Chapter 274： Vanity Fair

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Coming out of Filch’s office, Felix is ​​still thinking about what Lupin wants to get back. He only knows that this item is related to when he was in school, and it is very likely to involve Black or Peter Pettigrew. Secret.

After removing Filch’s subjective filter, he got two more useful news: First, Lupin and the others didn’t care that the thing was confiscated—at least on the surface they didn’t care, but now Lupin is trying to get it back. ; The second is that this thing has been lost, because it has been so long, it is difficult to find out who took it.

Many of the little wizards who were prohibited have already graduated.

Without key information, Felix could only write it down secretly and save it for later use. He came all the way to Hagrid's hut. Hagrid was clearing the snow in the pumpkin patch at the back of the house, and he surrounded him happily, running before and after.

A gray eagle-headed horse with wings was tethered not far away. When it saw Felix approaching, it clicked its sharp beak like a blade, and followed his footsteps.

"Hagrid!" Felix yelled from a distance, and patted Buckbeak's sharp beak. It was already very familiar with Felix, raised his head and snorted, then squinted his eyes to enjoy his touch.

The burly man straightened up and stuck his shovel on the ground. He strode over and said beamingly: "Felix, Mr. Scamander wrote back. He did it! The case was shot back for retrial!"

Felix nodded, "This is what I came for. I also received a reply, Hagrid, we need to do something now."

"Do something?" Hagrid stared at him, repeating suspiciously.

"Yes," Felix replied in an affirmative tone, "The Buckbeak case was beaten back, and then it was redistributed. It may be ten days and a half months back and forth. This period of time is not for us to wait. ..."

He looked at Hagrid’s puzzled expression and sighed, “If there is no allocation, it means that there is no qualitativeness. The situation is strong against us. If we can pay a fine instead, this matter is likely to end early. ."

Hagrid woke up, "So...the hearing, the trial, are all these things gone?"

"The premise is that we must actively participate." Felix said seriously, "My suggestion is to go to the Ministry of Magic and ask about the progress of the incident. If possible, submit a fine. Even if it doesn't work, it should be based on the nature of the case. Arguing for reasons: This is not a tamed magical creature that suddenly loses control and hurts people, but an accident caused by improper teaching operations."

He finally looked at Hagrid and said, “The initiative cannot fall into the hands of people. If the Ministry of Magic’s focus is not whether Buckbeak is guilty, but the size of the crime, we will fall into a very passive situation.”

"Then I'll go to the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon!" Hagrid said excitedly. He looked at Buckbeak outside the window and said happily, "Have you heard, Buckbeak, we see the light..."

With the advent of February, Felix found that he was interacting more and more frequently with the outside world. He understood Ms. Dorothea Boham, Bellby, and the Longbottoms, but he continued to rely on them. The pen pals who exchanged letters also wrote to him one after another.

In the letter, they expressed their congratulations to him. Felix waited quietly. Within two days, three exquisite official letters were sent to him on the same day, one from the Saint Mungo Magic Medical Association, although the name had a "Saint Mungo" in it, but In fact, it has little to do with the Saint Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. At most, it can be said that it was established in memory of the same person-Mungo Boham.

The St. Mungo Magic Medical Association, similar to the Wizarding Court Wizengamau, is a circle of top healers gathered together, except that the members of this association are more closely connected, and it has its own academic journal "Bezoar And Baixian.

In the official letter, it enthusiastically praised Felix’s outstanding contributions to the cause of magical medicine. It emphasized two points. One was to ask Felix to name his treatment plan; the other was to grant him a “sage”. Mungo Medical Badge' and invited him to become a member of the Magic Medical Association.

Regarding the former, he really couldn't think of any good names, so he simply followed the conventional naming method and set it as Haipu Memory Therapy. And the latter, Felix also gladly accepted and replied a thank-you letter.

The second official letter is from the Saint Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. The letter introduces the clinical application data of his treatment plan. The current effect is outstanding, and it also has a good effect on some stubborn memory impairment. The current dean invited him to complete a magic portrait. , This is "the honor of every pioneer".

Felix could hardly imagine his portrait being hung up. However, thinking that each portrait is equivalent to an eye and ear, the slight discomfort in his heart immediately disappeared. He asked in the letter whether the portrait could be completed by himself. Saint Mungo only needs to provide some dimensions.

The last official letter comes from the Wisengamao management agency of the Ministry of Magic. The wording above is serious, announcing that he has been nominated as a candidate for the Medal of Sir Merlin, and he is required to provide information in accordance with the attached table for review by all Wisengamao members. use.

Felix followed suit one by one. This is the process that everyone who earns the Merlin Medal in the academic field must follow, and it was the same for Bell than last year.

His name began to appear frequently in newspapers, and the "Daily Prophet" used a large page for three days to introduce his outstanding contributions, including his deeds in France and revisiting old things, and said that "this is a belated honor."

When dining in the auditorium, he could always find the little wizards of Hogwarts carrying all kinds of newspaper clippings and whispering in the corner. In addition to the newspaper reasons, it was also related to the fact that he had received various owl letters recently. Felix was determined to impose a shielding curse on himself, but this kind of thing can only be thought of.

One afternoon, Professor McGonagall brought a young witch with a weird expression. She introduced: "This is a reporter from The Witcher Weekly. She is going to interview you..."

After the regular interview reporters began to direct him to pose in various poses. Felix felt like a doll. After taking more than a dozen photos, he resolutely stopped this behavior.

The female reporter said with a sad look: "We can take better pictures, Mr. Haipu, you will become a strong contender for this year's "Most Charming Smile Award"..."

Felix shuddered, "Sorry, I didn't have this idea." He ended the interview hastily, and while dining with Snape, he couldn't help but sighed, "I haven't had time to do research lately. Vanity Fair is also an arena~"

Snape scoffed at his thoughts.

It wasn't until the beginning of February that Felix finally stopped. At this time, the ice and snow gradually melted, and the open space at the entrance of the castle was full of vitality unknowingly.

The little wizards took off their thick winter clothes and cloaks, took off their scarves, and sat in groups by the lake on the south side of the castle, lazily basking in the sun, watching the giant squid swim in the lake.

In this laid-back atmosphere, Valentine's Day has arrived.