Chapter 442： grateful

The road back to the castle from the Black Lake was full of laughter. Felix estimated that they would occupy the auditorium for a celebration as last time. The only difference is that the warriors from several other schools also followed the crowd towards the direction of the castle.

"Our goal has been achieved, hasn't it?" Bagman said, standing next to him. "Let the students experience the meaning of cooperation in the competition."

"It doesn't seem to come from your mouth." Felix smiled slightly.

"Oh, okay... Actually it's Barty's speech. I got it out of his office." Bagman explained in a low voice, "I'm not very good at these, but if you need a lively atmosphere... let's say Let's get back to business." He suddenly became uneasy.

"It's about that... what do you call the magic projector?" He faltered and looked into the distance. The students lined up along the marble steps into the castle. From time to time, they heard some "cracking" explosions, or from someone A red spark was shot from the tip of his rod.

The projection screen on the shore of the Black Lake stood in place, and several workers from the "Future World" circled around it. These projection screens will be dismantled and put into a temporary warehouse until they are used next time.

"Yes." Felix said. In fact, there is not much difference between a magic phonograph and a magic projector. The magic used is similar, but Felix hopes that the projector can show ordinary movies.

He looked at Bagman, and Bagman wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I know that the "Future World" company has been authorized to sell the images of the second project..."

Felix nodded slightly and said calmly: "There is indeed this plan. The competition will bring no less topics than the Quidditch World Cup, and there is no worry about sales. The only problem is that Remus is trying to do the projector. Be more refined. In Kremy’s words, it’s more magical..."

"I can persuade the Ministry of Magic to promote these images." Bagman said, his forehead was soaked intensively with sweat and looked shiny in the sun. "Used to persuade Fudge... his life has been difficult recently. He has miscalculated. No one cares whether the Ministry of Magic has facilitated an international potion cooperation under his leadership. People want to know something more exciting and eye-catching. Information, such as the competition. A colleague of mine told me that other countries have reproduced a lot of our reports."

"I am not going to change the contract"

"Oh, of course not. It won't affect you. I just make a suggestion. Fudge will agree. He hopes to divert the public's attention." Bagman said slowly, "You know, the ministry recently Rumors spread...the Dark Mark...Old Barty was arrested, Scrimgeour had big opinions..."

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"Don't be disappointed, Hermione, we must have fun for a while." Ron said happily.

Fleur and her companion had just left, and she came over to express her gratitude to Harry. She kissed Harry twice on the cheek, and Ron was greatly envious. Then the warriors of Vagado separated from the crowd and admired Harry's wonderful patron saint.

Captain Nona Leibert also gave Harry a talisman, which looked like some kind of hollow knot woven from leaves and branches.

"It can bless you." Nona said vowedly.

The other two warriors of Vagado stood beside her, like guards. It was the first time Harry had been so close to them, and he suddenly realized that all three of them were so tall.

Harry took the knot and murmured, "Thank you." Then he hung it on his clothes.

"Looks great." Nona said with a smile, and they turned and left.

What happened after that made the three of them overwhelmed. One by one, the warriors looked for opportunities to be alone with them just to say a few words. Even the somber and shrewd-looking Graves took the initiative to talk to him. Harry hadn't been very good to his senses before, because he had tried to attack Hermione with powerful magic, but it was rare that he took the initiative to speak to them.

"What day is today?" Ron asked, staring.

"It should be the credit of Harry's patron saint." Hermione thought for a while and gave an answer.

"But, I used a magic." Harry said with wide eyes. "They looked at my expression as if I did something amazing..."

"Oh, that's different, Harry." Hermione looked at him, half admiration and regret in her eyes.

Harry looked back a little unclearly.

"At the end of the game, everyone is exhausted. If it weren't for your patron saint, they might have been caught back by the mermaid. That is a very different evaluation of success and failure," Hermione said. "I I think this is why they are grateful to you."

"So," Ron was taken aback. "We would have had a chance to leave everyone behind in the second project?"

"It's just a possibility." Hermione said with a stern face, "I guess if this is the case, the other teams might get at most half their current points, but that's all speculation. After all, Harry has made a choice."

Harry scratched his head, he didn't think so much, he just thought he had to do something in that situation, not to mention Cedric and the others in it. Hermione's words made him blush, but at this moment the Fred and Weasley twins passed in front of them, he winked at them and followed.

"Hello, Mr. Bagman...can we buy you a drink?" Fred and George stood up and said grinningly.

"Oh, uh, kids... well, let's talk over there..." Bagman said, leaving Fred and George in a hurry, almost colliding with Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were following behind. They slowed down tacitly and raised their ears to inquire.

"I'll get a sum of money soon, when? It's today. So don't worry, kids!" Bagman raised his voice, and then he disappeared into the auditorium with the twins.

"Guess them, Professor." Hermione said, looking at Felix.

Harry and Ron also said hello. Felix nodded at them, smiled and said, "Congratulations." He pointedly said, "You will be famous for this game."

"Is it in the newspaper?" Ron asked with interest. "I saw a lot of reporters coming, but they only made a circle when we came out of the black lake, and then they aimed the camera at those distinguished ones. The guest here." He added sharply.

"Maybe more." Felix said with a smile, "Maybe you will have letters from your own fans... I guess, in a month or two?"

Harry left without thinking.

Near the evening, Sirius knocked on the door of the office fiercely, "Felix, I want to borrow your fireplace. I almost forgot. I promised to go back to school to organize the equipment. Old Vernal can't handle it alone... …"

"How is school life?" Felix asked him, sitting behind the chair.

"That's it," Sirius said vaguely, grabbing a puff of Floo powder and sprinkling it in the fireplace, "Those mischievous students... everywhere, sometimes I really want to knock them on the head with a magic wand. "

"Maybe this is exactly what Dumbledore was worried about." Felix said.

Sirius stared at him, froze for a while, and yelled: "You mean he is worried about me beating a student? I won't be too"

"I didn't say anything Felix looked at him with a smile, and said in a teasing tone, "But you definitely can't think of yourself as a student anymore, maybe you like the title of Kid King ? Want to be the head of Gryffindor College? "

Sirius made a rude gesture and disappeared into the rising green flames.

Felix retracted his attention and stared at the magic book on the table.

It lay there quietly, flashing every few seconds, as if breathing in a rhythm. He doesn't know whether to breathe, but he knows one thing, this book is indeed growing.

At the beginning, he just wanted to organize the magic texts he had learned. For convenience and habit, he chose the shape of the book. In the beginning, the book of magic text was completely illusory, without any substance. Later, there was a first page and a second page.

Felix whispered: "In fact, I should have thought of it long ago. The number is meaningless. My understanding of ancient magic texts constitutes the skeleton of the book. When each magic text is filled in, these magic texts will spontaneously search for the optimal arrangement. Way... Finally it's time to harvest."

His index finger flicked the spine of the book lightly, and the Book of Mowen opened suddenly.