Chapter 609: A gratifying change

The two of them were completely confused by the smiles of Professor McGonagall. She snorted from her nose with a very stimulating tone.

"So, I won't have the honor to witness the fight between colleagues with my own eyes?"

"Milleva," Felix said with a smile: "There is a small misunderstanding between me and Mr. Basharat, which stems from my ambiguity in positioning him...but now, I am looking forward to working with him."

Professor McGonagall showed a skeptical expression.

"You met before?"

"Just through letters," Grindelwald looked calm: "I originally wanted to keep the surprise until the beginning of school." He knocked on the ground with his cane, "Sometimes it is necessary to admit that the elderly have better patience."

"I think the opposite is true." Felix said gently and sharply.

Professor McGonagall tightened his lips, "Seriously, we'd better—well, Mr. Basharat, please come with me—" Grindelwald nodded to Felix, and then left with her, Valen, who was hiding on Felix's shoulder, jumped out, putting one hand on his waist and pointing the other at him, gestured in angrily.

Grindelwald's movements froze slightly and walked away.

After waiting for a few seconds, Felix turned around and looked at their departure figures, then strode towards the principal's office. Dumbledore opened the door twice as slowly as usual, and he stopped in front of the window and stared at the green mountains in the distance.

When he turned around, Felix saw Dumbledore with a lonely expression, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes. He swallowed the question that had reached his mouth. He changed his question: "Albus, is the curse on your hand ready?"

"I can't find a reason to keep it." Dumbledore said relaxedly.

"But I found you still carry that ring, and you seem to like it?" Felix looked for the topic casually.

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at the ugly ring he was wearing. His hand was unconsciously rubbing the black gems on it. He smiled and said, "Who doesn't like ancient and special inheritances? I'll see people! I've seen the last descendant of the Gunter family, no, it's Voldemort, but his uncle Mofen. And from Mofen's memory, I saw Voldemort's mother and grandfather."

"What kind of people are they?" Felix became interested.

"Frankly, a bad family." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and said, "Old Mavoro, his son Moven, and his daughter Melop, their group is accustomed to getting married in close relatives. The resulting flaws of character make them unable to turn over. Life is poor and destitute. Melop is a little better, but her two relatives... Let us say fairly, they lack rationality, have a very bad temper, and are irritable-I mean their uncontrollable desire to attack, but they are arrogant and conceited."

"And there is still stubbornness," Felix added.

"Yes, maybe this is the root of the problem. They are too stubborn to make any changes." Dumbledore agreed: "This is a common problem for most ancient families. They are reluctant to let go of their ancestors, but if they ask them what they have done for this glory, I will say--nearly nothing.

The mind and body are becoming more and more rigid, not much better than ghouls.

Whenever there are a little rational and courageous among these family members, they will find an opportunity to escape and never go back. This is true for Merlop, and so is the mother of the founder of Slytherin, the mother of the founder of Ifamoni."

A moment of silence.

Felix waited quietly, and indeed Dumbledore spoke.

"I think I owe you an explanation." He said softly: "Gellert... His physical condition is very poor. His long prison life has destroyed his health. Even if he is completely free from the shackles of magic, he will not be able to return to the top. His overall strength may not be as good as Alasto... I admit that I am a little soft-hearted. He will stay in school for a year and then return to Newmongaard."

"I will always pay attention to him during this period."

Felix understood Dumbledore's complex emotions towards this close friend and opponent, and he nodded silently, "What about his purpose? Is it just to teach students, or..."

"Ah, we've got the point," said Dumbledore. "He showed strong curiosity about you, and mentioned Professor Bubaji. If what he expected was not bad, he would go to the greenhouse later!"

"Well--"

Although Dumbledore's tone was not a bit blamed, Felix was embarrassed to hear it.

This matter has a lot to do with him. He knew that Grindelwald was a proud person, and he could tell from the lines of replying to the reply, but Felix had no respect for the ideas of the old seniors before. On the contrary, he introduced new changes in the magic world to Grindelwald under various banners. Some of the short sentences, such as 'You may not know', 'It was not in that era'... were used very frequently.

This may have touched Grindelwald's sensitive nerves - a strong sense of frustration.

This sense of frustration has little to do with insight, wisdom, temper and nature. It is purely because he has been closed for too long and has been behind the entire era. Therefore, he can only passively accept the facts thrown by Felix, and he himself has no power to fight back except to stare.

His life stagnated as early as 1945 and ended with failure. As long as he continued to stay in Neumangard's cell, this would never change.

Now, he finally couldn't help it and ran out of it.

Felix was a little ashamed, although this shame disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Well, do you know something, Albus? Grindelwald seems to have a good relationship with Harry. I saw Harry bringing him to buy a new cane..."

Dumbledore raised his head suddenly, "Is this true?"

Felix shrugged.

Dumbledore left in a hurry, and Felix could have imagined what would happen later: Grindelwald was forced to stay in the castle and stay away from Harry. Because—just like Dumbledore feared—Grindelwald's thoughts were poisonous.

"Tsk."

Felix whistled happily and wandered around the principal's office. The portraits of the previous principal who were sleeping in the frame opened their eyes, whispered to each other, and whispered.

"Dumbledore will pay for his soft heart." said an old witch with long silver curly hair pessimistically.

"He's too irrational." Another yellow-faced witch echoed.

"We should believe Dumbledore's decision, who is the wisest of us, and don't forget the prophecy mentioned by that man-" said a wizard with a weak constitution and looked slowly.

Felix, who was persistently trying to touch Fox's gorgeous and beautiful golden and red feathers, pricked up his ears, prophecy?

"Shh!" the witch with a big red nose and a fat body roared.

The portraits shut their mouths and realized that Felix, an outsider, was reluctant to reveal their secrets.

"Ahem." Felix listened for a while, paced over and knocked the border of the old witch with silver curly hair, "Lao Jia, ma'am, the prophecy you just mentioned--"

The clear and realistic snoring sounded in his ears, and he even saw the saliva flowing from the corner of the old witch's mouth.

Felix: "…"

He changed his seat and walked to the portrait of the red-nose witch next to him. The witch lay on the table with a thunderous snoring echoed in the circular office. Soon all the portraits fell asleep, but Felix clearly saw these portraits secretly looking at him from under his nose.

"Don't ask, bad boy, we won't say it." The portrait of Phoenias Black said in a smug tone: "Unless you are the principal, we will listen to you, otherwise we will only waste our efforts. And you are still a long way from this position..."

He pointed to the school bench behind the long-legged desk, his attitude spoke out without any hesitation.

Felix snorted softly.

"Have Sirius told you? I have a good relationship with the current Minister of Magic. It is easy for me to apply to enter the Prophecy Hall of the Mysterious Affairs Division, which contains all copies of the prophecy."

"You can try it." Principal Black's portrait squinted his cunning eyes and encouraged him in an unpleasant tone.

Felix was stunned and said unconfidently: "Is there any difference? This is impossible, I mean... all prophecies are on it, there will be no exceptions, there will be no exceptions! You are lying to me and want to see my disappointed expression, so I will not be as you wish..."

The portrait of Principal Black sneered.

"People from Muggle," he said with emotion: "A lot of knowledge is not recorded at all, and word of mouth is passed on. Do you understand? No one tells you that prophecy is not only verbal, but also—"

"Shut up! You idiot." Someone finally couldn't help but shouted in the portrait of pretending to be asleep.

"It's not just verbal..." Felix said to himself expressionlessly, chewing on the meaning of this sentence, "What would that be? Maybe it's something to be interpreted, tea leaves, crystal balls, astrological signs," the light from the corner of his eyes looked at Principal Black. The female principal who had interjected before was demonstrating and waving a thick wand to scare him, causing him to protest repeatedly.

"Or a brief picture? Some scene that will happen in the future?"

Felix thought of receiving a false prophecy, which was a short picture and a small memory... Although he borrowed the time converter, who said that this was not a way of prophecy? Moreover, Felix believed that this method was much more reliable than formal prophecy.

He left the principal's office and unexpectedly saw Dumbledore coming back with a serious look on his face, following Grindelwald.

"I've seen more people during this period... Are you going to look for them one by one to correct their thoughts?"

"If necessary," Dumbledore said calmly.

Grindelwald shut up and watched Felix get down the stairs and stop.

"Say to the teacher? A child's trick." He said with his head tilted.

"Simple and effective, isn't it?" Felix smiled. "Sorry, I'm going to see the concert... It's a pity that you can't go, Mr. Basharat." He said happily: "I'll share my experience with you when I have time, just like before."

Grindelwald stared at him fiercely.

"Felix!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice, interrupting the unfriendly speech of the two. He was very troubled now. "Felix, Mr. Basharat will stay at school for the rest of the summer vacation. Please come and bring his luggage back."

He emphasized the surname ‘Bashat’.

"Happy to serve, sir." Felix said, "If I meet Harry, I will tell him that the friend he just met will not come back for some reason."

Dumbledore left with Grindelwald.

He had already begun to regret that this hasty decision showed many obstacles from the beginning. Moreover, after school starts, he must ensure that Grindelwald will not take the opportunity to spread dangerous remarks. He must listen to a few classes. It is a turbulent moment now. He does not have so much time to follow the seventh grade, and Grindelwald does not have the energy either. Maybe it is a good idea to recruit another professor of black magic defense...

On the other hand, Felix certainly didn't go to the concert because the time was not today.

He rang the doorbell at No. 4 Ligustworth Road.

Given that he was not very happy when he came here last time and didn't even finish introducing himself, he took some thought. After changing his hairstyle, clothes, and most importantly, wearing a pair of gold wire square glasses, he looked like an elite worker.

The one who opened the door was a tall and burly Fennon Dursley, who was so fat that he almost didn't even have a neck. His eyes were covered in blood and his mental state was in a bad state. It seemed that he hadn't had a good sleep these days. "What's the matter-" he shouted roughly, but when he saw Felix's expensive outfit, he lowered his voice guiltily, "Hello? May I ask you-"

"Felix Hepp, come and visit." He carried the gift box on his hand, and when Fennon saw the price tag on the gift box, his eyes were slightly straightened. "I have something important - well, can I go in and say it?"

"Of course, of course," said Fennon Dursley, opening the door in a kind tone, staring at Felix's watch that was unintentionally exposed, "I think--at least £20,000, right?"

"Maybe. I didn't pay attention." Felix said casually, and he walked into the room.

"Don't!" Feinon suddenly yelled behind him, the blood in his eyes seemed to be rising, but Felix had already walked into the living room. He turned around and was he discovered?

"What's wrong?"

A thin, long-necked woman came out of the kitchen with a spoon in her hand, a little confused. Their child, Dudley Dursley, lay on the sofa and read comic books. The family was having fun, and it was normal, except-

Comic Book!

Penny stared wide, looking both scared and annoyed. She was weird and active, damn comic books! She stood there in a daze, at a loss. Her husband in the narrow foyer made a silent and exaggerated gesture, absolutely not let the guests notice! She walked over quickly, her long stiff face tugging out a smile to try to block Dudley behind her - although this was useless, her son was at least twice as big as hers and might be three times her weight.

Felix handed over the gift box.
To be continued...