Marawatel Lebert spoke at the headquarters of the Federation:

"...It is necessary to protect the traditions of wizards themselves. Well, I think he means those that are worth preserving. Otherwise, wizards can easily lose their foothold like the waves in the sea, and the danger brought by this is fatal...Some buffer zones can be set up. Also, in the education of young wizards...in the face of acts that infringe on the overall rights of wizards..."

Gradually, the more than 20 African representatives also joined the meeting, but few people realized that they actually represented Grindelwald's thoughts, or more accurately, some radical and fierce ideas. If nothing unexpected happens, these views will take root in some people's minds and grow stronger in future practice.

At least Felix doesn't have to worry about the Federation becoming a stagnant pool of water after he lets go.

...

As time goes by, the weather gradually turns colder. On the Saturday morning when they go to Hogsmeade Village, Harry, Ron and Hermione all choose to wear scarves to keep warm. After gathering in the lounge, they walked towards the school gate with their classmates, talking and laughing.

"It's definitely not that cold, is it?" Ginny said in a somewhat surprised tone beside Harry.

Several junior girls passed by them, chattering and talking excitedly, each of them wearing a beautiful light-colored cloak. Harry bet that these girls must be third-year students. He had only seen that kind of excitement on the faces of people who went to Hogsmeade for the first time. In addition to the little wizards who wrapped themselves tightly, there were some people who were dressed very simply, with only a coat on the outside. Harry suspected that they had mixed up the seasons.

"Parvati rummaged through the boxes last night and said that she left her thermostatic locket at home." Hermione said, which solved Harry's doubts. "So I advised her to wear more clothes. The temperature difference is a bit big recently. Many people catch colds at this time every year. Madam Pomfrey prepared a batch of refreshing potions in advance."

Ron immediately tightened the scarf around his neck when he heard it.

Harry hurriedly handed his scarf to Ginny, who curved her eyes and smiled happily. "You can use a warming spell, Harry," Hermione suggested. Harry did so, and then he noticed that Ron was looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, and then he snorted.

"Very considerate," Ron said teasingly.

Perhaps it was the effect of the warming spell, Harry felt his face getting a little hot, like a stove that couldn't dissipate heat. Ginny, on the other hand, took Harry's arm generously and said as if no one was around, "Ignore that despicable hypocrite, he even writes letters to girls himself."

Harry's eyes widened. Ron blushed and tried to defend himself, "She wrote to me first! Asking if I would like to join her team after graduation." He turned to look at Harry, "You know about this, don't you? I laughed at her for not being successful with you..."

"It seems so," Harry recalled slowly, "but I remember her birthday had passed a long time ago, and I didn't expect you were still writing letters."

This time it was Ron's turn to feel uncomfortable.

Hermione asked in confusion, "Who are you talking about?"

"Collins," Harry said briefly.

"Oh," Hermione dragged her voice. She remembered that both of them wanted to be the Minister of Magic. "How is she

doing recently?" "Not bad," Ron muttered.

When they arrived at Hogsmeade Village, their first reaction was that there were more people walking on the road, and many of them were strangers. There was a map at the entrance of the village. They leaned over to take a look and found that two new streets had been built in the east and north of the village.

As the only one in the UK, and now one of the only two pure wizard villages, Hogsmeade always inadvertently shows the magic of magic and all kinds of magical people. When they passed by the noisy male and female wizards, Harry swore that he saw a wizard with vampire fangs.

At this time, an owl with snow-white feathers and black spots landed silently from above their heads and landed on Harry's shoulder. The owl pecked his ear gently, "Oh, Hedwig?" Hedwig stretched out one leg modestly and let Harry take down the paper tied to it. He unfolded it and read it, then faced the other three.

"Mr. Doggie will be here later, and he asked us to go somewhere else first," said Harry. He patted Hedwig's beak, "The window of the dormitory is open, and I left some food for you." Hedwig flew away.

"Great," Ron said happily, "Let's go to Westley's Wizard Wheezes and the Future World branch first. There may be new products on the market, and we can experience them first."

"Well said, so where should we go first?" Ginny asked.

"I haven't seen Fred and George for a long time." Harry said, and the group came to Westley's Wizard Wheezes, but Fred and George were not there, and there were only two clerks busying around. Harry was a little disappointed. He also wanted to ask the twins if they had passed the Muggle government's purchase list, although he seriously doubted that the brothers' prank gift package would be ruthlessly returned.

They politely declined the clerk's help and wandered around casually.

Fred and George's shop was still so attractive, with colorful spots of light and all kinds of noisy funny sounds everywhere. From time to time, a strange thing popped out from the shelves, corners, and ceilings to scare people. Harry repeatedly warned himself not to overreact, but when a spider with thick eyebrows and big eyes that could spin silk hung from the ceiling, he couldn't help laughing.

He turned his head and was about to show Ron this, but he caught a glimpse of Hermione reading a brochure and talking to the clerk. She didn't look like asking for the instructions of a new prank product. He curiously approached and a small jellyfish firework exploded in the crowd. A little boy was immediately surrounded by a group of jellyfish of different colors. Harry heard Hermione say to the clerk: "Can I take one away?"

"Of course, it's distributed free of charge by the Ministry of Magic." The clerk said.

"What's in your hand?" Harry asked after the clerk left. Hermione pointed to the box on the ground, which was neatly stacked with brochures exactly like the ones in her hand. On the outer packaging of the box, it was written, 'A travel guide to help you navigate the Muggle world. Provided by the Ministry of Magic.'

"Wow." Harry said.

"It looks quite realistic, doesn't it?" Hermione smiled. "I just read a little bit, and it suggests that wizards try to go to big cities, which may be more popular. For example, London has recently attracted many foreign tourists, all of whom are interested in magic."

Ron and Ginny also came over with a bunch of things.

"Hey, look at this!" Ron said excitedly while carrying two colorful bags. "Weiss's boutique prank gift package, including the best-selling classic products since the store opened, and an additional Dark Lord ornament; there is also a snack gift package for Muggles. The price is a little expensive, but it's barely acceptable."

"Unabridged version," Harry pointed to the printed words on the package and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Oh, remember the product list review at Sword Castle? Percy eliminated some names, thinking that they might cause harm to Muggles, but..." Ron gave Harry a knowing look. Harry stared at the boy on the gallows on the package in a daze, not knowing what product it corresponded to. At this time, Ginny poked his waist with her finger, motioning him to look at what he had taken.

It was a translucent box, through the packaging, you could see twelve small bottles inside, several male and female wizards showed obsessed and intoxicated expressions on their faces, and there were fierce-looking trolls and goblins next to them. "Isn't it some contraband?" Harry asked worriedly, Ginny moved her thumb away so that he could see the product name clearly, which read "Daydream Spell, Quidditch Exclusive Set."

"Very interesting," Harry said dryly, "I finally understand why even goblins and trolls can sit on flying brooms." Playing a game of Quidditch with goblins or trolls in a dream was still very tempting to him, so he also asked the clerk to take two boxes.

Then they went to the branch of Future World Company. There was a big notice posted on the window at the door, attracting many people to watch. When the people in front of them left with satisfaction, the four of them immediately came forward.

"Recruiting partners, whether you are a wizard who can't find your way, a student who has just graduated and has no way out, or a werewolf, vampire, or banshee... As long as you have wonderful ideas and real talents, you can apply for subsidies and the full support of a professional team of more than 300 people! Future World will help you realize your dream throughout the process..."

Harry was amazed. "As long as I have a good idea, the people of Future World Company can help me realize it?"

"It's not that simple," Hermione pointed to the small words below and said, "First of all, your idea must be feasible, which requires professional evaluation and is not illegal; secondly, you must spend a lot of time on it, not be completely ignorant, but just stuck on a certain technical difficulty... Only then will Future World Company be willing to help."

They went around and around, and felt that the time was about right, so they came to the Three Broomsticks to wait for Mr. Doggie.

"I'm exhausted," Ron shouted, "I've walked all day."

While waiting for Madam Rosmerta to prepare drinks for them, Harry looked around at his seat. He felt that there were more guests than last year, and there were two tables of rough-looking adult wizards. They were obviously not used to the students who often appeared in the Three Broomsticks. They were now speaking in a gruff voice.

"I don't want those Muggles to come in. They have already squeezed too much space. Now they are finally going to attack the last piece of wizard territory, right?"

"This is the decision of the Ministry of Magic, Dick." Another man absent-mindedly stroked the pattern on the wine glass, and seemed surprised that the glass was so clean. Harry thought he should have drunk in a place like the Hog's Head before.

The first man cursed.

"It's incredible," Ron said.

"Yeah, but I don't think everyone will be happy with the new policy." Harry turned around and found that Ron was looking in another direction. He followed his gaze and saw four Hogwarts students playing wizard cards together. Coincidentally, there was one student from each of the four colleges in the school.

"Eleanor Branstone," Ginny whispered, she stood up and greeted the person opposite her, then sat down again.

"Who are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"The one with the bear hat, I think it might be a club party." Ginny said, "Her club is very famous, I don't know where she got all the unique recipes, secret sauces and so on, but I think since Luna brought her own recipes..."

Ron choked and coughed repeatedly.

"I just heard what you said, I wanted to go and have a look at the next club event." He said with a frustrated look, "Now I have no hope."

"Don't say that," Ginny looked at him reproachfully, and then she said in a guilty tone that Harry thought was completely unnecessary: ​​"When the Bibi Weird Beans first came out, they were not well received by the public. Think about its current status."

"Yeah, I roughly guessed the role that Luna's recipes played in it." Ron said sharply.

Madam Rosmerta brought the drinks over. Hermione put away the pamphlet and asked casually, "Hello, Madam Rosmerta, is business good recently?"

"Not bad," she said nonchalantly. "Isn't there a new wizarding town in Cornwall to house foreign wizards, called Rutherford?" Hermione nodded. "We also got some here, but not a lot. There are also people who moved here from the Muggle community to live temporarily."

She also mentioned someone.

"There's a witch called Carlotta Pinkstone. Do you know her?"

Hermione nodded again. "Yes, she advocates the abolition of the Statute of Secrecy. I think she must be very happy now."

"She's locked up again." Madam Rosmerta said with a straight face.

"What?" Harry shouted in disbelief. The other three were also surprised. Madam Rosmerta explained, "The day after the wizard was completely exposed, she happily checked out of the room, saying that she was preparing to do something big. Didn't the Ministry of Magic ask everyone to hide during that time? But she was the only one showing off her magic in front of the Muggle tourist attraction. She was taken away by the Aurors in less than ten minutes... But now that the peace agreement has been signed, she will probably be released soon. Maybe she has already been released." She added.

Then Madam Rosmerta recommended new dishes to them, but when Ron moved the snack bag to the table, she turned around and greeted other guests. Harry and his friends began to try the wonderful delicacies carefully prepared by Fred and George one by one.

"That woman asked for it." Ron said with his mouth full of food, "There are always some people who want to be different and go against others. You don't know how many overtime hours Dad worked during that time. I heard that a wizard cast a rain spell on their Muggle neighbor's house before moving away, and the water was three feet deep..." He picked up a light yellow grape and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's okay, orange flavored, why are you laughing?" His face unconsciously turned the color of grapes.

Harry tried hard to hold back his smile. Hermione and Ginny leaned on the table and shrugged their shoulders. Ron kept asking what was wrong. After a long while, Ron, who finally figured out the situation, forced Harry to eat a gray, multi-flavored grape that looked very unappetizing. As a result, Harry's face turned red.

"Upgraded version, huh? It's quite interesting." Ron pushed the remaining half bunch of grapes aside angrily.

When everyone calmed down, or at least stopped laughing, Hermione waved the booklet in her hand. "So the Ministry of Magic advises wizards living in Muggle communities to behave better. Now it's a joint law enforcement, and every case will affect the future." She laughed herself. "I think Carlotta Pinkstone's name will definitely appear in the new management regulations..." "And

the guy who turned the neighbor's house into a swimming pool, the history of magic textbook will definitely mention it." Ginny said.

"I'm not as sure as you. It's hard to change Professor Binns' mind." Harry said. They laughed again.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Elphias Doge came in, exhausted. Harry stood up and waved to him. When Doge sat down, they found that he looked a little tired, with sunken eye sockets and a face full of anger.

"I'm so sorry, kids, I'm late." He said apologetically.

"What's the matter?" Harry noticed his mood and asked.

"Nothing," Doge said immediately, but the four people present stared at him. He sighed, "Well... I met a crazy woman on the road, and I argued with her for a long time." He said angrily.

"Why?" Ginny asked.

"Some rumors, conspiracy theories and so on. I have been collecting details for Dumbledore's biography, and Harry can't leave at school, so I took the list and visited..." He shook his head, and a few strands of hair on his forehead fluttered.

The three looked at him blankly. He glanced at the guests at the next table and said in a low voice: "You know, there have been a lot of changes in the wizarding world recently. They don't have much impact when viewed individually, but when they are taken together, people feel uncomfortable... People naturally want to vent their dissatisfaction, and those big names who can be named naturally become targets of venting anger, even Dumbledore..." "

But Professor Hep and Ms. Bones, as well as the staff of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix... are doing their best to plan for all wizards. Don't those dissatisfied people know that these measures may avoid hundreds or thousands of conflicts in the future?" Harry said angrily.

"Obviously, they don't know." Doggie said calmly.

He said with understanding: "They only know that their lives have become different and have changed. Whether it is good or bad requires time to verify. They are full of fear of the future in their hearts."

Harry and the others exchanged glances silently.

"But, Mr. Doggie, similar views are rarely heard in school, and there are no newspapers." Hermione asked puzzled.

"Ah, I think your brains haven't been formed yet. As for the elderly," Doggie said slowly, "many wizards are actually still alive, but they are no different from dead. They come out of the house once or twice a year, and the things in their brains are outdated."

"That's easy to understand, just like our Aunt Muriel." Ron said to Ginny.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"You don't need to remind me. She warned me after Bill and Fleur's wedding that if I want to borrow her headdress when I get married, I must follow the ancient etiquette."

Harry took a breath.

"What did you answer her?" Ron asked.

Ginny smiled and waved her hands, "I told her, don't bother, I plan to arrange the wedding in the sky, and give each guest a flying broomstick..."

Ron looked at Harry with a strange expression, then gave him a thumbs up and said in admiration, "That's amazing! I can't wait to see it."

Doggie said with a smile, "If that's the case, remember to invite me, I want to see it too." Then he found that the four people present were staring at him intently, and he was a little puzzled, "...Did I say something wrong? Although I'm over a hundred years old, I still fly in the yard on a broom occasionally..."

"Well, Mr. Doggie?" Hermione said cautiously, "Did you just eat the grapes on the table?"

"Oh, yes, I just picked one up... What's the matter?"

The four of them shook their heads guiltily. Hermione whispered a word, "Fifteen minutes." The other three immediately realized that she was talking about the validity period of the multi-flavored grapes to change the color of the skin. "Mr. Doggie, let's talk about the biography," Harry said hurriedly, "I wrote two more drafts, but I think some places are easy to cause misunderstandings..."

He motioned Hermione to take the manuscript out of the beaded bag and tried not to look at the green, wrinkled face.

Doggie took the thick parchment from Hermione and lowered his head to read. He said as he read, "So I admire Mr. Hep, he is a very far-sighted person, especially for the biography of Dumbledore. How do you say that: anticipate the enemy's moves, I was a little confused at first..."

Most of the rest of October was spent in continuous rain, and the cold quietly came and enveloped the country for the next two weeks, with temperatures close to freezing. When Halloween was approaching, the air finally stopped being humid all day.

Compared to the enthusiasm of the people inspired by magic in the cold weather, governments are more concerned about what the International Wizarding Organization, which is said to be comparable to the United Nations but with stronger law enforcement, is doing. The "Statute of Secrecy" they issued has been in operation for 300 years. You know, this time is longer than the existence of most countries in the world.

On October 27, there was finally movement at the Federation headquarters.