In the old town of London, at the city cemetery, in the evening, the sun still retained a last bit of stubbornness and was unwilling to set.

Felix, wearing a dark windbreaker, stood in front of a tombstone.

"Locke," Felix murmured, "You must be wondering what happened today. Only when facing you can I open my heart..."

"I did a good thing and saved a pair of war heroes; but I seem to have done something not so good. I planned carefully and thought I could control people's hearts, but the result was contrary to what I expected."

"I understand what Dumbledore wants to express. It's nothing more than the blessing of negative and positive emotions on magic, and it's said so obscurely..." He curled his lips.

"I also made rapid progress in the dark arts by relying on negative emotions. Although I gave up later, I found that it had never left me."

"Seeing Neville, I couldn't help but envy him."

"He has his parents to accompany him and his classmates to care for him. Even if his talent is not outstanding, there are friendly classmates to help and encourage him. When he is bullied by people from other colleges, there are people who stand up for him."

Felix whispered, "I know I should be happy. This is what I did, but, Locke, I feel lonely."

"Why wasn't I so lucky back then?"

His windbreaker fluttered without wind, and the deep black magic naturally emanated, waving behind him, but was bound by him within a certain range.

Although Felix always claimed to be calm and rational, he was also affected.

Among the people he knew, only Snape understood him the best. Snape said to him, "Has anyone really walked into your heart?" He changed the subject at the time.

The answer is of course no.

It was getting darker and darker. People passed by the cemetery from time to time, but they just put down the bouquets, remained silent for a few minutes, and then left quietly, until -

"Felix? Felix Hep?" A strange voice came from behind him.

Felix turned around in surprise. He was not surprised to see a young man and woman, but was surprised that they knew his name.

They were obviously ordinary people.

Felix stared at the man who spoke for a while, and said tentatively: "Jim?"

The man laughed: "It's amazing that you still remember me. You were only nine years old when I left the orphanage?"

"My memory has always been good." Felix shrugged, "How did you recognize me?"

Jim said: "Black hair, standing in front of Ivan's tombstone, and the age matches. I tried to guess, and it turned out to be true." He introduced the woman next to him and said: "This is my wife, Rebecca."

Rebecca was a warm and cheerful red-haired woman. She looked at Felix twice, and gently hit Jim on the chest: "You never told me that you have such a handsome friend."

Jim complained: "We haven't seen each other for a long time. He was just a little kid back then, full of bad intentions..."

"Full of bad intentions, huh?" Rebecca said.

"Ahem, I mean, he's very clever. He used to set traps with half-grown children to deal with gangsters very early on. He was very famous in the orphanage at that time."

Felix looked at them and joked, "You have a good relationship... Why are you here today?"

Jim said, "I just returned to London and accompanied Rebecca to visit the grave. As a result, I saw you when I came out. I was not sure at the time, so I deliberately walked around. The light on the other side was a little dim and I couldn't see clearly."

Felix immediately retracted the magic that was overflowing around him. Jim shook his head. Was it an illusion? The light seemed to be a little brighter.

Jim invited Felix, "We are going to visit the old dean. Rebecca hasn't met the dean yet. Do you want to come together?"

"Of course." Felix said readily.

The three of them got in a taxi and walked through the streets and alleys. Felix looked at the street scene curiously. Some orange lights had already lit up.

"Felix, I haven't asked you yet, where do you work?"

"I used to work at Neil Company in London, but now I'm in Scotland and can come back once a year."

Rebecca said in surprise, "It's that new company Neil, it's very famous now, why did you leave?"

Felix smiled and said, "I found a more suitable choice."

The taxi stopped in front of an old house in the old town, with dark shadows on the wall and snow covering the courtyard.

"Dean, we are here to see you." Jim shouted excitedly, and after a while, a little old man with white hair came out.

The old man put on his glasses on his chest and looked at him carefully: "Jim," and then looked at the side and laughed: "Lucky Felix, it's you, didn't you come here a few months ago?"

"I came back for something and met Jim, so we came together." Felix said, he changed the subject, "Let's go into the house and talk, Jim came with his wife."

Sitting on the old brown sofa, Felix almost wanted to directly invite the beer in the refrigerator, but fortunately he stopped the idea in time. It

was so close~ Almost exposed~

The four people drank cold beer and chatted casually. Soon, they talked about Felix's recent situation. Felix disguised himself as a professional manager. His company was in Scotland, but he traveled all over the world.

He happened to have rich experience, so he was not exposed.

Jim asked a question: "Director, why do you always call him 'Lucky Felix'?"

The old director grinned: "Ha, when we found him as a baby, he was in a big water tank with a depth of three feet. He didn't drown but swam happily. Isn't that lucky?"

In the English context, 'Felix' does mean lucky.

"What about my last name?" Felix couldn't help asking.

"Well, let me think..." The old director pondered, "You were very different from other children at that time. You would cry when you were hungry or thirsty, but you wouldn't cry when you had nothing to do. Also, when other children pooped their pants, you were always enthusiastic to call for help..."

Felix's face was dark. Wasn't it because the smell was too strong and he couldn't stand it? Hurry up and call someone to deal with it.

"...So some caregivers at that time called you a helper, which means someone who provides help." The old director laughed.

It was the first time Felix heard that his name came from this. At that time, someone did call him "assistant", but the pronunciation of assistant was different from his last name.

"It's just a phonetic translation. It can't be so straightforward. It makes me look uneducated..." The old dean complained for himself, but according to what he revealed after drinking, he had never been to school.

Jim concluded: "So, Felix's name means lucky helper? What about me, what about me?"

"You?" The old dean rolled his eyes at him. "You didn't show any difference at the time. Of course, I just picked it casually."

Jim looked very hurt and hid in Rebecca's arms, causing Rebecca to push him out.

The old dean invited them to have a meal and then drove them away.

"It's good that you can come to see me. Go and do your own things!"

After leaving the old dean's house, Felix said goodbye to Jim. He walked into a dark alley and Apparated away.

When he returned to the office, he saw a figure standing at the door. He suddenly remembered that he forgot to cancel today's magic tutorial. "Professor Hep!" Hermione greeted excitedly.