At the dining table, Felix and Sirius continued their conversation

. "As long as Kingsley agrees, he is the nominal organizer." Felix whispered.

"I will tell him, but he may not come until tomorrow morning, you know, as an Auror of the Ministry of Magic." Sirius said, spitting out a chicken bone. The

relationship between the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic is very interesting. The two are independent of each other, but they are inextricably linked. Many members of the Order of the Phoenix are also officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Amelia Bones knew this very well, but she didn't plan to do anything. On

the one hand, it was out of respect for Dumbledore, and on the other hand, it also had a more positive practical significance. The Ministry of Magic has a complex personnel. Many wizards can get in touch with pure-blood families by turning a few corners. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Ministry of Magic is a sieve. The

anti-thief waterfall can only wash away the spell, but it cannot explore the heart.

For some important tasks such as guarding the Hogwarts Express, Ms. Bones must not only keep it strictly confidential in advance, but also carefully select the participants in order to prevent leaks.

The Order of the Phoenix has a natural advantage in keeping secrets.

After dinner, Felix estimated the time and took Hermione out of her house.

"I have set up a magic near your house," Felix said, "similar to the effect of Trace Thread. When someone casts a spell nearby, I will get the news immediately. And the situation is not so serious at the moment. Voldemort is adopting a shrinking strategy. You don't have to worry about the comfort of your family."

"I understand." Hermione nodded lightly, but there was still a thick sadness hidden in her eyebrows.

"You look worried, Miss Granger." Felix pointed to a bench under a lush sycamore tree, "Why don't you sit over there? I rested there at that time." He was referring to the time when he came out of the Department of Mysteries. Hermione easily understood what he meant.

"Professor"

At this time, the two sat on the bench, looking at the people passing by and walking in the Muggle community from time to time.

Felix turned his head slightly, facing Hermione's direction, staring at the beautiful sunset.

"Can wizards and Muggles really not coexist?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"What do you think?" Felix said gently.

"I think," Hermione was reserved at first, and then she spoke incessantly, as if she had been holding back these words for a long time and had written several drafts in her heart, "Of course I hope that the two can coexist. After all, I am in the middle of them. I mean my origin. But, I read in the book, and similar homework was assigned in the History of Magic class. Wizards and Muggles had no barriers in history, but the results were not good. They were hostile to each other and had many conflicts. The vigorous witch hunt in the 14th century was just a microcosm of this background."

"That's right." Felix agreed.

"Also, many wizards choose to stay away from the crowd. The explanation in the book is that it is not to violate the Statute of Secrecy, but in fact, this phenomenon existed long before the implementation of the Statute of Secrecy. There is also a saying that wizards look down on Muggles and can't stand their smell, but..." "

Sounds like the self-consolation of losers?" Felix smiled.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still nodded imperceptibly, "But shouldn't wizards have the upper hand? After all, they have magic?"

"Well, this question is more complicated. Let me try to explain it. You can look at it from the social structure of wizards. A mature wizard is equivalent to a miniature society. He can use magic to meet most of his needs. This results in wizards being far less closely connected than ordinary people. In other words, it is difficult to organize them and work towards a common goal. As far as I know, the last person who did it is still imprisoned in Nurmengard."

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Hermione asked in a low voice. The name seemed to have magical power.

"That's right, but he also took advantage of people's dissatisfaction with the Statute of Secrecy." Felix said calmly: "Besides, you overlooked a very crucial point. Magic is rare in the real world, but quite common among wizards."

"Isn't that a matter of course?"

"Of course not." Felix said in a tone of academic discussion, "I have come into contact with some occult societies, and they regard magic as very... well... perhaps the word 'sacred' can be used to describe it? Do you think they can imagine that real wizards would use magic to wash clothes, cook, make fire and water flowers?"

Hermione frowned and thought seriously.

"So, um, wizards are used to using magic to solve all kinds of troubles, and daily life magic is the mainstream?"

"They are civilians, or pragmatists, but definitely not soldiers." Felix summarized briefly, "Magic is not a weapon in their hands, but a tool, at least for most wizards. So when faced with emergencies, they will not make a better choice because of magic, especially children. In order to protect their families, wizards choose to give in." "

But there are exceptions," Hermione said affirmatively: "The fortune teller Wendelin in the fourteenth century liked to be burned very much. He allowed himself to be caught by people in various disguises as many as forty-seven times."

"In that era, 'unattached' wizards always lived more freely." Felix said.

The two sat quietly for a while until the sky gradually darkened, casting shadows on the ground. They watched a young couple go out for a walk, and their child, who was probably only one or two years old, was stumbling in front.

"Professor, when did the word Muggle appear?" Hermione asked again after the family passed.

"Ah, this is an interesting question. I guess you want to ask if this word has a derogatory meaning?" Felix asked with a smile, and without waiting for Hermione to answer, he continued, "The specific origin is no longer traceable, and no one knows what the first wizard who said 'Muggle' was thinking, but he did take advantage, because the wizarding world did not have a unified term for 'non-magical people' at the time, so this word was accepted by more and more wizards."

"As for whether it has a derogatory meaning, it depends on the tone of the speaker. Both the Weasleys and the Malfoys use this word, but their ideas are definitely completely different. You should understand this?"

The shadow belonging to Hermione nodded.

"But in general, if you use this word in a conversation with ordinary people, it still carries a hint of wizard arrogance and disapproval. It's a very subtle difference, and perhaps only little wizards from Muggle families can understand it."

"Why is that?"

"Are you willing to be labeled," Felix asked, "especially when you don't know what the label means?"

"Of course not," she suddenly realized, "so you never used the word 'Muggle' when communicating with my parents."

"I want to reduce the communication barrier," Felix nodded slightly, "It's easier to understand if you use 'ordinary people' or 'non-magical people', but if you're standing opposite a wizard, it would be very strange and literary to say that."

Hermione understood a little. She liked the professor's approach more, which showed respect for the speaker.

"What about the first question?"

"Can wizards and Muggles coexist? I can't give an answer, Miss Granger, but I think the trend of integration is inevitable. To be more precise, I think it's only a matter of time before the wizarding world is exposed to the eyes of ordinary people."

"Oh, I see! So professor, you founded the 'Future World' company?" Hermione asked sharply.

Felix chuckled.

"I hope to establish a buffer zone, which is the natural responsibility of us Muggle-born wizards."

Hermione smiled. Although she never felt inferior to her origin, she would still feel angry and sad when Malfoy called her a 'mudblood'. From today on, if Malfoy said such words again, she would only pity him and think he was shallow and ignorant.

Although Malfoy has not said it much in the past two years.

Is it also because of the professor? Hermione thought, she regretted not being able to see this scene during the time travel. At first, she was like a shadow that shouldn't exist, out of tune with the whole world. She wandered aimlessly between the castle and grounds of Hogwarts, and even the ghosts couldn't find her.

But she also saw many secrets that she couldn't touch before.

Hermione survived the most difficult days with the food in the beaded bag, but the food would always run out. Just when she thought she would be trapped in time and starved to death like those time travelers before, the god of luck finally came.

The time converter cracked a crack.

In tension and fear, Hermione found that she had regained her physical body. She hurriedly sneaked to the kitchen to steal food. After a full meal, Hermione was in the mood to consider whether her behavior changed history or was part of the many strange rumors about Hogwarts.

A ghost who steals food?

But she was too hungry at the time to care so much. It turned out that her approach was correct. Two hours later, she was taken on a time jump and her body became almost ethereal again. Fortunately, she figured out the rules and could do something she had always wanted to do. For example, she could

send a letter.

After about a month and a half, Hermione found that she also had a physical body under normal circumstances, as if she was wearing an invisible cloak. She guessed that as she got closer to the normal timeline, she was also gradually moving towards reality. It was only a matter of time before she was discovered.

So she escaped from school and returned home, preparing to record her experience and spend the last period of time with her parents. After that... Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Felix: "Thank you, Professor."

"What?"

"Oh, I mean, I seem to have found a new goal, including the previous professor. I plan to join the Ministry of Magic after graduation." Hermione said.

"Bad news, I thought you would choose the 'Future World' company." Felix's tone was a bit headache.

"I won't give up the ancient runes either." Hermione said greedily.

...

Felix and Hermione returned to the Black mansion. Before they had said a few words, it was time to go to bed. Mrs. Weasley stopped Ron from bragging about his new broom and drove them back to their rooms.

"That's a Nimbus 2000!"

Ron and Ginny shouted in unison. But Ron immediately looked at Ginny warily, "You don't expect me to lend you my broom?"

"Stingy."

Ginny snorted, standing up proudly like a proud cat.

"Well, kids, you should go to bed early too, there will be a lot of trouble tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley said very experiencedly. "I have to wake you up early, otherwise someone will lose something again..."

She was right. The next morning, the whole house was in chaos. Mrs. Weasley and the portrait of Mrs. Black hanging in the hallway shouted at the same time.

"No magic allowed! You two idiots"

"Dirty bastards, you've tarnished my ancestral home."

Harry got dressed with a trembling heart and stuffed his toiletries into his suitcase. The others were also in a hurry. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they boarded the Hogwarts Express.

"Fred and George tried to cast a spell on the suitcase, but they almost hit me..." Ginny explained to Harry what happened in the morning.

Harry scratched his head, not knowing how to face Ginny alone. Just now, Ron and Hermione went to the prefect's compartment. "Uh, are you okay?" As soon as he said that, he felt terrible.

"I'm fine." Ginny smiled. They carried their luggage all the way to find an empty compartment. Not far in front of them was a girl with messy, dirty, waist-length blonde hair. "I saw Luna, let's go there." Ginny said.

Harry looked up. Although he only saw a back, he immediately recognized her from the way she floated into the compartment in a trance.

They squeezed through the crowded crowd and picked up Neville on the way. "Oh, my God, Harry, I thought I was late." He said happily, "Just a little bit."

On the other side, Felix came to a front carriage. He opened the door and saw several Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix sitting quietly inside.

"Hello."

Kingsley, Dawlish, Moody, and Dedallo Digger nodded to him.

Felix chose an empty seat and sat down. It can be seen that with so many people sitting in the narrow carriage, Moody's nervousness came back. He was uncomfortable all over, his eyelids kept twitching, and his rough hands always wanted to grab something.

"Don't pull out your wand, Alastor." Dedallo Digger, who was sitting next to him, said carefully.

Felix blinked and felt that this trip had become interesting. He took out another coin and let it jump on his fingertips, and his mind was turning with it. Dumbledore's appearance late at night and the words he said to him appeared in his memory again. Well, what excuse should I find to leave then? Go find a snack cart to buy snacks?

He sighed silently, feeling that it didn't quite fit his image.