Chapter 250 Reasons to Laugh at the Pureblood Family

Felix looked up from the dark book 'Magic Traits', "Miss Granger, you are working in vain, this is an external mapping of the mind, not the mind itself, and everything will disappear when the magic is cancelled."

The little witch said cheerfully instead, "At least it looks good, doesn't it?"

Felix shook his head and buried his head behind the book, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, it still felt good to be cared for.

And then there are those presents he opened today, which also put him in a happy mood.

Although tomorrow is Christmas, some friends who are far away have already sent gifts early, but he wondered why Belby would even consider giving him a bottle of wolfsbane potion.

Belby had already sent it once, didn't he? Do I look like a werewolf? Even if Belby had written on the note that he was "most satisfied with this work so far", what did that have to do with him?

The only consolation is that Little Red Book and L.C.A. Comic Company sent their latest split, adding up to 8,000 galleons.

The bulk of the revenue this time went to Andys, who wrote a letter that mentioned that the book is "selling like crazy" and the rest of the words were explicitly hinting to him to "hurry up with the new book!"

Felix tossed that letter aside, joking, one book a year is enough, more is not necessary. By the time his reputation as a master of memory magic became widespread, he had the intention of stretching the frequency of his books to two - three years.

Well, if he thinks about it, he should publish his new thesis, which contains the treatment data of the Longbottoms and a set of simple treatment methods, and he believes that the whole wizarding world will dance to his quill.

However, this time, he should find a professional publication. The Daily Prophet had no brand name at all ...

As for Neville, he also sent him a gift, as for how it's will turn out, he had no way of knowing it.

Hermione's figure gradually became transparent, somewhat like the ghost in the castle, which is a sign of overuse of the brain, she can no longer steadily maintain her consciousness.

Felix cancelled the thinking room magic.

"There is no need to be anxious, Miss Granger, you already have more 'time' than others." He said suggestively while beckoning some bottles and jars, "Pumpkin juice, butterbeer, honey water, fruit juice, take your pick."

Hermione poured herself a glass of juice, then added two drops of Invigoration Draught to it, and took a big sip, which made her feel alive again.

Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Why do I feel like I'm running out of time?"

Felix looked at her, wondering if it had anything to do with him, because he had given her all the ancient rune test papers for a third-fourth year, and on second thought, it indeed isn't good, his little helper has been very busy this year.

He mused that perhaps he could move some paperwork to the members of the Magic Rune Club? The sixth graders are quite idle...

"Have a little snack - it's a holiday, you don't have to buy yourself extra time, do you?" Felix said.

The effect of the Invigoration Draught helped Hermione to relax her frown, "There are new things added in ah, I have to find information for Hagrid's hearing to defend Buckbeak, the Ministry of Magic can be worse in this area if you don't investigate ..."

Felix's expression froze, "When did this happen?"

" In the last two days," Hermione said, "it is said that Lucius Malfoy knew about Draco Malfoy's injury and took Hagrid to the Ministry of Magic and demanded the execution of Buckbeak, oh dear, Hagrid was very sad when we went to see him ..."

"Didn't Hagrid ever think of paying a fine?"

"A fine?" Hermione visibly froze, "I did see examples of fines in the material, but anything that is assigned to the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures Committee--"

"The Disposal of Dangerous Creatures Committee? It is not supposed to be that department ..." Felix furrowed his brow, "You tell me more about this."

Hermione said, "Oh, well - it was the first day of the holiday, Harry was in a bad mood, and Ron and I thought it might be a good idea to go see Hagrid ..."

"Harry was in a bad mood?"

"That's right, because the day before he was at the Three Broomsticks - ahem!" She suddenly coughed violently, "I'm sorry, Professor. I mean, Ron and I overheard the conversation between Professor McGonagall, and Rosmerta on our trip to Hogsmeade before the holidays, and they talked about Harry's dad, along with Sirius Black, and mentioned a lot of things ..."

Felix wondered about something as he nodded, "And then?"

"And then, er ... Harry was in a bad mood - we went to Hagrid's hut and Hagrid made a mess of himself by being drunk, and he showed us a letter from the Ministry of Magic along the lines of accepting Lucius Malfoy's offer of a formal complaint and referred the matter to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures."

"The hearing is on April 20th, at the London offices." Hermione finished, and watching Professor Hap in deep thought, she added, "Hagrid said that the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures Committee are a bunch of weirdos!"

Felix laughed, "How to say ...? All of them are edge characters, doing disagreeable jobs. You can tell by the name, the odds that the magical creatures being put there will not be spared is high."

"Then, then, isn't Hagrid doomed to lose?" Hermione said angrily.

"Nothing is absolute, but I know at least one thing, the procedure is not correct."

"What?"

"The procedure is incorrect, Miss Granger. Normally, I mean, according to the laws set by the Ministry of Magic, even if someone appealed, the matter would first go to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures - the parent department of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures - who would then be responsible for it. Unless the case is more severe and there is little room for consideration, then it will be referred to them. And this practice is the outcome because this department isn't very pleasant ."

Hermione remained silent for a few seconds and said angrily, "It's Malfoy! They influence the Ministry's decision, and I've heard that the Malfoy donate a large sum of money to the Ministry every year!"

"Fair enough speculation." Felix said with a nod, taking a sip of his butterbeer, "There's no need to get upset, purebloods have always had an extraordinary amount of influence over such insignificant little things."

Hermione stared at him blankly, the professor seemed to look down on the purebloods?

"The pureblood family is like a group of spiders, weaving a huge web by years and years, so they know a lot of information, have many eyes and ears, and accustomed to seeing the situation, when they encounter some small bugs, even some smaller birds they will devour them cleanly ... even if they encounter the danger that they cannot fight, they would be able to hide in the shadows in the corner and quietly wait for the danger to pass."

"Professor, you are saying that they are simply incapable of fighting against huge creatures?" Hermione felt she understood the professor's train of thought.

"No, I'm mocking them for not thinking ahead and making the webs indestructible and formidable."

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