Christmas arrived as planned.

The school was deserted and not crowded. Felix thought it was because the latest situation was published in the newspapers every day, which reminded the students from the side that there was a dark devil lurking outside the peaceful campus. So during Christmas, they were more and more eager to reunite with their families.

"It's not that bad," said Professor McGonagall. "During the last war, people always felt that they were in danger of losing their jobs, and they made decisions quickly."

"For example?"

"For example, getting married right after graduation, and young couples eloping abroad together... It's not uncommon." Professor McGonagall's tone was somewhat disapproving.

Two seats away, Astronomy Professor Sinistra was describing in detail a spectacular solar eclipse she had seen. Trelawney, who had been silent all the time, looked at her thoughtfully: "I used my celestial eye to see a strange shadow on Jupiter last summer, which may correspond to what is happening now... I really regret not issuing an early warning, but I caught a cold at the time..."

The hint in her words was too obvious, and the other people at the table saluted her.

Professor Sinistra asked with great interest, "Are you talking about the astronomical wonder of the comet hitting Jupiter? I observed it from beginning to end. It started with a big explosion, and then a huge dark dust cloud spread out, which lasted for several months."

Trelawney clutched the necklace with beads around her neck, "Hmm... We may not be talking about the same thing. You know... People with clairvoyance see things differently from normal people..."

Felix glanced at her sideways, then turned his head away resolutely.

"Okay." Professor Sinistra smacked his lips and buried his head in finishing the beef pie on the plate. Dumbledore also retracted his gaze and rejoined the conversation between Professor Burbage and Professor Sprout, "I can't wait to see the latest progress, Caridi. I have to say that this kind of research is very meaningful, and the key is that there is no risk..."

"Yes, Pomona helped me a lot." Professor Burbage said with a burp. Professor Sprout poured her a glass of wine with a smile.

"Where's Sirius?" Professor Flitwick looked around.

"He went home for the holidays with his godson," said Felix.

"You mean Potter... Oh, it's hard for me to associate him with the word 'father'. Maybe he left too deep an impression on me before... But I have to say that he is a qualified professor, much better than I expected." Professor Flitwick sniffed emotionally, so he didn't hear Snape's disdainful snort.

Felix thought about it. Whether it was the school performance he learned from the Fat Lady, or the more dazzling 'First Death Eater, the first escapee from Azkaban', they were more prominent than the title of Professor Black...

But Sirius is also very stable now.

The cold wind was howling, and the fire in the old Black house was burning.

Sirius, who was just praised by Felix in his heart for his steadiness, was now being scolded. Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her waist, and her short and stout figure burst out with great energy: "Leaving without saying goodbye! Disappearing without a trace! Do you know how worried we were? We thought you were captured by the You-Know-Who. It would be nice if this happened," she said angrily, "You brought Harry with you?"

Sirius leaned listlessly on the sofa, his right hand hanging down where Mrs. Weasley could not see, fiddling with a Muggle chess piece hidden in the cracks of the stone. Harry dared not breathe. Mrs. Weasley yelled for half an hour. Ginny, Ron, Lupin, and Tonks all appeared at the door, but no one had the courage to stop Mrs. Weasley who was still angry.

It was not until Mr. Weasley came back that she remembered that there was still beef stew in the pot and hurried to the kitchen.

"Please do something serious." She shouted to Ginny and Ron standing at the stairs. Sirius, who had a dejected expression just now, stopped what he was doing, pricked up his ears, and waited until the footsteps disappeared. He jumped up from the sofa and made a face downstairs. Ginny was stunned.

"Don't listen to her, Harry. A man must experience some adventures... Besides, I've been there beforehand." He winked at Harry and went upstairs.

Ron repeatedly confirmed that his mother had really left, and approached Harry to ask. "Where did you go?"

"To visit the graves." Harry whispered through his teeth.

Ron opened his mouth and finally patted Harry's shoulder silently, "Don't think about it. I'll show you something good. While you were away, Ginny asked Tonks about many Auror training projects. We think some of them can be used in the front-line lookout..."

Harry raised his head with interest. "I'll go over and take a look - before dinner, is it in Ginny's room?" He looked at the stairs, and Ginny disappeared without knowing when.

He took a few steps and found that Ron was looking at him strangely.

"I'm warning you... If you plan to do anything to Ginny, I will never allow you to--" he whispered, as if he had been thinking about this sentence in his mind for a long time.

Harry was dumbfounded, "How could--"

Their conversation was unexpectedly interrupted, and Mrs. Weasley poked her head out from the door, "It's time for dinner, children, go wash your hands. Where's Ginny?"

Harry and Ron shrank their necks at the same time, leaving the previous topic behind. "Didn't she go to see you?" Ron muttered.

"Each of them is a worry..." Mrs. Weasley's voice gradually faded away.

Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy sat at the exquisitely decorated dining table, a blazing fire was burning in the gorgeous golden fireplace, and he made the silver plates clink.

"Draco, watch your manners." Narcissa said, "If you've finished eating, you can go to the Christmas tree and take a look. While you were taking a nap, several elders brought gifts."

Draco licked his lips, sat up straight, looked at Lucius and said, "I, I have something to tell you."

"Is it about school?" Lucius slowly put down his fork, wiped his mouth, and then picked up the goblet slowly.

"No." Draco said with a short breath.

"What is it?" Mrs. Malfoy looked at her son in confusion. She had fair skin, but her cheekbones were slightly high, which made her look a little mean at first glance.

Draco did not answer his mother's question. He looked at Lucius and whispered, "Dad, I want to talk to you alone... a conversation between men."

Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other strangely. "So, you think you can take responsibility?" Lucius put down the wine glass, wiped his mouth with a white flannel again, leaned back on the chair, and stared at his son.

"Draco..." Narcissa's voice was filled with a clear warning.

"I think so." Draco said stubbornly.

"Very good, very good." Lucius said in a low voice, "Come with me." Draco jumped up from the chair quickly. "Bring your wand." Lucius said coldly. Draco's expression froze.

...

The next day, the weather was fine, and Felix came to Diagon Alley early.

"What are these...?" Lupin looked at him in surprise as he took out a roll of parchment.

"A plan, and some information about Squibs." Felix explained, "Some addresses may be very old, so it doesn't matter if you can't find them."

Lupin first unfolded the plan, his lips moved, reading the dark green handwriting, his expression gradually became serious, "The exclusive wand that allows Squibs to cast spells, the principle is magic frequency... Everyone is different?" "

That's right. The so-called magic frequency is actually a precise measurement of magic fluctuations. The magic power of each wizard is slightly different. This is our unique feature. In theory, you can accurately identify the wizard who casts the spell through the magic frequency..." "

In practice?" Lupin asked smartly.

"The actual situation is more complicated. If you have strong enough control over magic and deliberately conceal it... you can completely change the frequency of your magic." Felix said in an elusive tone: "But it must be admitted that this process is difficult... very difficult..."

Because of this, Felix can make a special wand. Because this wand can only recognize specific magic. If outsiders want to imitate it, it depends entirely on luck, and there will be no results even if they try tens of thousands of times.

Lupin looked at Felix and always felt that this smile was quite cunning. He lowered his head and continued to look through the plan. "Yesterday Sirius took Harry to Godric's Hollow." He said as he looked.

"Didn't get into trouble?" Felix said. The trouble he was talking about was Voldemort. Now no one knew where Voldemort was hiding.

"No, they went and came back quickly, and didn't stay for too long." Lupin smiled and said, "Although he was still scolded by Molly, I think this is a lesson he should have learned... There is no need to rush this plan?"

Felix nodded slightly, "Let's start with those who have settled in the wizarding world first, don't make too much of a fuss."

Lupin thought carefully for a while, "Felix, you don't have to focus entirely on the Squibs. Some wizards... their spellcasting ability is actually very poor."

"You mean-"

"We can advertise in newspapers, such as correspondence courses like "Quick Spells." Lupin showed a reminiscent expression: "I relied on this job to make a living for a while. It was really an easy life. I just had to write letters every day, and occasionally there would be guests. My teaching ability was also developed at that time... Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long."

The topic came to an abrupt end, and Felix estimated that the content behind it would not be too good.

Lupin took out a feather pen and tilted his head to ponder the advertising words. His serious look made Felix reluctant to interrupt. He strolled around Lupin's office, analyzing the positioning of the Squibs in his mind.

According to Felix's expectation, when everything is settled and the wizarding world is open, the two sides will inevitably enter into substantial exchanges. But this kind of exchange is definitely not completely open and unrestricted, and there will not be a situation where wizards are flying all over the sky.

At this time, someone needs to travel back and forth between the wizarding society and the Muggle society.

It is best to have a relationship with both sides to serve as a bridge of communication, but bridges are different from each other. In Felix's mind, young wizards from Muggle families - including pure bloods who are willing to embark on a new wizard ship - represent the backbone of the future magical world, but they basically have to stay in the magical world in the end.

They are unlikely to serve as a direct external window to show the magical world to the outside world. That is undoubtedly a waste.

But in the early stage of opening up, it is necessary to set up some "windows for communication between the two sides." The substitutes that Felix thought of were squibs and the relatives of young wizards from Muggle families. These people knew the existence of magic very early, and occasionally experienced the magic of magic in person. At least most of the parents of young wizards have accompanied their children to Diagon Alley to buy books.

It is not feasible to let them study magic, but many new professions will inevitably emerge in the new era, and many of them are very suitable for them.

Felix started to imagine: First of all, tour guides are necessary. They can guide wizards to science and technology museums, museums... or ordinary people can take a one-day tour to the magic world; in addition, there are writers of the new era who will use the perspective of ordinary people - or the perspective of squibs, the perspective of wizards' relatives - to describe the experiences of the magic world and unravel the mystery of magic.

The benefits are obvious: unfamiliarity is a hotbed for suspicion, and only understanding can eliminate barriers.

Of course, there are magic merchants. Magic potions, food, animated comics... These things always have to be managed by someone. It is really difficult for wizards to do business with pennies. They have calculated for their whole lives that 1 Galleon is equal to 17 Sickles, and 1 Sickle is equal to 29 Knuts. Felix estimates that quite a lot of wizards can't figure out the decimal system.

But if the parents of the little wizards have this intention, Felix will be happy to see it happen. He was very optimistic about the parents of Justin Finch-Fletch, whom he had met before...

The only thing Felix was worried about was the mentality of the Squibs. He could intuitively feel the contradictory mentality of desire and jealousy from Filch: for him, it didn't matter who ruled the wizarding world or how many people died in the wizard war. In fact, the more people died, the happier he was.

The only people Filch could remember were those who helped him, such as Ms. Oakley. Felix didn't even know if he was one of them. Filch

reflected the ideas of the marginalized group of Squibs, which was very representative. Of course, others probably wouldn't be as extreme as Filch.

In most cases, once the children of wizarding families were confirmed to be Squibs, they would be sent to Muggle schools early (Filch didn't go because of the war), and these people rarely had any disputes with the wizarding world when they grew up. Just like Mafalda's father - he married and had children like a normal person. If it weren't for his daughter being a wizard, he would have pretended that the wizarding world didn't exist at all for the rest of his life.

So Filch was an exception, and a relatively extreme one. After all, not all Squibs have the opportunity to see hundreds of students as soon as they open their eyes...

Felix

casually picked up a book "Werewolf Code of Conduct" from the desk. It can be seen that Lupin has been flipping through this book recently, and even the corners are worn out. He opened the book, and the pages were automatically fixed to a certain page in the middle - "No, Felix!" Lupin shouted in panic. He reached out to grab it, but because he was too strong , he knocked the book out of Felix's hand

. A photo fell from the tumbling book "Werewolf Code of Conduct" and fell to the ground. The woman with conspicuous pink short hair in the photo winked at him mischievously.

Felix was stunned for a moment. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see anything." He turned around and heard a grinding sound as expected. Fortunately, Lupin didn't rush over to bite him. After more than ten seconds, he turned around and Lupin had cleaned up the scene and sat on the chair panting.

"Don't tell anyone." After a while, Lupin buried his face in his hands and said hoarsely.

"I think Tonks is quite--"

"Don't tell anyone!" Lupin said hurriedly, his chest heaving violently.

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded silently. Everyone has a knot in their heart... After leaving the Sword Castle, Felix took out a voice transmission mirror and said to the person inside: "Hand over Greyback to me."

A disguised sharp voice came from the other side, "Oh... He is hiding very deep... And he may not be in the UK now..."

"Aren't you in the UK either?" Felix said lazily.

"I don't hang out with him! That guy may be hiding in a cave in a small country! There are a bunch of werewolves around him!" The man said angrily.

"Reconciliation requires sincerity, remember? You took the initiative to find me." Felix reminded.

There was a violent panting sound in the mirror, as if he was holding back his anger. Felix waited for a while and said calmly, "Give him to me. I don't care what you do. If you do it, our grudge will be written off. It's tiring to remember your name all the time, Mr. Shafik."