Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor Common Room. While other students were busy with their holiday homework, Harry, Ron and Hermione were having a heated discussion, busy finalizing the spells that might be used for the third project.

"We won't know the details of the third project until about a month later, but we can't wait until then to start," Hermione told them. Harry noticed that she had taken out her little notebook again. He remembered that it was full of inspiration and information that Hermione had prepared for the second project. Hermione

noticed Harry's gaze and explained, "Some spells are very useful, but we didn't have time to learn them at the time, so they come in handy now."

"What are they?" Ron asked with great interest, "I think what we have mastered so far is enough."

"No, it's far from enough," Hermione said seriously, "For example, in the 32nd Tournament, the warriors were asked to find an invisible beast based on a crude map."

"It doesn't sound dangerous," Ron said, "The invisible beast is not very aggressive."

"Oh, the danger doesn't come from the invisible beast, but from other creatures in the mountains. Besides, in the end, the warriors explored the mountains for six weeks but found nothing, and the judges had to declare them all failures," Hermione said.

"Six weeks? In the wild?" Ron shrank his neck.

"You can imagine how bad the warriors' condition is." Hermione said briefly, "They spent a longer time recuperating on average..."

Ron's body trembled visibly.

"We should indeed be fully prepared," Ron said seriously, "Any good suggestions to avoid getting lost?"

"Wild survival skills, Professor Belby has taught this knowledge; how to deal with common dangerous creatures in the wild, Professor Lupin has taught this part... There are also amplification spells, warning spells, and directional spells... I think the sharp blade is also good, which can be used to clear bushes and build temporary tents... I say, Ron, how is your Apparition practice going?"

"What?" Ron was surprised and swallowed nervously.

"Don't look at me like that, you haven't practiced since the end of the last school year, have you?" Hermione asked, staring at his face.

"Oh, uh," Ron stammered, "I succeeded twice, remember?"

"That was last year, if you haven't practiced since then..." Hermione looked at him sternly.

"What about you?" Ron couldn't help but ask back.

"I already knew it," Hermione said, "Of course, I can't use it as well as Harry..."

Ron looked at her dejectedly, "So, I have one more task than you? Harry, I need your help, Harry?"

Harry looked up from the book "Famous Wizards and Their Patronuses" with a sleepy expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked curiously.

"The professor asked me to find time to practice the Patronus Charm more." Harry yawned and said.

"The Patronus Charm? Why?"

Harry shrugged, "The professor said this magic has great potential to be tapped."

...

After about a week, the number of people in the Ministry of Magic gradually increased, and the staff returned to work one after another.

Felix's special training was also on track. The Aurors and strikers who were the most advanced had begun to try to merge the Fire Rune and the Fiery Charm. At this point, the difficulty has become the control of magic power and the timing of the fusion of the two, which is not a difficult task for the elites of the Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley and Dawlish succeeded first. For them, the power of a single spell may not be a big deal, but they are facing an entire magic system.

Everyone took this rare opportunity very seriously, and Felix quietly spread his influence to the most important force in the Ministry of Magic.

He reviewed his experiences over the past few days. There was no conflict during lunch with Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour did not even mention Yaxley. He just took out a letter of appointment as a consultant to the Ministry of Magic.

"Honorary consultant? What's the use?" Felix asked as he flipped through the contents. He did not find anything like a magic contract.

"An additional income, and the right to advise and supervise on certain matters." Scrimgeour said in a tempting tone, "If you plan to go into politics, this will be an important qualification."

Felix shrugged and took it.

One afternoon, Felix explained the meaning of the 'flow' rune again to everyone. Professor Marchbank found him and asked him to attend a meeting.

When Felix walked into the meeting room on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, it was already full of people. These people wore purple robes with an exquisite silver "w" embroidered on the left chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, and some did not hide their inner curiosity.

His eyes quickly swept over these wizards, and his gaze lingered on Dumbledore's half-moon glasses and the dark yellow-green round top hat on Fudge's desk.

Wizengamot... Felix had a vague guess. He walked calmly to the empty seat next to Professor Marchbank, lowered his head and whispered, "What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing!" Professor Marchbank said loudly, and she looked across, "Dumbledore, can we start?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said happily. Fudge's expression seemed very uneasy. He picked up a striped handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore opened a document on the table, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, convene all wizards of the Wizengamot to discuss and decide on Griselda Marchbank's proposal to decide whether to agree to absorb Felix Hep as one of us."

The wizards present were talking about it.

Felix smiled slightly, leaned back in his chair, and waited quietly. After a few minutes, the discussion gradually subsided, and Dumbledore spoke again, "Please ask the initiator of the proposal to state the reasons."

The short Professor Marchbank stood up, straightened her hunched body, and said loudly: "Each of you has a piece of information in front of you, so I will only talk about the key points. Felix Hepp has made outstanding contributions in many fields, and he deserves to be one of us!"

"After Felix Hepp took over as the professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts, he demonstrated superb teaching and academic standards for two consecutive years. You can look at the transcript, on pages 15 and 16-"

There was a rustling sound in the conference room, followed by a few suppressed exclamations from the crowd.

"This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" said Professor Marchbank. "Just before this, I went to the school to investigate with Hedstrang Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Magical Runes Association. I can guarantee that none of the information mentioned above is false!"

"We believe that you will not exaggerate in this matter, Professor Marchbank." Amelia Bones, who was sitting next to Fudge, said. She wore a monocle and her voice was loud and deep. She comforted Professor Marchbank and then looked at Felix with an inquiring look.

"Then let me continue - Felix Happ has made remarkable achievements in the field of memory treatment. The program he developed has become the most effective means of treating memory damage at St. Mungo's. Many patients who were deemed incurable by therapists have recovered their health. Ms. Dorothea Boreham can testify -"

"Ahem!" A voice came from the corner, and Dorothea Boreham, the former headmaster of St. Mungo's, said seriously: "I can testify that, in fact, the data about the patients in the file was provided by me."

There was another sound of flipping files, and this time no one raised any objections. Felix won the Order of Merlin for this contribution. Everyone knew about it, and they just wanted to see more details.

The meeting continued -

"Felix Happ quelled the riots at the Quidditch World Cup and restored the reputation of the Ministry of Magic." Professor Marchbank said loudly, and the echoes around him became louder. Fudge muttered with an unsightly expression.

Professor Marchbank said loudly, "I didn't see any commendation afterwards. This matter is completely worthy of a Merlin medal."

Fudge wiped his sweat and had to explain, "Well, I think... at that time we were busy investigating and collecting evidence. The Ministry had detained hundreds of troublemakers, most of whom were from abroad. We had to handle them carefully... otherwise it would easily lead to international disputes..."

Professor Marchbank snorted loudly.

"Also - the center of recent public opinion is familiar to you. Felix Hep has demonstrated the new value of ancient magic runes. We have reason to believe that his contribution is comparable to the creation of a new magic system!"

"Griselda... this matter still needs to be discussed," Fudge said, fiddling with the documents in his hand uneasily, "Of course, I don't disagree... it's just that it's too early, and we need to observe for a few more years..."

Marchbank ignored him, she closed the documents in her hand, looked around eagerly, "I think these are enough. Now I only have one question, what reason do we have to refuse such a person to join the Wizengamot?"

The meeting room became quieter, and they looked around, as if waiting for others to express their opinions.

At this time, Amelia Bones looked up from the documents, "I have a few questions for Mr. Felix Hepp, just out of curiosity... It has little to do with the theme of this meeting, and it will not affect my consent for him to enter the Wizengamot."

"Ms. Bones, I am sitting here to answer questions." Felix said.

"I heard that the Patronus Charm is one of your best spells? Have you defeated hundreds of Dementors?"

The wizards around began to whisper, and many of them showed admiration.

"That's right."

"You also mastered some magic to destroy Dementors? Is it ancient magic?"

"Well, you can think so." Felix nodded slightly, at least the Zooming Charm is ancient magic.

"Then do you know that they are employees of the Ministry of Magic?" Amelia Bones looked at him sternly.

"Yes, I also know that they have lost control more than once," Felix said calmly, "Not counting the two times in Hogwarts, even in Azkaban, there have been similar vicious incidents." His words attracted a noisy discussion.

"Is it true?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"That's true," said Ms. Bones in agreement. "I have always been against using Dementors to guard wizard prisons. This practice is tantamount to--"

"Ahem!" Fudge coughed violently. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have gone off topic. The practice of choosing Dementors as guards of wizard prisons has been going on for hundreds of years. In most cases, they have performed their tasks excellently. Occasionally, some mistakes can be forgiven."

"Excellent? Excellent!?"

Professor Marchbank stared at Fudge, as if he wanted to quarrel with him.

Dumbledore asked at the right time: "Before the formal vote, does anyone have any questions?"

"I have a question." A wizard raised his hand and asked with a smile: "Can I ask for my granddaughter when the Emerald Crown of Future World Company will be on sale?"

Many people laughed softly.

At this time, Fudge signaled a witch with his eyes. Dolores Umbridge secretly groaned in her heart. She hesitated for a few seconds, but still couldn't give up the temptation to return to the center of power.

"It's like this," she said in a coquettish voice, and several people around her immediately frowned, "I admire Mr. Happ's creation of Future World. As we all know, it has become the largest company in the entire British wizarding world. It currently has about -" She quickly glanced at the parchment on the table, "One hundred and forty-seven people?"

"You know better than me, the boss of the company. You've worked so hard." Felix said calmly, scaring Umbridge to shiver.

Her face was full of sweet smiles. "I'm very curious... why are they hiring so many people? As far as I know, this company is still hiring. At this rate, in about two or three years, the number of people at Future World will exceed that of the Ministry of Magic..."

"Well," Felix said calmly, "because it hasn't met my expectations yet."

"Expectations? Excuse me, do you expect to exceed the Ministry of Magic?"

"I don't care about that," Felix said, "You may have forgotten, Umbridge, that Future World is not the largest company in the UK."

"Excuse me? I can't think of anything else--"

"Gringotts." Felix spat out a name, and Umbridge's expression was as if she was forced to swallow a fly.

The expressions of the wizards in the conference room eased.

"I position Future World as a multinational company, and the company's blueprint has never been limited to one or two countries, but has spread to every wizard gathering place in the world." Felix said, "In places you can't see, all employees of the company are working towards a common goal."

"This common goal is...?" Umbridge held her breath.

"It's printed on the flyer of Future World," Felix said slowly, "It seems that you haven't done your homework carefully enough."

Umbridge stopped talking.

"Well, let's vote by raising our hands," Dumbledore said, looking around. He was the first to raise his hand.

A few minutes later, the proposal for Felix to enter the Wizengamot was passed unanimously.

"Very good," Dumbledore said happily, "Then, please take your seats, new members of the Wizengamot, and we will begin the second topic, which I will propose myself--"

Fudge's face suddenly trembled, not because of fear, but anger. He stared at Dumbledore with his eyes wide open, his fat and thick fingers twisted. Dumbledore acted as if he didn't see it. He calmly stated his agenda: "About the return of Voldemort, and the upcoming Second Wizarding War."