Chapter 711： Growing New Saints

At the end of the dinner, Professor McGonagall stood up and said to the students: "First-year freshmen and prefects stay, and students of other grades leave first, so as to avoid people making mistakes and running to other lounges."

The students sparsely pushed aside their stools and walked towards the door. "Does anyone really go to the wrong place on the first day of school?" Harry asked curiously. "Oh, yes," said Hermione hurriedly, "but the mistake is easy to spot, with the names of freshmen written on the beds in every dorm."

In the professor's seat, Emmeline Vance, who had been quiet all night and didn't speak much, suddenly said, "We haven't sung the school song." Several professors close to her froze.

Professor Flitwick cleared his throat unnaturally and said, "Well, it doesn't happen every year."

The other professors whispered, "Yeah, yeah."

Emmeline's face showed a clear expression of disappointment, as if a wish hidden in her heart had failed, she said calmly: "I know, usually only on important occasions. I only heard it once when I was in school, or in When I entered school..."

"For what?" Felix asked politely.

"I can't remember clearly." Emmeline shook her head slightly.

Slughorn on the side showed a look of memory. "It seems to be a bit of an impression... I remember that Peeves created a chaos in the reference room, and some of the folders were destroyed by fire, including the score of the school song. It's a long time ago... There were some things before that. I haven't sang the school song in the first year, I think at least seven years, because none of the students at that time could..."

"So the school song has been out of tune since then?" Felix asked.

"Actually there are. Later, I found a backup from the library." Slughorn said, "But Dumbledore knew that it was enough to keep the text, and the tune could be changed at will."

Later Harry sat on the four-poster bed and took out the contents of the suitcase one by one. He lifted the top cover of the box, and a thick stack of parchment spilled down, Ron picked up the one that fell in front of him and glanced at it, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "I didn't know you developed a name for it. Are there any rules for the hobby of connecting?"

"They're real," said Harry. "And I'm going to write to them one by one."

Neville stood behind Ron, looking at the parchment with tongue-tied words.

"Or because of the biography of Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, ask for some details. Elphias Dorje wants the biography to be perfect," said Harry. For the next few minutes, Ron and Neville enthusiastically called out familiar names, and they played it as a game of who recognized the most names—and that usually meant the person whose name was pronounced. Small achievements.

Seamus, who was making the bed, poked his head and grinned: "Cormac McLaggen would be mad with jealousy."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, the price is thinking about choosing words and sentences every day, thinking about grammar and phrasing." In fact, he did much more than that. He also spent a lot of time speculating on Dumbledore's thoughts at different times, which is really not an easy task, ha Leigh had a similar experience - he was able to get into Voldemort's mind for a while to sense the other person's emotions and guess his purpose. Harry felt like he was doing the same thing now.

"Let's be more serious," Ron asked. "What do you think Emmeline Vance will teach us tomorrow? I never knew she was good at Transfiguration, I thought she was good at dueling, she gave us Used to be a guard, remember?"

"She's good at a lot of subjects," Harry said without hesitation. "Charms, potions, transfiguration, and a few simple and useful little spells. Dumbledore spoke highly of her."

"That's amazing," said Ron, carefully placing the two wizard chess pieces on the bedside table, then laying down on the bed, "and the centaur—I noticed Trelawney didn't show up all night, She must be pissed."

Harry shrugged, images of Trelawney gnashing at the mirror in the attic came to mind. He suddenly thought of Luna, who is in sixth grade this year and is expected to take Firenze's course.

At this time, Neville, who was still there, spoke hesitantly.

"Harry, can you ask me to join you tomorrow in Transfiguration?"

Harry looked at Neville in astonishment, but immediately a distant memory was touched, "Oh, I remember you took the Transfiguration .ls exam last year, so you—"

"It's done!" said Neville.

Ron sat up from the bed with a jerk.

"What grade did you take?"

"Excellent," Neville whispered.

A string of exclamations echoed in the dormitory.

"Awesome." Harry said admiringly, and several people in the dormitory gathered around Neville to celebrate, "So you can work **** the Aurors again?"

"How did you do it, Transfiguration is probably one of your worst subjects?" Seamus asked him.

"I think it's the role of Animagus," Neville said softly. "During the practice test, the examiner said that I could be ranked first."

"Is the effect so obvious? I want to try it." Seamus was very envious. Both he and Dean have the Patronus in their hands.

"Neville himself worked hard and spent a lot of time." Harry recalled, he couldn't remember what Neville was doing during that time, but he vaguely remembered that he was often with Hannah and cared about Hermione. Borrowed notes.

"Honestly, it's a bit late," Dean said with regret, "unless you're going to stay for a year." Then they discussed the issue for a long time, until they went to bed.

"I remember a few years ago, there was a gorilla captain of the Slytherin team who stayed at school. What's his name?"

"Marcus." Harry was impressed.

"That's right, it's him. He finally graduated with a certificate for the s exam, which is ancient rune!"

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

...

Felix stayed at the school for the next week, enjoying a rare leisurely time. As he mentioned while chatting with other professors at the dinner, after a month of constant movement, both he and Arginbad need to take a break. The International Federation of Wizards is not the only one, even if he wants to. It is impossible to solve all problems in one go.

Under the mediation of Felix, the Ministry of Magic of various countries did not act rashly (they also wanted to wait for the results of the British negotiation), but they still reached a consensus on two things. The first is naturally to imitate the British Ministry of Magic. Pan-Magic Alliance, Felix talked to Ms. Burns, and she immediately decided to send six experienced teams, and the local Future World branch would cooperate with them as much as possible.

The second thing is equally significant, that is, preparations for the convening of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Just as 300 years ago, representatives of wizards from all countries came together to formulate the Statute of Secrecy, so the new legal framework will be determined. In addition to the few remaining members of the International Confederation of Wizards who are preparing intensively, senior officials of the Ministry of Magic of various countries are also working hard.

A week later, Felix left the school after a short break. The memory in Classroom 7 is enough to be fake enough to teach in his place, and for the wizard—especially for him, distance doesn't matter, and he can even go back to school for lunch every day.

When he saw Agimbad again, he was staring at the huge world map on the wall with a sad face.

"Here, here, and these places..." He clicked more than a dozen times on the section on the African continent, and said, "They were all occupied by Grindelwald, who elected a new generation of young saints locally, and Instead of the original loose organizational form, some small groups of wizards who tried to resist or get out of control were smashed to pieces."

"The change over there is much more radical, it's in full swing," Agimbad said.

Felix wasn't surprised at all, because he made it himself. He took out the Grindelwald Code from the ruins of history, picked out the content that was still suitable for this era, and even implemented some radical content. With his own efforts, Grindelwald's current name is very resounding, and various analysis reports about him was put on the table.

At the same time, as a representative of wizarding (similar to nationalism) ideas, Grindelwald also gained a large number of fans, which made Agimbad deeply immersed in fear and doubt.

"Grindelwald is smarter and more dangerous than we think! Instead of sitting on the sidelines, he tries to escape the constraints of the 'Unbreakable Oath', he picks the most chaotic Africa and breaks the rules in the name of saving wizards - I Know what you're going to say," he said to Felix, "even if he's sincere, he arrogantly thinks he's the chosen one to save wizards from fire and water - but one thing you can't deny is that his power is on the way. Rapid expansion."

"I don't deny it," Felix said.

"So--"

"Since we can't take care of it for the time being, it's better to leave it to him. Don't you think some of his actions are meaningful? According to your analysis, Grindelwald's real purpose is to organize more than 200 loose wizarding communities. Reduced to more than 20 agencies similar to the Ministry of Magic... In the future, the wizards in that land will be more cohesive and management will be more convenient."

"But he will use the unified wizard army as our enemy!"

"There's an oath to limit him..." Felix couldn't remember how many times he moved out of this reason, but he may have said it too many times recently, and Arginbad was still staring at him. "Well, if necessary, I will stand up and make sure the two are united."

"How is this possible?" Agimbad shouted.

"The situation is changing rapidly, anything can happen," Felix interrupted him, saying seriously. "At this stage, Grindelwald has little influence on us. On the contrary, his existence can deter some people with bad intentions - more than my deterrence."

"Well, it would be great if he were on our side," Arginbad sighed, with a phantom look in his eyes, "he will not just overturn secrecy and wreak havoc on the wizarding world by himself. sinners, but, but..."

what is it then?

Arginbad couldn't describe it. He said these words not to justify Grindelwald, but to regret and regret.

After knowing that he had been deceived, he could not wait to smash that hideous and cunning old face with his fists. This idea lingered in his mind for several weeks, even after learning that Grindelwald intended to make Africa his own territory, not only Instead of weakening, it became stronger. In his view, this is a complete division of camps and division of wizards, and it is a conspiracy of careerists.

It's a pity that Agimbad can only watch and can't do anything. He can't even go back to Africa to see the situation in his hometown with his own eyes. He is worried that instead of seeing people, he will be attacked by some unknown people who believe in Grindelwald's ideas. Defeated, imprisoned, brought to Grindelwald, mocked in person.

Felix, who is the only one capable of keeping him safe, firmly disagrees with rushing to Africa, and instead focuses his attention on Europe and America. This is quite critical, suspecting that he is afraid of facing Grindelwald.

But Agimbad also had to admit a fact:

From a utilitarian point of view, Felix's approach is not reproachable, but has become more and more correct over time. He didn't rush into confrontation with Grindelwald and show off his force (which was unbelievable to Aginbad); he didn't waste time facing the near-unsolvable mess in America in the short term, but raced against time to re-establish the International Wizarding the prestige of the federation.

After a month, the federation is no longer an empty shell.

The above are the views of Arginbad and some wizarding groups. If Felix is ​​replaced, his thoughts will be completely different - also, no one should be able to think of Grindelwald and Felix, two stirring up the wind and clouds , but also different personalities are essentially two sides of one body.

With Felix's intentions, Africa has almost become an independent kingdom.

What he did was completely in line with Grindelwald's usual behavior, and even Vita Rozier, the only one who knew the truth, sometimes wondered whether Felix was disguised as Grindelwald or Grindelwald disguised as Felix Hepp?

In her mind, at least, Grindelwald's mind was nibbling away at the minds and living spaces of African wizards in a gentle way, growing like wildfire over the past month.

"If it's not for physical reasons, he is likely to shine in this era. Of course, if that's the case, it means that he and I are completely opposites."

Felix said with emotion. When he uttered this sentence, he defeated a group of wizards who "taken the opportunity to grow in chaos" with personal force. At this moment, more than fifty wizards fell to the ground, looking up at him and glaring at him.

Felix waved casually, and the new generation of saints held their heads high and took over in an orderly manner.

"So who do you prefer? Grindelwald or Dumbledore?" Rozier asked in a low voice.

"What thoughts?" Felix asked rhetorically, "I'm here to solve problems."

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