"How is Harry? There's not much news about him in the newspapers..."

"He's fine. He's probably sleeping with the dragon egg in his arms."

At this moment, they were sitting in Lupin's office. Felix was drinking tea while looking at the furnishings in the room. "Tsk! The color you picked is a bit old-fashioned. You're not even forty yet."

Lupin shrugged his shoulders. "That's not young either."

"You still have a lot of time to waste." Felix said. The two drank tea for a while and started talking about business.

"How are the sales of magic rune cards?"

"Not bad. If it weren't for those engraving machines, the supply might be in short supply. There are also foreign merchants who have taken the initiative to seek cooperation. They are all accumulated from the previous sales of magic lamps."

Felix nodded with satisfaction.

"I think Ludo Bagman's suggestion is good. The projection screen can be applied to the second and third projects. You may have to make a trip. Of course, the most important thing is that we can store the game process and make it into images... We can't just rely on a weird sister group to promote the magic phonograph, right?"

For wizards, storing sound and images at the same time, the difference here is not much. Similarly, it is not a foolish dream to compare the two-dimensional image with the three-dimensional projection.

Lupin lowered his head to think, and after a while, he tilted his head slightly towards Felix.

"It's not that I disagree, but there are still a few problems at present, unless you are willing to help. The next project is in February?"

"February 24th."

"That should be in time," Lupin said after thinking, and he looked at Felix: "Everyone in the company admires you very much, even those who have just joined are spreading your legend... You know, although you didn't stay for a long time during the summer vacation, you solved most of the problems, and when you left it alone, our research progress slowed down all of a sudden."

"Okay, I'll stay in the company for the next two days of the weekend." Felix said helplessly.

...

With his joining, the research progress has accelerated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Many times, the researchers raised a problem, and he quickly simulated it in the thinking room, and a few minutes later he could come up with a solution with theoretical support.

The whole company, from newcomers to old employees, was driven around by his instructions, but everyone's expression was very excited.

"Is this the level of our boss?" whispered an Irish redneck wizard. He was recently recruited into the company and had mastered the cutting spell and was very good at synchronous transformation.

"You haven't seen how he performed in the Quidditch World Cup!" said a young researcher.

"I was abroad before..." the redneck wizard muttered. Although he said so, he couldn't help but feel a deep admiration in his heart when he looked at his boss. He knew too much.

Felix was assigning tasks in an orderly manner: "This time we will try two new plans. The first group uses long-distance transmission spells, and the second group uses synchronous magic combined with transfiguration. Well, this is more complicated, I will do it myself..."

Ten minutes later, the golden fog like liquid gold quietly flowed around, and above the fog, the light was constantly refracted, forming blurred images.

"There is a problem... Should we bind the fog and try the placement spell? Or the smoke lock spell? The magic rune circuit?"

Felix kept thinking, and Clemmy quickly recorded his words and the results of the experiment. After an afternoon, most of the troubles that hindered them had been solved.

In the evening, people in the company said goodbye to him one by one, with heartfelt recognition on their faces.

"Look, you are the boss of this company." Lupin said with a smile. Felix

pressed his forehead. It was not easy for him to use the high-intensity mind acceleration. Especially since he had persisted for so long, he didn't want to think about anything at the moment, and lazily lay on the sofa in Lupin's office.

"Don't think I don't know what you think," Felix said with half-closed eyes, "I just don't want the company to always rely on me alone. It's okay now. I can solve all the problems I encounter, but in the future..."

He suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong in the future?" Lupin looked at Felix strangely.

But to his frustration, Felix began to hum again, holding a cup of tea and drinking it slowly, "In the future, of course, I'll just sit and wait to get paid. I don't want to work hard."

"I remember you didn't say that before," Lupin said, "Including the 'Future World' of the same name that you registered with the Muggle government, I always feel..." He looked at Felix carefully, weighed his words, and said softly: "You seem to anticipate some changes in the future, such as the complete ineffectiveness of the confidentiality law?"

"Felix, are you preparing for this?"

Lupin himself was shocked when he said this. His brain was more than a beat slower than usual. He was always smart and thought about it over and over again in his mind before he came to a terrible conclusion. He said in a lost voice:

"Are you going to learn from Grindelwald and forcibly abolish the Statute of Secrecy?"

"How is that possible?" Felix laughed and opened his eyes. "I can't think so far into the future, and I don't want to be Don Quixote and rush towards the windmill alone..." "Huh?" He rubbed his chin and thought: "Thinking about it carefully, I actually have the ability to cut off the windmill."

Seeing Lupin's expression becoming more and more serious, he muttered: "Why are you like Percy, without any sense of humor..."

Lupin laughed weakly: "This kind of big thing is not a joke, especially since you are the one who said it, I can't take it as a joke. So, what do you think? If you leave the company to me, I will definitely manage it according to your ideas."

"My idea is very simple."

Felix raised his finger: "First, let wizards gradually realize the development of ordinary people. As pioneers, we have the responsibility to gather the wisdom of both and show it to one of them. Obviously, we have no other choice for the time being. The customers can only be wizards..."

But the future is hard to say.

"Second, prevent the return of Voldemort."

In other words, gather the people.

"Voldemort?" Lupin looked at him in surprise. The expression on his face was disbelief at first, and then he obviously thought of something and became worried.

"Has anyone told you about this?" Felix asked curiously.

"It was Sirius," Lupin frowned, took out a bottle of eggnog from the cabinet behind the chair, and poured himself a glass, "Do you need it?"

Felix shook his head slightly.

Lupin took a big sip and said, "He didn't tell me in detail. It seems that it involves a big secret. Headmaster Dumbledore stopped him from telling others... But he told me not to fall behind in training. The war more than ten years ago is far from over."

"All hatred will be settled in the future." One of his hands tightly grasped his knee.

Felix looked at Lupin. He knew that Lupin had an enemy who had been at large.

He whispered, "You guessed right. Sirius was right. No one knows what the future will be like. The Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts has been lagging behind in the past few decades. In addition, the people in the Ministry of Magic have little sense of crisis after the war. Except for the Aurors, others can hardly cast a complete Shield Charm."

"It is only in recent years that the Dueling Club has become the norm, and this year it has become an elective course. It has partially replaced the function of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the graduates have basic protective capabilities. But if they neglect training, they will forget the little knowledge they have learned in a few years... Have you ever thought about it, if the war really comes, what can you expect them to do?"

Lupin also realized this problem. More than a decade ago, why did Voldemort become everyone's nightmare? First of all, he was very powerful, and even Dumbledore could not trap him; secondly, the Death Eaters under him were not weak either, and they also won over a group of dark creatures, causing a lot of bloodshed.

He dared not imagine what another war would be like, because the interval between wars was too short! If Voldemort came back, those who had experienced the war would only surrender at a faster speed in order to suffer less damage. Anyway, as long as they were not of Muggle descent, they would basically not be slaughtered. Of course, not many people would truly support the rule of the Dark Lord.

In fact, this trend had already appeared at the end of the last war.

As the only person who made the Dark Lord afraid, Dumbledore always stayed at home in school. Many people have complaints about this, but there are still a few people who think that Dumbledore has actually fought Voldemort and won, which is why the Dark Lord did not harm any student at Hogwarts during the war. Given the Dark Lord's character, he would not let go of the Muggle wizards in the school so easily.

But it is obvious that Dumbledore can't do anything to Voldemort, at least he can't imprison him like he imprisoned the first generation of the Dark Lord. There are rumors that the mysterious man is good at a kind of escape magic and has practiced it to the degree of perfection. There are also rumors that the mysterious man has transformed himself beyond recognition with extremely evil black magic, so that no matter how much he is injured, he can recover quickly and become lively again...

Lupin's heart was in a mess, and at this time, Felix's voice seemed to come from the sky.

"As for the third, I am indeed dissatisfied with the Statute of Secrecy and the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic... but what's the point of me being dissatisfied alone? Use force to oppress and become the second Dark Lord? Oh, sorry, it's the third one. No matter how you look at it, it's a stupid move."

"So I regard myself as a variable." He suddenly showed a mischievous smile and kept turning the teacup in his hand. "Yes, the initial variable, the first variable... change some things, promote some things, push some things, and then wait for the storm to come."

"Although I have never passed the Divination class, I have a firm feeling that I may live a long time," Felix said to Lupin with a smile, "so I can afford to wait."