On the morning before the start of the school term, Felix sat leisurely in a private room of the Leaky Cauldron, eating breakfast and flipping through the newspapers of the day.

"Tsk, Sirius Black, how come he's been on the front page for so many days?"

Felix stared at the man in the photo, his face was sunken and his long black hair was tangled. He had waxy skin and looked a bit like a vampire.

The newspapers spared no words to recount his crimes over and over again, including supporting the mysterious man, and after being forced into a corner, he blew up half a street, killing thirteen people, and is currently on the run.

In the red bold font, the words "extremely dangerous" and "the most notorious prisoner" appeared many times.

"Escape from Azkaban, is that difficult?" Felix took a sip of coffee and spent two seconds simulating the scene.

The first step is to take out the spare wand, and then, um...

'The premise is not true, why did you put me in?'

'But at least it explains why Fudge is so nervous about Harry. '

At this moment, Harry yawned and walked down the stairs. Dobby followed him carefully, looking at Harry with a worried look on his face, as if he was worried that he would miss a step and fall down the stairs.

"Harry, Dobby, this way." Felix tilted his head at them, "Morning, Professor." Harry sat down in the empty seat opposite, and to his surprise, Dobby also sat down next to the chair.

"Dobby, don't you need to greet the guests?" Harry asked.

"Mr. Potter, Dobby resigned from the Leaky Cauldron. This is Dobby's last day here. The boss approved that I don't have to do anything."

"Oh, uh..." Harry was obviously not sober yet, and his mind didn't turn around for a while. He was stunned for a long time and said, "But where are you going?"

"Mr. Hep offered Dobby a job. Dobby is willing to help his friend! Dobby, Dobby is honored." The elf stared at Felix with a pair of big eyes.

Harry also turned his head, and Felix said briefly: "I hired Dobby and asked him to be my spokesperson to deal with some book publishing issues."

"Dobby, congratulations." Harry said sincerely.

After finishing breakfast, Felix said to him, "Harry, I won't arrange any training tasks for the last day. You have reviewed the Shield Charm, Stun Charm, and Locking Charm in the past two days. You have also learned the Binding Charm, which is more useful to you now and can give you the first-hand advantage."

Harry listened silently. He knew that this special training would come to an end.

The spell of the Binding Charm is "Quick Binding". The effect is that a thick rope shoots out from the tip of the wand to tie up the target. The advantage of this magic is that the casting distance is very long, allowing him to attack across a corridor.

He only learned it last night and could only barely cast it, but the attack distance reached 12 or 13 meters, which was already beyond most of the spells he mastered.

'I have to thank Ron for learning this magic.' Harry thought to himself. After many failures, he remembered the method Ron used to learn the Disarming Charm, so Harry asked Professor Happ to use the Binding Charm on him, hoping to "feel" its mystery up close.

Professor Hep was also very interested in this. "I've wanted to try it for a long time, but I never got the chance." As a result, he was tied up by thick ropes comparable to the devil's snare again and again, tied into an airtight cocoon, and he felt like a large Flobberworm.

After struggling desperately, he finally mastered this magic, but the price was that his whole body was bruised, as if he was hung up by the Whomping Willow and whipped for half an hour.

When mentioning the Whomping Willow, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Weasley's car. At the beginning of last year, Dobby closed the platform. In order to return to school on time, he and Ron drove Mr. Weasley's privately modified magic car across most of Britain. As a result, when passing through the Forbidden Forest, the car was overwhelmed and fell headfirst into the Whomping Willow.

Mr. Weasley was investigated for this, and he felt guilty for a long time.

Now the "culprit" not only has breakfast with him, but also becomes his friend, which makes Harry sigh at the wonders of the world.

There was a commotion outside the bar, and a large group of people suddenly poured into the bar. Most of them had red hair, carrying suitcases and cages of various sizes.

"Dad, is Harry here?" A little girl with fiery red hair asked, pulling her father's arm.

"This is the seventh time I've replied to you, yes, Ginny," her father said.

Harry already showed a surprised expression - it was the Weasley family, and next to them stood a couple who were dressed very 'Muggle', Harry was no stranger to them, they were Hermione's parents.

But nothing could attract Harry's attention more than his two good friends, and he couldn't wait to share his experience -

"Here! Ron, Hermione!" Harry waved vigorously, jumped off his seat, and ran to them.

Ron was dressed in strange clothes, full of exotic style, Hermione's skin was tanned brown, and they had bright smiles on their faces.

Ron hit Harry's chest and grinned, "Hey, Harry, did you really blow up your aunt?"

"I didn't mean to do that." Harry said. He noticed that Hermione's parents looked at him very strangely. He subconsciously explained, "I lost control. You know, the magic riot..."

But things seemed to get worse and worse. He turned his head to look at Professor Hep who was walking over and asked him for help with his eyes.

Ron also realized that he had said the wrong thing. Ginny kicked him through Percy.

Felix nodded at them and looked at Harry: "Magic riot is the product of extreme emotions. I'm surprised that you can still keep a little calm when you are out of control."

He turned to face Hermione's parents: "Hello, I'm Felix Hep, the ancient rune professor at Hogwarts, and I know a lot about the world of ordinary people."

Mrs. Granger looked at him with a smile. She had heard her daughter mention this professor. Mr. Granger looked at him in surprise, "I've seen you before. A strange guest, huh? I didn't expect you to be a professor in the school... You are too young."

Felix passed the topic over, "Yeah, the wizarding world doesn't care about that."

Hermione greeted her in a low voice, "Hello, Professor Hep."

Felix nodded at her, "Hello, Miss Granger." He turned and looked at Arthur Weasley, "Mr. Weasley, we should have corresponded before."

Arthur Weasley patted his forehead, "Yes, I asked you some questions about Muggle technology... Ah, Molly, don't be like this, it's just pure research."

Mrs. Weasley glared at her husband and said to Felix enthusiastically: "Professor Hepburn, thank you for the Christmas gift you gave Ron. To be honest, it's a bit expensive... but little Ron likes his new wand very much."

"Mom!" Ron said a little annoyed. She always called him by his nickname regardless of the occasion.

But Mrs. Weasley ignored him: "Ron kind of admires you. He even chose your class this year. And of course--" She looked at Harry and Hermione, who nodded in sync, "and these two little guys are both naughty children and a worry to us."

She rambling on, "We got the news from Dumbledore a long time ago. Arthur and I were dumbfounded and trembling with fear. We were always worried about it, but we didn't dare to write a Howler Letter for fear of affecting Ginny. After all, it's dark magic..." She spoke vaguely, "It's also about the Chamber of Secrets. Her brothers set a bad example for her."

"Mom, this can involve us too!"

"Yes, we didn't get into any trouble this summer."

The twins next to her complained desperately, and Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips and looked at them sternly. "You said, don't think I don't know what you're studying..."

Percy stood up, with his chest puffed out, and a shiny silver badge hung on it - the symbol of the male student union president, "Mom, Ginny has a brother like me as a role model."

The twins looked sour, lowered their heads and muttered.

"Student Union President, right?"

"How about changing it to Big Head Boy?"

The two of them quickly smiled knowingly.

Felix watched the interaction of this big family with interest, and when they stopped, he said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, I know them all well..."

The hunched old Tom came over, his mouth full of teeth missing, "Dear guests, it looks like you need a big table?"

He moved his fingers, and the three tables in the bar were put together, and a dozen small round stools fell next to the tables.

"Then, do you need something to eat?"

"Don't worry about me, Tom," Felix said, "I'll leave now."

He nodded slightly to everyone, "Excuse me." He turned and called Dobby, "Let's go, I need to buy you a new set of clothes."

Dobby said goodbye to Harry, and after he waved goodbye, he skipped and followed Felix.