The next day, it rained heavily in Hogwarts. The rain extinguished the morning mist in the Forbidden Forest, but it also made everything in sight gray.

Sniff huddled in the cradle covered with fine sponge and velvet cloth. Since yesterday, it knew that it would live in Hogwarts for a long time, it refused to get into the space inside the pocket watch. Instead, it took advantage of Felix's inattention to move its bed out and then hide the silver pocket watch. Felix held it upside down and sorted out its collection again, but he couldn't find where the pocket watch was.

Of course, he didn't look for it seriously. He couldn't keep it in his circle. He had no choice before because he was out.

But at some point, its collection was enriched with some silver forks, which should be the tableware of Beauxbatons; the crystal ball that emitted a bright light, Felix looked left and right, and then recognized it as the one in Nick's former residence. It was covered with dust when he first saw it, but now it has become clean.

When Felix looked at Valen, he exhaled carefully and rubbed the surface of the crystal ball with his little hands to make the clouds and lightning inside brighter. In addition, there were some miscellaneous new objects, probably collected when Felix was not paying attention, a constant temperature locket, a badger-shaped magic lamp, a tinderbox, a gray hourglass, and a gold necklace. Felix knew that he had modified it with gold Galleons. The reason was that he wanted to see how evil the goblins in Gringotts were and how much sand they mixed into the Galleons. As a result... he suddenly wanted to rob the goblins.

He remembered reading a book about ancient goblins, which described in detail the extravagant lives of the ten major goblin families. The details were vivid, as if the wizard who wrote the book had read it in a goblin cave.

In his description, each of these goblin families was comparable to the Malfoys of the magic world.

It was hard to say who the wizard who wrote the book had stronger malice towards, but Lucius Malfoy would definitely not want this metaphor to spread.

The Quidditch World Cup has been over for a week, and during this time, Lucius has not responded. Felix is ​​not in a hurry. These pure-blood families have to choose a good day to send invitations, let alone to be submissive and follow his lead from now on?

In addition, the Ministry of Magic has never given up the pursuit of the escaped hooded wizard under pressure from public opinion. It is estimated that this matter will be delayed for a while.

However, Felix only plans to wait until Christmas this year. If Lucius still does not respond by then, he will come to collect the debt.

At present, Sniff Valen has set his sights on a spare Ouroboros ring on the workbench, and he also sincerely likes the memory stone basin emitting a hazy silver light. However, Felix taught it a lesson last night.

The new lesson can be summarized as its small pocket is used to store its favorite things, and other things that are not so precious are placed in the office, which is also its home and treasure hiding place.

From then on, it knew a truth: the cunning Sniff had three holes...

and it was not allowed to steal other people's things, otherwise Felix would cast a spell to seal its little pocket and give away the treasure in front of it. If it behaved well, there would be extra rewards.

After many days of popular legal education and coercion and inducement, Sniff Valen raised three pink fingers and swore to the sky in the name of its two younger brothers.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning cut through the gray sky, illuminating the figure of Felix standing in front of the windowsill. Sniff Valen raised his head, twisted his body, climbed onto Felix's shoulder, and looked at the thick rain curtain outside with him.

They listened to the sound of heavy rain, and the subtle, blown rain mist hit their faces, which was cool.

Felix tilted his head slightly, pouted his lips and said, "Don't wear that necklace in the future, it's too ugly." Sniff also pouted his lips, and his dark eyes despised his aesthetics.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

By this time, the Hogwarts Express should have departed from King's Cross Station, spewing steam and heading for the Scottish Highlands.

Felix appeared in the headmaster's office, where Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were sitting on the sofa, discussing the reception work of the four magic schools during the tournament.

"...Madame Maxime and the students will live in a carriage and can be placed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The people from Durmstrang will come by boat and be placed nearby at the Black Lake..." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "But the other two schools are difficult to deal with. Although Vagadu doesn't mind living in the Forbidden Forest, they can turn themselves into small animals.

" "Minerva," Dumbledore supported his forehead with his hand, "Ilvermorny will use the portkey to cross the continent and disguise themselves as a tour group. They can be arranged next to the Quidditch field. As for Vagadu, they will not be here until later..."

"Later than the scheduled time?" Professor McGonagall asked, "How many days later?"

"That's the problem." Dumbledore said. He motioned for Felix to find a place to sit down, and said with some distress, "They plan to walk all the way here."

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise, "Albus, what are you talking about, they are in Africa!"

"Yes, I know. I've been there several times. I especially hope to try the job of a dream messenger," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Tell the little wizards in the dream that you have been accepted, and leave a notice."

"Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly.

"Oh, right... where were we talking about? The people of Ugadu regard this road as a test. They have always had this tradition, but it is unprecedented from Africa to Britain."

Professor McGonagall's expression became serious, "Albus, this shows that they attach great importance to this competition. I can almost imagine what kind of training these children have experienced on the road. Compared with them, our students can't even cast spells properly."

"Minerva, don't underestimate yourself." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I always think that our students are not bad. Right, Felix?"

Felix raised his head and smiled, and said, "Albus, I just came back from Beauxbatons. Their students have already known about the championship in advance and are using the summer vacation for special training."

"Uh..." Dumbledore was speechless. He looked at Professor McGonagall. Sure enough, she said angrily, "Look, Dumbledore! Other schools are preparing, what about us? They spend the summer vacation happily. The students don't even know that their Quidditch game this year has been cancelled."

"Minerva..."

"...I told you about this a long time ago, but you were nowhere to be found. You are just a hands-off boss." Professor McGonagall's chest kept rising and falling. She was obviously very angry. She felt very upset when she thought that the students of Hogwarts would be hung up and beaten.

Felix, who was watching the fun, turned his head away guiltily. He thought of Lupin. He also handed a lot of things to him.

'Is Remus in the same mood as Minerva? '

"Minerva," Dumbledore had to comfort the deputy headmaster, "I have made arrangements. Felix came here today just for this matter."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall showed a skeptical expression.

"Of course," Felix nodded, "I suggested to the headmaster during the holidays that some spells should be included in the category of required skills, and Albus said he needed to consider it again. Should he agree now?"

"Not this matter," Dumbledore said helplessly.

"But I think this proposal is very good," McGonagall said, she looked at Felix, "I have always thought that the young wizards are too lazy, Felix, we can discuss it and finalize this matter when we have time."

Dumbledore interrupted their conversation, he said bluntly: "I plan to let the Dueling Club take on more functions, it will become a special elective course, the professor will not be fixed, it can be rotated. And Felix, you have to spare more time to conduct special training for the warriors."

"Why me?" Felix asked curiously.

"Your advantages are unique. Those magical teaching aids..." Dumbledore blinked, "They are of great help to warriors. Didn't you ask me to give you some advice? I think that memory stone basin is far from playing its due role. It has surpassed the Pensieve."

Felix pondered the headmaster's words, "You mean..."

"I can provide a memory of myself when I was seventeen." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "including my own combat wisdom."

Felix was shocked. The memory of a wizard is the most precious asset. Many people are very secretive about it. Although he knew that Dumbledore would definitely eliminate irrelevant memories and even prevent others from snooping in advance, this trust came too suddenly.

Seeing Felix staring at him blankly, Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Am I an old antique in your eyes, still living in the last century?"

Felix regained his composure, "It's just a little unexpected, Principal Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall was very interested in their conversation. After knowing the function of the Mindstone Basin, she immediately decided to join in. "We can also find other professors."

"No, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head firmly and said in a deep voice: "Don't disturb other professors. We can't force them to make a decision, or even mention it."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but Dumbledore's attitude was very firm, so she didn't object. "Well, I'll go and decorate the auditorium with Filius." She said and walked out of the office.

"Principal, what prompted this decision? To be honest, I was just shocked." When there were only two people left in the principal's office, Felix said jokingly.

"Because Dumbledore received a letter from..." The sorting hat on the partition suddenly cracked a gap and spoke loudly.

But Dumbledore cast a solemn gaze at it, and it immediately shut up and hummed the song of the Sorting Hat prepared for this year.

"Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,

beautiful Ravenclaw, from the tranquil river,

kind Hufflepuff, from the open valley, shrewd

Slytherin, from the quagmire.

They share a dream, a wish; a dream, a wish... They share a dream, a wish..."

The Sorting Hat seemed to have not yet finished the lyrics, or was in the final rehearsal, repeating the last sentence over and over again, but the song was really bad. Felix listened to it for seven years when he was in school, and listened to it for two years after graduation. He was a little tired of it. If only it could shut up and let him study it.

Dumbledore ignored the Sorting Hat, but raised the volume. He explained: "Remember the Christmas gift you gave me in your first year of employment, "99 Inventions That Changed the World"? I gave it to a friend, and we talked about the content in it, and mentioned you by the way."