After returning from Diagon Alley, Felix used his Patronus to attack the monster statue in front of the headmaster's office again. This time, he was not stopped and met Dumbledore.

Walking into the office, the portraits of the past headmasters on the wall were snoring in the frames, and Dumbledore was staring at the Pensieve intently.

Felix was surprised to hear Rita Skeeter's voice. Her two-inch-long nails painted as red as blood flashed in the Pensieve. She said in a cunning voice: "My book is about to be published."

Dumbledore murmured: "That's not a good idea... Felix?" He raised his head and said, while using his wand to stir the silver substance in the Pensieve. Rita Skeeter's face disappeared along with her bright long nails.

"Principal Dumbledore, you are really busy recently, but I really didn't expect that you would meet her." Felix said with a smile, "Are you planning to write an autobiography? If so, it is really not a good idea to ask her for help."

This was in response to Dumbledore's mumbling when he first came in.

Dumbledore was amused, his beard trembling. "There are many ways to leave traces, such as magical portraits, memories of classroom 7, or even simply living in people's memories... but I don't think an autobiography is included." Felix shrugged and

fiddled with the silverware on the table with his fingers, watching it make a chirping noise and spew out wisps of smoke.

"Did you gain anything?"

"Ah, except for a few memories that prove that Voldemort was a bad boy since childhood... there is not much information worth paying attention to. In addition, I went to the seaside cave you mentioned and I have to say, Felix, you are too rough. I only found a ruin."

The two then talked about the Shield Charm. Dumbledore showed some interest, but soon he seemed a little tired, and Felix took the initiative to leave.

"If you can, pay more attention to Madame Maxime, Felix." Dumbledore said behind him.

Felix frowned, "Is she a suspect?"

"No, of course not," Dumbledore said softly, "I believe she will not become Voldemort's pawn. What I care about is whether she can become our friend..." He said with some distress, "Hagrid has been turned down by her recently."

...

It was the end of the month when I saw Hagrid again.

As December approached, the weather became colder and colder, especially last night when it rained and snowed. The ground was covered with mottled blue ice crystals. Students walked through the courtyard with difficulty in thick cloaks.

Felix followed the crowd and came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The carriage of Beauxbatons was in sight. Several students beside the carriage were looking around. They conjured up a transparent ice slide and slid down from a high place. Not far from them was Hagrid's hut.

A witch wearing a scarf sat quietly beside the carriage, holding a golden egg in her arms. When she saw Felix, she ran over happily.

"Professor Hepp!"

"Miss Delacour?" Felix asked, glancing at a strand of silver hair exposed from under the scarf.

"It's me," Fleur lifted her scarf and smiled, "Madame Maxime is waiting for you."

The carriage was not crowded. It looked like a mobile inn. There were more than a dozen spacious rooms separated from the inside, and in the center was a living room similar to the college lounge. It was warm as spring here, and the decorations inside were very characteristic of Beauxbatons. In addition to large clusters of pink and blue flowers, he also saw a magic fountain, which stirred up ice-blue water mist with a scent of aromatherapy.

Fleur took him through a door with the Beauxbatons school emblem painted on it and came to the dining room in the carriage. Madame Maxime was having a meal. She wiped her mouth with a blue napkin and waved her hand: "Please sit down, Felix... Fleur, come with me."

Fleur sat obediently at the dining table to eat, gathering her shiny silver hair to the left, while listening to their conversation.

Felix thanked him, and through the small round window he could see Hagrid's burly figure walking back and forth in front of the pumpkin field, teaching a group of students.

"It's really strange, how could anyone like that thing... called a blasted tail scorpion or something?" Madame Maxime snorted through her nose, gesturing with a fork with a blue pattern that was several times larger than Felix's hand, pointing to the blurred scenery in the distance.

"Blasted tail skrewt," Felix said, picking up a piece of seafood for himself. He guessed that it was a stock brought from France because he had never seen this kind of fish, but there were very few of them. The soup was paired with fish from the Black Lake. It was unknown whether Hogwarts offered it on its own initiative or the students of Beauxbatons caught it themselves.

Madame Maxime seemed absent-minded and said with little interest, "I'm not interested in magical creatures."

"I happen to know a magical creature expert, oh, not Hagrid, but another one, Mr. Newt Scamander." Felix said, "He has retired, but his stories when he was young are very interesting. I talked to him a lot."

In fact, he talked to Newt's memory in classroom 7. Felix only recently discovered that he has a unique advantage in building relationships with these memories.

Although the memory is like a person, it is not a person after all. Instead, it is more like a ghost. The most intuitive difference is that they have no sense of taste and can only recall the food they have eaten. Coincidentally, Felix can pull out a feast from his mind. Ghosts and memories are exclusive. After many years, Newt missed everything in the Hogwarts kitchen very much. Felix learned a lot of interesting information.

For example, how he was expelled.

Felix talked about some of Newt's adventures. Unlike the "Wizards Quest Dragon" stories that Madame Maxime and Fleur usually heard, Newt's experience is full of understanding and love for these magical animals. He rarely uses violent means to deal with them, but tries his best to make friends with these magical animals.

"Anyway, he rescued the poor thunderbird from the Egyptian dealers and then sent it back to the United States..."

"Mr. Scamander has a heart of gold, and the feelings of animals are more sincere. I am narrow-minded." Madame Maxime said emotionally, and the large glass of gin in front of her was already empty.

"What happened next?" Fleur asked.

"I don't know either," Felix spread his hands, "It may be a romantic love story later. He met a lady. I guess they are playing the game of throwing meatballs at moon beasts now?"

He then took the opportunity to talk about the current situation of werewolves in France.

"I know what you are talking about." Madame Maxime continued, "Wolfsbane potion, a great invention. Our Ministry of Magic imported a batch. To be honest, it's a bit expensive... So the Minister is talking to us, hoping to buy the formula of the potion."

She said with some dissatisfaction: "Your Minister is like a shrewd businessman, asking us for a lot of good things."

"He still doesn't respect Madame Maxime!" Fleur said sharply.

Felix looked over and saw Madame Maxime shaking her head slightly, her eyes reddening uncontrollably, which made him wonder what Fudge had said, or rather, what he had shown. But he wisely didn't ask.

Next, the three people at the table ate in silence, and Madame Maxime glanced at Hagrid's pumpkin patch again. In the distance, a huge blasting-tailed skrewt spurted out a cluster of sparks from its tail, pulling the student forward violently and dragging him forward in the snow.

"Ouch!" Madame Maxime laughed.