Walsh Cedric led the way, and he kept moving forward. "We need to hurry up. Minister Fudge can't wait any longer."

Felix said, "I didn't know we had to meet him again."

"It was a last-minute decision. Minister Fudge's daily schedule is very full. He wouldn't have paid attention to these little things, but here we are."

He pushed open a heavy door, and an ancient and solemn reception room appeared in front of him.

The furnishings in the reception room were very similar to the reception room No. 3 that Felix had visited before. There were more than a dozen rows of shiny black chairs, and in front of the reception room was a small podium.

"This way," Felix was led down the curtain on the side of the podium, through an inconspicuous small door, and came to a more private room.

Fudge was seriously reading a newspaper, and there was a thick stack of clippings next to him. Hearing the voice, he looked up and smiled warmly, "Felix Hepp, nice to meet you."

"Minister Fudge, this is not the first time we meet. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh, of course... When Dorothea wrote to me, I realized that I had missed an outstanding person." He patted his bulging belly, and the shiny copper buttons struggled to keep the dark red vest from popping open. "Professor of ancient magic runes, expert in Muggle research, and a hidden master of memory damage treatment. Look, I envy you a little."

Felix understood. It seemed that the news that he had cured the Longbottoms had finally reached the ears of the minister, and it was Ms. Dorothea Boham who told him.

"...Old Bernie in the Wizengamot office has submitted the proposal. Now he is waiting for the verification result from St. Mungo's. If there is no problem, the second-level badge is the most basic; the first-level badge is not without hope."

"It sounds good." Felix said slowly.

"I need to convince some people and use some connections..." Fudge said, his fat fingers intertwined, "I like exchanges."

"For example?" Felix asked curiously, he wanted to know what Fudge was planning.

"Dolores is in some trouble, I hope she can take over the position of deputy minister, but she is not qualified enough now, she needs an irrefutable achievement, such as catching Sirius Black, of course, under my leadership." Fudge said, fiddling with the quill in his hand.

Felix asked patiently: "I can't help you catch him, the Ministry of Magic has many Aurors and strikers."

"Actually, what I mean is that if you can convince Dumbledore to let Dolores bring some people to Hogwarts... Believe me, I am doing this for the students inside. Black is an extremely cruel criminal, he can do anything." Fudge said indignantly.

Felix looked at him deeply, "I'll consider it, Minister Fudge." He looked at the time, "The speech is about to start, I need a few minutes to prepare."

Fudge obviously didn't expect him to refuse outright, he was stunned, "I'll wait for your reply, I'll let Dolores find you."

"I may not have time in the near future," Felix said, "Perhaps, I can help you make an appointment with Dumbledore?" "

Or actually," Fudge said hesitantly, his voice a little embarrassed: "This is not necessary...Okay, I will go and talk to Dumbledore."

Felix came out of the room and shook his head. He was a little unsure whether Fudge really heard the news of his coming by chance and tried it by the way; or he had a plan in advance, but from the emotions sensed by Legilimency, Fudge would not give up so easily.

He couldn't help but think: This minister really trusts Dolores Umbridge, doesn't he know that this woman's popularity is quite bad? When Felix stood on the small podium in the reception room No. 3 and looked at the crowd below, he suddenly had an idea:

Maybe it was because of Umbridge's poor popularity that Fudge valued her so much. At least in the eyes of outsiders, it was not surprising that she did anything bad, and Fudge would not be blamed at all.

He thought of the relationship between ancient emperors and their ministers. How many of the things done by the ministers were instructed by the emperor himself?

Felix looked over the crowd and officially began his speech.

"Some of you may know me or have heard of my name, but there are still many people who don't know what I do. So far, I have written a total of three books related to Muggles, which can barely be considered an expert in this field." He raised his wand and let his name appear in the air.

Felix quickly skipped the self-introduction part and got into today's topic.

"I assume that you are here today purely out of interest, or because you are willing to accept some fresh insights for work..."

"From the audience list, you should be the group of people who are most closely connected with ordinary people. To a certain extent, I agree with you, that you are the eyes of wizards looking at the outside world."

"But how many people realize this?"

The crowd was a little agitated. Newt Scamander in the corner looked at the cracks in the wall, but his ears perked up.

A tall and well-proportioned wizard with sparse lip mustache said in a stiff and indifferent tone: "Why should we pay attention to some lower creatures?"

"What's your name, wizard?" Felix said calmly.

"You can call me McNeill." Grinning, "Mr. Hep, do you think there is something wrong with what I said?" Chesterton Avery beside him pulled his arm, but he still looked at Felix.

"Low-class creatures..." Felix chewed on the word, "You always have to give me a specific reason, Mr. McNeill. You just stated your emotions. You just let us know that you hate Muggles very, very much, but this is never a reason."

McNeill's expression changed, and he said viciously: "Stupidity, ignorance, powerlessness, chaos... do I need to say more?"

"Heh," Felix looked at the others, "Are there any other people who hold the same view? Let me see."

No one expressed support. On the contrary, some people were very dissatisfied with McNeill's speech. Most of them were half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards.

Felix waited quietly for a few seconds, leaving everyone time to think. The air was noisy, but there was no speech that could be heard clearly, just like listening to a tape with the sound washed out.

Felix said, "I will answer your question at the end of the speech, Mr. McNeill."

He waved his wand, and a sparkling silver light was sprinkled. Soon, the silver light spread throughout the No. 3 reception room like smoke. He flicked his fingers lightly, and the smoke disappeared instantly.

With the help of blank memory fragments, Felix can temporarily make the mind cabin appear in reality.

"Today I want to introduce some simple things, people who can't do magic, their clothing, food, housing, transportation..."

"The Statute of Secrecy signed in 1682 is a very interesting time node. Since then, our understanding of the outside world seems to have stagnated forever. Even though new blood has joined the wizard community every year since then, this situation has not changed much." Felix seemed to sigh. "

Let's get back to the topic. The colors and materials of medieval clothes are relatively monotonous. The colors are mainly black, white, gray, and brown; the materials are mainly linen, wool, and leather; the style is somewhat similar to close-fitting wizard robes. Some nobles or upper-class people at that time would also wear a cloak. Everyone, does it sound familiar?"

In the living room, illusory figures condensed from the air. Their faces were blurred, but the clothes on their bodies were particularly clear. A wizard couldn't help but reach out to touch them, but his fingers passed through the shadows.

"Over the next few hundred years, more elements were added, such as large capes, embroidery, and collages..." Felix said, while the corresponding clothing styles quickly condensed in the air. The complicated and exquisite clothes attracted the attention of many witches.

"From the 14th to the 17th century, people paid attention to the beauty of curves and reached a morbid state, such as bustles, corsets, and shoes more than ten inches high." Felix waved his wand, and the corresponding images appeared one by one. "Later, there were ribbons, lace collars, long-breasted coats, feather hats, and fluffy skirts..."

"We have to mention some small decorations, such as bows, flower decorations, lace, etc."

The discussion in the seats continued.

"In the 18th and 19th centuries, people generally advocated nature, simplicity, and decoration." Felix said as he transformed the clothes of this period. A large number of clothes close to modern aesthetics appeared, including petticoats, shawls, suits, and tailcoats...

"As for the later period, there are too many types. You can see for yourself." Felix curled his lips. He stretched out his hand and pushed, and hundreds of clothes with different styles appeared and flew towards the wizards below the stage. Many people subconsciously leaned back in shock. It was not until the images of these clothes passed through the reception room that they realized that all these were phantoms.

"It's so real." Someone said in admiration.

Felix continued: "I often see a phenomenon in the newspaper, that is, whenever a Muggle expert introduces something new, there will always be particularly stubborn people who refuse to admit it and think that these are all made up. Do people here think that what I just showed is made up?"

No one doubted that clothes were something that everyone could understand at a glance. Even the most ignorant people would not think that Felix himself had invented thousands of different costumes.

"Starting from the simplest clothes, we can get a lot of interesting conclusions, for example, they have been developing and creating new things..." Felix nodded lightly, without going into details. He changed the topic and asked a question: "Has anyone thought about how these clothes are made?" "

Hand-sewn?" Someone joked, "It's impossible to use magic, right?"

But no one laughed.

Except for Felix, he smiled and said: "My new book "Magic in the Muggle World" explains the answer to this question in detail. Those who are interested can take a look. If I were to talk about it, I might not be able to explain it clearly in three days and three nights. Let's continue."

The content of his speech was quietly speeding up: "The development of food" He waved his wand, and a large number of dishes from different periods appeared. The closer to the current time, the more exquisite and attractive they are;

"Residence" Various styles of buildings and home furnishings appeared one by one;

"And transportation" The means of transportation in the sky, sea and land appeared one after another.

With the previous content as a foundation, no one questioned the authenticity of his last three aspects, but most people entered a state of confusion because they received too much information at once.

After a few minutes, everyone gradually came back to their senses.

Felix asked another question, "Why am I talking about this, everyone?"

His eyes became extremely sharp, staring at everyone present. They subconsciously looked at Felix, trying to find an answer.

"Change, the only thing I want to tell you is change."

His eyes fell on McNeill. The wizard with sparse lip mustache didn't know what he was thinking. Felix said to him: "As for the question you just mentioned, Mr. McNeill, why do we need to look at the outside world?"

He walked over step by step and stood in front of the wizard

. "Because the world never stagnates because of a certain person or a certain group. If you don't notice this change, ignorance, powerlessness, chaos... these words can also be used on you. Do you understand now, Mr. McNeill?"

McNeill's face flushed, and for a moment, his expression became fierce. He suddenly pulled out his wand and tried to put it against Felix's neck.

"McNeill, stop it!" Walsh Cedric shouted across several people. He couldn't allow a fight to occur in this speech, especially if the young professor he invited was injured. This would become a scandal for the Ministry of Magic.

But McNeill's eyes were already red, and the tip of his wand was flashing with sparks. What angered him the most was that the man opposite him had a sarcastic smile on his face.

He even slowly stretched out his hand. Was he trying to take his wand away? Damn, what did he think he was doing, performing? When I followed the Dark Lord, he didn't even know where in the world he was.

McNeill decided to teach this overly young Muggle research expert a lesson. There were many people here who couldn't use the Unforgivable Curses or the Dark Magic, so how about a Exploding Curse?

He licked his lips subconsciously, but found that he couldn't move.

McNeill watched the man opposite him named "Felix Hep" lightly take away his wand, and heard his gentle voice say, "Look, even your most persuasive power is not worth mentioning in front of some people. Does that mean that according to your logic, I can despise you? Or, manipulate you at will?"

McNeill's heart was cold, as if he fell into an ice cave, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling. He had seen similar feelings from the Dark Lord decades ago.

Walsh Cedric had to stand up and whispered, "Mr. Hep, you can't..."

Felix smiled at him, "Mr. Cedric, this is also part of the speech, an example I carefully prepared. You see, I didn't even take out the wand. Mr. McNeill is cooperating with me."

McNeill suddenly found that he could move. Felix returned the wand to him, "Take your wand, this is your greatest pride."

McNeill was stunned. If the wand is pride, then what is the person who took the wand?

Felix returned to the small podium and prepared to end today's speech.

"Like I said, time keeps moving forward, and change follows closely behind. This is the general trend. Just like the waves coming, the best response is to ride the waves."

A young wizard raised his hand, just like in class, "But, Mr. Hep, what should we do?"

Felix felt a strong emotion in his heart. He wanted to speak out, talk a lot, and even pour his ideas directly into their heads, but he did nothing. He just said calmly: "This may be a problem that our generation needs to explore together."