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The next morning, heavy rain poured down and lightning flashed across the dark sky from time to time.

Felix stood in front of the window, watching the rain falling down like curtains, blurring the forbidden forest in the distance. In his right hand, he held a palm-sized, colorless and transparent spherical vortex. In the vortex, a reduced dementor was swirling lightly.

After a long while, he returned to the room, the vortex gradually dissipated, his hand was slightly glowing with silver, and he directly grabbed the dementor.

Fiddled with it for a long time, and slipped it into the ring.

...

In class, the mood of the little wizards was affected by the weather, and was obviously a little depressed, especially when Felix asked them to submit their homework. From the window, he saw a group of students lining up to go to the greenhouse for herbal medicine class under the heavy rain. A hapless student fell into the muddy water, but was immediately washed away by the rain.

"Okay, classmates," Felix looked at the fourth-graders in the audience, "I put together the 227 ancient magic texts you need to master this school year into sentences, so your next task is obvious— —"

"I need you to remember these seventeen sentences firmly."

Felix said uncertainly: "It shouldn't be difficult, at least it's easy for me. We start from the first sentence and explain it, all of which are learned..."

At noon, Felix heard a lot of interesting anecdotes while dining in the auditorium.

It’s only a few days since the Quidditch final. It’s this Saturday. This is also the day when he and Sirius have an appointment. The two favorites to win the championship, Slytherin and Gryffindor, are also in the same situation, except for watching When Wood praised the superb performance of the firebolt, and often saw a little girl standing on a big snake passing by with magnificence, the little wizards who came and went paid their attention.

However, within a few days, several senior Ravenclaw students "accidentally" passed the clearing with the seven-foot-long eagle, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

The little wizards of Hufflepuff are relatively low-key, which may be related to their early withdrawal from this year's trophy battle-they lost to the Ravenclaw team in a crucial game.

However, this did not affect the enthusiasm of the little badgers. Within two days of the loss, their captain took the lead in supporting the Ravenclaw team and declared that they were in a very good state and were a strong contender for the championship.

In addition, Harry’s patron saint, Felix burning the dementor, and Minister of Magic Fudge left school embarrassed and called it the hottest topic. Picking any one of them will lead to several minutes of discussion, Felic Si saw a Hufflepuff student and his companion arguing whether Fudge would take the blame and resign. They forgot to eat and had to rush to potions class with two pies.

‘Severus’ nose is very good, if he finds it...’ Felix shook his head, and secretly wrote down what the student looked like, ready to see if he would be confined.

In the afternoon, Dumbledore brought back Sirius’ innocence, “The wanted order has been withdrawn, but I don’t expect the Ministry of Magic to publicize his mistakes with great fanfare. Hao Qi’s case was also accepted by Wissengamer. In addition, there is also Barkerbek’s verdict."

Felix glanced at the conclusion at the bottom of the official document, "Injured by accident, and fined five hundred gallons." He smiled slightly, "This time the Ministry of Magic is very efficient, but it has been delayed for a long time."

Dumbledore blinked. "I said to Fudge, you are Hagrid's defender... he let it go right away."

But he immediately said in a deep voice: "Based on what I know about Fudge, this is only a temporary compromise. I don't want you to contempt him because of his clumsy behavior in the past two days. His advantage is not in strength. ."

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded seriously. What happened yesterday, in the final analysis, was that he showed great strength, and he also had reason, and Fudge could not please either side, so he quickly compromised.

But I really thought that he was scared by his own strength, and from then on, he used his strength to coerce the opponent, and it was easy to cause resentment and trouble.

Fudge was really anxious. He couldn't directly think of sending out all the Aurors and strikers. Do you want Felix to become a demon king and slaughter the magic world? Don't even think about this kind of thing, Dumbledore would not agree to it first.

So now that Fudge has released his kindness, Felix has to appreciate it, even though he feels uncomfortable.

If what happened yesterday had any impact on him, it would make him more eager to make some changes, not to change himself, but to change everything he sees before him. He is like a painter, seeing the stains on the drawing paper. There was an urge in my heart to make the stains become more beautiful pictures.

In the evening, there was an unfinished letter on the table, at the very beginning it was like this-

‘Dear Andis, I have seriously considered your previous suggestion and thought that I should participate more actively. I am going to form a company--’

The letter came to an abrupt end here, the ink traces were already dry, and even fainted due to the humid air outside, enough to see how long Felix had been thinking about.

"Still wait, think carefully..."

Felix crumpled the parchment into a ball and gently popped it out. The parchment turned into a flame bird and rushed out the window, turning into strands of ashes.

"I think you can do it as soon as you think. Anyway, you can leave the matter to others." A voice said.

Felix raised his head and looked at a portrait on the wall. The original blank frame had an image of a young man with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a dragon skin cloak, and it was Felix himself.

It was a portrait hung at the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. He complained: “The dean hung me next to a Medieval tuberculosis wizard. He would observe the blemishes on the faces of everyone in the past and try I've beaten him three times before giving advice, but it's a pity that the persistence is written all over his mind, it's not right, he doesn't have any mind..."

Felix looked at his portrait, with a weird sense of absurdity in his heart: "I think you are quite ridiculous now."

"I was holding back too hard..." The person in the portrait stretched out his hand at him, "Hey, listen to me, I found an interesting fact."

"What is it?"

"I can sneak into Dumbledore's office. Do you remember the day the Longbottoms were cured? Dumbledore said that he was notified by Dalys Delt, and I found her. She agreed to borrow her. So I went to Dumbledore’s principal’s office and chatted with previous principals, and of course, Dumbledore himself."

"What did you talk to Dumbledore?"

"Don't worry, my mouth is very strict, and you didn't tell me the most crucial secret." The person in the portrait rolled his eyes, and Felix regretted making his portrait so lively.

"... He asked me if I like sweets, and he said that he could suggest you draw me a candy house. It's really interesting. Why did you forget to draw food in the first place? Even a bunch of grapes is good..."

Felix: "...Shut up you."

The portrait made a zipper-up motion and was about to leave with a grin. He looked a lot more cheerful than Felix himself. "I still suggest you do whatever you want, don't think about it." He The figure disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank photo frame, looked at it for a long time, unfolded a piece of parchment, thinking about writing a job advertisement, and then rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to take time Mail it to the Daily Prophet.

The next two days were lacklustre, and until Saturday morning, Felix was ready to enter 12 Grimmauld Place from the fireplace.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, he was walking around the house anxiously, his eyes lit up when he saw Felix.

"You finally came!"

"This is your proof of innocence, take it." Felix handed him the official document of the Ministry of Magic.

Sirius took a look, lost interest, and threw it on the sofa, "I'll call Kreacher, Kreacher!"

A house elf suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Is he going too?" Felix asked in surprise.

"He insisted--" Sirius shrugged.

Kreacher held out his chest proudly. "No one knows it better than I."