The next morning at 9:30, 126a Diagon Alley.

At the door of a low white building, Felix smiled and shook hands with a woman in a purple dress.

"No need to see you off, ma'am. It's an honor to continue to work with you."

"Oh~ Mr. Hep, you are too modest. Your books are always so inspiring."

Felix walked down the dark brown wooden steps and blended into the crowded crowd. At this moment, he felt relieved. 'The first book has been negotiated, and it took almost no effort.' '

But the next step is the highlight.'

He walked along Diagon Alley, turned a corner in front of Gringotts Bank, and turned to another fork, counting the house numbers all the way.

"13a, 14b, 15a on the south side of Diagon Alley... So, shop 15b should be opposite." Felix turned around and saw a seven-story building.

The building was dirty and in disrepair, and the letters on it had fallen off. He could barely make out the letter L, which cast a shadow on his future cooperation.

In the gap between the building and the house next door, there was a row of huge trash cans, also with traces of LCA letters on them.

He walked up the dark stairs to the second floor and pushed open a scratched oak door. A noisy, noisy, and fragmented sound broke into his ears.

He seemed to have come to another world. The walls were covered with densely packed colorful comic strips, which covered the walls tightly.

The protagonist of the drawings was mostly a little boy wearing a beret and a striped shirt. He was active in different scenes: being chased by a group of bowtruckles; holding a small wooden stick and waving it constantly; riding a one-horned rhino, turning his head excitedly to greet his companions; standing on the roof of a farmhouse wearing a wizard's cloak...

But Felix could also see that these paintings were a bit old. The colors of some drawings had faded, and some of the drawings in the corners were covered with purple mold.

All this showed that this publishing house was once glorious, but now it was a bit down and out.

"Is anyone there? Mr. Andes?" Felix shouted.

After a while, a door was pushed open beside him. The door was hidden in layers of drawings, and Felix didn't notice it for a while.

A thin middle-aged wizard with a scruffy beard stared at him. He asked with a nasal voice: "Felix Hep?"

"It's me. I think you are Mr. Andes? We made an appointment."

The wizard let go of the door handle. "Come in, it's a bit messy inside." He retreated on his own.

Felix frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. He followed the wizard into the room. There was an unpleasant smell inside, and all kinds of sundries were piled up randomly. He also saw a few plates of leftovers in the corner.

This made his scalp tingle, and he subconsciously wanted to Apparate and leave here.

The only thing that comforted him was that he saw fresh paint and canvas in this place that could barely be regarded as a studio. The half-drawn drawing on it was very outstanding.

He decided to learn more about it, but the premise was that this room met his aesthetic taste.

"Clean it up! Clean it up! Sweep it like a whirlwind!"

Felix waved his wand repeatedly, clearing away all kinds of garbage in the house. A sudden strong wind repeatedly raged in the small room, the windows made a "grumbling" sound, and the tables and chairs shook desperately, but the dust and dirt on them were quickly peeled off and swept into the strong wind, finally forming a turbid air mass.

He pushed open the window, and a silver swift flew out from the tip of the wand, "Do me a favor, I remember seeing a trash can when I came in." The swift nodded at him, flapped its wings and flew out of the window, followed by a long gray dragon.

"You, you..." The wizard named Andes stared at Felix in amazement, his tongue tied for a moment.

"Please sit down, Mr. Andes." Felix waved his wand and pushed the cleaned chair in front of him.

Andes sat down with a blank expression. He looked around and reacted after a while. "This seems to be my home?" He first muttered softly, then his face turned red and he shouted angrily.

Felix sat opposite him and said calmly: "Mr. Andes, let's make it short. Since you agreed to this visit, I will assume that you have a need for submissions from the outside world."

"And as your potential partner, I have the right to make demands on you at least before you explicitly refuse."

"You..."

Felix tapped the ring with his wand, and a stack of drawings flew out of it. "This is my manuscript, "The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick", which was mentioned in my letter. You can take a look first, and then it's up to you to decide whether we should continue the conversation. I don't want to waste the time of both parties."

The wizard opposite held the drawings and looked at him with confused eyes.

"What are you waiting for?"

The wizard swallowed his saliva and laughed dryly: "No, nothing."

He quickly looked down and labeled Felix in his mind, a wizard with a strong personality.

The wizard decided to pick out a few flaws at random and then quickly drive him away. If he was not satisfied, he would go to the street to ask for help...

As time passed, Andes became serious from the initial carelessness. He made various comments from time to time.

"Not bad."

"Interesting."

"What is this, a Ferris...wheel? How does it rotate? Is it really not magic?"

"Oh my God, two cups of water can turn red when poured together? I guess it is the effect of some transparent potion." I

don't know when he pulled the chair next to Felix and discussed with him.

"I like this part, I think it is very wise--"

Felix looked over, it was the scene of the little wizard Mick and his new Muggle friend going to the store to buy clothes:

"What should I say?" The little wizard Mick looked at the dazzling array of clothes in the store and asked timidly: "I don't understand it at all. I am a stupid boy from the countryside."

"Don't worry, I don't understand it either, but my mother told me a trick." His friend said.

The little wizard Mick looked at his companion and said confidently to the clerk: "My friend only has a budget of 15 pounds, but he needs a shirt, a pair of trousers, and preferably a bow tie. Can you do it, ma'am?"

The young clerk smiled and said, "Of course, little gentleman." She looked at the little wizard Mick's figure and turned to get the right clothes.

His companion smiled at the little wizard Mick, "How is it? It's not that difficult, right?"

...

After about half an hour, Felix asked him, "What do you think?"

Andes' expression became shrewd. He quickly judged the value of the manuscript. After seven or eight minutes, he hesitated and said, "To be honest, I'm not sure."

He added, "Personally, this is a very interesting children's comic book, but I'm not so confident in my vision. You can see that this publishing house was indeed glorious, but since I took over, it has failed more than a dozen times in succession. Finally, it had to sell the 30th anniversary edition of the old books."

"Mr. Andes, I haven't asked you yet, what do the three letters LCA stand for?" Felix asked.

"It is the abbreviation of the names of the three founders, and A is Andes. It was co-founded by my grandfather and his two good friends." The wizard said.

"Then your company's masterpiece, The Adventures of Martin Miggs..."

"It was my grandfather's idea, and it was also his personal experience. When he was a child, he once received a Muggle boy who had strayed into the magical world. They played happily for a week, and then they were discovered. The staff of the Ministry of Magic erased the boy's memory and sent him back to his home."

Felix nodded in understanding. He took out a few pieces of parchment from the ring, which were filled with various tables and data. The parchment fluttered and stuck to the wall.

"Mr. Andes, I can't prove that this manuscript will definitely help your publishing house turn around, but we can analyze the data. Since your company was founded, it has published a total of 17 comic books. Of course, "The Adventures of Martin Miggs" is the most famous. I got some data from my friend who is in charge of publishing at the Ministry of Magic. It can be clearly found that relatively novel content will be more popular..." "

At the same time, this manuscript positioned as a children's publication does not seem to be young or childish, and it is also very friendly to adults. If you are willing, we can cooperate."

Andes actually didn't have much choice, unless he wanted to continue to eat the leftovers of thirty years ago.

So when Felix gave him a reasonable reason, he naturally agreed. Their initial plan was very conservative. They published 100 copies to test the waters first. Even if they failed, it would not be a big deal.

At best, Andes just wasted a little time, but what he lacked the least now was time.

After finalizing the cooperation, Andes showed him his ancestral craftsmanship. He scribbled and revised on one of Felix's drawings, and tapped it with his wand. Soon, the whole picture was filled with colors, and the drawing became more refined.

In the picture, a little boy stood on a huge Ferris wheel, tiptoeing to look down through the window. Next to him was a half-eaten vanilla ice cream floating in the air.

Half an hour later, Felix walked out of the LCA building, and he was in a very happy mood.

He was going to return to the office through the public fireplace in Diagon Alley, so that he wouldn't have to Apparate to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walk a distance. But at this moment-

"Professor Hepp?"

Felix turned around and saw a familiar figure in the crowd. He said in surprise: "Potter?"