The sky above was full of stars. Felix walked on the streets of Cairo, Egypt, and his body shape changed little by little. He walked into a wizard tavern. With his appearance, the originally bustling crowd became silent. The sense of uneasiness spread from near to far in the crowd like the wheat that fell in the field.

People were afraid of his notoriety half a century ago, but there was curiosity mixed with fear.

"My brothers, my sisters, my fellow wizards," Grindelwald opened his arms with a hoarse and old voice echoing in the tavern. "I will end the chaos in this land."

"In the name of the Grindelwald Code!"

...

The next day, Harry woke up from his bed in the Burrow in a daze. He felt dizzy and fumbled for a long time before finding his glasses in his pocket. After putting them on, he looked through the window and found that it was already bright and the sunlight was a little dazzling.

He pushed away one of Ron's arms, jumped off the bed, and looked at the time on the old watch on his wrist. It was a birthday gift from Mrs. Weasley. The original owner of the watch was her brother who died heroically in the war.

"Noon." Harry emphasized the word, feeling a little thirsty and a little nauseous. He guessed that it might be because he drank too much champagne last night. He walked downstairs slowly, and the memories of the wedding emerged bit by bit. Harry couldn't help but smile. It was a wonderful night.

From the moment Professor Happ told him that he would complete a biography of Dumbledore with someone, the professor and Hermione left one after another, and then appeared on the dance floor again; at that time, Harry had been chatting with Elphias Doge for a while. After remembering the content of the obituary written by Doge, Harry liked him much better.

The two had a great conversation, but when Ginny passed by them for the third time, Doge raised his glass and urged him to enjoy the good time in time. Harry listened to it. He hurriedly agreed with Doge on the next time to meet, and then pulled Ginny, who was waiting impatiently, to dance. What happened next?

Harry tapped his head lightly. When he passed Ginny's room on the second floor, he resisted the temptation to knock on the door and went to the kitchen. He immediately felt lucky for this idea. Ginny was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast (or lunch?) listlessly.

"Harry, are you awake?" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly, interrupting the sweet whispers of Bill and Fleur who were sitting opposite. In Harry's eyes, the two seemed to have become conjoined twins after marriage, unless the Weasley family's financial situation took a sharp turn for the worse and they had to share a set of tableware.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I just got up." Harry muttered.

"Harry!" Fleur greeted him enthusiastically, "We are discussing a vacation spot, come and help us look."

Harry sat down next to Bill and looked down at the picture album handed to him, which was printed with various beautiful scenery. He turned two pages and pointed to a cliff next to the sea and said, "This looks good."

"Really," Fleur read the small print under the photo with a thoughtful expression, "In Cornwall... I haven't been there, it says that there are wild roses everywhere in the summer, what do you think?" She turned her head to look at Bill.

"Dear, we have plenty of time to go anywhere." Bill said gently.

Mrs. Weasley brought Harry a plate of food. The plate made a loud noise when it rubbed against the table. Harry felt that she was not in a good mood. He subconsciously glanced at Ginny, who made a face at him.

"Where is Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked.

"He went to work," Mrs. Weasley said absent-mindedly. "Percy and Penelope couldn't stay last night. There's not enough space at home... I'm thinking about building a few houses around?" "

Mom," Bill said, "Even if we move out, Fleur and I will come to visit you and Dad every week."

As if her little thoughts were exposed, Mrs. Weasley waved the rag in a panic and said, "Oh, yes, well, I just think that there will always be times when the family gets together, just like yesterday's occasion, and it will definitely be used."

Harry ate the meal with fear, but when Ron came down, the atmosphere had already calmed down. He chewed the fried eggs and pie with big mouthfuls.

"Is there champagne from yesterday?" Ron asked expectantly.

"No." Mrs. Weasley said with a straight face.

After dinner, Harry, Ron and Ginny moved to the living room. Bill and Fleur went out for a walk. The three of them listened to the clanking sounds in the kitchen. Only then did Ron belatedly ask:

"What's wrong with Mom?"

Ginny sighed, "Bill and Fleur want to move out and live alone. It was already agreed, but Mom wanted to fight for it."

Ron made a prayer gesture.

"Merlin bless her."

"By the way," Harry asked Ginny, "Why didn't I see Hermione? She's not still sleeping, is she?"

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"What is she thinking about? She went to Diagon Alley early in the morning. The radio said that some Muggles were invited to experience the wizarding world up close. It's a courtesy. Hermione was on TV some time ago, and I think she might be able to help." She said uncertainly.

Nearing evening, Hermione came back in high spirits. She happily announced to everyone that the event that day was a complete success.

"I watched all day, and everything went well, except for a woman with freckles on her face who stayed in the beauty pharmacy and refused to come out, insisting on trying the potions inside. There were no out-of-control animals running out of the pet store, no books in Flourish and Blotts biting people, no goblins in Gringotts yelling at wizards as thieves, and no quaffles in the Quidditch boutique hitting someone's head..."

Hermione listed many dangerous projects in one breath, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief, which made Harry suspect that those people were not going to the same place as he imagined.

"Yeah, they are really lucky." Ron said sarcastically.

Hermione ignored his sarcasm and continued, "When those people were free, I chatted with one of them. You would never guess that she is from France! What's more amazing is that she knows the professor, but they didn't meet today."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Don't you know?" Hermione looked at Harry in surprise. "The professor has left England and gone to the headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards."

...

The headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards is located in an unmapped place on the northeastern border of France. It is located in the wilderness. Since its establishment, it has been almost cast with all known protective magic. Its safety and secrecy are beyond doubt. The only problem is that it is very troublesome to enter and exit, and it is a bit behind the times. Felix only went to see it once. He was dazzled by all kinds of bright and nested magical lights, and then he was taken to the nearby northeastern city of Strasbourg.

Strasbourg is the largest border city in France. The urban area is located on the west bank of the Rhine. To the west is the Vosges Mountains; to the east is the German state of Baden-Württemberg across the river, and 25 kilometers away is the German Black Forest; to the north is the Haguenau Forest, and to the south is the Rhine Plain.

Felix and Babajide Akinbade walked through a small area of ​​medieval wooden truss houses and Baroque sandstone buildings, walked along the scenic riverbank for a while, and then disappeared on a stone bridge.

What came into view was a spacious golden staircase going down. The sound of their footsteps was constantly refracted and amplified by the walls on both sides, and then echoed back to their ears. Felix carefully examined the various reliefs carved on the wall.

"That was the scene of the first International Confederation of Wizards Conference," Akinbade pointed to a relief and said, "The president at that time and the first president, Pierre Bonacourt, was a Frenchman. He chose this place as the venue for the conference."

Felix was a little surprised.

"I thought the meeting was held at the Federation headquarters."

"The headquarters hadn't been built yet, and the conditions were very simple, so they chose an open-air square temporarily. The goblins wanted to attend, but were driven away. Oh, Liechtenstein didn't attend either."

"I remember it seemed to be because of the trolls?"

"Yes, it was because of the trolls." Akinbad said affirmatively: "The wizards there had a tense relationship with some particularly vicious mountain troll tribes. They originally wanted to use the power of the Federation to encircle and suppress the trolls, but Pierre Bonacour refused."

Felix nodded.

Just looking at the name, you can know that the original definition of this wizard organization was to promote cooperation among wizards from various countries in the magical world, and other races had nothing to do with it. The president of the Federation generally played the role of a middleman to reconcile conflicts, and his power was extremely limited. It was not until the end of the 17th century that the idea of ​​secrecy became more and more a consensus among wizards at the time. After several weeks of intense discussion, the "Secrecy Act" came into being.

In practice, this important task was undertaken by the International Confederation of Wizards. After that, the Confederation was rapidly expanded and established a number of subordinate departments to communicate, contact and supervise the implementation of the wizard secrecy laws of various countries.

"In theory, this is just an office of the Confederation," said Akinbade. "Later, people found that they preferred to work here rather than in a humid, deserted place. So a certain president of the Confederation bought this place and completely sunk the square where the meeting was held underground. The stairs under our feet are part of the square..." "

This city has experienced several wars and chaos. The wizards will retreat to their real headquarters and let the wizards of nearby countries hide. Of course, we can't control too much, as long as the existence of magic is not exposed."

They walked through a circular hall with a very obvious ancient Roman style. It was luxurious, magnificent and had a spacious interior space. The walls of the circular hall were lined with rooms with equal spacing. The doors of each room seemed to face the center of the circle in the center of the hall, as if there were invisible thin lines radiating outward. On both sides of the gate stood tall stone pillars and decorative arched corridors.

Along the way, Felix only saw two or three people, who walked from one room to another, looking tired and bored.

"There are many people on the list here, but most of them have their own things to do. They only get together when needed. I don't come here often. Generally, I choose a place nearby to hold a meeting when there is a problem." Aginbard said a little lonely: "A few weeks ago, there were still many representatives here to discuss plans; earlier, the Auror team responsible for arresting Grindelwald also gathered here, but now there are fewer people..."

Why is this so?

Because the Federation could not come up with a practical solution, everyone was busy with their own affairs and did not respond to the call, and the Federation immediately became an empty shell.

"What do you think?" Aginbard asked Felix.

"The first step must be to re-agglomerate the prestige of the Federation." Felix thought, "I will travel around the world first, and arrange a title of envoy for me, but I may have to stay here for a few days first, look through the information, and understand the history of the Ministry of Magic in different countries."

Felix stood in the empty hall, looking around, looking very ambitious. Akinbad immediately believed it. If he knew what Felix was really thinking at the moment, he probably wouldn't be so optimistic.

"I can tell you a lot about the black market information around the world, but if you ask about the history of these countries, I would have learned this knowledge if I had known that this day would come."

Well, there is not much useful information in Felix's thinking room. Even if he had seen it before, he would have thrown it aside as garbage.

...

In mid-August, Felix, who had been wandering outside for half a month, returned to school. In the principal's office of Hogwarts Castle, "Three students refused to enter the school." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"Is this common in previous years?" Felix asked.

"Maybe it only appears once every two or three years." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment and explained, "You know, even if a young wizard is born of Muggle origin, there have been wizards in their ancestors for dozens of generations, and these families are unlikely to have a strong aversion to magic..."

Professor McGonagall snorted angrily, "We are not like the American Purgers."

"Maybe it was affected by the recent news," Felix said with a headache, "Hogwarts does not force students to enroll. If they firmly disagree, they will be protected secretly to prevent their identities from being publicly bullied. It would be bad if the Obscure appeared."

In this short period of time, the outside world has been turbulent, and many major events have occurred, and many of them are related to Felix. His name appeared in newspapers around the world, both magic newspapers and Muggle newspapers.

For example, a recent incident:

a week ago, the descendants of the American Purgers found the law enforcers and handed over twelve children with magical talents. With great malice, they begged the authorities to study the secrets of wizards. These children were immediately protected with live ammunition, and guarded by three hundred powerful soldiers and modern technology.

The day after the incident, a wizard in a black wizard robe walked to the gate of the base. He stood there quietly for a while, and the door opened by itself. A team of soldiers took the initiative to hand over the children to him. The man threw out a card and then disappeared with the children. He never said a word from beginning to end.

The four soldiers guarding the gate ignored them throughout the whole process. Apart from a photo taken by the surveillance camera, the only clue was the card left by the mysterious wizard. It was confirmed that the pattern on the card was the logo of the International Confederation of Wizards.

The photos taken by the surveillance camera were naturally studied repeatedly.

The experts soon discovered that this mysterious wizard was completely different from the existing information. He wore a hood and did not say a word throughout the whole process. He did not recite a spell, did not take out a wand, did not make any gestures, and even glanced at the camera before leaving, as if he had intentionally left his profile.

God knows how many people have been staring at Felix's straight nose and smooth jawline in a daze these days.

It seems that under external pressure, the British Prime Minister sent a question, but Amelia Bones pushed back with a tough attitude. Her reply was repeatedly rolled on the TV news in the form of text: Wizards are willing to cooperate and sign a treaty to accelerate the birth of a new order. For this reason, we have actively released goodwill, but if the price is that wizards are harmed, wizards would rather choose war.

On the same day, 27 descendants of the Purgers died strangely in 12 different locations, and the police could not find any evidence of invasion; on the same day, the Saints who had been silent all the time gathered towards Africa from all directions.

If later scholars study this period of history, they will find that this event is an extremely important turning point, marking a new page in the relationship between the two sides. Just after the strange phenomenon of the outside world arguing but the authorities choosing to remain silent lasted for two days, the negotiating parties unanimously accelerated the pace.

Some issues that previously required hours or even days of debate suddenly became irrelevant, and they all made concessions tacitly. A reporter who got inside information said in an article that the public is expected to see the details of the contract drafted by both parties within a month.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, time has come to September 1st.

The first day of school has arrived.

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