Chapter 180: ommissioned by Phineas Bla k
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Felix walked out of the L.C.A building. It was noon. He stopped by the Little Red Book Company. To his surprise, his sample book "Magic in the Muggle World" was completed.
‘The efficiency is so fast, I don’t have to worry about it at all. ’
As a serious popular science book, this book is in the same line as his first two Muggle research monographs, and is expected to become a series.
At least that's what the elegant lady in purple dress told him.
Felix also specifically asked about things that he hadn't paid attention to before, such as how his book got out of the UK and sold all over the world.
From her answer, Felix realized that there are two ways to spread the book around the world. One is to obtain the recommendation of the Ministry of Magic of the country, but this method is not only limited in places, but also because it is an official action, which may be resisted by some countries; the other method is to become a member of the International Federation of Wizard Publishers.
The International Wizarding Publishers Federation is a relatively loose international wizarding organization. Its members are top publishers from different countries. It holds meetings in March and September every year to screen out some valuable books.
These lucky books will be taken to magic bookstores in different countries for sale.
And Felix enjoyed this benefit before he knew it. For this, he once again expressed his gratitude.
"Your book is good enough, Mr. Haipu. For us, this is a win-win situation."
...
Felix returned to school, and many professors returned. Professor McGonagall and Flitwick decorating the auditorium, their mood is very happy, Professor McGonagall even humming a small tune.
The tall and burly Hagrid walked in carrying two three-meter-long pine trees. Flitwick waved his wand gracefully, making them stand in a corner of the auditorium and hung colorful paper tapes.
"Felix" Hagrid greeted roughly.
"Hagrid, how is the preparation for the lesson?" Felix asked.
Hagrid said frankly: "It's going well. I went to the library to check a lot of materials. I deliberately searched through the new books on the market. I dare say that the textbooks I chose are absolutely interesting."
"I remember the textbook for this course has always been "Where are Fantastic Beasts"?"
"Ah, that's the textbook for the upper grades. I made a new experiment in the third grade... You told me that innovation is to find a test product, and if it succeeds, it will be promoted to all."
"I'm looking forward to it, Hagrid."
Tomorrow is the school day, and the professors gather at a square table for dinner that evening. Even Professor Trelawney, who was elusive, came here wearing a scarf.
She whispered to a house elf, "Get me some sherry, dear."
The elf stammered, "Okay, okay, ma'am."
Her figure disappeared. After a while, she staggered and appeared holding a large wine bottle, "I'm sorry, I didn't find the small bottle, there is only this one."
"Ha!" Trelawney's eyes lit up, "It's okay, it's not bad, it's very good."
"Would you like some?" She looked at Felix, shook the bottle, and the syrup kept shaking.
"No, thank you." Felix politely declined.
Trelawney poured the wine on her own, and Professor Bubbaji next to her also drank a small glass.
Dumbledore appeared for the first time since meeting in France. He seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and took the tray of brown pastries that Flitwick had handed over. Felix thought it might be that he just got rid of the order. Reasons for boring errands.
After dinner, he stopped Felix.
"Wait, Felix. Nick has a few books, ask me to bring you." Dumbledore blinked.
So the two came to the principal's office and Dumbledore said briskly: "Wait a minute, I put it on the bedside of the bedroom. I will look at a part of it every day when you are away."
Felix nodded and watched him walk up the revolving steps and disappear into the second floor of the office.
"That's Dumbledore's bedroom, don't know what it will be like?" He thought curiously.
The principal's office has not changed much. In this spacious round room, there are all kinds of funny little sounds: the Phoenix Fox on the gilded perch is breathing rhythmically, the silverware on the slender-legged table is spinning and making trivial noises, and the wall has been on the wall. The purring of the principal's portrait.
Felix stared at the sorting hat lying quietly on the partition, hesitating whether to pick it up and study it.
"Hey, Slytherin kid!" said an uncomfortable voice.
Felix turned his head and looked over. It was a portrait on the wall. At the bottom of the portrait, there was a line of small gilded squiggles--
‘Phineas Nigelus Black, served from 1847 to 1925, graduated from Slytherin College. ’
Felix asked, "Principal Black, are you calling me?"
The portrait in the portrait hummed, "Otherwise, are there other people living in this room?" His goatee was curled up and his eyebrows were slender, and he looked very unpleasant.
At this moment, he reached out and grabbed the photo frame, "Get closer, I have something to tell you." Seeing Felix stopped in place, his tone became anxious: "It's good for you!"
Felix was full of misgivings, and it would not be his turn if it was good, but he still walked to the portrait of Headmaster Black.
The snoring in the other portraits disappeared, and they either opened their eyes generously to look at them, or half-squinted, watching their interactions closely.
But Headmaster Black didn't say anything, and maybe even if he was dissatisfied with him, there was nothing to do. So he said as quietly as possible: "Have you heard the name Sirius Black?"
"I heard that he is now a celebrity~www.novelhall.com~ three weeks ago, he escaped from Azkaban." Felix said.
Principal Black was choked, and he said a little embarrassed: "That is the descendant of the noble Black family, it is my great-great-great-grandson!"
"Oh."
"What do you mean, bad boy!" Principal Black whispered, but then he said slyly, "We are all Slytherin, boy, I know what you think..."
"Listen, the Black family has a long history, and there is a rich collection of books in the old house, which is not comparable to the tattered Hogwarts. Would you like to do something for me."
"what's up?"
"Bring him to me, not this me, but another portrait, remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."
Felix was very interested in the Black family's book collection, but he cautiously tentatively tried, "Don't tell me, the old house of one of the 28 pure-blood families has no defensive measures."
"Listen to me, don't interrupt me, time is limited! You will find it, I believe you can do it, but you need something unique to the noble Black family... Oh, Dumbledore! You! When did you come back?"
Felix turned his head back abruptly, and Dumbledore had already appeared at the second-floor armrest, standing with two books in his arms, his face expressionless.
But Dumbledore also raised his voice: "... betrayed his best friend, and he also killed thirteen people, one of whom was also his best friend for ten years. Do you know his ending, Phinea Si? The staff at the scene could only find one of Peter's fingers and a piece of blood-stained clothes."
The old man walked to the portrait and said in a cold tone that every trace of his wrinkle contained anger. "And now, he has escaped from prison, dreaming of helping the old master to regain his strength, and he will kill his godson as a godfather!"
There was no sound in the principal's office.
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Felix walked out of the L.C.A building. It was noon. He stopped by the Little Red Book Company. To his surprise, his sample book "Magic in the Muggle World" was completed.
‘The efficiency is so fast, I don’t have to worry about it at all. ’
As a serious popular science book, this book is in the same line as his first two Muggle research monographs, and is expected to become a series.
At least that's what the elegant lady in purple dress told him.
Felix also specifically asked about things that he hadn't paid attention to before, such as how his book got out of the UK and sold all over the world.
From her answer, Felix realized that there are two ways to spread the book around the world. One is to obtain the recommendation of the Ministry of Magic of the country, but this method is not only limited in places, but also because it is an official action, which may be resisted by some countries; the other method is to become a member of the International Federation of Wizard Publishers.
The International Wizarding Publishers Federation is a relatively loose international wizarding organization. Its members are top publishers from different countries. It holds meetings in March and September every year to screen out some valuable books.
These lucky books will be taken to magic bookstores in different countries for sale.
And Felix enjoyed this benefit before he knew it. For this, he once again expressed his gratitude.
"Your book is good enough, Mr. Haipu. For us, this is a win-win situation."
...
Felix returned to school, and many professors returned. Professor McGonagall and Flitwick decorating the auditorium, their mood is very happy, Professor McGonagall even humming a small tune.
The tall and burly Hagrid walked in carrying two three-meter-long pine trees. Flitwick waved his wand gracefully, making them stand in a corner of the auditorium and hung colorful paper tapes.
"Felix" Hagrid greeted roughly.
"Hagrid, how is the preparation for the lesson?" Felix asked.
Hagrid said frankly: "It's going well. I went to the library to check a lot of materials. I deliberately searched through the new books on the market. I dare say that the textbooks I chose are absolutely interesting."
"I remember the textbook for this course has always been "Where are Fantastic Beasts"?"
"Ah, that's the textbook for the upper grades. I made a new experiment in the third grade... You told me that innovation is to find a test product, and if it succeeds, it will be promoted to all."
"I'm looking forward to it, Hagrid."
Tomorrow is the school day, and the professors gather at a square table for dinner that evening. Even Professor Trelawney, who was elusive, came here wearing a scarf.
She whispered to a house elf, "Get me some sherry, dear."
The elf stammered, "Okay, okay, ma'am."
Her figure disappeared. After a while, she staggered and appeared holding a large wine bottle, "I'm sorry, I didn't find the small bottle, there is only this one."
"Ha!" Trelawney's eyes lit up, "It's okay, it's not bad, it's very good."
"Would you like some?" She looked at Felix, shook the bottle, and the syrup kept shaking.
"No, thank you." Felix politely declined.
Trelawney poured the wine on her own, and Professor Bubbaji next to her also drank a small glass.
Dumbledore appeared for the first time since meeting in France. He seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and took the tray of brown pastries that Flitwick had handed over. Felix thought it might be that he just got rid of the order. Reasons for boring errands.
After dinner, he stopped Felix.
"Wait, Felix. Nick has a few books, ask me to bring you." Dumbledore blinked.
So the two came to the principal's office and Dumbledore said briskly: "Wait a minute, I put it on the bedside of the bedroom. I will look at a part of it every day when you are away."
Felix nodded and watched him walk up the revolving steps and disappear into the second floor of the office.
"That's Dumbledore's bedroom, don't know what it will be like?" He thought curiously.
The principal's office has not changed much. In this spacious round room, there are all kinds of funny little sounds: the Phoenix Fox on the gilded perch is breathing rhythmically, the silverware on the slender-legged table is spinning and making trivial noises, and the wall has been on the wall. The purring of the principal's portrait.
Felix stared at the sorting hat lying quietly on the partition, hesitating whether to pick it up and study it.
"Hey, Slytherin kid!" said an uncomfortable voice.
Felix turned his head and looked over. It was a portrait on the wall. At the bottom of the portrait, there was a line of small gilded squiggles--
‘Phineas Nigelus Black, served from 1847 to 1925, graduated from Slytherin College. ’
Felix asked, "Principal Black, are you calling me?"
The portrait in the portrait hummed, "Otherwise, are there other people living in this room?" His goatee was curled up and his eyebrows were slender, and he looked very unpleasant.
At this moment, he reached out and grabbed the photo frame, "Get closer, I have something to tell you." Seeing Felix stopped in place, his tone became anxious: "It's good for you!"
Felix was full of misgivings, and it would not be his turn if it was good, but he still walked to the portrait of Headmaster Black.
The snoring in the other portraits disappeared, and they either opened their eyes generously to look at them, or half-squinted, watching their interactions closely.
But Headmaster Black didn't say anything, and maybe even if he was dissatisfied with him, there was nothing to do. So he said as quietly as possible: "Have you heard the name Sirius Black?"
"I heard that he is now a celebrity~www.novelhall.com~ three weeks ago, he escaped from Azkaban." Felix said.
Principal Black was choked, and he said a little embarrassed: "That is the descendant of the noble Black family, it is my great-great-great-grandson!"
"Oh."
"What do you mean, bad boy!" Principal Black whispered, but then he said slyly, "We are all Slytherin, boy, I know what you think..."
"Listen, the Black family has a long history, and there is a rich collection of books in the old house, which is not comparable to the tattered Hogwarts. Would you like to do something for me."
"what's up?"
"Bring him to me, not this me, but another portrait, remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."
Felix was very interested in the Black family's book collection, but he cautiously tentatively tried, "Don't tell me, the old house of one of the 28 pure-blood families has no defensive measures."
"Listen to me, don't interrupt me, time is limited! You will find it, I believe you can do it, but you need something unique to the noble Black family... Oh, Dumbledore! You! When did you come back?"
Felix turned his head back abruptly, and Dumbledore had already appeared at the second-floor armrest, standing with two books in his arms, his face expressionless.
But Dumbledore also raised his voice: "... betrayed his best friend, and he also killed thirteen people, one of whom was also his best friend for ten years. Do you know his ending, Phinea Si? The staff at the scene could only find one of Peter's fingers and a piece of blood-stained clothes."
The old man walked to the portrait and said in a cold tone that every trace of his wrinkle contained anger. "And now, he has escaped from prison, dreaming of helping the old master to regain his strength, and he will kill his godson as a godfather!"
There was no sound in the principal's office.
Felix walked out of the L.C.A building. It was noon. He stopped by the Little Red Book Company. To his surprise, his sample book "Magic in the Muggle World" was completed.The efficiency is so fast, I don't have to worry about it at all. 'As a serious popular science book, this book is in the same line as his first two Muggle research monographs, and is expected to become a series.At least that's what the elegant lady in purple dress told him.Felix also specifically asked about things that he hadn't paid attention to before, such as how his book got out of the UK and sold all over the world.From her answer, Felix realized that there are two ways to spread the book around the world. One is to obtain the recommendation of the Ministry of Magic of the country, but this method is not only limited in places, but also because it is an official action, which may be resisted by some countries; the other method is to become a member of the International Federation of Wizard Publishers.The International Wizarding Publishers Federation is a relatively loose international wizarding organization. Its members are top publishers from different countries. It holds meetings in March and September every year to screen out some valuable books.These lucky books will be taken to magic bookstores in different countries for sale.And Felix enjoyed this benefit before he knew it. For this, he once again expressed his gratitude."Your book is good enough, Mr. Haipu. For us, this is a win-win situation."...Felix returned to school, and many professors returned. Professor McGonagall and Flitwick decorating the auditorium, their mood is very happy, Professor McGonagall even humming a small tune.The tall and burly Hagrid walked in carrying two three-meter-long pine trees. Flitwick waved his wand gracefully, making them stand in a corner of the auditorium and hung colorful paper tapes."Felix" Hagrid greeted roughly."Hagrid, how is the preparation for the lesson?" Felix asked.Hagrid said frankly: "It's going well. I went to the library to check a lot of materials. I deliberately searched through the new books on the market. I dare say that the textbooks I chose are absolutely interesting.""I remember the textbook for this course has always been "Where are Fantastic Beasts"?""Ah, that's the textbook for the upper grades. I made a new experiment in the third grade... You told me that innovation is to find a test product, and if it succeeds, it will be promoted to all.""I'm looking forward to it, Hagrid."Tomorrow is the school day, and the professors gather at a square table for dinner that evening. Even Professor Trelawney, who was elusive, came here wearing a scarf.She whispered to a house elf, "Get me some sherry, dear."The elf stammered, "Okay, okay, ma'am."Her figure disappeared. After a while, she staggered and appeared holding a large wine bottle, "I'm sorry, I didn't find the small bottle, there is only this one.""Ha!" Trelawney's eyes lit up, "It's okay, it's not bad, it's very good.""Would you like some?" She looked at Felix, shook the bottle, and the syrup kept shaking."No, thank you." Felix politely declined.Trelawney poured the wine on her own, and Professor Bubbaji next to her also drank a small glass.Dumbledore appeared for the first time since meeting in France. He seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and took the tray of brown pastries that Flitwick had handed over. Felix thought it might be that he just got rid of the order. Reasons for boring errands.After dinner, he stopped Felix."Wait, Felix. Nick has a few books, ask me to bring you." Dumbledore blinked.So the two came to the principal's office and Dumbledore said briskly: "Wait a minute, I put it on the bedside of the bedroom. I will look at a part of it every day when you are away."Felix nodded and watched him walk up the revolving steps and disappear into the second floor of the office."That's Dumbledore's bedroom, don't know what it will be like?" He thought curiously.The principal's office has not changed much. In this spacious round room, there are all kinds of funny little sounds: the Phoenix Fox on the gilded perch is breathing rhythmically, the silverware on the slender-legged table is spinning and making trivial noises, and the wall has been on the wall. The purring of the principal's portrait.Felix stared at the sorting hat lying quietly on the partition, hesitating whether to pick it up and study it."Hey, Slytherin kid!" said an uncomfortable voice.Felix turned his head and looked over. It was a portrait on the wall. At the bottom of the portrait, there was a line of small gilded squiggles--Phineas Nigelus Black, served from 1847 to 1925, graduated from Slytherin College. 'Felix asked, "Principal Black, are you calling me?"The portrait in the portrait hummed, "Otherwise, are there other people living in this room?" His goatee was curled up and his eyebrows were slender, and he looked very unpleasant.At this moment, he reached out and grabbed the photo frame, "Get closer, I have something to tell you." Seeing Felix stopped in place, his tone became anxious: "It's good for you!"Felix was full of misgivings, and it would not be his turn if it was good, but he still walked to the portrait of Headmaster Black.The snoring in the other portraits disappeared, and they either opened their eyes generously to look at them, or half-squinted, watching their interactions closely.But Headmaster Black didn't say anything, and maybe even if he was dissatisfied with him, there was nothing to do. So he said as quietly as possible: "Have you heard the name Sirius Black?""I heard that he is now a celebrity~www.novelhall.com~ three weeks ago, he escaped from Azkaban." Felix said.Principal Black was choked, and he said a little embarrassed: "That is the descendant of the noble Black family, it is my great-great-great-grandson!""Oh.""What do you mean, bad boy!" Principal Black whispered, but then he said slyly, "We are all Slytherin, boy, I know what you think...""Listen, the Black family has a long history, and there is a rich collection of books in the old house, which is not comparable to the tattered Hogwarts. Would you like to do something for me.""what's up?""Bring him to me, not this me, but another portrait, remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."Felix was very interested in the Black family's book collection, but he cautiously tentatively tried, "Don't tell me, the old house of one of the 28 pure-blood families has no defensive measures.""Listen to me, don't interrupt me, time is limited! You will find it, I believe you can do it, but you need something unique to the noble Black family... Oh, Dumbledore! You! When did you come back?"Felix turned his head back abruptly, and Dumbledore had already appeared at the second-floor armrest, standing with two books in his arms, his face expressionless.But Dumbledore also raised his voice: "... betrayed his best friend, and he also killed thirteen people, one of whom was also his best friend for ten years. Do you know his ending, Phinea Si? The staff at the scene could only find one of Peter's fingers and a piece of blood-stained clothes."The old man walked to the portrait and said in a cold tone that every trace of his wrinkle contained anger. "And now, he has escaped from prison, dreaming of helping the old master to regain his strength, and he will kill his godson as a godfather!"There was no sound in the principal's office.
