Chapter 605： Mr. Bagshot

When Felix returned to Hogwarts Castle, it was completely dark.

Walking on the edge of the forbidden forest, he took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and with a crisp "click", Sniff Warren stuck his head out and ran out of it. . .

"Sorry to keep you in there, no matter what Jim and Rebecca think of you, it's not the animal you should be in reality."

"Haw (It's okay.)."

Warren, who ran to the front, waved his hand behind him, twisted his furry body and ran quickly to a piece of wood standing up in front of Hagrid's hut. Hagrid, a sturdy and burly man, was busy in the open space in front of the hut, "Yo, Warren. ?" He looked happy, looking around, leaning on an out-of-spec shovel.

"Hey! Felix, Dumbledore is back, I know you're paying attention to this," he exclaimed. "But he looks a little tired, and he can't be bothered with those foreigners!"

"Got it, Hagrid." Felix waved his hand in the distance. He looked at the small tower jutting out of the castle, where the lights were on.

A few minutes later, Felix knocked on the door of the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat on the sofa without even taking off his travel cloak, looking tired. He straightened up, "Felix? I just happened to be looking for you. I just got back and my mouth is so dry... Tea? Coffee? Juice? If you want to try something new, I have some wine in my collection too."

Felix smiled, "I haven't tasted the collection in your wine cabinet yet, um—can I take a bottle and give it away?"

"You're welcome, please, I don't quite find occasions to enjoy them," Dumbledore said, then asked curiously, "Severus?"

"Take care of the empty house old people." Felix said humorously.

"Wonderful remarks, maybe I should write them down and use them later--oh, I'm afraid not, it's hard to meet someone older than me." Dumbledore pouted, but he didn't struggle for too long, and turned around. And said lightly: "A lot of your thoughts don't fit in with others, Felix, maybe it's childhood experiences that prompted you to start thinking on your own at a very early age... oh, sorry."

Felix shook his head slightly and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. The glass door reflects the stars outside.

Dumbledore flicked his fingers, and two empty goblets appeared out of nowhere. The two watched the red liquor poured into the cups, and after taking a sip from their glasses, Dumbledore smacked his lips contentedly: "But Severus is a little bit. Not too old."

Felix raised his eyebrows, "But his life is boring, to be honest... maybe more boring than me."

At least there's room for entertainment on his schedule.

He put the goblet aside, looked at each other, and said:

"Albus, my research has come to a standstill. Souls are a rare and taboo field, and the relevant information is pitiful. We must take some risks. Thinking about it, it's no big deal that Voldemort's brain is broken-"

Dumbledore stared at the goblet in his hand, noncommittal. After a while he said, "Wait for me." He walked around the desk and went straight through the magic barrier to the spiral staircase on the second floor, and after a while he came down with a stack of parchment.

"What's this?"

"My personal thoughts on 'soul'." Dumbledore nodded slightly and said.

Felix took it in a little surprised, flipped through two pages hastily, and simulated it in the Thinking Room, his eyes were shining, and his tone couldn't help but bring a hint of excitement: "This information is very useful, and some places are not consistent with my research. Coincidentally, but more comprehensively and deeply…”

Then, he stared at Dumbledore strangely, since when did Dumbledore start touching the part of the soul?

Is it really that the older you are, the wider your field of study?

"I received a message today that Grindelwald is gone." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"Gone?" Felix repeated, running the news in his head, and raised his hand, "I'm not involved, I don't know anything about it, if you're going to ask that." He felt guilty. "It's just a few letters at most," explained the explanation.

"I know," said Dumbledore briefly.

Just as Felix was pondering the meaning of his words - whether he 'knows' that he did not participate in Old Grindelwald's escape; or 'knows' that he communicated with the old devil, Dumbledore continued: "I urgently contact you. I have made a few old friends, and they still keep in touch with some core saints, and there is no news yet."

"Even after all these years, there are still people loyal to Grindelwald?" Felix was quite surprised.

If so, why did these people sit and watch Grindelwald be imprisoned for half a century?

"It's hard to describe Grindelwald's influence in a sentence or two," Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his expression serious, "His influence was once extremely terrifying. Any Ministry of Magic wizarding army in the world. I racked my brains to shake the foundations of his followers and corner him..."

He changed the subject: "Even if Grindelwald made such a serious mistake, in many people's minds he is still the person best suited to lead them."

The real history is far less bland than the words on paper.

It is alive, alive, and has actually happened, and it is difficult to sum up all the characteristics and charm of a person with just a few comments in the history books.

Especially for later researchers, the words 'talented, attractive' may appear anywhere to describe more than one person. But it must be admitted that people are different.

"It's safe for now," Dumbledore said softly. "He has the restrictions of powerful spells on him. I can ensure that these restrictions remain in place. It is difficult for him to use advanced magic... No matter what he wants to do, these conditions are objectively He sets the threshold.

My concern is that the loss of power will prompt him to think, to hide in the dark, to preach his ideas, to recruit troops, or to start a dispute with another theory, which is too dangerous. I even worried at one point that he was tricking you. "

"Hmm." Felix pondered, he shouldn't have been bewitched.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and said: "I only recently realized that there are always many commonalities in good people, but the difference is that you hate trouble and advocate simplicity, which prevents you from getting too much power. ...because power is complex, and more power is more complex."

"What kind of person is Grindelwald? His character, appearance—" Felix asked.

"No, Felix, you can't understand, these things don't matter at all, thoughts, thoughts! You can't imagine how his thoughts attracted me, inspired me. Muggles were forced into submission, and we wizards were proud."

"I had a desperate desire to be by his side as the young leader of this revolution... I was totally addicted, full of cruel dreams, and of course I thought about how much damage our dreams would do to the world, but In the end I convince myself with empty reasons that everything is for the greater good. If I can get rights, I can protect my family, let them live in the sun, and I can shelter more people, but I was wrong, I The desire for power made me go against my original intention and ignore the people who should be the most important."

Pain flashed across Dumbledore's face, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I probably understand a little," Felix said softly. "In an age when people are generally confused and dissatisfied with the status quo, ideas can kill."

They chatted for a long time, and Dumbledore no longer shy away from his relationship with Grindelwald who were close friends. It may be the sense of security brought by the dark night. He admitted that he had been seduced and contributed a lot to Grindelwald's evil cause. ideas, contributed a lot of wisdom.

Felix poured him a glass of wine and reassured him: "You don't have to blame yourself for this, Albus, you never put your thoughts into practice. Who is young when there is nothing noble or mean? Ideas? Talented, intelligent people tend to make bigger mistakes because they don't have a challenge for the mundane little things - world **** or something, I've thought about that too."

Dumbledore looked at him in astonishment.

Felix shrugged, "I really thought about it very seriously, and the final conclusion is that it's not worth it. Too much effort and too little in return."

Dumbledore smiled.

Then he looked down at the goblet in his hand and said with a sigh: "But what if your ideal can only be realized through power? Those persistent, beautiful visions, when you strive to get there, hope that it will become a reality... ...that kind of extreme obsession, perhaps only a colder reality can wake people up, but what's the use? It's too late."

What everyone values ​​may be completely different, or even diametrically opposed.

Felix understood this truth, so he did not mention his 'so-called ideal', because he knew that the ideal in Dumbledore's mouth was not a concept at all. ', he can wait and is happy to leave it to others. In the unlikely event that something cannot be done, he can take back all his tentacles without any hesitation, and wait for the moment with peace of mind.

When Dumbledore was able to wake up suddenly, he must have paid a huge price. So big that when he thinks of his past ideals, he will be heartbroken, full of disgust and regret.

Felix thought of the original intention that has not been mentioned too much, Dumbledore's "family".

"Don't worry, Albus, I told him in the letter that the times have changed, and his ideas are outdated, unless they are replaced... I'd rather have a chat with him. I only have one question, if he gets hit hard Miserable, will he kill innocent people? Like Voldemort?"

"To take pleasure in mistreating Muggles? No; he's always focused on his own goals, he's an idealist, he's got big goals, and the sacrifices along the way are the price he has to pay."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "I hope he changes. I heard he showed remorse when he was alone in Nurmengard, regretting what he did. I hope this is true. Yes. Otherwise—"

"He can do more damage than Voldemort."

...

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Felix digested the manuscript that Dumbledore had given him.

During this time, the wizarding world was safe and sound, no country's Ministry of Magic was captured; no one came forward and announced the reorganization of the Saints, and everything was normal. Everyone performed their own duties. Since that night, Dumbledore went back to wrangling with representatives of various countries. In addition to discussing the losses caused by Voldemort, there was also the topic of how to deal with the threat of Grindelwald.

This morning, he came to Spider End Alley and accidentally bumped into the Malfoys at Snape's house, which made Felix's plans to fail. According to his understanding, Severus would never have been in so many places. Speak the truth in front of people.

However, it is not all fruitless. In a full-fledged dialogue, Felix roughly grasped the purpose of Lucius's trip - his relationship with Snape, who is also a spy, Felix can even speculate that Lucius must have run away from more than one family, such as the Selwyn, and the recently panicked pure-blood family.

As long as Felix spoke up, he could gain the allegiance of these people and become their nominal leader.

Without touching the bottom line of these families, they would be aligned with Felix. This condition is quite attractive - with the bad example of Voldemort, the bottom line of the pure-blood family is extremely low.

But Felix also had to give something, and there was only one thing to sum up—his name, and he had to allow those purebloods to mention his name.

This means minimal shelter.

Felix did not refuse, because at this time there needs to be such a person, a person like him. It is impossible for Ms. Burns to continue to be strong, and it is even less likely that innocent people will be thrown into prison, so as to give these people a reassurance and save them from collectively fleeing abroad...

Felix would have room for the Shafiq family, and Ms. Burns would have room for a pure-blooded family without any threat.

"You didn't move out of the safe house?" Felix asked with interest.

"Not yet, it's been quite comfortable." Lucius said vaguely.

Felix smiled in his heart, Lucius may be telling the truth, but it may also have another purpose - want to wait and see for a while, Lucius knows that Voldemort is not dead.

"Okay, let's live in that house first. It's empty anyway."

Lucius chatted along this topic. He talked about their life in that 'little house', and the sigh in his words was as if he had experienced life in a backcountry with particularly difficult conditions.

"There are too many things. Narcissa and I put some of them into Gringotts, but there are still some leftovers... We are working on the Traceless Stretching Spell these days to make the house as large as possible while maintaining its aesthetics... German Laco, tell the professor..."

Draco put down his fork and said dryly, "We blew the floor—"

"Cough cough cough!" Lucius coughed violently, glared at his son, and explained, "Narcissa and I are not very good at this spell because—because—"

"It doesn't work," Felix added to help.

"Uh, yeah," Lucius said shyly.

Coming out of Snape's house, Felix looked around, the faint stench wafted from the filthy rivers and mountains of garbage in the distance, the surrounding weeds were barren, and the eerie and ominous abandoned buildings cast dark shadows.

All this made it difficult for him to sympathize with Malfoy's hard life.

It is estimated that Severus thought the same way. When Lucius complained, his face stinks all the time.

Felix even regretted taking out the bottle of Dumbledore's wine.

After he explained that it was Dumbledore's collection, Snape barely drank half a glass, but Lucius drank very vigorously.

In the afternoon, Felix wandered around his property on the bustling streets of London - with Winnie Valentine, who unexpectedly met Harry, who was surrounded by others, not Sirius, but an unfamiliar face.

"Professor Heppe." Harry greeted sullenly. He tried to pretend he didn't see it, but the person next to him suddenly spoke loudly. Before he could react, he noticed that Professor Heppe's eyes were spinning around him. .

Felix nodded at Harry, "Come and buy a book?"

"Oh no, I bought a walking stick with Mr. Bagshot. He just moved in recently and lives alone, so it's not very convenient when he's older," said Harry. In fact, more than that, the old man must be very lonely and reclusive, because he does not know much about many modern products, and he has been making up lessons recently.

And the character is a bit extreme...

But when Harry knew his identity, he was relieved. Harry knew that Squib had some psychological problems.

"Bashat." Felix pondered the surname in his mind.

He felt a touch of magic, is this a wizard? Did Dumbledore know? He held out his hand calmly. "Hello, Mr. Bagshot, this is Felix Hepper."

"Long-awaited name, Mr. Hepp." Grindelwald stretched out his hand and clasped his two hands together. Felix felt the magic of a pool of stagnant water, and suddenly felt in his heart.

Squib ah...

Grindelwald revealed his exclusive wand hidden inside his clothes and said politely, "I have to say thank you Because of you, people like me can re-enter the stage of history."

Accompanying Winnie Valentine looked at him sympathetically.

She secretly rejoiced that she was lucky enough to have encountered the invention of a special wand at a young age. If she was like this old gentleman, she would not consider the power of a special wand for the time being, and she was isolated from magic for so many years. People are suffering.

"Yes, we are all grateful to Mr. Hepp from the bottom of our hearts," she said emotionally.

They stood at the intersection and chatted casually, and Felix learned from Mr. Bagshot that he was so serious to attend an interview in the afternoon.

"Good luck," Felix said.

"Thank you, I've been lucky recently." Grindelwald grinned.

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