A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

“Fantastic, thanks to Felix. We all agree that this ancient magic has enormous untapped potential, and might even be effective against creatures like dragons. We call it the ‘Powerful Scaling Charm,’ a combination of the Shrinking Charm and the Enlarging Charm, but with a stronger effect.”

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Yes, Minerva, it's that exaggerated. Of course, it still needs improvement."

Professor Sprout rushed back and gave the two wand trees meticulous care, but she didn't give the culprit a friendly look until Felix gave her three large bags of magical plant seeds he had obtained from the black market.

“These seeds are very precious. Where did you buy them?” Sprout looked at him in surprise.

Felix mumbled, "I only found it through a friend in France. It was a lucky break. I won't have such a good opportunity next time..."

Sprout assumed he had obtained the seeds through connections with the French Ministry of Magic, so she didn't press him further and instead discussed the uses of the seeds with him.

"These are the seeds of the 'Gnaphalium affine,' which look somewhat like brown, spiky pods. They'll be used in sixth-grade classes," she explained.

"These are seeds of the hyena tree."

"And this, the seed of the Guardian Tree. Its aura repels low-level dark creatures. I really want to plant it all around Hogwarts..."

"My God, there are gill stalk seeds! Felix, did you see that? Gill stalks! It comes from the Mediterranean and is a magical aquatic plant. If you swallow it directly, you can breathe underwater, but that's a complete waste. Its role in the field of potions is irreplaceable."

Sprout chattered on and on as her plump body moved constantly through the third greenhouse, finding bottles and jars in the corners and storing the seeds in different categories.

She hummed a song happily, as cheerful as a bee—though bloated, she was very hardworking.

Felix surveyed the place. The air was filled with the smells of soil and fertilizer, along with a strong floral fragrance, putting his nose in a contradictory state—he wanted to breathe freely, yet he also felt a little hesitant.

The huge flower crowns hanging from the ceiling are like colorful umbrellas, arranging the space above the greenhouse in a staggered and layered manner.

Felix asked, "Is this an umbrella flower?"

"Yes, they are very fragrant, but be careful not to become too obsessed."

Felix smiled and agreed. He watched as rows of mushrooms swayed gently on the ground, next to some empty pots, with a leaf half-hidden in the soil.

"Is this a flowerpot used by mandrakes?" Felix picked up a leaf and examined it carefully.

Professor Sprout looked up. "Oh, that's true. Mature mandrakes are too dangerous. I only kept two, but they are very effective. The petrified little wizard recovered in less than fifteen minutes."

“I think his name was Colin Crevey. Severus and I mentioned him.” Felix tried to recall, and his whole body shuddered.

"A freshman was petrified after less than three months of schooling, and spent more than half a year lying in bed. The third day after he opened his eyes was the final exam. Uh... that's really a bit tragic."

Felix returned to his office happily with a bag full of gifts.

That evening, he and Nicolas Flamel resolved some doubts through photographs. To be honest, Flamel looked younger and had healthier skin in the photos. Although both had full heads of white hair, the photos made Flamel appear more vibrant than in person. He felt that the Flamel he had met at the Busles Hotel looked somewhat aged and listless.

Communicating through photos isn't convenient, but it's not as troublesome as you might imagine. This is because Felix isn't a complete beginner; he's a highly accomplished master of runes, and their focus is more on communication than instruction.

The interaction between the two often went like this: Felix would raise a question, and Nicolas Lemaître would think about it and then offer his solution.

Or perhaps Nicolas Flamel would introduce him to some obscure but very useful books. For example, "The Palace of Arcalisto"—a title like that that Felix wouldn't normally pay attention to unless he was really bored and randomly picked up a book to read.

Even when reading for leisure, he would choose an interesting title.

For example, the LCA Comic Strip Publishing House published "The Adventures of Martin Miguel," which tells the story of Martin Miguel, a Muggle from France, who accidentally enters the magical world for an adventure.

After watching it, Felix's thought was that a big reason why wizards didn't introduce movie equipment to ordinary people was probably because magic was just too convenient. Young wizards could watch comic books as if they were watching a movie in storyboards.

Moreover, introducing it wouldn't be useful; wizards would find it difficult to empathize with the lives of normal people, and they would curiously ask why magic isn't used.

In addition, the two would also discuss Muggle-related issues, including parts of their manuscripts.

Today, Nick Lemaître recommended three obscure books to him. Felix never expected that he would receive a book list. Life is truly unpredictable.

“That’s enough for today, Felix, I’m a little tired.” The portrait of Nicolas Flamel shows him with sleepy eyes.

Goodnight, Nick.

After the exchange, Felix tidied his workbench, putting away the postcards his assistant had sent from France into a drawer and taking out a thick stack of manuscripts.

He had completed his planned course of action; he had prepared two books for both young aspiring wizards and adult wizards—

One book, titled "The Adventures of Mick the Wizard," draws inspiration from animated comic books in the wizarding world, depicting the story of a 10-year-old aspiring wizard who is sent to a regular school.

Mick originally planned to coast along, quietly awaiting his Hogwarts acceptance letter, but he unexpectedly became captivated by school life. From novel and interesting courses to diverse games, and practical activities such as visiting museums, amusement parks, and social work, he was introduced to a world that was originally unfamiliar to him from a child's perspective.

Another book is a popular science book for adult wizards, with the eye-catching title "Magic in the Muggle World". The concept is still to use the most rigorous logic and language to explain the most basic and fundamental technologies in the Muggle world.

After reviewing the manuscript and finding no oversights, Felix double-checked the appointment time on his calendar.

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, 126a Diagon Alley, Little Red Book Book Company."

"Tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, 15B, south of Diagon Alley, LCA Comic Strip Publishing House."

The former is a publishing company he has been working with, which has successfully published "A History of Magic" and "The Household Fire and Social Habits of a British Muggle Family," both of which are currently used as teaching materials at Hogwarts.

Because we have a good track record of working together, there shouldn't be any major problems.

The latter—LCA Comic Book Publishing House—specializes in the children's market, and he has no prior dealings with it. He will have to deal with it as it comes, but fortunately, he has made some preparations.

Chapter 174 LCA Press

The next morning at 9:30, 126a Diagon Alley.

At the entrance of a low, white building, Felix smiled and shook hands with a woman in a purple dress to say goodbye.

"No need to see me off, ma'am. It's an honor to continue working with you."

"Oh, Mr. Hyp, you are too modest. Your books are always so inspiring."

Felix descended the dark brown wooden steps and blended into the crowded throng. A sense of relief washed over him. 'The first book deal is done; it took almost no effort.'

'But the main event is yet to come.'

He walked along Diagon Alley, turned at Gringotts Bank, and took another side street, counting the house numbers along the way.

“13a, 14b, 15a on the south side of Diagon Alley… So, shop number 15b should be across the street.” Felix turned around and saw a seven-story building.

The building was filthy and dilapidated, with the letters on it peeling off. He could barely make out the letter L, which cast a shadow over his upcoming collaboration.

Between the building and the adjacent houses, there was a row of huge trash cans, which also bore the letter ".A".

He went up the dark staircase to the second floor, pushed open a large oak door covered in scratches, and a cacophony of noises entered his ears.

He seemed to have entered another world, where the walls were covered with densely packed, colorful comic strips that completely obscured the walls themselves.

The main character in most of the drawings is a little boy wearing a beret and a striped shirt, who is active in different scenes: being chased by a group of Bowtruckles; waving a small stick in his hand; riding a one-horned rhinoceros, excitedly turning his head to call to his companions; standing on the roof of a farmhouse wearing a wizard's cloak...

But Felix could tell that these paintings were quite old; the colors on some of the drafts had faded, and a few in the corners had even developed purple mold spots.

All of this shows that this publishing house was once glorious, but is now somewhat declining.

“Is anyone there, Mr. Andes?” Felix called out.

Half a day later, a door was pushed open beside him. The door was hidden among layers of drawings, and Felix didn't notice it at first.

A thin, middle-aged wizard stared at him, his beard stubble unkempt, and asked in a heavily nasal voice, "Felix Heap?"

"It's me. I think you must be Mr. Andes? We had an appointment."

The wizard released the doorknob. "Come in, it's a bit messy inside." He then retreated on his own.

Felix frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. He followed the wizard into the room, which smelled bad and was filled with various odds and ends. He also saw a few plates of leftover food in the corner.

This gave him the creeps, and his first instinct was to Apparate away from there.

The only thing that comforted him was that in this place that could barely be called a studio, he saw fresh paints and canvases, and the half of the painting on them was excellent.

He decided to explore the room further, but only if it suited his aesthetic taste.

"Clean it up! Clean it up! Sweep it away like a whirlwind!"

Felix waved his wand repeatedly, clearing away all the trash in the room. A sudden gust of wind raged repeatedly in the small room, making the windows rattle and the tables and chairs shake violently. But the dust and grime on them were quickly stripped off and swept into the wind, eventually forming a murky mass of air.

He pushed open the window, and a silver swift flew out from the tip of his wand. "Do me a favor. I remember seeing a trash can when I came in." The swift nodded to him, flapped its wings, and flew out the window, followed by a long gray dragon.

“You, you…” The wizard named Andis stared at Felix in disbelief, his tongue tied in knots.

“Please sit down, Mr. Andes.” Felix waved his wand and pushed a cleaned chair in front of him.

Andy sat down with a blank expression. He looked around and it took him a while to realize, "This seems to be my home?" He muttered to himself at first, then his face turned red and he shouted angrily.

Felix sat opposite him and said calmly, "Mr. Andes, let's get straight to the point. Since you've agreed to this visit, I'll assume that you do have a need for submissions from outside sources."

"As a potential partner of yours, I have the right to make demands of you, at least until you explicitly refuse."

"you……"

Felix tapped the ring with his wand, and a stack of drawings flew out. "These are my manuscripts, 'The Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard,' which I mentioned in my letter. You can take a look first, and then you can decide whether we should continue the conversation. I don't want to waste either of our time."

The wizard opposite him, holding the sketches, looked at him with a puzzled expression.

What are you waiting for?

The wizard swallowed hard and chuckled dryly, "N-nothing."

He quickly looked down and mentally labeled Felix as a strong-willed wizard.

The wizard decided to pick out a few flaws at random, then quickly send him away. If he wasn't satisfied, he would run to the street and ask for help...

As time passed, Andes, who had initially been nonchalant, became serious. He frequently offered various comments.

"Not bad."

"That's interesting."

"What is this... a Ferris... wheel? How does it rotate? Is it really not magic?"

"My God, two glasses of water mixed together can turn red? I guess it's the effect of some kind of transparent potion."

I don't know when it started, but he pulled his chair next to Felix and started discussing things with him.

"I like this passage; I think it's very insightful—"

Felix looked over and saw the young wizard Mick and his newly acquainted Muggle friend shopping for clothes:

“How should I put it?” Little wizard Mick asked nervously, looking at the dazzling array of clothes in the store. “I don’t understand at all. I’m just a country bumpkin.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t know either, but my mom told me a trick,” his friend said.

Young wizard Mick watched as his companion confidently addressed the shop assistant: "My friend here only has a budget of £15, but he needs a shirt, trousers, and preferably a bow tie. Can you do that, ma'am?"

The young shop assistant smiled and said, "Of course, young gentleman." She glanced at the little wizard Mick's figure and turned to get the appropriate clothes.

His companion smiled at the young wizard Mick, "How was it? Not too difficult, right?"