On the other side, Felix was also sitting on the sofa in the office flipping through the newspapers of the past few days.

These articles made him feel like he was out of time and space. The first page was a picture of Amelia Bones answering questions from reporters and announcing the end of the ancient magic exchange event. Felix was not present, so reporters often put a photo of him next to it, so sometimes he would be seen visiting the next door in the photo...

But when he turned to another page, he would see the remains of the battle outside the Hogsmeade village: the land was plowed and cut into pieces, like irregular ridges, in addition to piles of earth, charred stones, dark holes and deep pits.

Felix was curious why they didn't take the time to fill it up.

At this time, Valen twisted and jumped onto the small square table, stretched out a little hand and pointed at him, looking arrogant.

"Chi!"

"You want to duel with me?" Felix looked at Valen with amusement.

Valen nodded seriously.

It took out a wand from its small pocket. Felix looked at it in surprise for a few seconds before realizing that it was not a real wand, but an alchemical item.

Valen waved it with great momentum, and the wooden stick in his hand made a whistling sound. Then a whirlwind rolled up in the room and lifted Felix from the sofa.

Felix sat cross-legged on the whirlwind, "Huh? Interesting, is it Fred and George's improved work based on the 'fake wand'?"

Valen stiffened his neck guiltily. No, Valen cast the spell himself!

Felix hung on the sofa, reached out his hand to pick up its neck, and shook it hard. It quickly covered its small pocket, and the fake wand in its hand fell into Felix's hand.

"Let's change it." Felix looked at it for a long time and suddenly became interested. He has been busy changing the magical talents of magical animals into rune magic recently, and then he communicated with representatives from various countries. Now it's time to change his mind.

"I suddenly realized that some of Miss Granger's ideas are very suitable for use here. The frequency of magic power... is another treasure."

Magical animals also have magic power, otherwise they cannot use their magic-like talents. But the Niffler itself is a very weak creature. Apart from its keen sense of smell and its ability to dig holes for treasure, it does not have any exaggerated or weird abilities.

But they do have magic power, which is enough.

"I need to test your magic frequency and make a special wand for you... What magic do you want to add?" Felix turned his head and looked at Valen.

Its eyes gradually lit up.

"Chi!!!"

That night, it happily got its new baby. After trying it a few times, the effect was surprisingly good. Valen couldn't let it go and even held it in his arms when he slept. It can't wait to go out and show it tomorrow. From now on, it is no longer a walking Valen merchant, but a Niffler magician.

It is no longer someone who can hold it.

Hum.

The next day, Halloween finally came.

Harry walked into the hall and unexpectedly saw a tall and burly figure at the door.

Hagrid is back.

Harry ran over excitedly. Hagrid's face was covered with bruises, but fortunately there were no new wounds. This seemed to indicate that Grawp's learning progress was not bad. I wonder how he compares to Wallen? Harry couldn't help but wonder.

"Thank God, Hagrid, you're finally going to come out and meet people?" Harry said enthusiastically.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Hagrid bent down guiltily, trying to hide himself, but he couldn't hide at all. He was too conspicuous, which made his behavior look a little funny. "I just got back to school, remember? Something happened before..."

"Anyway, you finally remembered to teach us." Harry said.

"Yeah, I think the time is ripe." Hagrid scratched his chin and laughed.

"What's that?" Harry found a large wooden box at Hagrid's feet.

Hagrid was about to open his mouth to explain, but Luna and Ginny walked in together, and he quickly changed the subject: "Oh, that... the toolbox."

"Hi, Hagrid," Luna greeted enthusiastically, "Are you planning to come back to class?"

Harry chuckled, and Luna asked a question he had just asked.

Hagrid looked a little flustered and repeated his previous excuse, "I just came back to school. I had to take a leave of absence for something."

"Firenze said--"

"He saw it wrong." Hagrid said without thinking.

"Oh," Luna didn't ask any more questions, as if she had accepted this reason, and she took the initiative to change the subject: "You'd better go to the Forbidden Forest to see that the Thestrals have their own king."

"Really?" Hagrid stared at her, looking unconvinced.

Luna nodded solemnly.

"Then I'll ask Wuwu," Hagrid said half-doubtfully, "If there are strange Thestrals coming to settle in the Forbidden Forest, I need to know if they are aggressive..."

"Is Wuwu the most lively one? The one with the brightest eyes?" Luna said happily, "I call it Wulu, it sounds about the same."

"I'll go in first, Hagrid," said Harry, he glanced at Ginny, Ginny smiled at him, he hurriedly slipped into the hall, walked a dozen steps and saw Hagrid and Luna chatting enthusiastically.

Halloween dinner began.

Harry saw Hagrid sitting with Professor Happ, the fork in his hand swinging back and forth on the tablecloth tied on his chest as he talked, like twisting an embroidery needle to sew and mend. Then Hagrid picked up a plate of fried fish, looked around like a thief, and stuffed it under the table.

"What's wrong?" Ron bit off half a sausage and asked vaguely.

"I roughly know what the box Hagrid brought is for." Harry said, it was for the giant Grawp.

"Look, they're so pretty," Hagrid said gruffly, pointing to the bats that decorated the ceiling. "Reminds me of the Thestrals. Their wings are exactly the same. I mean, just the shape..."

"That amazes me," said Felix.

He pointed to a huge roast pumpkin on the table, which quickly shrank to the size of a small lantern.

"You can take it home," he said, blinking.

"Oh, uh, thanks," said Hagrid, coming over and explaining in a muffled voice, "Little Grawp will like it."

"Who is little Grawp?" Professor Flitwick interrupted. The fork in his hand seemed to be under a spell. Not only was its length far beyond the normal standard, but the other end also became a hook shape, pulling the plate in the distance over.

Hagrid looked very envious. He said vaguely, "I met him in the Forbidden Forest. Do you need help?"

"What?" Flitwick asked.

Hagrid snatched the fork from his hand and hooked the surrounding food to the side. Professor Flitwick shouted excitedly, "Enough, enough." Hagrid took a lot more before stopping. He muttered, "It's okay, I can help you eat."

Felix looked at the professor's seat. Snape was as silent as ever and did not participate in the conversation with his colleagues. Felix could guess that he would not have a good time these days. He didn't know if Voldemort had summoned him privately.

Professor McGonagall and Sirius were discussing something in a low voice.

"Oh, no, probation is the lightest punishment." Professor McGonagall put down her fork and said seriously.

Finally, Felix set his sights on the middle seat, which belonged to Dumbledore.

But it was empty.