizards, and no one can determine one's future achievements."
"Not to mention that he did end up achieving great things, although it was in a bad way."
He lapsed into memory and snapped back a moment later, "Okay - Mr. Hap, so the purpose of your trip is?"
"To purchase a new wand."
"Ah, a new wand! Of course, it is." The old man said matter-of-factly, turning towards the shelves, "It may take quite a while though, adult wizards always have more trouble in selecting their wands, and there are more factors to consider."
"Mr. Ollivander-" Felix tried to interrupt him.
"... You should know Sirius Black? He tried a whole wall of stock ..."
"Wait, Mr. Ollivander. I would like to obtain an Elder Wand if I can." Felix said hurriedly.
Mr. Ollivander turned around with a peculiar gleam in his eye.
"An Elder Wand?" He whispered, as if he was both asking a question, and talking to himself.
"That's right, I wish to create an exclusive wand according to the standards of the ancient times, with me personally providing the wand core needed to make it," Felix said. He preferred to obtain a wand that perfectly matched his own than to chase after a vain legend.
"-What a surprise." Mr. Ollivander said hesitantly, "I rarely take on this kind of work, custom wands - always less stable and time-consuming."
"But you can certainly do it. When this need surfaced in my head, this was the first place I thought of." Felix said slowly, "You know what I mean, a legacy of over two thousand years, a combination of a genius brain and a lineage of wand ..."
"You've come to the right person, son." Mr. Ollivander said happily, "In the line of wand makers, the Ollivander family is the best in England!" He said, and then added in a whisper, "And probably the best in Europe."
"So, you agree?" Felix asked.
"I'm willing to try-" Mr. Ollivander said briskly, "It would be an honour to help a First Class Order of Merlin recipient, Mr. Hap." He bowed slightly and pointed to the scattered desk as he straightened up, where a daily prophet's paper is pressed under a thick book.
Felix pulled the paper out from under the book, and on it is a picture from yesterday's award ceremony. There are five people in the picture, Felix and Ms. Bones standing on either side, smiling faintly. The three people in the middle - Harry kept stroking his hair, trying to make it smooth out a little; Ron had a serious expression, but the next second he turned his back and secretly kissed the medal, and Hermione smiled brightly, rubbing her fingers over and over the pattern of the medal.
The headline of the newspaper article is "The Champions Who Thwarted the Dark Lord".
"Do you have any suggestions for the wand core material?" Mr. Ollivander asked.
"Of course I do." Felix looked up from the paper as one of his hairs began to grow rapidly, a dozen inches long, before breaking off at the root and floating toward the surprised old man.
"Huh?"
Mr. Ollivander caught the hair, and with his other hand, he took out a pair of glasses from the box and lowered his head to examine it carefully, "Wonderful ... super-strong magical substance, it's just amazing ... taking the liberty to ask, do you have humanoid creatures in your ancestral bloodline?"
"I don't think so." Felix said with a black face.
Mr. Ollivander smacked his lips, obviously somewhat unconvinced. "It's really no big deal, even though such a union goes against worldly notions, the offspring born can sometimes be enviously gifted, such as the professor of Hogwarts' charms class, you should know him ... and the little Beauxbatons girl I met last year, with Veela Blood ... Of course, I guess the Headmistress of Beauxbatons also ..." He closed his mouth, and his expression became serious, as he gazed down at Felix's hair.
"What's wrong?" Felix asked.
Mr. Ollivander looked up in surprise after a long time, "I see no trace of foreign origin, which means that even if your ancestors had a mixed blood, it was a dozen generations ago and can be completely ignored ..." he placed the hair carefully in a brown box. "I'm going to still use ebony and keep the measurements the same, as close as possible to your first wand - what do you think?"
"No problem." Felix said with satisfaction. At the moment, the wand could not be completely left behind, because he could not fully cast away the modern magic spell system yet, not to mention, that he felt that this system also had a lot of merits.
At that moment, a jingling bell came from the door behind.
Someone came in - long light yellow hair, pale sharp face, cold gray eyes, it is Lucius Malfoy.
Without moving, Mr. Ollivander closed the box containing Felix's hair and slipped it smoothly into the cupboard.
"Welcome, Mr. Malfoy." He said politely.
Lucius froze for a few seconds, his light-colored eyes bulged slightly, showing his surprise, and then he propped himself up with his cane, his expression reverting to cold - at the same time, the astral ray in Felix's eyes slowly converged.
Prophecy Orb ...
Felix recalled the information Lucius had revealed in the thinking room, and in addition to complaining about his gut-wrenching days, he incidentally revealed an important piece of information. Taking advantage of the disturbance in the Ministry of Magic yesterday, an Unspeakable under an Imperius Curse entered the Hall of Prophecy of the Department of Mysteries and tried to get a prophetic orb about Voldemort's fate, but got injured by a protection spell.
Broderick Bode, Felix had heard the name.
It was still a month ago, he had met Bode in the Hall of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries. At that time, in order to avoid being interrupted while studying the time energy, Felix had to regretfully knock him out. This man became unlucky twice in a row, Felix felt he also shared responsibility, so he planned to send an amulet anonymously ...
Well, a little token of appreciation.
...
"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Hap." Lucius said politely and rustily, before turning to look at Mr. Ollivander afterward, "I came over here today to purchase a new wand, as my original wand was, unfortunately, destroyed due to an accident."
Mr. Ollivander looked at Felix and Lucius with an odd expression. It is quite rare to come across two cases of wand destruction in one day.
"Then I'll take my leave, Mr. Ollivander," Felix said, turning around slowly with a twitch in his heart.
"Oh, by the way--" he said in a provocative tone: "I heard that the dark lord who is hiding also lost his wand and had to snatch it from his servant-- - "Mr. Ollivander immediately looked at Lucius, Lucius's pale face turned red.
"Nonsense--"
"-- but this kind of practice can only be considered as a temporary means, Mr. Ollivander, so be careful, as his men will kidnap you away." Felix finished and walked towards the door.
He said this in order to remind Mr. Ollivander to be safe, and from the old man's silent action of picking up his own wand, his purpose was achieved.
As for Lucius, there is no need for Felix to worry - on the contrary, when he goes back to find the opportunity to report this to Voldemort, Voldemort will take it for granted. And Felix also took the opportunity to show the conflict between the two, so Lucius' undercover identity will also be hidden more deeply.
Felix pulled open the door--
"Wait, Mr. Hap." Mr. Ollivander suddenly called out. Felix looked back at him, puzzled. Meanwhile, Lucius is standing in the corner in silence, looking annoyed.
Outstanding acting skills.
"It's like this ... can I ask you a question?" After receiving an affirmative response, Mr. Ollivander asked, "Why did you call the wand you wanted like that?"
The Elder Wand?
"Isn't it fun to name your new wand after something from a fairy tale?" Felix replied with a smile.
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The stores in Diagon Alley are doing a lot less business than usual.
"That's normal if you have a row of pictures of Death Eaters posted in front of your store as well ..." said Madam Malkin, as she measured the measurements of Felix's body.
Felix enjoyed the cordial service in the robe shop.
He glanced at the wanted notices in the window, as well as the various large purple announcements, and thought her words made sense. The street outside the window is filled with passer-by walking in a hurry, all in groups with a clear purpose, heading straight for where they are going. They never linger after making their purchases, as they quickly left through the public fireplace.
After exiting the store, he walked into Sword Castle with a vanilla ice cream purchased from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and stayed there throughout the day.
"The principle of the Thief's Downfall is complex, the key point is the mixture of seventeen alchemical materials and multiple magical spells, some obscure places may need unique magic of goblins, I checked it, the Thief's Downfall technology appeared just at the time of the honeymoon period after the wizard and goblin war, right?"
"You are absolutely right, Mr. Hap." A Ministry of Magic employee who was sent over said, "The goblins are so nasty that they left a hand in the knowledge!" The short, fat wizard gasped.
"But you guys never noticed it all along, either." Fred in the crowd murmured to George.
The rest of the day was spent on dividing up the work and responsibilities. Clammy was right, the R&D Wizards in the company are indeed very efficient. Several of the ministry's employees present marvelled as they found all their materials about Thief's Downfall rapidly understood and digested by Felix, it was as if the person in front of them is not a single individual, but a humanoid creature with dozens of heads.
By the end of the day, Future World's researchers had caught up with the Ministry of Magic's previous progress and had successfully recovered the ratios of the three alchemical materials.
"I'll be staying at the old mansion for the night today." Felix said to Fred and George, they are now in a room on the highest floor of the Sword Castle, the interior is plainly decorated, like a vacant office, but it has a fireplace connected to the old Black mansion.
If the two people, Tonks and Sirius, linked the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix together, then Remus Lupin linked the 'Future World' company with the Order of the Phoenix to use it with Felix. Well, sometime, Fred, George, and Penelope will also use this fireplace.
It took a while for Percy to arrive, as he arrived half an hour later than expected.
"Ms. Bones is using you too hard." Penelope said unhappily.
"The ministry is seriously understaffed," Percy said cheerfully, "and it's just the right time for me to make my mark." He hastily rolled up a few papers and stuffed them into the large pocket of his shirt. Then he crossed the fireplace just in time to catch a warm meal.
Mrs. Weasley received Penelope warmly.
"We got back so late yesterday that not only Harry's birthday party had to be cancelled, but I didn't get many opportunities to talk to you."
"Mum, there's plenty of time for that later." Percy muttered.
"But the first few times are the most important." Mrs. Weasley said with a stern face.
At the dinner table, Bill is talking about his new job.
" At the beginning, I really didn't get used to it, all the works are involved inside the office, it's far worse than what I was doing before, the good thing is that I have a lot of extra time to work for the Order of the Phoenix ... and I'm partnered with a bunch of old gentlemen who are living at a frighteningly slow pace." He mimicked his colleague, handing the bottle of ketchup to Harry in the next seat, moving a dozen times slower.
Everyone around the table burst out laughing. Harry inadvertently met Ginny's eyes, and Ginny's wide smile immediately tightened, and her movements with the knife and fork became graceful. "That's right, Ginny's doing the best imitation." Bill said loudly in praise.
Hermione snickered.
"What's wrong?" Ron looked at her with confusion.
"Nothing." Hermione said immediately, and she turned to look at Harry, whose face flushed brightly with a rush of heat.
Dinner consisted of stew, sugared fruit punch, and vegetable soup, and Felix hurriedly put down his utensils before Mrs. Weasley could serve him more soup, so Mrs. Weasley turned her attention to Penelope.
"Is the meal not to your liking, dear?"
"Oh, no." Penelope said, only to find her soup bowl instantly filled up.
Sirius arrived late and joined only when everyone was almost done eating and was chatting with each other. He sat down in the vacated seat and took a big bite of the remaining food.
"Only one-third process of interrogation completed -" he drank the bowl of vegetable soup in one gulp, "Thanks, Molly, fill it up - everyone falsely claimed they were under the influence of the Imperius Curse, but Amelia didn't intend to let them go easily, especially Macnair and Rookwood who both sentenced for some previous crimes."
Felix is well aware that the former is being considered as the mastermind of the Quidditch World Cup riot, and the latter is a nailed-on Death Eater who has been in Azkaban for over a decade and has only been out of prison for a few days. Ms. Bones would be damned if she would release them.
Sirius swallowed a fried pie in three bites and sighed comfortably as his movements slowed down.
Ron stared at him with unblinking eyes, as if he is watching an interesting TV show.
"By the way, Sirius," Felix inquired, "I heard an Unspeakable was injured?"
"There is such a thing?" Sirius looked up from his soup bowl.
"The one with the name Bode." Felix reminded him.
"Bode," Sirius pondered and said slowly, "kind of rings a bell ... seems to have had a research accident and was sent to St. Mungo's for treatment. I was too busy yesterday to pay attention to such a trivial matter. What happened to him?" He asked sensitively.
"We'll talk about it at the meeting." Felix replied briefly.
Sirius showed a thoughtful expression, his sense had become much sharper after spending a month around Amelia Bones, so he immediately realized that this incident might not be a coincidence. Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the side also showed an intrigued expression.
" That name sounds familiar." Ron muttered.
"We met him at the Quidditch World Cup camp." Hermione whispered, "He works for the Department of Mysteries?"
Harry remembered too.
"Wait." He made the connection to Voldemort almost instantly, and he looked over at Mr. Weasley, "You told us that the work of the Department of Mysteries is all top secret."
"This-"
Mr. Weasley's expression looked stagnated, and Harry racked his brain hard.
"It means that Voldemort wants something in there! Or information about something! And Bode is either an undercover Death Eater or under a curse!"
"Boys-" Mr. Weasley hesitated.
"It's okay, Arthur." Sirius said, "Let's see what they can analyse, I can bring it to Amelia - I mean, even if we stop them, they'll be discussing it in private secretly, so we might as well listen and maybe get some useful inspiration."
Harry glanced gratefully at his godfather. "Uh." He suddenly got stuck.
"What exactly is Bode's job?" Hermione asked. Sirius frowned, "I don't quite--"
"What Hall does he work for? The Time Room, the Hall of Prophecy, Brain Room, Space Chamber, or the Death Chamber?" Hermione asked again, and Sirius almost bit his tongue.
"How do you know that?!"
It is Hermione's turn to get stuck, she stole a glance at Felix. "I - oh - I guess, it's from a certain book?"
"Information about the Department of Mysteries is never leaked." Mr. Weasley said seriously.
"She would have seen it in Nicolas Flamel's material." Felix explained, "I gave it to her before the end of the school year, and since there are so many materials, I didn't read every one of them, so Nicolas might have casually mentioned it in one of his notes."
Professors can be so deceitful ...
Hermione blinked and put on a "that's it" look.
Sirius and Mr. Weasley understood it.
"Nicolas Flamel ... No wonder, that makes sense." Mr. Weasley said. It is no secret that Felix inherited Nicolas Flamel's entire legacy since the Beauxbatons' students spent a whole year at Hogwarts last year.
At some point, it was even reported at length in the newspapers.
"I've heard Fleur mention," Bill suddenly said, "that you're still a school board member at Beauxbatons."
"Fleur?" Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Weasley twins shouted at the same time.
"What's happened?" Mrs. Weasley asked, "Am I mistaken, isn't she one of Beauxbatons' Champion? A French girl?"
"She's become my new colleague, just joined two days ago. I promised to help her with her English ... you know how boring office work can be." Bill shrugged and said, "I wish the war would end sooner."
"That's not up to us," Ron muttered, "It's not like the You-Know-Who will admit defeat ... By the way, Harry, what did Headmaster Dumbledore want to see you this morning for?"
"Dumbledore came by during the day?" Felix asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah, but he didn't say a few words before he took Harry and disappeared for the whole day. In fact, Harry just returned not long before you guys did." Ron said.
Several of the adults looked at Harry.
"Can you tell?" Mr. Weasley asked measuredly, "If Headmaster Dumbledore told you to keep it a secret, then don't tell anyone."
"Uh, I'm not sure." Harry said with a blank expression, "I don't think we did anything special, Headmaster Dumbledore took me to an old friend's house for a cup of afternoon tea and a bellyful of pineapple preserves. And Headmaster Dumbledore persuaded his old friend to move to a safer place ..."
"Who did you visit? Do you remember his name?" Felix asked.
"Horace Slughorn." Harry said after a moment's thought.
"Professor Slughorn?" Mr. Weasley shouted, watching the others' reactions as he explained, "He used to teach us, Molly and me. He's a brilliant Potions master, and I guess that's why we can't let him fall to the other side?"
After dinner, the adults went to their rooms for a meeting, while the children sat in the living room in discontent. "At least I have you guys with me." Penelope said while scratching Crookshanks chin, the cat comfortably lying on her lap.
...
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, in an old building. Large bushes of flowers were overgrown with thorns from lack of tending, casting messy and twisted black shadows in the background, and the surrounding area is deserted and remote.
A bug did not learn from its companions as it flew straight into the old castle to look for food. It crawled through the ancient, mottled walls and climbed up the beams of the house, and peered with its compound eyes at the solemn, oppressive crowd below in the dim light.
"Sizzle~"
The bug was burned to ashes by a sudden rush of energy.
Severus Snape is attending a meeting of Death Eaters here.
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