A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 656
The atmosphere in the bar suddenly changed. Felix saw two people put their hands into their pockets nonchalantly, and then the man sitting across from him cleared his throat, and put his secret hands on the table again.

"Mr. Hype, I assure you that there will be no fighting tonight. We have come in peace."

"It doesn't look like it," Felix turned his head slightly, "at least Mrs. Rosmerta will not agree." At this moment, the proprietress of the bar is quietly staying behind the bar, busy with her own affairs, as if I didn't pay attention to the undercurrent surging here.

"She'll be fine," Knowlton said in a strong voice after a pause, "just to avoid trouble."

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

Felix smiled, but his tone was insistent without rebuttal.

After a few seconds of silence, Noel nodded slightly, and a bright light flashed in the corner. Mrs. Rosmerta's eyes turned from confusion to sobriety, but was immediately replaced by fear.

She let out a scream.

"Mrs. Rosmerta, I would like to order another glass of iced lemon juice." Felix said gently, and Mrs. Rosmerta carefully looked at this side and said in a panic: "Oh, oh, okay Yes, Mr. Hemp." She had collected herself by the end.

There was a clanging sound from the bar counter, which seemed a bit harsh in a quiet space.

"Mr. Haip, I have been abroad for the past few years, and I can hear your name every once in a while, but none of them can keep up with the invention of the exclusive wand, and its impact even surpasses the downfall of Voldemort. Do you want to hear it?" the man asked.

At this moment Madame Rosmerta brought over the lemonade and put it on Felix's side so he would have two glasses to drink.Of course there was nothing on the other side, and she didn't mean to ask the man sitting opposite him what he wanted, but instead gave him a hard look, then quickly dodged back behind the bar, looking around cautiously.

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

"Then I want to say thank you." Noel said flatly, picked up the cup and took a sip, and then said: "The Future World Company has grown into a giant, and you can find shops in every magic community. Tribes can now record their own songs, too."

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

As for the branches all over the world, it is also an important means to promote ancient runes.Rune cards, wizard cards, rune booklets... are half sold and half given away at the cost price.Not to mention - Felix just 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, who got the news almost immediately. Of course, not all Squibs want to come back, and many have started families of their own, but it must be admitted that almost all Squibs embrace magic With obsession, they don't mind having a wand, even if it can only be used to clean the room or direct a gadget to float around."

The man grinned.

"A few days ago, some squibs went to the headquarters of the Magical Congress of America to protest, and they were not without support—many of them even came from prestigious magic families, and were related to the big shots sitting in the Woolworth Building to make decisions .”

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

“These guys have a good idea, but they’re still naive. Someday, they’re going to be at the decision table and thinking about these headaches. Their opinions don’t matter right now.”

The man said that it was obvious that he didn't like the expression, and he continued:
"The new president of the International Federation of Wizards, Babajid Akinbad, is in a state of desperation. The Ministry of Magic of at least a dozen countries has proposed to formulate an international law around exclusive magic wands, and to include squibs in the scope of management. The effect is similar to "Confidentiality" Act... I also heard that the British representative of the Federation, under the instruction of Ms. Burns of your department, also submitted a proposal, which was taken seriously. Akinbad is ready to resign."

bang!The goblet in Mrs. Rosmerta's hand fell to the ground and shattered. Everyone looked at her. She seemed frightened by these indifferent sights, and restored the glass to its original shape with difficulty.Then she forced a stiff smile at everyone.

"So—" Felix said slowly, "what role do you play, or what role are you going to play—after showing me your excellent intelligence capabilities. God, I don't know. Are you sure you want to tell Minerva that she is very concerned about the future of those children, and if she finds out that her worries are for nothing, 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."

"In theory?" 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. Haipu, I don't know how many saints you have after [-]." learn?"

The fingers resting on the table paused.

"Agitated, scattered all over the place?"

"It's almost the same, but it's more complicated." The man said, "My grandfather was a saint," he said straight to the point: "Status... Barely responsible for the mobilization of believers in a country, the transmission of news, and the collection of intelligence."

Felix pouted, "I didn't expect to be a big shot."

"Not to mention, there are dozens of people like him, just like Gringotts all over the world, there are some people in every country, these people are running for the sacred cause with a noble purpose, and the rest ... can only be counted as civilians who agree with our philosophy."

"So that's how the saying of [-] saints came about." Felix nodded.

"...Since the duel that shocked the world ended, um, 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 excitement he felt. Awe...and despair." The man said with a pale face, but also unwillingly.

"despair?"

"The two most powerful people in the world, at least at that time... I am in awe of Mr. Dumbledore. I remember a description in the diary: The battlefield is covered with an invisible sharp blade, as if separating two worlds, no one Dare to get close to the frontal battlefield, where a ray of sunlight can easily take the life of an adventurous..."

Felix was thoughtful, throwing away adjectives, can Transfiguration do this?Of course you can, as long as you replace the deformed object with the ubiquitous air... well, it's still quite scary to think about that scene.

"...after Mr. Grindelwald's failure, there were several protests by people around the world at that time. Perhaps it was for this reason that my grandfather was not held accountable, but from the people I visited in the diary when I was growing up. Look, these saints of yesteryear are either incognito or under the spotlight of the local Ministry of Magic."

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

"Of course, Mr. Haip." The man immediately said: "To a certain extent, since Grindelwald, no one has the ability to gather such a huge force. A few people who are unwilling to fail can only cause riots in a small area. Their fate is not very good. It can be said that from a force that can influence the history of the magic world to a collection of pearls scattered all over the place, and even more manipulated by ambitious people... All this is because of the lack of a leading figure."

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

"No, Mr. Haip." The man said softly, "Even Mr. Grindelwald didn't set foot on British soil during his heyday, let alone the dozen or so of us. What I want to say is..."

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

"Even if he does nothing and changes his name now, the world will still be moved by him. We are just the first batch... It can be expected that there will be more and more in the future."

"Sounds like some kind of tacit threat."

"No." The man said seriously: "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 whole world will be on Hogwarts, even if Mr. Dumbledore..."

"That sounds troublesome enough," murmured Felix, "so do you have any advice, Mr. Knoll?"

"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 of all, we need to be able to contact Mr. Grindelwald and find out what he thinks...Of course, we need a middleman who can't arouse suspicion, not students, not professors who don't know..."

"I'm just fine," said Felix eagerly.

"That's right." As if encouraged, the man's nose expanded slightly, and his blue-green pupils became deeper and shimmered slightly. "It's best to find an opportunity for us to meet each other. It can't be at school. It's easy to cause misunderstandings. We don't want to cause any trouble to Mr. Grindelwald, do you understand? I have an informant at the International Federation of Wizards, and he told me Some secret things, there are gossip that—" He lowered his voice.

Felix leaned forward and moved closer.

"The current chairman, Akinbad, may break the contract in order to divert attention. I never want this to happen. I am willing to stand with you and contribute my strength. Mr. Haipu, what about you?"

Felix hesitated, "Dumbledore—"

"Can't tell him. I mean, you have to be careful in the early days, and Mr. Dumbledore has some prejudice against saints—of course, that's perfectly understandable, we've been hostile. I think, at least in solving the problem Before Kimbad's troubles, it is not appropriate to make extravagance."

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

"That's almost the best way. What do you think, Mr. Hype?"

"My thoughts—well, I need to confirm the truth first."

"It's easy to handle. Remember the informant I mentioned before? I have a copy of the meeting minutes he sent, with Akinbad's autograph on it, which can't be faked—"

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

"Thank you for the compliment! Mr. Haipu, I'm absolutely sure that some of us are in crisis. I'm just—what did you call me!" The expression of the man in front of him froze suddenly, and he could hardly believe his own 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 too irrational - Dumbledore is good enough at this, he seldom 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 so as not to lose too much fun. Listening to students explaining the reasons for not finishing homework is one of my favorite ways of entertainment.

But when encountering blatant hostility, especially when meeting strangers for the first time, curiosity can make me want to move.If this person is still chattering in my ear, but he just seems to be thinking about me, this kind of curiosity will be even stronger..."

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

"It's not you... Even though I'm most curious about you now." Felix said softly, the man took a breath, looked around, his companions seemed to be in some kind of strange illusion, two of them were still fighting snore, but he hadn't noticed it before.

The man staggered back, the movement was so great that he even knocked over the chair, he hurriedly pulled out his wand from his robe, pointed at Felix, the tip of the wand trembled slightly.

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

Felix crossed 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 sounded all around, and from the corners of their eyes, they saw a dozen wands being pulled out from various positions on the body of the wizard with a dull expression in the corner, chest, waist, side, sleeves, these people raised it in unison. Wand, ready to cast a spell anytime.

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

(End of this chapter)