"Felix Harp?"
Nicole Noel softly repeated the newcor's introduction, then suddenly waved her wand. The air made a "whoosh" sound, followed by sharp sounds, as if blades were cutting through paper, echoing in the ears.
However, her magic didn't harm anyone, not even pushing them far away.
A few feet in front of the woman, several dazzling bright lights burst into existence out of nowhere, revealing a solid stone wall that blocked the spells. Nicole Noel was astonished; what level of Transfiguration was this? She instinctively stepped back—
Another wall blocked her behind. Her non-wand hand touched the rough, cold rock surface, and her heart sank like a drowning person. All her senses told her that the wall was incredibly real, with no apparent flaws. She even doubted if the person in front of her was Dumbledore in disguise. But sothing she couldn't comprehend happened; the previously solid wall, which blocked the spells, quickly lost its color, turning into simple, finely drawn lines. The figure of Felix Harp, standing like a statue, beca elusive.
Finally, those lines flickered a few tis and blended into the darkness.
Nicole Noel stared at Felix's silver eyes, her mouth wide open in astonishnt.
"Your eyes... do you also have the gift of prophecy?"
"You an Grindelwald? Are his eyes similar to mine?" Felix asked with interest. "We were colleagues for over a month, and I never noticed. I thought they were always blue."
"No, you are different from him," Nicole Noel said in a low voice. "He only had one eye with a different color, representing a rare gift of prophecy."
"Is that so?" Felix paused and expressed gratitude, "Well, can we have a proper conversation now? You don't seem to intend to conceal your identity. It's simple; there are quite a few Saints, but because of that, it's hard for
to judge proximity or distance. It's great that you appeared voluntarily."
"Don't expect to learn any secrets from ," Nicole Noel said warily.
"Even if the events happened half a century ago?" Felix asked.
"For so of us, our cause never ended; it just went into temporary hibernation."
"Ah, I see. Are you here to find the leader?" Felix said. After a short pause, he asked again with a guarded look, "I'm curious, what does it feel like to unquestionably trust soone?"
The fire of anger burned in the woman's eyes. "Are you mocking ? That's very undignified and doesn't match your international reputation."
"No, no, I'm genuinely interested... Among the groups I've encountered, it's said that only Saints have strong cohesion, of course, I an the core figures among the Saints. Do you know about Death Eaters? These two seem completely incomparable."
"Death Eaters?" The woman sneered. "What is that? So what? What does it feel like? Entrusting a part of your fate to others, like Muggles with their faith?"
Nicole Noel scrutinized him for a mont, and after a while, a mysterious smile appeared on her lips.
"I see," she sighed.
Felix appropriately expressed a hint of inquiry, but the woman remained silent.
A mont of silence. Then—
"I want to et Mr. Grindelwald."
"I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. Mr. Grindelwald... well, he has taken the reins and no longer concerns himself with past matters. It's best not to disturb him. It's good for both him and you."
Tension filled the air again. "Are you going against the Saints?" Nicole Noel said arrogantly and indifferently.
"But madam, how many people can you represent?" Felix retorted.
"Beyond your imagination," Nicole Noel said sternly. "I admit your strength is remarkable, but how many people can you handle? A thousand, two thousand, or tens of thousands of wizards? The entire wizarding world dared not pass judgnt on all Saints back then. Do you think you can represent those two million wizards?"
"Tsk, let
remind you, Grindelwald was imprisoned for half a century, right?"
"He did it willingly!" Nicole Noel shouted loudly, her eyes incredibly bright. "But he's out now. No one in this world can resist the Saints' army. Not Dumbledore, he only plays tricks and scheming. Mr. Harp, if you join us, you will be highly regarded. It's the only way to prevent Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the British wizarding world from turning into ruins—"
"Interesting. Are you implying you have plans to start a wizarding war?" Felix said with a slight smile, but his tone beca colder. "Do you know what I saw, madam? Empty threats. You're lying, and you can only represent yourself. And ntioning the Saints' army—"
His pupils were completely occupied by a silver glow, and the reduced runic script in the silver mist undulated. Magical symbols around him flickered. This was different from the adult gift Felix gave to Hermione; hers was empty and needed her to fill and inject her understanding of ancient runes. The one Felix held was the most powerful source of magical power for a master of runic magic.
The surroundings beca hazy, cold black walls appeared, and the two heard noisy voices. Young students passed by them, disappearing. Walls connected, windows, stairs, towers appeared one after another, and the overgrown woodland quickly turned into a vast castle complex covering thousands of feet.
Nicole Noel stiffly turned her head back, exhaling cold air on the illusory windows, revealing a fearful face. She turned around and stared at Felix across the corridor.
"I don't know how many people I can handle. Do you want to find out?"
A mont of silence.
"I'm sorry, I got a bit carried away," Felix said as the magnificent castle before him gradually disappeared. "But I despise being threatened," he muttered. Especially threats that might be achievable—this woman in front of him couldn't do it, but perhaps Grindelwald could.
Regardless, if thousands of wizards were summoned, he had no way to handle them other than escaping.
"Anyway, your plan failed, ma'am. Co with ; I'll hand you over to the British Ministry of Magic."
A brown owl flapped down, sorsaulting in the air.
Both of them stared at the owl, which dropped a letter at Nicole Nott's feet and flew away, probably relieved to escape what lay beneath. It had struggled to find this opportunity to deliver the letter and would undoubtedly reward itself with extra owl treats when it got back.
The woman glanced at Felix; seeing no reaction, she picked up the letter, tore it open, and pulled out the parchnt inside, reading the contents.
In just a few lines, she read it repeatedly. She slumped to the ground, pale, her gaze seemingly losing focus.
"Grindelwald's reply? So you've already contacted him. What did he say?" Felix inquired.
Nicole Nott closed her eyes, crumpling the parchnt in her grip.
"Oh, I see... You can leave now, Ms. Nott. Don't co back," Felix issued a dismissal order.
"Aren't you going to arrest ?" Nicole Nott weakly asked, opening her eyes.
"No need," Felix replied, and then, he vanished.
The wind howled, and Nicole Nott stood there, gazing in the direction of Hogwarts Castle for a long ti before departing.
"The old man is indeed charming; after so many years, people still can't forget him," Felix remarked, marveling, twirling a phantom piece of paper. Shaking his head, he disappeared once again, genuinely leaving this ti.
Grindelwald's refusal to return was a positive sign. There was no need to stir up trouble; who knew what kind of relationship these two had in the past—perhaps they were even a couple? Felix weighed the options briefly and decided not to burden Ms. Bones with this hot potato.
She had enough pressure lately, and Felix feared that escalating matters might lead her to strike.
A new week began, and everything at Hogwarts continued as usual. Except—
"Potter," Grindelwald stood at the podium, examining a submitted paper, "can you tell
what you've written?"
Harry stood up reluctantly, "Howork, sir."
"So, you do know," Grindelwald said softly. "You're not taking it seriously, Potter, so unfortunately, you'll have detention."
"But, sir—" Harry protested.
"I'll hear your explanation in my office, but not now. Don't delay the others," Grindelwald calmly stated. "Let's continue the lesson."
Harry sat back down, frustrated, and received sympathetic glances from Ron and Hermione. This wasn't the first ti this had happened, and Professor Bathsheda wasn't lenient because of Harry's acquaintance. On the contrary, she beca stricter.
Many tis, the sa paper, with a different na, might pass, but on Harry, it was 'full of loopholes.' It was unexpected to escalate to the point of detention.
"...Due to your 'diocre Muggle disguise' skills, more than half failed. This also ans that you could attract the attention of Muggle law enforcent at any ti. And if so of you, in your carelessness, pull out your wands, you might face a deadly retaliation."
"In the previous class, we learned that conventional firearms exceed the speed of sound. Does anyone rember what that number is? Good, Miss Granger. On the other hand, the average speed of a wizard, I an those proficient in casting silent spells, is about one-third. Unless you're a grand sorcerer capable of controlling magic beyond your body, you have to listen to my class diligently..."
"Detecting danger in advance is safer than confronting it head-on. An effective thod is using spells like the Sensory Charm to enhance your perception and detect the presence of danger in advance."
"Now, pair up, one facing the other. The one in front will use the Sensory Charm, while the other will concentrate on the wand's tip, but don't cast any spells. Let's see how well you can do."
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