Coming out of Filch's office, Felix was still thinking about what Lupin wanted to get back. He only knew that the item was related to his school days, and it was very likely to involve the secrets of Black or Peter Pettigrew.

Without Filch's subjective filter, he got two useful pieces of information: First, Lupin and his friends didn't care about the confiscation of the item back then - at least on the surface, they didn't care, but now Lupin was trying hard to get it back; second, the item had been lost, and because it was a long time ago, it was difficult to find out who took it away.

Many of the young wizards who violated the ban back then have already graduated.

Lacking key information, Felix could only write it down secretly for later use. He came all the way to Hagrid's hut, where Hagrid was clearing snow in the pumpkin field behind the house, and Fang was running around him happily.

A gray hippogriff was tied not far away. When it saw Felix approaching, it smacked its sharp beak like a blade, and its eyes followed his steps.

"Hagrid!" Felix called out from a distance and patted Buckbeak's sharp beak. It was already very familiar with Felix. It raised its head and snorted, then half-closed its eyes and enjoyed his touch.

The burly man straightened up and casually stuck the shovel into the ground. He strode over and said happily, "Felix, Mr. Scamander replied. He did it! The case has been sent back for retrial!"

Felix nodded, "This is also the reason why I came. I also received a reply, Hagrid, we need to do something now."

"Do what?" Hagrid stared at him and repeated in confusion.

"That's right," Felix replied in an affirmative tone, "Buckbeak's case was dismissed, and then it was reassigned. It might take ten days or half a month to go back and forth. We can't just sit there and wait..."

He looked at Hagrid's puzzled expression and sighed, "No assignment means it hasn't been determined yet. The situation is in our favor. If we can change it to paying a fine, this matter may be over early."

Hagrid came to his senses, "So... hearings, trials, these things are gone?"

"The premise is that we must actively participate in it." Felix said seriously, "My suggestion is to go to the Ministry of Magic and inquire about the progress of the incident. If possible, pay a fine. Even if not, you must argue on the nature of the case: this is not a tamed magical creature that suddenly lost control and injured people, but an accident caused by improper teaching operations."

He finally looked at Hagrid and said, "The initiative cannot fall into the hands of others. If the Ministry of Magic focuses not on whether Buckbeak is guilty, but on the severity of the crime, we will fall into an extremely passive situation."

"Then I'll go to the Ministry of Magic this afternoon!" Hagrid said excitedly. He looked at Buckbeak outside the window and said happily, "Did you hear that, Buckbeak? We see the light..."

With the arrival of February, Felix found that he was interacting with the outside world more and more frequently. He still understood Ms. Dorothea Boreham, Belby, and the Longbottoms, but gradually, some pen pals who relied on letters to communicate also wrote to him.

In the letters, they expressed their congratulations to him. Felix waited quietly. Within two days, three exquisite official letters were sent to him on the same day. One was from St. Mungo's Magical Medical Association. Although the name contained "St. Mungo", it actually had little to do with St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases. At most, it could be said that they were all established to commemorate the same person-Mungo Boreham.

St. Mungo's Magical Medical Association, like the Wizarding Court Wizengamot, is a circle of top healers, except that the members of this association are more closely connected, and it has its own academic journal "Bezoar and Dictamni".

In the official letter, it enthusiastically praised Felix's outstanding contribution to the magical medical cause. It emphasized two points: one was to ask Felix to name his treatment plan; the other was to award him the "St. Mungo's Medical Badge" and invite him to become a member of the Magical Medical Association.

As for the former, he really couldn't think of a good name, so he simply followed the conventional naming method and named it Hep Memory Treatment. As for the latter, Felix also gladly accepted it and replied with a thank-you letter.

The second official letter came from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases. The letter introduced the clinical application data of his treatment plan, which is currently effective and has a good effect on some stubborn memory damage. The current dean invited him to complete a magical portrait, which is "the honor of every pioneer".

Felix could hardly imagine what his portrait would look like when it was hung. However, thinking that each portrait was equivalent to an eye and ear, the slight discomfort in his heart disappeared immediately. He asked in the letter whether the portrait could be completed by him. St. Mungo's only needed to provide some dimensions.

The last official letter came from the Wizengamot Management Agency of the Ministry of Magic. The wording on it was serious, announcing that he had been nominated as a candidate for the Order of Merlin and requiring him to provide information according to the attached form for review and use by all Wizengamot members.

Felix did it one by one. This is the process that everyone who has won the Order of Merlin in the academic field must go through. Belby did the same last year.

His name began to appear frequently in newspapers. The Daily Prophet used large pages for three consecutive days to introduce his outstanding contributions, including his deeds in France. It was mentioned again and said that "this is a belated honor."

When dining in the hall, he always found that the little wizards of Hogwarts carried various clippings with them and whispered in the corner. In addition to the newspapers, it was also related to the fact that he had recently received various owl letters. Felix was determined to cast a shielding spell on himself, but this kind of thing could only be thought of.

One afternoon, Professor McGonagall brought a young witch with a strange expression. She introduced him as follows: "This is a reporter from Witch Weekly. She is going to interview you..."

After the regular interview, the reporter began to command him to pose in various positions. Felix felt like a puppet. After taking more than a dozen photos, he resolutely stopped this behavior. The

female reporter said with a look of disappointment: "We can take better-looking photos, Mr. Hep, you will be a strong contender for this year's 'Most Charming Smile Award'..."

Felix shuddered, "Sorry, I don't have this idea." He hurriedly ended the interview. While dining with Snape, he couldn't help but sighed: "I haven't had time to do research recently. Vanity Fair is also an arena~"

Snape sneered at his feelings.

It was not until early February that Felix finally calmed down. At this time, the ice and snow gradually melted, and the open space at the entrance of the castle was unknowingly full of vitality.

The little wizards took off their thick winter coats and cloaks, took off their scarves, and sat in groups of three or five by the lake on the south side of the castle, lazily basking in the sun while watching the giant squid swimming in the lake.

In this leisurely atmosphere, Valentine's Day arrived.