Chapter 561： Conversation between men

Christmas has arrived step by step.

The school was deserted and there were no people. Felix believes that the latest situation is published in the newspaper every day, which reminds the students from the side that there is still a dark demon who is eyeing on the campus outside the peaceful campus. So during the Christmas period, they are more and more eager to be reunited with their families.

"It's actually not that bad," said Professor McGonagall. "During the last war, people always felt precarious. No matter what decisions they made, they were very quick."

"for example?"

"For example, they got married as soon as they graduated, and young couples eloped abroad together...it's not uncommon." Professor McGonagall's tone was somewhat disapproving.

After two seats, Sinista, professor of astronomy, was describing in detail a spectacular solar eclipse he had seen. Trelawney, who had been silent all the time, looked at her thoughtfully: "I watched with my celestial eye last summer. There are weird shadows on Jupiter, which may correspond to what is happening now...I regret not giving an early warning, but I was infected with the wind chill at the time..."

The implied meaning in her words was too obvious, and other people at the table paid attention to her.

Professor Sinista asked with interest: "You are talking about the astronomical spectacle of the comet hitting Jupiter? I observed it from beginning to end. It was a big explosion at first, and then a huge dark dust cloud filled with it, which lasted several times. moon."

Trelawney clutched the necklace with beads around her neck, "Um... we may not be talking about the same thing, you know... people with celestial purpose and normal people see it differently..."

Felix looked sideways, then turned his head firmly.

"Okay." Professor Sinista slapped his lips, burying his head in solving the beef patties on the plate. Dumbledore also retracted his gaze and rejoined the conversation between Professor Bubbaji and Professor Sprout, “I can’t wait to see the latest developments, Carey Di. I have to say that this type of research is very meaningful. The key is There is no risk yet..."

"Yes, Pomona has helped me a lot." Professor Bubbaji said with a full burp. Professor Sprout smiled and poured a glass of wine for her.

"Where is Sirius?" Professor Flitwick looked around.

"He went home for the holidays, with his godson." Felix said.

"You mean Potter... Oh, it's hard for me to associate him with the word'father'. Maybe he impressed me too deeply... But I have to say, he is a qualified Professor, is much better than I expected." Professor Flitwick sniffed emotionally, so he didn't hear Snape's disdainful hum.

Felix thought for a while. Whether it was the school performance he inquired about from the Fat Lady, or the more dazzling'First Death Eater, First Azkaban Prison Break', they were all better than Professor Blake. High presence...

But Sirius is also very stable now.

The cold wind was howling, and the fire was blazing in Black's old house.

Sirius, who had just been praised by Felix for being steady, was now stumbling, Mrs. Weasley thrust her waist, her short stature burst out with huge energy: "Farewell without farewell! Missing! You! Do you know how worried we are? I thought you were taken away by a mysterious man. It's not bad to be like this," she said angrily, "Are you still taking Harry with you?"

Sirius leaned listlessly on the sofa, with his right hand hanging out of Mrs. Weasley's view, fiddled with a Muggle piece hidden in a crack in the stone. Harry didn't dare to breathe. Mrs. Weasley yelled for half an hour. Ginny, Ron, Lupin, and Tonks all appeared at the door in the middle, but no one had the courage to stop Mrs. Weasley who was still angry.

It wasn't until Mr. Weasley returned that she remembered that there was beef stewed in the pot, and hurried to the kitchen.

"I beg you to do something right," she called to Ginny and Ron who were standing at the top of the stairs. Sirius, who had just had a dejected expression on his face, stopped his hand and raised his ears. When the footsteps disappeared, he jumped up from the sofa and made a grimace downstairs. Ginny looked stunned.

"Don't listen to her, Harry, the man has to take a bit of risk...not to mention that I stepped on it beforehand." He blinked at Harry and went upstairs.

Ron repeatedly confirmed that his mother had really left, and approached Harry to ask. "Where have you been?"

"Go sweep the grave." Harry whispered through his teeth.

Ron opened his mouth, and finally patted Harry silently on the shoulder, "Don't think about this, and show you something good. When you were away, Ginny asked Tonks about a lot of Auror training programs, we think Some can be used in frontline observation stations..."

Harry looked up with interest. "I'll go over and see-before dinner, is it in Ginny's room?" He looked towards the stairs, Ginny didn't know when it was gone.

After walking a few steps, Ron was looking at him weirdly.

"I warn you... If you are going to do something to Ginny, I will never allow—" he whispered, as if he had conceived this passage in his head for a long time.

Harry was dumbfounded. "How could you—"

The conversation between them was unexpectedly interrupted, and Mrs. Weasley poked her head out from the door, "It's dinner, kids, go and wash your hands. Where's Ginny?"

Harry and Ron shrank their necks at the same time, leaving the previous topic behind. "Didn't she go looking for you?" Ron mumbled.

"All of them are uncomfortable..." Mrs. Weasley's voice gradually faded away.

Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on the exquisitely decorated dining table, with a roaring fire burning in the ornate gold-plated fireplace, and he clinked the silver plates.

"Draco, pay attention to your manners." Narcissa said, "If you have finished eating, you can take a look under the Christmas tree. While you are taking a nap, several elders have sent gifts."

Draco licked his lips, sat down tight, looked at Lucius and said, "I, I have something to say to you."

"Is it something at school?" Lucius put down his fork slowly, wiped his mouth, and picked up the goblet unhurriedly.

"No," Draco said shortly.

"What's that?" Mrs. Malfoy looked at her son in confusion. She has fair skin, but her cheekbones are slightly high, which makes her look a bit mean at first glance.

Draco didn't answer his mother's question. He looked at Lucius and said, "Dad, I want to talk to you alone...a conversation between men."

Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other weirdly. "So, do you think you can take the responsibility?" Lucius put down the wine glass, wiped his mouth again with the white flannel, leaned back on the back of the chair, and stared straight at his son.

"Draco..." Narcissa's voice contained a bright warning.

"I think so." Draco said stubbornly.

"Very good, very good," Lucius said in a low voice. "Come with me." Draco quickly jumped out of his chair. "Bring your wand," Lucius said coldly. The expression on Draco's face froze.

...

The next day, with clear weather, Felix came to Diagon Alley early.

"These are...?" Lupin looked at him in surprise as he took out a roll of parchment.

"A plan, and some information about the dumb gun." Felix explained: "Some addresses may be very old. It doesn't matter if you can't find anyone."

Lu Ping first unfolded the plan, squirming his lips, reading the dark green handwriting, his expression gradually became serious, "The principle of the magic wand that allows the dumb gun to cast spells is based on the frequency of magic...Everyone is different?"

"That's right. The so-called magic frequency is actually an accurate measurement of magic fluctuations. The magic of each wizard has subtle differences. This is our unique feature. In theory, you can accurately identify the wizard who casts the spell by the magic frequency... …"

"Actually?" Lupin asked sharply.

"The actual situation is more complicated. If you have strong control over the magic power and deliberately conceal it... you can completely change your magic frequency." Felix said in an unpredictable tone: "But you must admit, This process is difficult...very difficult..."

Because of this, Felix was able to make an exclusive magic wand. Because this magic wand can only recognize certain magical powers. Outsiders want to imitate, completely by luck, try tens of thousands of times without any results.

Lupin looked at Felix, always feeling that this smile was quite cunning. He lowered his head and continued to read the plan. "Yesterday Sirius took Harry to Godric's Valley." He said while watching.

"Isn't in trouble?" Felix said, the trouble in his mouth refers to Voldemort, and now no one knows where Voldemort is hiding.

"No, they will go back quickly, and they didn't stay too long." Lu Ping smiled and said, "Although Molly was still criticized, I think this is a lesson he should learn... Don't worry too much about this plan. ?"

Felix nodded slightly, "Start with the people who settle in the magic world, don't be too fanciful."

Lupin thought about it for a while, "Felix, you don't need to keep your eyes on the dumb cannon. Some wizards...their ability to cast spells is actually terrible."

"You mean—"

"We can advertise in the newspapers for correspondence courses like'Quick Mantras'." Lu Ping showed a reminiscence expression: "I lived on this job for a while. It was really a relaxing day. It’s good to write letters, and occasionally when guests come to the door. My teaching ability was also developed at that time... Unfortunately the good times did not last long."

This topic came to an abrupt end, and Felix estimated that the following content would not be too beautiful.

Lupin took out a quill pen and tilted his head to ponder the advertisement. The serious look made Felix couldn't bear to interrupt. He wandered around Lupin's office, analysing the position of the dumb gun in his mind.

According to Felix's expectation, after all the dust settles and the wizarding world is made public, the two sides will inevitably enter into substantive exchanges. But this kind of communication is certainly not completely open and unlimited, and there will be no situations in which wizards fly all over the sky.

At this time, someone needs to travel between the wizarding society and the Muggle society.

It is best to have a relationship with both parties in order to serve as a bridge of communication, but bridges and bridges are different. In Felix's mind, the little wizards from the Muggle family-including the pure blood willing to set foot on the new wizard ship-represent the backbone of the future magical world, but they will basically remain in the magical world eventually.

They are unlikely to serve as a direct external window to show the magical world to the outside world. That is undoubtedly a waste.

However, in the early stage of opening up, it is very necessary to set up some "windows for communication between the two sides." The replacement that Felix thought of was the dumb gun and the relatives of the little wizard who came from a Muggle family. These people have known the existence of magic for a long time, and occasionally experience the magic of magic firsthand. At least most of the parents of little wizards have had the experience of accompanying their children to buy books in Diagon Alley.

It is not feasible for them to study magic, but the new era will inevitably give birth to many new professions, and many of them are very suitable for them.

Felix began to imagine: First of all, a tour guide is a must. It can guide wizards to science and technology museums, museums... or ordinary people to experience a day trip to the magical world; in addition, there are writers of the new era who will use the perspective of ordinary people-or the perspective of dumb guns, the relatives of wizards Perspective-to describe the experience of the magic world, to solve the mystery of magic.

The benefits are obvious: strangers are a breeding ground for suspicion, and only understanding can eliminate barriers.

Of course there are magic merchants. Potions, delicacies, dynamic comic strips... these things must always be managed by someone. It is really difficult for wizards to do business at a certain level. They calculate that 1 gallon equals 17 siccos and 1 siccos equals 29 nats in a lifetime. Felix reckons that quite a few wizards can’t figure out the decimal system.

But if the parents of the little wizard had this wish, Felix would be happy to see it. He is very optimistic about the parents of Justin Finley that he has been in contact with...

Felix's only concern was the mentality of dumb guns. He could intuitively feel the ambivalence of desire and hatred in Filch: For him, it doesn't matter who rules the magical world and how many people die in the Wizarding War, and even the more dying the happier.

The only people Filch remembered were those who had helped him, such as Ms. Okaba. Felix didn't even know if he was one of them.

The idea of ​​the marginal group of dumb guns reflected from Filch is very representative. Of course, other people probably won't be as extreme as Filch.

In most cases, once the children of the wizard’s family become dumb, they will be sent to Muggle school early (Filch didn’t go there because of the war). These people rarely interact with magic when they grow up. The world is entangled. Just like Mafalda's father-he married a wife and had children just like normal people. If it weren't for his daughter to be a wizard, he would pretend that the magical world didn't exist at all.

So Filch is a case, or a more extreme case. After all, not all dumb guns have the opportunity to see hundreds of students as soon as they open their eyes...

...

Felix picked up a copy of "Werewolf Code of Conduct" from the desk, and he could see that Lupin often flipped through this book recently, and even the corners were frayed. He opened the book The pages of the book were automatically fixed on a certain page in the middle-"No, Felix!" Lupin yelled in a panic. The book in Si's hand knocked away.

A photo fell from the tumbling "Werewolf Code of Conduct" and whirled to the ground. The woman with the conspicuous short pink hair in the photo winked at him mischievously.

Felix was taken aback for a moment. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything." He turned around and heard a grinning sound as expected. Fortunately, Lupin didn't rush to bite him. After more than ten seconds, he turned around, Lupin. The scene has been cleaned, panting and sitting in a chair.

"Don't tell me." Lupin said hoarsely, burying his face in his hands for a while.

"I think Tonks is pretty--"

"Don't say it!" Lupin said hurriedly, his chest rising and falling violently.

Felix put away his joking expression, he nodded silently. Everyone has a knot... Walking out of the sword fort, Felix took out a sound-transmitting mirror and said to the person inside: "Give me Greyback."

There was a shrill voice in disguise from the other side, "Oh... he hid deeply... and may not be in the UK now..."

"Aren't you in England?" Felix said lazily.

"I don't mix with him! That guy may just hide in a cave in a small country! There are still a bunch of werewolves by his side!" the man said angrily.

"Reconciliation requires sincerity, remember? You found me on the initiative." Felix reminded.

There was a violent gasp in the mirror, as if holding back his anger. Felix waited for a while and said calmly: "Leave the person to me, no matter what you do, the grievances between us will be wiped out. It's tiring to remember your name, Mr. Shafik. "