Felix pouted.

"No kidding, here's a question: How do I play myself?" The memory frowned, as if it was really bothering him.

"Just don't be too out of character," Felix said.

The memory made a rude gesture, and Felix asked with a dark face, "Where did you learn this from?"

"A student," the memory said irresponsibly, "I can tell you his name, I remember it very clearly."

Felix stepped out of Classroom 7 and came to the Room of Requirement, and then appeared in the Shrieking Shack. After several apparitions, he was already standing near an abandoned warehouse. In the warehouse lay a man tied up with ropes. He was huge, with tangled gray hair and a beard, deep sunken eyes, and long yellow nails on his dirty fingers. He looked more like a beast than a human.

Felix noticed that there were dense scratches on the ground.

"Fenrir Greyback?"

Greyback whimpered, with a rag stuffed in his mouth.

"Oh, I forgot." Felix said insincerely. He waved his hand, the rag was removed, and the man spat on the ground. This exposed his sharp teeth and the mouth ulcers at the corners of his mouth. At this moment, he squinted his eyes and said in disbelief: "Felix Hep? Did you send someone to arrest me?"

"It was me. What did Voldemort ask you to do?" Felix's sharp eyes pierced straight into Fenrir's eyes like a sword. After a while, Greyback collapsed on the ground with a dazed look, motionless.

"Didn't Voldemort give you a stamp? Oh, sorry, he may not think much of you." Felix said.

Greyback, who was like a corpse, moved, and the fierce light in his eyes became smart. He whispered: "...That's cooperation..."

"Cooperation? Do you really think you are qualified?"

Felix shot a stunning spell, and the werewolf fell straight down.

After a long time, Lupin and Tonks suddenly appeared from the air, both of them raised their wands and looked around vigilantly. "Is this the address?" Tonks asked in a low voice. "Yes, that's what the note that suddenly fell on my desk said." Lupin said. He had a vague guess about who it was, but Tonks was right beside him, so he couldn't tell him in detail. It would be bad if it was some contraband.

"Over there," Tonks said cautiously. The two of them moved step by step to the edge of the warehouse, cooperating with each other tacitly. Lupin, who realized this, became even more frustrated.

The lock of the warehouse was no problem for them. He opened the heavy iron door, and when he saw what was inside, his body froze.

At the same time, Felix had returned to classroom 7. No matter what Lupin was going to do, he wanted to control it. But he estimated that as long as Lupin didn't lose his mind, he would not kill Greyback, even if this werewolf bit him when he was a child. So

Felix left a spell on Greyback, letting his sins and body wither together.

The students who were still in class in classroom 7 knew nothing about all this, and didn't even know that the professor had changed in the middle of the class. They only knew that Professor Heppe took them to Classroom 7. They came to a clearing in the woods, where they sat on huge, bare tree stumps, with pea seedlings hanging from the sky. Professor Heppe sat on a hammock made of vines and gave them a lecture.

"Does anyone know what we have learned recently... Yes, that's right, you have a good memory... Hey, didn't I tell you? Combining the core runes of the twelve amulets is an ancient magic... Didn't I tell you? So cunning... Never mind, I'll show you..."

"The professor is very lively today." Fred said, looking at the memory swinging on the swing.

"Maybe you want to try a different style," George said, "It's tiring to keep up the same face."

"That makes sense, we can try it."

At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the air and grabbed their professor away. The students looked at each other. Before they could react, the professor appeared again. Felix cleared his throat and said to the stunned students on the tree stump: "Hey, does anyone know what I just said? There are extra points..."

After class, the students filed out of the classroom.

"The professor must have been lazy and may have gone to Professor McGonagall for tea."

"Why Professor McGonagall?"

"Oh, don't you think she was very elegant when she was young? I wish I could be so elegant in the future."

In the afternoon, Felix saw many new faces in the school, more than a dozen adult wizards, and he only knew a few of them. There were people from the Wizard Examination Authority and the Apparition Test Center. Two of them impressed him deeply, Dolores Umbridge and Chesterton Avery.

"Tsk, tsk, it's not difficult at all." Felix said. "No, we can't take it lightly." His eyes slid across the dozen adult wizards present. Perhaps there was a real insider hidden among these people.

Dumbledore welcomed them warmly, and then he chatted in a low voice with his old friend Professor Tofty.

"Professor Marchbank didn't come this time?" Dumbledore said gently.

"She was busy making the test papers. The people from the Apparition Test Center were leading the effort, but they were short of staff, so they temporarily transferred a group of people from the department." Professor Tofty said.

The adult wizards in the crowd looked around with a little excitement. They rarely had the opportunity to come back after graduation. When they returned to school, they felt much younger. At this moment, they were eagerly chatting about the interesting things in school.

"Can we walk around?" asked a round-faced witch.

"Of course, Corina," Dumbledore pointed at Professor McGonagall with his white-gloved hand, "Minerva will arrange everything." The round-faced witch shrank her neck when she heard the name, and said in a weak voice: "Professor McGonagall, good morning."

"It's afternoon now, Miss Corina." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"Oh... good afternoon."

"Amos! Come and have a look, I found something good," the wizard Wicked Tekros, who was wearing an old-fashioned top hat, shouted in the entrance hall, "Oh my God, it has changed a lot, it wasn't there when I came last year!"

He is the instructor of the Apparition class in the Ministry of Magic, and he comes to the school basically once a year. With a look of surprise, he put his surprisingly pale face on the bulletin board.

"Is it the club?" Amos Diggory asked from a distance at the door of the auditorium, "I heard about it from Ced during the holidays..."

Wicked Tekros didn't say anything. He carefully pulled out a piece of colorful parchment from under the bulletin board and said with admiration, "This looks like a newspaper? Let me see."

"The documentary about birds and snakes hatching is selling well. The filmer was a Niffler. Eh? I didn't know that. The Weasley twins were yelling at a suit of armor late at night and were caught by Filch, the administrator who came after hearing the news. Tsk, is it because of the pressure of the exam? Thinking back, Filch cast a high-profile spell to break the Squib. It is rumored that Professor Sinistra has a chaotic schedule and often gets up at noon. Professor Bubbage intends to change the Muggle Studies course into farming teaching, and students complain one after another. Ha, it's really interesting. This newspaper is called "Puzzle Wall"? "

"Do you like this name? I chose it myself. It's the name of a song." A voice asked. "Oh, uh," Vicky Tekros lowered his head, looked at the little girl who suddenly jumped out, and then looked at the newspaper, "Is this your newspaper?"

"Yes."

Vicky Tekros stared at the parchment and asked tentatively: "Little girl, your name is Mafalda?"

Mafalda nodded proudly, and she changed the subject smoothly, "So can you tell me what you do?"

"You want to interview me, little girl? You should only be a first-year student?"

"This has nothing to do with our interview. I have interviewed many big names." Mafalda straightened her chest and tried to make herself look taller.

Vicky Tekros felt a little funny, "Really? Who are they?"

"Let me think, three winners of the Order of Merlin, three official members of the Anti-Dark Magic League, the captain of the Quidditch team, the president of the male and female student unions, the participants in last year's championship, and some celebrities in the future... In the future, I will also set my sights on professors. And Principal Dumbledore." Mafalda said seriously.

The two adult wizards were more and more surprised as they listened. "Is there a Cedric Diggory?" Amos asked impatiently, "I'm his father."

"Yes! He's one of those future celebrities who can be on a Chocolate Frog card."

"You could have predicted all this?" Wicked Tekros felt it was ridiculous. He wanted to hear the girl's reasons.

"Yes, he published a lot of articles in the New Interpretation of Magical Writings, but the real reason was his Magical Puppets Club, which just changed its name recently." Mafalda tilted her head and looked at the yellowed notice on the wall, and said confidently, "Not only him, I have a feeling that many of the clubs here will become giants in the future. I am witnessing history with my own eyes..."

Amos Diggory and Wicked Tekros looked at each other. Amos admitted that he was somewhat convinced. He was worried about a family matter recently, and this little girl seemed to have given him the answer. But Wicked Tekros would not forget what he had just seen on the notice board. He didn't know how 'SPEW' and 'The Squiggle-Horned Snorlax Must Exist Club' could become giants.

He happened to know the origin of the Snorlax, which was a third-rate tabloid in the wizarding world, and the editor-in-chief seemed to be a bit abnormal...

"So, little girl with a keen sense of smell, what about you? How do you position yourself?" asked Vicky Tex.

"Me? I'm just a recorder of history." Mafalda said happily, "Of course, it doesn't stop me from making money, so are you going to accept the interview? I can pay you a fee of two Sickles each..."