Felix politely and resolutely rejected the communication request made by the current dean of St Mungo, "Sorry, one morning a week is the limit of my free time, and I have to take time to summarize the treatment plan of the Longbottoms. "
Standing at the entrance of the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, Felix revealed the latest treatment progress to the old lady Longbottom, "Up to three treatments, they will reach the critical value of recovery.
At that time, I will tie Frank and Alice's emotions together to tie their memory recovery process together.
As long as one's self-recovery ability is stimulated, the other will also benefit. "
The old lady Longbottom entangled her hands. She suppressed the excitement in her heart and asked rationally: "There will be no accidents, will this tie drag the other one down?"
Felix smiled and said, "Don’t worry, Mrs. Longbottom. If it’s two strangers, this is really wrong, but Frank and Alice are different. After so long of treatment, I’m pretty sure that they are each other. The most important person in life..."
After separating from the old lady Longbottom, he stopped by to take a trip to Diagon Alley. The L.C.A building has now been completely renewed. The surface of the dilapidated and old building is painted in bright rainbow colors, constantly attracting the attention of passers-by.
On the newly erected plaque, a little boy holding the small window of the Ferris wheel smiled happily.
He could still see several seven or eight-year-old children next to them pointing at the huge plaque, hanging themselves in the arms of their parents, screaming excitedly.
‘It looks like Andis and Dobby are doing well. ’
The foyer on the first floor was repurposed. When Felix walked into the building, a young witch greeted him, "Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Andis." Felix said briefly.
"you are--"
"Felix Haipu, the shareholder of this company."
The young witch's eyes lit up, "Mr. Haipu, please go up here to the third floor. Mr. Andes greeted him. No matter the time, you can go to him directly."
"Isn't his room on the second floor?"
"The second floor has been changed to a production office. There are 20 skilled painters in it, all of whom were old employees of L.C.A Comics Publishing House." The witch introduced.
"Do you know very clearly?"
"My father used to work for Mr. Andes' grandfather, but then the publishing house went from bad to worse, and many people left. Now it's good, the company is revitalized, and quite a few people have been invited back." The witch said cheerfully.
Felix nodded. He was led to a long and narrow office on the third floor. Andis was full of scum and was discussing enthusiastically with an old wizard. He stared and shouted: "We need to speed up. Progress! Publishing houses from three more countries have come to seek cooperation."
The old wizard also replied in a loud voice, "Insufficient manpower, Little Andes! I also hope to speed up the progress, but skilled painters are hard to find. I have gathered old staff as much as possible."
"We can cultivate ourselves."
"A good way, but distant water can't save near fire."
When they finished talking, Felix stepped forward, Andis's eyes lit up, opened his arms and hugged him fiercely. He complained, "Oh, my God, our great hero, the shareholders of the University of Foreign Studies, are finally willing to come over. Take a look!"
"Honestly, how long have you not taken a shower?" Felix took a step back subconsciously, the smell was too irritating, and he gave Andis a clean up. "I don't care. Isn't it Dobby? He can represent me. By the way, how about others?"
"Downstairs, he has several jobs, and he works hard...Where did you find the house elf, please introduce me to one too."
"Don't be kidding." Felix shook his head, "I'm here today to see if you are in trouble and if you need my help."
"You saw it too," Andis shrugged. "Insufficient staffing is the biggest problem. Unless you can find a large number of employees."
"Are there any specific requirements?"
"Experienced and skilled painters are of course the best. If we don't have one, we can train ourselves, but we have to work hard... After all, this job is a bit boring."
Felix thought for a while and called Dobby over.
Dobby is still wearing his little suit, but his mental outlook is very different. "Great and generous Mr. Haipu!" he screamed excitedly.
Felix automatically translated his words into greetings, "You are also good, Dobby." He said with a serious face: "Listen, Dobby, I have an idea. I need you to advise me."
"I am happy to serve you, it is an honor for Dobby!"
Felix paused. He still didn't adapt to the elf's speaking style: "The publishing house currently lacks manpower. I want to ask you, do you still know some house-elves, who don't have a master?"
Dobby glanced at him entangledly, his big tennis eyes filled with hesitation, he twisted his body nervously, "Yes, sir. Some..."
"Is there any obstacle?" Felix asked calmly.
"Their condition is not very good. For house elves, losing their owner means losing everything. They are often hit hard and depressed."
"Dobby, can you persuade them to work for me?"
Dobby's eyes widened. "Okay? Dobby has been thinking...Oh, Dobby is too greedy, but Dobby has been hesitant to mention it all this time..."
Felix laughed, "They work for me and I pay them. It sounds fair."
His thoughts don't stop there. From the previous conversations with Andis, he found that Dobby’s position is a bit awkward, and it is difficult for the elves to directly command the wizards-they are usually commanded, so Dobby is more of an aid Work, or be temporarily taken out by Andis to act as a facade, dealing with wizards of the pure-blood family.
This is not what he wants.
"Dobby," Felix looked at him seriously, "You help me find those free elves, whether they are wild or expelled, I don't care. You are responsible for persuading them. Pian brought them to see me. If there is no problem, they can get a formal job, and all of them will be managed by you."
Dobby blinked his big eyes and nodded vigorously, tears in his eyes filled with excitement——
"Dobby, Dobby is an honor!"
This made Felix feel a little strange.
‘It’s just about getting what you need. For repetitive tasks, elves are perfectly capable of doing it. And using Dobby to manage other house elves is even more accomplished. ’
...
At three o'clock in the afternoon in the snow, Felix came to Hogsmeade's Pig's Head Bar.
The bar hidden in the alley doesn't look very eye-catching, and the pig's head sign creaks and sways in the cold wind.
Standing at the door, Felix wearing a cloak, hood and mask couldn't help but want to laugh. Why did he always think of this place first when he mentioned underground trading?
Maybe it’s because the guests here are very popular to hide their faces?
The Pig’s Head Bar is equivalent to a semi-public black market. The owner of the bar doesn’t care much and allows some unseen transactions to be carried out here. It is even possible to use this indulgence as a way of soliciting guests.
He also saw the dementor's figure from a distance, two of them in a group, constantly patrolling back and forth.
But something hilarious is that some dementors are obviously shorter than their companions.
"I didn't expect to encounter familiar monsters..."