At dusk, a tall figure appeared at the edge of the Muggle town. He turned into a side road and walked in the dim woods for more than ten minutes. There was no road in front of him, but he did not stop and went straight to a dilapidated old house.

"Knock knock!"

The knocks on the door sounded rhythmically.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, the door was carefully opened from the inside.

"Who?"

A hoarse voice, as if it had been soaked in salt water in a jar for days and nights, asked. Then, a wand was handed out tremblingly from the darkness.

"Red Scar Lydon Seymour?" asked the young voice.

The strange visitor ignored the wand pointed at him, lowered his head to check a list, and made a "tsk tsk" sound, reading the words on it with interest, "Lyden Seymour, born in the famous Timothy Witch Town, born in 1847, raised by your aunt, well, although you are a man, it does not affect you to inherit all kinds of weird black magic, smuggling and selling black magic items, and investing all your income in the study of black magic. During the wizard war, you chose to help Voldemort, and it is said that you were praised by the Death Eater leaders..." "

Is it you?"

The visitor raised his head, revealing a young face, light blue eyes seemed to be glowing, and one or two magic images flashed from his pupils from time to time.

The wand fell to the ground.

"You are, yes, it's Felix Hep! You, you finally came to the door!" The dark wizard named Lyden Moser was lying on the door frame, the dim light outside hit him, revealing a terrified face.

The man in front of him was dressed like a typical dark wizard. He was wrapped in an airtight black robe, skinny, and traces of various magic experiments could be seen faintly on his exposed skin. His right index finger was covered with a layer of silver powder, but if you looked closely, you would find that it was wrinkled skin. A piece of red tender flesh was exposed on his neck, twisting and crawling up half of his face. It was red and seemed to have just healed, but the mark had been there for more than 20 years.

His nickname came from this.

Felix flashed into the house, looked around, and walked cautiously on the floor. In addition to avoiding moldy and dusty debris, he did not touch any traps in the room. Finally, he chose a relatively clean chair and sat down.

The owner of the house regained his calm, at least on the surface. Moser clutched his wand and stared at Felix deeply. As if to distinguish himself from his cowardly appearance just now, he said in a low voice: "You shouldn't be here, Hep, I am not one of those lone wizards you drove away, I have friends, they..."

"Are you talking about Bonar, Enolin? Or Kendic?" Felix asked.

Mosier looked at him in surprise, "What did you do to them?" At this moment, the wizard looked around, as if looking for an escape route.

"Well, after my persuasion, they obviously realized how unwise it was to stay in the current situation, so they decided to go out and hide for a while," Felix said lightly: "It took some time to convince them, but fortunately the result is gratifying. I told them that they would be completely safe after the news of Voldemort's death spread." "That

will take some time," Moser showed a sarcastic expression, "How long did the last war last? Ten years?"

"Don't blame me," Felix nodded his head in the direction of the document, "Just follow the rules."

Moser's nose twitched abnormally, and bright red climbed up half of his face along the scar. He growled: "You are eliminating dissidents! You didn't convict me more than ten years ago, and now you want to drive me out of Britain for inexplicable reasons?"

"There is no evidence."

"What"

"The reason why you were not arrested at that time was because you were very covert, Moser. The Ministry of Magic did not get any real evidence, but don't pretend to be innocent because of this. You can't fool me, you can't fool a memory master, so this job fell into my hands."

Felix calmly pointed to his eyes, and a few silver dots of light flickered around his pupils, like a ring around a blue planet. Moser shrank and moved his eyes away. He had never seen such terrible eyes.

Felix raised the documents in his hand again.

"There are hundreds of cases like you. The Ministry of Magic is very embarrassed about you. If you leave it alone, maybe you will be pulled to the other side soon. But if you do something in advance, such as locking you up, it would be too harsh, although uh, please forgive me, your crime is so obvious in my eyes."

"Don't read my mind!" Moser roared, "Memory can never be used as evidence!" His wand lit up, black mist entangled around the tip of the wand, and the whole room became extremely dim.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" Felix asked softly.

Moser's gathered courage deflated like an old tire. He leaned on the table in the corner, not looking at Felix.

"What do I need to do?" he asked in a low voice, holding his wand loosely.

"Like I said before, leave here, find a place to take a vacation, travel, and muddle through the days... When Voldemort falls, you can come back with confidence and continue your promising illegal work. At that time, it will not be my responsibility." Moser

muttered in a low voice.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly?" Felix asked.

"When did you work for the Ministry of Magic? Aren't you a professor?" Moser couldn't figure out how he bumped into him.

Now it was Felix's turn to sigh.

"There's no way. They offered a condition that I couldn't refuse. In fact, I could refuse it, but my morality does not allow me to owe favors to others. And frankly, I don't reject this temporary job. I can practice my magical ability by the way." He touched

the ring on his left hand, where the hourglass obtained from the Ministry of Magic was stored, and even half of it was filled with time energy.

After the Wizengamot meeting, Ms. Bones asked him to eliminate some unstable factors. "Each of them has a criminal record, but they escaped punishment for various reasons. Although they may be small characters who waved flags to cheer, they are also worthy of vigilance. They are already the wings of You-Know-Who."

She also vaguely mentioned the invasion of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

"No matter who it is, I just hope that person is not on the side of You-Know-Who," she said with a headache. "The Unspoken Man gave a conclusion that there is no need to worry, but I think... Well, maybe this is a good thing, at least it's too late for You-Know-Who to come up with similar ideas again."

Bones' attitude represents the attitude of the Ministry of Magic itself, which is wavering. They hope to get the time energy back, but they are worried that it will be snatched away by Voldemort before it warms up.

The latter can obviously cause more harm.

...

Mosier stared at the black square table, on which there were several newspapers and two pamphlets. One was the "Wartime Survival Manual" sent by the Ministry of Magic, and the other was the "Simple Illustrated Guide to Ancient Magic Runes" released by Felix and his co-publisher a few months ago. The cover was colorful and looked like a children's book.

"Ancient Magic Runes? How enviable..." he said sourly.

"You bought it too?" Felix said in surprise, following his gaze to see the pamphlet, and asked with interest: "How is it to read?"

"Not very good," Mosier shook his head, he stretched out his hand, his face flushed, and it took him a long time to condense an ancient magic rune, but the next second, the magic rune symbol was broken. "I'm old, and I'm not very adaptable to new fields..."

"Could it be because you study black magic? The feedback from others is not bad." Felix discussed calmly.

"Really, I'll try again..."

Felix spent some time to instruct him. Then Moser began to pack his luggage. Although the Ministry of Magic prohibited the abuse of the Traceless Extension Charm, this obviously could not restrain dark wizards. Moreover, Moser himself was considered half an alchemist and could make similar storage items by himself.

All the furniture was discarded. Moser picked out bottles and jars from every corner of the room. Some of them were obviously enchanted and could hold things that were many times larger than their own volume. Finally, Moser took some effort to squeeze them all into a box, breathing heavily.

"Are you going to watch me Apparate?" Moser picked up the box and looked around with nostalgia. "My magic power is limited. I can only guarantee to leave tonight."

"Oh, no, I can provide some anonymous door keys." Felix waved his hand, and a row of broken items appeared in front of him, boots, cans, butterbeer bottles, and a piece of rotten wood.

Moser hesitated for a moment, "Do you have any recommendations? I won't be facing Aurors as soon as I teleport there?"

Felix shook his head slightly, "There's no need to worry about that. What you need to worry about is whether you continue to do shady things or start over in a new place and honestly accept the constraints of the local Ministry of Magic."

Moser sneered and tore open his clothes, where there were large magical scars.

"Someone like me?"

He said nothing more, picked up a door key at random and held it in his hand. It didn't matter where he went. "Then, see you in ten years, Mr. Hep?"

"It won't take that long. Remember to read the newspaper more."

Felix waved at him.

"Are you really going to let me go like this? Don't I need to sign a magical agreement? What if I sneak back..." Moser seemed confused.

"Moser," Felix said calmly, "Who do you think this will benefit? Don't be silly. If it was a Death Eater who showed up at your door today, you would have no choice. And when I saw you mixed up with the Death Eaters, I would have shown no mercy."

When the wizard in front of him disappeared, Felix ticked the document.

"Everything went well."