"It has nothing to do with you." Mafalda said with her neck stiff.

"Really?" Harry said indignantly, "What story are you going to make up? Harry Potter's secret army? Or Hermione Granger's ambitious recruitment of an army of house elves, determined to overthrow the Ministry of Magic?"

"Sounds good." Mafalda said, she quickly filled out the registration form, "By the way, your costumes are ugly, like two mummies..."

"None of your business." Ron said angrily. "I warn you, don't give us orders, and don't make up Harry again, otherwise I will deduct points from you, I mean what I say! Don't think I will let you go just because you are my relative--"

Hermione pulled Ron's clothes, Ron stopped uneasily, and said unyieldingly: "I am doing this for her own good, she really did too much..."

At this time, a sarcastic voice interrupted, "It seems that this surname doesn't make you much favor, right? It's a waste of effort."

"What do you want to say?" Mafalda clenched her fists and glared at Draco Malfoy.

"Prewett," Draco said softly, his gray eyes staring at Mafalda, who was tense, "You said you were a distant branch of the Prewett family, but as far as I know, the descendants of the Prewett family are not many, and there are no children of the right age..."

Mafalda's eyes shrank back and her body trembled slightly.

"Malfoy, you haven't changed at all, you only know how to bully a little girl." Harry couldn't bear it and joined in. He regretted it as soon as he said it. Why did he talk so much? He hated these two people.

Draco's expression froze, "Just telling the truth."

Mafalda calmed down, and she cleverly changed the subject: "Where is your girlfriend, Malfoy? She can't take her eyes off your pointed chin for a moment. My God, it's been almost five minutes. She won't faint, right?"

Draco said slowly: "You mean Pansy? She went to perform her duties as a prefect."

"I don't think so." Mafalda said cunningly and sarcastically: "I just saw her trying to confiscate a student's butter beer bottle, but the bottle fell to the ground and suddenly exploded and ignited her beautiful clothes. Oh, she is so unlucky..." After that, she turned and ran away. Draco narrowed his eyes,

and then his eyes were on Harry, "So you are famous again, Potter?" He tilted his head to one side, and Harry knew that it was the direction of the 'Harry Potter Fans Club'.

"Yeah," Harry said woodenly, he knew Malfoy would not miss the opportunity to ridicule him. Malfoy was absent-minded all day some time ago, and he thought he would change.

"Fame is always rising, and it can't be stopped. I'm actually quite distressed."

Ron laughed.

Draco looked at him and said, "If I were you, I would go home and look through the family tree to avoid being mistakenly identified as a relative... if you have that thing at home." He turned and left.

"What does he mean?" Ron frowned and stared at Draco's back.

Hermione sighed. She carefully glanced at Neville and Ginny not far away, not letting her voice spread out.

"You don't think Mafalda's last name is really 'Prewett', do you?"

"Why not--" Ron said, and then his eyes widened.

Harry's mind turned quickly. Mafalda's father was Mrs. Weasley's distant cousin. Mrs. Weasley's last name was Prewett before she got married. What does this mean... He quickly found the template for comparison-Dudley and him. They are cousins, but one of them is named Dursley and the other is named Potter. If Dudley has a child in the future, his child will only be named Dursley, not any other name, such as Potter...

He thought of Mafalda saying that her father was a Squib, and Squibs are looked down upon in the wizarding world. Harry almost instantly thought that Mafalda's father suffered a lot of discrimination when he was a teenager, so he didn't want his daughter to be the same as him. Harry firmly believed that as a father, he would do something. What would it be? Change a surname, a surname of the Holy 28 Pure Blood Families.

Harry's disgust for Mafalda instantly decreased, and was replaced by sympathy.

Ron's reaction was a little slow, but he also thought of what Harry had just thought of. He opened his mouth but didn't utter a word. The three of them tacitly stopped discussing this topic. But at this moment, Harry suddenly felt that the idea of ​​pure blood was simply stupid.

Harry remembered what "Nearly Headless" Nick said.

Professor Happ never talked about his origins, but this did not prevent him from becoming the banner of Slytherin College, and students from other colleges also liked him very much. But Harry didn't know whether it was because Professor Happ always gave less homework...

"I say, stop imagining, take off your ridiculous hats, and come to help." Hermione put her hands on her waist and said in a lecturing tone.

Harry and Ron reluctantly showed their faces. Ron didn't want people to see his name printed under "vomit", and Harry just wanted to stay away from the Creevey brothers. He took a sneak peek and saw that the "Harry Potter Fans Club" behind him was empty, leaving only an empty brown curtain.

Can't recruit people? Harry thought expectantly, and Ginny walked over quietly, "Their gifts have been delivered."

"What?" Harry asked in astonishment.

"Gift." Ginny said calmly, "As long as you become a member of the club, you can get a set of your photos for free. I think they are quite good."

Harry stared at her, "You won't..."

Ginny shrugged and admitted generously, "It's just a registration form. It's really worthwhile for those who need it."

Harry's face suddenly felt like it was on fire, and he was speechless.

"My set is under the table. You can take a look." Ginny covered her mouth and chuckled, "I went to Luna's place. She found a bunch of butter beer corks from somewhere and planned to make a few necklaces... Oh, I have to persuade her."

Harry slowly sat down against the table. He caught a glimpse of a large box in his peripheral vision. He was winking playfully on the box.

...

Felix squatted in front of a stall. In front of him, seven or eight boxes were lined up horizontally in a row, filled with neatly arranged dolls of various shapes. He looked from the first row. Those dolls were obviously more immature, and the proportions of the characters were still a little uncertain. And you can see the shadow of magic puppets, which may be the early works of the maker. It was much better from the second row, more refined, and with many other shapes. A lifelike Bowtruckle walked around on the box. Felix couldn't find any other faults except that its head was a little crooked and the leaves glowed. And those glowing leaves were embedded with ancient magic words.

"Did you use the 'sedation' circuit?" Felix asked with interest.

"Yes, professor." Cedric was a little nervous. "I moved the contents of the twelve amulets I saw in class to this, and the effect is not bad." As he said this, he read out a jerky pronunciation, and a leaf on the Bowtruckle suddenly burst into light. The expressions of the few people surrounded by the halo - Felix, Cedric, and Qiu Zhang all became calm.

"It's a bit powerful." Felix commented.

Cedric smiled, "I occasionally use it when practicing magic runes. It can calm my restless emotions."

Felix nodded.

Then Cedric introduced the dolls on the shelf to him one by one, "These are made by me imitating magic puppets, but some of the connecting parts always have problems, and the movements are not so smooth... Later I designed more models, not just limited to combat, such as this crup doll, its only function is to do somersaults."

"The expression on its face is very vivid." Felix said.

"I combined some Transfiguration," Cedric explained, "Using the magic loop to store magic power, it can last for a long time, and it feels more convenient than alchemy."

Felix thought for a moment and asked, "Have you thought about where to work after graduation?"

Cedric said honestly, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"What do Mr. and Mrs. Diggory think?"

"My family wants me to join the Ministry of Magic. My father works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures," Cedric said, "But Collins suggested that I join the Auror team, as well as Fred and George. They have invited me to their magic tricks workshop many times... but I am not very interested."

"What do you think?"

Cedric looked at the dolls on the table with a gentle and focused look.

"That's not bad either." Felix said sympathetically.

The conversation with Cedric gave him a lot of benefits. He realized that it seemed that another branch of ancient magic appeared, combining ancient magic and Transfiguration. In the future, it might cover alchemy, memory magic and other fields. He only needed to give it a slight push... Puppetology?

Felix himself had made many magic puppets, but he obviously did not intend to study them in depth. The ideal result would be to pass on this knowledge to those who deserve it.

Felix finally suggested that Cedric go to the second to last row of the forbidden book section of the library and take a look. "Remember to keep 'enthusiasm'." He reminded him before leaving.

"What does Professor Hepp mean by the last sentence? Is it just encouragement?" Qiu Zhang looked at Cedric in confusion. She didn't think it was likely.

Cedric obviously thought so too. He pondered for a long time, and suddenly smiled and said excitedly: "I think it's this." He raised his hand and drew a magic rune in the air. The next second, the magic rune symbol turned into a colorful and beautiful cloud, jumping in his palm, looking like he was holding a flowing aurora.

"I guess Professor Hepp left some information there, and the magic rune of 'enthusiasm' is the key." Cedric said affirmatively.

"How did you think of it?" Qiu Zhang said excitedly.

Cedric hesitated, "I told you that Fred and George have been hiding things in the castle in various ways recently. I know a little bit about it. One of the ways to open the treasure spot is to recite Latin poems in ancient magic words to a suit of armor. Of course, hitting the belly of the armor seventeen or eighteen times can also achieve the goal..."

Felix continued to stroll around the hall happily. Not only students, but many professors were also very interested in this. The burly Hagrid and Professor of Muggle Studies, Bubbage, stopped in front of a Muggle movie poster.

Professor Bubbage said something quickly, but Hagrid was obviously absent-minded. He kept staring at the poster: an old monkey stood on a protruding rock, holding a newly born lion cub high up, and under the rock were all kinds of beasts bowing their heads.

Hagrid asked in a muffled voice, "Cartoons? Are they for children?"

The student swallowed, "Adults can watch them, too. I think they're quite interesting."

"So - uh," Hagrid waved his arms, "where can I see them? Do I need a magic projector?"

"Future World has them, and Professor Hepp has also shown them in class," the student whispered. "That

sounds good," Hagrid muttered, "if I want to show them to - um - creatures that are much larger than me, do you have any suggestions?"

"Oh, I think..." the student said with a trembling voice, he looked terrified, "our club doesn't consider recruiting members of that size..."

"Hello, Hagrid," Felix couldn't help but interrupt.

Hagrid turned his head and said happily, "Great! Felix, I just thought of a good idea. If we can get little Grawp--" His face suddenly turned red, and even the woolen hat on his head and the beard on his chin couldn't cover it. "Ahem, I mean if we show it to the big guy in the Forbidden Forest, the effect will definitely be good. At least he can get less angry..." he muttered.

"You can write to Remus and ask him. I remember that the company is testing new products and needs a lot of feedback." Felix said.

Hagrid left happily.

As soon as Hagrid left, Professor Bubbage came over.

She took out a bulging envelope from her pocket and said angrily, "Professor Hep, please pass it to that big talker for me, and I will make him admit his mistakes!"

Felix blinked, "Caridi, some of his words are quite reasonable."

"But he is too arrogant," Professor Bubbage said angrily, "as if I am a child who knows nothing. Listen, 'Only fools will abandon their identity as wizards', 'If technology cannot be used by wizards, then it will only be a threat', Professor Hep, who is your pen pal? I really want to have a good chat with him face to face!"

Snape, who pretended to be passing by, froze. He stopped silently and turned his head to look at the stall in front of him. It was a padded wooden rack with grilled fish stuck on it. The eyes of the grilled fish were looking at him.

"Would you like a skewer, Professor Snape?" A little girl asked with courage.

Snape moved his gaze away from the dead fish eyes, stared at Eleanor Branstone's face, and said coldly: "No need, Miss Branstone."

On the other side, Felix was patiently explaining to Professor Bubbage why his pen pal was unwilling to show up: "Caridi, you should know that in reality there are always some people who are introverted, articulate, and extremely averse to dealing with people..."

Professor Bubbage showed a skeptical expression, "Really? The language in his letter is quite sharp."

"Some people just like to communicate through words and think more carefully." Felix shrugged.

Eleanor Branstone couldn't help but look at Snape, who looked like a statue, curiously. She wondered if Professor Snape couldn't save face. She took out a small jar from her body and used her magic wand to draw a blue bellflower-like flame. The flame circled the grilled fish twice, and the fragrance filled the air in an instant.

Snape's nose twitched slightly.

Eleanor Branstone looked at him encouragingly, as if waiting for him to speak, but Snape took two steps back with a cold face, revealing Valen, who was attracted by the fragrance.

"Walking sniff merchant!" Eleanor Branstone pointed at Valen and shouted.

Valen proudly puffed up his chest, blinked his black eyes, and stretched out a little hand to point at the grilled fish on the rack.

Eleanor Branstone handed him one with a smile.

Valen jumped onto the table and looked at Snape standing next to him strangely. Seeing that he didn't react, he started to eat happily.

It's delicious~

"Hey, Valen, you're here?" Felix finished chatting with Professor Bubbage, turned around and chased Valen to the stall. He stared at the grilled fish and said to himself: "It looks cooked well. Do I have to sign up to get it?" He lowered his head and asked Eleanor.

"You can also help distribute flyers." Eleanor carefully pointed to several students not far away. They were from different colleges, but they all had one thing in common: a grilled fish in one hand and a flyer in the other.

"That sounds fair," Felix said hesitantly, "Shall I use the recipe in exchange? I know a secret sauce that tastes quite... Severus?" he said in surprise.

Snape looked at him indifferently.

"Of course, I heard that the developer of the 'Fishbone Extraction Curse' is you-" Eleanor said.

"Stop, don't say anymore." Felix said with a stern face, taking out a piece of parchment from the ring, "Hand over the fish in one hand and the recipe in the other, deal?"

Eleanor Branstone blinked, "Deal." She glanced at Snape and handed over two skewers of grilled fish, "The extra ones are for you, Professor, you can give them to anyone you want."

"Oh, thank you." Felix took it, took a bite of one of the grilled fish, then turned his head and looked at Snape with a smile, "Would you like to try it? I can guarantee that it tastes great."