A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

At this moment, Neville, who was still standing in the same spot, hesitated before speaking.

"Harry, can I come with you to Transfiguration class tomorrow?"

Harry looked at Neville in surprise, but a distant memory was immediately triggered. "Oh, I remember you signed up for the Transfiguration exam last year, so you—"

“It’s done!” Neville said.

Ron sat up abruptly in bed.

What were your test scores?

“Excellent,” Neville whispered.

A series of exclamations echoed through the dormitory.

"That's great!" Harry exclaimed, and the others in the dormitory gathered around Neville to congratulate him. "So, you can start working your way up to Auror again?"

"How did you do that? Transfiguration is probably one of your worst subjects, isn't it?" Seamus asked him.

“I think it was the Animagus that made the difference,” Neville said softly. “During the practical assessment, the examiner said I was ranked at the top.”

"Is the effect really that obvious? I want to try it myself." Seamus was extremely envious. He and Dean had both mastered the Guardian.

“Neville worked very hard and spent a lot of time on it,” Harry recalled. He couldn’t quite remember what Neville was doing during that time, but he vaguely remembered that he was often with Hannah and had borrowed Hermione’s notes.

“To be honest, it’s a bit late now,” Dean said with a hint of regret, “unless you’re planning to stay at school for a year.” They then discussed the matter for a long time, until they went to bed.

"I remember a few years ago there was a Slytherin team captain who was nicknamed 'Gorilla' and stayed on at the school. What was his name again?"

“Marcus.” Harry remembered him vividly.

"That's right, it's him. He only graduated with a certificate for one S-level exam, which was in ancient magical script!"

"Isn't that amazing?"

……

For the next week, Felix stayed at the school, enjoying a rare period of leisure. As he mentioned during a dinner with other professors, after a month of continuous actions, both he and Akinbad needed a break. The International Wizarding Federation wasn't just him; even if he wanted to solve all the problems at once, he couldn't.

With Felix's mediation, the various national ministries of magic did not act rashly (they also wanted to wait for the outcome of the British negotiations), but they still reached a consensus on two things. The first was naturally to follow the example of the British Ministry of Magic and form a pan-magical alliance in their respective regions. Felix spoke with Ms. Burns, and she immediately decided to send six experienced teams. The local Future World Company branch would also cooperate with them as much as possible.

The second matter was equally significant: preparing for the convening of the International Federation of Wizards' Congress.

Just as wizarding representatives from various countries gathered three hundred years ago to draft the Law of Secrecy, a new legal framework will be established. Besides the few remaining members of the International Wizarding Federation working diligently on preparations, high-ranking officials from the magic ministries of various countries are also working towards this goal.

A week later, after a short rest, Felix left the school. The memory in classroom number seven was realistic enough to replace him in teaching, and for a wizard—especially for him—distance was not a problem; he could even return to school for lunch every day.

When I saw Akinbad again, he was staring blankly at the huge world map on the wall with a distressed expression.

“Here, here, and these places…” He tapped the African continent section a dozen times and said, “They’ve all been taken over by Grindelwald. He’s chosen a new generation of young saints and replaced the loose organizational structure. Some small groups of wizards who tried to rebel or break free from his control have been crushed.”

“The changes over there are much more radical, they’re practically in full swing,” Akinbad said.

Felix wasn't surprised at all, because it was his own doing. He dug up the Grindelwald Code from the ruins of history, picked out the parts that were still relevant to the times, and even some of them were radical, and implemented them. Through his efforts, Grindelwald's name was now very famous, and all sorts of analytical reports about him were on his desk.

Meanwhile, as a representative of sorcererism (similar to nationalism), Grindelwald gained a large following, which plunged Akimbad into deep fear and doubt.

“Grindelwald is smarter and more dangerous than we think! Instead of standing by, he’s trying to break free from the constraints of the ‘unbreakable oath.’ He’s chosen the most chaotic Africa, breaking all the rules in the name of saving wizards—I know what you’re going to say,” he told Felix. “Even if he’s sincere, and he arrogantly believes himself to be the chosen one to save wizards from their doom—you can’t deny that his power is expanding rapidly.”

“I don’t deny it,” Felix said.

"So--"

“Since we can’t take care of that place for the time being, why not leave it to him? Don’t you also think some of his measures are very meaningful? According to your analysis, Grindelwald’s real purpose is to streamline the more than two hundred loose wizarding community management organizations into more than twenty institutions similar to the Ministry of Magic… In the future, the wizarding cohesion in that land will be higher, and management will be more convenient.”

"But he will use the unified army of wizards to fight against us!"

“There’s an oath binding him…” Felix couldn’t remember how many times he’d brought up this reason, but perhaps he’d said it too often lately. Akinbad was still staring at him, so Felix had no choice but to change his tune. “Alright, I’ll step in if necessary to ensure the two are united.”

“How is this possible?” Akinbad exclaimed.

“The situation is constantly changing, anything can happen,” Felix interrupted him, speaking seriously. “At this stage, Grindelwald has little impact on us; on the contrary, his presence can deter some people with ill intentions—more so than I can.”

“Ah, if only he were on our side,” Akinbad sighed, a wistful glint in his eyes. “He wouldn’t just be a sinner who single-handedly overturned the Secret Law and devastated the magical world, but… but…”

what is it then?

Akinbad couldn't quite put it into words; he wasn't saying these things to defend Grindelwald, but rather out of regret and sorrow.

After realizing he had been tricked, he wanted nothing more than to smash that hateful, cunning old face with his fists. This thought lingered in his mind for weeks, and even after learning that Grindelwald intended to make Africa his own territory, it not only didn't diminish but became even stronger. In his eyes, this was a complete act of dividing factions and splitting the wizarding world, a carefully orchestrated conspiracy by an ambitious person.

Unfortunately, Akinbad could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything. He couldn't even return to Africa to see his homeland for himself. He feared that not only would he not see anyone, but he would also be defeated by a few nameless people who believed in Grindelwald's ideals, become a prisoner, be brought before Grindelwald, and be ridiculed in person.

Felix, the only one capable of protecting him, firmly disagreed with rushing to Africa, instead focusing his attention on Europe and the Americas. More accurately, he even temporarily set aside the Americas, which Akinbad resented, suspecting that he was afraid to face Grindelwald.

But Akinbad had to admit one fact:

From a purely utilitarian perspective, Felix's actions were beyond reproach; in fact, their correctness became increasingly apparent over time. He didn't rush into conflict with Grindelwald or flaunt his power (something that Arkinbad found utterly unbelievable); nor did he waste time dealing with the near-unsolvable mess in America. Instead, he raced against time to rebuild the prestige of the International Wizarding Federation.

After a month, the federation was no longer an empty shell.

The above are the views of Arkinbard and a portion of the wizarding community. If it were Felix, his thoughts would be completely different—indeed, no one could possibly imagine that Grindelwald and Felix, two people who stirred up storms and had such different personalities, were essentially two sides of the same coin.

Through Felix's deliberate actions, Africa has become almost an independent kingdom.

His actions were entirely consistent with Grindelwald's usual behavior, and even Vita Rozier, the only one who knew the truth, sometimes couldn't help but wonder: Was it Felix impersonating Grindelwald, or was it Grindelwald impersonating Felix Heap?

At least in her view, Grindelwald's ideas are eroding the minds and living space of African sorcerers in a gentle way, growing like wildfire in the past month.

"If it weren't for his health, he could very well have shone brightly in this era. Of course, if that were the case, it would mean that he and I would be completely on opposite sides."

"Felix said with emotion. As he spoke these words, he had just single-handedly defeated a wizarding group that had been growing stronger in the chaos. At that moment, more than fifty wizards lay on the ground, looking up at him angrily.

Felix waved his hand casually, and the new generation of saints took over the place with their heads held high and in an orderly manner.

"So whose ideas do you lean towards more? Grindelwald's or Dumbledore's?" Rozier asked in a low voice.

“What ideas?” Felix countered. “I’m here to solve problems.”

Chapter 712 Providing Support for the Publicization of Magic

That day, Felix, wearing Grindelwald's face, delivered a victory speech that would dominate all the news in Africa for the next two weeks, and even spread to the non-magical world due to the unique chaos in Africa.

Afterwards, Felix returned to the Federation headquarters, where Akinbad excitedly told him some news.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, the significant International Confederation of Wizards (ICWA) General Assembly will be held in early October. Ms. Burns will represent the IWA in recounting the achievements and significance of the series of initiatives undertaken over the past three months, as well as the results of their negotiations with the Muggle government.

Naturally, the purpose of the conference is to discuss a law with the significance of a secrecy law, to arrive at various fundamental principles, and to have the national ministries of magic implement them accordingly. It may take several weeks, but the benefits are obvious—

The wizards will reunite as one.

What gives Arkinbad the most confidence is that Felix Heap, one of only two archmages still active on the world stage, will ensure that the law is enforced.

In the afternoon, Felix went to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry again to meet with Mrs. Maxime as a member of the board of directors. They had actually met not long ago at Bill and Fleur's wedding, but Mrs. Maxime insisted on inviting him to Beauxbatons.

"Could there be a problem with the scholarship?" Felix asked. He hadn't taken stock of Nick Lemakin's assets, but estimated they could last for another one or two hundred years.

“The goblins of Gringotts transfer a sum of money to the school’s treasury every year,” Mrs. Maxime said, her face not looking too good. “They will send you the relevant information.”

“I may have overlooked it,” Felix said calmly. “I receive so many letters every year. So that’s not the reason?”

"of course not."

"Why is that?"

“Felix, you are a member of the Board of Trustees of Beauxbatons School, but you have missed three board meetings,” Mrs. Maxim said in a low voice, her chest heaving.

“I haven’t forgotten this identity.” Felix said immediately and seriously, “I asked you before, and Nick doesn’t care about anything, so I’m the same as him and don’t plan to get involved in the school’s specific affairs.”

“That’s a different matter, Felix,” Mrs. Maxime protested. “Mr. Lemaître lived for hundreds of years, and his concept of time is different from ours. We wouldn’t easily disturb him… But you’re only in your twenties. How am I supposed to tell the students that the school board is turning a blind eye to such a major event?”

……

"So I stayed at Beauxbatons School, wandered around, gave a few students some magic pointers, and finally had a meal with them in the dining hall—and it worked surprisingly well. The only slightly awkward thing was that they called me 'Mr. Apple,' but that was how it was." That evening in the new vice-principal's office, Felix told Ms. Burns, "I can probably guess what Mrs. Maxim was thinking: to play the mascot and put people at ease. Maybe she also planned to call me over to help if any problems arose."

“She’s a responsible headmistress,” Ms. Burns said. “It may seem like an overreaction to you, but maintaining her relationship with you is quite important to her. Otherwise, why would so many Ministry of Magic send people to the Federation because of you?”

Felix hesitated for a moment. He knew the reason, of course, but he joked, "I thought it was my excellent speaking skills that came into play."

Ms. Burns' lips curled up slightly, as if she was amused by the statement.

“Yes, Grindelwald controls a third of the African wizarding world, and that’s probably why.” After a moment of joking, she said seriously, “Felix, the Muggle government has proposed a collaboration to produce an official document—something beyond just informing the public about the progress of our negotiations—and I want you involved. This will be the first document that is mutually recognized and approved, and it’s very significant, given your extensive experience in this area.”

Felix almost forgot that he also had the title of author, although it wasn't a bestseller, it was definitely a perfect fit for his profession.

He thought for a moment and asked, "What stage has the project reached so far?"

"The pace has accelerated significantly compared to before, but there are still too many details to confirm," Ms. Burns said. "However, we are facing not only a relatively stable domestic environment—although there are opponents, they don't affect the overall situation—but also a lack of influence over international public opinion, plus various miscellaneous organizations; the factors that could affect the peace talks are countless. The tacit understanding we have reached during this period is to produce something that satisfies both sides as soon as possible to avoid any unexpected events..."

"As for other issues, write them all down in the memo and refine them later. Just like the secrecy law wasn't always what it is now..."

She briefly outlined the recent progress of the negotiations, then extended the invitation again. Felix accepted.

night.

Felix was reading the documents left by Ms. Burns at his desk. Many of the important issues had been discussed beforehand, but some had progressed while others still had disagreements, and he needed to catch up.

The office lights were still on, and the small gold clock on the desk pointed to twelve. Felix looked up and saw Valen dozing at his small desk. He smiled slightly and wrapped it in the velvet blanket.

In late September, a book exceeding two hundred pages was published and released. Media outlets and publishers in both societies mobilized fully, ensuring the book was immediately on countless desks, repeatedly studied. Some of its content was concisely summarized in newspapers, sparking heated discussions and generating waves of public opinion with every page.

In reality, it's less of a negotiated treaty and more of a political white paper on witchcraft issued by the authorities—at least many journalists privately compare it to government reports. It represents the positions of both sides, primarily stating facts and current negotiating achievements, along with future initiatives and expectations.

Some of the important points mentioned above may serve as the basis for the actions of both parties in the future, and may be expanded into laws concerning related issues.

"The book, *Promoting the Openness of Magic*, is divided into three parts. Part 1 is further divided into three chapters, which respectively explain the significance of the cooperation between the two sides, briefly describe the history of wizarding, and the historical intersection between the two sides," Hermione said in one breath. She ran her finger across the table of contents, flipped to a page, read for a while, then looked up with a complex expression and said, "The person in charge of the negotiations must have put in a tremendous amount of effort and racked their brains—"

“But it’s so dry to read,” Ron said. “I had the feeling of reading a textbook on the history of magic.”

“That’s its characteristic, isn’t it? Trying to avoid personal bias,” Hermione said. “But actually, the real viewpoints are cleverly hidden, no, they are presented to you directly.”

Harry looked at her. Two months ago, he might not have understood her words, but recently he had a new understanding of them.

“Wait a minute—” He took the book from Hermione, flipped to Chapter 3, quickly glanced at the subheadings, looked up thoughtfully, and said, “I think I understand what you mean. Every word in this book represents the result of the delegation’s efforts.”

Hermione nodded.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked impatiently.

“Look at this,” Harry said, pointing to a page. “1917—” “That was during World War I,” Hermione interjected. “—Uh, yes,” Harry continued, “a small town where the witch Noah Lyda lived. Oh, and her background was a bit unusual; she was originally English, but later married a Frenchwoman…”

“Bill and Fleur?” Ron tried to recall a similar example, “except the relationship was reversed.”

Hermione warned him not to interrupt. Harry continued, "And this, when the Ministry of Magic repelled wizards from a rival nation, including taking control of an army of dragons, hey, this mentions Mr. Scamander, who did a great job." His tone was somewhat excited.

Ron gradually realized what was going on. "It sounds like we contributed? But aren't wizards supposed to stay out of Muggle wars?"