Thinking Hut.

Nick Flamel looked around, examining the furnishings in the room with interest. He looked hundreds of years younger.

"You still have such magic? I'm really surprised." He smiled and said, "My preparations are no longer needed."

Felix had a stern face, as if welcoming an unwelcome guest. He stood in front of a dark green curtain, which was rolled up high, revealing a tall door behind it.

Felix stared at the door, which opened automatically. There were shadows inside, and it was impossible to see what was inside clearly. Behind the door was his inner world, where all the deepest secrets and memories were hidden.

The two stepped in and stood in a long corridor, with tall bookshelves on both sides. Every item on the bookshelf - books, notebooks, memory balls and miscellaneous items, represents the truest self.

Against the light, only the light of the thinking room can be seen. The faces of Felix and Nick Flamel are hidden in the darkness. Then, the figure belonging to Felix waved his arms, and the wind and clouds surged in the corridor. The bookshelves twisted and turned into a large number of heavy clouds, layered and occupying their original positions.

The sky seemed to be pulled to their feet,

and the thick clouds hung low - they were like being in a sea of ​​clouds, with dark golden clouds on both sides, extending forward from where the two stood, overlapping, and disappearing into the unknown end. "Please come in." Felix said briefly and politely.

"Felix..." Nick Flamel shook his head. He felt guilty. There were some things he didn't tell anyone, not even Dumbledore - he saw half of the prophecy, and the world was about to face changes again, which was more shocking than anything in the past.

But unfortunately, he couldn't see the end, nor could he see the way forward, so he could only hope for the later ones.

The dark golden clouds entangled and expanded, and pictures and voices appeared one after another.

As the clouds gathered, a man with a somewhat elegant look raised a palm-sized piece of paper in his hand and said confidently, "Felix, I will keep an eye on it..."

Nick Flamel walked quickly through this section and stopped in front of a dark golden cloud that was constantly rolling, looking at it carefully. Felix was the only one in the picture. He was sitting quietly in the office, flipping through a stack of parchment. The picture on the paper made him frown.

"What is this...?"

"The road that Salazar Slytherin gave up. I'll pick it up and take a look."

Nick Flamel nodded without commenting and continued to walk forward. He was not interested in the details, but focused on the rolling clouds that could affect his emotions.

He walked a long way, and his clothes rolled up a wisp of mist, causing the originally gathered picture to scatter again. "I can only tell you that the code name of that person is Bigfoot..."

Nick stopped at a place where the water was constantly surging. He asked curiously, "Is this the Three Broomsticks Bar?" He looked at the people in the picture. Felix was sitting with a middle-aged man with a hooked nose. The middle-aged man was bored and drank one glass after another with a numb expression.

"Severus, we should all look forward." Felix in the picture consoled.

"Can you forget the past?" The middle-aged man said, "Can you forget Chesterton Avery? What about Carlo, Nott, Parkinson, Selwyn... and the Shafik family?"

Felix stopped talking and clinked glasses with the middle-aged man. When bringing the middle-aged man back to Hogwarts, Felix stared at the drunken man on the bed and whispered, "That's why I thank you, Professor."

Nick Flamel asked, "Who is this?"

"The dean when I was in school."

"Has he helped you?"

"Yes."

"He looks like a kind-hearted person."

"...Maybe not."

Nick said with understanding, "I am narrow-minded, people are complicated."

They continued to move forward, walking and stopping along the way. Nick Flamel briefly stopped at Felix chasing Sirius and the Patronus expelling Dementors, but watched Felix's speech at the Ministry of Magic in its entirety.

"What do you think of the Statute of Secrecy?" the old man asked.

"I'm pessimistic."

"Will you push for the abolition of the Statute of Secrecy?"

"It's a thankless task. I don't need to do anything, and I won't be able to stick with it for many more years."

Nick sighed, "I agree with you. The wizarding world has been closed for too long, and the outside world is changing with each passing day..."

He changed the subject and said happily, "Don't look at me as an antique. One of my safe houses is placed in a Muggle community without any magic - that would cause all kinds of modern electrical appliances to malfunction, such as refrigerators, air conditioners, ovens... and home game consoles. Did you know this? Perenelle likes it very much... I also have another identity, an expert in occult research!"

...

In front of another cloud, Nick looked at Newt Scamander with nostalgia, and he talked more: "When I first met Newt, he was very dull and not good at speaking. Maybe he hasn't changed now..." He said softly: "Many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Then he looked at Felix in the cloud, and Felix said bluntly: "What family are you from?" The

young man opposite stammered: "Ever-Avery."

Nick Flamel asked curiously: "Is this the Avery that the professor just mentioned?" Seeing Felix nod, he couldn't help asking: "What did he do?"

Felix said with a mysterious expression: "You will see, isn't this the purpose of your coming."

...

Not far from here, Nick Flamel listened to what Felix said in the seventh grade class, he smacked his lips: "The seeds of miracles..." He pondered for a long time.

They continued walking forward. Nick couldn't help laughing when he heard Felix in his memory say to a freckled boy, "This is the Nick Flamel of mice." "What a wonderful metaphor."

Felix was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect to be caught by the real person when he said this.

Nick said thoughtfully, "So, the infamous Sirius Black is innocent, and Peter Pettigrew is the traitor? Animagus... The only question is the Fidelius Charm, but the secret keeper can be transferred, or maybe the Potters lied to everyone from the beginning."

Felix said calmly, "You should have thought of it earlier. You skipped some key content."

Nick smiled and said, "It's impossible for me to put my nose on your face and observe you in detail. Although it's not convincing, I still want to save some of the image in your heart."

"Really?" Felix muttered.

At another cloud, Nick Flamel asked, "Who is this little girl?"

"Hermione Granger, my assistant in the Ancient Runes class." Felix explained.

"How considerate." Nick watched Hermione put a pot of green plants on the square table piled with books, adding a touch of vitality to the dim left half of the space, and he said in admiration. "

But what happened before? You look like you have suffered some shock... Oh, I see, magic riot, this method... is not appropriate, but..."

Nick Flamel looked at the picture on the dark gold cloud, on one side was the Longbottom couple holding Neville, and on the other side was Felix who couldn't believe it, he stopped talking.

The next is a relatively long road. Nick did not stop except to say "interesting" to the golden rune ball until he saw everything that happened at the Muggle meeting during the summer vacation.

"All curses end. I have used this magic before... I'm sorry, when people get old, they tend to fall into meaningless memories." Nick said with emotion: "What do you think of the Reform Society?"

"Young, promising, and representing the future."

"Yes, young people have potential and represent the future." Nick murmured.

...

Nick Flamel watched with interest the questions Felix asked in the public class at the University of Paris. At that time, Felix used a hypothetical method to outline the current situation of the magic world and asked the professor for his opinion.

The old man smiled and said, "You are so brave, no wonder the Auror wanted to catch you."

Felix explained, "I just happened to catch up, and I really want to know how a philosophy professor views this issue."

"With the help of other people's wisdom?" The old man said, "A smart way."

Later in the Chamber of Secrets, Nick couldn't help complaining about Dumbledore: "I don't quite agree with some of his practices, but... I'm not him, I don't know on what grounds he made this decision."

Nick Flamel kept walking forward, in an office, he saw Dumbledore with his hands crossed, and asked seriously: "Why are you so persistent in coming to Hogwarts to teach?"

Nick asked: "Is this your interview?"

"Obviously, I'm hired."

Nick nodded, and the clouds in front of him had silently turned into sea blue, which was Felix's memory in the three years since graduation. The old man smiled and said, "The same color as my eyes." Here, he saw a more real side of Felix, like a real ordinary person working and living in a technology company. "It really surprised me." Nick said.

The two years before this were the experience of Felix traveling around the world. Nick Flamel blinked and watched Felix shuttle through the black markets of different countries, selecting and exchanging various magic items and notebooks. Most of the people he dealt with were dark wizards who wandered in the gray area, robbing, fighting, counterattacking, setting traps...

"Blue represents sadness?" Nick asked, staring at the blue, glowing clouds.

"No, I enjoy this experience." Felix said.

"Uh... okay."

Then the clouds on both sides of the road turned dark gold again, and he saw the younger Felix in school. Wherever he went in the sixth and seventh grades, he was looked at with awe. The crowd automatically made way for him, and Felix smiled and nodded at them.

"Is it because the Shafik family left Britain? No worries?" The old man thought.

But the next moment, Nick Flamel denied this guess. He saw that at the end of the fifth grade, Felix visited some pure-blood families one by one.

Nick Flamel stared at a dark golden cloud that was constantly rolling. He guessed that if the color of the cloud represented emotions, then Felix must have been happy at that time, the joy of revenge.

It was a room decorated with magnificent decorations. On a single sofa with bright green and silver stripes, sat a young man with black hair and blue eyes.

The fireplace decorated with gold patterns made a slight sound, and a middle-aged wizard walked out. He saw Felix and his eyes showed surprise and panic.

"Felix Hep...you, what are you doing here!" He roared angrily, "Who asked you to come in? You are not welcome here!"

The young man said gently: "I feel it is necessary to visit, regarding the differences between us."

The wizard was extremely angry, "What tricks are you playing? Where is Dumbledore? Does he want to attack the pure-blood family?"

But then, his body stiffened, like a tilted stone statue, and his sight kept moving down until finally, he found himself kneeling on the ground.

He could only see the young man's shoes.

"It's a very hidden spell, isn't it? I found it in the restricted section... I came here today to formally introduce myself, although I have dealt with him during last summer vacation. What was Parkinson's name? I can't remember it clearly. His face was swollen like a pumpkin. Um, the spell rebounded."

"...Jem!" The man with the surname Parkinson growled.

A house elf suddenly appeared, and the next second a red light flashed, and the elf fell to the ground unconscious.

Felix stood up, walked past the wizard, and looked at the portrait hanging on the wall. "I did my homework before I came here. Your family also has a Minister of Magic, Perseus Parkinson, who tried to pass the bill that 'marriage with Muggles will be considered illegal' during his administration, but failed." "

It's a bit regrettable, isn't it? This kind of thought can only be kept in the family and cannot be accepted by the public." He touched the wizard's head with his wand.

The face of the kneeling Parkinson clan leader turned purple. It only took two minutes for him to go from hatred, unwillingness, decadence, and fear.

"What do you need me to do, Mr. Hep?"

"Be good and stop jumping around. I promised Headmaster Dumbledore that I won't pursue the matter."

...

Nick Flamel said softly, "I said that the Parkinson family has been very quiet in recent years. They were very radical in the past." He asked curiously, "The family that has suddenly declined in recent years is related to you?"

"Well, then I need to count carefully." Felix said uncertainly.

They continued to walk forward. A huge cloud kept rolling, bringing out wisps of hazy clouds. The picture gradually became clear. It was the memory of Felix's duel at the beginning of the fifth grade.

In a corner of the Hogwarts Great Hall, after Dumbledore finished his welcome speech, the young Felix put on his gloves slowly. There was no one sitting on both sides of him, which made it easy for him to stand up and calmly walk to a blond boy.

Felix slowly took off his gloves and said slowly: "Shafik, one of the 28 holy pure-blood families? Noble, glorious... or maybe just a piece of scum who can only hide in dark corners and attack. I guess every inch of your veins is flowing with dirty blood. I really want to know if it's true..." He threw the gloves at the blond boy's face.

The blond boy's body was already stiff and sweating profusely. The white gloves stuck to his neck and fell to the ground because of his constant trembling, covered with dust.

He stammered, "Felix..."

"Please, I said so, don't let me down." Felix stared at him and said sarcastically, "You are Shafik."

"I, I'll take... I--" The blond Shafik fell off his seat and collapsed.

"Felix Happ!" Snape strode over from the professor's seat and growled, "What do you want to do?"

"Professor," Felix bowed slightly, "as you can see, I want to see whether the blood of this family is red or black."

Snape's hands trembled with anger, and he whispered, "Stop your boring game of revenge. Dumbledore has intervened, where you can't see! Believe me, he will make the Shafik family pay the price."

"I want more," Felix said, with a strange light in his eyes: "Why let this corrupt family continue to be an eyesore?"

"Felix Happ," Snape suppressed the fear in his heart. He saw the shadow of another person in the eyes of his young student, "I forbid you to do this."

Felix played with his wand and said nothing.

Dumbledore came over and said in a deep voice: "Minerva, take Shafik away, and the others -" he raised his voice, "led by the prefects, return to the common room."

...

In the memory corridor, Felix asked: "Do you have any opinions, Nick? Do you think I'm too much?"

Nick did not respond to this unpleasant topic and continued to walk. He saw that at the end of the fourth grade, Felix walked out of the school gate and knocked down the people who attacked him with various evil curses.

Even if one of the people's heads became twice as big as before, it was difficult for people to sympathize with him - because the curse was cast by himself.

The memory of the entire fourth grade was a pale white, extremely monotonous. Felix could be seen everywhere practicing spells in various unmanned corners. Thousands of pictures together constituted the entire memory of this year.

In a dark cave in the Forbidden Forest, a dazzling green light illuminated the narrow and humid space, revealing a tense face.

"Killing Curse..."

"Yes, it is said to be very useful. I spent a lot of effort to find it." Felix said in a relaxed tone.

Nick shook his head, disagreeing with him: "The Unforgivable Curse will corrode the soul. Even Aurors must receive regular psychological counseling, not to mention you were still a child."

"The circumstances were special. I didn't think so much about it, and you missed it. A ghost friend of mine stopped me."

"Is it that lady? I remember you called her Helena?"

"The other one, the one covered in silver-white blood."

Nick Flamel insisted: "No matter what, you shouldn't learn dark magic, especially at such a young age..."

"Oh, thank you for your concern."

The old man said with a straight face: "I can tell it's a lie."

...

Nick Flamel stood in front of a huge black cloud in a bad mood. The black cloud exuded a deep black mist, like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws. He seemed to be able to hear the beast roaring, but it was all his illusion. This was the scene at the beginning of the fourth grade-

dozens of owls hovered over the empty long dining table, and only the young Felix sat with his back to them. The owls dropped red letters, the letters twisted and opened their mouths, speaking vicious words.

"Dirty mudblood! The shame of Slytherin, don't let me see you, I will crush your bones one by one..."

"Have you heard of the Unforgivable Curse? Cruciatus, Cruciatus!" Then there was a shrill laugh.

"...Curse your name, curse your blood!"

The voices of dozens of shouting letters echoed in the hall, intertwined, making it difficult to hear clearly, and only some bad words could be heard from a few words.

The little wizards huddled aside, the Slytherin students watched coldly, and the people from the other three colleges whispered and made a lot of noise.

"Bang!"

All the letters were blown to ashes, Felix stood up expressionlessly, and a path was automatically opened in the crowd.

"Oh, God!" Professor McGonagall hurried over and said in a panic. The Slytherin dining table was already in a mess. She shouted angrily: "Evil, despicable, sewer-hiding guy! Totally mean... shameless!"

"Are you okay, Hep?" She said carefully, and her hand on Felix's shoulder bounced away as if she had been electrocuted.

"I'm fine, professor." The young Felix said calmly, "Better than before."

In the corridor, Nick Flamel frowned deeply and opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, but he said nothing. Then there was a long gray cloud, and a group of low black clouds swirled and danced. They seemed to have entered a deep sea, with black reefs connected to whirlpools, rolling up large pieces of sea water and mist.

Some words kept drilling into Nick Flamel's ears like worms.

"You want to fight? I'm just teaching you how to be a human being. Scum is scum no matter where it is, and a mudblood is a mudblood. Am I wrong? Everyone, listen to me, what did I say wrong..."

"You're in luck. In my first two years, you'll be used as material for practicing magic. I know a big shot who has this hobby."

"I have a jar for house-elves at home, and it's just the right size."

Nick Flamel kept speeding up his pace, trying to cross this road, but the road seemed particularly long. He turned around and saw Felix listening calmly, oblivious to everything.

"Felix, don't you care?"

"I'm actually quite lucky," Felix laughed, "My grademates can't beat me, and the seniors can only watch due to school rules. After all, the punishment at the time was quite severe..."

"But if I can't help but take the initiative to attack the senior students, I will no longer be protected. I have to allow them to protect themselves, right? So for a long time they have been chattering in my ears, so childish, just talking nonsense, like a nagging, gossiping fly - in fact, it has no effect on me."

Nick Flamel did not speak, the black clouds on both sides were still tormenting his ears -

"You beat my brother into the hospital, my dear brother, I wanted to teach you a lesson... Unfortunately, Professor Snape warned me. What a pity, who made me four grades higher than you, you don't want to hit me, little mudblood? Do you know which family I am from?"

"What's your name?" This is Felix, who had just enrolled, he said vigilantly.

"Oh, I'm your prefect, Chesterton, Chesterton Avery, remember this last name, I hope you can respectfully call me Prefect Avery, we will be together for at least three years, if you don't drop out of school."

...

Nick Flamel strode forward, leaving all kinds of annoying voices behind, Felix followed slowly, "Walk slowly, I suddenly found that it feels good to find someone to share the past... To be honest, I'm tired of making up lies, but it's hard to find the right person."

The old man ignored Felix's nagging, and finally, he passed through the area, and the light golden sunlight appeared, and a huge joy enveloped him.

The golden, light clouds floated like cotton candy, reflecting colorful light. Nick Flamel stared at the picture above:

a little boy with short black hair sat in the yard, quietly reading a book, and there were more than a dozen boys and girls in the yard, they were laughing and playing, and four half-grown children were sweating around a simple basketball hoop.

"Hey, little Felix, come play with us!"

The short-haired boy raised the book in his hand, "Wait until I finish reading these two pages--" He suddenly raised his head and looked forward with shining eyes, as if he was looking at Nick Flamel.

Felix slowly caught up with him, "You are really not slow, huh? This is..." He looked at the boy on the screen, the boy's light blue eyes blinked, showing a bright smile, and stretched out his hand to him.

Felix blinked and stretched out his hand as well, and the two hands seemed to be holding each other.

"Flutter!"

An owl landed on the boy's hand, holding a letter in its mouth.

It was a brown letter made of parchment, with the address written in dark green ink on one side and a wax seal and a shield emblem on the other side. In the center of the emblem was the capital letter "H", surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

In the corridor -

"What is this?"

"The day I received the acceptance letter to Hogwarts."

"Let's stop here, Felix." Nick Flamel said softly, and the two returned to reality.