Felix politely but firmly rejected the request for communication from the current dean of St. Mungo's. "I'm sorry, but I can only spare one morning a week, and I have to spend time summarizing the treatment plan for the Longbottoms."

Standing at the entrance of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Felix revealed the latest treatment progress to Mrs. Longbottom. "After three treatments at most, they will reach the critical value of recovery.

By then, I will use the emotions of Frank and Alice as a bond to tie their memory recovery process together.

As long as the self-recovery ability of one of them is stimulated, the other will benefit as well."

Mrs. Longbottom The lady entangled her hands together. She suppressed her inner excitement and asked rationally, "Will there be any accidents? Will this bond drag down the other one?"

Felix smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Longbottom. If it were two strangers, this approach would indeed be inappropriate, but Frank and Alice are different. After so long of treatment, I am sure that they are the most important people in each other's lives..."

After parting with old lady Longbottom, he went to Diagon Alley. The LCA building was now completely new. The shabby and old building surface was painted with bright rainbow colors, constantly attracting the attention of passers-by.

On the re-erected plaque, a little boy clinging to the small window of the Ferris wheel smiled happily.

He could also see several seven or eight-year-old children next to him pointing at the huge plaque, hanging themselves in their parents' arms, and screaming excitedly.

'It seems that Andes and Dobby did a good job. '

The lobby on the first floor was reused. When Felix walked into the building, a young witch came up to him and said, "Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Andes." Felix said briefly.

"You are..."

"Felix Hepp, a shareholder of this company."

The young witch's eyes lit up. "Mr. Hepp, please go this way to the third floor. Mr. Andes has said hello. You can go directly to him at any time."

"Isn't his room on the second floor?"

"The second floor has been converted into a production office. There are 20 skilled painters in it. They were all old employees of LCA Comic Publishing House." The witch introduced.

"You know it very well?"

"My father used to work for Mr. Andes' grandfather, but later the publishing house went from bad to worse, and many people left. Now it's good. The company has regained its vitality, and quite a few people have been invited back." The witch said happily.

Felix nodded and was led to a long and narrow office on the third floor. Andes, with a face full of stubble, was having a heated discussion with an old wizard. He glared and shouted, "We need to speed up! Publishing houses from three more countries are seeking cooperation."

The old wizard also replied in a hoarse voice, "We are short of manpower, little Andes! I also hope to speed up the progress, but skilled painters are hard to find. I have tried my best to recruit old employees."

"We can train them ourselves."

"Good idea, but distant water cannot quench a nearby fire."

When they finished talking, Felix walked forward. Andes' eyes lit up. He opened his arms and hugged him tightly, complainingly saying, "Oh, my God, our great contributor and major shareholder is finally willing to come and take a look!"

"Honestly, how long have you not taken a shower?" Felix subconsciously took a step back. The smell was too strong, and he gave Andes a clean-up. "It's not that I don't care. Isn't there Dobby? He can represent me. By the way, where is he?"

"He's downstairs. He has many jobs and works hard... Where did you find the house elf? Introduce one to me."

"Don't be ridiculous." Felix shook his head. "I came here today to see if you have any troubles and if you need my help to solve them."

"You can see it too," Andes shrugged. "Lack of manpower is the biggest problem. Unless you can find a large number of employees."

"Are there any specific requirements?"

"Experienced and skilled painters are of course the best. If not, we can also train them ourselves, but they have to be hardworking... After all, this job is a bit boring."

Felix thought for a while and called Dobby over.

Dobby was still wearing his little suit, but his mental outlook had changed a lot. "The great and generous Mr. Hep!" He screamed excitedly.

Felix automatically translated his words into greetings, "Hello to you too, Dobby." He said seriously, "Listen, Dobby, I have an idea and I need your advice."

"It's my pleasure to serve you, Dobby!"

Felix paused. He was still not used to the elf's speaking style: "The publishing house is currently short of staff. I want to ask you, do you know any house-elves, the kind without owners?"

Dobby gave him a conflicted look, his tennis ball-sized eyes full of hesitation, and he twisted his body uneasily, "Yes, sir. Yes..."

"Are there any obstacles?" Felix asked calmly.

"They are not in a good condition. For house elves, losing their master means losing everything. They are often hit hard and unable to recover."

"Dobby, can you convince them to work for me?"

Dobby's eyes widened. "Can you? Dobby has always wanted to... Oh, Dobby is too greedy, but Dobby has been hesitating whether to mention it during this period..."

Felix laughed, "They work for me, and I pay them. It sounds fair."

His thoughts did not stop there. From the previous conversation with Andes, he found that Dobby's position was a bit awkward. It was difficult for elves to directly command wizards. They were usually commanded, so Dobby did more auxiliary work, or was temporarily pulled out by Andes to act as a facade and deal with wizards from pure-blood families.

This was not what he wanted.

"Dobby," Felix looked at him seriously, "help me find those free elves, whether they are wild or expelled, I don't care. You are responsible for persuading them, and bring them to see me when you have gathered a group. If there is no problem, they can get a formal job, and they will all be under your management."

Dobby blinked his big eyes and nodded repeatedly. He was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

"Dobby, Dobby, it's an honor!"

This made Felix feel a little strange.

"It's just a matter of each taking what they need. For repetitive work, the elves are fully capable. And using Dobby to manage other house elves is killing two birds with one stone."

…

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the snow, Felix came to the Hog's Head Pub in Hogsmeade.

This pub hidden in the alley looked inconspicuous, and the pig's head sign kept shaking in the cold wind.

Standing at the door, Felix, wearing a cloak, a hood and a mask, couldn't help laughing. Why did he always think of this place first when talking about underground transactions?

Maybe it was because it was popular for the guests here to hide their faces?

The Hog's Head Pub was equivalent to a semi-public black market. The bar owner didn't care much and allowed some shady transactions to be carried out here. It was even possible that this indulgence was a way to attract customers.

He also saw the figures of Dementors from a distance. They patrolled back and forth in groups of two.

But what was a little funny was that some Dementors were obviously shorter than their companions.

"I didn't expect to meet a familiar monster..."

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