"You are actually the legendary wizard. I was shocked when I saw your face on TV!" Jim said excitedly.

Felix shrugged.

"Because I had to hide my identity, I actually left the orphanage just to go to school." He briefly introduced his real experience over the years.

"What about your work experience--" Jim looked skeptical, could it also be fake?

"That's true. After graduation, I worked in London for two years."

"Strange hobby," Jim didn't understand this approach. "If I had talent, I would definitely study magic with all my heart." After a while, the door opened from the outside. It was Rebecca. When she saw Felix, she was so surprised that she almost cried out.

"Wow, it's really you! Are you the magician?" She took a carrot out of the bag and pretended to hold up the magic wand, making strange noises, "Using a magic to dispel the dark clouds across the country?" "

To be precise, it was a wizard." Felix said, "And I wasn't the only one."

"Rebecca was sleeping at the time, and she was watching the TV broadcast." Jim stepped forward to take the bag and turned his head to explain, "She has been a little sleepy recently, and the doctor recommended that she exercise more." Felix looked at Rebecca's slightly bulging belly and was a little surprised.

"Yes, we got married." Jim said, "At that time, we couldn't contact you, and we thought you were abroad. Of course, now we know the reason."

Felix thought of his phone, which he rarely used.

After Rebecca changed her clothes, she sat next to Jim. "It said on TV that some people will be invited to visit the wizarding world?"

"Yes, do you want to see what real wizards are like?" Felix asked. Whether it was to arrange two places or arrange it privately, it was a very easy thing for him.

Jim was a little tempted, but when he looked at his wife, his expression hesitated.

"Forget it," he shook his head and said, "Rebecca is pregnant. I don't want--" He blushed slightly, "Well, I'm worried about accidents."

Felix nodded in understanding.

At this moment, it is not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people to have a relationship with wizards. Felix himself is fine, but his friends may be threatened, which is also the purpose of his coming. After asking Jim and Rebecca for their opinions, Felix cast a complex magic to hide this friendship as a secret.

After staying for a while, he got up and left, leaving a card before leaving. "Wizards are particularly good at dealing with some problems. If you encounter difficult troubles, you can contact me. Just tear up the card."

Jim took the card solemnly and sent Felix out the door.

"The old dean is not in good health." He said.

Felix was silent for a while, "I will go to visit him."

"Hey! The due date is early January." Jim said loudly behind him. Felix turned around and waved the card, "At least this time I don't have to worry about not being able to find you."

...

The next morning, Hogwarts.

After the students finished dealing with today's newspapers, they gathered in groups of three or four to chat.

"Has a new organization been born today that is determined to drown wizards like rats?" Ron asked in a deliberately nasty tone.

"No," Harry yawned, "but there are some who know that the employment rate of wizards is low and want to provide us with jobs."

Ron muttered, "Mind your own business."

Dean said half-seriously, "When the situation stabilizes in the future, I would like to try it."

Neville raised his head and looked around hopefully, "Is there any new progress in the negotiations? There is nothing written in the newspaper I am responsible for."

"It won't be so fast," Hermione said cheerfully, "It's only the second day. But we always prepare in advance and try to be ahead - are any of you going to Sword Castle?" She looked at everyone.

"You mean the Diagon Alley shopkeepers' meeting?" Harry asked sensitively, "Are you going to see it?"

Hermione shrugged. Luna and Ginny passed by Harry, and Ginny raised her arms and circled behind him like a ballerina, turning her head and disappeared. Hermione chuckled.

Harry looked at her in confusion.

"Nothing," she said immediately.

At this time, Hannah and Susan Bones came over to join the conversation, and Ernie and Justin staggered behind them. They looked pale and seemed to have skipped breakfast. Daphne kept stroking the right side of her hair.

"It's outrageous that there are newspapers saying that wizards have radiation - what is that?" Hannah said indignantly.

"It's like a malignant infectious disease." Hermione said briefly. "Dragon pox?" Hannah asked. "Almost." Hermione said, and she immediately reacted. "Did the newspaper really say that?"

Hannah spelled out a word.

Hermione felt incredible, "I can't believe they can make up such a lie."

"Next time you can confirm whether the author's last name is Dursley," Harry said listlessly, "It sounds like what my uncle said. He always believed that wizards would pollute the environment..." He raised his head thoughtfully, "Newspapers should not be allowed to put too many swear words."

"And it says that wizards correspond to the end of the world." Ernie interrupted, he turned to look at Justin, "It involves a prophecy, I forgot the word-"

"Maya." Justin muttered.

"Are they fortune tellers among Muggles?" Daphne asked curiously.

"I don't know, the known information is that they are a branch of ancient Indians, and their civilization level was once very developed, and then suddenly declined." Hermione said, "Later generations found some plausible prophecies from their relics."

"What the newspaper said is quite true." Justin said seriously, "I saw something similar when I was a child, all written in a book, the cover looked particularly scary-but later it was confiscated by my mother."

"What did she say?" Hermione asked.

"She said it was a waste of time." Justin curled his lips, "But she didn't know about the existence of divination classes at that time. During the holidays, she used the eggs in the kitchen to do divination, and used the book "Seeing the Future through the Mist"."

"You still have it, I thought you threw it away." Ernie said.

Hermione was obviously not interested in divination. Although she admitted that Trelawney did do real divination once or twice, she also stubbornly believed that Trelawney's brain was just a mess in most cases, and it was mixed with sherry. She asked again who was going to Sword Castle.

Finally, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Susan, and Neville decided to go and see what was going on. "Where's Ginny?" As the group walked towards the Transfiguration Office, Harry turned around to look for the red-haired figure.

"I saw her leave with Luna," Hermione said.

They came to the Transfiguration Office on the second floor. It originally belonged to Professor McGonagall, but after she moved into the headmaster's office, it became empty. The fireplace in the office was used by students for daily commuting.

The shops on both sides of the aisle of Diagon Alley were deserted, and there were temporary closure notices on the windows.

"Look over there, Harry!" Ron said sharply, pointing his finger at a place.

Harry looked over and his eyes suddenly widened. That was the location of Florin Foster's ice cream shop. When he came to Diagon Alley before the start of the sixth grade, it was still closed, but now it seemed to be reopened. He strode over. There was also a closure notice on the door. He calmed down a little and stared at the huge parasol standing outside. Harry's mind emerged the scene of himself eating ice cream and doing homework here. He reached out and touched it. There was no dust on the parasol.

His heart was beating fast, which meant that someone had cleaned it up, but Harry was not sure if it was someone else. The place he was going to might have the answer. He walked towards the Sword Castle excitedly, but was stopped at the door.

"Sorry, we are not receiving visitors today. We have something important to do."

"Creme?" Harry looked at the witch who stopped him in surprise.

"It's Harry," said Creme Vera, and she greeted him with a smile, "Are these your friends?" She looked behind Harry, some of them she knew and some she didn't.

Hermione was also a little surprised when she saw Creme.

"It's a mess in there, I came out to get some fresh air." Creme explained, "Penelope is in there." "Is Arik back?" Hermione asked. "Not yet," Creme sighed, "He went to inspect the branches in Latin America, and may not be back for another week."

As the earliest members of the "Future World" company, in addition to Lupin, the others were also entrusted with important tasks. Over the years, they each took charge of a part of the work according to their interests. Clemmy liked to delve into technology, while Penelope was more inclined to daily management. There was a period of time when Lupin was distracted by the work of the Order of the Phoenix. It was the two of them who kept the company running normally. As for Arik, he was in charge of the overseas branches.

"By the way, Clemmy," Harry thought of the question that arose in front of the ice cream shop: "Have you seen Florin Fosk?" Clemmy thought for a moment, "

The owner of the ice cream shop?"

"Yes!" Harry said excitedly.

"He's here." Clemmy gave a positive answer.

"I remember he was captured by Voldemort, wasn't he?" Ron asked beside him.

"Because he luckily escaped the fate of becoming an Inferi." A strange voice interrupted their conversation. Harry raised his head suddenly and saw a gray-haired old man. He said in surprise: "Mr. Fosk?"

"Mr. Potter, I'm so glad you didn't!" Harry said with a smile.

"Of course I remember you!" Harry said, "But how did you escape? "

"I didn't escape, I was rescued by the Aurors," Florin said, "The Dark Lord captured a group of people who were good at the history of magic, and I was one of them. He also captured some wand makers. I know there was a guy called Gregorovitch. He was unlucky and didn't survive the torture."

Harry knew this vaguely. Voldemort fabricated the rumor of the "Ten Great Wands" by torturing these people. Mr. Ollivander was originally one of the targets, but he escaped the pursuit of the Death Eaters by chance. Later, he spread rumors and pretended that he had fled abroad, but in fact he had been hiding in the basement of the wand shop and even deceived Voldemort.

"Did you mention the Inferi just now?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Florin's expression darkened, and there was a little fear. "The Dark Lord tortured us according to our reputation. He wanted to know some very secret things. I happened to know a little. Fortunately, he changed his mind halfway and turned to ask those more famous wand makers. I didn't suffer much torture, but I was locked up for a long time... I'm not sure I can hide it from the Dark Lord. Those who were tortured to death are used to make the Inferi. "

Harry was in a complicated mood. He hated Voldemort's cruelty, but he was also puzzled by Florin's vague words. It was not until he saw Hermione's mouth shape that he suddenly realized. Florin was referring to the Deathly Hallows. Luna's father had asked Florin about this news when he was young. Voldemort might have heard of the legend of the Deathly Hallows, but even if he knew it, he would only be interested in the Elder Wand. If Voldemort tortured them one by one, Mr. Fusk would definitely not be spared. However, with the rumor that Professor Hep had the Elder Wand, Voldemort's attention may have shifted, and his focus became other wand makers.

"Anyway, at least I'm still alive and can discuss my experience with you. The Auror who rescued me said that he got a secret clue. I guess it might be an informant from the Ministry of Magic. I have always wanted to thank him." Florin talked about his recent experience. "After being rescued, I rested for a few months. Recently, I cleaned up the store and planned to reopen it..."

Florin left.

"Who do you say that informant is? "Harry asked after he left.

"Could it be Snape?" Ron guessed.

"It could also be Lucius Malfoy." Hermione said.

"Or Professor Heppe has dug out useful information from Voldemort's mind." Ron said.

They walked into Sword Castle, and the hall was bustling. There were more than a dozen tables in the center of the hall, and behind each table sat a staff member of the Ministry of Magic. Opposite them were the shop owners of Diagon Alley, and they were discussing with a piece of parchment in their hands.

A witch near Harry said, "I just sell some beauty potions to solve minor blemishes on witches' faces, such as freckles, tumors and so on. I don't think they can be used. Any therapist can do almost the same thing..."

"Don't say that, Ms. Prim Purnell, your beauty potion is much better than the magic effect of ordinary therapists." The staff member said patiently.

"Really? "The witch stared at him suspiciously.

They continued to walk forward, and a young wizard seemed very impatient and shouted: "I run a wizard travel agency. Listen - clearly - it is a wizard travel agency. We specialize in providing thrilling trips for wizards. We are not responsible for any danger during the trip!"

The Ministry of Magic staff opposite him asked persistently: "Then do you think it is possible to develop tourism projects specifically for Muggles?"

The young wizard looked at the staff in confusion, "I'm not sure... Although we did tame a group of zombies, in order to make it more realistic, attacks may still occur during the exploration process. "

"No zombies." The staff said immediately, "I mean some more alternative and novel places that can attract people's attention. "

The wizard pondered for a while, and just when Harry and the others decided to leave, he heard him ask behind him: "How about the Bermuda Triangle? But a wizard disappeared last year and hasn't been found yet..."

Neville suddenly stopped with a look of horror on his face. He whispered: "My great-uncle wanted to travel there before, and I have to persuade him to give up this idea."

A familiar voice came from the front.

"...Obviously no one cares whether your list of items has one more or one less page, because it doesn't matter."

It was Fred or George who was talking. They walked forward two steps. Near the inner side of the hall, Fred and George sat in the same chair, and opposite them was Percy with a gloomy face. Harry hesitated and stopped. It seemed that they came at the wrong time.

"Since you mentioned the list," Percy gritted his teeth and said, "I can tell you now that half of the goods are substandard-"

"You can't do this!" Fred shouted.

"This is abusing power for personal gain." George also shouted.

"Oh, you can go to the Ministry of Magic and sue me." Percy showed a confident smile, "Let's see who they will stand on? The nosebleed nougat that makes people bleed, the spit candy that vomits a lot, the coma candy that suddenly faints..."

Penelope leaned over from the next seat.

"Your brother did the right thing. Muggles are very fragile. They are said to need to recover for several months after breaking a bone." She said sternly: "We should try to exclude dangerous items when considering the trade list."

Ron grinned, he stretched out his hands and put them on the shoulders of the twins, taking the opportunity to add insult to injury.

"To be fair, some of their products are not even acceptable to wizards. Strict inspection is required."

Fred and George turned left and right, looking at Ron expressionlessly, which made him a little scared.

Harry had expected this scene a long time ago. He raised his head and looked for the noisy sound that had never stopped since entering the Sword Castle. A group of house elves were sticking their heads out from the railings upstairs, looking down with excited expressions.