Saturday, February 4, 9:30 am.

Felix was dressed neatly, standing in the fireplace, and in a bright green flame, his figure disappeared in the office.

When Felix came out of the public fireplace, he had arrived at Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is the most famous magic commercial district in the British wizarding world, where many famous shops, bars, offices and large companies are gathered. Gringotts

, the Leaky Cauldron, the headquarters of the Daily Prophet, as well as Ollivanders, Madam Malkin's Robes, Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, pharmacy and other places closely related to young wizards are all here.

But Felix was just passing by. He patted the dust off his body with his top hat, and the next second, he used Apparition to appear directly in a dark and narrow alley.

When Felix walked out of the alley, he was standing on a street that looked very desolate. There were only a few low-rise office buildings that looked shabby, a tavern and a dusty antique car.

He walked a distance and came to a red telephone booth against the wall. It looked quite bad, tattered, with large pieces of red paint peeling off and several pieces of broken glass. No one with a normal mind would have the idea of ​​exploring it.

But Felix walked in, picked up the crooked receiver, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, a cold woman's voice echoed in the telephone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the purpose of your visit."

Felix said calmly: "Felix Hepp, invited to attend the award ceremony of Mercurys Belby."

"Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it on your clothes."

A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot, and it read: Felix Hepp, invited to visit temporarily.

"Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

Felix pinned the badge on his robe. His thought at the moment was, is this woman real?

But the floor of the telephone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly sank into the ground. After about a minute, the telephone booth stopped.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day." The woman's voice said.

The door suddenly opened, and Felix walked out. In front of him was a magnificent hall.

He walked on the shiny dark floor. There was a row of gilded fireplaces on the walls on both sides. For the official members of the Ministry of Magic, this is their commuting method.

Maybe it was the weekend, there were not many people, but there were still a few wizards who were still busy. A young man with acne on his face passed by him with a stack of shaky parchment in his arms.

Felix looked at his back. Was that someone he knew just now?

He shook his head, walked past the fountain in the middle of the hall, and came to a table. Behind the desk sat a wizard in a peacock blue robe and a poorly shaved beard.

Above his head was a sign that read "Security Check."

Felix tapped the table with his nails. "Good morning, sir. I'm here to register my wand." The wizard raised his head and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Come over here." The wizard said in a listless tone.

Felix walked up to him, and the wizard raised a long golden rod, as thin as a car antenna. He used it to sweep Felix's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Wand." The security wizard muttered and stretched out his hand.

Felix turned his wrist and a wand popped out from his sleeve.

The wizard was stunned. "I've seen many Aurors hide their wands like this. Are you a new Auror?"

"I work at Hogwarts." Felix said briefly.

"Oh, that's a good job..." The wizard's attitude became much more enthusiastic. "My name is Eric Munch. I'm usually in charge of security checks and occasionally do guard work."

"Felix, you can call me that."

Eric threw his wand on a strange brass machine that looked like a scale. The machine began to vibrate slightly.

The wizard was in high spirits: "What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Kettleburn is going to retire. Is he still here? His class is really terrible. When I was in school..."

"Mr. Munch," Felix interrupted him, "Professor Kettleburn is still teaching young wizards. I'm responsible for ancient runes."

As far as he knew, Professor Kettleburn was indeed going to retire, but the candidate to replace him was ready-Rubeau Hagrid.

Dumbledore was actively trying to vindicate him and restore his reputation. But it didn't seem to go smoothly, because the murderer who opened the Chamber of Secrets had not been caught yet, and Felix had planned to throw the diary out at the right time.

But this matter must be ranked after Dobby. Otherwise, if something went wrong, he would never see the reckless elf again.

In fact, Dumbledore could have solved the problem of restoring his reputation and hiring a professor by himself. He only needed to mention it at a festival dinner. But if Hagrid wanted to use the wand openly, he had to get the recognition of the Ministry of Magic.

And the Ministry of Magic has always been the representative of hard talk.

"Beep!" A narrow piece of parchment quickly spit out from the bottom opening of the brass machine. Eric tore the paper off and read the words on it.

"Thirteen inches, ebony, the core is dragon heartstring, and it has been used for ten years. Is that right?"

"Very accurate." Felix said gently.

"I'll keep this," the wizard said, poking the parchment on a small brass nail. "Take this back." He grabbed the wand. "

Thank you."

"Wait a minute," Eric stopped his hand in the air, and across the table, he carefully looked at the badge on Felix's chest.

He said slowly: "I remember you mentioned just now that your name is Felix, Felix Hepp? The one who facilitated the August 7 Duel Agreement..."

Eric Munch's nose tip turned red, and his nostrils expanded excitedly, as if he had seen something amazing.

"Can you tell me what you thought at the time? I mean, that was one of the 28 pure bloods! Although I don't like them either - I'm a mixed blood, but they have existed for hundreds of years, so there is a reason. But now one of them has left Britain forever, which is a pity..." He chattered on.

Felix calmly extended his hand, and the black jade wand in the wizard's hand flew into his hand with a "whoosh". "I'm in a hurry. Let's talk again when we have a chance." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned to leave.

Felix took the elevator to the second floor. He followed the instructions on the house numbers all the way, passing the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, and the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment, and finally found the Wizengamot Affairs Office.

On the left side of the office, there are two oak doors that open to the inside, which look very heavy. There is a conspicuous sign hanging on the door - Reception Room No. 3.

When Felix approached, a very familiar voice with a drawn-out tone came from inside and said, "The taste of the potion is not important. My personal habit is to increase the dosage of Aconitum..."