Felix put away the newspaper. "Chi!" Valen called out.

It hasn't finished yet!

"Well, seriously, you should speed up your reading. Where are you now?"

Valen pointed at the paragraph in the middle of the newspaper with the fork in his hand.

"Snakewood staff?" Felix muttered, "I'll tell you a story about the Chamber of Secrets some other day." He continued to drink his cereal porridge, not paying attention to the various curious eyes in the hall. After finishing his breakfast calmly, he appeared in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts.

There was already a guest there.

A short, fat, bald man squeezed his bloated body into an armchair. One of his fat hands picked up a piece of frosted pineapple from the box next to him. His mouth kept chewing, and his thick silver beard like a walrus was covered with dots of frosting.

"Principal Dumbledore, I have something to report to you." Felix looked at the man calmly. He was wearing a brown and purple velvet coat, and the shiny brass buttons made a sound of being overwhelmed when he swallowed.

It was strange that he could imagine the Thestrals eating, but the Thestrals were much thinner than the wizard in front of him.

Slughorn looked at Felix casually, and suddenly stopped what he was saying. "Is it him, Albus?" he asked, looking at Dumbledore sitting opposite him. Compared with him, Dumbledore looked pitifully thin.

"Felix Happ," Felix said politely, "if you want to ask my name."

"Ah, of course, who else can be so impressive," said the wizard, jumping up from his chair nimbly, reaching into his coat pocket with his other clean hand, pulling out a soft purple velvet handkerchief and carefully wiping his fingers.

"I've always wanted to find a chance to meet you," he said, and handed his chubby hand to Felix, "the famous Felix Happ, the pride of Slytherin."

"You flatter me," Felix said, shaking his hand. When he released it, his fingers felt sticky, but he knew it was a psychological effect. He asked tentatively, "Mr. Slughorn?"

The wizard smiled, and his protruding belly shook regularly.

"Come sit here..." Slughorn asked him to sit closer to him, and said in the tone of the master of the house. Dumbledore smiled at the corners of his mouth, as if he found it very interesting. Valen jumped off Felix's shoulder, pulled Dumbledore's trouser legs, and pointed at Fawkes who was taking a nap on the shelf with his pink little hand.

"Huh?"

Dumbledore handed it a candy like a magic trick, and winked at Valen: "Sharing is the stepping stone of friendship."

"I agree with you, Dumbledore." Slughorn said, he and Felix sat side by side, retracted his body into the chair and squirmed to adjust the most suitable angle. After a long while, he sighed and leaned back on the back of the chair. "Want a piece, Felix?" He said quite enthusiastically.

"No, thank you," said Felix. "I'm allergic to sweets lately."

"I have those days too," said Slughorn, laughing, picking up another piece of cake. "I'll always be partial to a certain sweet for a while, eat a lot of it, and then not want to touch it for several years... That was when I was young. Now I prefer to have a little bit of everything."

"Very wise remarks," Felix said briefly, but it would be better if he didn't use sweets as examples. He silently watched Valen climb onto the table on his spindly legs and look at Fawkes, the phoenix, who was standing on a gilded perch. Valen stood on the table with candy in his hand and Fawkes glanced at him.

Dumbledore and Slughorn also looked at them with interest.

"Cockroach piles, some people don't like it, but it's actually quite interesting," said Dumbledore. As he spoke, Fawkes quickly poked his head out from the perch, snatched the cockroach-shaped candy from Valen's hand, and swallowed it in one gulp, making a crisp "crunch, crunch" sound.

The three of them looked away at the same time with satisfaction.

"Ah, I'll get what you want." Dumbledore suddenly said to Slughorn, he stood up and went up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

When his figure disappeared on the stairs, Felix felt Slughorn's eyes looking at him calmly.

"You are easier to talk to than I thought," he said after a few seconds, "I mean, many people have mentioned you in their letters, it's hard to believe that their opinions of you are so different."

"That's not surprising." Felix said.

"Oh, uh, you're right, everyone has different positions, I heard some rumors, such as your background... Although I don't care at all - it's true!" Slughorn said, and then he spent a considerable amount of time talking about the connections he knew, "in key positions." Many of them were wizards from Muggle families. As he said, he had no prejudice against blood.

Felix read a hobby called "collection addiction" from his expression of never getting tired of it. So Felix suggested that he write a memoir and write about all the talented students he had taught. Slughorn's face was red after hearing it, and he felt like he had met a soulmate.

"When I was the head of Slytherin, I discovered that the young wizards of Muggle origin always brought me all kinds of new ideas. It was incredible... Of course, I mean the excellent ones. From this point of view, their existence is very necessary, and they can bring fresh blood to the old-fashioned wizarding world... It's a pity that I didn't retire two years later." He stared at Felix with burning eyes, as if regretting that he had missed a treasure.

"Do you still keep in touch with those students?" Felix asked. From the few words he heard during the summer vacation, the old gentleman lived in a very remote place.

"Well, I had planned to hide and stay out of the spotlight. You know, things will get chaotic outside soon, and I can't get along with those dangerous guys, but they will definitely find me... I have a hunch," Slughorn said, "and it was at this time that Dumbledore came to me."

He looked angry, "He wanted to get something from me, oh, I can't say what it is specifically-" He shook his frosted fingers, "I've worked with him and know his character. He will never give up until he gets his goal. He also found a little guy to be his lobbyist!"

Felix smiled, he knew who that person was, it was Harry.

"I'll just say this in private. It was a despicable move on his part," Slughorn leaned over and whispered in a sincere tone. "But it was very clever. He hit my soft spot. I'm old, and my heart has become soft, especially when it comes to the child of my favorite student..." He sighed deeply, and his walrus mustache curled up comically. "By the way, she's also a Muggle-born."

"Lily is a genius, spiritual, dexterous, and knows how to give back... Since she knew my birthday, she has given me a thoughtful gift every year, never late, even after she graduated. When I read the news of her death in the newspaper, I knew that no one would give me warm knee pads anymore... Alas, in a word, good people don't live long." He muttered, picking up his handkerchief and blowing his nose heavily.

Felix hadn't figured out how to respond or whether to respond to him, but he had already smoothly changed the subject.

"You don't know how Dumbledore pried people's mouths open, right? He brought wine on my birthday, saying he wanted to celebrate for me, but he couldn't fool me. I knew what he was thinking! But I couldn't refuse a sumptuous dinner, even if the big and small ones had other purposes... The most annoying thing is that he left me alone after using me. I asked him to introduce me to the other two youngest winners of the Order of Merlin, but he kept saying that I was not a teacher at the school and couldn't disturb them... He even suggested that I write a letter!"

Slughorn looked indignant.

At this time, Dumbledore appeared in the stairs, and he spoke in an amused tone:

"Dear Horace, I am certainly not targeting you. In fact, in recent times, the media has been approaching me, wanting me to arrange their interviews, but I have rejected them all in the name of affecting their studies. I don't think it is a good thing for them to know too early that they suddenly have a group of admirers. It will confuse their little brains."

Dumbledore said, handing him a package.

"Thank you." Slughorn rarely said a word, struggling to stand up from the armchair and took the package. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, and the green flames burned. "I will come again, Dumbledore!"

Slughorn stepped into the flames, hesitated for a moment, and then took it back. He took out a small bottle from his pocket and threw it to Felix, "Please pass it to Harry Potter for me, and say it is his belated birthday gift."

He stepped into the flames, holding the package, and disappeared in a very funny way.

Felix looked at the thumb-sized bottle in his hand. It was the Felicis. He put it away casually, looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice: "Albus, I have something to tell you."

"Is it about the Elder Wand?"

"Did you also see today's newspaper?" Felix asked.

"Not just today's newspaper." Dumbledore said.

"What?"

"I contacted some friends in France, Bulgaria, Norway, and even the United States this morning. They told me that they also saw similar articles, but not today. The earliest record can be traced back to a week ago."

Felix frowned.

Voldemort's plan of killing three birds with one stone was executed very thoroughly. In his cognition, Voldemort had three purposes. The first was to cause trouble for him and prevent him from doing other things for several months; the second was to use other people's lives to test the authenticity of the Elder Wand; as for the third, Voldemort might still have a secret expectation, in case he and Dumbledore broke up because of this matter.

After all, if he stayed in school and there were always dark wizards spying on him every few days, Dumbledore might really be dissatisfied. If he were Voldemort, he could have taken advantage of the situation to control a few unlucky people to sneak into the school, and then coordinate some public opinion offensives...

But with such a big fanfare, Felix always felt that Voldemort might have other plans.

School? Ministry of Magic? Or Sword Castle? He secretly calculated in his heart.

"Voldemort finally found something for the retreating Death Eaters to do." He said sarcastically.

"This move really caught us off guard. If the news was only limited to the UK, I believe we would not be so passive... At this time, there may be many people who have illegally sneaked into the UK." Dumbledore said, "I contacted Amelia, she will come later."

Felix nodded.

"What are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked.

"Two things... First, ask Ms. Bones to clarify to the public. Her words are more convincing than mine. With her testimony, at least the British wizarding world will not be in chaos." "

That makes sense." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The second thing," Felix's eyes flashed with a strange light, "spread the word that I have a way to prove the doubts of the outside world, and welcome British wizards and 'foreign' wizards to witness it." He emphasized the word witness. At

this moment, he looked sharp.

The so-called witness is just a euphemism for challenge.

You say I have the Elder Wand, but I don't need it at all. With empty hands, I can still make all those who covet the power of the Elder Wand feel despair. Felix grinned, showing his white teeth. He actually began to look forward to that day.

"Felix..." Dumbledore paused.

"Don't worry," Felix glanced at him, "If possible, I won't take people's lives at will, but don't expect them to have an easy life." In fact, if this happened to Voldemort, the shadows in the dark would only be more envious and fearful, but it would become a trouble for him.

He seemed too low-key.

It was better in the UK. Some of his "deeds" were faintly circulated in dark corners, and no one would easily come to him.

But abroad, his name seems insignificant. Well, not necessarily, Felix thought. Many people saw him take action at the Quidditch World Cup, but he couldn't say how effective it was.

When the clock pointed to eleven o'clock, the flames in the fireplace rose high again.

Amelia Bones came out from inside, exhausted.

"You are all here," she was stunned for a moment, then spoke, "It has been confirmed that a group of people did enter the country illegally. Kingsley led the Auror team to raid Knockturn Alley and Hogsmeade and arrested more than a dozen foreign wizards, two of whom were even wanted criminals on the run in other countries."

"The number in secret will only be greater." Dumbledore said softly.

"We think so too." Ms. Bones said.

"There is something wrong with the Daily Prophet - its editor-in-chief should be under the Imperius Curse." Felix said suddenly.

"Yes, we have tried it with the anti-thief waterfall, but Barnabas Guffey doesn't remember anything, and it's hard to tell whether it's a disguise." Ms. Bones said, she paused and looked at Felix: "Mr. Hep, I want to know, the wand in your hand..."

Felix waved his hand, and a black wand flew towards her.

"I did ask Mr. Ollivander to customize a new wand - a replica of my first wand, thirteen inches, ebony, the only difference is that the wand core is replaced with my own hair." Felix said, he made a gesture of invitation.

Ms. Bones showed an apologetic expression, "Excuse me." She picked up the wand and waved it gently, but the wand did not respond at all, and even resisted her magic.

"You should be able to find its characteristics, extremely exclusive, only suitable for me." Felix said softly, he calmly opened his hand, the wand broke free from Ms. Bones's restraints, flew over spontaneously, and circled around him, while making an excited buzzing sound.

"So you should be able to judge that this is the most suitable wand for me."

Ms. Bones watched this scene in amazement and nodded subconsciously.

"Wait, your hair?" She looked at Felix with a strange expression, "Do you have the blood of magical creatures? Oh, sorry, you don't have to answer..."

Felix's face was dark. This was why he didn't want others to know the material of the wand core, especially acquaintances, such as Sirius and Severus. Although these two people have completely opposite personalities, they will definitely reach some kind of consensus on this matter-he will be laughed to death.

"The reason why I use hair is related to my unique magical path." He explained simply.

"I can testify to this." Dumbledore said.

Bones thought he was talking about unique magic and didn't ask any more questions. The three people discussed for a while and finally reached a consensus.

"Oh, by the way," Ms. Bones said before leaving, "Tonks reported to me about the large puppet guards of the Sword Castle. I walked around the entrance of the Sword Castle and felt their extraordinaryness... I wonder if the Ministry of Magic can purchase a batch of them?"

"Yes, I will talk to Remus." Felix said, "But don't have too high expectations on them. Their current defense mechanism is still relatively rigid. At most, they can exist as a restraining force."

"Can it reduce the casualties of combatants?" Ms. Bones asked.

"Of course."

"That's enough." Ms. Bones said, and she left from the fireplace.

Felix also stood up and said goodbye. He had to make some preparations in the next few days to deal with the next things. He was more optimistic. In his opinion, this was a good opportunity to promote the magic system and expand the influence of the "Future World" company. It depends on how he does it.

Valen waved to Fox, and the phoenix called proudly.

When Felix walked to the door, Dumbledore hesitated and called him from behind, "Actually, I know who the Elder Wand belongs to."

Felix turned his head and looked at him deeply.

"It's not important anymore," he said.

"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "In this confrontation, the truth is the only thing that doesn't matter."

"--But I'm still interested." Felix added.

Dumbledore was a little stunned when he heard this, and after a while he shook his head, "Well, if you insist... it's in my hand."

At this time, after a morning of fermentation, the news in the newspaper had spread throughout the school, and the students were enthusiastically discussing the topic of the "Top Ten Wands".