A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

Felix was lost in thought. Just then, two wizards dressed in bright golden robes entered the tent from afar. They were Luna and her father, Xenophirus, with Luna wearing a huge sunflower headdress.

"Well, perhaps the current stable environment has given you a false sense of security. What if, I mean, what if one side insists on provoking a conflict?"

Babajid Akinbad and Horace Greenstinch exchanged glances. This was a question they had tried so hard to avoid. Their purpose in coming here was to discover that the British Ministry of Magic was about to create a miracle, and they were eager to see if the miracles would continue. This 'miracle' meant that none of the more than two hundred countries in the world would declare war on wizards, and none of the wizards in any country would have an irreconcilable armed conflict with non-wizards.

“If necessary, we can abandon some countries,” Akinbad said with difficulty.

"And what about the wizards who live there?"

“Arrange the evacuation,” Akinbad said.

"What about those who don't want to move? Are we just going to let them fend for themselves?"

Akinbad was speechless.

"And what about the new wizards?"

This is also an unsolvable problem.

……

“Akinbad looks terrible. What did you say?” Ms. Burns leaned closer to ask from her golden chair.

"Some truths."

Bones glared at Felix.

"The wedding is about to begin," Sirius said, coughing twice.

Chapter 707 Unexpected Visitor

"...I hereby declare you to be lifelong partners."

As a short, thick-haired wizard announced their arrival, Bill and Fleur embraced tightly, surrounded by a shower of silver stars that made them appear even more radiant. Charlie, Ginny, and Gabrielle, who were closest to them, clapped excitedly, their smiles radiant. From below, Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour murmured joyful sobs.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please stand!"

The guests rose to their feet. The canvas of the white tent was rolled up, and golden sunlight streamed in through the orchard, seemingly filling the air with the scent of fruit. By magic, tables and chairs were moved to a corner, and a pool of molten gold slowly spread out beneath the newlyweds' feet, forming a glittering dance floor. A band sang and danced, and waiters, carrying trays overflowing with food, surged in, weaving nimbly through the empty space and amidst the colorful confetti and bells floating in the air.

Felix took a glass of champagne from his head and walked to a table.

“Mr. Ephias Dorje, may I sit down?”

“Felix Heip?” The old man wearing a Turkish hat looked up in surprise, a few strands of soft, sparse hair peeking out. “Sit down, child! I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while, but the timing wasn’t right last time…”

Felix knew he was referring to Dumbledore's funeral, where the two had a chance to speak, but then the major incident that exposed the wizarding world occurred. Felix had known him for a long time; Doge had been a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but had since retired.

He and Dumbledore were very close friends; they entered school in the same year and immediately became good friends, a friendship that lasted for a century.

"Mr. Dorje"

“Call me Ephias, if you don’t mind,” Dorje said hastily.

Felix paused. "Ephias, I read your obituary for Dumbledore; it was very moving."

"Yes, I feel I have this obligation, as I have known him the longest."

“You refuted Grindelwald’s claims in your article.”

“That’s it!” Doge exclaimed immediately, his soft, almost translucent hair floating in the air with excitement. “Don’t believe him. From the first day I met Dumbledore, he has always had compassion for Muggles. His noble character…”

“As far as I know, those claims are largely true,” Felix said calmly.

Dorjee quieted down, as if under a spell, his expression turning one of intense pain.

“Alas, I also had my doubts. That was the period in our lives when we had the least contact. I went on a trip at the time, and when I came back, he had changed a lot.” After a long while, Dorje said in a dejected tone, as if he had been greatly shocked. He had undoubtedly been an admirer of Dumbledore, admiring his ideals, his personality, and his ability to turn the tide.

"Perhaps he did support Grindelwald, but I think he was only temporarily blinded by it. I can assure you, as I said in the article, that painful experience gave birth to his true thoughts, a broad, kind, and compassionate heart."

“You don’t need to convince me,” Felix said earnestly. “Just as your obituary has limited space, only allowing you to mention one or two things, so too does Grindelwald. Besides, his actual contact with Dumbledore was only for a short two months, which is clearly subjective and biased. I think you agree that his words are somewhat misleading, leading some to conclude that Dumbledore was once obsessed with dark magic.”

"Who?" Dorje's face flushed red with anger, as if he had been insulted.

“That’s not important,” Felix said, gently brushing aside the topic. “What’s important is that there are already signs of it. Dumbledore is studying the Dark Arts, Dumbledore hates Muggles, Dumbledore is seeking fame and fortune, and it’s even affecting his family, with claims that his mother imprisoned her daughter to avoid bringing shame to the family…”

Dorjee's face grew increasingly red, burning with rage.

“…Someone has to step forward and clarify,” Felix finished speaking.

“That’s right, someone has to step forward!” Dorje repeated loudly, looking expectantly at Felix. “My dear child, I want to use your reputation…”

“I can’t.” Felix shook his head, and before Doge could show his disappointment, he turned his head to the side. “There is someone who can. He knows Dumbledore better than anyone else alive in the world and is a perfect successor to his brilliant ideas.”

Dorjee followed the gaze through the crowd and saw a young man with black hair grabbing a sandwich and munching on it.

“You mean him… Harry Potter?” The old man stared at Harry and muttered softly, but it sounded more like he was talking to himself: “That’s possible… I read it in the newspaper… that the kid could take on a dragon single-handedly… at his age, he must have been taught by someone.”

Felix didn't refute this point. Part of magic originates from the heart, and from this perspective, Dumbledore's support for Harry was unprecedented. He pressed his advantage, saying:

"So, it's settled? The two of you will collaborate on a biography of Dumbledore? I know I may not be able to ask you to, and I'm not sure if you can find the time, but I can feel the sincerity flowing through your writing, if you're willing."

“Of course I’d love to!” Dorje exclaimed eagerly. “It would be my honor!” He then hesitated. “Have you spoken to the boy and heard him agree?”

"I was just about to tell him."

Felix stood up, at which point Dogi called out to him. “Mr. Hap, Felix, may I ask why you did this? I know you’ve been busy lately with matters that will affect the fate of the entire wizarding world. What is it that has made you devote so much attention to this?”

"Dumbledore has been very kind to me. And objectively speaking, Dumbledore has truly become a symbol of wizarding. He may have made mistakes, but those mistakes should not be portrayed as evil. Of course, the effects of the rumors have not yet manifested, and could have been delayed as I was doing it because of someone else."

“Harry Potter?” Dorjee guessed, this was the second time he had uttered the name that evening.

“That’s right,” Felix nodded. “He doesn’t yet know the immense fortune he’s acquired, and I must remind him so he doesn’t forget.” With that, he stepped onto the dance floor and through the joyful crowd.

On the other side, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were huddled around a table, watching Luna and her father dance while they ate heartily. They were clearly starving.

"Eat quickly, then we'll go dancing!" Ginny said, her thoughts written all over her face. She looked at the bustling crowd, her gaze suddenly freezing, and whispered, "Oh, look!"

The group looked away from their food and at Professor Hyp approaching. Hermione choked on her champagne, put down her food, quickly wiped her mouth, and sat up much more upright.

“Miss Granger.” Felix nodded to her, sat down in the empty chair next to her, and explained his purpose to Harry.

"You want me to write a biography of Dumbledore?" Harry said blankly, thinking of his unfinished book. The others stared wide-eyed as well.

“It’s you and Ephias Dorgi,” Felix gestured with his chin toward the person opposite him.

Following the professor's directions, Harry saw an old man wearing a small round hat craning his neck and staring intently in their direction.

"...You provide the information, specifying what to say and how much to say, so that you have a clear idea. It will probably take a year and a half, and it may not be able to catch up with the first batch of books for exchange. The Ministry of Magic believes that the selected list should best showcase the wonder of magic, but the matter itself is quite meaningful."

“But Professor,” Harry thought of something else, “I heard the negotiations aren’t going well?”

“Oh, Harry, you need to see beyond the surface,” Felix said with a smile, glancing at Hermione. Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Professor, do you mean the recent slow progress is just a negotiation tactic? Or are we stuck on a key issue?”

“Pretty much. Another reason is that some government officials are being influenced by external forces, and I need to deal with that problem right away,” Felix said tactfully. “I think we shouldn’t discuss such serious topics at the wedding.” He suddenly stopped talking, stood up nimbly, and looked outside.

"What's going on, Professor?" Harry asked. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione looked around, puzzled, but found nothing unusual.

“An unexpected visitor, no big deal, I’ll go check it out,” Felix said, getting up and walking toward the orchard outside the tent. Hermione thought for a moment and followed.

The fruit trees shimmered in the brilliant sunset, and the tent was surrounded by a pleasant pastoral scene. Hermione walked through the crowd and peered out from the edge of the tent for a while, only to find Felix returning with a strange girl. The two walked and talked.

"...Will you treat it as a dream, and close the deal?"

The girl nodded, then looked up timidly and dreamily at everything inside the tent. Felix pointed at her, and her clothes instantly transformed into a beautiful evening gown.

“Go ahead,” Felix encouraged. The girl, lifting her skirt, excitedly entered the tent, stepping onto the golden dance floor and looking around. A bottle of champagne and an empty glass were placed in front of her, jingling. She poured herself a small glass with interest, then searched through the crowd. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she strode off in one direction.

“Professor, she’s… a Muggle?” Hermione asked in surprise.

“She lives in a nearby village where her parents run a flower shop,” Felix said. “Just a few days ago, Fred and George traded a bag of snacks for flowers to use for today’s wedding, and this clever girl took it to heart, looking out from the village entrance every day. But the Weasleys’ house is protected by a spell, and ordinary people can’t find it at all. But she was quite persistent, and after several days of waiting, she unexpectedly saw guests arriving from the distant hills with a Portkey.”

“Oh.” Hermione turned to look at the girl who had disappeared behind the phoenix cake; no one at the wedding had noticed a non-magical person had sneaked in. She turned away, quietly gathering her courage, and was about to speak when Felix cleared his throat. “Um, may I have this dance?”

Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"Since you put it that way," she nodded demurely, extended a hand, and the two walked toward the dance floor.

"By the way, I wanted to ask, what did you see during your time travel?"

Why did you suddenly think of this question?

"Purely out of curiosity."

"A cave filled with stalactites"

"Cough, stop talking," Felix quickly stopped him; that was where he secretly practiced the Killing Curse.

……

The lights were still on in Sword Castle at night.

"Are you ready?" Felix asked. Lupin nodded silently, closed his eyes, and prepared to face his fate. Tonks stood by, his fingers tightly intertwined.

Felix opened his hand, and countless tiny magical runes danced in the air. Then, like weary birds returning to their nests, they turned into a ball of silver moonlight before the other two could react. A chilling roar seemed to echo within the moonlight.

Felix put his hand on Lupin's shoulder.

A strange sensation surged through his body in an instant. He was familiar with this feeling, experiencing it every full moon since he was five years old. Lupin suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, as if they had been blackened. But this time was different from all before. He had just tried to use the 'Reverse Werewolf Transformation' spell on himself, albeit with some difficulty, and had failed several times.

Lupin's head began to deform, his body was stretched, and the tuxedo he hadn't had time to change out of couldn't bear the weight. He let out a low growl, revealing sharp teeth. Tonks covered his mouth and couldn't help but take a step closer, but then all the discordant parts of Lupin's body disappeared, and he returned to human form. When he raised his head again, his eyes were still so sincere and reliable.

Tonks trotted over, grabbed Lupin's hand with great interest, and examined it repeatedly, thoroughly enjoying himself. Then he rolled up Lupin's sleeve to make sure all the brown, stiff hairs that had sprouted on his arm had disappeared before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"We succeeded? The magic worked?" she asked, swallowing hard.

Felix said happily to Lupin and Tonks, "It's a success without a doubt."

"How long can this magic last? Can it last through the night of the full moon?" Tonks' voice sounded somewhat abnormal.

“If we don’t force it, it should be fine,” Felix said.

Tonks cheered excitedly, and Lupin looked at her with a gentle smile. "Let's see what Mom has to say now!" she muttered softly, turning her hair a dazzling gold.

Despite his immense joy, Lupin remained calm and said succinctly, "I've only completed the first step. Next is mastering the werewolf transformation magic, which is to become a werewolf during periods other than a full moon. With the foundation I've built, I think I can master this magic within a month or two."

"Why do this?" Tonks stopped and asked, puzzled. "Why would you willingly become a werewolf?"

Lupin looked at Felix. Felix explained, "To put it simply, the effects of wolfsbane vary from person to person. If an ordinary person is bitten by a werewolf, the wolfsbane will kill that person; but if I am bitten by a werewolf, the wolfsbane won't do me any harm at all, at most it will cause some minor trouble..."

"...Dumbledore was the same. Our bodies and magic have undergone strange changes, and the connection between us has become closer. I call it magical biomorphism. An important sign of this is that no matter how the body changes, the magic can perfectly adapt to the current state. This is very different from the wizards' Animagus."

"The werewolf's transformation is somewhere in between, beyond the capabilities of ordinary wizards, and difficult to control; but it won't completely kill the wizard."

"If Remus masters both the werewolf transformation and reversal methods, he can become familiar with the process while fully conscious. This will help him grasp the most subtle changes within his body, thus clearing the way for learning advanced human transformations. The ultimate effect is to fix this state in the long term."

"You can think of it as a human Animagus transformation specifically designed to counter werewolves."