Putting down the telescope, Felix couldn't help but feel both amused and confused. Rumors are always more eye-catching than facts, especially when they are paired with a short, sharp, and easily spread sensational title.

If the rumor can creatively use three or two phrases to "explain" major events in history with complicated causes, it will be even more perfect. Not only is it very likely to be popular at the time, but it will also have a long-lasting vitality.

In order to avoid being affected by the unique charm of these lovely rumors, in addition to disclosing the truth in a timely manner, it is best to intimately offer another topic worth talking about. Therefore,

"I plan to organize a Christmas bonfire party." Felix said.

"Here?" Horace Greenstinch was a little confused when he heard this answer. He stamped his feet and turned around. "Oh, uh, good idea..." He said reluctantly, but he changed his mind soon and began to be deeply fascinated by this idea.

"Christmas at sea! Bonfire night! Guys!"

Greenstinch leaned over the suitcase and shouted excitedly inside, which made him, who was usually serious and old-fashioned, look a little crazy. He turned his head and explained: "People need happiness." He was still lying on the ground while speaking, and his appearance looked a little funny.

Before the people outside could express their opinions, about seven or eight hands stretched out from the box and dragged him into the box without thinking. After a while, a hollow echo came from the box, like an old speaker of questionable quality working, but screams and cheers could still be clearly distinguished from the deafening noise.

Uriah walked to Felix.

"Are we really going to have a bonfire party?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes, but we have to wait a while." Felix said, the others stood far away, a young Auror wanted to come over, but was stopped by his companion, who shook his head slowly and firmly, looking at this side with a serious expression, as if the two were discussing some profound topic.

"Will we be attacked?" Yuria blurted out, expressing the most fearful worry in his heart.

"That's why we have to wait patiently," Felix explained, "Wait until the 'exercise' is over, then we can control the island and leave. It's not possible now. So theoretically, yes," he said in a relaxed tone, "We may indeed be attacked by lethal weapons."

He walked to the side, picked a dry stone and sat down, feeling the cold and biting sea breeze, looking up at the azure sky. The area within a radius of dozens of kilometers was within his sight, but he actually didn't see anything, just sat quietly. The huge magic power surging on the island seemed to be an extension of his limbs, and countless tiny magic words flashed constantly between the cracks between rocks. He began to recall his experiences in the past six months bit by bit, from the initial shock to calm acceptance and active mediation, the role he played became increasingly important, and now he finally put himself on one end of the scale and lifted the weight with love and peace written on the other end.

He stood at the forefront of all wizards, and any eyes cast on this group of people would inevitably look directly at him and face his existence.

When the sun rose to the highest point of the day, Akinbad appeared, dusty and exhausted, with good news. "It's done. Twenty minutes ago... the spokesperson came out of the White House..." He was so excited that he was incoherent, and finally smiled, "I used the door key and wanted to tell you the news in person."

Even though he acted very calm, when the dust settled and everything came to an end, Felix still secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He didn't care what kind of fierce game Washington, hundreds of kilometers across the coast, had experienced in the past few hours. He didn't even show surprise when Akinbad told him that the other party had sent an invitation and was ready to restart the negotiations. That was all for the future. What he had to do now was to welcome Christmas tomorrow, and then New Year's Day!

Half an hour later, the floating island left the deep sea.

The White House president, who saw this scene through the satellite transmission screen, breathed a sigh of relief and slumped in his chair, sweating all over. The senior officials and staff around him breathed a sigh of relief, and the stones in the hearts of countless people fell to the ground. Now no one in the world knows the strength of the other side better than them. Other countries can only observe and evaluate from a distance with satellites in the sky. They are the party who have experienced it firsthand and can do more. Detection equipment of various principles was spread all over the port and surrounding areas with the army a week ago.

Of course, all the equipment has failed now, and it has become a state that cannot be explained by existing science.

An hour ago, they were still discussing whether to use the ultimate trump card. The decision to make this step is not so easy. Other countries have also conveyed their intentions through explicit and implicit means. Once nuclear bombs are used, the situation is likely to be completely out of control. This is what no country wants to see. Of course, it is also what the White House does not want to see. They have used all means at home and abroad to force wizards to create a situation of direct confrontation, not to drag themselves into the abyss of war.

The purpose of doing this is to foresee that wizards will seriously damage their interests in the future, or in other words, the higher the sense of presence of wizards, the more threatening it is to their voice in the world.

In this case, it is very necessary to suppress the most influential international wizard organization as much as possible.

The best result they envisioned was to set off an anti-wizard wave worldwide, while they themselves adopted a strategy of both pulling and beating against their own wizards, using various political means to win over and divide the entire wizard community, using the excuse of race or bloodline... But these assumptions were based on a premise that the International Confederation of Wizards must disintegrate (the International Pan-Magic Union was just an empty shell in their eyes).

They almost watched the International Confederation of Wizards, which was originally on the decline, regain its vitality.

All this was because of one person, Felix Hepp.

His works on the non-magical world became the authoritative textbook for reverse research on wizards; the magic system he created was studied by countless wizards; the negotiation strategies he formulated became a reality step by step. If it weren't for the image foundation that wizards had laid in front of the world in the past few months, it would never have led to a situation where everyone was watching and standing by, and there would be no tacit consensus on "cooperation as the main and confrontation as the auxiliary".

Needless to say, he himself showed abilities comparable to those of gods.

This is the top priority. In the eyes of the White House president and his staff, building a floating island is not the most terrifying thing. On the contrary, it is quite in line with their imagination of magic. The truly terrifying thing is the seemingly harmless and fairy-tale magic that covers the entire city. The effect is a bit like a black and white picture book for children to practice graffiti.

The hidden meaning behind this magic made them give up the idea of ​​further expanding the conflict, and it was almost a final decision.

An hour ago, a small force closest to New York quietly entered the city. They detonated hundreds of small explosives, but did not cause any damage to the city, as if the two were not in the same world.

What does this mean?

The nuclear bomb is likely to not work, and it is highly unlikely to work. Even if it is detonated in front of that person, the possibility of threatening the other party is infinitely close to zero. As for the feasibility of one in a while... No one dares to bet on the consequences. If it happens to kill someone he cares about, the whole country will fall into darkness.

In silence, the White House president whispered the name of another wizard that he saw in the newspaper, and this seemed to be the best footnote to this conflict:

"Grandmaster? Swordholder?"

…

The floating island was another scene. The wizards in the suitcases came out one after another, looking around with curiosity and timidity like newborn babies. The adults talked in groups of three or four, and the children played and played on the uneven reefs and rocks on the seabed, picking up small fish, shrimps and seaweed from the cracks in the rocks.

Felix and Aginbad avoided the crowd and walked on the relatively flat ground.

"Do you plan to make this a place where wizards and Muggles can coexist peacefully? Let magic and technology merge?"

Felix nodded gently.

"And invite wizards and Muggle scientists and companies from all over the world?"

Nodded again.

"That's a big project." Aginbad said with emotion. After a while, he stepped on his feet and suddenly asked: "Felix, what do you think about me moving the Federation headquarters here?"

Felix looked at him in surprise.

Aginbad smiled, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out. "In fact, I have had this idea for a long time... During the period when we successfully signed contracts with several countries, the situation was very good. I thought at that time that the headquarters of the Federation must not be hidden any longer, but the new address had not been decided yet, and it was not the right time. But this idea kept coming to my mind. The most convenient place is naturally Strasbourg, where there are also some international Muggle organizations... But what other place can compare to the island built by wizards themselves?"

"I have no objection." Felix thought for a while and replied.

At this time, a young Auror came over and looked at Felix with awe. He said to the two of them: "Some people proposed to transform the surrounding environment as a venue for the bonfire party. Chairman Greenstinch asked me to come and ask you..."

Felix and Akinbad exchanged glances, and they naturally had no objection.

The result was out of control. More wizards poured out of the suitcase. They spontaneously helped to repair the venue with great enthusiasm and cast protective magic, but soon faced the dilemma of insufficient materials.

This problem was partially solved as Felix removed the magic in the suitcase.

A campsite replaced the two-kilometer radius in the center of the island. He then contacted the headquarters of Future World Corporation and originally planned to ask Lupin to prepare some tents and materials for the bonfire party so that he could go back and get them himself. However, the conversation between the two happened to be heard by Ms. Bones and Sirius, who were present. Sirius came up with a whimsical and bad idea, which Felix thought was feasible. Ms. Bones agreed to provide support, and thus the major event that was talked about and exaggerated by countless historians in later generations was finalized.

Temporary fireplaces rose from the ground, and hundreds of wizards walked out of the flames. They brought various building materials, and with the waving of their wands, hundreds of houses of different shapes rose from the ground. More and more wizards came upon hearing the news, and it quickly turned into a wizard celebration comparable to the Quidditch World Cup final.

Even Sirius, who had given the idea, was frightened by the huge scale. He smacked his lips and said, "Will there not be enough space?"

"If we squeeze them together, we can accommodate 200,000 or 300,000 people." Felix said uncertainly, but when he saw vendors pushing carts to sell goods, he suspected that he had spoken too early. In the afternoon, he saw Fred and George, who were sneaking around selling Weasley fireworks.

When they found that Felix was staring at them, they immediately smiled awkwardly and fled.

As expected, a spectacular fireworks show appeared on the sea that night.

The entire celebration lasted for half a month. It was completely different from the lonely Christmas that Felix had expected. Even the New Year was spent in noise and bustle. The vast ocean seemed to connect wizards from all over the world more closely.

Every day he could see familiar figures. Luna, who seemed to have wandered here carelessly, was in a trance... Hermione, who waved at Valen while holding him... Sirius, who found a new motorcycle and Harry and Ron would occasionally borrow it for a ride... Bathsheba Babbling, the former professor of ancient magic... Professor Bubbage, who was concerned about the island's soil problems... Trelawney, who was always talking nonsense... Lupin, Tonks, Hogwarts students and professors, officials from the Ministry of Magic of various countries, pen pals who had never met, and even reporters...

Their story had just begun.

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Basically, the main text ends here, and I'll make up for the remarks during the day.