Chapter 654： commune

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly changed, Felix saw two people put their hands into their pockets casually, then the man sitting opposite cleared his throat, and put his secret hands on the table again.

"Mr. Hepp, I assure you there will be no fighting tonight. We are here for peace."

"It doesn't look like it," Felix tilted his head slightly, "at least Mrs. Rosemerta won't agree." At this moment, the proprietress of the bar was quietly staying behind the bar, busy with her own affairs. The undercurrents here were completely ignored. .

"She'll be all right," Known paused and said in a strong voice, "just to avoid trouble."

"Then untie it, otherwise I thought you were malicious."

Felix smiled, but his tone was insistent.

After a few seconds of silence, Noel nodded slightly, and a light flashed in the corner. Mrs. Rosemerta's eyes turned from confusion to sober, but they were immediately replaced by fear.

She let out a scream.

"Mrs. Rosmerta, I want to order another... just iced lemonade." Felix said mildly, and Mrs. Rosemerta took a careful look here and said in a panic, "Oh, oh, okay. , Mr. Hepp." She had calmed down by the end.

There was a tinkling sound at the bar, which seemed a bit harsh in the quiet space.

"Mr. Hepp, I've been abroad for the past few years, and I've been able to hear your name every once in a while, but I've never been able to catch up with the invention of the exclusive wand, and its impact even surpassed the fall of Voldemort. Would you like to hear it?" the man asked.

At this point, Mrs. Rosmerta brought the lemon juice and put it on Felix's side so that he would have two glasses to drink. Of course, there was nothing on the opposite side, and she didn't ask the man sitting opposite to order anything, instead she gave him a stern look, and then quickly flashed back to the back of the bar, looking around with a little bit of vigilance.

Felix pushed the cup across and made a gesture of invitation, "It's mine."

"Then I want to say thank you." Noel said in a flat tone, took a sip from the cup, and then said: "The Future World Company has grown into a behemoth, and shops can be found in every magical community. It is said that the mermaid underwater Tribes can now record their own songs too.”

Felix's heart moved, he arranged for the company to recruit a group of employees of the humanoid magical race during the summer vacation. In his mind, this is the seed of the Pan-Magic Alliance. After several years or more than ten years of running-in, on the one hand, it can open up new sales channels for the company, and on the other hand, it can also experience how to deal with different races. Establish a set of effective communication methods that have the basis of mutual trust.

As for the branches all over the world, it is also an important means to promote ancient Rune. Rune cards, wizard cards, rune booklets... are all half-sell at cost. Not to mention - Felix also thought of it - the existence of these branches is an invisible constraint on Gringotts.

So far the plan seems to be going well.

"As far as I know, almost every Ministry of Magic is arguing about exclusive wands. You know, although there are not many Squibs left in the wizarding world, most of them still live in No-Maj society, but...they also have Relatives, especially those whose parents are still alive, got the news almost immediately. Of course, not all Squibs are willing to come back, and many have formed their own families, but it must be admitted that almost all Squibs are obsessed with magic , they don't mind having a wand handy, even if it's just for cleaning a room, or directing some gadget to float around."

The man grinned.

"A few days ago, some Squibs protested at the headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States. It's not that they have no support behind them - many of them even come from prestigious magical families and are related to the big people who sit in the Woolworth Building to make decisions. ."

"What about the Reformation? What did they do?" Felix asked.

“These people have good ideas, but they’re still very naive. One day, they’ll be at the decision-making table, thinking about these headaches. Now their opinions don’t matter.”

The man said that it was obvious that he did not look good on his expression, and he continued:

"The new president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Babajid Agimbad, is in a state of turmoil, and at least a dozen countries have proposed an international law around exclusive wands, and the Squibs should be included in the management scope. The effect is similar to the "Secret" Law... I also heard that the British representative of the federation, under the instigation of Ms. Burns, also submitted a proposal, which is very important. Agimbad is ready to resign.

bang! The goblet in Mrs. Rosemerta's hand fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. Everyone looked at her. She seemed terrified by these indifferent gazes, and her hands and feet were awkward to restore the glass to its original shape. Then she forced a stiff smile at the crowd.

"Well then," Felix said slowly, "what role do you play, or what role are you going to play -- after showing me your excellent intelligence skills. God, I don't Make sure to tell Minerva, she is very concerned about the future of those children, and if she finds out that she is just worrying in vain, she will be furious..."

"That Professor McGonagall?" The man said with a slight smile: "She is serious and responsible enough under her stern appearance. Maybe the following information can comfort her. We only sent three groups of people. In theory, other families should ask for help. it is true."

"Theoretically?" Felix repeated.

"This is the crux of the matter. You seem to think that we can represent all the saints, but this is not the case at all." The man said:

"Mr. Hepp, I wonder how much you know about the saints after 1945?"

The fingers on the table paused.

"Frightened, scattered all over the place?"

"Almost, but more complicated." The man said: "My grandfather was a saint," he said straight to the point: "The position is barely responsible for the mobilization of believers in a country, the delivery of information, and the collection of intelligence."

Felix curled his lips, "I didn't expect to be a big man."

"Not to mention, there are dozens of people like him, just like Gringotts all over the world, every country has some people, these people run for the sacred cause with noble purposes, and the rest Only civilians who identify with our ideas.”

"That's why the saying of 100,000 saints came from." Felix nodded.

"Since the duel that shook the world ended, well, I haven't been able to witness that duel with my own eyes. I saw it through the diary left by my grandfather. Just by reading the text, I can feel the shock and awe he once felt... And despair." The man's face was pale, and he said unwillingly.

"despair?"

"The two most powerful people in the world, at least at the time... I was in awe of Mr. Dumbledore, and I remember a description in my diary: The battlefield was covered with invisible blades, as if separating two worlds, no one dared to Close to the frontal battlefield, where a ray of sunlight can easily take the life of a daredevil.”

Felix pondered, adjectives aside, could Transfiguration do it? Of course, as long as the deformed object is replaced by the ubiquitous air, well, it is quite scary to think about that scene.

"After Mr. Grindelwald's failure, there were several protests all over the world at the time, and maybe it was for this reason that my grandfather was not held accountable, but from the people I followed the diary as I grew up, These erstwhile saints are either incognito or under the scrutiny of the local Ministry of Magic."

"Mr. Noel, I don't think your purpose is to complain to me about the fact that your family has been suppressed by the Ministry of Magic," Felix interrupted.

"Of course, Mr. Hepp." The man said immediately: "To a certain extent, since Grindelwald, no one has the ability to gather such a huge force. The few people who are not willing to fail can only cause riots in a small area. Their fate is not very good. It can be said that they have changed from a force that can control the history of the magic world to a bunch of pearls scattered all over the place, and even more controllable by careerists... All this is because of the lack of a leader. "

"I seem to understand, you want to rescue the former leader.

"No, Mr. Hepp." The man said softly: "Even Mr. Grindelwald didn't set foot on British soil at the height of his power, let alone a dozen of us. What I want to say is"

"If Mr. Grindelwald stayed in Nurmengard, the world would only gradually forget him, but from the moment he stepped out of Nurmengard, whether he liked it or not, he has returned to everyone's sight. Or to put it another way...with the ability to control the magic world again."

"Even if he doesn't do anything and changes his name now, the world will move because of him. We are only the first batch that can be expected, and it will continue to flow thereafter."

"Sounds like some kind of tacit threat."

"No." The man said solemnly: "Just a piece of advice. The two largest wizarding organizations in the world, the Saints and the International Federation of Wizards, are not monolithic, and it is almost inevitable that news will leak in the end, at that time. The eyes of the world will be on Hogwarts, even if Mr. Dumbledore…”

\"Just sounding troublesome enough," Felix murmured, "so do you have any good advice, Mr. Noel?"

"This..." The man was silent for a moment, his tone became hesitant, "It's just a proposal, a vague idea...." Felix looked at him expectantly. "First we need to be able to contact Mr. Grindelwald and figure out what he thinks... Of course, we need an intermediary who can't arouse suspicion, not for students, not for professors who don't know..."

"I'm a good fit," Felix said eagerly.

"That's right." The man seemed to be encouraged, his nose slightly expanded, and the blue-green pupils became deep and glowed slightly. "It's best to find a chance for us to meet, not at school, it is easy to cause misunderstandings, we don't want to cause any trouble to Mr. Grindelwald,

do you understand? I had an informant at the International Confederation of Wizards, and he told me something cryptic, there was a grapevine saying—" He lowered his voice.

Felix leaned forward and leaned closer.

"The current chairman, Aginbad, may break the contract in order to divert his attention. I never want this to happen. I am willing to stand with you,

Do your part, Mr. Hepp, how about you? "

Felix looked hesitant, "Dumbledore one"

"Can't tell him. I mean, one has to be careful in the beginning, and Mr. Dumbledore has some prejudice against the Saints - which, of course, is totally understandable, we've been hostile. I think, at least in resolving the Before Kimbard's troubles, it's not a good idea to make a fuss."

Felix closed his eyes slowly, as if weighing the pros and cons.

"It's almost the best way. What do you think, Mr. Hepp?\"

"My thoughts one by one, I have to confirm the truth first."

"This is easy to handle, remember the informant I said before? I have a meeting minutes from him, with Arginbad's autograph on it, it can't be faked."

"You're very powerful, Mr. DeWitt."

"Thank you for the compliment! Mr. Hepp, I'm absolutely sure that some of us are in crisis. I'm just what do you call me!" The expression of the man in front of him suddenly froze, and he could hardly believe his ears , staring blankly at Felix, how did he know his real name?

"Oh, look, I have to apologize to you." Felix spread his hands.

"I'm so irrational - Dumbledore is good enough at this, he rarely directly invades other people's brains, even those who are hostile to him. But I can't, I can only do it in my daily life. Control yourself not to use it to avoid losing too much funListening to students explaining their reasons for not finishing their homework is one of my favorite forms of entertainment.

But when confronted with blatant hostility, especially a stranger I'm meeting for the first time, curiosity drives me around. If this person is still chattering in my ear, but seems to think about me again, this curiosity will be even stronger...\"

"What did you do to me?" The man whose expression gradually darkened heard this, and finally his face changed greatly, he shouted loudly.

"It's not you, although I'm the most curious about you right now." Felix said softly, the man took a breath and looked around. His companions seemed to be in some kind of strange fantasy, and two of them were snoring. , but he didn't notice it at all.

The man stumbled back, and even knocked over the chair. He hurriedly drew his wand from his robe and pointed at Felix, the tip of the wand trembling slightly.

He said a lot today, and most of it was true, especially the part about the strength of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, so he could underestimate Hep's intelligence, but he would not underestimate his fighting ability.

Felix folded his hands on the table, looking at the man with interest, without any intention of doing anything.

The sound of pushing and pulling the table was heard all around, and out of the corner of their eyes, they saw more than a dozen magic wands pulled out from various positions on the wizard with a dull expression in the corner, chest, waist, side, sleeves, these people all held up at the same time. Wand, ready to cast spells at any time.

DeWitt lost his composure, and the expression on his face was terrible.

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