The next day, Felix showed up at the Ministry of Magic on time. The elevator disguised as a red telephone booth stopped on the dark floor of the Ministry's lobby. "The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day today." The cold female voice in the elevator said.

Then the door of the telephone booth suddenly opened. It might be because of the Easter holiday, the magnificent lobby was empty and very quiet. Felix saw the person waiting not far away, Tonks.

She had violet hair and a much softer nose than before. Metamorphmagus... It's amazing, Felix thought, it would be better if I could study it.

But he would not say this out loud.

"Mr. Hap, I took over this job from Kingsley." Tonks said happily, walking towards him and looking him up and down, "You just came here?"

"Otherwise?" Felix asked.

"I thought you would bring some teaching aids. Remus mentioned to me that you always have a lot of interesting inventions and ideas."

"I did bring some, and I'll show them when the time is right." Felix smiled slightly and walked towards the elevator with her. "Are you still in touch with Remus?"

"Oh, yes," Tonks said, "I like to go to the Sword Castle when I have nothing to do, on the days when it's open. Remus gave me a lot of advice. He has always been upset about knocking me out, but he didn't mean it, did he... We are going to the second floor, where Scrimgeour is waiting."

"The Sword Castle?"

"It's the headquarters of the Future World Company. It looks like a long sword stuck in Diagon Alley. We all call it that," Tonks said, fiddling with the elevator button. The elevator shook violently and started to move.

Felix suddenly found that he always got unknown information about his company from other people. He felt that this feeling was not bad. It made him think that the company was developing rapidly and its influence was expanding. Tonks on the side brought the topic back on track, "I've been saving money for the Emerald Crown recently, but I've always been lavish..."

"It's really popular with girls." Felix said with understanding.

"Oh, uh," Tonks looked a little flustered, and she quickly explained, "I don't want to wear one or two princess dresses. What I mean is that although it is really beautiful... it has six styles and can be customized. Don't you think it matches my ability?" She pointed to her face, and her soft nose quickly became angular, making her face look more delicate and sharper.

"Ding!" They arrived at the second floor.

Felix pretended to be convinced, and they came to the Auror Office, which was an open space divided into several small compartments, each belonging to an Auror. Although it was a holiday, most of the seats inside were still occupied.

The Aurors talked in twos and threes, and when Tonks led Felix in, they all cast their eyes over. Felix smelled different emotions, curiosity, admiration, suspicion, scrutiny, and one or two malicious ones.

"That's my seat," Tonks said, pointing to a small cubicle with some stickers on the wooden board. On the table were scattered several documents to be processed and a water cup. Under the water cup was a discount coupon for Future World. "

Thank you for your hard work, Tonks," Kingsley interrupted, "I will take care of the rest."

Felix felt like a piece of cargo, briefly transferred in Tonks' hands, and then taken over by a more professional person. Kingsley took him to the inner side of the open space, where there was a heavy oak door with a gilded wooden sign with Scrimgeour's name and job title on it.

"Hello, Mr. Happ," Scrimgeour stood up and said in the office. Instead of using the cane hanging on the rack, he limped out from behind the solid wood desk. He looked much more enthusiastic than last time, and his lion-mane-like hair kept shaking as he shook hands with Felix. "The Ministry has been discussing you recently. Gesilda is very optimistic about you."

Felix thought he was talking about the re-planning of the ancient runes course. "I hope everything goes well."

"Indeed," Scrimgeour said, "You have a great chance of being selected. She picked a very clever timing, and it must be admitted that Gesilda has a wide network of contacts and is a veteran of the Wizengamot. Her recommendation is very important."

Felix was a little surprised. They didn't seem to be talking about the same thing. Before he could ask clearly, Scrimgeour had already walked out of the office and shouted at the Aurors. They all stood up and walked to the door.

"Let's go to the training room," Scrimgeour said to him.

"Training room?" Felix was startled, and then quickly realized that the Aurors couldn't have no training grounds of their own.

"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the largest department in the Ministry," Scrimgeour laughed. "That's reflected in many aspects, including the number of people, the space, and of course the cost." They walked out of the door and headed in the opposite direction of the elevator. After walking through some corridors, they turned a corner in front of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department and turned into a dim, shabby corridor.

This corridor seemed to be placed like this on purpose. Felix smelled traces of magic. After walking for a few minutes, they finally reached the end of the corridor, which seemed to be a dead end. Felix saw a huge wall with a life-size portrait hanging on the wall. In the frame sat a brown-haired wizard with a scholarly look. He held a thick book in his hands and read with relish.

"Justus Pilivik, the former head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, built this training room during his tenure," Scrimgeour said.

Felix looked at the portrait for a few times. "I've seen him, on the Chocolate Frog card." The wizard in the portrait looked at him, took off his hat and bowed slightly, and asked: "Which do you think is more important, making laws or enforcing laws?"

"The latter," Felix said, "The original intention of the law is always good, but even the most perfect laws need people to enforce and interpret them."

"Interpreting the law is an art." The wizard in the portrait agreed, and he turned to make way, revealing a large dark hole.

After walking a dozen steps into the hole, the front suddenly opened up and was brightly lit. Felix squinted his eyes and swept his sight across this underground space that was larger than the Hogwarts Great Hall. There were nearly a hundred people, much more than the people he saw in the Auror's office. Felix estimated that many of these people should be strikers.

"There are only thirty-seven people in the information." He said softly.

"That's right. You only need to consider those people," Scrimgeour said. "The others are just here to watch the fun. They may stay for an hour or two and then leave. They have their own tasks."

He introduced Felix to everyone in the training room, arranged for Kingsley to be his assistant, and then hurried away.

...

Felix stood there quietly, his eyes sliding over everyone. He saw many familiar faces, but more were strangers.

At this time, Kingsley came from a corner of the venue, followed by several human-shaped targets and cushions. These things were found from a row of wooden boxes in the corner.

"Thank you, Shacklebolt." Felix said, he turned his wrist, and a black jade wand suddenly appeared in his hand. This hand attracted some attention, and he spoke calmly.

"If nothing goes wrong, I will spend less than two weeks with you."

"I will show you some of the mysteries of ancient magic runes. Time is limited, so I can only choose the most attractive part for you. I think you should have read the relevant introduction in the newspaper recently. Yes, it is the part that combines ancient magic runes with modern magic."

"Before I officially start and before I make any requests to you, I would like you to see what skills you are going to master. I think this will help us get along with each other in the future and avoid some unpleasant things..."

He quickly swung the wand, and a flash of fire flashed.

"Boom!"

A ball of golden fire exploded on the human-shaped target, and the sticky flames attached to the broken limbs, continuously making "crackling" sounds. Tonks, who was standing in the front row, felt the shockwave of the spell passing over her head. A wave of heat burned her hair, and she couldn't help smacking her lips.

"The 'Flame' rune combined with the Fire Charm," Felix explained, "This power can almost break the normal Armor Charm."

Everyone present was talking about it.

"In addition, the 'Flow' rune combined with the Armor Charm," Felix waved his wand again, and a magic barrier appeared in front of him. It was a new type of Armor Charm, no longer colorless and transparent, but with a cyan light rippling on the surface, like flowing green waves or bound wind.

"...It lasts longer than ordinary spells and has better effects." Felix said, "Does anyone want to try it?"

"Does anyone want to try it?" When he asked for the second time, Kingsley stood up. As an assistant, this is when it comes in handy. "We imitate the state on the battlefield and complete a round of attack and defense. You need to destroy my defense as much as possible."

Kingsley nodded silently, and the crowd dispersed to leave enough space for the two.

At this moment, Kingsley suddenly leaned forward, drew out his wand, and chanted a spell. The whole process was done in one go. Felix moved aside and hid behind the cyan magic barrier. With a light "swish", the spell brushed against the Armor Spell and deflected.

Kingsley strode forward, and spells flew out swiftly. Felix slightly adjusted the direction of the Armor Spell to prevent the spells from falling on the same position. Under the gaze of everyone, the cyan light of the magic barrier jumped violently, and ripples rippled on the surface. The originally damaged and cracked spells were smoothed by invisible hands.

The onlookers counted silently until the fifth spell hit the Armor Spell head-on, and it flickered and disappeared.

Many people, especially the strikers, stared at the two people with their eyes wide open. A considerable number of them even had difficulty using a complete Armor Spell. It's not that they can't use it, but it's difficult to apply it in actual combat. This is related to the law enforcement scenes they face.

The strikers are like police officers in the secular world, not special police, and they face routine law enforcement tasks. In other words, they were not facing terrorists, but wizards who had broken the law, and it was difficult for these people to muster the courage to fight against the Ministry of Magic.

The number of real dark wizards was very small, and they were usually left to the Aurors with higher comprehensive qualities. The magic world was ultimately based on peace and order, not chaos and disorder. The strikers had been living this way for years, but for some unknown reason, Scrimgeour had recently persuaded Amelia Bones and Piers Thicknesse, both high-ranking officials of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to put forward higher requirements for strikers and Aurors, one of which was to open up the path for strikers to be promoted to Aurors.

It was a recognized fact that the treatment of Aurors far exceeded that of strikers. Many people wanted to work hard in this direction.

"Teacher, professor..." A young voice broke the silence.

Felix looked at the young man and smiled: "Albert Balk?" His eyes fell on a bearded wizard. If he remembered correctly, Balk mentioned that he had an Auror uncle, and he happened to see an Auror named "David Balk" in the information.

"It's me," said the young Balk. The acne on his face when he was in school finally faded, making him look much more calm. However, he still revealed his immaturity when he spoke: "I heard that there are many spells more advanced than the Armor Charm. Why don't we learn those magics?"

His uncle stared at him, rubbing his thick fingers repeatedly, as if he wanted to teach his nephew a lesson.

Albert Balk couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Oh, Balk," Felix said gently, "There are indeed many advanced spells, but advanced means complex, and complex means precision and a high probability of error... The most intolerable thing on the battlefield is unnecessary mistakes. You will find that avoiding the use of unskilled spells is a consensus, and those who violate it will pay the price."

Albert Balk retreated back to the crowd embarrassedly.

Felix continued, "Everyone, I will focus on the most valuable spells next. I have carefully selected the Runes of Fire and Armor, and these two spells will be your first choice. In addition, if some of you learn fast enough, I don't mind giving you additional suggestions."

"Okay, let's get back to the point. I had someone pass on a document about half a month ago. If you have practiced with the rune cards in your spare time, I would be very grateful. Now, those who have mastered the Fire Rune and the Flow Rune, please stand up..."

Tonks took a step forward happily, looking around excitedly. Felix also watched silently. It was difficult for him to test the combat effectiveness of these Aurors one by one, but many things would be reflected in the details, such as the degree of self-discipline, such as execution. Just like now, among the more than 20 people who stood up, most of them were familiar faces he had seen in the information. There

may be discrepancies in the number, but these are almost the elite combat forces that the Ministry of Magic can dispatch.

No wonder Scrimgeour is so anxious, Felix thought calmly. Although I don't know the exact number, there were about 100 to 200 Death Eaters during the last wizarding war, and each of them was carefully selected by Voldemort. Together with the followers who have not been marked as Death Eaters, and the dark creatures that Voldemort has won over, their strength has surpassed the Ministry of Magic, which has been at peace for more than a decade.

"The Ministry of Magic is still unreliable." This thought flashed through Felix's mind.

(Today there is only one update of 4.2k words, which I have combined and posted. The updates have been unstable recently. Lao Han criticizes himself... I will try to update more tomorrow.)