Before leaving, Felix gave her a small gift.

"What is this?"

"A reclining chair with some interesting magic attached. It's very comfortable to sit on." Felix explained, "It's one of the new products of Epcot. I heard from Remus, oh, Mr. Lupin who manages the company, that you once sent a letter asking about the size of the product and whether you accept customization... so I brought it here."

After he left, Madame Maxime and Fleur stared at the small box in a daze. At this moment, the box had been opened, and a capsule-shaped gadget was spread on the red velvet inside.

"I should have asked clearly..." Madame Maxime murmured.

"You also wrote a letter to Epcot?" Fleur asked with a strange look in her eyes.

"Isn't it possible?" Madame Maxime snorted, "Didn't you also collect two small magic lamps at the light show?"

Fleur stuck out her tongue, picked up the capsule, and looked at it carefully for a long time, but she had no clue. She handed it to Maxim, and Madame Maxim stroked its surface. "Huh? This magic is not stable, it seems to be one-time."

She took out her wand and tapped it lightly. The capsule made a "click" sound and cracked from the center. Madame Maxim threw it aside.

"Bang!"

A blue and bronze chaise lounge suddenly appeared in the open space of the restaurant. It looked at least three times larger than a normal chaise lounge, a bit like a bed with a backrest and armrests, at least from Fleur's perspective.

But she didn't dare to say so, she urged Madame Maxim to try.

When the lady with a scary big frame leaned her body on the chaise lounge, a layer of colorless and transparent air cushion suddenly appeared on the surface of the chair. "Huh? It's so comfortable, as if I'm sitting on the clouds. The name 'Cloud Chair' is really appropriate..."

Madame Maxim's face showed an intoxicated expression, which made Fleur feel itchy.

After a long time, she stood up from the recliner and said with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction: "There should be a lot of useful spells in it. The power is not great, but when combined, it makes the person lying on it extremely relaxed, as if all troubles are forgotten. It's really a good thing."

Fleur's eyes were shining with stars, "Can I buy it? With this little thing," she pointed to the palm-sized box on the table, "I only need an owl to send it over, right?"

"You also heard that the product has not yet been launched on the market and may have defects. I am just trying it out and will give you suggestions when the time comes." Madame Maxime said, "Put it in my private bathroom."

"Yes, Madame Maxime." Fleur responded, and she used her magic wand to direct the floating recliner to move forward. No one noticed that her eyes were flashing with eagerness.

...

"You tampered with the gift for Olim?" Hagrid widened his eyes.

"Don't say that, I will be sad." Felix sat on the sofa in Hagrid's hut, scratching Fang's chin with one hand. It hummed with comfort and drooled all over the floor.

"I didn't do anything. On the contrary, we have done the best we could. The problem is that the test version doesn't always work as expected, especially since this lady's body is different from that of an ordinary person, so the chances of problems are even greater. Currently, the selected testers will be equipped with a set of instructions, which contain simple repair methods. I just... happened to forget to give one to Madame Maxime."

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then buried his head in the product manual that Felix gave him, muttering quickly: "Softening Charm, Cloud Charm, Calming Charm, Placing Charm, Fixing Charm..." He quickly flipped through a few pages, "Maintenance Manual... List of Frequently Asked Questions..."

His eyes gradually brightened.

Felix picked up the cage containing Aragog and moved it in front of Fang. Its nose kept twitching and it sniffed the cage fiercely. The old spider inside huddled in the corner, waving its claws threateningly.

"Get away, you stupid dog, don't think I don't have much venom..." The old king of the Acromantula said in a rough voice.

"You look quite energetic." Felix said with a smile.

"I'm used to it," Aragog said. The black bristles on his body had turned grayish white, and his two large claws drooped weakly. He said sadly, "Hagrid took me to the spider's nest once, but there was no place for me there. I was driven out... I expected this day. There is a bloodthirsty instinct in the bodies of the eight-eyed spiders. If I die of old age, they will definitely eat me."

The eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest have always regarded Aragog as their king, and Aragog was raised by Hagrid. It can be said that they are much more docile than the eight-eyed spiders in the wild. Just like the Thestrals, they can barely be called domesticated creatures. But the eight-eyed spiders have nothing to do with the word docile since they were created. They are specially used to guard the wizard's treasure and the secret room...

One day, they will become more and more ferocious, and then it will be time for this group of eight-eyed spiders to disappear. However, this should be a long time later.

Felix thought about it, then looked up, Hagrid was looking at him with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

"I know what you mean, Felix, you are so thoughtful..." Hagrid choked and said, "Few people are so kind to me and think about me, even my father..." He sniffed heavily and burped loudly.

Then he began to get busy, searching for gray magical animal materials from every corner of the house, the complete skin of a T-bog with fangs, unicorn hair, the tail hook of a manticore, the wings of a flower fairy...

"I remember you needed this. These are all stocks from these years. I picked them up when I patrolled the Forbidden Forest. The T-bog fell into the trap, which was a bit off. When I found it, it had starved to death... I also found the troll's stick, which stinks terribly, but is quite handy to use... I washed it many times and used it to smash pumpkins. It's behind the door if you need it."

"Oh, Hagrid, I don't need it... Okay, I'll just take a little, just the skin of a T-bog. I can mix it with the hair of an invisible beast to make a protective jacket. Of course, I wouldn't refuse the tail hook of a manticore."

On the other side, Harry was sitting drowsily in the History of Magic class. The little wizards behaved in the same way as him, with a little confusion in their confusion, as if they had not woken up yet.

A few people, such as Hermione, were still taking notes, trying to hear one or two details that were not mentioned in the textbook from Professor Binns's wheezing and drawling voice. Harry wiped the itchy corners of his mouth and wiped off the saliva. Seamus was already snoring softly. Neville's head kept nodding, and every time it reached the lowest point, he would suddenly look up and write down what he heard with the quill in his hand regardless of anything. Then in less than ten seconds, his expression became dull again, his eyelids drooped, and he repeated the previous action.

Harry secretly pulled Neville's parchment and took a look. The latest entry was "The food in classroom 7 is delicious." He covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud. Did Neville remember it mixed up? When the class was over, he learned the answer from Hermione.

"Classroom 7 has become a gathering place for ghosts?"

"Didn't you notice that Professor Binns' voice is much more excited than usual." Hermione said seriously, "He mentioned Classroom 7 three times in class..."

"You're the only one who knows." Ron said.

"So are we still going to the library today? I think it's better to be in the common room. I don't want to see Madam Pince again. Have you noticed that she looks a bit like Filch? I mean the sunken cheeks, parchment-like skin and long hooked nose... Hey, why does she look like Snape too?"

Harry and Hermione laughed so hard that they fell over. After laughing, Hermione lectured him with a stern face, "Don't say that about her. Madam Pince takes her work very seriously."

"Yeah," Ron muttered, "she blew air behind me when I was picking books, and used a flying feather duster to chase us out when we spoke too loudly..."

"By the way, Harry!" he said excitedly, "I know Ginny won a model of the Goblet of Fire from Professor Happ, the one with flames! I wanted to borrow it to see, but she disagreed. I guess she planned to give it to you as a Christmas present. She's so biased..."

Harry didn't say anything, but Hermione said, "Impossible, she won't give it away. I heard her say she wanted to keep it well."