The day passed peacefully. The next day, the Ministry of Magic held a press conference. Minister of Magic Amelia Bones was the spokesperson. She stood on the steps, with a group of reporters and photographers below her, and people running over to watch the excitement. She looked at Kingsley, who nodded slightly at her.

Ms. Bones announced calmly:

"The rumors about Mr. Felix Heppe obtaining the Elder Wand that were previously publicized in the newspapers have been proven to be false. I have personally checked his wand, and the wand is not the elder wand as rumored, which is very telling. As we all know, in addition to his extraordinary attainments in ancient magic and Muggle studies, Mr. Heppe is also a writer with a childlike heart. The best-selling comic strip "The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick" that brought LCA Publishing back to life was written by him. When conceiving this masterpiece, he referred to a large number of similar works. Naturally, the spirit of Beedle the Bard, who has influenced countless young wizards, is also incorporated into it."

"Are you trying to say that Mr. Heppe named his wand the Elder Wand because of his admiration for Beedle the Bard?" "

That's right."

"Ma'am, are you denying the existence of the Elder Wand?"

"Maybe it really exists, but it is definitely not in Mr. Hep's hands now, and it is not within the scope of our discussion today." Ms. Bones replied.

"How did you check? What if he was in disguise?"

"I won't doubt my own eyes." Ms. Bones said coldly: "Next."

"What if he has a second wand?"

Bones looked at the man who was speaking from under his monocle: "I don't remember inviting you. Which newspaper are you a reporter for?"

"Ahem, I'm here to travel, for travel." The bald man who asked the question said embarrassedly.

"Very good," Ms. Bones said calmly, "We will check your entry approval documents after the press conference, otherwise you will be prepared to pay the fine."

She cleared her throat and continued:

"Things may be more complicated than you think. I can reveal a piece of news: the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet who approved this article is suspected to have been under the Imperius Curse. This shows that there may be a conspiracy behind the matter. In view of the current situation, there is reason to suspect that it is related to Voldemort and his evil gang."

The press conference with a red carpet became silent, as if someone had chanted a spell.

"Ahem, are you sure?"

"I used the words 'suspected' and 'possible'," Ms. Bones said sternly, "but if you are well-informed, you will find that this article has appeared in more than a dozen countries. This can't be a coincidence!"

"I personally despise the framers, because the people behind the scenes can't even distinguish the most basic fact, that is, Mr. Hep's own research field is ancient magic runes, and the current magic rune craze in the UK is promoted by him.

Although Mr. Hep is not good at speaking, he is still heartbroken by this behavior of putting the cart before the horse. Therefore, he entrusted me to hold an exchange meeting in Hogsmeade village on the last weekend of October, October 27th."

At this time, another reporter raised questions.

"Why drag on for so long? Wouldn't it be enough for him to come out and explain that he has never held the Elder Wand?" Rita Skeeter's eyes flickered, and her question drew a chorus of approval.

"Because it's just a small matter!" Ms. Bones interrupted her. "Compared with promoting ancient magic runes, the Elder Wand is worthless in Mr. Hepp's eyes. That's the difference between you and him

." Rita Skeeter glared at her fiercely.

Others were recording excitedly. The quills seemed to be smoking, and the white light of the flashlight kept flashing.

"Also, it must be mentioned that Dumbledore, who is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has submitted an application to the International Confederation of Wizards to make this exchange an international event. At that time, wizards with enough reputation will be invited, including ancient writing experts from all over the world and principals of magic schools in various countries."

The reporters were stunned. The colorful quills hanging in the air seemed to have poor contact and fell to the ground one after another.

Big news.

Rita Skeeter grabbed the green feather of the quill, and her expression was very excited. It was worth her promise to be a shill.

In the next few minutes, there was only the excited sound of the quill.

"...All outsiders must report in advance, and the scope of activities is limited to the village of Hogsmeade. Violators will be severely punished..."

"Can you tell me about the exchange meeting?"

"What I can reveal now is that in addition to showing his research results, Mr. Hepp will also reluctantly take time to accept challenges from anyone."

"Wait! Challenge?"

The reporters smelled the key words.

"That's right." Ms. Bones said, looking at the excited unfamiliar faces on the field. They were obviously foreign wizards, and she felt pity for no reason. Only she and a few wizards of the Wizengamot had seen the scene of Felix Hepp fighting Voldemort.

Since you are so happy, you will not refuse to sign the life and death agreement, right? She continued to read the speech calmly:

"The event is expected to last for three days..." "

The Ministry of Magic will actively negotiate with the Ministry of Magic of various countries. At that time, it will be broadcast live, and Future World Company will provide technical support..."

The press conference ended with excited eyes.

When the news reached Hogwarts, it was already the next morning. Students hurriedly exchanged information with each other at the dining table. Occasionally, when their eyes met, they showed a tacit expression, which meant: "I knew there was big news." Then they rushed to class.

In the next few days, the school was filled with a restless atmosphere. This restlessness was reflected in the following classes. The brave students couldn't help asking about related topics.

"Professor Black, who is more powerful, you or Professor Happ?" A very unpleasant student asked an unpleasant question.

Sirius glared at him, "This comparison is meaningless. In addition, it is forbidden to provoke relationships between professors, so Gryffindor will be deducted five points."

Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned.

It was difficult to hide their actions from Sirius. He regretted telling them about the time he was beaten by Felix. He was a little angry and said with a dark face: "Since you asked, I can answer a similar question: How do you think you are better than the Aurors?"

"We can try it." He raised his wand and looked at everyone with ill intentions, "Really feel it. Aurors have plenty of opportunities to come into contact with battles. It's different from your playing house. It's a real battle, and the opponents are often cunning dark wizards."

"Even if you have mastered the same magic, the performance of those who have duel training and those who have not experienced it is completely different. Furthermore, those who have actual combat experience and those who have not are also completely different. This gap is reflected in the understanding of duels, those tiny details."

"Take me for example. I may not be much better than you, but even if I use the same spell and control the power at the same level, the gap is still quite large..." He paused and made a provocative gesture, and his meaning was already very clear.

"Then who will go first?"

Harry was eager to try, but Sirius pretended not to see it. He still remembered the grudge. "Zabini, you go." He pointed to someone, Blaise Zabini stood up confidently, and his friend blew a loud whistle. "Harry, you go and say start."

Sirius and Blaise stood face to face, staring at each other's faces. When Harry shouted "start", they both moved at the same time. Sirius flicked his wrist and Blaise's wand flew out immediately.

"A little trick, but if you hold the wand tightly, the power of the spell will probably only make your arm slightly deflected, but it is just right to use it here." Sirius said, "Try it again."

Blaise picked up the wand unconvinced, and this time he held the wand firmly in his palm.

"Begin!"

The two raised their wands together .

"Expelliarmus!" Blaise shouted very aggressively, but Sirius hit him first.

"Silent casting always makes you one step ahead." Sirius said with his head tilted.     "

This time I will recite the spell like you, let's try it again." He said.

Blaise hesitated for a moment, picked up the wand from the ground, and looked at Sirius cautiously. After a moment of silence.     "Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!" The two shouted at the same time.     But this time Sirius suddenly lowered his head and quickly dodged the spell, while Blaise was hit firmly, and the wand flew out of his hand countless times.     "Even if two people cast spells at the same time, I still have a chance to dodge, or use my wand to deflect the spell. In short, there are many ways." Sirius said, "But even if you have read it in textbooks or storybooks, or even practiced it privately, you may still not remember to use it in actual combat, or use it poorly."     "I have dealt with your professor last year, Alastor Moody. He said something that sounds good, always stay alert. Of course, I don't want you to learn from him, but at least you should know what to do when danger comes. If you can't learn it, remember it with your body."     ...     In the dead of night, Felix spread out the new version of the Marauder's Map. The lines of Hogwarts Castle and the Forbidden Forest intertwined with each other, popping up like mushrooms after rain. His index finger gently tapped an inconspicuous corner. In an instant, light and shadow flickered, and clouds and mist swirled. The original pattern quickly disappeared, and a new path extended from a corner of Hogwarts Castle, zigzagging until a new location appeared.     It was a small village, made up of many cottages and shops, with many familiar names on them: Ambrose Froome of Honeydukes, Puddife of Madam Puddife's Tea House, Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks, Zonko of Zonko's Joke Shop, and the bartender of the Hog's Head... Aberforth Dumbledore.     To be honest, Felix was really shocked when he first saw this name.     At this moment, he lowered his head and looked down at the names in Hogsmeade with the help of the dim light     . "Let me find out, what strangers have appeared, and who is stupid enough to wander around Hogwarts?"