The next day the Hogwarts Express left the station and disappeared from Felix's sight.

Dumbledore stood with him, gazing into the distance, his eyes full of crystal tears: "How touching... An empty head is filled with knowledge, enjoying a wonderful vacation."

"Yeah, and there's a bag of homework." Felix said, "Albus, why let me go to Romania?"

"Because you are not one of the four deans, we always have to avoid suspicion. This year's competition is larger than ever before, with five schools." Dumbledore said gently, "This is my job, but I'm too busy-"

"Five schools? Which one is it besides Ilvermorny?"

"Vagardo from the Moon Mountains in Africa-the work of Fudge," Dumbledore said, "He has had a hard time in the past two months. The out-of-control Dementors have caused his reputation to plummet. Parents have sent letters to condemn his incompetence, and newspapers have reported it one after another."

"Didn't you say Fudge's tactics are very-"

"Masterful?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "Have you seen any news about Sirius and Peter Pettigrew in the newspaper? Including Peter's last words?"

"Did he do it on purpose?" Felix asked in surprise. He had only seen the Ministry of Magic's newsletter in a tofu-shaped article in the newspaper a long time ago, and it basically did not cause any waves.

"I think it was just a matter of course... The Dementors going out of control was something that all students saw, but few people knew about that period of time. In Fudge's opinion, perhaps Sirius's case was more sensitive," Dumbledore said: "The hero was imprisoned for twelve years without trial, while the traitor enjoyed the Order of Merlin, First Class, and lived a stable life... Although it did not happen during his term, the public would not care so much. What's more, it also involves Voldemort."

Felix nodded and understood Fudge's thinking: since the Dementors going out of control could no longer be covered up, then let it go, anyway, there was still Umbridge as a shield, but when it came to false cases and Voldemort, it must be kept secret from the public.

"I guess he has pinned all his hopes on those two events, the Quidditch World Cup and the Championship."

Dumbledore agreed, "Using prosperity to cover up the paleness is Fudge's forte. So he wants to attract more schools to participate and expand his influence. In fact, he has sent invitations to ten magic schools in total, but few responded to him."

...

Felix was in the mountains. This is the Carpathian Mountains, known as the "backbone of Romania", and the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary is hidden in it.

Although there are many dragon farms around the world, the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary is the most unique - the fire dragons here are in a semi-free-range state, and there are more than a hundred professionals from all over the world working here, including dragon trainers, dragon breeders and fire dragon research experts. Here

, almost all the known types of fire dragons in the world can be found.

Felix watched seven or eight wizards surrounding a Romanian long-horned dragon. Half of its wings had a big hole and it was bloody. The dragon trainers tried to calm it down.

He walked down the hillside and observed the dragon closely. It had dark green scales and long golden horns. Its eyes were alert and irritable, and it stamped its feet nervously.

"Relax - we have no ill intentions, you need treatment." A wizard shouted, and his companions surrounded them vigilantly, always aiming their wands at the fire dragon in estrus. Especially since it had failed, it was probably not in a good mood now.

The long-horned dragon flapped half of its wings, and a few sparks spewed out of its nostrils.

"Be careful, it's going to spit fire - Charlie, use a Stunning Spell!" another wizard shouted.

The dragon trainer named Charlie shouted loudly: "Find the right time, wait for it to expose its belly, and we will do it together - now!"

"Stupe it to the ground!" They shouted in unison, and the Stunning Spell fell on the thick skin of the long-horned dragon's belly like a rocket. Its propped-up hind legs were shaky, and smoke came out of its nostrils. It looked around blankly and then fell down very slowly.

"Well done!"

A middle-aged wizard patted Charlie on the shoulder and said with relief: "I can rest assured that you can lead the team alone." His companions also gathered around. Due to living in the wild for many years, these people's skin is very rough, tanned brown, and looks weathered.

"It turned out to be him." Felix thought, Charlie Weasley, two years younger than him, has a very high talent in Quidditch, was the captain of the Gryffindor team, and won the Quidditch Cup.

However, Felix was not interested in Quidditch when he was in school, and he didn't recognize him for a while. He didn't even remember the name of the captain of Slytherin at that time.

Besides, Charlie Weasley was very different from his impression. Although he still had a broad face like a good gentleman and freckles unique to the Weasley family, his skin was not so dark when he was in school, and there was no big, shiny scar on his arm caused by fire.

Felix stood quietly aside, but scared the others. They had been focusing on the dragon before, and didn't notice that there was suddenly a person around them.

"Who are you? Don't you know it's dangerous here? Why are you so close?" The middle-aged wizard frowned and looked at the young man in front of him. Felix's face was very confusing, making him think that he was a reckless guy who was out of curiosity and came to explore.

There are many such people every year. They are often fresh graduates who travel to various places, and the Dragon Sanctuary is a very tempting choice.

"Felix Hepp, Professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts." Felix said in a relaxed tone: "Representing the headmaster Albus Dumbledore to review the alternative projects for the tournament."

The middle-aged wizard looked at him suspiciously. Are all professors so young nowadays?

"Captain!" Charlie Weasley stood up: "I know him, let me receive him."

"Is he really a professor?" After getting a positive reply, the captain waved his hand: "Okay, since you are friends, I'll leave it to you. Everyone else! Follow me to recite the levitation spell and take the dragon away."

Charlie looked at Felix seriously: "The captain has no ill intentions, he is a good person."

Felix laughed dumbly: "Charlie Weasley, I am curious about what image I have in your mind." Charlie

did not speak. What image? Of course, it is the shadow of a generation. As a pure Gryffindor, he was still very happy when he saw Felix cleaning up Slytherin students when he was in school.

This also led to Felix's reputation in the other three colleges at that time. However, it was also recognized that he was too aggressive, and everyone kept a respectful distance from him.

"Our living place is over there, I'll take you there." Charlie pointed to the foot of the mountain and said, "By the side of a stream, live in a tent."

Along the way, Charlie introduced him to the environment here: "The Carpathian Mountains are very large, occupying 40% of the land in this country. In addition to forests, there are rocky beaches, swamps and caves..."

"Won't fire dragons start forest fires?" Felix asked with interest.

"This is quite rare. They don't rely on fire breathing to hunt. For example, the Romanian longhorned dragon just now likes to kill its prey with its horns, bring it back to its nest on the mountain, and then breathe fire to roast the prey." Charlie said, "They only use fire breathing to attack or deter when they encounter flexible and difficult opponents, or when they fight with their own kind, and the winners often take the initiative to put out the flames."

He said with emotion, "This is their home." The two looked up and watched a silver-blue fire dragon flying through the air.

Charlie took Felix to a tent area. It can be seen that he has a good relationship with people. When he came over, many people greeted him, and he responded one by one.

"We need to register here. How long do you plan to stay?" He took out a notebook.

Felix thought for a moment: "Two or three days, I'm very interested in this place."

Charlie frowned: "I thought it was half a day... I need to apply to the captain, please wait." He left in a hurry, and he came back after a long time, with a puzzled look on his face: "They are out again, I will take you around first."

It was getting dark, and on the other side -

Harry, Ron and Hermione got off the train and walked out of King's Cross Station together. Harry was not in a good mood. Even if he had a godfather, he still had to return to the Dursleys. This was Dumbledore's request, and he could not refuse.

And Sirius had not appeared for a while. If Harry had not received a letter on the train, he would have suspected that Sirius had forgotten that he had a godson.

Mrs. Weasley hugged him warmly and invited him to watch the Quidditch World Cup together, which made Harry feel better, but when they parted and he walked towards Uncle Vernon alone with his luggage, his mood became gloomy again.

Two whole months...

Uncle Vernon greeted him in the usual way. "What's that?" he growled, glaring at the envelope Harry still held in his hand. "If that's another form for me to sign, then you must..."

"It's not a form," Harry said sullenly, "it's a letter from my godfather."

"Godfather?" Uncle Vernon spat, "You don't have a godfather!"

"No, I do," said Harry, his mood miraculously starting to improve, "He's my mum and dad's best friend, a convicted murderer, but he escaped from the magic prison. This is what he sent me, I can show you the name on the letter..."

Uncle Vernon's face twitched, his little eyes filled with fear.

Harry was still happily making up stories about Sirius. He wanted to get some benefits for his long summer vacation: "...Sirius Black, who was on TV, is still on the run and has not been caught, but he is willing to keep in touch with me to confirm whether I am doing well, well -"

Harry's eyes widened, and his sight passed Uncle Vernon, who was as fat as a wall. In a corner of the station, not far from them, a man dressed in hippie clothes was leaning against the wall. The man was wearing a pointed hat, covering most of his face, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

The man pushed the hat away, revealing Sirius's brilliant smile: "Harry, you really make me sad when you say that..."

"Sirius!" Harry shouted in surprise.