A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 217 "As you wish".

The following morning, Felix met with Mrs. Longbottom at the entrance of St. Mungo's as usual, and then treated the Longbottoms. As time went on, his skills in piecing together, classifying, and organizing memories became more and more proficient.

Sometimes, he felt like a skilled paperhanger, having to handle fragmented memories with utmost care, but even so, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no omissions or gaps in the process of piecing together memories.

Some memories are simply gone forever, and there's nothing he can do about it. In fact, his job is to build a stable memory structure and add memories little by little according to a certain logic, until the process exceeds a certain limit, at which point the human body's self-repair function will be activated. As for how long it will take to fully recover, he cannot guarantee.

"Melene already has some doubts," said Mrs. Longbottom. "I told her you're a healing expert."

Felix calmly replied, "It's normal for a stranger like me to have some suspicions since I come here every week, but we can probably fool them for a while. Whether they find out in November or before Christmas doesn't really matter."

Mrs. Longbottom agreed with him, saying that she was just worried and confused. By the time St. Mungo noticed something was clearly wrong, it would mean that her son and daughter-in-law were already showing signs of improvement, and then no one could say anything about it.

"Besides," Felix smiled, "my thesis is almost finished too."

"paper?"

"Dumbledore's suggestion concerns a treatment plan for memory restoration. I plan to divide the paper into two parts. The first part will be a theoretical explanation and derivation, which shouldn't cause much of a stir. The second part will include data from this treatment, which will definitely attract a lot of attention. I plan to release it around Christmas..."

One day in early October, a damp air quietly enveloped the castle, leaving wet stains on the ancient walls. Every morning, thick plumes of cold fog billowed from the depths of the Forbidden Forest and were carried by the wind to the school, swirling silver frost on the lawn in the front yard, causing many young wizards who didn't take precautions to keep warm to catch a cold.

Even Professor Lupin was unfortunately infected, and he had to wear a thick scarf, and his breath smelled of Mrs. Pomfrey's stimulant.

Felix also received two letters on the same day, both related to the publication of his new book.

In the first letter, Xiaohongshu Book Company reported a "huge" piece of good news to him: his new book, "Magic in the Muggle World," had sold over a thousand copies, and he could actually receive three Galleons and seven Silver Sickles for each copy, which meant his first batch of income should be around three thousand four hundred Galleons.

However, the letter also mentioned that the main buyers were the Ministries of Magic in various countries and individuals interested in Muggles—because of the fame accumulated from the first two books, many people would choose to buy the book as soon as they saw the name "Felix Heap".

Of course, sales will decline significantly afterward, before stabilizing.

Felix is ​​also very self-aware; his books generate a steady stream of income and will never become bestsellers.

The other letter was brought to him by Dobby, who was standing in front of him, looking at him expectantly.

Dobby was still wearing his little suit, but he was much cleaner and wearing a brown soft hat.

"Mr. Hyp, your book, 'The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick,' is finished. Mr. Andy asked me to give you his regards," Dobby said respectfully.

"Let's sit down and talk." Felix led him to the office sofa and casually opened the letter. The handwriting was very messy, very much in line with Andes's style—

"It's done!"

I can't describe how I felt at that moment. It was like crawling out of hell and seeing the first rays of sunlight at sunrise...

If this book fails, I might be so disheartened that I might just strangle myself, but that's unlikely, haha!

The filing with the Ministry of Magic has been completed. Originally, someone was trying to trip me up—that damned pure-blood trash! But after I took Dobby out for a stroll, the matter was resolved perfectly. To this day, I still don't know whether someone helped me or that family backed down.

But anyway, Mr. Hyp, you can expect the new book to be in bookstores in 27 countries. The book is divided into seven volumes, with each volume priced at 13 silver sikes, and the complete set priced at five gallons and six sikes. After deducting costs, we'll probably make two gallons—not comparable to professional books, but if it becomes a hit, our sales will crush theirs tenfold, I swear in my grandfather's name!

P.S.: If you have any friends in the media—you definitely do—it would be best if you could help with the publicity; we could really become an overnight sensation.

Felix chuckled. Andes really knew how to squeeze in a request. Speaking of media friends, he only knew one, Rita Skeeter, but he didn't really care how she was doing.

"Dobby, I'll have to trouble you to make a trip to this place later and bring me a note." Felix tore off a strip of parchment and handed it to him. Sparks flew across the parchment as they coalesced into an address.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a bag of coins from his pocket. "Here are sixty Galleons. Give fifty to that woman—she'll understand. The remaining ten are your payment for the recent period."

Dobby's eyes widened as he counted on his fingers as if calculating his salary. "Dobby, Dobby shouldn't get so much money, it's too much!" he screamed, every hair on his forehead trembling, looking like he might faint at any moment.

Felix said gently, "Your performance deserves this salary, and I need you to continue working for me. Your workload will only increase, not decrease..."

Dobby hesitated for a long time, and only after Felix finished his third cup of tea did he reluctantly agree.

Tell me about the situation on Andes' side.

"Yes, great and generous Mr. Hep. I'm there every day. Mr. Andy is very diligent, reminding me of my old working days. Two weeks ago, he finished all the comic book manuscripts and started assembling the workforce for mass printing. Dobby has also been helping!"

"Was there anything unusual during this process?" Felix asked.

Dobby racked his brains, "Ah, Dobby's got it! One day, Mr. Andes dressed neatly and left the house, saying he was going to register at the Ministry of Magic. He returned in a huff not long after. But he didn't explain why. Later, Mr. Andes took Dobby there again and introduced him to some of his friends. About two days later, when Dobby asked him, he said the matter had been resolved."

Dobby found it strange, but couldn't figure out why.

Felix fiddled with his ebony wand and calmly asked, "Who did Andes introduce you to?"

"There are many people, but Dobby doesn't recognize any of them... They seem to be this director or that committee member. Dobby is a little dizzy."

Felix sighed. "Never mind."

The little elf glanced at him cautiously. "Did Dobby do something wrong?"

"No, Dobby. From now on, you continue to keep an eye on Andes for me. If anyone causes him trouble, remember their name, or even what they look like."

"Yes, sir!"

"Now, you can go to the address I gave you. Her last name is Skeeter. Oh, she probably doesn't know you or the ouroboros emblem on you. You need to give her my name."

"Does it just require more mail delivery?"

"This is a deal, although... I don't intend for her to refuse."

Dobby said confidently, "I've done this kind of work before, visiting strangers." Then his ears drooped. "...delivering messages to the Malfoys..."

"You're free now. You can do whatever you want outside of work," Felix said.

He comforted the elf, then seemed to remember something, "Oh, right, I need your help with a test." He waved his wand, and a silver swift flew out from the tip of the wand. The swift chirped softly and landed on Dobby's hat.

"What is this?" Dobby held the hat with his two slender hands and strained to look up with his tennis ball-sized eyes, but could only see a silvery-white bird's beak.

"That's my guardian spirit. You just need to keep it with you, and when the time comes, it will disappear on its own."

"Dobby understands. Dobby will take his leave now." He snapped his fingers lightly, and his body, along with his guardian spirit, disappeared.

Felix's gaze became unfocused, his azure eyes reflecting fleeting images. After seven or eight minutes, his eyes emitted a strong silvery-white light, and at the same time, he said in a deep voice, "Rita, long time no see..."

Hundreds of kilometers away—

Rita Skeeter heard that voice, which filled her with genuine fear, again from the mouth of a silver-white guardian spirit. After a moment, she said respectfully and slyly, "As you wish, sir."

(End of this chapter)