Near dusk, Felix and Lupin came out of the headquarters of the Future World Company. Since there were branches for selling specific products, this vertical castle building was named the headquarters of the company, which was responsible for research.
Felix planned to open sales outlets of the company all over the world, just like Gringotts Bank. Many British wizards actually didn't know that Gringotts had branches in different countries. They thought it was the only one.
The two looked at the store from a distance. It was almost completely dark. There were two fire dragons floating at the door of the Future World - Diagon Alley Store. Whenever someone passed by, they would spit out a large amount of white light like flames, causing everyone to scream.
"Fudge has sent the ticket. You were not there at the time, so I took it for you." Lupin said softly.
"Yeah."
...
Felix returned to his residence in London and visited some friends. Then one morning, he Apparated in a foggy forest. This was a place specially designated by the British Ministry of Magic for Apparition.
"Go in that direction, and remember to register at the gate." An exhausted old wizard said weakly. At this time, there was another crackling sound not far away, and a South American wizard dressed like a peacock appeared and spun, bumping into the tree next to him.
The old wizard from the Ministry of Magic muttered something that sounded a bit like the pronunciation of "silly bird". Felix followed the direction he pointed out and walked out of the forest. From the hazy fog, he saw a gentle slope that stretched upward. In the fog, strange-shaped blocks continued to extend along the hillside - they were tents set up by wizards who came in advance.
Around the Quidditch World Cup stadium, the Ministry of Magic prepared more than a dozen footholds for wizards to watch the game in batches. Naturally, the lower the ticket price, the earlier they came.
Felix came to a stone house. A man stood at the door with a dazed look on his face and indifferent to everything. Felix saw that he was the only ordinary person in this large area, and he had just been cast into the forgetfulness spell.
"Hello, sir?"
"Hello, I'm Roberts," the man said calmly, "Tell me your name and pay the money."
...
Felix walked through the tents. Not far from the entrance of the camp, there were patrol officers from the Ministry of Magic. They were responsible for maintaining order in the entire camp and acting as law enforcers. "You!" A law enforcer from the Ministry of Magic shouted, "What's the matter with the chimney on the tent?" The reprimanded wizard refuted strongly, "I didn't violate the confidentiality regulations, Muggles do the same!"
"Are you sure?" The law enforcer was a little confused, "Your tent is different from others..."
The colleague next to him whispered, "I have seen it too, you may have made a mistake."
So the two left, leaving the victorious wizard to continue fiddling with his tent. Felix walked through the area carefully, and his vision gradually widened. He found that the patrol officers of the Ministry of Magic actually only focused on the tents near the edge of the site. After walking a distance, various tents with "magic traces" began to compete with each other.
A crooked tent that looked like it was glued together by a child stood firm in the wind. Seven or eight feet away was a normal-sized tent, but on its side, there was a moving poster of a football star, about thirty years old, with a gloomy face.
"Why are there some extra things?" a familiar voice shouted.
Then came Hermione's voice: "Oh, my God, those are the supporting poles!"
"Can it be used? Will it collapse suddenly?" This was Sirius' voice.
Felix looked in the direction of the voice. Several children of the Weasley family gathered together, looking at the two adults in the middle of the venue - Mr. Weasley and Sirius, who were lying on the ground, checking what was wrong.
"Hello, do you need help?" Felix said with a smile.
Sirius raised his head from the ground, feeling very bad. He immediately stood up, pulled out his wand, pointed it at the loose tent, and it immediately jumped up and assembled itself.
"Well, you are right, although - although we have lost a lot of fun." Mr. Weasley also got up from the ground.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley."
"Hello, Professor Happ," Mr. Weasley said, his expression was a little stiff. He looked at the children with concern, "Children, put down your luggage and make your beds. We may stay for a few days."
He pulled Felix to the side, and Sirius looked around and followed.
"Professor Happ, I heard Harry say that you taught him Apparition?" Mr. Weasley said tangledly: "It's not that I have any doubts about your teaching, I just think-uh, don't you think it's too early?" "
Too early? Mr. Weasley, I don't quite understand."
"The Ministry of Magic stipulates that Apparition must be learned at least in the sixth grade, and it must also undergo rigorous examinations. I heard from my friends in the Reversal of Contingencies Group that various serious splits... Actually, actually, I hope it can be one or two years earlier, but Harry was only in the third grade at that time..."
"Harry has the potential." Felix said.
"Many adult wizards are not good at this magic." Mr. Weasley said anxiously, wiping his bald forehead with a handkerchief.
They didn't notice that the noisy voices in the tent had quieted down, and a crack appeared in the tent, with pairs of bright eyes looking over here.
"Mr. Weasley, I've always felt that Apparition should be included as one of the hard standards for students to graduate," Felix said with a smile, not caring much about his attitude, "I've already proposed this suggestion to Dumbledore, and it is expected to be implemented this year."
"Graduation standards?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise, his attention was diverted. In fact, he was not entangled in the problem of Apparition, but was worried that Felix was eager to make achievements and hurt Harry, so he reminded him tactfully.
He didn't know that Ron and Hermione were also secretly learning from them, but today when he was looking for the key to the door at Weasel Hill, he heard it from Sirius. He thought that Sirius had taught Harry privately, but when he asked, he found out that it was Professor Happ in the school.
"That's right, several magics should be included in the category of must-master. If you fail, you will be sent back to retake the course and will not be allowed to graduate." Felix said in a relaxed tone.
Harry and Ron, who were eavesdropping on the side, exchanged glances with each other. Fred and George pressed on them, standing higher, causing Ron to complain quietly, "Don't squeeze!" Hermione and Ginny squatted down, the lowest position, and looked out through the two rivet holes.
At the other end, Sirius asked with great interest: "Can you tell me what magic there is?"
"It's not decided yet," Felix said, "but I think--" he counted on his fingers, "Apparition, Disillusionment, Disarming, Armor, Safeguard, Muggle Repelling, Healing, these should be the most basic. There may be more specific divisions, related to career choices..."
Mr. Weasley's attitude improved a lot, and he said thoughtfully: "Is it targeted training before joining the job? It sounds good. Many new graduates still have a lot to learn. Even when I entered the Ministry of Magic..."
Sirius grinned. From his understanding of Felix, maybe Felix was guarding against the coming of the wizard war. He glanced at the tent and waved his hand secretly. His godson was too careless and half of his head was exposed.
...
"So this is why you taught Harry? Do you think all wizards should master it?" After Mr. Weasley left, Sirius found an opportunity and asked in a low voice.
They were standing in front of the tent, watching the wizards coming and going from all over the world. A red-faced wizard in a Scottish skirt was holding a flamingo and a huge pot in his hand.
"Actually, he asked for it himself." Felix said calmly.
"You can refuse," Sirius reminded him, "Like Arthur said, he is not old enough and can't even pass the certificate."
Felix looked at him teasingly: "I am only responsible for teaching, I can't control their situation outside of school. Maybe... we should expect the guardians of young wizards to set an example and give appropriate guidance?"
Sirius had a dark face. After knowing that Harry mastered the Apparition, his first thought was to take him to travel around, and he really did it.
He did not continue the topic and looked back at the tent carefully. Mr. Weasley took out a kettle and two stew pots from the backpack he brought. The children were busy making their beds. Sirius said cautiously, "Do you know about the sequelae of the curse scar?"
"Why do you ask..." Felix looked at Sirius, then followed his line of sight to see Harry, "Is it Harry?"
"Yes," Sirius said briefly, glancing at the wizard in a Scottish skirt. Two law enforcers from the Ministry of Magic were eyeing the bird he brought. "The scar on his forehead suddenly hurt, and he had a nightmare. He said he dreamed of Voldemort... I don't know much about this."
Sirius briefly told him what he knew, and Felix frowned, "What did he dream of Voldemort like?"
"I didn't see it clearly."
"Besides Voldemort?"
"There should be others, but Harry forgot. You know, the more details you recall about dreams, the less you can remember. Maybe Voldemort is plotting something in secret again, and he has an assistant! That's why I came to ask you. I hope this is just an accident, a dream. Aren't you a healer?"
"I'm not." Felix sighed, "If there is something wrong with his memory - well, you know what I mean, you should go to St. Mungo's Spell Injury Department."
Sirius' words were full of worry, "I'm worried about causing unnecessary trouble. Maybe the influence of the spell is still lingering. The Killing Curse... There has never been a precedent, and Harry didn't escape by his own strength, but relied on Lily's magic."
He briefly revealed some information, mainly the ancient magic that Lily cast, including its effect and cost. Felix had actually heard similar statements, but Sirius described it in more detail.
"So that's how it is. I suggest you talk to Dumbledore. He has many secret channels to get information, and maybe he can find out Voldemort's movements."
Neither of them spoke. The wizard with the flamingo was stopped. The law enforcers of the Ministry of Magic suspected that he was suspected of smuggling precious magical animals. Although the two law enforcers did not know this big bird with bright rose-colored feathers, they still politely asked the wizard to go.
"This is a flamingo! Do you know about flamingos? It is not a magical animal... It has no relatives with the phoenix!" The wizard shouted angrily and was carried away.
Sirius suddenly asked: "Is it really not a magical animal?"
"No." Felix said affirmatively.
"Why don't you explain it?"
"It will be clear eventually, maybe they will become friends."
In the tent, the children began to talk about their experiences. The Weasley twins mentioned the Epcot company where they stayed for half a summer vacation. "It's so cool!"
Fred sighed and said: "We have made a lot of friends. Think about it, there are dozens of like-minded people-"
"Compared to them, we are just a small fight." George said.
"Don't say that. We have successfully marketed the couple's mirror. Professor Lupin said it will completely change the wizarding world."
"Did you sell it?" Harry asked in surprise.
"No, we signed a two-year cooperation agreement until we graduate." Fred said with a smile, "We will use the store of Future World Company to sell it. We don't have to worry about it. There are dividends every month-"
"There is enough money to do other research!"
George also said happily: "After graduation, we can save a lot of money. Then we can buy a store in Diagon Alley directly."
"Even the name is chosen-"
"Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" The two raised their arms and cheered at the same time.
Mr. Weasley on the side sighed. Professor Lupin visited the Burrow and insisted on signing the agreement in front of him and Molly. The conditions given were extremely favorable. They really couldn't think of a reason to refuse.
"See you later."
Felix said goodbye to them and came to a large tent in the camp. Lupin stood in front of the entrance, hung a sign, and stepped back two steps to look at it carefully.
"It's a little crooked." Felix suddenly said beside him, and Lupin was startled. The wand hidden in his sleeve sprayed a cluster of red sparks. He looked around, and when no one was paying attention, he made a quick stroke with his right hand, and the sign was immediately stuck to the tent straight and straight.
The two looked at the sign with "Future World" written on it together. Lupin whispered, "The people from the Ministry of Magic suggested that we use magic as little as possible. After all, this is the territory of Muggles. There is a small village less than ten kilometers away."
At this time, two young men came out of the tent. Clemmy wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Re-arrange the box. My God, it's like a big warehouse inside. Oh, Professor Hepp, you are here too-"
"Hello, Mr. Hepp." The blond young man next to her said. He was a clerk at the sales outlet of Future World Company in Diagon Alley. His name was Arik McGee.
"Hello." Felix nodded at them. He called Clemmy aside, "How have you been these days?"
"Not bad," said Clemmy excitedly, "especially the memory stone basin. I took some time to listen to the parts I didn't understand before, but there are no more courses..."
She was talking about the teaching aids Felix used when he taught ancient magic in the Magic Club last school year. He made it by imitating the Pensieve, but during the holidays, Felix moved it to the company and modified it for employee training.
Felix said, "It's for employees who are interested in making up lessons. The content is not too deep."