A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

……

About half an hour later, Felix asked him, "How do you feel?"

Andes' expression turned shrewd as he quickly assessed the value of the manuscript. After seven or eight minutes, he hesitated and said, "To be honest, I'm not sure either."

He added, “Personally, I think it’s a pretty fun children’s comic book, but I’m not that confident in my judgment. As you can see, this publishing house did have its glory days, but since I took over, it has failed more than a dozen times. In the end, we had to release a 30th-anniversary edition of the old book.”

“Mr. Andes, I haven’t asked you yet, what do the three letters .A stand for?” Felix asked.

"It's an abbreviation of the names of the three founders. The 'A' stands for Andis, which was founded by my grandfather and two of his good friends," the wizard said.

"And your company's masterpiece, 'The Adventures of Martin Miguel'..."

"It was my grandfather's idea, and it's also based on his own experience. When he was a child, he hosted a Muggle boy who had wandered into the magical world. They played happily for a week before they were discovered. The Ministry of Magic erased the boy's memory and sent him back to his home."

Felix nodded knowingly. He took out several parchment sheets from his ring, covered with various tables and data. The parchment sheets fluttered and stuck to the wall.

“Mr. Andes, I cannot prove that this manuscript will necessarily help your publishing house turn things around, but we can analyze the data. Since its inception, your company has published a total of seventeen comic books. Of course, the Adventures of Martin Miguel is the most famous. I obtained some data from a friend at the Ministry of Magic who is in charge of publications, and it is clear that relatively novel content is more popular…”

"At the same time, this manuscript, which is positioned as a children's publication, does not seem childish or immature, and is also very accessible to adults. If you are interested, we can collaborate."

Andes didn't really have many options, unless he wanted to continue eating the leftovers from thirty years ago.

Therefore, when Felix gave him a plausible reason, he readily agreed. Their initial plan was conservative: to publish a hundred copies first as a trial, so that even if it failed, it wouldn't be a big deal.

At most, it was just that Andes wasted a little time, but time is the last thing he has.

After finalizing the collaboration, Andy demonstrated his family's traditional craft to him. He made some changes to one of Felix's drawings and tapped it with his wand. Soon, the whole picture was filled with color, and the drawing became more exquisite.

In the picture, a little boy is standing on a giant Ferris wheel, standing on tiptoe and looking out the window. Next to him is a half-eaten vanilla ice cream floating in mid-air.

Half an hour later, Felix walked out of Building A, in a very good mood.

He planned to return to his office via the public fireplace in Diagon Alley, saving himself the trouble of Apparating to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and then having to walk a considerable distance. But just then—

"Professor Haip?"

Felix turned around and saw a familiar figure in the crowd. He said with some surprise, "Potter?"

Chapter 175 Magical Outburst

"Potter, are you here in Diagon Alley to buy books?" Felix asked.

Harry seemed a little uneasy, and he mumbled, "Uh, I'm currently staying in Diagon Alley... in room eleven at the Leaky Cauldron..."

He couldn't very well say that he had inflated Aunt Maggie's reputation so much that she had nowhere to stay and was put in the Leaky Cauldron by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.

Felix found Harry's attitude a bit strange and tentatively asked, "Are you alone?"

There were certainly plenty of guests in the Leaky Cauldron, but Harry clearly understood what the professor meant. “Yeah, just me.” He quickly added, trying to distract himself: “I’m perfectly fine on my own, shopping, eating, doing my homework at Florin’s Ice Cream Parlour… and Dobby keeps me company, too.”

Felix smiled as well. "If I remember correctly, he should be working at the Leaky Cauldron?"

Seeing that Professor Hyp did not press the matter further, Harry breathed a long sigh of relief. He replied enthusiastically, "Yes, Dobby is at the Leaky Cauldron. He's been waking me up these past two mornings, but he should be busy greeting the pub's customers at this time."

As they walked and talked, Harry told them more about the rather eccentric house-elf.

"Dobby sent me a birthday present and a card! He said on it that he earned it himself. I've always been curious about where he works, but the letter didn't mention it. I never expected it to be from 'Breaking the Deal'." He suddenly came to his senses and turned to look at Felix in surprise: "Professor, how did you know?"

Felix said briefly, "Dobby and I are friends, we mentioned it in a conversation."

Harry nodded, and then Felix asked him, "So you saw me while you were shopping? What a coincidence, I probably would have left if I had been a minute later."

Harry explained, "Actually, I saw your Patronus, the silver swift, which Hermione mentioned to me. I thought it looked somewhat similar, so I waited for a while at the shop next door."

“Really? Very observant,” Felix replied casually, his attention completely focused on Harry himself. From the moment they met, he had sensed that something was off about Harry.

He subtly shifted his perspective, and in the stark black and white world, Harry's magic pulsed and pulsed, appearing exceptionally vibrant.

"professor?"

Harry felt his gaze; Professor Hyp was looking at him with a scrutinizing eye, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

“Porter,” Felix said softly, “this must have had a huge impact on you…”

Harry froze, stammering, "You...you knew?" A chill ran through him, and he hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean it! Aunt Maggie insulted my parents first, and I couldn't stand it!"

Will the professor have a bad impression of him? He just bought the ancient magic script textbook yesterday.

"No, you've misunderstood, Potter."

The two passed through the wall and left Diagon Alley, arriving at the Leaky Cauldron. Just as Felix passed the bar, he heard a sharp greeting: "Dear Mr. Hyp, Dobby never expected to see you and Mr. Potter at the same time! What a joyous day!"

The other people in the bar turned to look, and they began to chatter noisily.

Felix looked back calmly, his voice lowered, before turning to the sprite: "Dobby, long time no see."

Dobby's eyes widened, and he wiped his eyes with a dirty rag. "Oh, Mr. Hyp still remembers Dobby, that's so touching..."

“Dobby, please arrange a private room for us. Potter and I have something to discuss.” Felix looked at him gently.

"Dobby understands, gentlemen. Please follow me."

The elf led them to a relatively secluded private room, served them food and drinks, and then respectfully withdrew.

Harry looked at Felix with a slightly bewildered expression. This was the spot where the two of them had been talking after Fudge caught him on the Knight Bus outside the pub.

Felix didn't rush to speak; he pondered how to begin the conversation.

Harry stared at the doorpost to his right, where a wanted poster hung. After two days at the Leaky Cauldron, he was already very familiar with the painting.

Porter

Professor Hyp's words brought his consciousness back to his body, and he listened quietly.

"I heard you like dueling classes?"

“Yes, Professor,” Harry said. “I think it’s a great class, and I learn a lot. It’s just that it’s only once every two weeks, and some of the spells are quite difficult.”

"I'm still not very proficient with the Ironclad Spell..."

Felix nodded. "So, do you need some private coaching for a while, Potter? I'd be happy to do it."

Harry was stunned. He really didn't expect to encounter such a good thing, so good that he could hardly believe it.

He felt that ever since he inflated his aunt's, everyone he met had become strange. Dobby was adept at greeting customers in the bar, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge turned a blind eye to his illegal behavior, and now even Professor Hyp offered to train him.

"Of course I'd like to, but why?" he asked cautiously.

“Potter, to be frank, your current state is quite alarming. Your magic is in a very active state, like a flame that is constantly leaping and burning in my view.”

"In conclusion, I think it is of great research value."

Felix decided to tell Harry directly, and there was nothing to hide except that his desire to study Potter sounded a bit strange.

But if we put it another way, he's just concerned about the young wizards who are in a special situation, wouldn't that make a lot of sense?

Harry swallowed hard. "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Harry, if I'm not mistaken, you've experienced a magical surge in the last few days, haven't you?"

"Magic... riot?"

"You've probably heard similar terms: magic out of control, magic awakening, magic riot... Many people see it as a sign that young wizards possess magic in their childhood, but it's always there. It's just that sometimes, due to intense emotional fluctuations, young wizards will exhibit all sorts of magical powers."

Harry listened quietly, his memory drifting back to a few days earlier. His Aunt Maggie, who kept dogs in the countryside, had come to visit. She was a rather rude and mean woman; those two words barely described a tenth of her character.

Her arrival always became Harry's nightmare.

But to get Hogsmeade's signature, he endured a whole week of her verbal humiliation. On her last day as a guest, she got drunk and started spewing insults at his father and mother, which infuriated him.

He had no wand, but he was a wizard. By the time he came to his senses, Aunt Maggie had inflated into a balloon, like the giant pumpkin Hagrid had planted in the ground last year—except it was an ugly pumpkin with small eyes.

He angrily ran away from home, never wanting to return to Privet Road. Only after calming down did he begin to feel afraid, fearing that he would be expelled or even imprisoned in Azkaban with a group of dark wizards.

He even considered wandering the world, drifting through life to evade the Ministry of Magic's pursuit, but he needed to get some money first. However, things never go as planned; he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron only to be caught by the Minister of Magic shortly after.

Fortunately, Fudge did not hold him accountable. Instead, he booked a room for him at the Leaky Cauldron and made him promise to stay in Diagon Alley until the start of the school year and not to return to the Muggle world on his own.

What reason could he possibly have to refuse?

……

Professor Hyp's voice seemed to come from a great distance, "But this usually happens during childhood, and it rarely happens after the young wizards start school. So, Potter, your case is very rare."

Harry looked up, a relaxed expression on his face, and said, "I agree, Professor Hyp. When shall we begin?"

Chapter 176 Test

Felix smiled. "Anytime is fine, Potter. I'll move in and keep you company temporarily. But I need to go back to school first to take care of some things. You can also think about your own schedule."

He stood up. "The training will be tough, Potter. Be prepared. In my experience, the period after a magical upheaval is the perfect time to learn spells. You'll improve rapidly."

Harry agreed without hesitation.

Felix found Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, a hunched-over, wrinkled wizard, and on his advice, Felix chose room number twelve, right next to Harry's.

He waved to Harry, who was standing at the top of the stairs, turned and walked out of the bar, using the communal fireplace to return to his office.

He reviewed his recent work, and besides trying to incorporate spies into the curriculum, he had come up with some other good ideas. He rolled up these half-finished plans and tucked them into his ring.

Next, he looked at the observation record of the wand tree, which was something he and Professor Flitwick did every day, but for the time being, this task would be handed over to Flitwick alone.

So he went to Professor Flitwick's office and told him about his time conflict. The short professor quickly agreed, clicking his tongue and saying, "A magical upheaval... I wonder what happened to Potter. With you by the child's side, Minerva will feel at ease."

Felix later spotted Snape at school, striding along with his black robes billowing behind him.

“Severus?” he greeted him. “You’re back so early?” He knew that Snape would go home for summer vacation every year and usually return to school on the first day of the new term.

Snape, his face stern and suppressing his displeasure, said, "You should ask our esteemed Headmaster Dumbledore. He's the one who summoned me back to brew a disgusting potion."

He was in a bad mood at the moment, so he threw off his cloak and quickly slid away.

What kind of disgusting potion could it be? Felix watched his retreating figure with curiosity.

A dozen minutes later, Felix returned to Diagon Alley. He knocked on room eleven and saw Harry's bed piled high with miscellaneous items: textbooks, parchment, ink bottles, and a broom repair kit.

"Professor, I'm checking my assignments. Hmm, I still have three papers on the history of magic, two papers on potions, and one paper on spells to finish."

"History of Magic..."

Harry clearly heard Professor Hyp grunt in disapproval, but the professor didn't say anything more and sat down opposite him.

“Time is precious, Potter,” Felix said. “I will guide you through your assignments—in your spare time.”