Ministry of Magic.

Felix pushed open the door of the telephone booth, watched it rise to the ground, and followed the crowd to the hall.

"Hello, Mr. Hep."

"Congratulations, Mr. Hep."

Felix nodded in response. After giving a speech at the Ministry of Magic, he had met many acquaintances. He walked to the reception room No. 3 with familiarity. There was only an old wizard in the room. He raised his head tremblingly: "Felix Hep?"

"Are you... Augustus Gray? I remember you, at the award ceremony in Belby."

The old wizard grinned, his teeth were all gone, "It's rare that I can meet such an outstanding young man before I retire."

"You are too kind, Mr. Gray." Felix said with a smile.

The two chatted. Augustus Gray had been working in the Wizengamot Office for seventy years, handling routine clerical work. He was still a reckless young man at that time, and then he was slowly promoted to the head of the office. He knew the Ministry of Magic very well and knew many interesting stories and gossips.

"...Bertha, that little girl, is innocent and loves to help others. She asked me if I needed a pair of crutches..."

Felix blinked, "Bertha Jorkins? I seem to have heard of this name."

A cheerful voice came from behind the two of them, "Ha~ What are you talking about?"

Felix turned around. This was a big wizard. It can be seen that he must have been tall and strong, but now he is starting to decline. His figure is more round, and it is difficult for people to associate him with the word burly.

His movements are big, and his arms are constantly waving as he speaks. His voice is full of emotion and very contagious.

"Hello, I'm Ludo Bagman, are you Felix Hepp? I heard from people in the ministry - Arthur, Arthur Weasley, I don't know if you know him, he was impressed by your last speech." Bagman shook his golden hair, leaned in and whispered: "Well done, I mean, I hate McNeill too, I really hate..." Felix said gently

: "Mr. Bagman, I just gave a normal speech-"

"Yes, yes," Bagman interrupted him impatiently, with a smile on his face: "Who said it wasn't, I was not in the ministry at the time, there was a fan gathering, these people were so enthusiastic... God, I love them, but, well, I knew what it was the first time I heard about it," he squinted, "I'm very familiar with some people from pure-blood families, because of my father's relationship... They told me a lot of things."

Felix smiled, "I'm very curious about what they said."

"Ahem, I can't tell you. I promised them, but," Bagman held it in for a while, and couldn't help it anymore. He pretended to be mysterious and said, "You are very famous in the pure-blood family. They are all in awe of you. I think, even more than Barty Crouch. By the way, Barty--"

He suddenly shouted in the distance. Felix looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements. His straight wizard robe was spotless, and even the corners of the robe had no wrinkles.

Crouch walked over, and he walked in a straight line. "Hello, Bagman," Crouch said politely, his short mustache was very neat, as if it had been trimmed with a ruler. "I've been looking for you for work."

"Let's put aside the damn work and come over to chat." Bagman said enthusiastically: "Let me introduce you, this is my new friend, Felix Hepp, the protagonist today, he is unique in the field of memory therapy!"

Crouch calmly extended his hand, "Hello, Mr. Hepp, it's an honor to meet you, but I don't have time, I have to meet the Bulgarian minister later."

"Hello, Mr. Crouch, if you have anything, you can leave at any time."

"That's right," Bagman said with a smile on his face, "Who made you the only one who can understand their winding and weird accents, you've worked so hard..."

"You have to come with me too, Bagman. There is a lot of work over there, and someone must keep an eye on it, otherwise there will be two hundred scattered sand, and the number of people is still increasing, and I can't do it in two places."

"I know," Bagman said awkwardly, but he quickly found a reason, "I'm busy too. You know, the communication in the United States is not smooth. They want to change the rules, but who am I? I will definitely not compromise--"

Crouch raised his eyebrows, "We promise not to disclose any details before the announcement."

"Oh, details!" Bagman waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "But the event takes place at Hogwarts. We still have to talk to them during the holidays-the details, you see, I bet Hap must know something."

He turned his head to look at Felix and said expectantly, "You must know that some things cannot be avoided. Dumbledore has held several meetings and rejected some interesting proposals."

"Are you talking about the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Three? Now it's the semi-finals, maybe more than that," Bagman said, "Old Fudge wants to bring more people in. Uagadou in Africa, if you ask me, I think his brain is broken."

"Bagman!" Mr. Crouch said sternly, "We should change the subject."

"Oh, er, okay." Bagman was a little overwhelmed, shrinking his shoulders. "I'll listen to you, then let's talk about today's protagonist, my good friend - Felix Hep."

He said with shining eyes: "The youngest recipient of St. Mungo's Medical Badge, that's not easy, I remember some old men, I mean, older therapists."

"... and the Order of Merlin, I don't know if it's the youngest one." He looked at Barty Crouch.

"My impression is Peter Pettigrew, he was only 21 when he died." Crouch said slowly, obviously, he didn't want to discuss this topic.

"Admirable, he is a hero." Bagman said flatteringly, but his tone was not so respectful. "But Mr. Hep is not bad either. He is only--" He glanced at Felix, and Felix said briefly: "23 years old."

"Yes, 23 years old, and he relied on his real ability. Memory damage, I am not familiar with this area, should it be the treatment of memory shortcomings? I think Bertha Jorkins needs to be taken a look. What she did is really a headache. She couldn't find a venue and wandered around for a week."

Barty Crouch didn't speak, and kept a straight face.

"What do you think, Barty? She should be in the ministry today. It's better to let her come..."

"She's not here." Crouch said stiffly.

"What?"

"She's not here. I approved her leave and let her go on vacation."

"Well, but she is mine, Barty..."

Mr. Barty Crouch suddenly lost his temper: "Then you should take responsibility and use the time you use to meet with fans to maintain the venue, instead of leaving everything to me."

Bagman's momentum immediately weakened, like a punctured balloon, "That's not what I meant. Well, you are right, it's good to let her relax, one more person won't make much difference..."

Crouch left in a hurry. Bagman felt a little uneasy. After a few unnatural chats, he also said goodbye and left, "I'd better talk to the Americans again. In fact, their ideas are not... not that outrageous."

More and more people poured into the reception room. Felix had to greet them one by one and say some meaningless nonsense. It took him a long time to get rid of Cornelius Fudge. Fudge didn't know if he had taken the wrong medicine. He kept introducing him to senior officials of the pure-blood faction of the Ministry of Magic. Fortunately, he saw some familiar faces.

"Filius, Minerva, Severus, and Damocles, have you all gotten together?"

"You will be very busy today," Damocles Belby said sympathetically, "We can just spend our time by ourselves. We have a lot to talk about after not seeing each other for so long."