A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

“My initial goal was simply to let more people know about the amazing animals that live on the same land as us, and incidentally improve their lives. At that time, people still had prejudices against these animals, and for centuries they had been arguing about the question of ‘what is an animal and what is a human’… It was through my continuous travels that I began to think more deeply about the relationship between animals and humans. If there is anything I urgently want to tell you from my experience, it is that only communication and understanding can eliminate barriers.”

Newt stood up and straightened his blue coat.

“Mr. Scamander, are you really sure you don’t want to stay another day or two?” Felix asked, trying to persuade him to stay.

“I’m a little worried about Tina… It’s not easy for her to be home alone, taking care of the magical creatures in the basement,” Newt said. “I’ve left behind all my knowledge about magical creatures, and he will tell you everything about dragons in my place.”

"I wish you all the best in passing the test," he said to the six warriors as he put on his hat.

Harry and the others returned the greetings in a haphazard manner, after which Hermione asked, "Mr. Scamander, how did you feel when you first learned that you were going to face a dragon? Were you afraid?"

"fear?"

"I'm just worried, I'm so excited I can't sleep," Hermione said.

“My opinion may not be suitable for you, but in my view, worrying means suffering more. Besides, both I and you faced the dragon in a relatively safe environment, so we can be a little more at ease… I hope this helps, Miss Granger,” Newt replied earnestly.

As he prepared to leave, he saw his memory hidden in the mist, with a group of magical creatures behind him. Memories flooded back, and his eyes welled with tears. He then let out a soft sigh and left classroom number seven with the others.

Chapter 387 is very interesting!

Stepping out of classroom number seven and standing in the corridor, you can see the bright moonlight outside the window, which paints the sparse shrubs in the courtyard with a silvery sheen.

“No need to see me off,” Newt said, turning around. “I’ve come here occasionally over the years to replace manuscripts, and I haven’t forgotten the way.”

Niffler Valen stood on Felix's shoulder and waved along with them.

On a side road, a few people watched Newt's retreating figure, a feeling of envy welling up inside them.

Chapter 388 Seven Letters

The next day in Ancient Runes class, Felix was surprised to see Harry and the others looking distracted and absent-minded. He wondered to himself if he was putting too much pressure on them, and offered a few words of comfort after class.

In the evening, he received a letter from an owl.

He opened the letter; the envelope still carried a faint scent of men's cologne. Its owner was the head of the Werewolf Registry at the British Ministry of Magic.

Hello, Mr. Haipu.

As of the first ten months of this year (early November), the number of werewolves registered in the UK on the werewolf register has increased by 20% compared to last year, which is exhilarating for everyone in the ministry! This encouraging achievement is inseparable from the promotion and allure of the wolfsbane potion. Thanks to Mr. Belby and Professor Snape for their outstanding contributions, I dare say that within ten years at the latest, werewolves in the UK will be effectively controlled. At that time, I will submit a report to Wizengamot and apply to award Professor Snape a Merlin Medal…

The Ministry of Magic defines the Quidditch World Cup riot as a riot, and those masked wizards, mostly from pure-blood families, were utterly disgraced. I can assure you that neither I nor my family are such people.

Among those masked wizards, two were sentenced to three months and six months in prison in Azkaban, respectively. They confessed to being the masterminds behind the incident: one suggested a march through the camp while drunk, and the other used despicable means to wake up the poor Muggle Roberts and his family…

……

The other participants were fined heavily, but their names were obscured due to some political obstruction. I know no more than you would get from the newspapers, only the names of the two masterminds: Amicus Caro and Walton McNeill.

Felix calmly put the letter away.

Over the next two days, owls flew in from all over the world, first from the UK, then from France, Europe, and finally from other continental plates.

Felix opened the second letter, this one from the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Healings. Felix had previously taken time to train a group of doctors, including this young healer.

Dear Mr. Haipu, hello!

This is our fifth communication. Thank you for not laughing at my silly questions and for generously answering them.

Several patients with memory impairment, initially diagnosed as incurable, have largely regained their sanity and are able to live independently. Five of them have been taken home by their families for recuperation and only need to visit once a week. The other two critically ill patients require continued hospitalization for observation. Please forgive our limited capabilities; we have not been able to achieve the same level of recovery as the Longbottoms.

It's true what you asked about. Old Crabbe and Old Gore both suffered severe penetrating wounds, but they kept it a secret. They used their connections to get a retired therapist to treat them. What they didn't know was that this therapist happened to be my uncle. I don't want to admit our relationship in public. My uncle was originally very skilled, but he was a heavy drinker. Once, when he was mixing medicine, he mistakenly used scurvy grass instead of ginger root. You can't even imagine what happened to the lady who came to treat her scabies that day... Anyway, he left the hospital in despair because of this incident, still bearing the scratch marks from that patient's sudden manic episode on his neck.

Enclosed is the diagnostic report I got from my uncle, using two pints of single malt whisky! And that old manger horse!

I wish you a happy life and smooth work.

In addition, I became good friends with the portrait of you in the hospital. I asked one of my painter patients to paint a candy house on the portrait, and he liked it very much!

Also, I have collected your newspaper clippings from the Quidditch World Cup; they're on my desk.

The third letter came from the Ministry of Magic. It was unsigned, containing only a long list of over thirty names. Felix carefully read through it, memorized the names, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

The fourth letter was a reply from Damocles Belby; his handwriting was rather messy, and the envelope still smelled of potions.

Felix,

If you hadn't reminded me, I might have overlooked the issue with the wolfsbane potion. Please forgive me for focusing my energy on other potions lately...

After your reminder, I specifically went to the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association to inquire. Currently, the sales of wolfsbane potion authorized by the Ministry of Magic are stable. The Ministry of Magic has recruited a group of werewolves for work, mostly dirty and tiring jobs, but it's definitely better than before... There are still a considerable number of stubborn werewolves living in seclusion in the fields. No one knows their exact whereabouts, not even among themselves. They might be in England today and cross the Channel to France tomorrow...

From what I understand, other European countries have approached the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association, hoping to facilitate the sharing of the wolfsbane potion formula with the British Ministry of Magic, especially the version improved by Severus and me. Fudge has been busy with this matter lately, and I rarely see him. This was told to me by the vice president of the Apothecaries Association; the general public is currently unaware of this.

There's one more thing worth sharing.

I met my former dean, Professor Slughorn, during a visit to the association's vice president. He still knew how to enjoy life to the fullest; when I gently advised him to eat less sweets and candied fruits, he told me it was the greatest pleasure of his life.

The fifth letter came from the Frenchman, Romaxville Colbert.

He and Felix crossed paths during the summer before last, and there was a misunderstanding at the time, but after the misunderstanding was cleared up, the two got along well.

'Dear Felix Heap,'

I'm glad you wrote to me.

If you want to understand the safety situation in France, you'd be perfect to consult me, an Auror on the front lines. I can only say the same thing as always… those dark corners… I don't understand why you're interested in them; are you planning to write a book about it?

To be honest, I didn't read your first few Muggle-related books carefully; I just tossed them into the cabinet when the department handed them out. I only discovered them recently while cleaning, and a bag of civet cat food inside had rotted. I also found your book, which cleared up a mystery for me. The other day at the French Muggle University, when my nephew was reporting suspicious individuals, your name sounded familiar; I probably mistook you for some foreign dark wizard…

Back to the main point. The werewolves in France are relatively peaceful and have no plans to migrate, which I'm actually looking forward to. Of course, they don't necessarily have to go to England; going south or north would be fine (please don't publish the contents of this letter, or it will cause me trouble). As for the vampires and dark wizards, they're fighting tooth and nail over a mine in southern France. I told my informant to observe and wait for the final move; perhaps when we meet again, I'll be the head of the Auror's office.

In addition, my nephew Karami also chose to become an Auror and is currently following me. He was peeking at me as I was writing this letter, and I chased him away.

Finally, the photos from the Quidditch World Cup are cool.

The fifth letter came from the head of the Muggle Problems Department under the Swiss Ministry of Magic.

"Felix, it was good to receive your letter. Your suggestion last time was very constructive, and I submitted it after making some minor revisions. It's working well so far. It's strange what else is going on in your head..."

I saw the photos reprinted from the British newspaper The Daily Prophet, and I can't believe such a terrible incident happened during the World Cup. If it were up to us, we would never have caused such a mess.

Regarding your question, I learned from my colleague that the giant tribe is still peacefully holed up in the mountains, showing no signs of migrating. Of course, I can't be 100% certain that if the observers got too close, the giants would charge at them and throw stones.

I've included the address of the Giants' Village. If you plan to explore it, please be extremely careful.

As Felix was having breakfast on Friday morning, he received the sixth letter. It was from Lucius Malfoy, and this one was the shortest, without beginning or end, only stating a time and place.

"Meet me at the summit of the highest peak outside Hogwarts School, Friday, November 4th, at 11 PM."

He casually wiped away the writing, spread jam on the bread, and thought, "I still have a whole day of classes to attend."

Chapter 389 Persuasion

It was evening.

Felix came out of the auditorium after having dinner and was stopped by Cedric and Roger Davis, who were waiting in the corridor.

“Weather magic? That’s a very obscure branch of magic.” Felix looked at Cedric with some surprise.

“I think it’s perfect for the first project.” Cedric said clear-headedly, “When you can’t fight them head-on, you can try to use indirect methods, such as hiding or obscuring their view. I found a spell in the library these past two days, Cloud and Mist, which can create a fog out of thin air, so I won’t have to use the combination of the Water Cleansing Spell and the Explosion Spell anymore.”

"You want to explore this area in depth?" Felix thought about it seriously for a moment, then slowly said, "It's not impossible, but the mist will be countered by the fire dragon's flames. Have you thought about that?"

"Professor Flitwick gave me some advice. One of the essential spells for dragon tamers is the Extinguishing Charm, which can specifically extinguish the magical flames of a fire dragon—"

Felix nodded approvingly: "That's true, but it requires a lot of practice."

“That’s right, that spell is too difficult. We’re not sure if we can reach the level of those dragon trainers before the competition. So we need a backup plan. These past few days in classroom number seven, we’ve learned enough about fire dragons and the characteristics of each type. Collins has come up with an idea—”

Why didn't she come?

"Oh, uh, she confiscated a batch of badges that were in violation of regulations and is filling out forms now..."

Felix nodded. "Go on, what's her idea?"

“Professor Sprout’s eighth greenhouse inspired her. You know, there are seven greenhouses in the school, and if you count the virtual greenhouse in classroom number seven, that makes an eighth one…” Cedric explained, “Professor Sprout’s memory replicated all sorts of rare plants, but the rarer they are, the more… bizarre they tend to be.”

He carefully chose his words. He, Roger, and Collins had tried it before, and the various magical plants taught them a harsh lesson. Devil's Vine, Hitting Willow, Blackthorn, Exploding Berry, Mibumibo Pus... and many other things they didn't recognize at all.

In the end, it was Sprout's memory that came out and rescued them. Roger Davis had been swallowed by a giant umbrella-shaped plant and was left with only two legs. Although they knew they were not in mortal danger, they were still shaken.

This caused Cedric to be somewhat afraid of his own smiling headmaster for the next few days.

However, it was precisely because that challenge left such a deep impression that when they were learning about fire dragons and thinking about coping strategies, they subconsciously leaned towards that direction.

“Dean Sprout was a little reluctant,” Cedric said, “but she still gave us some precious blackthorn seeds.”

He looked at Roger Davis beside him, "Roger has a growth spell and his potion-making is also quite good. Following Professor Sprout's method, we can obtain a batch of Blackthorns that can grow rapidly."

"The only drawback is that this method cannot be used as a regular tactic against enemies. This is because Blackthorn seeds are very precious, and using potions and growth charms would damage the seed structure, causing them to wither quickly."

Felix thought for a moment, and realized it was his little assistant's beaded pouch. She probably'd forgotten about the few devil vines in it. Its function was similar to Cedric's method, except the devil vines were treated with runes.

Felix pondered silently for a while, then looked at the two of them.

“Originally, I planned to cover this part over the weekend, about the mutual restraint and cooperation of spells, testing the spells you are good at, developing strategies based on your individual strengths, and practicing repeatedly in classroom number seven… But since you already have ideas.” Felix pulled out a piece of parchment and quickly wrote down the names of several books and a string of spells.

“There’s some information on weather magic in here. You can take a look.” He suddenly frowned and put the note away. “I’ve got a little off track. If anyone is the most skilled in environmental magic, besides the tent merchant, it would be Mr. Scamander.”

“Mr. Scamander?” Cedric and Roger Davis looked at him curiously.

“Ah, that’s right.” Felix said with a look of reminiscence. “He and his wife lived in seclusion in Dorset. I visited them once during my holidays, and that’s how I got my Niffler. They had a huge basement that was expanded with the Unseen Stretching Charm and was filled with magical creatures from all over the world that needed care.”

Cedric and Roger Davis blinked, as if they had thought of something.

“As you should know, different magical creatures require different environments to survive. Therefore, Newt has divided the area into different regions, each with its own distinct terrain and weather, including volcanoes, pools, thunderclouds, and dense forests… Although not large, they are very comprehensive.”

“We completely overlooked that!” Cedric shouted, glancing at Roger Davis. Both of them felt an urge to run to classroom number seven right now.

After they left excitedly, Felix pondered. He hadn't paid much attention to them these past two days, but the young wizards were surprisingly enthusiastic. Were Harry and the others the same?

Could they also be working on it in secret?

He clicked his tongue. A child with initiative is easy to raise. He started looking forward to tomorrow.

However, he has an important meeting tonight.

As evening fell and the night deepened.

The November nights were already quite cold, especially on the exposed mountaintop, where the wind howled and the trees swayed.

Felix sat on a bare rock, mentally calculating the time of the full moon. Before he knew it, it was eleven o'clock.