Felix looked up from the black cover of "Magic Characteristics", "Miss Granger, you are doing useless work. This is the external reflection of the mind, not the mind itself. After the magic is cancelled, everything will disappear."

The little witch said happily: "At least it looks good, right?"

Felix shook his head and buried his head behind the book, but he couldn't help but curl his lips. This feeling of being cared for was still good.

And the gifts he opened today also made him happy.

Although tomorrow is Christmas, some friends who are far away have already sent gifts early, but he was very curious, why would Belby think of giving him a bottle of wolfsbane potion?

Belby has already sent it once, right? Do I look like a werewolf? Even if Belby wrote "the most satisfactory work at present" on the note, what does it have to do with him?

The only consolation is that Xiaohongshu Book Company and LCA Comic Publishing House sent the latest dividends, which added up to 8,000 Galleons.

The bulk of the income this time went to Andes. In his letter, he mentioned "selling like crazy" three times, and the rest of the words were all hinting at him to "hurry up and prepare a new book!"

Felix threw his letter aside. Just kidding, one book a year is enough, there is no need to publish more. When his name as a master of memory magic is deeply rooted in people's hearts, he is willing to extend the frequency of publishing books to two or three years.

Well, thinking about it this way, he should throw out the new paper. This paper contains the treatment data of the Longbottoms and a complete set of simple treatment methods. He believes that the entire magic world will dance with his feather pen.

However, this time he should find a professional publication. The Daily Prophet is completely unreputable...

And Neville, he also sent a gift, as for the result, he has no way of knowing.

Hermione's figure gradually became transparent, a bit like the ghost in the castle. This is a manifestation of overusing the brain. She can no longer maintain her consciousness stably.

Felix canceled the magic of the mind hut.

"There's no need to rush, Miss Granger. You already have more 'time' than others." He said suggestively, and at the same time called for some bottles and cans, "Pumpkin juice, butter beer, honey water, fruit juice, you can choose."

Hermione poured herself a glass of juice, added two drops of joy potion and stimulant potion, drank a big sip, and she felt alive again.

Hermione couldn't help asking, "Why do I feel that time is getting less and less?" Felix

turned his head away, not knowing whether he had any credit for this. He had given her all the ancient magic papers for the third and fourth grades. Thinking carefully, it was indeed not appropriate. His assistant was already very busy this year. He

thought, maybe he could move some of the paper work to the members of the magic club? The sixth grade students are all very idle... they are idle anyway.

"Have a snack - it's vacation now, you don't need to buy extra time for yourself, right?" Felix said.

The effect of the euphoria made Hermione's brows relax. "There's new things to add. I need to look up information for Hagrid's hearing and defend Buckbeak. If I don't check, I won't know that the Ministry of Magic has a bad record in this regard..."

Felix was stunned. "When did this happen?"

"In the past two days," Hermione said, "It is said that Lucius Malfoy learned about Draco Malfoy's injury and reported Hagrid to the Ministry of Magic, demanding the execution of Buckbeak. Oh my God, when we went to see him, Hagrid was very sad..." "Hagrid

didn't think about paying the fine?"

"Fine?" Hermione was obviously stunned. "I did see an example of a fine in the information. Anyone who is assigned to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals-" "

Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals? It shouldn't be this department..." Felix frowned. "Tell me about this in detail." Hermione

said, "Oh, okay-it was the first day of the holiday, Harry was in a bad mood, and Ron and I thought it might be a good idea to go see Hagrid..."

"Harry is in a bad mood?"

"That's right, because the day before he was at the Three Broomsticks - cough cough!" She suddenly coughed violently, "Sorry, Professor. I mean, Ron and I overheard the conversation between the Minister of Magic, Professor McGonagall and Rosmerta during our trip to Hogsmeade before the holiday. They talked about Harry's father and Sirius Black, and mentioned a lot of things..."

Felix didn't know what he was thinking, he nodded, "Then what?"

"Then, uh... Harry was in a bad mood - we went to Hagrid, Hagrid made himself very embarrassed and drunk, he showed us the letter from the Ministry of Magic, which basically accepted the formal complaint filed by Lucius Malfoy and handed the matter over to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures."

"The hearing will be on April 20th, at the London office." Hermione finished speaking, and seeing Professor Happ fell into deep thought, she added, "Hagrid said that the people on the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures are a bunch of weirdos!" Felix

laughed, "Those people... how to say it? They are all marginal figures, doing unpleasant jobs. As you can tell from the name, the magical creatures placed there are unlikely to be spared."

"Then, then isn't Hagrid destined to lose?" Hermione said angrily.

"Nothing is absolute, but I know at least one thing, the procedure is incorrect."

"What?"

"The procedure is incorrect, Miss Granger. Normally speaking, I mean, according to the laws formulated by the Ministry of Magic, even if someone complains, the matter must first be handed over to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, which is the superior department of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, and they are responsible. Unless the nature is quite bad and almost no trial is required, it will be directly delegated. And this kind of practice is that the results of the hearing are often not very good."

Hermione was silent for a few seconds, and said angrily: "It's Malfoy! They influenced the choice of the Ministry of Magic. I heard that the Malfoy family donates a large sum of money to the Ministry of Magic every year!"

"It's a reasonable guess." Felix nodded and said, he took a sip of butter beer, "There's no need to be angry, pure-blood families always have an extraordinary influence on these insignificant little things."

Hermione looked at him blankly, the professor seemed to look down on pure-blood families?

"Pure-blood families are like a group of spiders who have woven a huge web over the years. They are well-informed, have many eyes and ears, and are used to changing with the times. They can devour small insects or even smaller birds... Even if they encounter irresistible danger, they can hide in dark corners and wait for the danger to pass." "

Professor, are you saying that they are simply unable to fight against such huge creatures?" Hermione felt that she understood the professor's thinking.

"No, I was laughing at them for not making the spider web strong and unbreakable."