For Felix, the Easter holiday was a time when he had to deal with some things.

After the war, Future World Company had grown again, and now more than a third of the people were new faces. He took advantage of this holiday to get to know the new employees, many of whom were humanoids.

"According to your requirements, we recruited six or seven employees from each category, including vampires, werewolves, goblins, and even two giant monsters, but no one was willing to live with them." Lupin said, with two dark circles under his eyes, but he was in a very good mood. "Most of them are mixed-blood, can use wands, and are easy to communicate with. The task I gave them was to propose transformation suggestions for existing products, and to promote our products in different gathering places - mainly through barter."

Felix nodded.

"What about centaurs and mermen?"

"Progress is slow. Centaurs are quite exclusive, and mermen, their mixed blood with wizards is very rare, and even if there are mermen, they are unwilling to walk around in the wizarding world." Lupin said.

"Oh, okay, is there any interesting story?"

"Werewolves admire you..." Seeing Felix's surprised expression, Lupin smiled: "Didn't you recruit some werewolves in Hogsmeade? They were amazed when they saw your transformation, and now the news has spread."

"...They don't think I'm a werewolf too?"

"There are indeed a small number of werewolves who think so," Lupin said with a strange expression: "But after the press conference, this rumor is not so popular. Many foreign potion experts stayed in the UK. They spontaneously gathered in several loose circles and started to study the magic structure of werewolves. There are also therapists - they suspect that many incurable diseases are related to the distortion of the body's magic. Based on this, they have put forward many conjectures."

"Very energetic." Felix said with satisfaction.

He stayed in Sword Castle for a week and walked through every room. The house elves welcomed him warmly. It seems that they like their working environment very much and like collective life. He also saw Dobby. Although Dobby was the closest house-elf to Felix, he still participated in the actual work. Unlike wizards, house-elves generally believed that not working was shameful. Even Dobby

only asked for a little salary, not to avoid work.

"Sir, we have prepared a gift for you." Dobby said sharply, and the little guys stepped aside to reveal a huge Easter egg. Felix estimated that an elf could live and live in it. On each eggshell, the name of a house-elf was engraved in chocolate. Felix expressed his

gratitude again and again.

"I have a gift for you too." He said, and hundreds of round chestnut wood pieces flew out of the ring. The chestnut wood pieces were shining with gilded words, engraved with the name of each house-elf, and sentences like "Excellent Employee", and the back was a relief pattern of the Sword Castle.

...

Harry and Ron completed the first step of the Animagus preparation a few days before the holiday. They hid the crystal vial at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and then chanted the spell morning and night without fail.

The effect of Animagus on Transfiguration spread among the students, and they gradually reached a consensus that if they wanted to learn Animagus, they had to learn Patronus first.

The Charms professor followed this idea and explained this part of knowledge in the last class before the holiday.

"I heard that Professor Flitwick plans to include the Patronus Charm in the teaching range of spells." Ron said.

"This magic is not easy to practice." Harry said, thinking of the scene when he practiced the Patronus Charm. Even if he was not counted, others had practiced it intermittently for half a year, but in the end, the number of people who mastered this magic could be counted on two hands.

"There will always be a way." Ron answered optimistically.

"Where's Hermione?"

"Maybe she went to see Valen? Without the professor, Valen would be left alone. Well, we can go for a walk outside the castle, maybe we can run into a Niffler and a beaver..."

"Or go watch a cartoon, the one I told you about last time!"

"Forget it, I'd better think about Quidditch tactics, because I've been lying in the school hospital for two weeks. We lost a game and the score was very close. The last few games are crucial." Harry thought for a while and said.

"Won't Dumbledore take advantage of the holiday to teach you?"

Harry shook his head.

"Principal Dumbledore said he had some family affairs to deal with."

"Family affairs!" Ron opened his eyes wide, "Doesn't he have only one relative left?"

"Yes," Harry said softly, "Aberforth Dumbledore of the Hog's Head."

"Then the place he lives in during this holiday is really terrible." Ron shook his head and pretended to sigh.

...

Felix also went to the Ministry of Magic during the holiday. Ms. Bones was very interested in the recent rumors and raised her monocle from a pile of documents.

So Felix conjured up a werewolf arm and crushed a cup in front of her.

"That's my favorite water cup!" Ms. Bones said with an eyebrow raised.

Felix shrugged, restored the arm and the cup together, and his eyes fell on a puzzle hanging on the wall. He said lazily and teasingly: "I thought you liked this the most." As a result, he was kicked out because he told the truth.

Before leaving, Ms. Bones told him something.

"Akinbad wants to see you."

"The new president of the International Confederation of Wizards?"

Ms. Bones gave him an affirmative look and threw him a business card. A faint magic flowed on the card.

Felix showed a hint of interest.

"I know, but not now. Probably in the summer vacation."

"It's up to you. Everyone is very busy," she said, staring at Felix with jealousy, "Maybe after retirement, I can consider teaching at Hogwarts for a few years. At least you have time to do research..."

Felix was not happy to hear this. He retracted his right hand holding the door handle and decided to let this woman know his real workload. The reason why he was so leisurely was because he had squeezed out time.

So when Tonks knocked on the door and came in, she saw their minister was buried in a thick pile of parchment, rubbing her forehead in pain. Felix smiled and held a teacup, whispering to her, and occasionally commenting on her work results.

"Efficiency, Amelia, efficiency! You have only finished grading 103 assignments. By the end of the work day -" he glanced at the time, "you can probably finish 200." Somehow, Ms. Bones's expressionless face was flaring with nostrils, and she was breathing heavily.

"Tonks!" Ms. Bones jumped up and asked seriously, "Tell me, what's going on now?"

Tonks looked at her boss blankly.

What does she mean? She didn't have anything to report. She just wanted to take a leave. She had nothing to do recently, and she wanted to go back to her own world as soon as possible.

Ms. Bones' sharp eyes stared at Tonks through her monocle like a hawk.

"I think... it's a bit serious?" Tonks said slowly, her tone turning several corners in the middle. A smile appeared at the corner of Ms. Bones' mouth, and then it quickly retracted. "I know," she said solemnly, "I'll go over and deal with it right away."

She left with steady steps, her eyes firm and powerful, and there was a hint of decisive momentum.

Tonks was stunned, with a lot of questions in her mind. Turning back, she found that Felix had already put away the students' homework and stood in the fireplace, letting the green flame climb up his cheeks.

Felix waved at her with a triumphant attitude, "I don't mind Remus skipping work occasionally." Then he disappeared. Leaving Tonks stunned. Now that everyone has left, who will approve her leave?

Halfway through the Easter holiday, Felix finally returned to school.

After thinking for a while, he appeared directly in the secret room under the castle. The environment here was still very bad, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a faint smell of decay and stench. The ground was covered with traces of his magic practice. Felix recited a sentence in Parseltongue, and the mouth of the statue of Salazar Slytherin slowly opened, revealing the space inside.

Dozens and hundreds of creatures that only existed in fantasy walked out from inside.

Felix looked at them. These "magic creatures" were not actually creatures. At least Felix thought they could not be compared with the wisdom of the Sorting Hat. He hoped to create real creatures, instead of having to live in the special environment he had worked hard to create.

As the magic of the Mind Hut slowly radiated from the body, these magic creatures that were not very adapted to the surrounding environment became more agile. Felix stretched out his hand, and a swift with golden red flames burning on its body landed on his hand and jumped around in his palm.

Felix rubbed his chin.

"Ancient magic words are used as carriers, and memory nodes lock memory fragments. Tsk, this is a low-end wizard body and wizard soul, but everything is just a little bit short..."

The swift's body suddenly dispersed, and the flames stirred into a golden red flame vortex in front of Felix. Felix stared at the memories that flashed in the flames, or it would be more accurate to use the word "record". The swift itself lacked the proper emotions, and its reactions were all within Felix's expectations.

After a moment, the flames gradually converged and condensed into a wizard chess piece with residual warmth in front of him.

As time went by, Felix began to transform the secret room into an amusement park. The memories were ready-made, but the materials were the trouble. With a secret in mind, he did not make a big fanfare, but went to more than a dozen places without any effort.

In the middle, he also went to Newt's house to learn how to integrate different environments.

So before the end of the holiday, the space in the secret room had expanded thousands of times and was divided into more than a dozen different terrains and entertainment projects. The ceiling was also raised, and Felix sat on a swing hanging on the clouds, looking down at the natural landscape below.

A winding river runs through all the different terrains, starting from the snow-capped mountains, and a thousand feet below is a plain, surrounded by vast forests, swamps, deserts, stone forests, lakes...

The only pity is that there is a lack of real life here.

But Felix can create magic creatures. After doing all this, Felix looked at the magic creatures running on the ground under his feet with satisfaction. In the lower left corner of his sight, there was still an empty area, bare, with a clear distinction between the stone floor and the grass at the edge.

The entertainment project scheduled there is the flying valley. He estimated that he could not get the materials for the time being. But at least it is 80% similar to what he remembered, and the rest can be improved slowly.

On the last day of the holiday, Felix sat on the stone steps in front of the castle and looked up at the moon.

There were sounds of "O�O�@�@" around him, and he grinned.

"Valen, Miss Granger?"

Two heads popped out of the grass, one belonging to the Niffler and the other to the beaver, who immediately retracted his head. A witch appeared on the spot, and Hermione dragged her heavy steps out, quietly waving at Valen.

Valen took out a wand from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Uh... Professor? What are you doing?" Hermione decided to skip a topic that made her feel embarrassed and spoke first.

Felix stared at the moon, "I was thinking about finding some building materials... Never mind, it feels a bit dangerous."

"Building materials?" Hermione looked at him puzzledly, then followed his gaze to the sky, and said with a half-understanding and half-incredulous expression: "You want to go to the moon? This, this is too-" She found that she couldn't keep up with the professor's train of thought at all.

"It's okay to think about it." Felix suddenly became interested and asked in the tone of discussing magic on weekdays: "Do you think there is hope?"

Hermione fell silent after hearing this.

Valen looked up and looked around, then jumped onto the steps and stared at the bright moon, feeling extremely curious. It has followed the big devil to many places, but it hasn't reached the moon yet. But the moon is so small, what's so good about it?

"Professor, what's the longest distance you can Apparate?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"I haven't tried it, probably thousands of kilometers." Felix said that the longer the distance of Apparate, the more dangerous it is. He didn't think too much, but it was basically no problem to go from one country to another. It only takes one Apparate from the UK to France, but it takes two or three transfers to the United States.

"If that's the case," Hermione took a deep breath, "it's indeed possible. I remember that the distance from the earth to the moon is about 380,000 kilometers. If you can survive in a vacuum environment, you only need two or three hundred Apparitions - Professor, do you know about vacuum? And cosmic rays?"

"Yes." Felix glanced at Hermione.

"That's good, professor, if you really plan to... go to the moon, you must be fully prepared." Hermione said awkwardly. She didn't know why she was discussing such an outrageous topic so seriously. Maybe it was because he really could do it.

"I remember that Muggles have special books describing the environment outside the atmosphere, and one must proceed step by step. Any reckless and rash behavior may lead to serious consequences. Professor - I absolutely do not want your name to be recorded in some strange way, like the idiot who flew to the moon on a broomstick -" Her tone became more anxious and severe.

"I know, I know." Felix said perfunctorily.

"This is not a joke!"

"Ah, it's my problem, I assure you, I'm just thinking about it, and I have no plans to travel long distances at the moment."

"Professor, swear!"

"Well...it won't be a magic contract? That won't do..."