A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts
Chapter 613: Clash at the Dining Table - (2)

Holding an open magazine in his hands, Grindelwald looked at Felix with curiosity. Professor McGonagall glanced at him disapprovingly, apparently dissatisfied with his wording. After their recent interactions, she had come to a subtle conclusion:

This old man might be a worshiper of Grindelwald, perhaps even one of his former followers. McGonagall snorted, realizing that his words were just reinforcing that conclusion. She made up her mind to be vigilant in the upcoming school year, ensuring that the young wizards wouldn't be tainted by evil ideologies.

"Depends on how you define followers. I personally prefer to call them partners," Felix casually remarked.

He quickly skimmed through the remaining pages: 'Dignity Brought by the Exclusive Wand: Interview with the Head of the Silent Supporters Association,' page two; 'Forgotten Second-Class Citizens in the Wizarding World,' page three; 'Yearbook of Ancient Magical Runes,' page four; 'Outstanding Members of the Magical Runes Club,' pages five to six; 'Exclusive Wand Regulation Faces New Challenges: Fairies Demand Open Access to Exclusive Wand Use,' page seven; 'Domestic Elves and Assembly Line Production,' page eight.

Putting the newspaper down, Felix muttered, "It's both trouble and opportunity."

Whether it was good or bad depended on how it was handled. One point in the newspaper coincided with his own views - the need for a careful consideration of the examination and distribution of Exclusive Wands, not blindly increasing their numbers.

"The Silent Supporters Association, huh? How will they thank you? Build a monument or erect a statue in your honor?" Grindelwald asked, his attitude unclear. "You better be careful; they might regret it afterward."

Taking a bite of his bread, Grindelwald, after savoring it, wiped his mouth leisurely and turned a page of the magazine in his hands.

Felix felt several pairs of eyes on him, but he had no intention of getting involved in this discussion. He subtly remarked, "Professor Bagshot, it's good to see that your appetite has improved. I was worried when I heard that eating with false teeth isn't very pleasant. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, new teeth have grown, and Madame Pomfrey's skills are becoming more and more sophisticated."

"Has anyone ever called you impolite?" Grindelwald inquired.

"Quite a few... but they eventually realized it was a misunderstanding," Felix replied. Shifting the conversation, his gaze landed on the magazine in Grindelwald's hands, and he couldn't help but glance at Dumbledore, who was putting away letters and deep in thought.

"'Jane's Defence Weekly'?" Felix curiously asked.

"It's for lesson preparation," Grindelwald replied briefly.

"I see," Felix said, a thought crossing his mind. He smiled slightly and continued, "I've read this magazine during my Muggle society practice. In its field of expertise, it has done fairly well in terms of observation, accuracy, and impartiality."

"Do you know a lot about Muggle military matters?" Grindelwald asked sharply.

"Just heard a bit..."

Grindelwald sat up straight. "What's your view on those large-scale weaponry?"

"They have considerable power."

"Have you ever thought they might fall on your head?"

"I've considered it," Felix admitted frankly, "but they can't hit me."

"Ah, yes, even the most powerful—" Grindelwald chuckled, then looked sharply at Felix, questioning, "But what about your friends? Your fellow beings?"

"We have defensive spells."

Grindelwald smirked, pointing to the newspaper.

Felix hesitated for a moment, knowing he was referring to the Silent Supporters. If they flooded in large numbers, they might not align with traditional wizards.

"Mr. Bagshot, why persist in confrontation? It's the worst choice. Perhaps you are unaware, but the Ministry of Magic has always maintained contact with the Muggle Prime Minister—"

"What's the significance?" Grindelwald's attitude became confrontational. He said without courtesy, "Just a puppet. What if things develop in the worst direction? Hm? After all your preparations fail—"

Felix's expression froze. He spoke slowly.

"I still insist on peaceful means, negotiations, deterrence. War results in mutual loss. Moreover, if, as you say... Britain has three islands, and beyond those three islands, there are many other countries. Their opinions can never be unified, making that the biggest leverage."

"We represent order, and we resist threats from dark wizards."

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were completely shocked. What were they discussing? How did the topic shift to the exposure of the magical world and a wizard-muggle war?

However, Grindelwald showed an appreciative expression.

"It seems we have some common ground in this regard—"

"Leontard." Dumbledore snapped back to reality, speaking sternly. "You assured me."

Felix immediately understood that Leontard referred to Grindelwald. He had only known that Grindelwald borrowed his aunt's surname; the full fake name was now revealed to be Leonhard Bagshot.

Dumbledore stood up, speaking with a deep voice.

"Leontard, there insists on coming personally for a comprehensive examination of your body." Grindelwald looked at him with a sneer, his eyes suddenly full of fierceness and defiance. He hoarsely said, "They dare?" "I agree. You must comply." Dumbledore said calmly, not looking at Grindelwald, turning his head, and speaking in a calm tone:

"There's something you might need to handle, Felix. I couldn't find a more suitable candidate."

Felix's mind was still turning; a comprehensive examination? Who? The healer from Saint Mungo's? But the tones from both sides sounded completely different.

"What's the matter?"

"Return the snake-wood wand to Ilvermorny." A wand slightly larger than normal appeared in Dumbledore's hands. He spoke softly, "I've resigned from the position of the International Confederation of Wizards President; it's not suitable for me to keep it. I need you to return it to its rightful owner."

"You better go to the Ministry first; their delegation is getting impatient."

The snake-wood wand fell into Felix's hands, and a faint halo immediately rippled on its surface. In an instant, hundreds of snake hisses echoed through the hall.

"Silence."

Felix commanded with a Parseltongue tone.

The snake-wood wand fell into silence.

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