The next day, the day after the wizarding world was exposed, the Ministry of Magic.

Felix, Amelia Bones and Sirius walked into a small meeting room. They had just finished a meeting with senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and turned around to come here. The meeting room was filled with former members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Where is Kingsley?" Hestia Jones, who had black hair and rosy cheeks, asked lively.

"He was ordered to protect the safety of the Prime Minister." Ms. Bones said, "We can't guarantee that Grindelwald or the Saints will take the opportunity to cause trouble. His role in the next period of time will be very critical."

"Ah, Kingsley is the Prime Minister's secretary again?" Hestia Jones said in surprise. Her words were justified. When Voldemort was coming, the Ministry of Magic was worried that the Muggle Prime Minister would be under the Imperius Curse (especially after the Prime Minister's assistant at the time had been under the Imperius Curse, which was not successful). Kingsley was sent to perform this task. Without knowing it, the Prime Minister was very satisfied that his work efficiency was comparable to that of two people.

Of course, the Prime Minister himself was very surprised when he learned the truth.

"So the Muggle Prime Minister is on our side?" Moody asked in a gruff voice.

Ms. Bones said cautiously: "He promised to try his best to strive for a peaceful outcome, but we can't take it lightly. He can't control the situation alone. Ladies and gentlemen, it's easy to start a war, any fool can do it, but peace is hard-won and requires hard planning."

"Well said." Sirius clapped his hands twice.

Felix was thinking about something else. No one knew where Grindelwald was at the moment. Everyone, mainly Abaginder and a group of magic ministers, including Bones, believed that Grindelwald was hiding in the dark, waiting for the situation to become chaotic, so that he could take the opportunity to make a call and seize power in the wizarding world.

Felix didn't see Grindelwald either, but he met Rosier, who once again used the alias Nicole Noel, in Hogsmeade. Vita Rosier refused to reveal Grindelwald's whereabouts, or maybe she didn't even know it herself.

As the second-in-command of the Saints, she has two missions: one is to serve as a transit station for the Saints members and collect intelligence from all directions; the other is to teach Felix how to disguise himself as Grindelwald without any flaws.

"Since you have temporarily joined the Ministry of Magic," Ms. Bones looked around, "I won't be too polite. I really need manpower now

- the first thing is the Pan-Magic Alliance. Felix agreed to let the "Future World" company cooperate, and Lupin will be in charge."

Lupin nodded, took a deep breath and said firmly, "Leave it to me."

"Bill will follow you, he knows a lot about goblins." Ms. Bones continued, and Bill in his seat said seriously: "And Fleur,

she has wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix for a long time." "Okay, you can arrange it yourself. The second thing is the mission outside. Before the negotiation results come out, the Ministry of Magic will adopt a contraction strategy. Ordinary people will try to stay at home. The Ministry of Magic will send special personnel to check the defense measures of each family-" "

Do we have to do this too? It's a bit of a waste of talent." Mundungus asked with a sleepy look.

"No need." Ms. Bones said with a straight face, "You are responsible for another task, which is to supervise, patrol and warn various gray areas in the country. I require that all smuggling, theft and black market transactions hidden in the dark be suspended. Of course, you just need to lead the way. This should not be difficult for you, right?"

"This, this..." Mundungus woke up and said with a bitter face, "You can't ruin my job."

"Is your job smuggling, theft and black market transactions?" Moody yelled at him.

Mundungus shrank away from his sight and muttered in a low voice with his head down, "What do I do? You know how many times you caught me before you retired? This is over. Even if the ban is lifted, no one will be willing to do business with me anymore."

"A second-class Merlin medal." Ms. Bones said stiffly.

Mundungus' eyes lit up. He didn't get anything during the last war. There was no way. His contributions were too few, and the few contributions he had could not be put on the table. Unlike the other people present, they basically received rewards after the war.

"If that's the case..." His attitude softened, and he looked quite interested. Sirius chuckled, and Bones glared at him, "You continue to be my secretary."

"I refuse," Sirius said carelessly, "I need to go out on a business trip."

Ms. Bones ignored him, "The third thing, I need some people to go abroad to find out about the outside world, including the ideas of the local wizarding people,

the attitude of the non-magical world towards wizards, and so on."

"Are you worried that the conflict will come from abroad?" Lupin asked smartly.

"That's right. Our representatives stationed in the Federation are constantly sending back news," Ms. Bones said solemnly, "but unfortunately,

as far as I know, most of them have adopted a conservative strategy." As she spoke, she glanced at Felix. If she had not suffered a series of ideological shocks before, and had been mentally prepared for the exposure crisis of the wizarding world, she would probably make the same choice as those ministers of magic now - actively shrink, and then leave it to fate.

'The term 'let it all be' may be a bit exaggerated, but apart from them, no other Ministry of Magic actively embraces change. The most radical thing they did was to take out the proposal she had submitted before, and then hold a meeting to discuss it. It will probably take two or three months before the result comes out.

"The living environment of wizards in each region is different." Ms. Bones explained: "The relationship between American wizards and local governments is not harmonious, and the two sides lack a basis for mutual trust; the situation in Africa is more complicated because of differences in language and customs. There are many wizarding autonomous organizations whose functions are comparable to the Ministry of Magic, but are actually much smaller in scale. Don't expect them to reach a consensus in the short term."

After finishing the business, Ms. Bones relaxed, and everyone talked in twos and threes.

"Where are Harry and the others?" Lupin asked Felix, "When I came here, I saw you taking them into a conference room."

"Yeah," Sirius straightened up, his eyes rolling, "Why not assign Harry to me and we go on missions together. This kid is not much weaker than me in combat, except for his lack of experience."

Felix glanced at him. Harry's current strength has completely surpassed Sirius. Sirius is simply flattering himself.

He said slowly: "Don't think about it. They have a lot of homework to do."

"Homework?" Sirius widened his eyes, as if confused.

"Yes, they are responsible for breaking the barrier between wizards and non-wizards." Felix said. He exchanged glances with Ms. Bones and recalled the conversation that took place last night in the apartment rented by Rita Skeeter.

After a close encounter with the tornado in front of the Parliament Building, Rita Skeeter asked for half a day off on the grounds of being frightened. The Sun opened the door and was very tolerant of the world's first reporter who publicly interviewed a wizard (even if she was not, she would be made to be). They believed that this was a historic event comparable to the third kind of contact, and prepared to create a series of hot news around her.

However, in fact, Rita Skeeter was indeed frightened, but not "hit by a wizard's spell" as her superiors believed, but the wizarding world was completely exposed. She was terrified and asked for a long time before she could barely understand what happened.

"You have to stay, Rita." After hearing about her bizarre experience, Felix said happily: "You will have a lot of opportunities to access confidential information in the future, which is not written on paper. You have a keen insight into people's hearts and know what they want. I hope you will continue to use your talents to dig out their true thoughts from the mouths of people from all walks of life. Also, in the subsequent reports involving wizards, be impartial and take a neutral attitude."

"I can't influence the decision-making of the top management." Rita Skeeter's expression was half expectation and half ugliness. She scratched her chin with her long nails and said cunningly: "Unless - well, you allow me to use magic."

"We won't do that." Ms. Bones said sternly.

Rita Skeeter rolled her eyes and turned to look at Felix. Felix said carefully: "Using magic to change people's minds has too many hidden dangers. This is not an isolated incident. In modern society, people have established various connections with each other. A person's sudden change of attitude will arouse suspicion, especially at this time. We would rather cause some trouble. The situation is not yet urgent."

"What if the situation is urgent and there is no time to lose?" Rita Skeeter asked.

"You have to think about one question clearly, who holds the power?" Felix gave her a meaningful look, "Do your job well, and you will become a legend among reporters."

Rita Skeeter fell into deep thought. She did not feel angry. She knew what she wanted.

"How do you plan to influence the attitude of the newspaper's top management?" Skeeter asked shrewdly, "I have to know this so that I can cooperate with you, right?"

"You have gained some fame in the anti-gun series of reports, so make good use of it. And that Ilvermorny wizard who froze you with the petrifying spell,

I know you want to curse him to death, but he actually created an excellent condition for you, so put aside your resentment for the time being... Well, our original plan was to send some basic information to the newspaper. Understanding is the first step to eliminate vigilance, but I suddenly had a better idea. I have some enthusiastic students who are happy to help."

"Well, I'll see..." Rita Skeeter smacked her lips in dissatisfaction and asked, "What about my safety?

" "The Ministry of Magic will send Aurors to provide protection." Ms. Bones said.

"This is worse than I thought. I thought I would at most make tea, run errands, or write a bunch of inexplicable reports like Percy," Ron couldn't help complaining, "but who can tell me why we have to write papers in the Ministry of Magic?

"Ron, what we are doing is of great significance!" Hermione said seriously. Harry

did not speak. He stared listlessly at the parchment in front of him, without moving a single word. He had seen the experiences of thousands of wizards in the Pensieve, but none of them could help - none of them had the skills to submit articles to Muggle newspapers.

He, Ron, Sirius and others stayed at school overnight last night. Hermione was taken home by the professor, but they did not expect to meet again in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic early this morning. The professor did not let them do odd jobs, but led them to an empty meeting room, took out a quill and ink bottle and asked them to write a letter. The content was probably to introduce their lives as students at Hogwarts. Professor Hepp warned them not to reveal their names, addresses and any confidential information.

Harry looked around. At first, there were only three of them, but not long after Professor Hepp went out, he brought back some people one after another, all of whom were his classmates at school.

These students can be roughly divided into two camps. The first category was related to the Order of the Phoenix, such as Neville and Ginny, and of course he, Ron, and Hermione; the second category was the families of civil servants of the Ministry of Magic, Susan Bones, Ernie Macmillan, Cormac McLaggen, Zacharias Smith (Harry and Ron hated him), Draco Malfoy, and Cho Chang, who brought her friend. Harry couldn't remember the girl's name, but it seemed to be Mary or something.

However - Harry turned his head and stared at Luna's fluffy light yellow hair, wondering why she would appear here. Maybe it was because Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, had a cooperative relationship with Professor Hepp? He knew that the magazine "Who Decides the Ancient Runes" was printed together with the Quibbler. When he was reading an article one time, he found that there was an extra page of content from the Quibbler attached. Ron collected that issue of the magazine.

Luna looked at Harry with her light eyes.

"Dad and I stayed at Hogsmeade last night, and he wanted to personally thank Professor Happ."

"Oh," Harry blinked, "I heard that the rooms at the Three Broomsticks were full?" He actually wanted to ask why he thanked Professor Happ, but he suddenly remembered that the professor had lent Luna the Resurrection Stone, and he suddenly realized it, so he changed the subject. "

Yes, so we stayed at the Hog's Head Inn," Luna said happily. "Luckily, when we asked there was only one room left. Even more fortunately, when Dad got up to go to the bathroom at night, he happened to see Felix from the window. They chatted for a while, and the professor mentioned that he needed a few students to help, so I came here."

"Luckily enough." Harry said, he knew how bad the environment of the Hog's Head Inn was. But he couldn't help but wonder in his heart that the professor's purpose of appearing in Hogsmeade was to meet someone?

"Is Aberforth okay?" Hermione interrupted.

"He may have never seen so many guests in his life. I don't know if it's a good thing for him." Ron said with a frown.

He is fine," Luna said seriously, "but he is going to sell the bar.

"What's going on?" Harry looked surprised.

Luna shook her head slowly, "He didn't say it. I think he has something more important in mind."

Harry put his attention back on the parchment. He looked to both sides. Hermione had already written one-third of the parchment, and it was obvious that she was writing very seriously, biting her lip and thinking constantly. Ron had only written two lines. Harry stared at the freckles on his nose for inspiration, and found that Ron showed a pleasant expression, and then seemed to have a lot of ideas, lowered his head and wrote quickly.

Harry couldn't help but move closer with curiosity.

The first sentence is "I have a friend." Harry was stunned and continued to read, "He was abused by those Muggle relatives since he was a child. Oh, Muggle means non-magical people. He lacked clothes and food. Once he was locked up by his uncle and almost starved to death. Fortunately, I noticed something unusual and drove a flying car to rescue him. Don't make a fuss. Although we had just finished the first grade at that time, it was not the first time we took risks...

" "Ron." Harry couldn't help but protest.

"What's wrong? I didn't mention your name." Ron said with a smile.

Harry sat back and sulked alone, thinking whether he should also write an article about "My Muggle Uncle, Aunt, Cousin and Family". If he and Ron were both selected, they could just testify against each other, but he didn't want to give Ron an advantage. After thinking about it, he also started with "I have a friend".

I have a friend whose whole family is wizards. This friend's parents have seven children, so they are not well off (much better now). Of course, this is not important, because they are the friendliest people I have ever met, especially compared to my relatives.

Harry paused, but still couldn't help but secretly mention the Dursleys. He felt a little stingy. "I met this friend on the train. His two twin brothers helped me carry my suitcases. He was the first person of my age I met in the wizarding world." When he wrote this, Harry realized that something was wrong. The first person of his age he really talked to in the wizarding world was actually Draco Malfoy, so he crossed out this sentence and changed it to "He was the first person of my age I met on the train and the first friend I made in the wizarding world, but I soon made a second and third friend!"

There is an elective course in school called Muggle Studies. The textbook is very old and out of date, but another friend of mine (she is also from a Muggle family, so she knows this knowledge very well) said that it is fascinating to look at these things from the perspective of wizards. I have read her paper:

Why do Muggles need electricity? My first friend also read it and asked a lot of questions, although he did not choose this course. I think this is a pity...

Near noon, Felix came over and read a dozen letters one by one.

"McLaggen, there's no need to mention your father's connections in the Ministry of Magic over and over in your letter;"

"Smith, your sense of superiority is too strong in your writing. I'm not sure if its readers will want to hit someone after reading it."

"Luna, your observation perspective is unique and the details are detailed, but you mentioned several unconfirmed magical animals. Never mind, it fits your style."

"Well, Granger - yours is not very good. It's too rigorous. You analyze the similarities and differences between Muggles and wizards from the perspectives of both sides. It sounds like it was written by an expert in this field. What I want is something written by a teenager of sixteen or seventeen, but you can submit it to the Daily Prophet."

"Ms. Bones, your 'Aunt the Minister of Magic' perspective is very interesting. You might as well write more. You can decide the scale yourself."

"Weasley, you confessed to your illegal and disorderly behavior, especially those psychological descriptions are quite wonderful. It can be seen that you are the mastermind

- no need to change, it's quite interesting, but I suggest you cross out the paragraph about suspecting that I am the heir of the Chamber of Secrets.

" "Potter, I'm not sure - well, how did you know that Mr. Weasley snores when he sleeps? Oh, Ron told you, it turns out that there are so many good things hidden in Arthur's garage - did Molly know? "

Felix supervised them to revise it, and finally tailored a very targeted beginning, and then picked out a few of them and handed them to an Auror.

"Send it to the Sun's station.

In

the afternoon, the press conference was held as scheduled in the meeting room of the Ministry of Magic, and countless wizard families waited in front of the magic radio. Felix's calm and confident voice spread to thousands of households:

"... We are forced to be involved in an unprecedented torrent of the times, and everyone is in it. I hope that when we look back on this history in a few years, each of us can point to the world behind us and proudly say to the younger generation that it is the era we created.

At the same time, the front desk of the Sun also received several letters from enthusiastic little wizards.