Felix returned to his office, at late night, the window hit by the wind making a "click-click-click" sound.

He sat in his chair, his eyes passed over a corner of the desk, where there stood a stack of photos.

Felix picked up the photos in his hand, leaned back, and looked at them quietly - seven photos, most of them were solitary photos of Helena, she always smiled quietly, but from different angles.

The only photo is with him, and he said something at the time, and Helena gave an amused expression, and there's a clear gesture of covering her mouth in the photo.

Felix's fingers brushed over the photo, causing her hair to turn burgundy, and then he collected the photo in his ring.

"Have a good trip, Helena."

....

The next morning, Hogwarts is windy, Felix was woken up early, he came out of his bedroom in his pyjamas, the office is very dimly lit, and it is pitch-black outside.

The windows were raging under the gale, making an unbearable creaking sound.

Felix snapped his fingers and the windows seemed to become one, the sound instantly weakened, but the sound of the gale crashing against the castle walls was beyond what he had to offer.

Through the window, you can faintly see the branches of the trees in the distance keep swaying.

"Don't want to think at all in this weather." He muttered, lazily curling up on the couch.

Felix hooked his fingers, and the suitcase in the corner popped open, and a box of film floated in midair past his eyes, "Tch! I can't believe I've seen them all."

"I remember a very famous series of films, I wonder if it was released, what was it called?"

"The Legend of Nagini?"

Felix shook his head and beckoned a book of fairy tales, "The Adventures of Camper," from a wall cabinet - one of the gifts he had received for Christmas.

The main character of the story is called Robin Camper, a ten-year-old prep young wizard.

His parents, both employees of the Ministry of Magic, are usually very busy at work and often entrust him to the care of a neighbour, but he does not like the neighbour's cat and sneaks out.

Camper originally wanted to stroll around Diagon Alley, but ended up in Knockturn Alley by mistake and was whisked away by a dark witch with an Apparition.

But the good thing is, the resourceful Camper used a small trick to deceive the witch, smoothly escaped. After that is the story of avoiding the pursuit of the dark witch. While making various friends and trying to go home.

Felix finds that if one doesn't think too much about logic, such as why the witch's henchmen are three cats with names like 'Nate', 'Marsh' and 'Moray', and that they always come first before The witch found Camper and was chased away by Camper's new magical creature friends and so on all these issues ... is actually quite interesting.

He read with great interest, less than an hour to finish it.

"I wonder if this type of book is popular among the little wizard community, I should investigate, if the response is good, I can take reference to complete my new book."

"As for the plot well ..." he glanced at the Adventure of Camper in his hand, "the story of a ten-year-old wizard-to-be, sent to a muggle school by his busy working parents to live, learn and make friends in an unfamiliar environment. "

"Well, this wizard-to-be grew up in a magical family and is not familiar with the outside world, and with the help of his eyes, the reader gets to see a lot of interesting things."

"It's best to illustrate it with some dynamic images."

Felix absently made up the plot, the day finally dawned.

Harry woke up with a start, listening to the wind whistling in his ears, he rubbed on the glasses and looked carefully through the window.

"It's windy, oh yeah, it's March." He muttered.

Ron is still asleep, it's Sunday, and Harry doesn't wake him up, getting dressed and carrying his book bag to the common room.

He had a ton of Quidditch practice in the afternoon, and he had to catch up on his homework.

When he arrived in the common room, it is empty, with only three or two people, but he was not surprised to see Hermione.

She is carving a magic rune with a carving knife, and from Harry's point of view, it already looks very decent, the tip of the light coffee-colored carving knife flows with searing magic, leaving behind chestnut wood pieces with a burning symbol.

"How's it going?" Harry asked when she stopped.

Hermione gave him an ambiguous answer, "Not too bad, but I haven't succeeded once."

"Yeah?" Harry didn't quite catch the phrase: "It looks rather impressive, it has the mystique of a wizard in a fairy tale now."

"Harry, you are the wizard."

"I'm talking about the wizard lore of the Muggle world." As for Hogwarts, Harry thought about his desperate attempt to catch up on his homework and was hardly in the mood to think about gods and mysteries.

While Harry was writing his herbology class thesis, the whistling outside the tower didn't stop, interrupting his thoughts several times. This put him in a very irritable mood, and he suddenly looked up expectantly and asked, "Hermione, do you think if the weather is still like this on Monday, our herbology class will be cancelled?"

Hermione said, "I think - you might as well expect today's training to be cancelled, and I'm curious how the mandrake gets into someone's pot, Professor Sprout said it's almost here in a few days, and I don't want to miss it."

Several mandrake plants had a feverish, noisy dance in the third greenhouse during last week's Final Herbology class, much to Professor Sprout's delight.

"We'll know they're fully mature when they want to move to someone else's pot." She said, "Then we'll be able to bring both that poor little wizard in the hospital ward and Filch's cat to life."

Harry muttered, "Surely Wood won't cancel the training, I have faith in him."

When Ron got up, the three of them gathered their things and went to the great hall for breakfast.

Ron pointed to the Ravenclaw House crowd and said, "They don't look very excited."

Harry said uncertainly, "Maybe because the ghost of their house has disappeared?" He thought about it, and even though he hadn't had a good time at Nick's 500th-anniversary party, he would certainly be upset about it if Nick suddenly disappeared.

As this is happening, a silvery figure burst into the great hall, bashing the Slytherin students with a stack of chalk heads.

He let out a loud laugh and suddenly disappeared when no one reacted.

The trio got dumbfounded, and after a while, Ron said, "Merlin ah, nobody cares about Peeves now?"

Everyone knows that only Bloody Baron and Dumbledore can control Peeves Ghost, and he only maintains limited respect in the face of the professor.

"However, I do think it's not bad." Ron looked at the wretched little Slytherin wizards, especially when there is Malfoy among them, so he happily stabbed up a piece of bacon.

Hermione said worriedly, "It's Slytherin that Peeves is targeting now, not necessarily after a while."

"That's Slytherin's worst luck as well," Ron said optimistically.