Felix returned to the office. It was late at night. The windows were creaking in the wind.

He sat on a chair and looked at a corner of the table, where there was a stack of photos.

Felix picked up the photo and leaned back in the chair, quietly looking at the seven photos. Most of them were photos of Helena alone. She always smiled quietly, but from different angles.

Only in the photo with him, he said something and Helena showed a funny expression. There was an obvious gesture of covering her mouth in the photo.

Felix's fingers brushed over the photo, and her hair turned wine red. Then he put the photo into the ring.

"Have a good trip, Helena."

...

The next morning, a strong wind blew in Hogwarts. Felix was woken up early. He walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas. The light in the office was very dim, and it was pitch black outside.

The window creaked under the raging wind.

Felix snapped his fingers, and the window seemed to become a whole. The sound suddenly weakened, but he could not do anything about the sound of the wind hitting the castle wall.

Through the window, you can vaguely see the branches of the trees in the distance swaying.

"I don't want to think at all in this weather." He muttered, curling up lazily on the sofa.

Felix hooked his fingers, and the suitcase in the corner suddenly popped open, and boxes of films floated in the air and passed by him, "Tsk! I've seen them all."

"I remember there was a very famous series of movies. I wonder if it's been released. What's it called?"

"The Chronicles of Nagini?"

Felix shook his head and summoned a fairy tale book "The Adventures of Camper" from the cabinet on the wall. This was one of the gifts he received for Christmas.

The protagonist of the story is named Ronin Camper, a ten-year-old wizard in preparation.

His parents are both employees of the Ministry of Magic. They are very busy at work and often ask their neighbors to take care of him, but he doesn't like the cats raised by their neighbors and sneaks out.

Camper originally wanted to go to Diagon Alley for a stroll, but ended up wandering into Knockturn Alley by mistake and was taken away by the black witch with Apparition.

But fortunately, the clever Camper used a little trick to deceive the witch and escaped successfully. After that, it was a story of avoiding the pursuit of the black witch, making friends and trying to go home.

Felix found that if you don't think too much about the logic, such as why the witch's subordinates are three cats named "Nate", "Mashi" and "Moray", and why they always find Kampa before the witch, and are chased away by Kampa's new magical animal friends, etc.... It's actually quite interesting.

He read it with relish and finished it in less than an hour.

"I don't know if this kind of book is popular among young wizards. I should investigate it. If the response is good, I can refer to it to complete my new book."

"As for the plot..." He glanced at "Campa's Adventure" at hand, "The story of a ten-year-old prospective wizard who was sent to a Muggle school by his busy parents and lived, studied and made friends in an unfamiliar environment."

"Well, this prospective wizard grew up in a magical family and is not familiar with the outside world. With his eyes, readers can see a lot of interesting things."

"It's better to add some dynamic photos."

Felix was casually making up the plot, and the sky finally dawned.

Harry woke up, listening to the sound of the wind whistling in his ears. He rubbed his glasses and looked out the window carefully.

"It's windy. It's right. It's already March." He muttered.

Ron was still asleep. Today was Sunday. Harry didn't call him. He put on his clothes and carried his schoolbag to the common room.

There were a lot of Quidditch training in the afternoon, and he had to hurry to finish his homework.

When he came to the common room, it was empty, with only three or two people, but he was not surprised to see Hermione.

She was carving runes with a carving knife. From Harry's perspective, it looked very good. The tip of the light brown carving knife flowed with burning magic,

leaving burning symbols on the chestnut wood.

"How's it going?" Harry asked after she stopped.

Hermione gave him an ambiguous answer: "Not bad, but I haven't succeeded once."

"Really?" Harry didn't quite understand this sentence: "It looks quite intimidating, with a sense of mystery like a wizard in a fairy tale."

"Harry, you are a wizard."

"I'm talking about the wizard legends in the Muggle world." As for Hogwarts, Harry thought about himself who was desperately rushing to finish his homework, and it was difficult for him to think about whether the gods were mysterious or not.

When Harry was writing his herbology paper, the whistling sound outside the tower never stopped, interrupting his thoughts several times. This made him very irritable, and he suddenly raised his head and asked expectantly: "Hermione, do you think our herbology class will be cancelled if the weather is still like this on Monday?"

Hermione said: "I think you might as well look forward to the cancellation of today's training, and I'm very curious about how the mandrake ran into someone else's flowerpot. Professor Sprout said that it will be in these few days, and I don't want to miss it."

In the last herbology class last week, several mandrakes held a lively and noisy dance party in the third greenhouse, which made Professor Sprout very happy.

"When they want to move to someone else's pot, we'll know they're fully grown," she said. "Then we can bring the poor little wizard in the hospital ward and Filch's cat back to life."

Harry muttered, "Wood won't cancel the training, I have faith in him."

When Ron got up, the three of them packed up and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Ron pointed at the crowd of Ravenclaws and said, "They don't look very happy."

Harry said uncertainly, "Maybe the ghost of their house disappeared?" He thought about it. Although he didn't have a good time at Nick's 500th anniversary party, he would definitely be sad if Nick suddenly disappeared.

At this moment, a silver figure rushed into the Great Hall, holding a pile of chalk and hitting the Slytherin students.

He laughed loudly and disappeared before anyone could react.

The three of them stared in amazement. After a long while, Ron said, "Merlin, is there no one to control Peeves?"

Everyone knew that only the Bloody Baron and Dumbledore could control Peeves, and he only maintained limited respect when facing the professor.

"But I think it's not bad." Ron looked at the embarrassed Slytherin wizard, especially when Malfoy was inside, and happily put a piece of bacon in.

Hermione said worriedly: "Peeves is targeting Slytherin now, but it may not be the case in a while."

"That's also the worst for Slytherin." Ron said optimistically.