"Some regrets, aren't it? This kind of thought can only be retained in the family and cannot be accepted by the public." His wand pointed on the head of the witch.

The face of the Parkinson leader who was kneeling on the ground turned purple-red, and it only took two minutes to go from hatred, unwillingness, and then decadence and fear.

"What do you need me to do, Mr. Hepp?"

"Be good, stop jumping around, I promised Principal Dumbledore not to pursue the matter."

...

Nick Lemay said softly: "I just say that the Parkinsons have been very calm over the years, but they were very radical in the past." He asked curiously: "The families that have suddenly become depressed in recent years are all related to you?"

"Well, then I need to count it carefully." Felix said uncertainly.

They continued to move forward, a huge cloud kept surging, bringing out strands of hazy clouds and mist. The picture gradually became clear. It was the memory of Felix's duel at the beginning of the fifth grade.

In the corner of the Hogwarts Auditorium, after Dumbledore finished his welcome speech, the young Felix slowly put on his gloves, and there was no one on his seat on either side, which made him easily stand up and walk calmly to a blonde boy.

Felix slowly took off his gloves and said slowly: "Shafik, one of the Holy 28 Pure Blood Family, noble, glorious... Maybe it's just a piece of scum, and he'll just hide in the dark corners to attack. I guess, every inch of your blood vessels is flowing dirty blood. I want to know if it's true..." He threw the gloves on the face of the blonde boy.

The blonde boy had already had a stiff body and was sweating like rain. His white gloves stuck to his neck, and fell to the ground because his body kept trembling, stained with dust.

He stuttered, "Felix..."

"Okay, I said that, don't let me down." Felix stared at him and said sarcastically: "You are Shafik."

"I, I pick it up...I--" The blonde Shafik fell from his seat and fell limp.

"Felix Happ!" Snape strode from the professor's seat, and he growled: "What do you want to do?"

"Professor," Felix bowed slightly, "As you can see, I want to see if the blood of this family is red or black."

Snape's hands trembled with anger, and he whispered: "Stop your boring revenge game, Dumbledore has intervened, where you can't see it! Trust me, he will make the Shafik family pay the price."

"I want more," Felix said, with a strange light in his eyes: "Why do you still keep this decadent family upset?"

"Felix Happ," Snape suppressed his horror, and he saw another person's shadow in his young student's eyes, "I forbid you from doing this."

Felix played with his wand and said nothing.

Dumbledore came over and said in a deep voice: "Minerva, take Shafik away, the others-" He raised his voice, "led by the premier, return to the lounge."

...

On the memory corridor, Felix asked, "Do you have any insights, Nick? I think I'm too much?"

Nick did not respond to the unpleasant topic and continued to walk. He saw Felix walk out of school at the end of the fourth grade and knock the person who attacked him to the ground with all kinds of evil curses.

Even if one of the people's heads became twice as big as they were, it would be difficult to feel sympathy - because the spell was sent by himself.

The memories of the entire fourth grade are pale white, extremely monotonous. Felix can be seen practicing spells in various unmanned corners everywhere. Thousands of pictures together constitute the entire memory of this year.

In a dark cave in the Forbidden Forest, a dazzling green light illuminated the narrow, wet space, revealing a tightly tight face.

"The life-seeking curse..."

"Yes, it is said to be very useful. It took me a lot of effort to find it." Felix said in a relaxed tone.

Nick shook his head and disagreed with his words: "The unforgivable curse will corrupt the mind. Even Aurors must receive regular psychological counseling, not to mention that you were still a child at that time."

"The situation is special, I didn't think so much, and you missed it, one of my ghost friends stopped me."

"It's that lady, I remember you called her Helena?"

"The other one, the one covered in silver-white blood."

Nick Lemay insisted: "No matter what, you shouldn't learn black magic, especially at such a young age..."

"Oh, thanks for your concern."

The old man said with a stern face: "I can hear that this is a lie."

...

Nick Lemay stood in a bad mood in front of a huge black cloud. The black clouds emitted a deep black mist, like a giant beast with its teeth and claws. He seemed to hear the giant beast roaring, but everything was his illusion. This was the scene at the beginning of the fourth grade.

Dozens of owls hovered over the empty long dining table, only the young Felix sat with his back to them, the owl dropped red letters, which opened its mouth wide and said vicious words.

"Dirty mud breed! Slytherin's shame, don't let me see you, I will crush your bones one by one..."

"Have you ever heard the unforgivable curse? It's heart-wrenching, heart-wrenching!" Then came a harsh laugh.

"…curse your name, curse your blood!"

The sounds of dozens of roaring letters echoed in the auditorium and intertwined, which made it difficult to hear clearly. Only some bad words could be heard from just a few words.

The little wizards hid aside in a shrugged manner, the students of Slytherin watched coldly, and the people from the other three academies whispered, noisy and complicated.

"Bang!"

All the letters were blown to ashes, Felix stood up expressionlessly, and the crowd automatically separated a road.

"Oh, my goodness!" Professor McGonagall hurried over and said in a panic that the Slytherin table was already in chaos. She shouted angrily: "Evil, despicable, guy who only hides in the gutter! Totally despicable... shameless!"

"Are you okay, Happ?" she said carefully, putting her hand on Felix's shoulder, bounced away like an electric shock.

"I'm fine, professor." said the young Felix calmly, "better than ever."

In the corridor, Nick Lemay frowned deeply and spoke several times, wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything. Next was a long gray cloud, and the low clouds circled and danced. They seemed to have entered a deep sea, with black reefs connected to whirlpools, rolling up large areas of sea water and water mist.

Some words kept drilling into Nick Lemay's ears like worms.

"You want to do it? I just teach you the principles of being a human being. Wherever the slag is, it is slag, and mud planting is slag. Did I say something wrong? Let's listen, what I said wrong..."

"You're in a good time, and I'm asking me to say that in the morning you'll be used as material for practicing magic. I know a big man who has this habit."

"I have jars for house elfs at home, which are just the right size."

Nick Lemay kept speeding up and wanted to cross the road, but the road seemed particularly long. He turned around and Felix listened calmly, turning a blind eye to it.

"Felix, don't you care?"

"I'm actually quite lucky," Felix laughed. "The ones in the same grade as me can't beat me. The seniors can only watch the school rules. After all, the punishment at that time was quite severe..."

"But if I can't help but take the initiative to attack senior students, it's not within the scope of protection. I always have to allow others to protect themselves, right? So for a long time they kept chatting in my ears, very childish, and only talkatively, like nagging and gossiping flies - in fact, it has no effect on me."

Nick Lemay didn't speak, the black clouds on both sides were still tormenting his ears-

"You sent my brother to the hospital. My dear brother, I want to teach you a lesson... Unfortunately, Professor Snape warned me, it's a pity, who made me a fourth grade higher than you? You won't want to hit me, Little Niba Bun? Do you know which family I belong to?"

"What's your name?" This is Felix, who had just entered school, said vigilantly.

"Oh, I'm your predecessor, Chesterton, Chesterton Avery, remember this last name, I hope you can respectfully call me Avery predecessor, we'll be together for at least three years, if you haven't dropped out of school."

...

Nick Lemay strides forward, leaving all kinds of annoying voices behind, and Felix follows slowly, "Going slower, I suddenly find that it's not bad to find someone to share the past... To be honest, I'm tired of making up lies, but it's hard to find the right person."

The old man ignored Felix's nagging, and finally, he passed through the area, and a light golden sunlight appeared, and a huge joy wrapped around him.

The golden, light clouds floated like marshmallows, reflecting colorful light. Nick Lemay stared at the picture above:

A little boy with short black hair was sitting in the yard, quietly looking at a book. There were more than a dozen boys and girls in the yard, laughing and joking, and four and a half-year-old children were sweating around a simple basketball frame.

"Hey, little Felix, play with us!"

The short-haired boy raised the book on his hand, "Wait until I finish reading these two pages--" He suddenly raised his head and looked ahead with his eyes shiny, as if he was looking at Nick Lemay.

Felix slowly chased after him, "Your movements are really not slow, huh? This is..." He looked at the boy in the picture. The boy blinked with light blue eyes, showed a bright smile, and reached out to him.

Felix blinked and stretched out his hand, as if his hands were held together.

"Flipping!"

An owl landed on the boy's hand with a letter in his mouth.

It was a brown letter made of parchment, with the address written in dark green ink on one side, and a wax seal and a shield heraldry on the other side. The center of the heraldry was the capital letter "H" and surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

On the corridor—

"This is?"

"The day I received the Hogwarts admission letter."
Chapter completed!