Chapter 388 Six Letters

The next day in the Ancient Magical Writings class, Felix was surprised at how absent-minded Harry and his friends were. He wondered if he had put too much pressure on them, so he consoled them at the end of the class.

In the evening, he received an owl letter.

He opened the letter, and the envelope still had a faint scent of men's perfume. Its owner was

Mr. Hepp, the director of the Werewolf Registry of the British Ministry of Magic. Hello.

As of the first ten months of this year (early November), the number of werewolves registered in the Werewolf Registry in the UK has increased by 20% year-on-year, and the entire department is excited! Such gratifying results are inseparable from the promotion and temptation of wolfsbane potion. Thanks to the outstanding contributions of Mr. Belby and Professor Snape, I dare to assert that within ten years at the latest, werewolves in the UK will be effectively controlled. At that time, I will submit a report to the Wizengamot and apply for Professor Snape to be awarded an Order of Merlin...

Regarding the riots in the Quidditch World Cup, the Ministry of Magic defines it as riots. Most of those masked wizards are from pure-blood families. Their actions are simply a shame for everyone. I can assure you that my family and I will never be that kind of people.

Among those masked wizards, two were sentenced to three months and six months in prison in Azkaban respectively. They admitted that they were the masterminds of the accident. One proposed to march in the camp after drinking, and the other woke up the poor Muggle Robert family with despicable means...

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Other participants were sentenced to a large fine, but because of some political obstacles, their names were hidden. I don’t know more than what you get from the newspaper, just the names of the two main messengers, Amycus Carrow and Walton McNeill. '

Felix put away the letter calmly.

In the next two days, owls flew in from all over the world, first from the UK, then from France, Europe, and finally from other continents.

Felix opened the second letter, which was from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Felix had previously taken time out to train a group of doctors, including this young therapist.

'Dear Mr. Hepp, hello!

This is the fifth communication between us. Thank you for not laughing at my stupid questions and generously answering them.

Most of the patients with memory damage who were diagnosed as incurable have now recovered their sanity and can live independently. Five of them were taken back by their families for recuperation and only need to come once a week. The other two seriously ill patients still need to stay in the hospital for observation. Please forgive us for our limited ability and that we can never achieve the recovery level of Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom.

This is true about what you asked about. Old Crabbe and Old Goyle suffered serious penetrating injuries, but the two families kept it a secret. They used their connections to invite a retired old therapist to treat themselves. What they didn't know was that the healer was my uncle. I didn't want to admit my relationship with him in front of others. My uncle was originally very skilled, but he was addicted to alcohol. When he was mixing a potion, he mistakenly used scurvy for ginger root. You can't imagine what the lady who came to treat scabies on her face that day ended up like... Anyway, he left the hospital sadly because of this incident, and there were still scratches on his neck from the patient who suddenly became manic.

Enclosed with this letter is the diagnosis report I exchanged from my uncle, with two pints of single malt whiskey! That old trough horse!

I wish you a happy life and a smooth work again.

In addition, I became good friends with your portrait in the hospital. I asked one of my painter patients to draw a candy house on the portrait, and he liked it very much!

In addition, I collected clippings of you at the Quidditch World Cup, which are on my desk.

The third letter came from the Ministry of Magic. There was no signature, only a long list of more than thirty names. Felix pulled it out and read it carefully, remembering these names, with a mocking smile on his face.

The fourth letter was a reply from Damocles Belby. His handwriting was rather sloppy, and the envelope still smelled of potions.

'Felix,

if you hadn't reminded me, I might have overlooked the issue of the wolfsbane potion. Forgive me for focusing on other potions recently...

After your reminder, I went to the Extraordinary Apothecary Association to inquire. The wolfsbane potion authorized by the Ministry of Magic is currently selling steadily. The Ministry of Magic has recruited a group of werewolves to work. They are all dirty and tiring, but they are definitely better than before... There are still a considerable number of stubborn werewolves living in seclusion in the fields. No one knows the specific movements of these werewolves, even they themselves are not clear. They may be in the UK today and cross the channel to France tomorrow...

As far as I know, other European countries have found the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, hoping to help them connect and persuade the British Ministry of Magic to share the formula of the wolfsbane potion, especially the version improved by Severus and I. Fudge has been busy with this matter recently, and he can't be seen all day. These are all told to me by the vice president of the Apothecary Association, and the public is still unaware of them.

There is another thing worth sharing.

When I visited the vice president of the association, I met my old dean, Professor Slughorn. He still knows how to enjoy life. When I gently advised him to eat less candy and preserves, he told me that this was the greatest pleasure in his life. '

The fifth letter came from the French Auror Maxwell Corbett.

He and Felix had crossed paths during the summer vacation two years ago. There was a misunderstanding at that time, but the two had a good relationship after the misunderstanding was resolved.

'Dear Felix Hepp,

I am glad that you wrote to me.

If you want to know about the security in France, it is most appropriate to find an Auror like me who is on the front line. I can only say that it is still the same... Those dark corners, I can't figure out why you are interested in them. Are you going to write a book?

To be honest, I didn't read your first few Muggle books carefully. When the Ministry issued them, I stuffed them into the cabinet. I found out when I was cleaning up recently that a bag of civet cat food inside had rotted. By the way, I found your book, which also solved a puzzle for me. That day at the French Muggle University, when my nephew reported suspicious people to me, I felt that your name sounded familiar, and he might have mistaken you for a foreign dark wizard...

Let's get back to the point. The werewolves in France are relatively stable, and there is no plan to migrate. I am looking forward to that day. Of course, it doesn't have to be to the UK, going south or north is also good (please don't make the content of this letter public, otherwise it will cause me trouble). In addition, there are vampires and dark wizards. They are fighting for a mine in southern France. I told the informant to wait and see, and wait for the final closing. Maybe when we meet again, I will be the director of the Auror Office.

In addition, my nephew Karami also chose to become an Auror, and is currently learning skills from me. When I wrote this letter, he was peeking at the side and was driven out by me.

Finally, the photos at the Quidditch World Cup are cool. "

The fifth letter is from the director of the Muggle Problem Handling Agency under the Swiss Ministry of Magic

"Felix, I'm glad to hear from you. Your suggestion last time was very constructive. I made some minor revisions and submitted it. It's working well now. I wonder what else is in your head...

I saw the photos reprinted from the British Daily Prophet. I can't believe that such a vicious case happened in the World Cup. If it were handed over to us, we would never cause such a mess.

Regarding your question, I learned from my colleagues that the giant tribe is still hiding safely in the mountains, with no signs of migration. Of course, I can't be 100% sure. If the observers get too close, the giants will run towards them and throw stones.

I have attached the address of the giant tribe. If you plan to explore it, please be careful."

When Felix was having breakfast on Friday morning, he received the sixth letter. It was from Lucius Malfoy. This letter was the shortest, without a beginning or an end, with only a time and a place.

'November 4th, Friday at 11pm, meet at the top of the highest peak outside Hogwarts.'

He wiped off the writing and spread a layer of jam on the bread. He still had a day of classes to go to today.