Chapter 530： The truth is only unimportant

Felix put away the newspaper, "Haw!" Warren yelled.

It's not finished yet!

"Well, seriously, your reading speed should be improved, where do you see it now?"

The fork in Warren's hand pointed to the middle paragraph of the newspaper.

"Snake stick?" Felix murmured, "I will tell you a story about the secret room another day." He continued to drink the cereal, not paying attention to the various curious eyes in the auditorium. After eating breakfast quietly, he appeared in the principal's office at Hogwarts.

There are already guests there.

A short, chubby, bald man squeezed his bloated body into an armchair. One of his fat hands picked up a pineapple with icing sugar from a box next to him. He kept chewing with his mouth. The thick silver beard like a walrus was sticking a little bit. Icing sugar.

"Principal Dumbledore, I have something to report to you." Felix looked at the man quietly. He was wearing a maroon velvet coat with shiny brass buttons that uttered unbearable when he swallowed. The sound of heavy burden.

It was strange that I could even think of the scene where Ye Qi was eating, but Ye Qi was much thinner than the wizard right now.

Slughorn glanced at Felix indifferently, and the movement in his mouth suddenly stopped. "Is it him, Albus?" He asked Dumbledore, who was sitting across from him. Compared with him, Dumbledore Lido looked pitifully thin.

"Felix Haip," Felix said politely, "if you want to ask my name."

"Ah, of course, who else can have this ability is impressive." The wizard said, jumping up from the chair swiftly, with another clean hand reaching into his jacket pocket, and pulling out a soft purple velvet handkerchief , Wiped his fingers carefully.

"I've always wanted to find a chance to meet you," he said, and handed his chubby hand to Felix. "The famous Felix Haip, the pride of Slytherin."

"You're too praised," Felix said, shaking his hands, and feeling his fingers sticky when he let go, but he knew it was a psychological effect. He asked tentatively, "Mr. Slughorn?"

The wizard opened his eyebrows and smiled, and his bulging belly quivered regularly.

"Come here to sit..." Slughorn asked him to sit closer to him and said in the voice of the owner of the house. Dumbledore's mouth was smiling, and it seemed to be funny, and Warren took Felix's shoulders. He jumped up, pulled Dumbledore's trousers, and used his pink little fingers at Fox, who was resting on the shelf.

"Hum?"

Dumbledore handed it a candy like magic, and blinked at Warren: "Sharing is the stepping stone to friendship."

"I agree with you, Dumbledore." Slughorn said. He and Felix sat down side by side, retracted into the chair and squirmed to adjust the most suitable angle. After a while, he sighed and leaned against the chair. On his back, "Would you like a piece, Felix?" he said quite enthusiastically.

"No, thank you." Felix said, "Recently allergic to sweets."

"I have this kind of time too," Slughorn said with a laugh, and picked up a piece of pastry. "I always prefer a certain kind of sweet for a while, so I ate it very much, and then I didn't want to touch it again for several years... …That was when I was young, and now I prefer to order everything."

"Speak very wisely," Felix said briefly, but it would be better not to give examples of sweets. He watched silently as Warren climbed onto the slender-legged table and stared at Phoenix Fox, who was standing on the gilded perch. Warren was standing on the table with the candy and Fox squinted at it.

Dumbledore and Slughorn looked at them with interest.

"Cockroach pile, some people don't like it, in fact, it has a special flavor." Dumbledore said, while talking, Fox quickly poked his head out of the perch, took away the cockroach-shaped candy in Warren's hand, swallowed it, and uttered it. "Kacha Kacha" crisp sound.

The three people looked back contentedly at the same time.

"Ah, I'm going to get what you asked for." Dumbledore said to Slughorn suddenly, and he got up and went up to the second floor around the spiral staircase.

When his figure disappeared on the stairs, Felix felt Slughorn's eyes staring at him calmly.

"You speak better than I thought," he said after a few seconds, "I mean, many people mentioned you in their letters, and it's hard to believe that they have such a big disagreement about you."

"It's not surprising." Felix said.

"Oh, uh, you are right. Everyone has different positions. I heard some rumors, such as your origin... Although I don't care at all - it's true!" Slughorn said, and then he Use a long space to describe the contacts he knows, "in a key position." Many of them are wizards from Muggle families. As he said, he has no prejudice against blood.

It was Felix who read a hobby called "collection fetish" from his expressions of joy. So Felix suggested that he write a memoir to write all the talented students he had taught. Slughorn was blushing after listening, and felt like he had met a friend.

"I discovered when I was the Dean of Slytherin that the Muggle-born wizards can always bring me all kinds of novel ideas. It's incredible...Of course, I mean the excellent ones. From From this perspective, their presence is very necessary and can bring fresh blood to the old magic world... It's a pity that I am not retiring two years late." He stared at Felix with scorching eyes, as if regretting that he missed one. treasure.

"Do you still keep in touch with those students?" Felix asked. From what he heard during the summer vacation, the old gentleman lived in a remote place.

"Oh, I originally planned to hide from the wind. You know, it will soon be messed up outside. I can't get along with those dangerous men, but they will definitely find me... I have this Premonition," Slughorn said, "At this moment Dumbledore approached me."

He looked angrily, "He wants to get something from me, oh, I can't say exactly what it is—" He shook his frosted fingers, "I have worked with him and understand his personality. He will never give up unless he achieves his goal. He also found a little guy to be a lobbyist!"

Felix smiled, he knew who that man was, it was Harry.

"I'm also going to talk privately, his hand is very despicable." Slughorn leaned over and said in a low tone, "but very cleverly, he stabbed me in my weakness, and I am old." , My heart has softened, especially when facing my favorite student..." He sighed deeply, the walrus beard curled up funny, "By the way, she is also from Muggle."

"Lily is a genius, spiritual, dexterous, and knows how to return... Since knowing my birthday, she has given a thoughtful gift every year, never late, even after she graduated. When I read the news about her death in the newspaper, I knew that no one would send me warm knee pads again... Well, in a word, good people don't live long." He muttered, picking up the handkerchief and blowing his nose heavily.

Felix didn't think about how to respond and whether or not to respond to him, but he had changed the subject fluently.

"You don't know how Dumbledore opened the mouths of others? He brought wine specially on my birthday and said that he wanted to celebrate for me, but he couldn't lie to me, I know what he thought in his heart! But I can’t refuse a sumptuous dinner, even if it’s a freshman or a junior, I don’t have a purpose... The most annoying thing is that I just let it go after he used it, and I asked him to introduce me to the other two youngest ones. Merlin Medal winner, but he keeps pushing that I am not a teacher at the school and cannot disturb them...he actually suggested that I write a letter!"

Slughorn looked resentful.

At this time, Dumbledore appeared on the stairs, and he spoke in an amused tone:

"Dear Horace, of course I am not targeting you. In fact, since this time, the media has been approaching me and wanting me to arrange interviews with them, but they were rejected by me in the name of influencing learning. I don’t I think it’s a good thing to let them know that they suddenly have a group of admirers, and it will confuse their little minds."

Dumbledore said, and handed him a package.

"Thank you." Slughorn said rare, struggling to get up from the armchair to take the package. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, where the green flame burned. "I will come again, Dumbledore!"

Slughorn stepped into the flames with one foot, hesitated for a moment, and took it back. He pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and threw it to Felix, "Transfer it to Harry Potter for me, just say It's his late birthday present."

He stepped into the flames, held the package, and disappeared in a funny circle.

Felix looked at the thumb-sized bottle in his hand, which was a blessing potion. He put it away, looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "Albus, I have something to tell you."

"Is it about the old magic wand?"

"You also saw today's newspaper?" Felix asked.

"It's not just today's newspaper." Dumbledore said.

"what?"

"I contacted some friends in France, Bulgaria, Norway, and even the United States this morning. They told me that they had also seen similar articles, but not today. The earliest record can be traced back to a week ago."

Felix frowned.

Voldemort’s plan with one stone and three birds was implemented thoroughly. According to his perception, Voldemort’s purpose was threefold. One was to make him trouble, so that he would not be able to do other things for months; the other was to use other things. The fate of human beings tested the authenticity of the old wand; as for the third, Voldemort might still have a secret expectation, in case he and Dumbledore broke up because of this.

After all, he was staying in school, and if there were always dark wizards spying on the side for three days or two, maybe Dumbledore would really be dissatisfied. If he were Voldemort, he could take the opportunity to control a few hapless guys to sneak into the school, and then cooperate with some public opinion offensive...

But with such fanfare, Felix always felt that Voldemort might have other plans.

School? Ministry of Magic? Or Sword Fort? He thought to himself.

"Voldemort finally found some work for the crouched Death Eater," he said sarcastically.

"This approach really caught us off guard. If the news is only limited to the UK, I believe it will not be so passive... At this time, many people may have illegally entered the UK." Dumbledore said, "I contacted Amily. Ya, she will come later."

Felix nodded.

"What are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked.

"Two things...The first one, please Ms. Burns clarify to the public that her words are more convincing than mine. With her testimony, at least the British magical world will not be chaotic."

"It makes sense," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.

"The second thing," Felix's eyes flashed with strange light, "Let the wind go and say I have a way to prove the doubts of the outside world, and welcome local British wizards and'foreign' wizards to testify." He was witnessing the word. Increased the tone.

At this moment, he looked sharp and sharp.

The so-called witness is just a euphemism for challenge.

You said that I have an old wand, but I don't need it at all, and empty-handed can make everyone who covet the power of the old wand feel desperate. Felix grinned, showing his white teeth, he was actually looking forward to that day.

"Felix..." Dumbledore paused.

"Don't worry," Felix glanced at him, "If possible, I will not deprive people of their lives at will, but don't expect them to get better." In fact, if this matter is placed on Voldemort, it will be a shadow in the dark. It will only be more envious and fearful, but it will become a trouble on him.

He seems too low-key.

The British mainland is better, some of his "deeds" are faintly spread in dark corners, and no one will come to him easily.

But in foreign countries, his name seems trivial, well, not necessarily, Felix thought, many people have seen him shot in the Quidditch World Cup, but he can't say how effective it is.

The clock pointed to eleven o'clock when the flames in the fireplace rose high again.

Amelia Burns walked out of it in the dust.

"You are all here," she froze for a moment, and then said away. "It has been confirmed that a group of people entered the country illegally. Kingsley led the Auror team to make a surprise inspection of Knockout Alley and Hogsmeade. There are more than a dozen foreign wizards living there, and two of them are even fugitives from other countries."

"There will only be more secretly," Dumbledore said softly.

"We think so too." Ms. Bones said.

"There is a problem with the Daily Prophet-its editor should be under the Imperius Curse." Felix said suddenly.

"Yes, we tried it with the Anti-thief Waterfall, but Barnabas Guffi can't remember anything, and it's hard to tell if it's a disguise." Ms. Bones said, she paused and looked at Fei. Lix: "Mr. Haipu, I want to know, the wand in your hand..."

Felix waved, and a black wand flew towards her.

"I did find Mr. Ollivander to order a new wand-an imitation of my first wand, thirteen inches, ebony wood. The only difference is that the core of the wand was replaced by my own hair." Lex said that he made a please gesture.

Ms. Bones showed an apologetic expression, "It's rude." She picked up her magic wand and waved it lightly. There was no response from the wand, and she even resisted her magic power.

"You should be able to find its characteristics. It is extremely exclusive and only suitable for me." Felix said softly. He opened his hand calmly, and his wand abruptly broke free from Ms. Bones's restraint, and spontaneously flew over and around him. Hovering, while making a buzzing sound of excitement.

"So you should be able to judge that this is the best wand for me."

Ms. Bones stared at this scene in surprise and nodded subconsciously.

"Wait, your hair?" She looked at Felix with a weird face, "Do you have the blood of a magical creature? Oh, sorry, you don't have to answer..."

Felix had a dark face. That's why he didn't want other people to know the core material, especially acquaintances, such as Sirius and Severus. Although the two of them had completely opposite personalities, they would definitely be in this one. There is a certain consensus in the matter-he will be laughed to death.

"The reason for using hair is related to my unique magical path." He explained simply.

"I can testify about this Dumbledore said.

Bons thought he was talking about unique magic, so he didn't ask any more questions. The three discussed for a while, and finally reached an agreement.

"Oh, yes," Ms. Burns said before leaving: "Tonks reported to me the large puppet guards of the sword castle. I walked around the door of the sword castle and felt their extraordinary... I don't know the magic. Can the department purchase a batch?"

"Yes, I will talk to Remus." Felix said: "But don't expect too much from them. Their existing defense mechanisms are still relatively rigid, and at best they can exist as a containment force."

"Can the casualties of combatants be reduced?" Ms. Bones asked.

"sure."

"That's enough," Ms. Bones said as she left the fireplace.

Felix also got up and said goodbye. He had to prepare for the next few days. He is more optimistic. In his opinion, this is a good opportunity to promote the Mowen system and expand the influence of the "Future World" company, depending on how he does it.

Warren waved to Fox, and the Phoenix screamed proudly.

When Felix walked to the door, Dumbledore hesitated and stopped him from behind, "Actually I know where the old wand belongs."

Felix turned his head and looked at him deeply.

"It's not important anymore," he said.

"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded slightly. "In this confrontation, the truth is the only unimportant thing."

"--But I'm still interested." Felix added.

Dumbledore was a little stunned when he heard the words, and for a while he shook his head, "Well, if you insist...it's in my hands."

At this time, after a morning of fermentation, the news in the newspapers had spread in the school, and the students were enthusiastically discussing the topic of "Top Ten Magic Wands".