A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

He passed the Beating Willow and walked briskly to Hagrid's hut. "Tooth!" The black hound wagged its tail excitedly and barked happily at him.

Hagrid pushed open the door, his large hand gripping the doorframe, red sauce sticking out of his mouth. "Felix? Uh, I'm eating... Please come in, it's a bit messy inside..."

He hurriedly wiped his mouth, his face turning red.

……

In the evening, in his office, a blank photograph on his desk flickered. Felix looked at the old man who had suddenly appeared in the photograph and greeted him softly, "Hello, Mr. Nicolas Lemaître."

……

late July.

Felix looked at himself in the mirror. Underneath his blue casual suit was a light-colored plaid vest, and over that, a dark double-breasted trench coat, loosely open.

He gently touched his chest, and his trench coat shimmered with a magical glow.

"The trench coat made of dragon skin mixed with snake skin is very comfortable to wear, and the snakeskin vest is also quite nice." Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his fine, dark hair and complementing the sheen of his clothes.

end of July.

Felix flipped through the data on the young wizards' learning of magic, trying to draw some useful conclusions.

"Knock knock!"

Professor McGonagall sent over the course selection list, and when he saw the densely packed names on it, he froze on the spot.

"Minerva, has something gone wrong?"

Professor McGonagall chuckled and slapped the list into his hand. "You should be happy, Felix, the students like you."

One day in August.

Felix excitedly counted the magical symbols in the Mind Chamber three times before finally determining an accurate number.

"One thousand three hundred."

In just one year, he used Hogwarts’ vast library to increase the number of ancient runes by nearly a thousand, and this rate of progress will only accelerate in the foreseeable future.

As he mastered more and more magical runes, his understanding of ancient magic was no longer just a novice; often, he would have a sudden flash of inspiration.

The most obvious example is the tremendous progress he made in studying the incomplete ancient magic given to him by Flitwick. Hagrid can attest to that—

Under Hagrid's dumbfounded gaze, the branches of a wand tree shook violently, rapidly shrinking from a height of seventeen or eighteen meters to ten meters, seven meters, three meters... leaving behind a brown crater in its place, and hundreds of Bowtruckles fell to the ground, baring their teeth at the two of them.

Without a hero to lead the charge, the little guys hopped up the nearby wand tree, gesturing and complaining.

"Where's the tree? Where's such a big tree?" Hagrid stretched out his hand and drew the shape of a tree in the air.

Felix reached out, “Wand Tree, come here!” A small sapling, about a foot tall, flew out of the ugly pit and he caught it in his hand.

Hagrid took it; it was smaller than the palm of his hand. "This...this is the tree from before?"

“Yes, one of my spells has improved, and I can do some things that I couldn’t do before.” Felix was quite satisfied with the effect of the spell.

The wand tree possesses magical power, but it still cannot withstand his magic.

'Felius will be quite surprised at our next exchange.'

Hagrid looked at him, then at the sapling in his hand, speechless. After a long while, a strange idea suddenly popped into his head, "Felix, if you use this magic on Luwei, will it shrink too? Can I keep it in the yard?"

"Ahem!" Felix coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Hagrid, this magic hasn't been tested on magical animals yet, so we don't know how effective it will be, especially with a large magical creature like Cerberus. What if something goes wrong..." He didn't finish his sentence, but he was worried that the magic would have irreversible consequences.

Hagrid said with some regret, "Is it not possible? Luwei has always been all alone. I was thinking of giving it company with Tooth."

"There will be opportunities in the future, Hagrid. Let me refine it for a while longer."

Hagrid said with interest, "Do you need my help? I can provide some less important magical creatures, such as Billywig Bugs, Shapeshifting Lizards, Spiky Creepers, Flobber Slime, Grindylows, etc., which should be of use to you?"

Felix's eyes lit up.

“That’s wonderful. I think what this magic needs most right now is practical data.”

"However, Hagrid, I must remind you that magic has a time limit. Even if I extend the effect as much as possible, the expected duration of its effect is only a few hours."

Hagrid clicked his tongue. "That's fine too. At least I can still hug it. Poor Luwei, ever since it grew bigger than my house, I haven't been able to let it put its paws on my shoulders anymore."

The two squatted on the ground and carefully observed the little magic wand tree. Green magical lines flowed on its surface. After about half an hour, it grew from one foot to two feet, but only ten minutes later, it grew to two meters.

Moreover, its growth rate is getting faster and faster.

"Hagrid, move aside, I need to put it back in the tree pit."

Hagrid took two steps back, Felix tossed it back into the pit, and magically repositioned it. Then he saw the wand tree rapidly expand—a truly magical sight.

As Felix read in the book: when an inexperienced wizard performs Animagus restoration, the process is often extremely slow, and it is easy to see the strange scene where one part of the body is restored first, followed by other body parts.

The same was true of the wand tree. Its restoration process was anything but graceful. A branch abruptly stretched out, then the entire trunk expanded outwards, like the giant pumpkin Hagrid had planted. It then contracted back, but its overall length had increased by a foot…

Half a minute later, the unfortunate wand tree was finally restored to its original state, though it looked pitiful, with its branches drooping and a small portion of its roots exposed. Felix used magic to bury them back into the soil one by one.

Finally, he poured in another bucket of nutrient solution, and the wand tree seemed to improve slightly.

Felix examined it carefully, and after a while, he turned to Hagrid and asked, "Don't you think it's a little crooked?"

"Really?" Hagrid didn't notice.

“Look here, I remember it was straight, but after it was restored, there’s a bulge.”

“Uh,” Hagrid thought about the large lump that grew on his back after his Lou Williams recovered, and shook his head repeatedly.

Felix glanced at him. "Didn't you notice? From my angle, it's quite obvious..."

……

In the evening, Felix received a copy of the Prophet's Evening News. The headline for the evening was—

The Buslese Hotel Conference Concludes, Marking the Beginning of a New Era

Chapter 172 Newspapers and Letters

Felix looked closely and saw a huge photograph below the title. Cornelius Fudge stood in the middle, his chubby hand clasped with the president of the Magical Congress of the United States and the French Minister of Magic, his smile radiant.

He was dressed very formally, his clothes were so tight that even his protruding belly looked smaller, but they left two dents.

When did he get involved?

With these questions in mind, Felix searched for answers in the text and found long passages describing Fudge.

Minister Fouché closely followed the progress of the meeting across the Strait and exchanged views through correspondence. Three days ago, Minister Fouché himself attended the meeting. Thanks to his mediation, the internationally shocking student protest at the Busles Hotel achieved a gratifying outcome…

"...The tentatively signed 'Boosles Hotel Memorandum' will play a significant guiding role in the development of the entire event. The Magical Congress of the United States plans to amend some key laws, including Sections 3 and 4 of the original 'Registration Act for Wizards and Muggles': it proposes to abolish the 'regular home visits' monitoring method and replace it with magical contracts signed with wizards. It is worth mentioning that Minister Fudge provided a wealth of his own experience and advice in governing the British magical community, thus playing a crucial role in the smooth progress of the meeting."

In an interview with this newspaper, Minister Fouché claimed that the three countries would cooperate in more areas in the future, revealing that the existing work plan would involve a large-scale, mysterious traditional event. However, when pressed for further details, Minister Fouché refused to provide more information, only saying that everything was still under discussion.

"In addition, the name Felix Heap is also worth remembering. At the outset of the incident, he decisively stopped the irrational actions of the Ilfamoni students and effectively treated a seriously injured female student, ensuring that the entire dialogue unfolded in a peaceful and friendly atmosphere, without veering towards a more violent bloodshed."

"This reporter believes his achievements are worthy of a Merlin Medal. It's also worth mentioning that the young witch named 'Bethney' expressed her gratitude and admiration for Mr. Hyp during an interview..."

Felix chuckled to himself. He flipped to the end of the article and, unsurprisingly, saw the name Rita Skeeter. After several months of silence, her presence had resurfaced.

Her articles are always full of personal color, containing a lot of descriptions that are detached from the facts and highly sensational words, and she has always loved to write about celebrity gossip.

If you read her article, you'll feel that Cornelius Fudge played a huge role in all of this, while Dumbledore's name only appears briefly in a few key places as something that must be mentioned.

'She's a really smart person, but I still find it hard to convince myself to like her.'

Felix flipped through the articles on other pages, where the content was much fairer and more objective, and Dumbledore's name appeared multiple times. In the margins and corners, he found the information he was looking for.

"...It is worth noting that Uriah, the student leader who ignited this incident, will be confined to Ivermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, under the personal supervision and education of the headmaster. His specific punishment is still unknown, but he has undoubtedly become an object of adoration for young American wizards, and people have spontaneously gathered at the entrance of Ivermony School on Greylock Hill to cheer and celebrate."

……

Over the next few days, Felix also obtained some information from other sources.

For example, in a text message he wrote to him, the French writer Roxville Colbert mentioned information that had not been published in the newspapers.

Dear Felix:

Celeste got demoted! The Magical Congress of America had to pay a huge sum of money! It's a shame you didn't see her ugly expression; I was radiating joy from every pore.

However, the head of the International Exchange Department was not happy, because the woman's new position was directly related to his, but who would care!

The fish soup at that restaurant was still as delicious as ever; I tried it twice more.

Enclosed are relevant newspaper clippings. And...

……

What surprised Felix the most was that Julia, whom he had just read about in the newspaper two days earlier and who was supposedly being held at the Iphamoni School for self-reflection, also sent him a bulging letter.

Dear Mr. Felix Heap:

Please forgive my abrupt letter, but I obtained the address from Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, who is a very kind man.

We pieced together what you did after gathering information from various sources, and it's truly regrettable that we only realized it afterward. The following content was completed in the presence of 52 students and was transcribed by me.

Bessney: Mr. Hep, I'm completely healed! The doctors all thought I was dead; you snatched me back from the jaws of death! I know you're a professor, and I hope you'll come visit America next year.

Byers: Mr. Heap, first of all, thank you for saving my sister. Secondly, I want to say, aren't you usually a bit serious? I admit I was quite frightened by you and had nightmares. It's a very strange feeling... When I'm awake, I feel grateful to you, but in my dreams, all I feel is fear.

XXX: Don't listen to Byers' nonsense, Mr. Heap. I don't have that feeling at all. Maybe you've just lifted his mask! Haha, but your magic is indeed amazing. I asked several professors, and they all said they couldn't do the same thing. I'm very curious...

Felix rubbed his forehead. Reading a letter cobbled together by 53 people was a task that required considerable patience. Different tones, different wording, but all in the same handwriting.

As he read on, he almost thought he had developed a split personality.

The letter also included related reports, and if you put the clippings from the three countries together, you will find a very interesting fact.

With the outcome remaining the same, you will see three versions of the story's beginning and development, and each story features a different protagonist...

For Felix, this matter was now closed.

Next, Felix focused his attention on improving the ancient magic he had previously learned. Professor Flitwick praised his work and even tried the spell himself, resulting in the death of yet another ancient tree.

Professor McGonagall abruptly stopped them, looking at them with annoyance and saying sternly, "Felius, I thought you wouldn't join in their nonsense. The Wand Tree is a valuable asset of Hogwarts, and I heard you even wanted to experiment on the Willow of the Piercing Widow..."

She pursed her lips tightly, exuding an aura of intimidation. "Honestly, if you were my students, I would put you in solitary confinement! And I would deduct two hundred points from each of you!"

Chapter 173 New Book

Professor Flitwick waved his hands awkwardly, "I'm very sorry, Minerva, I got carried away... You know, I've been researching that magic for several years."

Professor McGonagall's anger subsided somewhat, and she asked with a hint of doubt, "How was the result?"