Felix came out of the Potions Office with satisfaction and looked out the window. It was late March and the weather had become much warmer. The Forbidden Forest and the mountains were no longer bare brown blocks.

"It would be a shame not to go to the Forbidden Forest on such a nice day." Felix said to himself. He cast an illusion spell on himself, shook off his body, put on a silver cloak and soared into the sky.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Felix landed, and the silver cloak behind him turned into a light spot and disappeared. He couldn't help thinking, "Maybe in the future, one of the introductions about me will be about working with Dumbledore to study the twelve uses of the Patronus Charm?"

He laughed at the idea and strolled in the Forbidden Forest. When you get closer, you will find that although the weather is still cold, many plants have already drilled out of the cold soil and revealed tender buds.

He also saw a bunch of musk orchids.

Felix wandered around several locations in the Forbidden Forest, including a group of unicorns, a group of hippogriffs, thestrals, and of course the nest of the Acromantula. Gok's rule was relatively stable, especially with the existence of Felix as his "accomplice". Any Acromantula that showed its brutal nature would not end well.

In the evening, Felix cast a spell on a wooden stake he picked up, turning it into a dog toy and gave it to Hagrid's hound Fang.

Back in the castle, he ran into Professor Flitwick in the hallway. "Oh, Felix? Minerva was looking for you just now!" he said sharply.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know... but she asked me to tell you to go to Dumbledore's office first. The password is: honey residue." Flitwick told him the information he knew, "It was about an hour ago."

"Okay." Felix shrugged and went to the separate small tower where the headmaster's office was huddled. After reciting the password, the huge stone beast opened, revealing the automatic spiral staircase behind it.

Felix knocked on the door, and the shiny oak door opened automatically. He walked into the office. There were two people in the circular room, Dumbledore sitting behind the desk, and another...

Felix squinted his eyes. He seemed to see an old lion striding towards him, with brown mane and thick eyebrows flying wantonly, a pair of sharp yellow eyes, and even the gray hair and unsteady legs did not reduce this majesty.

A name emerged in his mind: Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, the right-hand man of the Director of Law Enforcement. But at least on the surface, he had not seen Scrimgeour yet.

So he turned around and looked at Dumbledore beside him, "Principal Dumbledore? You asked me to come here..."

"Oh," Dumbledore came back to his senses from watching the fun, crossed his slender fingers in front of him, and said with a smile: "According to the appointment of the Ministry of Magic, Felix, you will have three groups of visitors today..." He glanced at the memo on the table, scratched it with his nails, and at the same time stretched out his index finger to flick open a piece of colorful candy paper.

"The first one is Professor Marchbank of the Wizard Examination Bureau. She arrived an hour and a half ago. She was accompanied by Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Magic Rune Association. They are currently walking in the school accompanied by Minerva."

"It's a pity that you didn't meet her." He smiled and said, "But don't worry, Marchbank told me that she plans to live in Hogwarts for a while, and I agreed."

Felix and Scrimgeour glared at him at the same time, and Scrimgeour said impatiently: "Dumbledore! You know I'm busy with work, I just need an answer... Maybe I should send an assistant over, but this matter is of great importance, I must confirm it in person."

"Okay," Dumbledore said with a little regret: "The second one is Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour in front of you. You should have heard of his name. He read the paper of Mr. Diggory and others in the newspaper, and was shocked by the phenomenon that ancient runes can amplify spells. It happened that he had a reserve Auror under his command..."

He looked at Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour was silent for two seconds and said in a low voice: "Albert Balk."

Felix thought for a while, "I seem to have some impression of this name. Balk used to be an assistant in the Dueling Club, but as far as I know, his ancient runes are not very good."

"He just verified the authenticity of some information," Scrimgeour said, without a smile on his face. After dealing with dark wizards for many years, he seemed to have lost the ability to laugh. "Later, I saw the specific effect from another young man. It took him less than half an hour to restore the views mentioned in the paper in the newspaper. It was amazing..."

"Which one?" Felix interrupted him and asked.

"Fire Rune and Fire Charm," Scrimgeour said stiffly, "and Water Flow and Water Creation Charm."

Felix smiled, "I guess the young man's last name is Weasley."

"Percy Weasley, he is currently a senior assistant in the International Exchange and Cooperation Department, responsible to Ludo Bagman and the Minister." Scrimgeour revealed a piece of information he didn't know:

Barty Crouch's position has not yet been taken over by anyone, so Fudge can only take over temporarily, and Bagman will also help.

Percy Weasley must like this arrangement. Felix thought.

"Let's open the skylight, Mr. Happ." Scrimgeour said, "I personally admire your magical attainments very much, and I would like to thank you for calming down the riots at the Quidditch World Cup... In view of the current situation, we must make plans early... I would like to invite you to join the Ministry of Magic."

"Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly?"

Felix was really surprised. He thought at most that the head Auror wanted him to help train a group of Aurors or strikers, but he didn't expect that he would even be poached.

"The situation is not optimistic. Barty's matter has caused the Ministry..." Scrimgeour suddenly stopped talking, turned to look at Dumbledore, and exchanged glances with Dumbledore. "Well," he muttered, "since you know a lot, I might as well say a few more words, but these are confidential information..."

He limped to the window and looked at the Black Lake in the distance, but Felix felt that he was observing him with his peripheral vision. He slightly turned his body and made an expression of listening attentively.

"The Ministry was in a state of panic for a while," Scrimgeour said, "I mean those who are smart, or good at observing people's expressions and getting information... They were frightened by Barty Crouch's performance that morning. It was working hours... People were coming and going..." Felix

imagined in his mind that a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic who usually dressed meticulously suddenly ran to the Ministry of Magic in rags and messy hair to surrender. Anyone who saw it would be shocked.

"...He looked as if he had been terribly tortured. Fudge was panic-stricken and as disappointing as ever in the face of emergencies. It was Ms. Bones who calmed everyone down and brought Barty Crouch to the small conference room... Several of us, me, Fudge, Ms. Bones, Thicknesse, and a few others...heard Barty Crouch's testimony...You can imagine how shocked we were!"

Felix did not answer. He knew almost all of this, and even knew that there was another person in the office at that time, Lucius Malfoy. Yes, Lucius himself also had a position in the Ministry of Magic, although it was only a nominal consultant and did not undertake any specific affairs, but with this title, he could intervene in many things, especially since Fudge came to power, Lucius donated a large sum of money, which made him easily become the guest of the Minister of Magic.

"Fortunately, the news was blocked, in order to avoid causing panic among the public..." Scrimgeour explained to himself, and continued: "But only Fudge is still pretending that Crouch is still under the influence of the spell, accusing him of talking nonsense. Bones, Thicknesse and I all realized the seriousness of the problem..."

"Mr. Scrimgeour, you are going off topic." Felix kindly reminded him.

Scrimgeour glared at him, as if blaming him for interrupting his speech. He shook his hair, which was as fluffy as a mane, and said, "I was almost there... No one would be stupid enough to ignore the testimony of a senior official, especially since we checked his wife's grave afterwards. It was horrifying. It was empty..."

"Empty?" Felix asked hurriedly.

"According to Barty, before she died, his wife begged him to use her to exchange her son for her... One life for another, using Polyjuice Potion, a very smart move! A normal person and a dying person walked into Azkaban, and then walked out again. No one knew that the person was just swapped." For the first time, Scrimgeour's face showed a complicated expression. More than a decade ago, he was also a member who supported Barty Crouch.

Felix suddenly understood how Crouch Jr. disappeared from the public eye and was confirmed to be "dead".

"If this is true, then what reason do we have not to believe other things? Although Fudge still rejects that possibility, both Thicknesse and Ms. Bones almost believe it..." He looked at the deep blue sky, and his thick eyebrows frowned deeply: "A Death Eater and his master have met up, and they are secretly planning to restore their strength. But since he sent the only Death Eater he trusts to Hogwarts, it means that there is something he urgently needs here..."

"Dumbledore, has the Philosopher's Stone really been destroyed?" Scrimgeour suddenly asked.

So Felix judged from this sentence that Scrimgeour was not Dumbledore's man. Dumbledore said softly: "Of course, this is the result of a joint discussion between me and Mr. and Mrs. Nicklame."

Felix also knew about this and did not express much surprise, but when Scrimgeour looked at him with an inquiring look, he could not understand, "So, you don't have it in your hand either?"

What do you mean? Felix blinked, and suddenly realized that this was Scrimgeour's purpose. Nicolael's legacy. Some people in the Ministry of Magic might think that the reason why Hogwarts repeatedly attracted Voldemort's attention was that there was something here that could restore his strength.

For example, a Philosopher's Stone that was not destroyed as promised, or a Philosopher's Stone inherited by someone else.

The former was related to Dumbledore, and the latter naturally involved Felix.

"I did not inherit the Philosopher's Stone from Nicolael." Felix bowed slightly, his attitude cold.

But Scrimgeour's biggest purpose of this trip was achieved, or rather, he thought he had achieved it. He continued with the planned plan and said, "In summary, we realize that we must strengthen the power of the Ministry of Magic. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement has decided to expand the number of recruits, especially the Auror Office. We urgently need more talents."

Felix declined Scrimgeour's recruitment. Although he hinted that Felix would take over his position in a few years.

However, he did not refuse the invitation to train Aurors and Striker, which was also the result he wanted. "How about arranging it during the Easter holidays?" Scrimgeour asked.

"No problem," Felix said, "I need to make some preparations, including the identities, academic performance and magic skills of the people I train."

"You should know that these are all confidential, right?" Scrimgeour said sternly.

"I know, but I will know sooner or later..." Felix said happily, "I just try to avoid wasting the time of both parties."

Scrimgeour stared at him for a while with his scary yellow eyes, and just when Felix thought he was about to fall asleep, he said in a deep voice, "I will send someone I trust to make a copy of the information and send it to you. You will read it on the spot and destroy it on the spot, excluding confidential files!"

"Then it's settled." Felix stretched out his hand, and Scrimgeour limped over, shaking his rough big hand heavily with his.

When the tough head Auror left the office, Felix sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, "He looks ambitious."

"Well," Dumbledore said slowly, fiddling with the silver ornaments on the table with his slender fingers, "This is obvious, and it's not a bad thing in a way. He sensed the coming of the war and thought it was an opportunity... but in fact there were many people standing in his way, Amelia Bones, Pius Thicknesse... If Barty hadn't been imprisoned in Azkaban, he would have been one of them. The war would prompt people to miss the iron-blooded director."

"Are you saying that he has great ambitions but little talent?" Felix asked sharply. Scrimgeour looked quite imposing and was a man who got things done.

"I'm just afraid that he underestimated the horror of war," Dumbledore murmured, "Yes, he experienced the war more than a decade ago and fought the Death Eaters in person, but I don't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that he never met Voldemort head-on... They still haven't realized the crux of the matter: Voldemort existed first, then the Death Eaters existed, and once Voldemort disappeared, the Death Eaters would be like orphaned little animals with nowhere to hide."

"Oh." Felix lowered his head and thought. After a while, he raised his head and asked a question he had always wanted to ask: "Albus, have you really defeated Voldemort?"