Chapter 657: Aftermath and Invitation

Under the quiet night, Felix walked briskly, followed by a group of crooked wizards, their chins nodding back and forth, as if stepping on some strange rhythm.

The group turned into an alley. The shops on both sides were closed. Only the dirty windows of the Hog's Head Inn were still lit with dim lights. The door opened, and Aberforth, with a pile of gray hair and beard, came out to take out the garbage. He couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise when he saw this scene.

"Good evening." Felix greeted calmly and continued to walk forward without stopping to chat.

Aberforth stared at the wizards who passed by with stiff bodies and heads hanging to their chests. He shouted angrily at Felix's back: "So - the incarnation of death has started working again? It looks like he has gained a lot." He muttered with empathy: "Which customer is unlucky this time, Puddifoot? The Three Broomsticks?"

His words evoked Felix's memories.

When the Elder Wand was spreading like wildfire, Felix also appeared at night like today, picking out the pests one by one like an old farmer checking his own fields. In addition to attracting customers with its price advantage, the Hog's Head Inn's unique bar culture that allows customers to hide their heads and show their tails is also well received by those sneaky wizards. Therefore, the Hog's Head Inn has become a disaster area for Felix's hunting.

Felix turned around, showed Aberforth a bright smile, and continued to walk away. Aberforth

frowned and cursed in a low voice, and did not take out the garbage. He turned back to the house and slammed the door with a bang. "What's wrong?" a guest inside asked drunkenly, "I seem to hear someone talking about death."

"Shut up!" Aberforth roared, his hair standing on end, "If you can't pay for the wine, I'll tie you to the sign at the door, you despicable thief."

The wizard with messy ginger hair raised his head from the wine glass, opened his bloodshot eyes, and said confusedly, "Aberforth?" He burped, "We are partners after all... isn't it just money? I have..."

He took out a few gold galleons from his dirty pocket and threw them on the table.

"Where did you get the money?" Aberforth was very surprised.

"Well... I've been hooking up with a big shot recently, another... That's the Minister of Magic, the Minister of Magic - do you understand?" The man smirked twice, took two sips of wine, and made a "hiss~ha~" sound of inhalation from his mouth, "Wow! Man, this wine is really strong."

If Felix had come in and sat for a while just now, he would definitely recognize the identity of this sloppy man at a glance - he is a friend (and colleague) of all thieves and smugglers in the UK, and a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mundungus.

Felix had introduced him and Rita Skeeter to Amelia Bones, so it was not difficult to guess who the big shot Mundungus mentioned was.

Felix stood in the thick night, looking calmly at a dozen wizards falling from the sky.

These wizards were all Aurors, and the wands in their hands were glowing, illuminating their vigilant faces. A woman strode out of the crowd and came to Felix.

It was Amelia Bones.

Felix handed these people over to the Aurors, and walked aside to talk to Ms. Bones in a low voice.

"I suggest you put them in solitary confinement, at least for -" Felix calculated, "four months."

Ms. Bones raised her eyebrows.

"Are you interfering with the judiciary?"

"Oh, come on, I'm your advisor. Once you have interrogated the leader, you will know the seriousness of the matter. He is really a smart man. I have seen the plan. It is possible for him to succeed without transparent information." Felix briefly explained the details of these people, and Bones was dumbfounded.

In short, Mr. DeWitt, who goes by the alias "Noel", is going to make a lot of moves to gain Grindelwald's trust, use sweet words to deceive the right to work for Grindelwald, and then receive the old man's political legacy through a series of careful plans and means.

The key steps of the plan happened to be the recent riots in the United States and Grindelwald's teaching at Hogwarts. DeWitt did not intend to keep it secret as he said, but used Grindelwald as a banner to recruit people, and at the same time used spies lurking in the International Confederation of Wizards to create conflicts, and when the time was right, it would explode in one fell swoop.

By then,

old man Grindelwald would naturally be described as an ambitious man trying to make a comeback, and he would be locked up as soon as possible. DeWitt could legitimately become the second-in-command of the Saints (self-proclaimed) under the banner of Grindelwald's successor.

Not to mention, this incident would inevitably be accompanied by a sharp drop in Dumbledore's reputation, and Felix himself would be dragged into the water.

"It's a good plan, but it's a pity that I didn't practice the brain block well." Felix sighed, "And I don't know me well enough. I'm not as open and aboveboard as Dumbledore."

Ms. Bones rolled her eyes unhappily, "You are unexpectedly honest. But are you telling the truth?" she asked.

"You also find it incredible, don't you? But there is no shortage of ambitious people in this world, and there is no shortage of ambitious people with a strong gambling nature," Felix said, "So when I confirmed that he was an enemy, I was relieved, because frankly, if those doubts and malice were later proved to be just personal grudges - you know, such as company competition or something," he shrugged, "I would also feel difficult. Of course, now they are your trouble."

Ms. Bones rolled her eyes at him.

She stroked her hair and said after a moment, "It just so happens that I am planning to meet with the new president of the Federation, Babajide, recently. The spy is called Wollaston, an assistant under the Federation, right? I will leave immediately after I settle these people."

She walked over and directed the Aurors more than ten steps away to imprison these people one by one with magic. Among the three Aurors on guard, a female Auror with pink hair was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

Felix walked over.

"Tonks."

Tonks looked around vigilantly, and after a few seconds she whispered, "What's wrong?" "How are you and Remus doing lately?" Felix asked quietly. Tonks' shoulders slumped, and she looked listless. She said weakly, "Well, that's it."

"Lupin's birthday recently--"

Tonks turned her head suddenly and looked Felix up and down. Now it was Felix's turn to feel strange.

"Are you free that day?" she asked impatiently.

"Uh--"

"We want to invite you to Remus' birthday dinner, what do you think?" she asked expectantly.

"Of course you can, but--"

"That's it!" She said decisively, and then said with a "please" look: "Um-okay?"

Felix cleared his throat and muttered softly: "It seems that something happened that I don't know about."

Tonks sighed with a frown.

"Let me tell you simply, we plan to celebrate my birthday at my parents' house."

Felix blinked and immediately wanted to back out, "Well, I thought about it carefully, maybe there might be something on that day, it happens to be Monday... Or another day-"

He was shocked.

Tonks made her face look extremely haggard, her hair was gray, and there were several wrinkles on her forehead. This was the talent of Metamorphmagus, who was born with the ability to change his appearance.

"I'm so worried. You won't bear to watch Remus being questioned alone, will you? If you were here, there would be someone to help mediate if a quarrel breaks out..." She glanced at the bound wizards, "You can easily subdue a dozen dark wizards, not to mention only three."

Felix stared at Tonks, wondering how pessimistic she was about the upcoming family dinner that she could have such a terrible idea.

Finally, everything was ready. Ms. Bones took out two portkeys, and a group of Aurors split into two groups. Each of them formed a circle and posed in a slightly funny pose. One hand was holding the unconscious prisoner, and the other hand was touching the portkey. After a dazzling blue light, the group disappeared into the darkness.

"Don't forget--" Tonks' scream stopped abruptly.

Felix stayed where he was, thinking about his role in the upcoming awkward dinner. He would rather deal with a dozen dark wizards than be a funny person to liven up the atmosphere, or a terrorist who brought down the Tonks family.

He soon had an idea.

"Sirius? Recently - don't hang up in a hurry, I have something important to talk to you about... Yes, it's about your best friend. Um, Tonks hopes it will be more lively..."

When Felix put away the voice transmission mirror, his steps became brisk, and he even had the mood to think about what tone to use tomorrow morning to inadvertently reveal what happened tonight. In the eyes of some people, the dark wizard Grindelwald has become an object that can be used and fooled. He can't wait to see Grindelwald's reaction.

"I'm just curious," Grindelwald said slowly at the dinner table the next day, when Professor Sprout at the next table left: "Why did he come to you."

"Have you thought of any sharp counterattack angles?" Felix asked.

Dumbledore had just listened to Felix's words with a serious face, and now his expression returned to normal, pretending that nothing had happened and spreading butter and jam on his slice of bread.

"I disappeared for half a century, so it's normal for some young people to look down on me," Grindelwald said slowly, "but - Felix Hepp, this name has become famous in recent years. What makes people think that you are the breakthrough of the conspiracy?"

What he meant was that Felix should reflect on himself and what impression he left on the public.

"Regarding this," Dumbledore suddenly smiled and said, "Felix's most impressive identity has always been as a scholar. Even if he has made a few moves in public, it was to promote his knowledge. He has never publicly involved himself in any political activities. Perhaps - in the eyes of Mr. DeWitt, a young man of only 25 years old can achieve such great achievements, which just shows that he has put all his time and energy on studying magic."

Grindelwald sneered and said, "So the person sitting next to me is still a person with an extremely simple mind."

Felix was thoughtful.

"It does sound a lot better than the titles of dark wizard or dark lord. I was wondering why more and more people who wrote to me since the start of the school year used honorifics, especially during the holidays this month. Greeting cards and chocolates could fill up a bedroom. Albus, you must have had the same experience, right?"

Grindelwald's expression froze. He paused, looked at Felix, and then looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's wrinkled face flushed slightly, and he coughed twice uncomfortably, "Felix, Minerva asked me to tell you that three students have already felt the throbbing of Animagus. In the short term, this number will be difficult to change."

"Okay, I see." Felix thought for a moment and said, "Then let's do it tonight. In fact, I think that in a week or two, there may be new students who succeed."

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

You know, it's not easy to feel the throbbing of Animagus. It's normal for many people to drag it out for months or even years. During this period, the wizards who are tested must recite the spell once every morning and evening, without fail. This process is actually a test of one's perseverance and character, and it is much more difficult than stuffing a mandrake leaf in the mouth.

"Because of the existence of the Patronus spell." Felix said: "Currently three people - Hermione Granger, Hannah Abbott, Draco Malfoy, they have one thing in common, that is, they have mastered the Patronus spell."

"The first two are members of the 'Frontline Lookout'. Harry spent a lot of time teaching this magic in the club. As for Draco, although he is not a member of the club, he also secretly mastered this magic, probably to compete with Harry..."

Felix thought the child was a little stupid, because even if he learned it, he couldn't use it. At that time, his father Lucius was still working under Voldemort, but... stupid people have stupid luck.

"In short, the trend is quite obvious. The fact that the two seventh-year students in the Transfiguration Club have not received any feedback so far is proof of this. When Minerva and I discussed this, we thought that the Patronus Charm could tap into the spiritual power of wizards, which just happened to meet the requirements of the second stage of Animagus training."

Dumbledore thought quickly for a while and nodded.

"This conjecture is very reasonable. Some magic will have an impact on other magic, which may be a positive effect or a negative effect." His pupils slightly dilated, and he said with a smile: "This is also a huge research topic."

He looked at Felix thoughtfully.

"Perhaps only by relying on such a large student group at Hogwarts can we promote the continuous progress of magic. No wonder those people in the Ministry of Magic have not achieved any results in decades of research..."

At nine o'clock in the evening, there was a strong wind and heavy rain.