The next day, it started raining heavily in Hogwarts. The rain drank the fog in the morning of the Forbidden Forest, but it made everything in sight gray.

Sniff shrank in the cradle bed covered with fine sponges and velvet cloth. Since he knew yesterday that he would stay in Hogwarts for a long time, it refused to enter the space inside the pocket watch. Instead, it took advantage of Felix's inattention and moved its bed out and then hid the silver pocket watch. Felix carried it back and sorted out its collection again, but did not find where the pocket watch was placed.

Of course, he didn't look for it seriously, so he couldn't keep circling it. It was impossible to go out before.

It was unknown when its collection enriched some silver forks, which should be Busbaton's tableware; the crystal ball emitting bright light, Felix looked left and right before recognizing that it was the one in Nick's former residence when he first saw it, but now it has become clean.

When Felix looked at Valen, he breathed carefully and wiped the surface of the crystal ball with his little hand to make the clouds and lightning brighter inside. In addition, there were some complicated new objects, probably collected by Felix while he was not paying attention. Constant temperature lockets, badger-shaped magic lamps, tinderboxes, gray hourglass, and gold necklaces. Felix knew that he used Jin Jialong to modify it. The reason was to see how dark the fairies in the Gringott were and how much sand they had mixed into the Glory. As a result... he suddenly wanted to rob the fairy clan.

He remembered reading a book about ancient fairies, which described in detail the extravagant life of the ten major fairies families. All the details were vivid, as if the wizard who wrote the book had read it in the fairy cave.

In his description, these fairy families are all comparable to Malfoy in the magic world.

It is hard to say who the wizard who wrote the book had a stronger malice towards. Anyway, Lucius Malfoy would definitely not want this metaphor to spread.

Quidditch's World Cup has ended for a week, and during this period, Lucius has not responded. Felix is ​​not in a hurry. These pure-blood families have to choose a good day to send invitations, let alone surrendering, and from then on, he will follow his lead?

In addition, the Ministry of Magic has never given up pursuing the escaped hooded wizard under public pressure, so this matter will probably be delayed for a while.

However, Felix only plans to wait until Christmas this year. If Lucius doesn't respond, he will come to collect the debt.

At the moment, Vulcan Valen aimed at a Wetrosnake ring that was placed on the workbench and also loved the memory stone basin that emitted silver light, but Felix taught it a lesson last night.

To summarize the content of the new lesson, it is its small pocket for favorite things. Others that are not so precious are placed in the office, which is also its home and treasure house.

From then on, it learned a truth that the cunning smell had three holes...

Also, you cannot steal other people's things, otherwise Felix will cast a spell to seal its small pocket and give the treasure to others in front of it. If you behave well, you will get an extra reward.

Under the years of legal education and coercion and inducement, Vulcan Varun raised three pink fingers and sweared to the sky in the name of his two younger brothers.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning shattered the gray sky, illuminating Felix's figure standing in front of the windowsill. Varen raised her head, twisted her body, climbed up Felix's shoulder, and watched the thick rain curtain outside with him.

They listened to the heavy rain sound, subtle, and were hit on their faces by the blown rain fog, cool.

Felix turned his head slightly, curled his lips and said, "Don't bring that necklace in the future, it's too ugly." Xixiu also turned his mouth away, and his shiny little eyes despised his aesthetic.

11:00 a.m.

At this time, the Hogwarts Express should have set off from Kings Cross Station, spraying out steam and heading towards the Scottish Highlands.

Felix appeared in the principal's office, and Professor McGonagall was sitting on the sofa with Dumbledore, discussing the reception work of four magic schools during the tournament.

"...Madam Maxim and the students live in a carriage and can be placed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Demstrong's people came by boat and arranged nearby in the Black Lake..." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, "But the other two schools are not easy to handle. Although Vagadu doesn't mind living in the Forbidden Forest, they can become small animals by themselves."

"Mileva," Dumbledore supported his forehead with his hands, "Ifamoni will use the door key to cross the continent, disguise himself as a tour group, and can arrange them on the side of the Quidditch Stadium. As for Vagado, they will have to come later..."

"Is it later than the scheduled time?" asked Professor McGonagall, "How many days later?"

"That's the problem," Dumbledore said, signaling Felix to find a place to sit down, and said with some trouble: "They plan to walk all the way."

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise, "Albus, what are you talking about? They are in Africa!"

"Yes, I know, I've been there a few times, and I especially hope to try the work of the Dream Messenger," Dumbledore said with a smile: "Tell the little wizards in the dream that you have been accepted and leave another notice."

"Dumbledore" Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly.

"Oh, by the way...whether are we talking about? The people of Vagado regard this path as a training. They have always had this tradition, but it is unprecedented from Africa to Britain."

Professor McGonagall's expression became serious, "Albus, this shows that they attach great importance to this competition. I can almost imagine what kind of training these children have experienced on the road. Compared with them, our students can't even recite the mantra well."

"Minerva, don't belittle yourself." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I always think that our students are not bad either. Is it, Felix?"

Felix raised his head and smiled, saying, "Albus, I just came back from Boothbaton. Their students already knew about the championship in advance and are using the summer vacation to conduct special training."

"Uh..." Dumbledore was silent, he looked at Professor McGonagall, and sure enough, she whispered loudly: "Look, Dumbledore! Other schools are preparing, where are we? Have a happy summer vacation, and the students don't even know that their Quidditch competition this year has been cancelled."

"Mileva..."

"...I've told you about this, but I can't find you at all, just a hand-off manager." Professor McGonagall's chest kept fluttering, and she was obviously furious. When she thought that the Hogwarts students would be hung up and beaten, she felt so heartbroken.

Felix, who was watching the fun, turned his head guiltily. When he thought of Lupin, he also handed over a mess to him.

‘Does Remus feel the same as Minerva?’

"Milleva," Dumbledore had to appease the vice-chancellor, "I have made arrangements and Felix came here today for this."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall showed a skeptical expression.

"Of course," Felix nodded, "I gave advice to the principal during the holidays and included some mantras into the scope that must be mastered. Albus said he would consider it again, and he should agree now?"

"It's not this." Dumbledore said helplessly.

"But I think this proposal is good," said McGonagall, looking at Felix. "I always think the little wizards are too lazy. Felix, we can discuss it and make sure it is done if we have time."

Dumbledore interrupted their conversation and said bluntly: "I'm going to let the duel club take on more functions, it will become a special elective course, the professors are not fixed, and you can take turns. And Felix, you have to take more time to train the Warriors."

"Why me?" Felix asked curiously.

"Your advantage is unique, those magical teaching aids..." Dumbledore blinked, "They are very helpful to the Warriors. Didn't you let me give me some advice? I think that memory stone basin is far from playing its due role. It has surpassed the meditation basin."

Felix thought about the principal's words, "You mean"

"I can provide a memory, seventeen years old." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "including my own fighting wisdom."

Felix was shocked. The memory of a wizard was the most precious asset. Many people were very secretive about it. Although he knew that Dumbledore would definitely eliminate irrelevant memories and even prevent others from peeping in advance, this trust came too suddenly.

Seeing Felix staring at him blankly, Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Is it that in your eyes that I am an old antique that is not as good as ever, and I still live in the last century?"

Felix returned to his calm, "Just a little surprised, Principal Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall was very interested in the content of their conversation. After knowing the role of the mind stone basin, she immediately decided to join in, "We can also find other professors."

"No, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head firmly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't bother other professors, we cannot force them to make decisions, not even mention them."

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, but Dumbledore's attitude was very firm and she did not object. "Okay, I'll go and set up the auditorium with Philius," she said, and walked out of the office.

"Principal, what led to this decision? To be honest, I was shocked just now." Felix joked when there were only two left in the principal's office.

"Because Dumbledore received a letter from..." The branch hat on the partition suddenly cracked a gap and said loudly.

But Dumbledore turned his solemn eyes to it, and immediately shut his mouth and turned to hum the song of the branch hat that he had prepared this year.

"The brave Gryffindor, from the deserted swamp,

The beautiful Ravenclaw, from the quiet riverside,

The kind Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The smart Slytherin comes from that quagmire.

They share a dream, a wish; a dream, a wish... They share a dream, a wish..."

The lyrics of the school hat seem to have not been made up yet, or the final drill is being conducted, repeating the last sentence constantly, but the song is really unpleasant. Felix listened to it for seven years when he was in school, and two more years after graduation. He is a little bored. It would be great if it could shut up and let it study it.
Chapter completed!