The next morning, it rained heavily, and lightning flashed across the dark sky from time to time.

Felix stood in front of the window, watching the heavy rain falling like layers of curtains, blurring the forbidden forest in the distance. In his right hand, he held a palm-sized colorless and transparent spherical vortex, in which a shrunken Dementor was spinning lightly.

After a while, he returned to the house, the vortex gradually dissipated, and his hand was slightly shining with silver light. He grabbed the Dementor directly.

After fiddling with it for a long time, he stuffed it into the ring.

...

In the classroom, the mood of the young wizards was affected by the weather, and they were obviously a little depressed, especially when Felix asked them to submit their homework. He saw from the window a group of students queuing up in the heavy rain to go to the greenhouse for the Herbology class. An unlucky student fell into the mud, but was immediately washed away by the rain.

"Okay, students," Felix looked at the fourth-year students in the audience, "I put the 227 ancient runes you need to master this school year into sentences, so your next task is very clear-" "

I need you to remember these 17 sentences."

Felix said uncertainly: "It shouldn't be difficult, at least it's easy for me. We will start from the first sentence, all the knowledge we have learned..."

At noon, Felix heard a lot of interesting stories while eating in the hall.

The Quidditch final is only a few days away, this Saturday, which is also the day he and Sirius agreed to meet, and the two favorites to win the championship, Slytherin and Gryffindor, are also in a state of conflict. In addition to seeing Wood loudly praising the superb performance of the Firebolt, you can often see a little girl standing on a big snake and walking by in a show of strength, and the little wizards passing by pay attention to her.

However, a few days later, several senior Ravenclaw students "accidentally" passed by the open space with an eagle with a wingspan of seven feet, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

The Hufflepuff wizards were relatively low-key, which might be related to their early withdrawal from the trophy competition this year - they lost miserably to the Ravenclaw team in a key match.

However, this did not affect the enthusiasm of the badgers. Within two days of the loss, their captain took the lead in supporting the Ravenclaw team and declared that they were in great shape and were a strong contender for the championship.

In addition, Harry's patronus, Felix burning the Dementors, and Minister of Magic Fudge's embarrassing departure from the school were the hottest topics. Picking any of them would lead to a discussion lasting several minutes. Felix saw a Hufflepuff student arguing with his companions whether Fudge would resign. He forgot to eat and had to rush to the Potions class with two pies.

'Severus has a very good nose. If he finds out...' Felix shook his head and secretly memorized the student's appearance, ready to see if he would be put in detention.

That afternoon, Dumbledore brought back Sirius's innocence certificate. "The wanted order has been withdrawn, but I don't think the Ministry of Magic will publicize its mistakes. Hokey's case has also been accepted by the Wizengamot. In addition, there is Buckbeak's verdict."

Felix glanced at the conclusion at the bottom of the document. "Accidental injury, fined 500 Galleons." He smiled slightly. "The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic is very high this time. It dragged on for a long time before."

Dumbledore blinked. "I told Fudge that you are Hagrid's defense lawyer... and he let you go immediately."

But then he said in a deep voice: "Based on my understanding of Fudge, this is only a temporary compromise. I don't want you to despise him because of his clumsy behavior in the past two days. His advantage is not in strength."

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded seriously. What happened yesterday, after all, he showed great strength, and he was in the right. Fudge couldn't get any good, so he compromised quickly.

But if you really think that he is frightened by his own strength and will use his strength to intimidate others from now on, that will easily lead to resentment and trouble.

If Fudge is really pushed to the edge, he will simply go all out and send out all the Aurors and strikers. Will he let Felix become a demon king and slaughter the wizarding world? Don't even think about it. Dumbledore would be the first to disagree.

So now that Fudge has released his goodwill, Felix has to appreciate it, even though he feels uncomfortable.

If what happened yesterday had any effect on him, it was that he was more eager to make some changes, not to change himself, but to change everything he saw. He was like a painter who saw the stains on the paper and had an impulse to turn the stains into a more gorgeous picture.

In the evening, there was an unfinished letter on the table. The beginning was like this -

'Dear Andes, I have seriously considered your previous suggestion and think that I should be more actively involved in it. I plan to set up a company -'

The letter stopped abruptly here. The traces of ink had already dried up, and even blurred due to the humid air outside, which was enough to show how long Felix had been thinking. "Let's wait a little longer and think it over carefully..."     Felix crumpled the parchment into a ball and flicked it out gently. The parchment turned into a flaming bird and rushed out of the window, turning into wisps of ashes. "I think you should do it when you think of it.

Anyway,     you can leave things to others." A voice said.     Felix raised his head and looked at a portrait on the wall. The originally blank frame was filled with the image of a young man with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a dragon skin cloak. It was Felix himself.     That was the portrait hanging in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He complained, "The dean hung me next to a talkative wizard from the Middle Ages. He would observe the flaws on everyone's face who passed by and try to give advice. I have beaten him three times, but unfortunately, persistence is written all over his mind. No, he has no brains..."     Felix looked at his portrait and a strange sense of absurdity surged in his heart: "I think you are quite talkative now."     "I have been holding it back for too long..." The man in the portrait spread his hands to him, "Hey, listen to me, I found an interesting fact."     "What is it?"     "I can sneak into Dumbledore's office. Remember the day he cured the Longbottoms? Dumbledore said that he had received a notice from Delis Delter, and I found her and persuaded her... She agreed to let me borrow her portrait, so I went to Dumbledore's headmaster's office and chatted with all the former headmasters, and of course, Dumbledore himself."     "What did you talk about with Dumbledore?"     "Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped, and you didn't tell me the most important secret." The person in the portrait rolled his eyes, and Felix regretted making his portrait so lively.     "...He asked me if I like sweets, and suggested that you draw a candy house for me. It's really interesting. Why did you forget to draw food? Even a bunch of grapes..."     Felix: "...Shut up."

The portrait made a zippered motion and was about to leave with a smile. He looked much more cheerful than Felix himself. "I still suggest you do whatever you want to do, don't think about it." His figure disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank photo frame for a long time, then spread out a piece of parchment again, thinking about writing a job advertisement, then rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to take the time to mail it to the Daily Prophet.

The next two days were dull, until Saturday morning, when Felix got ready and entered No. 12 Grimmauld Place through the fireplace.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time. He walked back and forth in the room anxiously. When he saw Felix, his eyes lit up.

"You're here at last!"

"This is your certificate of innocence, take it." Felix handed him the document from the Ministry of Magic.

Sirius took it and took a look, then lost interest and threw it on the sofa. "I'll call Kreacher, Kreacher!"

A house elf suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

"Is he going too?" Felix asked in surprise.

"He insisted--" Sirius shrugged.

Kreacher puffed out his chest proudly, "No one knows it better than I do."