"It has nothing to do with you," Marfalda said, terribly.

"Yes," said Harry indignantly, "what are you going to make up a story? Harry Potter's Secret Legion? Or Hermione Granger is ambitious to recruit a large army of house elves and be determined to overthrow the Ministry of Magic?"

"Sounds good," said Mafalda, who quickly completed the registration form, "By the way, your dress is so ugly, like two mummies..."

"Don't worry," Ron said angrily. "I warn you, don't point fingers at us, and don't arrange Harry anymore, otherwise I will deduct points for you. I will do what I say! Don't think you are my relative, I will give in to you-"

Hermione pulled La Ron's clothes, and Ron stopped uneasy and said unyieldingly: "I'm for her good, she's doing it too much..."

At this time, a sarcastic voice inserted, "It seems that this surname does not give you much favor, right? It's simply a waste of effort."

"What do you want to say?" Mafalda clenched her fists and glared at Draco Malfoy.

"Pweet," Draco said softly, his gray eyes staring at Mafalda, whose body was tightly tight, "You say you are a distant branch of the Pweet family, but as far as I know, the few descendants of Pweet are not large, and there are no children of appropriate age..."

Marfalda's eyes flinched and her body shook slightly.

"Malfoy, you have never changed at all. You can only bully a little girl." Harry couldn't see it and said, and he regretted it as soon as he said it. What a whim. He hated both of them very much.

Draco's expression froze, "Just tell the truth."

Marfalda calmed down and she wisely changed the subject: "Where is your girlfriend, Malfoy? She couldn't move her eyes away from your pointed chin for a moment. Oh my god, it's been almost five minutes, she won't faint, right?"

Draco said slowly, "You mean Pansy? She has gone to perform her duties as a chief."

"I don't think so." Marfalda said cunningly and harshly: "I just saw her intending to confiscate the butter beer bottle from a student's hand, but the bottle fell to the ground and suddenly exploded and her beautiful clothes were lit. Oh, she is so unlucky..." After that, she turned around and ran away.

Draco narrowed his eyes and then looked at Harry, "So you're famous again, Potter?" His head tilted to the side, and Harry knew that it was the direction of the 'Harry Potter Worshipers Club'.

"Yes," Harry said mutely, knowing that Malfoy would not miss the opportunity to mock him. Some time ago, Malfoy was distracted all day long, and he thought there would be some change.

"Famousness always rises and cannot be stopped. I am actually quite distressed."

Ron laughed out loud.

Draco looked at him, "If I were you, I would go home and read the family tree so that people would not be recognized by others... If you have that thing at home," he turned and left.

"What does he mean?" Ron frowned and stared at Draco's back.

Hermione sighed, and she carefully glanced at Neville and Ginny not far away, preventing her voice from spreading.

"You don't think Marfalda's surname is really 'Pwight', right?"

"Why not-" Ron said, then widening his eyes.

Harry's mind quickly turned around. Marfalda's father was Mrs. Weasley's distant cousin. Mrs. Weasley's surname was Pwight before getting married. What does this mean... He quickly found a template for comparison - Dudley and him. They were cousins, but one of them was Dudsley and the other was Potter. If Dudley had children in the future, his child would only have Dudsley, and it could not be anything else, such as Potter...

He also thought that Mafalda said that his father was a squid, and squid was looked down upon in the wizarding world. Harry almost instantly thought that Mafalda's father was discriminated against when he was a teenager, so he did not want his daughter to be the same as him. Harry firmly believed that as a father, he would do something, what was it? Change a surname, a surname of the Holy Twenty-Eight Pure Blood Family.

Harry's disgust towards Marfalda instantly decreased, and instead he was sympathetic.

Ron's reaction was half a beat slower, but he also thought of what Harry had just thought of. He opened his mouth and did not say a word. The three of them tacitly stopped discussing the topic. But at this moment, Harry suddenly felt that the pure blood idea was simply stupid.

Harry remembered what Nick said, "almost lost his head."

Professor Hayp has never talked about his origin, but this did not prevent him from becoming the banner of Slytherin College. Students from other colleges also like him very much, but Harry didn't know if it was because Professor Hayp kept fewer homework every time...

"I said, stop thinking about it, and don't take off your ridiculous hats and come and help." Hermione said in a lesson tone.

Harry and Ron showed their faces reluctantly. Ron didn't want people to see his name printed under the "vomiting", and Harry just wanted to stay away from the Clivi brothers. He glanced at the "Harry Potter Worshipers Club" behind him, leaving only an empty brown curtain.

Can't recruit people? Harry thought with anticipation, and Ginny walked over quietly, "Their gifts are finished."

"What?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Gift." Ginny said calmly: "Just become a member of the club, you can get a complete set of photos of you for free, which I think is quite good."

Harry glared at her, "You won't be—"

Ginny shrugged and admitted openly: "It's just an registration form, it's really a good deal for those in need."

Harry's face suddenly seemed to burn, and he couldn't speak.

"My set is under the table, you can take a look." Ginny covered her mouth and chuckled, "I went to Luna's side, and she found a bunch of butter beer stuffings, and planned to make a few necklaces... Alas, I have to persuade her."

Harry sat down slowly against the table, and saw a big box in his eyes, which was blinking playfully.

...

Felix squatted in front of a stall, and seven or eight boxes lined up in front of him, filled with neat and tidy dolls with different shapes. He looked at the first row and the dolls were obviously more awkward, the proportions of characters were somewhat inaccurate, and the shadow of magic puppets could be seen, which might be the early work of the creator. From the second row, it was much better, more refined, and there were many other shapes. A vivid tree-guarding pot walked around the box. Except for its head a little tilted and its leaves would glow, Felix could not find any other problems. The luminous leaves were embedded with ancient magical texts.

"You used the 'Sankan' circuit?" Felix asked with interest.

"Yes, professor." Cedric was slightly nervous, "I moved the contents of the twelve amulets I had seen in class to this, and the effect was pretty good." As he said, he read a nasty pronunciation, and a leaf on the tree-Guangluo pot suddenly burst out with light, and the expressions of several people - Felix, Cedric, Qiu Zhang, all became calm.

"It's a bit too strong," Felix commented.

Cedric smiled, "I occasionally use it when practicing magic script to calm my restlessness."

Felix nodded.

Then Cedric introduced the dolls on the shelf one by one to him, "These are made by me imitating magic puppets, but some connection parts always have problems, and the movements are not so smooth... Later, I designed more models, not only limited to combat, such as this dovetail doll, its only function is to make somersaults."

"The expression on its face is vivid," Felix said.

"I combined some of the metamorphosis," Cedric explained. "Using the magic circle to store magic power, it can last for a long time, and it feels more convenient than alchemy."

Felix thought for a moment and asked, “Have you ever thought about where to work after graduation?”

Cedric honestly said: "I haven't thought about it yet."

"What do Mr. Digory and Mrs. think?"

“The family wanted me to join the Ministry of Magic, and my father worked in the Department of Magical Biology Management and Control,” Cedric said. “But Collins suggested that I join the Aurors, Fred and George, who invited me to their Magic Trick House many times…but I wasn’t very interested.”

"What about your own thoughts?"

Cedric looked at the doll on the table with gentle and focused eyes.

"That's not bad," Felix said understandingly.

The conversation with Cedric made him gain a lot. He realized that it seemed that another branch of ancient magic literature had appeared, integrating ancient magic literature and transformation techniques, which may cover areas such as alchemy, memory magic in the future. He only needs to push it gently... Does the magic puppet learn?

Felix himself has made many magic puppets, but obviously he does not intend to study it in depth. It is the ideal result to hand over this knowledge to those who deserve it.

Felix finally suggested that Cedric go to the penultimate row of the library's banned book area, "Remember to keep 'entering'." He reminded before leaving.

"What does Professor Hayp's last sentence mean? Is it simple encouragement?" Qiu Zhang looked at Cedric in confusion, and she didn't feel that it looked like him.

Cedric obviously thought so. After thinking hard for a while, he suddenly smiled and said excitedly, "I think it's this." He raised his hand and outlined a magic text in the air. The next second, the magic text symbol turned into a colorful and beautiful cloud, jumping in his palm, looking like he was holding a flowing aurora.

"I guess Professor Hepp left some information there, and the 'Heart' magic text is the key." Cedric said affirmatively.

"What did you think of?" Qiu Zhang said excitedly.

Cedric stammered: "I told you that Fred and George have been hiding things in the castle in different ways recently. I know some inside information. One of the ways to open the treasure point is to recite Latin poetry in ancient magical texts on a set of armor. Of course, hitting the armor hard can achieve the goal..."

Felix continued to wander around the auditorium in a happy mood, not only students, but many professors were also interested in it. The burly Hagrid and Muggle Studies professor Bubaji stood in front of a Muggle movie poster.

Professor Bubaji said something quickly, but Hagrid was obviously absent-minded. He kept staring at the poster and looked at it: an old monkey stood on a protruding rock, lifting a small lion that had just been born high, and under the rock were the beasts that were bent heads.

Haig asked in a muffled voice: "A cartoon? Is it for children to see?"

The student swallowed, "I think it's interesting to see it even by adults."

"So--uh," Hagrid waved his arm, "Where can I see it? Use a magic projector?"

"There is a company in the 'Future World', and Professor Haypu also screened movies in class." The student whispered.

"Sounds good," Hagrid muttered, "if I want to watch a much bigger--well--biology than me, do you have any good advice?"

"Oh, I think..." the student said in a tremolo, looking extremely scared, "Our club didn't consider recruiting such a large size..."

"Hello, Hagrid." Felix couldn't help but interrupt.

Hagrid turned his head and said happily: "Great! Felix, I just came up with a good idea. If it could make little Glopp-" his face suddenly turned red, and even the wool hat on his head and the beard on his chin could not be blocked. "Ahem, I mean if I gave it to the big man in the Forbidden Forest, the effect would be good, at least I could lose my temper..." he muttered.

"You can write to Remus, I remember the company is testing new products and it requires a lot of feedback," Felix said.

Hagrid left happily.

As soon as Hagrid left, Professor Bubaji came over.

She took out a bulging envelope from her body and said angrily: "Professor Haipu, please hand it over to that big talker. I will let him admit his mistakes on his own initiative!"

Felix blinked, "Caredy, some of his words make sense."

"But he is too arrogant," Professor Bubaji said angrily, "as if I am a child who doesn't know anything. Listen, 'Only idiots will abandon the identity of a wizard', 'If technology cannot be used by wizards, then it will be a threat', Professor Hepp, who is your pen pal? I really want to have a good chat with him in person!"

Snape, who was pretending to be passing by, froze. He stopped silently, turned his head to look at the stall in front of him. It was a soft-cushioned wooden stand with grilled fish on it, and the grilled fish's eyes were looking at him.

"Do you want a bunch, Professor Snape?" a little girl asked.

Snape moved his eyes away from the dead fish's eyes, stared at Eleanor Branstone's face, and said coldly: "No, Miss Branstone."

On the other hand, Felix was patiently explaining to Professor Bubaji why his pen pal was unwilling to show up: "Caredy, you should know that in reality, there are always some people who are withdrawn, dull and extremely repulsive of dealing with people..."

Professor Bubaji showed a sceptical expression, "Is that so? His words in the letter are quite sharp."

"Some people like to communicate through words and think more carefully." Felix said with a shrugging.

Eleanor Branstone couldn't help but look at Snape, who looked like a sculpture in curiosity, thinking that Professor Snape couldn't hide his face. She took out a small jar from her body and used her magic wand to pull out a blue bellflower-like flame. The flames circled the grilled fish twice, and the fragrance filled the air in an instant.

Snape's nose twitched slightly.
To be continued...