The next day in the ancient rune class, Felix was surprised to see the trio distracted and absent-minded, so he wondered if he was putting too much pressure on them, and at the end of class, he deliberately said a few words of comfort.
In the evening, he received a letter from an owl.
He opened the letter, on which a faint scent of men's perfume still lingered, and it was from the head of the British Ministry of Magic's Werewolf Registry -
''Hello, Mr. Hap.
As of the end of the tenth month of this year (the beginning of November), the number of werewolves in Britain registered in the Werewolf Registry has increased by 20% compared to last year, and the whole ministry is excited! Thanks to the outstanding contribution of Mr. Belby and Professor Snape, I dare to guarantee that the werewolves in Britain will be effectively controlled within ten years at the latest, and I will submit a report to Wizengamot to apply for an Order of Merlin to Professor Snape at that time ...
Regarding the unrest at the Quidditch World Cup - the Ministry of Magic's definition for that aggression is unrest, most of those masked wizards are from pureblood families and what they are doing is simply a disgrace to all of us. But I can assure you that my family and I would never be like those people.
Two of the masked wizards, sentenced to three to six months imprisonment in Azkaban, each acknowledged being the masterminds of the incident - with one initiating a parade through the camp after a bout of drunkenness, and one waking up poor Muggle Robert's family by less gentle means... ...
...
The other participants got fined significant sums of money, but due to some political Obstruction, their names got hidden, and I know no more than you can obtain from the newspapers, just the names of the two masterminds - Amycus Carrow and Walden Macnair.'
Felix calmly closed the letter.
Over the next two days, owls flew in from all over the world, first from Britain itself, then from France, Europe, and finally from other continents.
Felix opened a second letter, this one from St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where Felix had previously spent some time training a group of healers, including this young healer -
'Greetings, Dear Mr. Hap!
This is the fifth correspondence between us, and I thank you for not laughing at my silly questions and generously answering them.
Several patients with memory damage, who were judged to be incurable, have mostly regained their sanity and now can live independently. Five of them have been brought back by their families to recuperate and only needed to come once a week. The other two, who were critically ill, still need to be kept in the hospital for observation. Please forgive us for our limited ability and the inability to ever reach the level of recovery of the Longbottoms.
Regarding the matter you inquired about - the matter is true. Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr. suffered severe penetrating traumas, but both families have kept it a secret, and they have used their connections to hire an old retired healer to treat them. What they don't know is that this healer incidentally is my uncle, the relationship which I do not want to acknowledge in front of others - my uncle was originally very skilled, but he is an alcoholic, one time when mixing potions by mistake he mistook mandrake for ginger root, you just can't imagine what happened to the lady who came to treat scabies on her face that day! ... Anyway, he left the hospital in disgrace because of this incident, along with the scratch marks on his neck from the patient who experienced a sudden panic attack.
I have enclosed a copy of the diagnosis I got from my uncle in exchange for two pints of pure malt whiskey! That old horse trough!
Again, I wish you a good life and smooth progress in your work.
Also, I became good friends with your portrait in the hospital, and I asked one of my artist patients to paint a candy house on it, which he liked very much!
Plus, I have collected your newspaper clippings from the Quidditch World Cup, and they are on my desk.'
The third letter came from the Ministry of Magic, unsigned, just a long list of three dozen names, which Felix opened and looked over carefully, as he memorized the names with a mocking smile on his face.
The fourth letter is a reply from Damocles Belby, his handwriting is rather scribbled, and the envelope still smells of potions -
'Felix.
If you hadn't reminded me, I might have overlooked the problem of Wolfsbane Potion, forgive me I've been focusing on other potions recently ...
After your reminder, I purposely went to the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers to inquire about it, the current sales of wolfsbane potions authorized by the Ministry of Magic are stable, and the Ministry of Magic has recruited a group of werewolves to work, all of them are some dirty work, but it is certainly better than their past work... There are still a considerable number of stubborn werewolves living in the wilderness, no one knows the exact location of these werewolves, even the werewolves are not sure of their own location, they may be in England today and will be in France tomorrow ...
I learned that other European countries have approached the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, hoping to connect them and convince the British Ministry of Magic to share the recipe of the wolfsbane potion, especially the improved version made by Severus and me. Fudge has been occupied with this matter all this time, and he can't be seen throughout the day - all this was told to me by the vice leader of the Potioneers' Society, presently these are unknown to the public.
There is one more thing worth sharing.
I met my old head, Professor Slughorn while visiting the vice leader of the society. He still enjoys life so well that I politely advised him to eat less candy and sweets, but he told me it was the greatest pleasure of his life.'
The fifth letter came from Maxwell Cowpert an Auror from France.
He and Felix had crossed paths during the previous summer when there was a bit of a misunderstanding, but the two got on good terms after the misunderstanding was cleared up.
'Dear Felix Hap.
I'm glad you wrote to me.
If you want to know about law and order on this side of France, as a front-line Auror; All I can say is those same old stories about... those shady corners, I can't figure out why you are interested in these, are you going to write a book?
To be honest, I didn't take your first few muggle books seriously when the Ministry distributed them, as I just casually stuffed them into my locker. Which I just recently discovered when I was cleaning up a bag of pet food that had rotted inside. Incidentally, I discovered your book, which also solved one of my confusions. The next day, when my nephew reported a suspicious person to me at the Muggle University in France, I thought it was related to you and mistook a certain dark wizard for you. ...
Back to the topic. The werewolves in France are fairly peaceful and have no plans to migrate - which I rather look forward to. Of course, not necessarily to the UK, the south or north is good too (don't publish the contents of this letter, or it will get me in trouble). I told my informant to wait and see until they do something suspicious, so I can close the net once and for all, and maybe when we meet again, I will be the head of Auror's office.
Also, my nephew, Calamy, chose to become an Auror. Now he is currently learning the ropes under me, and he was peeking over as I wrote this letter and got kicked out.
Finally, a cool picture from the Quidditch World Cup."
The fifth letter came from the head of the Department of Muggle Affairs under the Swiss Ministry of Magic -
"Felix, it is good to hear from you, your last suggestion was very constructive, and I submitted it with slight modifications. It's working well so far, and I'm wondering what else you have in your head ...
I saw the photo published in the Daily Prophet newspaper and couldn't believe that such a vicious incident had happened at the World Cup, something that would have never happened if it had been left to us.
Regarding your question, I learned from my colleague that that tribe of giants is still peacefully secluded in the deep mountains, with no signs of moving out. Of course, I can't be 100% sure - if observers get too close, the giants will come dashing towards them while throwing rocks.
I've attached the location of the giant tribe, be careful if you plan to explore the mountains.'
While Felix was having breakfast on Friday morning, he received his sixth letter. It came from Lucius Malfoy, and this letter was most brief, without a beginning or an end, with only a time and a place.
'Meet at the top of the tallest mountain outside Hogwarts on Friday, November 4, at eleven o'clock in the evening.'
He casually erased the writing on it and spread a layer of jam on his bread, he still had a day of classes to attend today.
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By late evening.
Felix walked out of the great hall after dinner and got blocked by Cedric and Roger Davies, who are waiting in the hallway.
"Weather magic? That's a very rare and unusual branch of magic." Felix looked at Cedric with some surprise.
"I think it's very suitable for the first task." Cedric said with a level-headed view, "When you can't defeat your opponent, you can try to use tactics such as hiding and shielding vision, etc. in a roundabout way. I looked up some spells in the library over the past two days, Smokescreen Spell, it can create a cloud of smoke out of thin air, thus I don't have to use a combination of the Water-Making Spell and Exploding Charm."
"You are trying to develop deeper in this area?" Felix thought about it seriously and finally asked him slowly, "It's not impossible, but the fog will be restrained by the dragon's flames, have you thought about that?"
"Professor Flitwick gave me some advice, he said one of the necessary spells for dragon keepers is Extinguishing Spells, which can be used to extinguish the magical flame of dragons..."
Felix nodded and said approvingly, "That's true, but it takes a lot of practice."
"That's right, that spell is so difficult that we're not sure if we'll be able to reach the level of those dragon keepers before the tournament. So there has to be a backup plan, and we've learned enough about dragons in Classroom 7 over the past few days to know the characteristics of each one. Collins came up with an idea-"
"Why she didn't come here?"
"Oh, uh, she confiscated a batch of offending badges and has been filling out forms ..."
Felix nodded, "Go on, what is her idea?"
"Professor Sprout's eighth greenhouse inspired her. As you know, there are seven greenhouses in the school, not counting the virtual greenhouse in classroom seven, which is the eighth ..." Cedric explained, "Professor Sprout's memory replicates all kinds of rare plants, but the rarer they are, they tend to be more ... quirky."
He said with carefully chosen words. He along with Roger and Collins had tried it and ended up learning a harsh lesson from various magical plants. Devil's Snare, Whomping Willow, Blackthorn, Boom Berry, Mimbulus mimbletonia ... and much more stuff that they barely recognized.
In the end, it was Sprout's memory body that came out to free them, and Roger Davies was swallowed by a giant Umbrella Flower, with only two legs visible, and despite knowing that there was no life-threatening danger, they still felt their hearts palpitating.
This led Cedric to be somewhat afraid of his smiling and jovial head for days afterward.
But it was because that incident was so memorable that they subconsciously thought about it when they were learning about dragons and thinking about coping strategies.
"Professor Sprout was somewhat reluctant," Cedric said, "Nevertheless she gave us some precious blackthorn seeds."
He looked to Roger Davies next to him, "Roger has learned the Herbivicus Charm and has a good potion to blend, so according to Professor Sprout's method, we can get a batch of blackthorn that can grow fast."
"The only drawback is that this approach cannot be used as a regular tactic against the enemy. Because the seeds of blackthorn are very precious, furthermore, using potions and Herbivicus Charm will destroy the structure of the seeds and will make them wither quickly."
Felix thought for a while in his mind, isn't it the same as his little assistant's beaded pouch? She also has a couple of devil's snares in her pouch, which she probably neglected now. It worked similarly to the method Cedric had proposed, except the devil's snare was processed with a rune.
Felix pondered silently as he looked at the two a while later.
"Originally, I was planning to keep this part for the weekend - I will be explaining the mutual restraint and cooperation between the spells, then test the spells you are good at, combine your respective characteristics to develop a strategy, and finally take advantage of the seventh classroom to make you practice over and over again ... but since you already have your own ideas. " Felix drew out a parchment, with a quick swish he wrote down the names of several books and a string of spells.
"This contains some information on weather magic, you can read it first." He immediately frowned and put away the outstretched slip of paper, " I thought of a point, if there is anyone that is the best at weather magic, besides the tent merchant, it would be Mr. Scamander."
"Mr. Scamander?" Cedric and Roger Davies sized him up curiously.
"Ah, yes." Felix gave a reminiscent look, "He and his wife lived in reclusion in Dorset, I visited them once during the holidays, and that's how I got my Niffler. They had a huge basement that had been expanded with an undetectable extension charm that housed magical creatures from all over the world that needed some care."
Cedric and Roger Davies blinked and seemed to think of something.
"You should know that different magical creature have different environments suitable for their survival, and for this reason, Newt has divided different areas, each with very different terrain and weather, with volcanoes, pools of water, thunderclouds, and dense forests ... Although not very big, it is very comprehensive. "
"We completely overlooked that!" Cedric shouted, glancing at Roger Davies, and both had an urge to run to classroom seven right now.
When they left excitedly, Felix's thought revolved, he hadn't bothered much about them in the past two days, and he never expected the young wizards to be quite active. Are those three doing the same?
Secretly training for it too?
He smacked his lips, students with motivation were easy to guide, now he is looking forward to tomorrow.
Tonight, however, he had an important meeting.
In the dark night.
The November night has been cold, especially at the top of the open mountain, where the wind whistles and the trees flutter.
Felix sat on a bare boulder, mentally calculating the time for the full moon, and before he knew it, the time reached eleven o'clock.
"Snort!"
A figure suddenly appeared, wearing a hood and a valuable fur cloak.
Felix shot a glance at the stranger, "Lucius, you have a beautiful walking cane."
Lucius lowered his hood, his pale blond hair looked like silvery gray at night, he exhaled a cold breath, and as he met Felix's eyes, he shivered coldly and let out a muffled grunt.
"Legilimency?" He said, in annoyance.
"Relax, I'm not usually this rough, but considering you seek to work with me, I always have to try what you are capable of first ... it's the basis of all cooperation."
Lucius frowned.
He realized that something is wrong. Before this, no, before the Quidditch World Cup to be exact, his attitude towards Felix had been anything but close. There had been no connections between them before Sirius' brother Regulus Black's funeral, where he had represented several pureblood families in an attempt to bring this dazzling new star into their group.
Unfortunately, that attempt was fruitless.
But then Felix vaguely expressed an attitude of cooperation, and the style of speech at that funeral seemed very familiar to him. In his imagination, Felix was ready to enter politics and join the Ministry of Magic. Of course, he would not regard any ordinary position, so it could only be Fudge's position.
If he wanted to become the Minister of Magic, he would necessarily be inseparable from the support of some families. And Malfoy can sway the attitudes of a large group of people.
But this is not the only possibility. Because at some point, Felix's influence had become very far-reaching, Lucius stared at Felix with his calculating gaze, he vaguely felt that Felix is imitating a man.
Dumbledore!
The same academic achievements, the same superior strength, the same preference for Muggles, and even - they both became professors at Hogwarts.
The only difference is that Felix also runs a company, which is managed by a werewolf.
How could Lucius possibly be unaware of who Lupin was? The first-generation member of the Order of the Phoenix, Felix appointed Dumbledore's men, what does this mean?
He carefully chewed the implications of Felix's words, a thin layer of sweat warmed up against the cold wind, he thought left and right for a while before speaking tactfully: "I think you stated the opposite, Mr. Hap? It was you who sought to cooperate with the Malfoys-"
"Well," Felix said softly, "it seems you don't realize how dangerous your situation is, not a bad act at the Quidditch World Cup, as much as I'd like to give you a hex ... I would remind you of that diary. "
Lucius Malfoy's face turned white with dread.
"Mr. Hap, I don't understand what you mean."
"There are some things I will not divulge; after all, your son is involved - a student of mine as well - and in that aspect, we share the same will." Felix said, "But I need you to be clear on where the danger lies, to avoid being caught unaware when you are purged later on."
"The Chamber of Secrets has nothing to do with the Malfoys, and even less to do with Draco." Lucius said through clenched teeth, "Besides, that man is dead!"
Felix gave him a deep look, " So be it, but that doesn't stop you from taking your time to mull it over when you're alone and have nothing to do. So, let me tell you a story about a clever little wizard who, well, happens to have the same hair as you ..."
"... And he outwitted a relic of a Dark Lord - the diary that held his precious memories." Felix didn't mention the Horcrux, but Lucius' face is bloodless at this point. "And I, as a professor in the school, recognized this dark magic item and destroyed it without hesitation, thus protecting the entire student population, especially those of muggle origin."
"A glorious accomplishment, won't you agree, Lucius?"
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