Chapter 247: The origin of the name

Old London, the city cemetery, evening, the sun still has the last trace of reluctant to go down. Felix, wearing a dark trench coat, stood in front of a gravestone.

"Locke," Felix murmured, "you must be surprised to see me today. But I could only open my heart when I facing you ..."

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"I understand what Dumbledore is trying to say, it's nothing more than negative emotions and positive emotions on the magic boost, still so cryptic ..." he bristled.

"I also used negative emotions back then to advance in dark magic by leaps and bounds, although I later gave up, I found that it was never actually far from me."

"When I look at Neville, I can't help but envy him."

"He has parents accompanying him, classmates loving him, even though his talent is not outstanding, there are friendly classmates helping and encouraging him; when he is bullied by people from other houses, there are also people defending him."

Felix whispered, "I know I should be happy that I made this possible, but, Locke, I feel all alone."

"Why wasn't I so lucky back then?"

His trench coat fluttered without wind, and the deep dark magic radiated out naturally, flared out behind him, yet bounded within certain limits by him.

Even though Felix had always prided himself on his calmness and rationality, he still is not immune to emotions.

Of all the people he knew, the only one who knew him best is Snape, who said to him, "Is there really someone who can get inside your head?" He diverted the conversation at the time.

The answer, of course, is no.

It got a little darker, and people passed by the cemetery now and then, but they just put down their bouquets and left quietly after a few minutes of silence, until--

"Felix? Felix Hap?" An unfamiliar voice came from behind him.

Felix turned back in surprise; he is not surprised to see a young man and woman, but surprised that they know his name.

They were obviously both ordinary people.

Felix stared at the man who made the noise for a moment and asked tentatively, "Jim?"

The man smiled: "It's hard for you to remember me. You were nine when I left the orphanage, weren't you?"

"I've always had a good memory." Felix shrugged, "How did you recognize me?"

Jim said, "Dark hair, standing in front of Evan's tombstone, and the right age, I tried to guess, and I did." He introduced the woman beside him and said, "This is my wife, Rebecca."

Rebecca, a warm and cheerful redhead, looked Felix over twice and hammered Jim lightly on the chest, "You didn't mention that you had such a handsome friend."

Jim said grumblingly, "We haven't seen each other that time, and back then he was just a little brat with a nasty taste..."

"A nasty taste, huh?" Rebecca asked.

"Ahem, I mean, quirky, he was very famous at the orphanage at the time for bringing half-grown kids to set up traps against punks when he was very young."

Felix looked at them and joked, "You guys are so affectionate ... you came over today for?"

Jim said: "I just returned to London, accompanied by Rebecca to visit the grave, as a result, I saw you when I come in, at first I was not too sure, specifically went around a circle, the light on the other side is a little dark, I can't see too clearly."

Felix immediately withdrew the spilled magic around, Jim shook his head, is it an illusion? The light seems to be brighter now.

Jim extended an invitation to Felix, "We are going to visit the old dean, Rebecca has not met the dean yet, will you join us?"



"Sure." Felix replied kindly.

The three of them got into a taxi and passed through the streets, Felix looked at the street scenery with novelty, some orange lamps were already lit up.

"Felix, I haven't asked you yet, where do you work?"

"Previously at NEIL'S in London, but now I've gone to Scotland and I can make time to come back once a year."

Rebecca said in surprise, "It's that upstart company, Neil, it's famous now, how come you quit?"

Felix smiled, "I found a better choice."

The taxi stopped in front of an old house in the old town, dark shadows on the walls and snow and ice covering the yard.

"Dean, we've come to see you." Jim shouted excitedly, and half a minute later, a little old man with white hair stepped out.

The old man put on his glasses that were on his chest and looked twice carefully: "Jim," and then looked next to him and smiled out: " Lucky Felix, it's you, weren't you just here a few months ago?"

"Came back for a visit, ran into Jim, and came along." Felix said as he changed the subject, "Let's go inside and talk, Jim, is here with his wife."

Sitting on the old brown couch, Felix almost wanted to just summon the beer from the fridge, but he stopped the thought just in time.

Good thing he stopped in time.

The four of them drank cold beer and made casual small talk. Soon they talked about Felix's recent history, and Felix disguised himself as a professional manager in a company based in Scotland, running all over the world.

He happens to have a wealth of experience in this field and is not afraid of being exposed.

Jim asked a question, "Dean, why do you always call him 'Lucky Felix'?"

The old dean grinned: "Ha, we found him as a baby in a big tank of water, three feet deep, and he didn't drown, but swam happily, wasn't he lucky?"

'Felix' in its English context does mean lucky.

"What about my last name?" Felix couldn't help but ask.

"Well, let's see ..." the old dean pondered, "you were very different from other children, you would cry out only when you were hungry or thirsty, and when nothing is wrong you won't cry out, also, when other children pooped their pants you were always eager to cry out for someone ..."

Felix's face went dark, isn't it because the smell is so great that he can't stand it? Hurry up and call someone over to deal with it.

"... so some caregivers at the time called you, helper, the one who provides help, haha." The old dean laughed.

This is the first time Felix heard the origin of his name. At that time, someone did call him ' helper ', but the pronunciation of helper and his surname are not the same.

"Phonetically, it's quite right and looks like I'm ignorant. ..." The old dean complained about himself, but according to his drunken revelation, he never went to school at all.

Jim concluded, "So, Felix's name means lucky helper? What about me, what about me?"

"You?" The old dean gave him a blank look, "It's not like you showed any difference at the time, so of course, I just picked it up off the top of my head."



Jim looked hurt and went to hide in Rebecca's arms, causing Rebecca to push him out a little.

The old dean kept them for a meal, and then drove them away.

"It's good for you to come to see me, go on, go busy with yourself!"

From the old dean's house, Felix said goodbye to Jim, and he walked into a dark alley and Apparited away.

When he returned to his office he saw a figure standing at the entrance, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to cancel today's Runes tutorial, "Professor Hap!" Hermione greeted with a cheerful smile.