Felix returned to the ancient magical office with a expressionless face, and sat on the sofa with heavy steps. Valen yawned and handed him a bottle of juice he had prepared himself.

As a result, someone bit the straw and blew it in, making bubbles of juice, which made Valen hammer him twice.

Felix smiled and rubbed its soft hair, and watched the cartoon of cats and mice with it. After watching for a while, his thoughts became lively.

He actually felt that the Bulldog Spike and Dumbledore had similarities, which was definitely a psychological effect. If so, who would Grindelwald be? It wouldn't be the unlucky Tom Cat.

Valen looked at Felix strangely, and the Demon King smiled so happily.

Did the Great Devil bring himself into the blue cat in the cartoon? This is not bad. It often comes from the perspective of a mouse, because Jerry can always successfully defeat his huge opponent. Unfortunately, this episode tells the story of the blue cat teasing the big dog.

Back in the bedroom, Felix was lying on the bed, and the scenes that happened in the principal's office were constantly circling in his mind.

Dumbledore solemnly introduced to him the binding spell imposed on Grindelwald. Before Voldemort's appearance, Grindelwald was considered the most dangerous dark wizard ever, and even now, Grindelwald's threat to some people (especially magic regimes other than Britain) still surpassed Voldemort's.

It is not too much to be cautious when facing such an enemy.

When the legendary duel ended, the delegation of the American Demons and French Association proposed to execute Grindelwald immediately to relieve the consequences because no existing prison could trap him. The proposal received the consent of more than half of the representatives of various countries at that time, but Dumbledore opposed it against the opposition.

His reason is: the reason why this duel exists is because before the duel they promised each other that the loser would be automatically imprisoned and completely (or passively) give up his ideas.

Besides, there are more realistic reasons.

The war has not ended, and the saints scattered all over the world are still huge. If they hear the news of the execution of the leader, they will definitely not be afraid to start riots everywhere.

The magic world finally saw the hope of peace and should adopt a gentle approach instead of actively intensifying conflicts. Therefore, not only did Grindelwald not die, but the International Wizards Federation also had to actively spread the news of his life, so that the saints could not choose new leaders.

At that time, Dumbledore's reputation was at its peak, and the current situation was indeed turbulent, so this method was later adopted.

But new problems arise.

At that time, officials from various countries' ministries clearly realized that simply confiscating the wand or using a magic barrier could not trap Grindelwald at all. They had to design new and powerful incarceration measures in case Grindelwald escaped again without keeping his promise.

An African wizard gave the solution.

The Vagado Magic School, located in the African land, has always retained ancient gesture casting, so losing the wand will not make the dark wizards there lose their ability to resist. They naturally have unique solutions, such as the binding spell specifically targeting finger joints.

But Grindelwald's power is far more powerful than that of an ordinary black wizard, and the treatment he received is naturally extraordinary. The African wizard mentioned an extremely powerful imprisonment magic. Its reputation changed in the local wizard group and was a terrifying existence.

Felix thought about Dumbledore's comment on it:

"It is not so much a kind of unknown evil curse as it is an unknown evil curse. Once it is hit, it will entrench in the flesh and blood of the wizard like a bone-attached gangrene, constantly absorbing the magic power of the subject, making it unable to cast spells, and in fact it becomes a squib."

"I improved it - to relieve the pain of meaningless, punitive nature, and add a key, a window, if Grindelwald tries to break the spell, I will know right away."

"And because I used my own magic, I could roughly sense his position and state. Of course, the farther the distance, the blurry this feeling will be..."

"So the imprisonment in Newmont Gaardburg is just a cover, you are the prison guard." Felix suddenly realized and pointed it out incisively.

Dumbledore did not answer, but lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. After a while, he continued to murmur:

"In order to study the secrets of the Resurrection Stone, my soul and magic have undergone unpredictable changes. I am no longer suitable - in your words - to serve as a prisoner again, and I must find a new person to take over me."

"You are so obsessed with Resurrection Stone, Albus, even for Harry--"

"And Ariana," Dumbledore interrupted, "It can even be said that the whole plan was for her at the beginning, and it gradually took shape in my mind since I got the resurrection stone. Every day since then I have been suppressing this idea because Voldemort is still there, and I have to try my best to convince myself not to wear that ring. I endured it for a few years, and finally Voldemort completely fell, and I dared to let go."

Felix stared at him, his thoughts hiding too deeply. Dumbledore smiled mischievously at him.

"So you thought of me?" Felix raised the volume slightly.

Dumbledore's eyelids trembled a few times and said in a deep voice: "I know you hate bondage, Felix. I can assure you that after the spell is transferred, there will be no trouble, on the contrary, there will be only benefits. From now on, Gellert will never become your trouble."

A brief silence. Felix was swaying between heartbeat and resistance, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while.

If Dumbledore is telling the truth - he believes Dumbledore will not deceive him, it is not only out of trust in the other party - after becoming a new prisoner, it means that Grindelwald's fate will be completely in his own hands. Although it is not good, it can remove a huge hidden danger: at least Felix doesn't have to worry about waking up and being surrounded by an army of 100,000 saints.

The reason why I never forget it is actually that this threat is real and effective. After a quarrel, the old man was forced to threaten him secretly with this matter, just as bad as the woman with the pseudonym Noel.

Felix is ​​confident that he will not be defeated and captured alive - his combat system is very restrained by the huge human sea tactics, but everything has its limits. His ability to escape unstoppable from the wizard army does not mean that he can withstand the continuous magical offensives of thousands of people at the same time.

Moreover, before he knew it, he also regarded Hogwarts as a part of himself.

He can run, but Hogwarts can't run. He can't even add Dumbledore.

In the darkness, Felix's blue eyes stared at the ceiling. Valen smacked his lips in the cradle bed, and spoke unconsciously in his sleep. Fox? Catching fish? It seems very interesting...

Some thoughts came to my mind again.

"Why don't you accept the conditions offered by Grindelwald? From his speech at the dining table this morning, he seems to have the idea of ​​remorse, at least he is actively sending out a signal of compromise. I don't believe you can't see it."

"I hope this is true. I hope he can feel how terrifying and shameful what he did. Maybe, he wants to make up for his past mistakes... But the entanglement between us is too deep, Felix. I cannot judge the authenticity, cannot bear the price of wrong judgment, and the entire magic world cannot bear the price..."

These words almost verified Grindelwald's future comeback.

"...Okay, I probably understand what you think. Why choose me to transfer the talisman?"

"On average wizards cannot bear this power. Just like their Animagus cannot integrate magical items into themselves - I think you should not have this trouble, right?"

"Tsk, you've guessed it." Felix curled his lips.

"You can think about it for a while," Dumbledore said sincerely at last, "I hope you can agree, not an order, but a plea... If the people of the International Wizards' Federation knew about this, it would be difficult for Garrett to continue to live."

Valley Bite

...

After May, the clear weather was getting more sunny than before. When Felix stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, he found leisurely students appearing scattered by the black lake. The lake surface was sparkling, and giant squid swept across the warm shallow water to bask in the sun.

Felix wrote a letter to Rita Skit.

The woman complained in her reply, but he saw through the tricks in her words at a glance. Skit was immersed in it. In her own words, "Standing at the turning point of history, the pen tip can control the current situation with a light hook."

Very tempting. But Felix still prefers the freshness brought by magic, and stays in one place to think of novel and interesting magic topics. For example, moon landing, or-

When Hermione walked into the office, she was surprised to find that Professor Hayp was making a piece of fabric, and a book was open on the small table in front of her. She picked it up and read the title of the book, "A Collection of Sweater Weaving Sketches".

Hermione was so surprised that she couldn't stop talking.

"I want to make some new attempts." Felix said with a smile: "I asked a question, and finally Professor McGonagall told me that our principal has a superb appreciation of the patterns of Muggle sweaters. I just mentioned it casually, and he recommended me to read this, and the content was very complete."

He waved to the cabinet, and two fat tea cups with smiley faces floated over. He stretched out his hand and the cup was filled with tea.

"Let us thank this unique Christmas gift, Valen fell in love with it at a glance. But he went out for a walk and said he wanted to catch some fish for Fox..."

While he was doing these things, several crochets were still busy in an orderly manner.

Hermione thanked her and sat around the other side. Only then did she realize that the abnormality was: the wool used to make was different from what she thought. The end point of the thread extension from the crochet was not a yarn ball, but a book of magic.

"Is this...ancient magical text?" She stared at the wool for a while before she realized that they were actually made up of pocket magical characters. She couldn't help but be amazed.

"Well, yeah, what can you think of?" Felix said expectantly.

Hermione swallowed and thought about it seriously. Before she could react, a word was blurted out. In her mind, this idea was simply too reasonable and could perfectly explain the strange behavior of the always lazy professor.

"Invisible Clothes?"

And it is definitely not something that has been cast by a magical body spell or woven with invisible beasts. What emerges from the depths of her memory is a holy object that has been cut into the category of the Deathly Hallows. Since she learned that the Resurrection Stone really exists, her attitude towards the Deathly Hallows has not been so stubborn.

Of course, her idea was the same as Felix, that is, they were all made by highly capable wizards.

Felix's face showed an admiring smile.

"Oh, professor! Have you cracked the method of making the invisible cloak? When did this happen? I have never heard Harry mention that you borrowed the invisible cloak from him." Hermione said half excited and half confused.

"I have never borrowed it. Judging from my understanding of the Deathly Hallows, no matter who they are, it is obvious that he has a strict supervision of his knowledge and has no idea of ​​future generations to study. He imposed a powerful protection spell... Therefore, I can only find another way."

Hermione held the teacup, and the questions were thrown out one by one:

“Is it used to be invisible?”

"Obviously not."

"Oh..." Hermione muttered in a low voice, getting closer, her nose almost pressed against the half-woven magic textile fabric. "The magic text on this is too small to see clearly..."

"Use your intuition, Miss Granger."

Hermione closed her eyes slightly, and after a while, she seemed to sense nothing. She couldn't help but open her eyes in a disgust.

"I can't do it, I'm not good at this."

"Don't rush to make decisions. Maybe you are not good at it just because you are too rational and have actively closed your thoughts..."

"Is it not good to be rational?" Hermione asked in frustration.

"There is nothing wrong with rationality, and it does not conflict with learning magic, but only rationality can easily lead to problems. In fact, I have encountered similar troubles..."

Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Professor, then how did you solve this problem?"

Felix cleared his throat.

"Maybe it's because I wasn't as stubborn as you when I was a kid, uh, I mean I read so many books; or I've had inexplicable fantasies about magic since I was a child, hoping that it would appear in my world... It could be that my experiences a few years before school required me to hold on to magic, and in short, it all happened so naturally, and a delicate balance between rationality and sensibility in me - at least that's what I hoped. I'm very satisfied with it."

Hermione first showed a disappointed expression because the professor seemed to say nothing, and then she suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but reach out to cover her mouth.

She asked carefully:

"Well, professor... what does magic riot feel like? I heard Neville mention it, but you seem to be different, one is because of love, and the other..."

"Oh, Miss Granger—"

Felix suddenly smiled, as if a huge secret was about to be revealed, with a little eagerness and excitement.

“I did have some not-so-excellent experiences, but not all of them.”

Hermione blinked, and for a moment she couldn't understand what was meant in the words.

"And, not all?"
Chapter completed!