On the flat snake head of the basilisk, a large hole penetrated its skull and upper jaw, and only two dark holes were left for its eyes.

From time to time, there were a few exclamations of fear from the crowd.

These wizards were only in the first and second grades, and the oldest were in the sixth and seventh grades, but they couldn't help swallowing their saliva when facing the dead basilisk.

One of the little wizards asked everyone's question: "Potter and his team fought this behemoth? How did they do it?"

No one answered his question.

A Slytherin student couldn't help but want to get closer. He stretched out his hand, but an invisible barrier bounced him away.

"Dumbledore said so, Flint." A sharp voice appeared, and everyone made way for Professor Flitwick.

He was very short, but the little wizards at Hogwarts respected him very much because he was always passionate when teaching, and he treated the little wizards of the four colleges equally.

He came to the front and walked around the basilisk. "It's a rare magical creature. I think Hagrid will like it."

...

After the class, Felix thought about it and decided to go to the courtyard.

Dumbledore said at the dinner last night that Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge would come today. He planned to observe this person up close.

Rumor has it that he is Dumbledore's yes-man and has no opinion of his own. But Felix doesn't think so. A person who plays politics will be more unprincipled than the best licker when he is in a weak position.

He walked down the stairs and prepared to cross the hall.

At this moment, there was a noise from a distance, and seven or eight people came towards him.

"Minister Fudge, please come this way." Professor McGonagall walked in front.

Behind her was a sturdy little middle-aged man. He was short, fat, and solid, with messy gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

His clothes were a strange hodgepodge: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cape, and purple pointed boots. He also had a dark green hat tucked under his arm.

Felix recognized him at once. He was Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic. Following him was a tall man dressed like an Auror, who seemed to be Fudge's subordinate. Behind him

was a middle-aged man with platinum blond hair. He was wrapped tightly in a long black traveling cloak. His face had a cold and indifferent expression that kept people at a distance. In his hand, he was holding a wand that looked like a cane.

Felix looked at his iconic hair color and had some guesses in his mind. Perhaps he was from the famous pure-blood family - the Malfoys?

Behind the Malfoys was a woman, and Felix happened to have dealt with her before, Rita Skeeter. With thick makeup on her face, she was enthusiastically instructing her two assistants, "Seize the opportunity, the opportunity! Do you understand? Take more photos."

The two young men holding magic cameras agreed timidly.

Felix couldn't help laughing. It seemed that this newspaper celebrity had a good psychological quality.

Rita Skeeter was carrying a shoulder bag in her hand. After walking through the hall, her eyes began to search around carefully.

As a result, she happened to meet Felix's sight. Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her steps became hesitant and hesitant.

Following behind her was Dumbledore, who was walking slowly at the end. He was the tallest among the crowd. At this moment, his deep blue eyes were watching everything.

Professor McGonagall saw Felix in front of her, and she stopped, "Oh, Felix. Let me introduce you, this is Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic." Then, she snorted softly and said reluctantly, "These two are Lucius Malfoy and Rita Skeeter."

Fudge was enthusiastic enough. He walked forward quickly and stretched out his hands, "Felix Happ, I have heard of your name for a long time. I have heard your name mentioned by the French Minister of Magic more than once."

Felix pulled his hands away without leaving a trace, "Just wrote a few books." He stared at Fudge's eyes the whole time, and he didn't see much enthusiasm in those eyes.

He looked at Rita Skeeter again and said softly, "Rita."

The woman with exaggerated curly hair greeted awkwardly, "Hello, Mr. Happ." She didn't know whether she should pretend not to know him. If she exposed this person's secret, would she get into trouble.

But if Felix was not mistaken, at this moment, Fudge and Malfoy's eyes changed at the same time.

Really sharp... Should I say he is worthy of being a figure in Vanity Fair?

Felix nodded at Malfoy. The two did not have much in common.

But Lucius Malfoy looked at him quietly with his gray eyes for two seconds, then pulled out a reserved smile and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, Mr. Happ."

Felix was surprised, and he also stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Malfoy."

After a brief greeting, Professor McGonagall continued to lead the way in front. Felix had quietly walked to the end of the team and walked side by side with Dumbledore.

The two followed the team from a distance and talked to each other in a low voice.

"Felix, it is wrong to abuse Legilimency." Dumbledore blinked, "It will make you lose a lot of fun, and it will make you more likely to get tired of the world."

"Is this your experience?"

"Everyone has a young time." Dumbledore did not answer directly, but Felix had understood the underlying meaning-young people are always prone to making mistakes.

So he said, "I am very young now, Headmaster Dumbledore. Besides, I just sensed his true emotions a little bit, which will help to understand each other better, right?"

Dumbledore did not insist on this topic. He asked with interest, "What did you sense?"

"Are you interested in the Minister of Magic's thoughts?" Felix asked back.

"No, Felix, I don't need Legilimency to see through him at all. This may be the only thing I can master without actively learning after living for a hundred years."

Felix was a little surprised. Shouldn't Dumbledore say this to him? When did their relationship become so close?

Then the two of them were silent.

When they walked to the courtyard, Professor McGonagall had already led Fudge and others to stand in front of the basilisk. Neither Felix nor Dumbledore squeezed forward, and stood on the periphery of the crowd.

Hagrid stood awkwardly in the corner. Felix listened to the little wizards' discussion and figured out what was going on.

Hagrid had just been begging Professor Flitwick to remove the magic around the basilisk. He wanted to feel the charm of the creature up close...

Is this how all wizards who study magical animals think?

So, how many seconds does it take for Professor Kettleburn to arrive at the battlefield? Felix thought to himself.