After the dinner, Professor McGonagall stood up and said to the students, "First-year students and prefects stay, and students from other years leave first to avoid mistakes and run to other lounges."

Students pushed their stools away and walked towards the door. "Did anyone really go to the wrong place on the first day of school?" Harry asked curiously. "Oh, yes." Hermione hurried over and said, "But this mistake is easy to find. The names of new students are written on the beds in each dormitory."

In the professor's seat, Emmeline Vance, who had been quiet and silent all night, suddenly said, "We haven't sung the school song yet." Several professors who were close to her froze.

Professor Flitwick cleared his throat unnaturally and said, "Well, this part doesn't happen every year."

Other professors whispered in agreement, "Yes, yes."

Emmeline's face showed obvious disappointment, as if a wish hidden in her heart had been unfulfilled. She said calmly, "I know, it usually happens on important occasions. I only heard it once when I was in school, when I enrolled..."

"What was it about that time?" Felix asked politely.

"I don't remember clearly." Emmeline shook her head slightly.

Slughorn at the side showed a reminiscing expression. "I seem to have some impression... I remember that Peeves caused a chaos in the reference room, and some folders were destroyed in the fire, including the score of the school song. It was a long time ago... The school song had not been sung for some years before that, I think at least seven years, because none of the students at that time knew it..."

"So the school song has no tune since then?" Felix asked.

"Actually, there is, and later a backup was found in the library." Slughorn said, "But when Dumbledore found out, he thought it was enough to keep only the text, and the tune could be changed at will." Later,

Harry sat on the four-poster bed and took out the things in the suitcase one by one. He opened the lid of the box, and a thick stack of parchment fell out. Ron picked up the one that fell in front of him and took a look. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "I didn't know you developed a hobby of connecting names. Is there any pattern?"

"They are real." Harry said, "and I have to write to them one by one."

Neville stood behind Ron, looking at the parchment with some surprise.

"Or is it because of the biography of Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Yes, ask for some details. Elphias Doge hopes that the biography will be perfect." Harry said. In the next few minutes, Ron and Neville enthusiastically reported familiar names one by one. They regarded this as a game to see who recognized more names-and this usually meant that the person whose name was called had achieved some success.

Seamus, who was making the bed, leaned over and grinned: "Cormac McLaggen will be jealous and crazy."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, the price is to think about the choice of words, grammar and wording every day." In fact, he did much more than that. He also spent a lot of time guessing Dumbledore's thoughts at different times. This is really not an easy thing. Harry had a similar experience - there was a time when he could get into Voldemort's mind to sense his emotions and guess his purpose. Harry felt that he was doing the same thing now.

"Let's think about something more practical," Ron asked. "What do you think Emmeline Vance will teach us tomorrow? I never knew she was good at Transfiguration. I thought she was good at dueling. She was our guard, remember?"

"She's good at a lot of subjects," Harry said without hesitation: "Charms, potions, Transfiguration, and she also invented a few simple and practical little spells. Dumbledore thinks very highly of her."

"It's amazing," Ron said. He carefully placed two wizard chess pieces on the bedside table and then lay down on the bed. "And that centaur - I noticed that Trelawney didn't show up all night. She must be very angry." Harry shrugged, and

the image of Trelawney gritting her teeth in front of the mirror in the attic emerged in his mind. He suddenly thought of Luna. She was in the sixth grade this year and would probably choose Firenze's course.

At this time, Neville, who was still standing where he was, hesitated and spoke.

"Harry, can you ask me to join you in Transfiguration class tomorrow?"

Harry looked at Neville in surprise, but immediately a long-lost memory was touched, "Oh, I remember you signed up for the .ls test for Transfiguration last year, so you--"

"Did it!" Neville said.

Ron sat up from the bed with a "swoosh".

"What did you get?"

"Excellent." Neville whispered.

A series of exclamations echoed in the dormitory.

"Great." Harry said in admiration, and several people in the dormitory surrounded Neville to celebrate, "So you can work hard towards becoming an Auror again?"

"How did you do it? Transfiguration may be one of your worst subjects, right?" Seamus asked him.

"I think it's the effect of Animagus," Neville said softly: "In the practical test, the examiner said I could rank at the front."

"Is the effect really that obvious? I want to try it." Seamus was very envious. He and Dean both mastered the Patronus.

"Neville worked hard himself and spent a lot of time." Harry recalled. He couldn't quite remember what Neville was doing during that time, but he vaguely remembered that he was often with Hannah and borrowed notes from Hermione.

"To be honest, it's a little late now," Dean said with regret in his tone, "unless you plan to stay at school for a year." Then they discussed this issue for a long time until they went to bed.

"I remember a few years ago, a gorilla captain of the Slytherin team stayed at school. What was his name?"

"Marcus." Harry was impressed.

"Yes, that's him. In the end, he only got a certificate for one S exam, which was Ancient Runes!"

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

...

In the next week, Felix stayed at school and enjoyed a rare leisure time. As he mentioned when chatting with other professors at the dinner, after a month of continuous actions, both he and Akinbad needed to slow down. The International Confederation of Wizards was not the only one, and even if he wanted to solve all the problems at once, he couldn't do it.

Under Felix's mediation, the magic ministries of various countries did not act rashly (they also wanted to wait for the results of the British negotiations), but they still reached a consensus on two things. The first thing was to imitate the British Ministry of Magic to form a pan-magic alliance in the region. Felix talked to Ms. Bones about it, and she immediately decided to send six experienced teams, and the local Future World Company branch would cooperate with them as much as possible.

The second thing was also of great significance, that is, to prepare for the convening of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Just like the representatives of wizards from various countries gathered together to formulate the Statute of Secrecy three hundred years ago, a new legal framework will be determined. In addition to the few remaining members of the International Confederation of Wizards who are preparing intensively, senior officials from the Ministry of Magic of various countries are also working hard for this.

A week later, Felix left school after a short break. The memory in Classroom 7 is enough to be real, and can replace his teaching. Moreover, for wizards - especially for him, distance is not a problem. He can even return to school for lunch every day.

When I saw Aginbad again, he was staring at the huge world map on the wall with a sad face.

"Here, here, and these places..." He pointed at the African continent a dozen times and said, "They are all occupied by Grindelwald. He selected a new generation of saints in the local area and replaced the original loose organization. Some small groups of wizards who tried to resist or get out of control were smashed alive."

"The changes over there are much more radical, and they are in full swing." Aginbad said.

Felix was not surprised at all, because that was what he did. He took out the Grindelwald Code from the ruins of history, picked out some content that was still suitable for this era, and even some radical content. With his own efforts, Grindelwald is now very famous, and various analytical reports about him are on the table.

At the same time, as a representative of wizardism (similar to nationalism), Grindelwald also gained a large number of supporters, which made Akinbad deeply fall into fear and suspicion.

"Grindelwald is smarter and more dangerous than we thought! He did not stand aside, but tried to get rid of the restrictions of the 'Unbreakable Vow'. He chose the most chaotic Africa and broke the rules in the name of saving wizards - I know what you are going to say," he said to Felix, "Even if he is sincere, he arrogantly thinks that he is the chosen one who saves wizards from fire and water - but there is one thing you can't deny, his power is expanding rapidly."

"I don't deny it." Felix said.

"Then--"

"Since we can't take care of it for the time being, why not leave it to him? Don't you think some of his initiatives are meaningful? According to your analysis, Grindelwald's real purpose is to streamline more than 200 loose wizard community management organizations into more than 20 institutions similar to the Ministry of Magic... In the future, the wizards in that land will have greater cohesion and easier management."

"But he will use the unified wizard army to be our enemy!"

"There is an oath to restrict him..." Felix couldn't remember how many times he had brought up this reason, but maybe he had said it too many times recently. Akinbad was still staring at him, and Felix had to change his words, "Okay, if necessary, I will stand up and ensure the union of the two."

"How is this possible?" Akinbad shouted.

"The situation is changing rapidly, and anything can happen," Felix interrupted him and said seriously. "At this stage, Grindelwald has little impact on us. On the contrary, his presence can deter some people with bad intentions - a greater deterrent than mine."

"Oh, how great it would be if he stood on our side," Akinbad sighed, with a glimmer of illusion in his eyes, "He will not only overturn the Statute of Secrecy and severely damage the sinners of the wizarding world by his own strength, but, but..."

What is it?

Akinbad couldn't describe it. He said these words not to defend Grindelwald, but to express regret and pity.

After knowing that he was deceived, he wanted to punch that hateful and cunning old face. This idea lingered in his mind for several weeks. Even after learning that Grindelwald intended to make Africa his own territory, it not only did not weaken, but became stronger. In his view, this was a thorough act of dividing camps and splitting wizards, and a painstaking conspiracy of an ambitious person.

Unfortunately, Akinbard could only watch and could do nothing. He couldn't even go back to Africa to see the situation in his hometown with his own eyes. He was worried that he would not only fail to see anyone, but would be defeated by a few unknown people who believed in Grindelwald's ideas, become a prisoner, be brought to Grindelwald, and be laughed at in person.

Felix, the only one who was able to protect his safety, firmly refused to go to Africa, but went to America. To be more precise, he even put America aside for the time being. Akinbard was quite dissatisfied with this and suspected that he was afraid to face Grindelwald.

But Akinbard had to admit a fact:

from a utilitarian point of view, Felix's approach was not to be criticized, but became more and more correct as time went by. He did not rush to conflict with Grindelwald and show off his military power (this was incredible to Akinbard); nor did he waste time facing the mess in America that was almost unsolvable in the short term, but raced against time to re-establish the prestige of the International Confederation of Wizards.

After a month, the Federation is no longer an empty shell.

The above is the view of Akinbad and some wizards. If it were Felix, his idea would be completely different - yes, no one should be able to associate Grindelwald and Felix, two people who stir up the storm and have different personalities, with each other in essence.

With Felix's deliberate actions, Africa has almost become an independent kingdom.

What he did was completely in line with Grindelwald's usual behavior. Even Vita Rosier, the only one who knew the truth, sometimes couldn't help but wonder: Is it Felix who disguised himself as Grindelwald, or Grindelwald who disguised himself as Felix Hep? At least

in her opinion, Grindelwald's thoughts are eroding the minds and living space of African wizards in a gentle way, and have grown vigorously like wildfire in the past month.

"If it weren't for physical reasons, he would have a good chance of shining in this era. Of course, if that were the case, it would mean that he and I would be completely on opposite sides."

Felix said with emotion. When he said this, he had just defeated a group of wizards who had taken advantage of the chaos to grow stronger with his own force. At this moment, more than fifty wizards fell to the ground, looking up at him angrily.

Felix waved his hand nonchalantly, and the new generation of saints held their heads high and took over the place in an orderly manner.

"So whose ideas do you prefer? Grindelwald or Dumbledore?" Rosier asked in a low voice.

"What ideas?" Felix asked back, "I'm here to solve the problem."

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