Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts

by Little Merger

Three years after graduating from Hogwarts, Felix enters the school again. What will happen when Muggle wisdom, innovation and magic come together?

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Satisfied, Felix emerged from the Potions office and gazed through the window into the distance. It is now late March, the weather has become much warmer, and the forbidden forest and the mountain range are finally no longer looked empty when you look at them from afar.

"It's a shame not to go for a stroll in the Forbidden Forest on such a nice day." Felix muttered to himself, then he cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, and his body rushed up to the sky with a silver cloak draped on.

Felix landed at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the silver cloak behind him disappeared into a speck of lights, then he couldn't help but wonder, "Maybe in the future, one of my bios will be 'working with Dumbledore and developed twelve uses of the Patronus Charm'?"

He laughed at the thought and strolled through the Forbidden Forest. It was only when he got closer that he noticed that although it is still cold, there are already many plants breaking out of the cold soil and revealing their buds.

He also saw a bush of Muscadine orchids.

Felix wandered around several locations in the Forbidden Forest, including the Unicorn herd, the Hippogriff herd, the Thestrals, and of course the nest of the Acromantula. Gork's rule is still solid, especially with the presence of Felix as an "accomplice", any individual Acromantula that shows their brutal nature will not end up well.

In the evening, Felix cast a spell on the stake he found and turned it into a dog toy for Hagrid's hound, Fang.

Back at the castle, he ran into Professor Flitwick in the entrance hall, "Oh, Felix? Minerva was looking for you just now!" He said in a shrill voice.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Not sure ... but she told me to tell you to go to Dumbledore's office first, the password is: honey jelly." Flitwick told the information he knew, "It was almost an hour or so ago."

"Okay." Felix shrugged and made his way to the small detached tower where the Headmaster's office stood in a hunkered down manner. After saying the password, the giant Gargoyle moved away, revealing an empty revolving staircase behind it.

Felix knocked on the door and the gleaming oak door opened automatically, he stepped into the office and there are two people sitting in the circular room, Dumbledore behind a desk and a ...

Felix narrowed his eyes, he seemed to see an old lion striding toward him, tea-brown mane-like hair and thick eyebrows fluttering wildly, with a pair of yellow sharp eyes, even the wisps of gray strands in the hair and not very flexible legs did not diminish his aura of authority.

A name came to his mind - Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of Auror Office, the right-hand man of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He has never personally met Scrimgeour, at least privately.

So he turned and looked at Dumbledore at the side, "Headmaster Dumbledore? You asked me to come -"

"Oh," Dumbledore looked back from his spectator state, with his long fingers crossed in front of him, as he said with a smile, "According to the Ministry of Magic's appointment, Felix, you will receive three groups of visitors today ... " He glanced at the memo on the table, running his nails over it while he reached his index finger to flick open a piece of coloured candy paper.

"The first is Professor Marchbanks from the Wizarding Examinations Authority, she arrived an hour and a half ago, accompanied by Mr. Vera, Vice President of the Ancient Rune Society, they are currently walking around the school in the company of Minerva."

" It is a pity you did not run into them." He smiled, "But there's no need to rush, Marchbanks informed me that she intended to stay at Hogwarts for a while, and I agreed."

Felix and Scrimgeour simultaneously looked at him, and Scrimgeour said impatiently, "Dumbledore! You know I am busy with work and I just need an answer ... Perhaps I should send an assistant over, but this is a matter of great importance and I must confirm it myself."

"Well," Dumbledore said with slight regret, "the second one is Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour who's right in front of you, you should have heard of him. He read the thesis of Mr. Diggory and others from the newspaper and was greatly shocked by the phenomenon in which ancient runes could increase the spell potency, and it just so happened that he had a reserve Auror ... under him."

He looked at Scrimgeour, Scrimgeour remained silent for two seconds and said in a low voice, "Abbott Balk."

Felix thought for a moment, "I seem to have some recollection of that name, Balk used to act as an aid in the dueling club, but as far as I know, his ancient rune was not considered that good."

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"He only verified the authenticity of the information for a part," Scrimgeour said, with no trace of a smile on his face, he seemed to have lost even the ability to smile after years of dealing with dark wizards, "I later saw the tangible effect from another young man, who spent less than half an hour to recreate the point presented in the newspaper paper ..."

"Which one was it?" Felix asked, interrupting him.

"'Flame' Rune and the Fire-Making Spell," Scrimgeour said stiffly, " as well as the ''Flow of Water' Rune and the Water-Making Spell. "

Felix revealed a smile, "I guess the young man's last name is Weasley."

"Percy Weasley, he's currently a senior assistant in the Department of International Magical Co-operation, answering to Ludo Bagman and the Minister." Scrimgeour revealed a piece of information that he was unaware of.

Barty Crouch's position is currently unoccupied, leaving that job to Fudge on a temporary part-time basis, with Bagman helping out.

Percy Weasley must like that arrangement. Felix thought to himself.

"Let's get to the point, Mr. Hap." Scrimgeour said, "I for one have great admiration for your magical attainments, and I would like to express my gratitude for calming the riots at the Quidditch World Cup ... Given the current situation, we must plan ahead ... I would like to invite you to join the Ministry of Magic."

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?"

Felix was genuinely surprised. At best, he thought that this Head of Auror would want him to help train a group of Aurors or Hit Wizards, but he didn't expect that they would want to poach him as a package.

"The situation is not optimistic, the matter of Barty let the Ministry-" Scrimgeour suddenly stopped talking, and turned to look at Dumbledore, exchanging a look with Dumbledore, "Well." He muttered, "Since you know a lot, I might as well say more, but this is all classified information ..."

He limped over to the window and looked out over the black lake in the distance, but Felix felt him watching himself in the afterglow, so Felix turned his body slightly sideways and made an expression that said he is listening.

" The Ministry of Magic employees became restless for a while," Scrimgeour said, "I mean the smart ones, or the ones who are good at reading between lines ... they were frightened by Barty Crouch's appearance that morning, it was during the rush hour ... people were coming and going ..."

Felix imagined in his mind that the normally meticulously dressed high official of the Ministry of Magic suddenly ran to the Ministry of Magic dressed in rags and with messy hair to surrender himself, anyone who saw it would be astonished.

"... He looked as if he had been horribly tortured, Fudge panicked, and, as always, visibly shaken in the face of an unexpected situation, it was Ms. Bones who calmed the crowd and brought Barty Crouch to the small conference room ... A few of us, me, Fudge, Ms. Bones, and a few others ... listened to Barty Crouch's testimony ... you can imagine how shocked we were!"

Felix did not reply, he knew almost all of this and even knew that there was someone else in the office at the time - Lucius Malfoy. Yes, Lucius has a position in the Ministry of Magic personally, although it is only a nominal adviser, without any concrete duties, but with this title alone he can intervene in many things, especially since Fudge is in power, and Lucius has donated a large sum of money, which makes him an official guest of the Minister of Magic.

"Fortunately, the news was blocked, in order to avoid causing public panic ..." Scrimgeour continued after explaining the situation, "but only Fudge is still feigning that Crouch is still not free from the effects of the spell, accusing him of speaking gibberish, but both me and Bones recognized the seriousness of the problem ..."

"Mr. Scrimgeour, you're moving further and further off the subject." Felix reminded him kindly.

Scrimgeour glared at him as if chiding him for interrupting the speech, and he flicked his hair, which looked as fluffy as a mane, " Almost there ... No one would be foolish enough to ignore the testimony of a high-ranking official, especially when we also examined his wife's grave afterward, and it was, shockingly, empty ..."

"Empty?" Felix asked quickly.

"According to Barty, his wife pleaded with him before she died to trade her son back ... a life for a life, using Polyjuice Potion, very clever move! A normal person and a dying person walk into Azkaban and walk out afterward, and no one knows for sure that people got swapped just like that." For the first time, a complex expression appeared on Scrimgeour's face, he was one of those who supported Barty Crouch more than ten years ago.

Felix's thoughts became clear, he almost understood how Crouch Jr. disappeared under the public eye and was confirmed "dead".

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"If this is true, then what reason do we have to doubt the other things? Although Fudge still rejects that possibility, both Ms. Bones and Me were pretty much convinced ..." he looked into the deep blue sky, his thick eyebrows furrowed deeply: "A Death Eater and his master reunited, secretly plotting to restore their power, but since he sent the only Death Eater he trusts to Hogwarts, it means that there is something here that he desperately needs ..."

"Dumbledore, is it true that the philosopher's stone has been destroyed?" Scrimgeour suddenly asked a question.

So Felix, judged from this sentence, Scrimgeour isn't one of the Dumbledore's men. Dumbledore said softly: "Of course, that was the conclusion we reached after a joint discussion between me and Nicolas Flamel couple."

Felix also knew about this, and did not show much surprise, though Scrimgeour's next look of inquiry towards him left him puzzled, "So, you don't have it on your hands either?"

What don't? Felix blinked, suddenly realizing that this is what Scrimgeour was after, Nicolas Flamel's legacy - someone in the Ministry of Magic might have thought that the biggest reason why Hogwarts had caught Voldemort's eye three times is because of the possibility that there is something here that would restore his power.

For example, a philosopher's stone that was not destroyed as promised, or a philosopher's stone that has been inherited by someone else.

The former is related to Dumbledore, the latter naturally involves Felix.

"I did not inherit the philosopher's stone from Nicolas Flamel." Felix faintly yawned, as his attitude cooled down.

But Scrimgeour's biggest purpose of the trip was achieved, or rather, thought he had achieved it. He continued along with the pre-defined plan, "In summary, we realize that we must strengthen the Ministry of Magic, and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement decided to expand the number of recruits, especially for the Auror's office, and we urgently need more talents."

Felix politely declined Scrimgeour's recruitment. Despite his hint that Felix could take over his position in a few years.

But he didn't turn down the invitation to train both Aurors and the Hit Wizards, which is equally the result he wanted. "How about scheduling it during the Easter holidays?" Scrimgeour asked.

"No problem," Felix said, "I need some things before that, including the identities of those I'm training, their school grades, and the magic they specialize in."

"You should be aware that these are confidential, right?" Scrimgeour immediately stated sternly.

"I know, but I'll find out sooner or later ...," Felix said brightly, "I'm just trying not to waste both sides' time."

Scrimgeour stared at him for a moment with his deep yellow eyes, and just when Felix thought he was about to fall asleep, he said in a deep voice: "I'll send someone trustworthy to deliver a copy of the information, and you will need to destroy it after reading it on the spot - classified files included! "

"Then it's a deal." Felix held out his hand, and Scrimgeour limped over to him and shook his hand firmly with a large, and rough hand.

When the hard-headed head of the Auror left the office, Felix sat down nonchalantly on the couch, "He looks ambitious."

"Well," Dumbledore said slowly while fiddling with the silverware on the table with his long fingers, " this is obvious, in a way it's not a bad thing. He foresaw the impending war and saw it as an opportunity ... but there are in fact quite a few people standing in his way, Amelia Bones, Pius Thicknesse ... If Barty had not been imprisoned in Azkaban, he also counts as one; but now Scrimgeour thinks the war would cause the people to remember the iron-blooded head."

"You are saying he is over-ambitious?" Felix asked pointedly; Scrimgeour looked no less imposing, he is someone who does real work.

"I'm just afraid he underestimates the horrors of war," Dumbledore murmured: "Yes, he lived through the war over a decade ago, personally fought the Death Eaters to the death, but I don't know if it was luck or fate that he never met Voldemort head-on... ... They still haven't realized the crux of the problem: there is Voldemort before the Death Eaters, and once Voldemort is gone, the Death Eaters have nowhere to hide like a lost cub."

"Oh." Felix lowered his head and pondered. After a short while, he raised his head and asked a question he had always wanted to ask: "Albus, have you ever defeated Voldemort?"

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Dumbledore's blue eyes blinked behind his lenses.

"A very interesting question, Felix. It's not that often I was asked so bluntly."

"What I mean is that ... Voldemort has done no harm to Hogwarts during the war, and he seems ... well ... very wary of someone in the school ... And in the eyes of the world, it is clear that these two individuals had never fought each other." Felix said wordily.

"Maybe that's the truth." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Or maybe it's only partially true." Felix said immediately, "The truth that some people see - they only see the result, or a few points of the process, but not a glimpse of the whole picture."

Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his mouth slightly open as if he was choosing the right words to use.

Felix knew he got to do something, say something ... or else by the time the old man made his call, he would simply be left in suspense about the outcome. So he cleared his throat and said, "Albus, we are all aware that Voldemort and Crouch Jr. are hiding somewhere and the Ministry of Magic has sent a large number of Aurors and Hit Wizards but found nothing ... I'm afraid we have to consider the possibility of his successful resurrection, and I need to be clear about his strength. "

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore seemed to be convinced -

"I can assure you, Felix, although I have never seen him die in front of me, but I have indeed broken and destroyed his body more than once, leaving him with wounds that are normally incurable."

Dumbledore calmly stated a long-buried mystery.

"Normally incurable?" Felix asked keenly.

"I remember I mentioned to you ... I had interviewed him?" Dumbledore said quietly, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling.

"... That's true." Felix said slowly, suppressing the interest in his heart.

"This is what he looked like at the time--"

Dumbledore waved his wand sharply, a somewhat illusory figure gradually defined. His face seemed to have been burned, his features were a blurry mess with almost no angular features, and the skin on his face appeared like solidified white wax that was oddly misshapen. The whites of his eyes seemed chronically filled with blood, and his black pupils glittered with a cold gleam.

Felix carefully examined Dumbledore's recollection of Voldemort, he is not unfamiliar with this image - he had seen it once when he found the locket - but it was clear that Voldemort looked even less human than he did then.

'This might indicate that Voldemort had finished making the locket Horcrux way before the interview.' This thought flashed through Felix's mind. Linking to Dumbledore's words just now, he tentatively asked: "Is it the effect of dark magic? Or is it the influence of the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore looked at him approvingly and waved his hand to disperse the virtual image in the air.

"Both possibilities exist, I personally lean toward the former ... of course we can not rule out the impact on the body due to the lack of soul caused by multiple Horcruxes. After all, no one in history has ever done what he did."

"So Voldemort's body is different from normal? He combines the bloodline magic of Salazar Slytherin with his own dark magic, which leads to what would normally be considered a fatal wound being ineffective against him?" Felix combined Dumbledore's words and analysed them.

He could not help but frown, how can we still fight in this case?

He suddenly thought of a possibility. Felix jerked to look at Dumbledore, it was hard to hide the surprise in his heart, as he blurted out, "Magic being?" Voldemort reached the realm of Lady Ravenclaw?

At the same time, he recalled what Dumbledore had said when he heard the word 'magical being' last time -

"Felix, I can't really give you much useful insight; when I was younger, I truly thought I could do anything at one point for a not-so-short period of time ... magical being? That's an overly modest term, to be honest, I was too arrogant at that time."

At the same time, Dumbledore showed him the "trick" of flicking a magic spell with his fingers ...

Dumbledore straightened his body from the back of the chair, with his hands on the table, then slowly but firmly he shook his head: "I do not think that is the reason, at least I have never had such an ability. Even ... the other founders of the school had no similar records, on the contrary, Salazar Slytherin - as far as I know - had been known suspected of possessing magic that could draw on the life force to heal himself."

"Diary?" Felix asked with alarm. Two years ago, the diary Horcrux had bewitched Ginny Weasley and absorbed some of her life force, but fortunately not much, and it had been discovered in time to be fixed by Madame Pomfrey using her superior healing skills.

"It may as well have been." Dumbledore nodded gently: "Magic that makes people lose their life force is rare but not unheard of, but transferring life force from one person (Ginny) to another piece of soul is something I've never heard of."

"Is it the effect of the Horcrux?" Felix speculated about another possibility, "Maybe the Horcrux has the characteristic of absorbing life force." But he realized it isn't right, he had read a chapter about Horcruxes in Black's old mansion - it is an antique book called Advanced Dark Magic Unveiled - and his knowledge of Horcruxes is not considered that lacking.

Dumbledore also dismissed this speculation.

"A Horcrux is a piece of soul that is stripped away and left somewhere in the world as a means of keeping the user who made it from getting completely wiped out. In short, it is to prevent one from dying." Dumbledore said, "For this goal, the stripped soul should be in a state of slumber, or at least very inactive state - except the time when mortal crisis near the Horcrux when it will arouse to defend itself - this is why the Horcrux is considered safe."

Felix nodded slightly, agreeing with Dumbledore's words. No one in their right mind would want to have an active, independently conscious soul fragment in their Horcrux, what would happen if it got into trouble and got destroyed?

Moreover, only a small piece of soul is sufficient for Horcrux, so it would be hard for this soul to do much.

"... but that diary should be special?" He pondered.

"Exactly." Dumbledore nodded and said: "When Ginny Weasley first wrote in that diary and received a response, she already fell into Voldemort's carefully woven trap ... I can pretty much conclude that Voldemort did not consider it as a life-saving Horcrux, in fact, it should have been created as a key to the Chamber of Secrets, so he empowered the diary with many perks; such as his memory up to age 16, sufficient activity ... naturally he also included the knowledge he inherited from his Slytherin ancestors in the Chamber of Secrets."

"But it's all speculation." Felix said with a frown, a wave of vexation raisied in his heart, Dumbledore's tone of voice though sounded conclusive, how could he be so sure?

He roughly combed through the information. Dumbledore had many secret fights with Voldemort during the war, and more than once he had dealt Voldemort a serious injury, but soon Voldemort came back alive and kicking; he figured Dumbledore would have investigated the reason behind it, because Dumbledore considered it an effect of dark magic and bloodline magic, on the basis that it was documented that Salazar Slytherin possessed the magic of drawing life force to heal his injuries and the fact that Ginny's life force had been absorbed ... But there is still one more possibility, Felix couldn't help but wonder -why not?

So he asked out, " And why it couldn't be that he had been resurrected with a Horcrux?"

Dumbledore's gaze returned as he asked calmly, "Why do you assume so?"

"Just an educated guess," Felix shrugged, "maybe he did use dark magic to remodel his body, but there should be limits, no? Like he merely stalled his demise and found a loyal servant to perform a resurrection ritual for him after he escaped ... Well, he would have used the Confundus Charm or an Obliviate to erase any loose ends afterward? Or maybe he will just discard them ..."

Dumbledore lowered his head in silence.

"The situation you describe indeed exists, Felix." He said. "But in any case, the information we have at hand is rather limited." He looked thoughtfully at the table leg before saying in a faintly audible voice, "Perhaps I should be more proactive."

"What?" Felix didn't catch his words.

"Thank you for reminding me this, Felix." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I almost neglected this point. Instinct tells me that this piece of information is particularly useful."

Felix knew this signalled the end of the conversation, maybe he should go find Professor Marchbanks, or perhaps it would be more fun to banter with Clammy's grandfather ... but he felt a little reluctant, as he still failed to find out about Voldemort's strength.

He got up from the couch and said, "One last question, Albus, can I take it that your strength is far greater than Voldemort's?"

There was another silence -

"I am old," Dumbledore said seriously, " Even twenty years ago, I could barely gain an upper hand over him, and if he resurrects again, the victory is difficult to predict."

"Barely gain an upper hand?" Felix asked with confusion, Dumbledore previously stated that he had " broken and destroyed Voldemort's body " more than once, this more than once, is worth pondering.

"I used a special method," Dumbledore winked his azure eyes gaily, " So Voldemort believed that I had hidden my strength with the purpose of setting up a trap ... and the fact is, we were not that far apart in strength."

"A special method ...," Felix repeated slowly.

"A little trick that can temporarily bring me back to my prime." Dumbledore replied with a smirk in a childish tone.

...

It was completely dark when he came out of the Headmaster's office. Felix felt his mind is slightly disorganized, and he urgently needs to sort out the information he gained today. So he hurried back to his office and closed the door. As for Professor Marchbanks, she could wait till tomorrow, since Dumbledore had mentioned that she would be staying for some time anyhow.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore still sitting in his armchair in the circular office, as he opened the left drawer, where a locket case and a wand are placed.

Phoenix Fawkes from its perch landed on Dumbledore's shoulder and cried softly.

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The next day, Felix woke up with a yawn.

He did not sleep well last night, lying in bed and tossing around for half a night, when he suddenly realized a matter: he is shouldering too many responsibilities, and many of these responsibilities have suddenly appeared in his hands without being his problem, and he has never tried to shrink away from them, or even resistance to them mentally.

Since when? Felix pondered this question as he brushed his teeth in the mirror. In his mind some people and things flashed by, in just over two years, he has experienced a lot.

Felix knew in his mind, that Dumbledore had never rejected his mystery-solving behaviour, or rather he even took the initiative to tell him a lot of hidden information, something that Dumbledore probably never revealed to someone before.

Well, from what Felix had tested, at least, Severus did not know much about the secret of the Horcruxes. The few people who knew - Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius were under a hush order, and even Remus did not know the truth.

Why would a wise man who had lived through great turmoil and kept his secrets so closely with him tell him so much information readily? Felix could only think of the possibility that Dumbledore wanted to drag him along in the fight against Voldemort.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Felix does not reject this idea, his thought process before entering the job is - He is strong - only Dumbledore and the wandering spirit-like Voldemort can truly bring him pressure. Even if Voldemort is resurrected, Hogwarts is safe enough, after all, there is Dumbledore around, and he also does not mind being sheltered while offering some assistance; if he happens to find that Voldemort's strength is just so-so, he naturally does not mind solving the trouble personally.

But over the past two years, his strength and mentality have changed dramatically. Before joining, he relied more on his talent, using his high level of magic spells to pressure people with great strength, but in essence, the difference between his strength and those Elite Auror is not that great. At most compared to them, he had a few more ancient magic and level six magic spells, along with some trump cards ... but they also have decades of more combat experience than he did, Felix thought he would have fainted if he had been struck by a few stunning spells.

Felix reckoned that he might have been able to beat Moody in his heyday one-on-one ( which he understood during the healing ), but if Moody brought a well-trained Auror squad with him, the result is not easy to predict - he certainly can use his immature thought acceleration to perform his instant kill tactics, which he had successfully carried out against those American students, but once his trump card failed, the disaster will be greater.

Now the situation is completely different. He perfected the instant kill tactic, by which he can move around to come and go as he likes; thinking room magic started to gain battle power, with it, he no longer needs to be concerned with group offence; memory magic is at the top of his list, and soon he will play with it ... Patronus's flying cloak is not very useful, at most, it eliminates the need for a flying broom; with a humanoid shield charm he no longer needs to be afraid of stray bullets, but it can't resist powerful spells ... In addition to this, there is also his bottomless deep attainment in runes.

Frankly speaking, Felix hardly has any psychological pressure. Even when he knew that there is whole new scenery ahead of him - let's say "magical being", or "legend" - he remained calm.

It is always easier to run away when you have no family to worry about, and the records of the last war show that, although rare, there were some people who managed to escape from Voldemort's hunt. Which includes the Longbottoms, which Felix learned about in detail from the two when he visited the Longbottoms during the summer break of the previous year -- not just from memory, but also from the two Aurors' analytical train of thought.

He came to the conclusion that he is much more skilful than the Longbottoms when it comes to escaping.

Considering the worst possible scenario, Dumbledore is no match for the resurrected and reborn Voldemort, he also fell short of fire, he will withdraw as soon as he sees that the situation is irreversible, to wait for the opportunity, as well as for his own ability to cross that threshold.

Felix has both patience and self-confidence in his ability to go further than anyone else on the path of magic, but he needs time.

He had always planned ahead, with calmness, rationality, and self-discipline ... in line with what he always wanted for himself, but when Felix stood at the podium of the Ancient Runes classroom, his both fists clenched hard when he saw a familiar face, and then he wasn't that sure anymore.

'If one day, it is necessary for someone to take over Dumbledore's burden to face what he had faced, what should I do?' Thinking about this question, Felix swept his gaze across the classroom, lingering slightly on the very back of the room, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he said.

"We have two more people in the classroom today, one is Professor Griselda Marchbanks from the Wizarding Examinations Authority-"

The young wizards clapped enthusiastically while looking back at the very small, hunchbacked witch in the last row, who had so many wrinkles on her face that ants could get lost in it. She waved her hand in response.

"We have a lot to talk about! But I think it's more important to focus on class!" The short Marchbanks shouted energetically.

Ron clapped his hands while looking hard at the back row: "She's our examiner for next year, isn't she, isn't she?"

Harry also stared at Professor Marchbanks, but he also divided his gaze a little towards the half-bald old man next to her, who, although not as exaggerated, did bear some resemblance to Uncle Vernon's figure. Especially when he did not speak and stared at them with a pair of bull eyes, these two are simply identical.

Harry dreaded that this man would suddenly jump up and roll his tongue into a ball and mutter words that no one could hear, just like how Uncle Vernon couldn't say a complete sentence when he was very angry.

Hermione seemed to want to leave a good impression, sitting properly, although her eyes almost darted into her eyebrows. And next to her, Neville sat red-faced, still recovering from the shock before class - Professor Marchbanks knows Neville's grandmother personally, and before class, she asked loudly about Neville's grandmother and his parents, and Marchbanks kept telling Neville to "speak louder! " As a result, her voice got louder and louder, but Neville's voice got smaller and smaller.

"The other one is Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Rune Society." Felix waited for the applause to die down, and continued, while the old man gave a "hum" from his nose, as a greeting.

The applause lessened this time, and the students exchanged puzzled glances with each other - "What is Ancient Rune Society?

"Can't you guess it with its name?"

"Is it an organization?"

"How come I've never heard of it?"

"Probably a private club created by a group of ancient rune enthusiasts ... similar to the Gobstone Club at school."

"There is such a club in the school?"

"I can assure you, there definitely is!"

...

Felix unhurriedly took out the textbook and said cheerfully, "Today we will proceed with the part we left in the last class, and this part of knowledge is likely to appear in the O.W.Ls exam ..."

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"The Rune 'sun wheel', describes a dynamic process of rising, of change ... can indicate the rising of the sun, the change of will, in particular, it refers to the change of will influenced by magic... ...and the path to success, the honour achieved by the strong will of the individual ..."

While Felix spoke eloquently from the podium, Professor Griselda Marchbanks, who is seated in the back row, stared in amazement.

She is very old, a bit deaf, so she was about to use a magic spell to improve her hearing - a spell that would put her in an irritable mood after using it for a long time, like a thousand bees buzzing in her ears, so she only uses it on important occasions, such as the annual wizarding level tests. But she suddenly realized that before she could draw her wand, Felix's voice was already ringing loud and clear in her ears.

The key point is that - as she looked around - no one else felt any discomfort at all, which meant that Felix had silently managed to reach her alone.

In addition to that, as she looked at a bright symbol that Felix held in his palm, she also solved a doubt as to why this young kid dared to state in front of her, the examiner, that 'this part of knowledge may appear in the O.W.Ls exam' a while before ...

Because this is a practical ancient rune. There are not many people who can be more vocal in this field other than this young professor and his students.

At best, there are some alchemists, but they are only slightly dabbled in it, and their research direction is still the application of runes in alchemy.

Except for these people, no one even from the Wizarding Examinations Authority could participate in the test question selection; What about the people from the Ancient Rune Society? - she glanced at the old man whose eyes also widened, knowing full well in her heart - they couldn't either.

A student raised her hand.

"Miss Greengrass?"

"Um, so it's a dual-purpose rune? Both a translational and a practical kind?" Daphne asked.

"That's right," Felix nodded towards her, "you can interpret it that way."

At that moment, the Hedstrom Vera sitting in the back row stared at the Rune in Felix's hand and froze for a moment, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then with an ecstatic expression on his face, he followed Daphne's example and also raised his hand, looking at Felix with bated breath.

"Well ... what do you think about this, Mr. Vera?" Felix stifled a smile and asked.

"It's like this," Hedstrom Vera said in a smug tone as his eyes widened, "I also studied this Rune, only the way I taught myself to write it wasn't quite the same as yours." He held out his chubby fingers and pointed to the rune and said, "And I'm pretty sure this one of yours is different from the one marked in the Ancient Rune Book too, the correct way would look like ... er ..."

From the podium, Felix matched the speed of his speech and angled the rune in midair slightly, with a little added curvature on either side of it, "Is this right?"

Strangely enough, when he did so, the rune immediately became dull and lost its lustre.

"... is correct." The old man showed an uncomprehending expression.

Felix looked at the crowd below the podium.

"Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Vera," he said happily, seemingly genuinely grateful, "and that's what I need you all to notice."

The students stared at him with wide eyes.

"I have recently made a new discovery: many runes that are considered to be a translational kind of rune are actually a variation or typo of certain practical runes, and I guess it may be the result happened due to a long time ... so I intend to give you a quick recap of what you have learned in the past in the near future."

"For example, take this sample in front of you, the translatable rune looks like a slightly curved stroke of lightning, or a flat, angled letter 'S'; and the practical rune," Felix readjusted the rune in his hand so that the students could see the whole change, with the curved lines were gradually straightened, like -

"Flipped over Capital letter 'N', with top and bottom tips slightly out." He said. The symbol in his hand was also re-lit, shimmering with hazy light.

Hedstrom Vera's face stifled red, and he couldn't utter a word.

"The proof for this is in the grimoire of two medieval wizards in the library, The Will to Magic and Derek Audlin's Notes, which come from a wizard with high-level magical attainment and an apprentice wizard respectively, and this can be judged from the depth of the content recorded by both ... They wrote the same runes, but with slightly different writing styles in their notes. A reasonable guess is that the former knew what those runes really looked like, while the latter just copied it, or was simply a lazy kid ..."

Hedstrom Vera looked around, the students are all busy looking down and taking notes, only he had nothing in front of him ... he suddenly thought of a good idea.

Crabbe felt his back being poked hard, and then heard a muffled voice saying, "Fatty!"

Fatty?

He turned back in annoyance, staring at the similarly disproportionate Hedstrom Vera with unkind eyes, and it took him a few seconds to realize that the man behind him had come to observe, and he looked blankly at the vice president of the Ancient Rune Society as if he had been under a Confundus Charm.

"Fatty! Hey!" Old Vera waved his wand in front of Crabbe, "Lend me your parchment and quill to copy."

Crabbe looked confused, as if he didn't understand him.

Old Vera stared at him, and after a few seconds of stalemate, his wand pointed nimbly: "Accio Parchment, Accio Quill... Nice, Geminio! Geminio!"

Old Vera looked at the replica in his hand and nodded in satisfaction. "Here, your stuff." He handed Crabbe's stuff back to him. With that, he began to take notes.

He must check all the information that the boy mentioned, who knows if it was made up along the way, must not let the boy get away with it!

He thought indignantly as he took notes and soon filled a parchment.

Felix looked at everything from the podium, and spoke in a pleasant tone, he anticipated this scene already, and he knew that Professor Marchbanks and old Vera intended to stay for a short period of time, which meant he should prepare a few more lessons like this.

The thinking room - class, the stone basin, even the classroom seven, all of these could be considered.

The only thing that made him hesitate was that Felix hadn't thought about whether to show the true level of the students; he figured that he had the power to suggest practical runes for the test, but he might not be able to intervene when it came to the translation part.

If they really raise the difficulty, the student will have to worry about the ... worry about the ... Huh? It doesn't seem like a big deal.

Felix pondered, there are only so many translatable runes, and the range of exams from left to right is not beyond what is already uncovered in the magic handbook.

In addition, the Ancient Rune Society publishes a magazine every once in a while, and the release interval mainly depends on when new findings are available.

The library at Hogwarts had ordered a few copies, but as far as he could see, no one read them, and they are still as good as new, as they were twenty years ago. He can read them all in one morning on a weekend.

...

Finally, the bell rang and the students streamed out, leaving only three adults in the classroom. Felix is just about to say something when the short Professor Marchbanks comes up with a rush, grabbing his hand and busily enquiring.

"What was the spell you just used?"

"Just a simple adaptation of the Amplifying Charm." Felix replied with uncertainty.

"A simple adaptation!" Professor Marchbanks looked at him in surprise, "It seems you haven't fallen behind in your study of magic spells ... But do you have any better remedies for elderly folks with weak ears?"

"Of course, I know a spell: 'Clarity Ear', Professor Flitwick researched this one ..." (*made up spell*)

Felix smiled as he talked with Professor Marchbanks, which somewhat relieved the embarrassment of the other man in the room.

Hedstrom Vera breathed a silent sigh of relief, all of a sudden he felt afraid of facing this young man alone, Felix Hap had shaken the career that had sustained him for half a century with a single lesson.

He lost some of his composure, his own granddaughter would chatter and yap about the scenes in the company of 'Future World' vividly each time she returned.

"Mr. Vera ... Mr. Vera?" A voice seemed to come from beyond the sky.

"What is it?" Old Vera responded casually.

"... nothing," Felix measured him impassively, "just now Professor Marchbanks asked your opinion, after all, she doesn't really know much about ancient runes, and it is said that you volunteered to join --"

"Oh, uh," said old Vera, straightening his body, assuming the face of one who is preparing for a duel, and saying righteously, "Ahem! We can't jump to conclusions just yet ... There's a lot of vagueness that I need to look up, er, I mean, I need to sort through."

"Sure, no problem." Felix said with a smile, "Then it's a deal, I'll be waiting for your report." He sighed in a feigned manner, "Professor Marchbanks, Mr. Vera, you two may not know that I have been carrying a tremendous amount of pressure for the past two years ..."

"Pressure?" Professor Marchbanks looked at him sceptically.

Old Vera also showed an astonished expression, with the intention of listening properly.

"... Yes, you two may not be aware that I didn't choose the advanced ancient rune class when I was in school, and I have improved over the past few years by self-study, and correspondence with Professor Babbling, so when I first joined, I was afraid that I would teach my students poorly."

Professor Marchbanks looked at him with an odd expression, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes stretched out because of her widened eyes, and she confirmed it with a rare hesitant tone, "You said you were afraid that you would teach your students poorly, yet consequently, all the students who graduated last year received O except for one student who got E?"

"Uh ..."

"And as far as I know, a third of the students who took the exam at that time finished answering their papers a little early." Professor Marchbanks said slowly, "I'm deaf, but I still remember some chatter between a young couple very vividly near the end of the exam."

"What did they say?" Felix asked briskly, as if he was genuinely curious.

"One of them said, 'The paper was so easy, I'm about to throw up after checking it five times.' The other said: 'Just this once, bear with it, I've checked it six times ...'" Professor Marchbanks pursed her lips and repeated dryly.

Old Vera also stood frozen in place, a portion of the annual O.W.Ls exam questions were prepared by the Ancient Rune Society. He couldn't help but clench the parchment in his hand, which had a bunch of questions waiting for him to confirm it.

For the next few minutes, the three acted as if that conversation hadn't happened at all.

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Professor Marchbanks extremely stiffly changed the subject to her friend Gilbert Wimple of the Committee on Experimental Charms, and she said in a loud voice: " Wimple wants to come over! But I've persuaded him to fix those horns on his head first for some time, and I happened to know that Dorothea was at St. Mungo's yesterday, so I told him to hurry over there ... Then He asked me to bring you this file."

Felix took the file. When Marchbanks casually said: " There are some questionnaires inside, to evaluate the danger of the spell, the learning difficulties, and the potential risks and whatnot, just give it to those students and have them fill it out and send it back to the Ministry of Magic's Committee on Experimental Charms. The ministry will send someone to verify it when the time comes."

Before leaving, she asked tentatively, "Are you sure you don't want to write your name? It's possible that those new spells will be named after you!"

"Oh, no, I have a problem with naming." Felix replied.

Old Vera stopped as he walked to the door and asked casually in a careless tone, "By the way, those ancient rune books in the library--"

"Still in the usual place, the second-to-last row of bookshelves." Felix immediately replied.

Old Vera froze for a moment, and waved his hand, mumbling a "thank you" under his breath.

...

Felix walked out of the ancient rune classroom, thinking about what had just happened, and the corners of his mouth curled up: " Today I stimulated that stubborn old man, tomorrow I'll stimulate him again, and then I will just sit back and watch what happens, after all, I have to consider his relationship with Clammy. ... I'm really a nice guy! "

"Profes-ssor?" From the corridor, a head poked out and stuttered.

It is Neville.

"What did you hear?" Felix asked him with a smile.

"You, you are a nice person ...," Neville replied dumbly, and the next second he showed a horrified expression as he desperately tried to cover his mouth.

Felix: "... don't tell anyone."

Neville looked at the stern face of the professor and nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

"Is there something wrong? By the way, how's your parents' situation? I heard from the St. Mungo's staff that they have been discharged from the hospital."

"Yes, they've healed." Neville replied quickly, "The head of the Auror office came over to visit them a while back, hoping that they would rejoin the Auror squad, still as squad captains."

"Scrimgeour?" Felix frowned slightly.

"It's him," Neville said, "but Mom and Dad decided to take a break for a while, they went on a trip abroad and would be doing some rehabilitation training on the way ... They'll be deciding when they get back."

Felix nodded slightly, "That sounds good. Well, Neville, what did you want to ask me when you were specifically lurking in the hallway?"

"I, uh," Neville suddenly stammered again, his face turning red as he swallowed frantically and said, "I was--gulp! I wanted to ask, is there any magic that can make a person brave?"

"To brave?" Felix looked at him strangely, "What do you want to do?"

"I, I found that my talent got better and my grades improved a lot, but my guts are still so small that I don't even dare to speak up in front of people for fear of being ridiculed ..." Neville cried, "I ... And the Tournament-"

"You also want to participate in the Tournament? Only the selected teams are in the position to do so."

"No, I mean, the last two tasks, no matter which one, I do not have the courage to challenge, not an ounce of courage ... whether it is the dragon, or swimming under the deep lake, just the very thought of that, makes me shiver uncontrollably," Neville said with teardrops in his eyes.

"So I want to ask, is there any magic that allows me to block these negative emotions, including the judgment of others about me?"

Neville looked at Felix with hope.

Of course, there is, Felix thought to himself, Occlumency is practically what you asked for. But if your whole purpose is to rely on blocking emotions to gain courage, then you're putting the cart before the horse.

"You got me there." Felix looked Neville up and down, looking at him for a moment and making him feel uncomfortable: "Your idea is unique ... Is curse okay?"

"Curs-se?" Neville looked taken aback.

"Yes," Felix scratched his chin carelessly and said gloomily, "If I curse you, after this moment in every second of your life, the insults, slanders, ridicule, complaints, and grumblings you hear will change into the most beautiful praise in the world... ..."

"You can't hear any advice that is contrary to your heart ..."

"You can't hear any half-baked counselling ..."

"You can't hear any well-intentioned criticism ..."

Neville's body went cold as if something dirty coiled around him, and he couldn't help but wince.

"Professor?" Neville cried and said desperately, "You really cursed me? Well, at least asked me about ..."

Felix's face looked serious as he said, "You are dull."

Neville froze. His first eyes widened until he could not resist the dry and sharp blink, "I, I'm fine? I heard you call me a dull ... so I'm not cursed?"

Felix laughed.

Neville's round face couldn't help but tense up as Felix patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Remember what happened when you got your invitation card at the selection of the champions?"

"I saw ... Hogwarts ... England ... Ocean ... world and the ... bright starry sky." Neville said. He recalled his shock when he wandered in the vast universe of stars, it was a wordless comparison, without any words, to feel their own smallness.

Thinking about it, his thoughts suddenly deviated, and incidentally, he remembered the previous hurdle he had to break through - the scene when he stood on stage and sang to the row of 'Professor Snape' below the stage. It was a nightmare: Snape smiling and tapping the beat; Snape clenching his fists and glaring at him; Snape with a black cloak and a cold look in his eyes; and Snape striding up to the stage and trying to grab him ...

That scene was so impactful that he was in a strange mood when he saw the real potions professor after that, and he was afraid that Seamus or Dean next to him would suddenly turn their heads and reveal an expressionless face with a long hawk nose.

But in any case, he really is not afraid of the potion class now.

He heard a snap of fingers and looked up to see Professor Hap looking at him. "Sorry, Professor, I was lost in thought ...," Neville said nervously.

Felix gave an understanding expression.

He didn't need Legilimency to understand that Neville was lost in the memories associated with the magic that was attached to the invitation card.

"Do you have any plans for the future?" He asked casually.

It was just a lead-in to the next topic. But surprisingly, Neville nodded and answered it, "I've thought about it. I want to become a professor of herbology class or an Auror."

"And the reason?" Felix asked with some surprise; it is rare for a student to consider this so early in life, usually, the realization dawns on them only when they are in fifth-year career counselling.

"I like Herbology!" Neville said aloud, then glanced at Felix with embarrassment and muttered in a small voice, "And I want to capture Crouch Jr."

Felix nodded lightly, fully understanding his thoughts - of the four Death Eaters who used the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms, only Crouch Jr. is on the loose, while the other three are still holed up in Azkaban.

Speaking of Azkaban, he seems to have thought of something. Azkaban ... Death Eaters ... what exactly is it? He tried to grasp this ray of thought, and information about Azkaban quickly flashed through his mind -

North Sea island ... Unplottable... Built in the fifteenth century ... Lair of the dark wizard Ekrizdis... Tortured Passing sailors to create Dementors ... Dementors?

Felix blinked, as far as he knew, because of what he had done last year, the wizard prison is severely underguarded. New dementors need quite a bit of time to breed and grow, and it is estimated that many Hit Wizards will be sent there to be stationed on a rotating basis over the next few years.

Is this the reason why the Ministry of Magic intends to recruit more Auror and Hit Wizards? Felix speculated offhandedly, well, there was at least a good chance that Fudge had agreed to that reason, to guard the wizard prison ...

He pondered for a few seconds, and for a while, it became difficult to find anything of value or cause for alarm. He could only make a secret note of this information and ponder it when he is alone.

Felix looked up and said to Neville, "The Herbology class professor, Auror, are all good choices, but they all have one trait in common."

"What characteristic?" Neville asked. He suddenly thought of Roger Davies' magnificent feat of subduing a dragon by spawning blackthorn seeds during the first task. Professor Sprout was excited about it.

Did the professor mean to arm himself with the things he'd learned in his Herbology class?

"They all need to guide others." Felix gave a very different answer.

Neville looked at him hesitantly. He could understand a professor needs to guide students, just like right now, but Auror ...

"Think about it," Felix said seriously: "If you are a professor, you must have to deal with a group of various lively students, or if you are an Auror, look at the long term perspective, becoming a squad captain is not excessive, right? Then you must always pay attention to the emotions of the team under you, otherwise, a slight mistake may cost a human life."

Neville's expression turned serious and he nodded along. He had heard his mom and dad talk about similar things, and some of the points did coincide with the professor's statement ...

The professor knows a lot. He thought enviously.

"... So you should have the ability to do the same." Felix concluded.

"Uh ..." Neville's face started to redden again, he really isn't good at this task, at this moment there is only one thought: finished, he can't Neither become a professor of Herbology class nor an Auror, but he quickly pulled himself together and whispered, "I will try?"

Felix nodded approvingly while fiddling through the ring, and then pulling out a small booklet. "I happen to have recorded a special magic here, you can take it back to read ... It is the magic that was attached to the invitation card."

Neville impatiently took it, and then, somewhat dumbfounded. It appeared to be a manuscript, except that the edges were glued together with a spell, and from a distance, it looked like a book, but in reality, it simply isn't. He stared at the handwritten cover, on which the name had been altered twice -

The Thinking Room Magic Lite Edition (St. Mungo's Special Edition) (crossed out).

A Study of Magic That Sends People Into Intended Visions (Horror? Mystery? Spiritual Intrusion?) (crossed out).

And finally, the name that survived: "Daydream Spell (Cosmic Starry Night)".

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Felix snatched the booklet from the dazed Neville's hands, and withdrew a few pages, as he explained, "These aren't for you."

Then he handed the rest of the booklet back to Neville, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "When you encounter similar problems in the future, you can try this spell. Also tell yourself: you are going to guide others in the future, how can you guide others if you can't even guide yourself?"

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Let me guide others ... Neville thought dully, his heart suddenly felt heavy, with the weight of responsibility.

He liked this feeling.

...

On the other side, Professor Marchbanks and old Vera walked down the corridor of the castle.

"A very talented young man, I realized it when I invigilated his exams that he would do great things!" Marchbanks exclaimed.

Old Vera didn't seem to agree.

"You shouldn't despise a Grand Master." Professor Marchbanks pointed out.

" Grand Master ... You mean him?" Old Vera's eyes widened as the shorter Professor Marchbanks met his gaze with no evasion, and he opened his mouth several times, only to succumb to her stern gaze.

"Don't tell me you don't keep up with the news, Hedstrom!" Professor Marchbanks exclaimed.

Old Vera couldn't speak. If someone makes a list of people in the whole wizarding community who pay the most attention to Felix's news, he would definitely come out on top, and God knows what his face was when his granddaughter found Felix's comic book set from his study.

Isn't he doing so because he is concerned that this boy will one day smash a few more bricks of the ancient rune foundation!

"That book of his, Explorations of Ancient Magic Runes, I just read it two days ago! He was at that level three years ago," Professor Marchbanks said nonchalantly, "It's even better than the introductory handbook on runes you guys published!"

Old Vera opened his mouth to retort, but she carried on, "And I wrote to Babbling! In her reply, she wrote back with nothing but praise for him!"

"That half-breed-" Old Vera frowned, seeing Marchbanks stern gaze cast over him, he immediately shut up and said smilingly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It seems she was right to refuse to join you guys in the first place!" She said with discontent.

Several students in the corridor looked over, and without a word to anyone, the two walked to the Grand Staircase and made their way downstairs. "What day of the week is it again?" Professor Marchbanks asked.

"What? Uh, I think it's a week - ouch!" Old Vera wondered when his foot sank unexpectedly into one of the stairs' ledge and jammed in.

Hogwarts has many such tricky stairs. It had now become instinctive for students to pass over them, and old Vera hadn't been here for over half a century, and he faintly remembered nothing unusual in the morning.

"So it's Thursday." Professor Marchbanks said thoughtfully.

...

When he went to the great hall for lunch, Felix pinned the questionnaire handed over by Professor Marchbanks from the Committee on Experimental Charms on the bulletin board in the entrance hall and enclosed it with a bubble spell on the outside.

Then he waved his wand as a piece of parchment flew out of the ring and got pinned to the wall with glowing writing shining on it.

When he left, the young wizards gathered far and wide to read the new notice:

All students, teams, and faculty members who have developed a stable combination of ancient runes and spells can receive a copy of the Questionnaire of the Committee on Experimental Charms, which needed to be answered in detail and sent to the Committee on Experimental Charms with a thesis attached, and after being verified as a valid new spell, they will be awarded the honour of "Spell Inventor" with the opportunity to obtain the right to name that spell.

The content and word count of the thesis should be based on the article "The Invention of a New Spell: The Combination of the Water-Making Spell and the Ancient Magic Rune 'Flow of Water'" reported on the front page of the Daily Prophet on March 12, and the template of the thesis can be obtained from any Magic Rune Club member.

Each person is limited to taking only one copy of the questionnaire, as there are only limited copies.

Note: This is the easiest and safest way to get your name printed in a textbook.

Go for it!

Signed: Professor of Ancient Rune at Hogwarts, Felix Hap.'

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

An excited voice rang out behind them: 'Warren! Look! We just finished our thesis about it yesterday!" The seventh-year Petter Shelton tugged a Ravenclaw boy's sleeve and pushed forward, "Oh, Hermione, Harry, Ron, hello." Shelton greeted.

"Hello guys." Warren Partiz chimed in, both of them are among the first members of the Magic Rune Club.

Harry and the group greeted them back.

"Having your name printed in a textbook ... sounds really appealing." Shelton said with narrowed eyes, reaching out and poking her hand into the sticky bubble on the bulletin board and slowly yanking a piece of parchment out of it, Hermione saw the official seal of the Ministry of Magic with her sharp eye.

"Huh~ How disgusting! The Professor's nasty sense of humor!"

Shelton said as she pulled her hand out, her fingers dry and clean. Partiz took a copy as well, and they both left in pairs.

"Let's grab a copy too, or we'll have to borrow from someone else." Hermione said decisively, and they each took one. Standing a short distance away from the crowd, they looked at it.

Harry read the questionnaire, the first line on it is a small string of words: 'Please fill in the name of the inventor of the spell truthfully and make sure that all those involved in the development of the spell are signed in order to avoid controversy:'

The first question is: Describe the principle of the spell in brief language.

The second question is: Describe in brief language what the spell does.

The third question is: Identify the type of spell: General purpose, Protection spell, Hex, Poison spell, Curse, Curse breaking spell, Transfiguration spell, Other.

...

"Oh no!" Ron shouted in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Harry and Hermione asked in unison while scanning down the top questions.

"Look at the first line!" Ron stared, reading it word by word, "'Make sure that all those involved in the development of the spell are signed ...'" he looked at Harry meaningfully.

"Malfoy!" Harry sucked in a cold breath, and his body froze.

At that moment, Draco Malfoy came strutting towards the notice board with his hands in his pockets, leading his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle. "I heard someone call my name ...," Draco said with narrowed eyes.

"Nothing!" Harry and Ron said immediately.

Draco looked at them with suspicion. He stared at the bulletin board and cocked his head towards Crabbe, who followed his gaze and then stared back.

"Go get a copy." Draco said slowly and Crabbe immediately squeezed into the crowd, while Ron quietly tugged on Harry's sleeve and Harry backed away knowingly.

"Wait, Potter!" Draco said. Harry turned back woodenly and looked at him coldly, "What do you have to say, Malfoy."

Draco: "I heard that Professor Hap is giving you a short lesson?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione's hearts tightened. The professor had told them to keep it a secret, but Harry had been studying for almost three months now and had been reporting to the Ancient Rune office once a week, so there were bound to be times when he was seen.

"So what of it? Are you jealous, Malfoy?" Ron volunteered as cover and provoked him.

Draco glanced at him as he lazily pulled a small slip of paper out of his pocket and raised it. With a wide grin, he said, "Sorry, I've got one too."

"Got what?" Harry asked impatiently, bewildered at the randomness. "You're getting special training from Professor Hap?" He exclaimed, as Ron and Hermione also showed incredulous expressions.

"You can see for yourself, Potter." Draco looked happy as Harry grabbed the note and looked at it with Ron and Hermione.

"It's true." Hermione said softly, she immediately recognized the familiar handwriting on it.

At that moment, Crabbe pushed his way out of the crowd and handed the questionnaire to Draco, who glanced at it quickly, his eyes paused at the first line.

"Tsk." He said.

Ron and Hermione looked up from the slip of paper, looking very frustrated and confused. Harry continued to look at the small letters on it over and over again as if he was trying to detect the slightest hint of a flaw.

"There's no title." Harry said.

"What do you mean--" the smile on Draco's face froze.

"There's no title," Harry repeated, looking at him suspiciously, "It didn't mention anything about training, it just told you to report to Professor Hap's office every Saturday."

Draco paced up to Harry and whispered, "Because of the need for secrecy, but I can tell you, Potter ..." his light-colored eyes sparkled, "it's Apparition and Disillusionment Charm. "

He watched with satisfaction as Harry wore a shocked expression. "Yeah, well, that's always been your privilege, hasn't it? Breaking school rules with no fear of punishment, having your fans everywhere you go, even the professors-"

"So you're jealous?" Harry met his eyes without blinking, bringing up what Ron had said and saying it again.

"You could think so." Draco surprisingly admitted it, snatching the note from Harry's hand. Motioning at Crabbe and Goyle, as he walked towards the great hall.

Harry stared at his back in silence.

"Who knows what he's done to flatter Professor Hap!" Ron looked at Harry worriedly while saying pointedly, "Maybe his dad bought two hundred magic gramophones in one go!"

...

Later that evening, Felix wrote a letter in his office, and then he lightly tapped his index finger on the letterhead, as the words on it disappeared bit by bit -

"Lucius, thanks for the reminder, your information is very useful. Remember: in the future, every strange change concerning the Dark Mark, no matter how minor, you must alert me in time. In return, I will follow my promise to train your son on life-preserving magic, starting this Saturday ..."

He put the letter into an envelope, sealed it, and stared blankly at the top for a moment, before setting it aside and picking up a stack of manuscripts from a drawer.

It is a booklet that he planned to finish regarding the introduction of runes, which is to promote the usage of runes. It contained detailed explanations about the origin and development of ancient runes, as well as the most crucial illumination magic.

Trying to learn ancient magic was never an easy task, even for the simplest illumination. In particular, Felix also intended to adopt a correspondence course-like approach, a tactic that usually serves to coax uneducated Squibs.

However, he decided to challenge this approach.

The key lies in the extreme familiarity of illumination, as well as on the rune cards. According to Remus' data, a thousand sets of the cards have been sold within England, covering almost 40% of the potential buying public - that is, those families with unenrolled young wizards at home.

This, of course, cannot be separated from the overwhelming advertising and low prices.

For wizards who lacked entertainment, rune cards served as a good pastime for both adults and children. Of course, most parents just treat them as a kind of educational toy - this concept was also proposed by the young people of Future World, who took great pains to come up with satisfactory advertising lines for their boss.

The time passed gradually and the night is getting deeper. Niffler Valen yawned, her small black eyes moved away from the comic book, blinking sleepily.

"Kiki! (Still not sleeping!)"

"Just a little longer ... Valen, you don't have to wait for me." Felix said with a smile, turning over another page of the manuscript and continuing to revise.

"Kiki! Kiki Kiki? (Waiting for that fool who can do magic?)"

Felix laughed.

"Don't call people fools, Andys shouldn't have used a Golden Galleon to do magic in front of you. Not to mention you took it away, but he also has to suffer your ridicule ...," he said pointing at Valen's pink beak. "It's Dobby." He explained.

"Kiki!" Valen perked up and took a sip of lemonade through the straw, her dark fluffy fur instantly frizzed up, bringing her spirits up immediately. "Hum ki ki? (Is that the rich guy?)"

"Uh, Dobby has indeed been collecting golden buttons lately."

Finally, the little golden clock on the desk struck twelve. Almost at the same time, a copper knut in Felix's hand became hot, that's Dobby's call, Felix waved his hand to disperse the alert magic in the house. Almost half a minute later -

"Snort!"

House elf Dobby suddenly appeared in the office.

"Oh, Mr. Hap, hello!" Dobby said with a deep bow, he looked up and greeted Valen happily, "Hello to you too, Miss Valen!"

Valen looked at Dobby with anticipation as she burst with joy, "Kiki?"

Dobby took a shiny metal button out of his small suit pocket and exclaimed in a sharp voice, "This is something Dobby collected for Miss Valen!"

Valen reached out her small hand and took it, looking twice at it, then she pulled a golden vial out of her own pocket and handed it to Dobby.

"Oh, how generous of Miss Valen!" Dobby said excitedly, glancing at Felix, who smiled at the side, so Dobby took it and looked at it repeatedly.

"It's transparent! Oh look, it's beautiful! Dobby got another present!" Dobby brought his tennis ball-sized eyes to the bottom of the vial and looked around.

After a moment, Felix had to remind him, "Dobby, Lucius is still waiting ..."

"Oh ..." Dobby sighed, his two bat ears drooped. It was evident that he seemed to have been avoiding mentioning the matter.

"Don't worry, he wouldn't dare touch you." Felix said.

"Dobby knows that Dobby has the backing of the great Mr. Hap! But Dobby has mixed feelings ..." the house-elf said, picking up the envelope from the table where it had been placed for a long time, "Dobby doesn't have to talk to him, does he?"

"No need." Felix assured him. "You can drop the letter at his feet if you want."

"Oh~" it is obvious that Dobby is tempted, but he refused, "Dobby represents Mr. Hap now, and Dobby has no need to fear him ..." he puffed out his chest and majestically said.

"Kiki! (Your legs are shaking!)" Valen held out her finger.

Felix knew perfectly well that Dobby could not understand what Valen had said.

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"There's one more thing." Dobby took the envelope, his big round eyes looked at Felix hesitantly as he stammered, "It's about Winky ..."

Felix's face turned blank, he had almost forgotten about Winky.

"What happened to her? The magic bindings on her should be gone."

"Yes, you're right." Dobby's body began to sway, two slender arms tangled together, "She wanted to go to be with her master, and Dobby told her Mr. Crouch is in prison, and she ... she's sick."

"I see." Felix said calmly.

Dobby looked at him uncomprehendingly as Felix drew out a note and wrote something on it, Dobby stood on tiptoe to read it, but he is too short and Valen stood in front of him, so he could only see the back of Valen's head.

"Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix said with his head down, quill darting.

"Dobby knows!"

"Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bagman owes me a favour, and I don't think he'd mind doing me such a small favour."

"You don't have to do that!" Dobby said sharply, looking startled, "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mr. Hap for a favour!"

"Here, let him take you on a trip to Azkaban, he has the authority to do so." Felix said, "By the way, bring something for Mr. Crouch, you can talk to Winky about it, and I don't care where Winky wants to go after that."

Dobby bowed deeply and pressed his nose to the floor, his whole body trembling with excitement like a salmon that kept jumping when it landed on the shore.

Valen looked at where Dobby had disappeared and turned her head to look at Felix, "Kee?"

Felix picked her up, "To tell you the truth, magic can't confine a person forever, but love can. Tsk! That sentence should be left to Dumbledore to say ... Want to have a snack, Valen?"

"Kee!"

...

The next day, in the seventh grade Ancient Rune classroom, Professor Marchbanks and old Vera were once again present.

The old man obviously hadn't slept well, and the dark circles under his eyes are as obvious as his double chin.

When he saw Felix standing at the podium, his expression looked both excited and lost.

Excited because he found many magical journals that are not available even in the Ancient Rune Society - these journals came from donations of alumni over the years, translated and organized by Bathsheda Babbling, and they are no less than a treasure to him.

And he looked lost because he completed the verification last night and did not find a single error. The boy ... Felix Hap seemed to have memorized all this information, even the page numbers were accurate.

At the moment, Felix looked calmly from the stage, his gaze radiant, he wore a blue top today, his hands tucked in his pockets.

"Today is an advanced class." He announced.

The students let out a low cheer, while Marchbanks and old Vera wondered. Isn't seventh grade an advanced class?

Felix explained softly, "To give the two new guests an idea of what to expect, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called 'advanced class'." He smiled lightly and extended his hand from his pocket. The wand appeared in his hand as if by magic, and with just a slight wave, clear writing began to appear on the blackboard behind him.

"We have completed the first round of review, and according to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to make the next three months not too boring and dull, I will consciously prepare some advanced classes to explain more advanced contents, which are not in the scope of the examination, but will be beneficial to you, especially when you graduate, you can also entertain yourselves with ancient runes after work ... "

"The advanced class will be taught using the thinking classroom, no need to worry about the danger, just relax your mind - okay, let's begin."

Felix gently snapped his fingers, in order to let Professor Marchbanks and old Vera adapt, he deliberately made it obvious: a golden ripple blossomed from the fingertips of the snapping fingers, spread continuously with him as the center, and quickly dyed the entire classroom with a faint gold.

Professor Marchbanks and Old Vera looked around in amazement, and Marchbanks' eyes blinked as if she had noticed something. After a few seconds, everything returned to calm.

From midair, a magic handbook with an ancient and mysterious aura fell ...

With the sound of crisp birdsong, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to the crowd, "Although it has been said more than once, I would like to emphasize once again: it is more important to exercise your thinking than knowledge, after all, your graduation thesis involves you creating this handbook physically."

Make students write this handbook?

Professor Marchbanks' eyes widened as she looked around quickly, but no students raised objections, so it obviously is not a sudden arrangement.

Her mood suddenly became complicated, if it is true, is there any point in their exam?

A low groan sounded next to her, old Vera looked like he became sick, wincing hard, his hand placed right on the magical handbook that floated in front of him.

...

A few minutes before the end of the lesson, the students wrote their notes rapidly and silently, the short Professor Marchbanks loitered between the gaps in the classroom seats, stopping now and then to watch the students' quill fluently scribble down a runic sentence whose complexity is, frankly, far beyond the standard of the N.E.W.Ts exam.

Old Vera sat in his seat, looking lost in thought. He is the one who best understands the gap between him and Felix, and at the moment he felt as if he is on pins and needles.

When the bell finally rang, he almost immediately jumped up from his seat and tried to leave.

"Mr. Vera," Felix called out to him from behind. "About that report ..." He had mentioned the report yesterday, and the old Vera had agreed to it at the time, not realizing until now how big a hole was buried in that request.

A report of what, a fancy touting of Felix Hap?

The old man turned red and escaped with his face covered.

"Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix shouted 'eagerly', but his body did not move. "What's wrong with him?" He muttered to himself.

Professor Marchbanks gave him an odd glance, she didn't realize before, that this little guy is good at holding grudges!

"Don't shout," she said, "he's quite busy."

Felix looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"Probably busy trying to find a place to bury himself!" Professor Marchbanks said. "I won't be stopping by this afternoon."

"You're leaving now?" Felix asked.

"Not leaving," Professor Marchbanks said helplessly, "but I don't see the need to visit you anymore, and I almost understand the reason for the sudden improvement in student performance in the past two years. I'll stay a few more days to check out ... other classes, and I can't be here in vain."

Felix nodded knowingly.

"There's one more thing left," Professor Marchbanks said, a grin spreading across her wrinkled face, "Interested in becoming a Supernumerary Invigilator?"

"Supernumerary Invigilator ..."

"You'll only be responsible for the practical part of the Ancient rune exam." Professor Marchbanks said, she sighed and looked at the students who walked out of the classroom with chatter, "I can't ask the graduates of the past two years to do this!"

"You plan to add a practical test to the ancient rune exam? Examining their grasp in practical runes?" Felix asked with delight.

"That's right," she said, "I will go back to the ministry to request the ancient rune to be divided into two fields - translation and practical, of course, this report must be written by you, only you know best ... There is also the direction of employment for practical rune, and if you describe it enticingly enough, the ministry may recruit a few people this year."

" The reason for this?" Felix didn't know much about it.

Professor Marchbanks rolled her eyes, "I reckon the whole wizarding community, except your company, doesn't know what to do with Practical Runes. Usually, this kind of situation is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: recruit a few people and study the direction and potential of the new profession."

"Are there any similar examples?" Felix asked with interest.

"Naming Seers are separated from the Seers, they predict the future of newborns and give some advice on naming. I seem to remember that Trelawney was a Naming Seer back in time ... seems like a long time ago."

Trelawney ... how typical of you, Felix wondered.

"Sounds good," he said with a curled lip, "I oblige."

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Old Vera sat in the most isolated spot in the library.

That scene during the day had given him an extremely huge shock. Thinking classroom! Magic handbook! The thought of what he perceived as the vast pool of knowledge belonged to Felix Hap, a wave of despair born in his heart.

He sat there from day to night without eating a single thing. The librarian passed in front of him several times, each time staring at him with suspicion.

In the evening, there were a few more students appeared. But fortunately, his location is remote enough that no students come to disturb his alone time of wallowing in self-pity.

"Let's go inside!" A voice stated at that moment, "Professor Hap put all the books used in the second task on the innermost shelf. There are two tables behind that shelf, very hidden ..."

Old Vera looked up and saw three students coming up to him, discussing rapidly in whispers.

"Don't look so sad," Hermione advised, it is the same voice from earlier, "Think of it as extracurricular practice for the club-"

"Easy for you to say," Ron muttered, "Do we have to go to Malfoy? I can't bear the thought of that."

Harry also had a depressed look on his face.

They saw old Vera, so Hermione passed Harry and Ron a look and sat down at a table in front of him.

"So, what are you guys going to do?" She asked in a low voice, casting a Muffliato Charm around them as she said so.

"Knock him out when he's not looking and tie him up to where we usually practice our magic." Ron suggested.

"No, we'll have to use that classroom later." Harry replied unwillingly.

"Then we can go to Myrtle's Bathroom instead," Ron immediately changed his mind, "It has the added advantage of being less crowded. Isn't that nice?"

Hermione was surprised that Harry actually considered it for a moment, "He'll rat on us." Harry finally said with regret.

Hermione took her textbooks out of her bag and when she looked back, old Vera had gone.

"He's gone that way," Harry whispered, while pulling out his Potions class assignment, "Do you guys know about the Ancient Rune Society?"

"No." Ron said.

"Yes." That was Hermione's reply.

Harry and Ron looked at her, she explained: " It's a semi-official organization, some test papers for the wizarding exams are issued by them," Hermione looked around and didn't find old Vera's figure, nevertheless she lowered her voice: "As you know, the professor actually prefers practical runes, but The Ancient Rune Society is just the opposite, they are extremely repulsive to it."

"It sounds like they're just a bunch of old fogeys who are still eating the past." Ron said thoughtfully, "My great-great aunt was one of those people, always holding on to a set of rules that had been passed down for centuries, and she has always disapproved of our family having so many children, saying that it would be best if they stopped at Percy's."

Harry and Hermione looked surprised and amused at the same time.

"How could she say that?"

"Who knows," Ron shrugged, "maybe it's because Fred and George put a big Dungbomb under her chair ... Thank goodness, she hasn't been around much since then."

Harry and Hermione laughed.

After a while, Hermione stood up, "I'm going to get some reference books, do you guys need them?"

"Sure!"

"Thanks so much."

Hermione hummed twice and went to the shelf where the ancient rune books are kept and was surprised to see old Vera's figure, he is still here, she thought in surprise. Hermione quickly went through the reference books, she knew these shelves very well, so she quickly picked out one book after another.

"Hello, little girl." Old Vera greeted.

Hermione puffed up and looked at him, little girl? She is almost sixteen years old, and very few people call her that.

"Hello, Mr. Vera."

"Is your name Hermione Jean Granger? I've read your thesis in the magazine ... the 'flame' Rune and the Fire-Making Spell one, as well as the 'light' Rune and the Wand-Lighting Charm one." Old Vera said.

"Oh." Hermione hugged the books as she looked at him.

"That's right, I heard you are Mr. Hap's assistant?" Old Vera saw Hermione nodding, "Can I ask you for some information?"

Hermione looked at him sceptically.

"Ahem! Don't get me wrong," Old Vera said awkwardly, "I meant no harm--"

"That's not what you stated in the newspaper." Hermione said pointedly.

"Oh, uh," Old Vera wiped his sweat, his half-bald forehead reflecting the soft bright light of the magic lamp on the ceiling, " Back then it was a different standpoint, and I've learned a lot in the past two days and think that what I once thought ... might indeed have some problem ... just might!"

Two minutes later.

When he saw Hermione lead the old Vera to their seat, Ron's eyes almost stared out, he made a gesture: Did he hear what we just said?

Hermione shook her head. "Mr. Vera wants to ask us some questions," she said, "about the professor." She added.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Don't expect us to betray Professor Hap!" Ron said loudly.

Now it is Old Vera's turn to glare, "What do you take me for?" He yelled furiously, "I'm still the vice president of the Ancient Rune Society, how would I do something that would make me look disgraceful?"

" Is it?"

Old Vera nodded woodenly. He felt that Hogwarts had become completely unrecognizable to him.

At that moment, Mrs. Pince suddenly appeared from behind the bookshelf, holding up a chicken feather duster, her eyes watching them intently like a hawk.

"Oh, crap!" Hermione exclaimed.

Meanwhile, in the ancient rune office, Felix is hosting a visitor from the Ministry of Magic.

"Please sit down." Felix said mildly.

"No need," John Derris said briefly. He looked very robust, his firm, muscular physique visible from the gray-green lapel coat he donned in. Then He spoke by the book, "I have been ordered by Head Scrimgeour to bring some information about Auror and Hit Wizard; You could only read it within my sight, and after you have read it I will destroy all the documents in your presence, with both of us as a witness."

"You have not read the information before?" Felix looked at the suitcase he carried in his hand in surprise.

"It's a confidential document." Derris said matter-of-factly.

He stepped forward, placed the suitcase in front of Felix, and took his wand out of his pocket, waiting quietly. When the hands of the clock pointed at the eight o'clock position, Derris touched the clasp of the suitcase with the tip of his wand, a "chattering" sound emerged from inside, then the clasp automatically popped up, and the suitcase was opened.

Felix looked with interest, a small emerald green bird is standing in the suitcase, it is only palm-sized, but the sound it made is not low. The bird stepped on a thick stack of documents under its feet, which should be the data of the staff.

When the bird saw the sun again, it immediately jumped out and spread its wings towards the window. Felix reached out and caught it in his hand, examining it carefully.

"Better not." Derris said, wand in hand, "This is a warning bird, created for secrecy, it will take the 'all is well' command back to the Ministry. If you hold it a little longer, it may immolate itself."

"Alchemical item?" Felix said with interest as he let go of his hand and the little emerald green bird flew away without incident.

For the following period of time, Derris stood on the opposite side of Felix like a stone statue, watching him read the document without saying a word.

Felix saw many familiar names, such as Tonks, Abbott Balk, Kingsley, and even Derris himself. An hour later, he finished reading all the information.

Immediately, an orange flame flew out from Derris's wand and burned the documents to ashes. After doing all this, he breathed a clear sigh of relief.

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"Is Fudge doing fine?" Felix asked.

"The minister is fine." Derris said stiffly, as he closed his empty suitcase and started to take his leave, never sitting down from the beginning to the end.

"Wait, Derris." Felix called him out, and several sheets of parchment flew toward him, which Derris took in his hands suspiciously.

"I haven't been idle the past two days, and prepared some things that will be used in the Halloween holiday training roughly, please pass them to Scrimgeour."

"This is ... an ancient rune?"

"That's right, you can purchase a batch of rune cards from the 'Future World' company for the Auror and Hit Wizard who will receive training to practice in advance, it will save a lot of time."

"I understand, I will pass it over to Head Scrimgeour." Derris promised.

The next day, the weekend.

Felix slept in until late, he stayed up late last night, but the results were remarkable, and in his office, he had a small, fiery red bird cupped in his hand.

"Uh, can't call you a warning bird anymore, let's just call you Echo Bird."

Because of the limited time, he only used his magic perspective and thought acceleration last evening to see a general outline, but with the full knowledge from Nicolas Flamel, he quickly rummaged through his memory to find a similar alchemical item and spent half the night to successfully replicate the alternative.

This alchemical item can be used as an extra eye. When using it, you can input a command to it, and it will exist until the command is completed or ruined, when that happened it will either fly to its owner or immolate itself on the spot.

Felix looked down at the fiery red bird, which nimbly bounced around in his hand.

"Just keep an eye on the room, in case someone breaks in."

The fire-red bird "chirped" twice, and jumped to the ceiling above the magic lamp, you simply can't find it without a careful look.

Felix looked at the time, the mealtime is probably long past, so he walked to the underground area of the castle with Valen, and on the way, he met some students who also headed to the kitchen for food.

Felix exchanged tips with them, and he recommended the lemon salmon fillet. "Remove the scale and bones from the salmon, slice it, smear it raw with black pepper and finish it off with a drizzle of lemon juice ... It tastes pretty good."

The two Ravenclaw students who accompanied him kept swallowing their saliva.

"Professor Hap, did you invent the fish deboning spell?" One of them asked.

"No." Felix immediately replied, "But I happen to know this spell."

The two students looked at each other, "Well ... we also happen to have a problem, when using this spell it never works very well, it leaves some fish barbs inside, what is the reason for this?"

"Is the spell transmission process went wrong?"

"It shouldn't be, Cho Chang uses it just fine ... she's my roommate and can bake her own fish!"

"In that case," Felix thought about it, "it might be related to magic control, I suggest you keep the magic stable in a range, kind of like the process of casting a transfiguration spell, of course, don't push too hard, or you'll completely churn the fish... ..."

They discussed the magic as they walked into the basement, and Felix seemed to see a red-headed figure disappear around the corner in front of them. Weasley? He thought for a moment and didn't care.

Valen stood on Felix's shoulder, her tiny black eyes similarly fixed on the end of the hallway as she caught a familiar scent.

In the kitchen, the house-elf, Cloudbur, greeted them warmly.

Felix handed them a gift box of sweets, and after a few excuses, Cloudbur and the enthusiastic elves brought out a small tray with fresh salmon from the corner.

"This is specially reserved for Mr. Hap!" Cloudbur said as he held the small tray up with great effort.

"It's hard work, make one of these for them too." Felix said, as he pointed at the two Ravenclaw students, who have been watching this in awe.

Ten minutes later, Felix and Valen emerged from the kitchen with a salmon skewer in one hand and strutted down the empty underground corridor, eating merrily. The aroma wafted around them uncontrollably, and the wizards in the picture frames on the walls gawked at them.

"How about a visit to Uagadou's quarters? They have some interesting amulets and spells. ..."

At that moment, Snape's voice sounded from the corner of the corridor.

"Thirty points each, plus a detention." The slow voice said, "Potter, Weasley, could you surprise me anymore? Ordinary violations of school rules don't seem to satisfy you anymore, causing a fuss in the Slytherin common room ... Potter, tell me, are you trying to show off your outstanding courage?"

"We didn't make a scene in the Slytherin common room!" Harry said with annoyance.

"No backtalk, Potter, ten points off for Gryffindor," Snape said lazily, "more than thirty pairs of eyes are enough to prove that you used the Patronus--" He stopped abruptly, his nose gently Twitched, Harry, Ron, and Draco looked like they saw a ghost in front of them, looking behind him with their mouths wide open.

Snape jerked around, Felix and Valen stood frozen in place not far away, holding salmon skewers in their hand.

"Uh, Severus, and you three, what's going on?" Felix asked lightly, the two skewers of salmon fillets in his hand suddenly disappearing.

Valen's two small hands are occupied, but she didn't have Felix's ability, and this thing can't be stuffed into her pocket, she could only turn around and hide behind Felix, as she stuffed the salmon fillets into her mouth with a big munch, with obvious oil stains around her pink beak ...

Snape looked speechless for a moment, with deep eyes surveying both the big and the small ones.

"Potter--" he trailed off after a long while, "using the Patronus to break into the Slytherin common room and try to cause a panic-- "

"Not a panic!" Harry exclaimed, "We were just trying to inform Malfoy to get him out of there! We can't exactly go in as we don't know the password-"

"It's true," Ron gulped down a mouthful of drool, the salmon fry smelled too good, "we wanted to discuss baking fish ... with him," he suddenly coughed violently "I mean, to discuss the thesis, that is, the combination of 'bright' rune and fire making charm."

Felix almost understood what is going on.

"Leave the three of them to me, Severus," he said, "I happen to be looking for all of them for something."

Snape glanced at him, "A Detention cannot be compromised." Turning on his heel, he left.

Felix shrugged, "Come on." He told Harry, Ron, and Draco that the Uagadou camp is out of the question.

They made their way up, as Harry and the rest followed behind him. Harry clearly smelled the scent of fish coming from Professor Hap, and his stomach began to growl afterward.

"Harry, did you use the Patronus?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry whispered.

"Just the Patronus?"

"Harry can use Patronus to deliver messages." Ron said.

Felix stopped and looked at Harry with slight surprise, Harry stammered, "Professor you told me about the principle of using the Patronus to deliver messages, and when I tried it last night, it was pretty easy ..."

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Felix had learned a long time ago that the Patronus charm is pretty versatile magic.

It has a strong restraining effect against specific creatures, such as Dementors and Lethifold; it can transmit messages over a great distance with the ability to pass through physical structures, not to mention a series of fabulous uses that Felix developed on his own, nevertheless, he always had a question, for what purpose this charm originally developed?

Rarely do people realize that the Patronus Charm was not developed specifically to fight Dementors. In fact, it was developed much earlier - the wizard "Andros the Invincible" who was active during the ancient Greek period was able to conjure up giant-sized Patronus - while Dementors could only be traced back to the fifteenth century.

Felix suspected at one point that the Patronus charm had another use, but unfortunately, he didn't find it. He once thought that in the days when dark magic was widespread, being able to conjure Patronus might be considered "having a noble character", and such people generally had both strength and character, so they naturally gained the reverence of all people.

The Patronus Charm also naturally became some sort of tester and held a special status.

...

"Please sit down." Felix said.

They entered the ancient rune office, Harry, Ron, and Draco wearily sat on the same long couch, Harry felt uncomfortable, he had never tried to sit so close to Malfoy, so he looked around the room to distract himself, and soon, his eyes fell on the small square table in front of him.

A machine that looked like a toaster is placed there, with a stack of brown "slices of bread" beside it. In the groove of the machine, there is an identical "slice of bread" inserted, with the handsome picture of Cedric Diggory attached to it, who is smiling lightly at them.

"Professor, what is this?" He couldn't restrain himself from asking.

"A projection." Draco suddenly interjected, and Harry and Ron gave him an odd look, but they quickly accepted the explanation, as much as they hated to admit it, the wealthy Malfoys are no strangers to such things.

"That's right, a projection." Felix said, sitting on the single couch next to them, "The samples sent over by 'Future World', I mean these footages." He added.

Harry stared at Cedric, who still smiled at him, and a sense of absurdity rose up inside him. " So, this is ... these are ..."

"Champion's performance in the second task." Felix said with a smile, gesturing at the stack of flat brown square boxes on the table, "All of them. But it certainly can't be sold to the public just like that, there are no regulations yet, but the 'Future World' company hopes to set some standards and self-regulation."

Harry seemed to understand, but he realized something, this thing is similar to the Muggles' film, only this time, he may be about to become the main character of the film or one of the main characters. He thought about what the professor had said to them after the tournament, "You're going to be famous because of this game."

Finally, he understood the meaning of that statement.

"So, our performance will be more widely seen?" Ron's eyes lit up and he asked impatiently.

"In theory," Felix nodded as a few plates of snacks and butterbeer floated over and landed on the table, as he made a "please" gesture and said to them, "but there are some details that need to be considered, for example, your own willingness to-"

"I agree." Ron said immediately.

Felix laughed.

"Let's put it this way, when you participate in the tournament of champions, you all have agreed by default to compete under the sight of the audience, the 'Future World' company is just bringing your performance to a wider audience, nevertheless, there may be people who do not want to let their footage out ... the best we can do is try to convey the footage based on your preference."

"So that means we can decline as well?" Harry asked.

"On some insignificant and separate footage, yes." Felix said, "Not if it involves important game moments, of course, we will pay a fee, not much, but like I just said, we would like to set some standards." He emphasized.

"That sounds good." Ron said, getting famous and making money at the same time, why would anyone disagree? The only concern would be that it might be expensive, and his family wouldn't necessarily be able to afford it.

Harry, on the other hand, had a vague concern in his heart, what if all those footages could be seen by the Death Eaters and Voldemort, but then he thought, if the Death Eaters and Voldemort wanted to know his secret, then there is nothing he could do to stop it, there were too many audiences.

"I also agree." He said after a long consideration. All the magic he knew, except for the Occlumency, are not considered secret, and the Occlumency is not visible externally, as long as he did not say, others can not see.

Draco's eyes twinkled, it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Very well," Felix said, "then the business concerned you both are settled," he gave the expulsion order, "these footages will eventually be put together, and you will be invited to watch them once before they are released, also the payment will be distributed at that time. If there are no questions, I will consider everything is settled."

Harry and Ron left with mixed feelings.

Only Felix and Draco remained in the office, along with Valen, who had been munching on an Apple Crisp Cookies. She occupied a single couch alone, sitting across from Felix with the second volume of The Strange Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard on her lap.

"Do you know anything about the two spells, the Apparition, and the Disillusionment charm?" Felix asked.

Draco nodded, "I've done some research, and they are both advanced magics that can be learned in the higher grades."

"That's right, the Disillusionment charm can be learned in the fifth-year Charms class, and the Apparition magic requires an instructor assigned by the Ministry of Magic to learn it, and the student should be an adult."

"But Potter knows that magic!" Draco blurted out, his face turned pale, "I mean-"

"I understand," Felix said with a smile, "He seems to have broken the rules once again. It was his reward for winning first place in his third year, and he chose it himself. It's not really a big deal if the underage students learned Apparition, it's only public usage can cause some legal trouble ... Fortunately for Potter, the first time he used it publicly was when he earned honour for the entire British Wizarding community."

"If there is no objection, we will now begin."

"The Disillusionment Charm is a spell that is used to camouflage a person's body. When using it, you must keep the colour and texture of your body in line with the environment behind and around you ... It is easy to pick up, but hard to master."

"The difficulty of these two spells are different, but both require the mobilization of your magic power within your body, in other words, the control of magic power is very demanding, you are still lacking in this area, so I have prepared some targeted exercises ..."

For the next two hours, Draco Malfoy practiced writing in the air in a way that didn't scatter, he had to do it all with his bare hands, and it was demanding in terms of speed and aesthetics.

Draco Malfoy's face flushed from the heat of the fireplace, which jumped and splintered as the weather in March remained unpleasant.

Professor Hap indicated that some teaching aids are not ready yet, so the real practice will have to wait until next week. Still, when he left, he brought a copy of the knowledge breakdown chart of the Disillusionment Charm with him.

It is his assignment, and an analysis essay must be turned in by next week.

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The last days of March passed rather quietly, and Alastor Moody's purchase came on an overcast morning.

A dozen owls landed on the great hall table with a huge package in tow, their feathers ruffled, when Professor Moody asked a few students to take the poor little creatures to Madam Pomfrey for treatment.

"A long flight!" Moody said, "There aren't many people you can trust these days, and you can't be too careful when it comes to safety."

"That lowlife ruined my collection," he said in a thick voice, "I spent decades on it! That Sneakoscope works incredibly well and can monitor schemes within a kilometre radius. The only problem is that it's too sensitive, which is why I moved to an isolated area, otherwise it would just keep shrieking ..."

Professor Marchbanks and old Vera also left the school on that same day, Professor Marchbanks took the report provided by Felix, according to her, trying to get the Ministry of Magic to recognize a new profession is not an easy task, "They will pull a lot of irrelevant issues, such as the salary for the new department." She complained loudly, "It would always be delayed in irrelevant things, but I'll try to make it happen!"

"You're staying over during Easter break?" She looked at Felix, who responded by saying he would be here on April 17, "The day after Easter? I'll remember to schedule the meeting for that time."

"What do I need to prepare for this?" Felix asked.

"Shut them up with irrefutable facts!" Professor Marchbanks gently shook his hand.

Old Vera invited him to be a guest at the Ancient Rune Society for the summer before he left, and Felix agreed, but he would never join the society - he needed to see more " positive " changes - unless they offered the title of president of the Ancient Rune Society.

And so April came.

The vegetation in the school quietly turned green and the climate became favourable. In addition to the change in weather, the professors of different subjects all moved forward with their revision, and the students complained about the large amount of homework assigned, even creating a strange culture of comparison.

"I studied until twelve o'clock last night." A fifth-year student said in the lounge, "finishing that damn history of magic paper!"

" The guy's got three months to go before he's liberated, though, doesn't he?" Ron said sadly, comparing the two answers as he too fretted over the History of Magic paper, "First it was goblins, then vampires, and now it's turned into centaur ... What the hell is wrong with Professor Binns? Is the ghost cake in classroom seven not up to his taste?"

"These are the knowledge that must be learned." Hermione said while looking through today's newspaper.

"I know, but I don't care one bit about what the centaur chief said when he refused to accept the 'human' term of address, and the significance of the Centaur Liaison Office, a department that according to my father has never really been used, and no centaur has ever actually walked in there!" Ron muttered incessantly, his resentment visible to the naked eye and his voice getting louder, "It's become a public joke, if you look at anyone and don't like them, just pray he gets sent to the Centaur Liaison Office because it won't be long before he's fired - Harry, what's the word? "

Harry, who has been working on his Divination class assignment, peeks over and stares at his assignment for a few moments before saying in an uncertain tone, "Bangers?"

"It's a Banshee," Hermione said calmly from the sidelines, clutching a large book, "The Centaur has a grudge against Banshees and Vampires, and has clashed throughout history, which is one of the reasons they refuse to share the name 'human'. "

Ron didn't listen at all as he mimicked Harry's handwriting and drew a haphazard pattern, eventually comparing the lengths and concluded it with a small poem, "Great job." He said happily.

Hermione glanced at it and said mockingly, "Whose poem is this?"

"I wrote it myself." Ron closed the paper decisively.

"Good for you, breaking up a long sentence into seven or eight paragraphs." Hermione said, as Ron smiled and stuffed the paper into his book bag, "It's actually eight paragraphs ... Any news? You've been reading that for half a day."

"There's been more and more discussion about ancient runes," Hermione said, "It's like a hurricane, Rune cards are selling like hotcakes ... A lot of people are waiting for a new book from the professor, they obviously know who is the source of the change. "

"And we benefit from that, don't we?" Ron said with a grin, he recently in a rather good mood, last week 'Future World' company employees came over to give them a reward, a full 80 golden galleons, according to Neville, he even smiled when sleeping.

Hermione did not pay attention to him, as she continued to look at the newspaper, "I always feel that there is a person missing, how she did not comment on this big event is too strange ..."

"Who do you mean?"

"Rita Skeeter." Hermione said.

"Isn't it perfect, that nuisance disappeared, maybe she was beaten by someone." Ron guessed.

"She's writing Regulus's biography." Harry looked up and said, "Or maybe she's just hiding from the limelight."

"Oh ...," Hermione said in a long-drawn-out voice, "that makes sense."

"What's wrong?"

"You are not aware of what she has written in her new book, and frankly I wouldn't be surprised if she was captured by the Dark Lord one day, but she still has the guts to do this, are you sure?" She asked, looking at Harry.

"I don't know why." Harry shrugged, "But Sirius said her attitude was serious, and she took the manuscript to him every once in a while, other than that she didn't see anyone at all for the rest of the time..."

"How's Sirius's job, is he fitting in?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, "I can't believe he managed to stay in one school for so long."

"He's fitting in quite well there," Harry said, "He mentioned that he figured out a way to deal with the students."

"He didn't hex the students, did he?" Ron asked, and Harry didn't answer; he couldn't rule out the possibility.

April 7.

'Future World' company launched the magic projector with the footage simultaneously, during that day the new product was sold at 40% off, for a total of 120 golden galleons. The price is not low, but it still attracted a considerable amount of attention.

Especially when combined with the news of the hottest tournament at present, it has set the market on fire as soon as it appeared, selling 150 sets in the first week, and that's not counting the orders from abroad. It was a good start, although sales would certainly decrease and stabilize in the future.

With that came a lot of talk about the Champions, and it was as if the wizards had entered Easter early, with many owls flooding the campus every day. Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade featured with the posters of the Champions in their support.

It was in this atmosphere that Rita Skeeter emerged from a rented room opened by a muggle.

She tidied up her manuscript with a satisfied expression. Under great pressure, she exerted herself like never before, and this book, if published, would surely set off the market.

And ...

"Those peers of mine are not that low level, either." She mused, a press card with her picture and title placed on the table - a trainee reporter at The Times.

Yes, she had disappeared from the wizarding community for a while, not because she was hiding behind closed doors, but because she had temporarily disassociated herself from it.

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Rita Skeeter has her own agenda.

She was able to mix it up while annoying people because she knew what not to report and who not to offend. Here's an interesting fact: different people attach different importance to the same thing, and the same person attaches different importance to different things.

She can report on the Malfoy family's luxury and power, but will not touch on their history of being knighted by the Muggle kings and the fact that they were once close to the Death Eaters; she will also use harsh words to describe Dumbledore as a " senile old man" in her article, but she will never write about the forbidden friendship that existed half a century ago or mention anything about his dead relatives.

Unless, of course, they are no longer alive.

She has developed her own style of reporting based on this unique understanding of journalism, which has made her unique in the wizarding community with a large loyal following. However, she has had a bad year in the past two years, with a series of flops.

The first time was two years ago when she ran into a low-profile wizard and miscalculated the situation, thinking it would be no big deal if he got offended, but she ended up on the wrong side of the tracks and was confronted.

The second time was also two years ago, when that harebrained man Lockhart discovered her secret of being an illegal Animagus, so she had to get ahead of the game and use an Obliviate to get out of trouble, and afterward when she learned that Lockhart turned out to be a real memory master, she broke out in a cold sweat; she naturally knew what she had, and her lame Obliviate could not trap him for too long, so she rushed to the Ministry of Magic to report her Animagus status.

Even though her reputation got worse, she dodged a bullet and was simply got fined a sum of money.

The third involves her ambitious work, Against the Black Terror. Ever since her rival and fellow minder was imprisoned in Azkaban, she had been considering completing a highly influential new book, that's when Regulus Black, who had received the honorary endorsement of Dumbledore and was also the heir of an ancient pure-blood family, came into her sights, with a hidden identity as a former Death Eater!

She doesn't care if it's true or not, but that story sells, doesn't it? And more fortunately, the two main characters of the incident were dead.

The only thing standing in the way of this is probably the only remaining member of the Black family, Sirius Black. If his wanted notice was still hanging in Diagon Alley, she would never have dared to do so, but that Black was eventually proven to be wrongly accused. What a stupid guy, spent more than ten years in prison for nothing, Rita Skeeter once suspected that he had intellectual problems.

But in any case, since Sirius Black was wrongly accused, she is not afraid of him. Think about it, the last of the old pure-blood family, who left home at the age of 16 without inheriting any bit of the family's network, what is there to be afraid of?

In her opinion, Sirius should have been busy working around and restoring the family glory at that time.

It turned out that things had gotten completely out of hand, first Sirius Black kept sending her Howlers, and then there was the news that the Dark Lord's loyal lackey had come back from the dead and managed to escape arrest, which scared her to death and annoyed her at the same time, when did Azkaban become a complete gag?

Damn Barty Crouch! Damn Both of them!

She repeatedly inquired about the truth through various connections, and the more she learned, the more chilling she felt. She even went so far as to use a piece of hidden information to finally meet a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, who looked at her like a dead man.

Then she made a prompt decision to turn to the most powerful wizard she could get in touch with, Felix Hap, and she did not hesitate to offer up all kinds of hidden information she had worked so hard to gather over the years.

She also finally knew who she had messed with - she had guessed at every possibility and even wondered if she had been targeted by some ghost, but she never imagined that it would be someone who was already dead.

Is it some strange fetish for both the servant and the master to pretend to be dead?

Despite the promise of Felix Hap, she was worried that she would be used as bait, in case the fish is not caught, and she got swallowed instead. After weighing her options, she decided to disappear for a while. Under the pretext of writing her book in peace, she quietly moved to a muggle community and temporarily broke off contact with the wizarding community.

During one of her walks, she found a newsstand where a Muggle newspaper unexpectedly matched her appetite in terms of style. Although she did not like the third edition ..., she used some "skills" to get a job as a trainee reporter.

After a few small strokes, she became the most brilliant trainee under the editor-in-chief and will be promoted to a full-fledged reporter in the near future. Now she decided to convince the editor-in-chief, who had terrible taste in clothes, to allow her some autonomy.

That morning, Rita Skeeter emerged from The Sunday Times office. She promised to bring one heavyweight story a month to the paper, and the reward, naturally, is flexibility in her work schedule.

By noon, she returned to Diagon Alley.

Rita Skeeter took a deep breath and felt her entire body relax. On her way back to the Daily Prophet's headquarters, she unexpectedly saw various posters plastered on Diagon Alley, even the wanted posters for Barty Crouch Jr. were covered up.

Rita Skeeter stared expressionlessly at the dozen or so people on the posters; they were all champions of the tournament, and she was no stranger to them, having participated in the pre-tournament wand check and the coverage of the first task. But it became clear that something big had happened that she didn't know about.

Half an hour later, at the Daily Prophet headquarters, she got to know what happened from the mouth of the photographer.

The second task!

A magic projector!

And, of course - ancient rune!

Rita Skeeter, who had been hanging out at The Sunday Times job for two months, certainly knew what a projector is, and she even understood the logic of how the 'Future World' company operated.

"Those little guys are famous now?" She asked, straightening her curls.

"Rita, you're simply missing out on a lot of golden galleons!" Her photographer said.

Rita Skeeter lowered her head and gazed at him from behind her jewel-encrusted glasses, "Oh, Bozo ... news will never be lacking, I've been doing more important things."

"So, uh, what are you going to do now--"

"Get a piece of the action, of course!" Rita Skeeter said, reaching into her alligator handbag and pulling out a dark green fountain pen and a shorthand notebook. The photographer stared in amazement at her new kit as Rita Skeeter motionlessly adjusted the Ring of Ouroboros on her finger to a different position, revealing just a dark green ring.

"Bring it!" She said sternly, "Don't tell me you haven't done a damn thing this whole time! Bring me all the pictures you've taken!"

...

Meanwhile, Felix stared at a package that Owl had sent over.

It is a birthday present.

He gently unwrapped the outer package, there is a birthday card and a birthday cake. After checking several times and finding no traces of magic, he opened the birthday card. The greeting on the card is brief and signed by a simple name, Jane, with no last name.

"Strange ... did I mention my birthday? Not to mention it's a week late ..." Felix thought to himself, his birthday is April 8, but it's now already 15. The owl with the owl post office logo anklet had flown away, which meant there is no need for him to write back.

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Felix took out the small coloured candles from the package with interest, stuck them on the cake, and lit them one by one with a match, and when he blew out the candles, he suddenly realized that he is 24 years old.

It is the first day of the Easter holidays, so he has no classes, and even Valen is still sleeping.

He thought about his recent schedule, Draco Malfoy would drop by in the afternoon to practice the Disillusionment Charm, which he had already grasped briefly, but the fluctuations in magic were so obvious that it was easy to be seen from close range; a little later Harry would come, his Occlumency is on track, and there are still a few last pages left in that enchanted book.

Tomorrow is Easter, and there is a feast in the evening. He had heard that four other schools will be performing shows, and he sincerely hoped that the busy Pukwudgie he saw when he passed by the Quidditch pitch are not preparing for it ... The following day, he will leave for the Ministry of Magic to train the Aurors and Hit wizards of the Ministry, and drop off the finished booklet about runes to the publisher on the way. Scrimgeour wrote that he would be granted an honorary position as an advisor, and although he did not care, he politely expressed his thanks in his reply.

The bedroom door opened and Valen stood in the doorway with a yawn.

"Kiki ...?"

"A familiar smell?" Felix smiled, "It's birthday cake, we can eat the fruit and chocolate on it first. So nostalgic, I only had it when I was in the orphanage ..."

"Kee!"

The next evening, the Hogwarts great hall is brightly illuminated. Many of the young wizards had gone home for the holidays, but a significant number had stayed behind just to see the legendary and unique Pukwudgie show.

When Felix walked into the great hall, he saw a huge Easter egg in the center of the room. Only when he got closer did he realize that the egg is made up of a variety of sweet treats pieced together. He saw fruit preserves, pudding, peppermint hard candy, praline crunchy candy, wine heart chocolate, and fudge-filled with nuts ... A group of students gathered in front of the egg and gestured at it.

The Head Boys and Girls of the Student Body had to loudly announce that this is something to be shared only after the dinner is over.

But Harry's craving for Easter eggs is not great, he has significantly overconsumed sweets in the past two days, in addition to Professor Hap's birthday cake that was shared yesterday afternoon, this morning he also received a dragon egg-sized Easter egg from Mrs. Weasley, which was filled with homemade toffee, he ate it to a point of burping, and even burping has a sweet and creamy taste.

He, Ron, and Hermione found a seat and waited for the dinner to begin.

"I told you there is no way that woman would quit!" Hermione tossed a newspaper over to him.

Harry took it over and looked at it, "Nothing out of the ordinary is written ..."

"She started a rumour that I've Innate Strength!" Hermione said annoyed, "Do I look like I'm related to a Troll?"

"Why's that?" Harry asked.

"It's known as a troll's natural talent, but the wizarding community has always been sceptical about it, but they had to make something up or else trolls would be no different from ordinary creatures." Fred and George said as they sat down next to them.

Soon, people arrived and the students from the other four schools scattered to sit at the four long tables. Byers and Fleur both chose to sit in the Gryffindor seats, "What are you planning to perform?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you mean that," Byers said vaguely, looking disinterested, "You'll know when it's time. What about your school?"

Harry shook his head, he didn't know either, and Neville interjected from the sidelines, "It's a ghost show, and I heard Fat Friar from Hufflepuff and Nearly Headless Nick talking about the party, and Fat Friar was worried that there wasn't enough food being distributed ..."

The crowd looked at each other. "They want to bring that spooky food into the great hall?" Ron couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't forget, there is classroom seven available now, so maybe the food will taste better." Harry reminded him.

"I still can't get over Nearly Headless Nick's 500th-anniversary party." Ron said pessimistically. The ghosts had deliberately made everything mouldy in order to make the food taste a little stronger.

The dinner party started. Harry's eyes fell on a salmon, he couldn't help but remember the salmon skewers he had seen that day, he thought the group of house-elves in the kitchen had worked on a new dish, but unfortunately he never saw it on the table.

That's when the lights dimmed.

A group of silver ghosts drifted in like a tide, gliding through the great hall in some sort of formation, and Harry caught sight of the Nearly Headless Nick - one hand holding his head to keep it from falling off, while the other did well-rehearsed moves with the other ghosts. He looked excited.

Harry knew that Nick had tried hard to get into the Headless Hunt, but was mercilessly rejected because of an inherent lack of qualification - he still had a bit of skin attached to his neck, and he had complained about it.

A few minutes later, the ghosts gathered together, and the students applauded in a polite manner. At that moment, the ghosts suddenly scattered in all directions and flew into midair sprinkling a silvery speck of light.

Harry stared up in alarm, and he recognized it as some kind of egg-shaped stuff. He couldn't resist reaching out to touch it, which actually posed a big risk, because his experience told him that contact with the ghosts would give him a feeling of falling abruptly into an ice cave.

But the next second, a feeling of happiness flowed through his body, as if he returned to the ancient rune office, sitting on the professor's couch, looking through the enchanted book, he stayed for a long time in the chapter called "happiness".

"That's my memory!" A ghost floated up to him and said with excitement, it is Nearly Headless Nick.

"Oh, uh, that feels awesome." Harry praised sincerely.

"Thanks, it took a while to get that!" Nearly Headless Nick said, "I mean, I saw this coming ... I have been the only courtier of Henry VII who has tasted the delicacies of the court!" His tone grew low, "Although he was also the one who sentenced me to death."

"That's too bad." That was all Harry could say. But all he could think of is how poor Henry VII must have been to not even be able to afford a good axe because Nearly Headless Nick had said, he had been cut by the executioner 45 times without his head being completely severed.

"Want to try?" Felix asked from the faculty table. "My memory body is fond of doing strange things, and he complained to me that he couldn't come out ..."

"No need." Snape said coldly, pushing away the silvery speck of light that hovered around him.

At that moment, the light returned to the great hall. A row of short Pukwudgie walked to the center of the great hall, their faces stiffer than Snape's, they wielded their pocket short bows expressionlessly, as if at any moment they would draw an arrow from their backs and shoot out, the great hall went silent, and no reaction occurred until they withdrew.

Dumbledore politely clapped his hands, bringing sparse applause. The subsequent shows were much more normal, the students of Uagadou danced a jolly African dance, as the athletic and graceful figure of Nona Leibert attracted the attention of many boys; the students also witnessed the chorus of Beauxbatons's mountain fairies, and Fleur drunkenly serenaded along with them.

"So, Professor Hap's birthday is April 15th?" Fred asked, stabbing up a piece of chicken with his fork.

"It might be," Harry froze, "I didn't ask in detail, but yesterday Professor Hap said the cake was freshly unwrapped in the morning ..."

"Oh." Fred and George looked at each other in silence, and Fred said with a straight face, "George, next year is our last year at school."

"Yeah," George said without thinking, " It is important to give presents before it is too late."

"You're going to pull a prank on the professor's birthday?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Don't say it like that," Fred didn't deny it, "just trying to leave a good memory ... I just found out that all of our birthdays fall in April, me, George, and Professor Hap. It must be a special fate."

"You guys?"

"The first of April, yeah, April Fool's Day, but it's not a joke."

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The next day, Felix showed up at the Ministry of Magic on time, and the elevator disguised as a red phone booth stopped at the dark-tinted Ministry of Magic's lobby, "The Ministry of Magic wishes you a good day." The voice of the cold woman was heard in the elevator.

Then the door of the phone booth slammed open, probably because of the Easter holiday, the gleaming hall appeared very silent as it is empty. Felix caught a glimpse of the person waiting a short distance away - Tonks.

With her violet hair on top and her nose considerably pastel than before, the Metamorphmagus ... are truly magical, thought Felix, it would be nice if I could study them.

But he would not say this out loud.

"Mr. Hap, I took this job from Kingsley." Tonks said cheerfully, looking him up and down as she walked toward him, "You simply dropped by like this?"

"Or else?" Felix asked.

"I thought you would bring some teaching aids, Remus mentioned to me that you always have a lot of interesting inventions and whims."

"I did bring them, and will bring them out when the time is right." Felix smiled faintly and walked with her in the direction of the elevator, "You are still in touch with Remus?"

"Oh yes," Tonks said, "I like to hang out at Sword Castle during the days it's open when I'm not doing anything. Remus has given me quite a bit of advice, and he's still feeling sorry about knocking me out, but he didn't mean to, didn't he ... We're going to the second floor, and Scrimgeour is waiting."

"Sword Castle?"

"It's the headquarters of the 'Future World' company, it looks like a long sword stuck in Diagon Alley, that's what we call it," Tonks said, fiddling with the elevator button as it jerked and started descending.

Felix suddenly realized that he has always learned information about his company from others that he didn't know, and he thought it felt pretty nice, giving him an inkling that his company is growing rapidly and spreading its influence. Aside from that, Tonks pulled the conversation back on track, "I've been saving up for the Emerald Crown lately, but I've always been a spendthrift ..."

"It's really popular with the girls." Felix said understandingly.

"Oh, uh," Tonks looked a little flustered as she hastily explained, "I'm not trying to wear a princess dress or two, I mean, while it's really pretty ... it comes in six styles, and they also accept custom orders, don't you think it goes well with my ability?" She pointed to her face, her pastel nose quickly becoming angular, making her face look more refined as well as stern.

"Ding!" The second level arrived.

Felix pretended to be convinced, and they went to the Auror office, an open space divided into several cubicles, each belonging to an Auror. Although it is a holiday period, the seats inside are still mostly full.

The Aurors conversed in twos and threes, and when Tonks led Felix in, they turned their eyes in unison. Felix caught a whiff of different emotions, curiosity, admiration, scepticism, scrutiny, and one or two malicious ones.

"That's my seat." Tonks said, pointing to a small cubicle with some stickers on the wooden panels and a few pending documents scattered on the table along with a mug with a discount coupon from the 'Future World' company pressed under it.

"Good work, Tonks," Kingsley interrupted, "I'll take care of the rest."

Felix felt like a piece of cargo, briefly in Tonks' hands for transit before being taken over by someone more professional, and Kingsley led him to the inner side of the open space where a heavy oak door with a gilded wooden plaque bearing Scrimgeour's name and job title hung.

"Hello, Mr. Hap." Scrimgeour said as he stood up in the office. Instead of using the cane hanging on the shelf, he limped out from behind the solid wood desk, looking much more enthusiastic than last time, his lion's mane-like hair on his head shaking as he shook Felix's hand, "The Ministry has been buzzing about you lately, and Griselda thinks very highly of you."

Felix thought he was talking about the reframing of the ancient rune curriculum, "I hope everything is going well."

"Indeed," Scrimgeour said, "you have a good chance of making the cut, she picked a clever time to do so, and it must be admitted that Griselda is well-connected as a senior member of the Wizengamot, so her recommendation carries a lot of weight."

Felix felt a little puzzled as they didn't seem to be talking about the same thing. Without waiting for him to ask, Scrimgeour had already walked out of the office and shouted at the Aurors, who stood up in unison and headed toward the door.

"Let's go to the training room." Scrimgeour said to him.

"The training room?" Felix looked confused for a moment, then quickly realized how could Aurors couldn't possibly have their own training ground.

"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the largest department in the Ministry." Scrimgeour laughed out loud, "That statement reflects many things, the number of people, the space, and of course the expenditures." They walked out the doorway and headed in the opposite direction from the elevator, walking down some aisles before turning a corner at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office ahead of them, and then turning into a dark, well-worn corridor.

The corridor seemed deliberately placed this way, and Felix sensed traces of heavy magic. After walking for a few minutes, they finally reached the end of the corridor - which seemed to be a dead end. Felix saw a huge wall with an illustrated portrait of an equivocal male wizard with a scholarly face sitting in the frame, with a thick book in his hand, as he read it with great interest.

"Justus Pilliwickle, a former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, constructed this training room during his tenure." Scrimgeour said.

Felix shot a few glances at the portrait, "I've seen him, on the Chocolate Frog card." The male wizard in the portrait locked eyes with him, took off his hat with a slight bow, and asked, "Which do you think is more important, making laws or enforcing them?"

"The latter," Felix said, "Laws are always good in their original intent, but even the best laws need to be enforced and interpreted by people."

"Interpreting the law is an art." The male wizard in the portrait said approvingly, and he whirled to move out of the way, revealing a large, dark hole.

A dozen steps or so into the hole revealed a clear, brightly lit area ahead. Felix squinted, his eyes skimming over the underground space, which is larger than Hogwarts' great hall. There are nearly a hundred people much more than he had seen in the Auror's office inside, and Felix estimated that many of these people should be Hit Wizards.

"There were only thirty-seven people in the profile." He said mildly.

"That's right, and you only need to consider those people," Scrimgeour said, "The others are here to see the event, they will remain for maybe an hour or two before leaving, they have their own assignments."

After introducing Felix to the crowd in the training room and arranging for Kingsley to be his assistant, he hurriedly left.

...

Felix stood quietly, his eyes sliding over each and every one of them. He saw a handful of familiar faces, but plenty more are strangers.

At that moment, Kingsley came over from the corner of the field, followed by several human targets and soft pads that had been retrieved from a row of wooden crates in the corner.

"Thanks, Shacklebolt." Felix said, as he turned his wrist and his inky wand abruptly appeared in his hand, a gesture that drew some stares, and then he spoke calmly.

"If nothing else, I will be spending the next little more than two weeks with you all."

"I will show you some of the mysteries of ancient runes, time is limited, I can only pick the parts that are most important to you, I think you should have read about it in the newspaper recently. That's right, the part about the combination of ancient rune and modern magic."

"Before we officially begin - before I ask anything from you - I would prefer that you see what skills you are going to master, I think it will help us to get along for the rest of the time without some mishap... ..."

He flicked his wand quickly and a flame flared.

"Boom!"

A golden ball of fire blasted on the human-shaped target, the sticky flame clinging to the mutilated limbs, with a continuous " crackling " popping sound. Standing in the front row, Tonks felt the shockwave of the spell sweep over her head, a wave of heat whizzed her hair, she could not help but smack her lips.

" 'Flame' Rune with Fire-Making Spell," Felix explained, "this power can pretty much break the average level Shield Charm."

The crowd in the room murmured.

"In addition, 'Flow' Rune with Shield Charm," Felix waved his wand again, a magic barrier appeared in front of him, it looked like a new type of Shield Charm, it is no longer colorless and transparent, with the surface swirled with a greenish light, like flowing blue waves, or fettered wind.

"... hold on longer and better than the normal charm." Felix said, "Anyone wants to give it a try?"

"Anyone wants to give it a try?" When he asked for the second time, Kingsley stepped forward, as an assistant this is when he comes in handy. "We will mimic the state of combat to complete a round of offence and defense, in which you will need to disrupt my defense as much as possible."

Kingsley nodded in silence as the crowd spread outward, leaving enough room for the two.

At that moment, Kingsley suddenly leaned down, drew his wand, and recited the spell, the whole process was done in a single breath, Felix moved a step to the side, hiding behind the green magic barrier, "snort" a little sound rang, the spell grazed the shield charm and deflected.

The spell flew out swiftly as Kingsley stepped forward. Felix slightly adjusted the direction of the shield charm to make sure the spell didn't land on the same spot, and as everyone watched, the green glow of the magic barrier pulsed violently, with layers of ripples on its surface, and the originally broken and cracked spell smoothed out by an invisible hand.

Onlookers counted silently until the fifth spell slammed head-on into the shield charm when it flickered and disappeared.

Quite a few people-especially Hit wizards-stared hard at the two, a good portion of them even had difficulty using a complete shield charm. It wasn't that they couldn't use it, but it would be difficult to use it in actual combat, which related to the law enforcement scenario they had to face.

Hit Wizards are like cops in the secular world who deal with routine law enforcement tasks rather than a SWAT. In other words, they confront the law-breaking wizard populace who actually found it hard to muster the courage to confront the Ministry of Magic instead of terrorists.

The true Dark Wizards are scarce and are generally assigned to the more well-rounded Auror. The wizarding community is ultimately dominated by peace and order, rather than being filled with chaos and disorder, which is what the Hit Wizards have been experiencing all these years, but recently, for reasons unknown, Scrimgeour convinced Amelia Bones and Pius Thicknesse, who are also high ranking officials of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to put forward higher requirements for the Hit Wizards and Aurors, in which an article has liberalized the channel for the promotion to Aurors from the Hit Wizards.

It is an accepted fact that the treatment of Aurors far exceeds that of Hit Wizards. Many people are trying to work their way up to that.

"Profe-essor ...?" A young voice broke the silence.

Felix looked at the young man and smiled, "Abbott Balk?" His eyes fell on a bearded wizard, if he remembered correctly, Balk mentioned that he had an Auror uncle, and he happened to have read about an Auror named "David Balk" in his profile.

"It's me," the young Balk said, the pimples that had plagued his face when he was in school finally fading, which made him look a lot more refined. Still, his immaturity is revealed when he speaks: "I've learned there are many spells that are more advanced than the Shield Charm, so why don't we learn those spells?"

His uncle stared at him, his thick fingers rubbing repeatedly as if he wanted to teach his nephew a lesson.

Abbott Balk couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Oh, Balk," Felix said gently, "it's true that there are many advanced spells, but advanced means complicated, and complicated means a high probability of error ... The most intolerable thing in the combat zone is unnecessary mistakes. You will find that there is a general understanding about avoiding unskilled spells, and those who go against it will surely pay the price."

Abbott Balk flinched and retreated back into the crowd.

Felix continued, "Gentlemen, I will next focus on the most valuable spells; the Runic Fire-Making spell and the Runic Shield Charm were hand-picked by me, and these two spells will serve as your first priorities to master. Other than that, if some of you are quick enough to learn, I don't mind giving additional instructions."

"Well, back to the topic. I had someone forward a copy of this information almost half a month ago. I would appreciate it if you have practiced it in your spare time through the rune cards, and now I would like to ask those who have mastered Flame Rune and Flow Rune to come forward ..."

Tonks happily took a step forward and looked left and right excitedly. Felix likewise watched in silence, it would be quite cumbersome for him to test the combat power of these Aurors one by one, but many things would reveal itself in detail with time, such as the degree of self-discipline, such as the ability to execute, just like now, the vast majority of the twenty or so people who came forward are familiar faces that he had seen in the profile.

Perhaps there is a discrepancy in the figures, but the elite fighting force that the Ministry of Magic can deploy is almost this.

No wonder Scrimgeour was so anxious, Felix thought without making a sound. Although he does not know the exact number, but the number of Death Eaters during the last wizard war is nearly one to two hundred, and every one of them is hand-picked by Voldemort, plus the followers who have not been branded as Death Eaters, as well as the dark creatures that Voldemort solicited, their strength has exceeded that of the Ministry of Magic, who has been at peace for more than ten years at this moment.

'The Ministry of Magic can't be relied upon.' This thought flashed through Felix's mind.

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"You all possess the ability to outline runes freely from the scopes of the rune cards ... but this is only the first step, you still need to master the magical intent of the ancient runes, and that is not an easy task. Unless-" Felix gazed at the two dozen people in front of him, "you take some radical approach."

"Mr. Hap, what do you mean--" Kingsley asked in lieu of the rest.

"Take some risks and show your courage ... you need to feel it deeply." Felix said seriously, a dozen feet around him - as his wand cut through the air like a sharp sword, accompanied by a soft "swoosh" sound - a bright orange flame rose up and twisted into a long snake of flame.

Kingsley's eyes widened, and he quickly took two steps back. The other Aurors and Hit Wizards also drew their wands and pointed at the flaming serpent which stood upright, as well as Felix Hap, who stood in front of the flaming serpent, with a calm face and his wand had disappeared into his sleeve.

The crowd gradually calmed down, Tonks marvelled at the huge flaming serpent burning in front of her, it is almost a hundred feet tall, the long serpent body is composed of flames, and every piece of its scale are burning violently.

She took two steps forward, and Kingsley shouted in the background, "Tonks!" The long flaming serpent let out a silent hiss, then slammed down with a "thud" on the ground, the form of the serpent disappeared, leaving a straight flaming path on the field.

The passage is about six or seven feet wide, the head of the serpent fell just in front of Tonks, its tail extended backward, reeling Felix in, leaving his figure hidden in the flames.

" Ladies and gentlemen, walk through the flame to join me and feel the power of the Flame Rune."

Felix said as he stood amidst the flames.

The Aurors looked stunned, and Kingsley frowned and asked slowly, "Mr. Hap, is this some sort of obstruction?" Yet Felix did not speak, perhaps not wanting to explain, or perhaps his very act of standing there spoke volumes.

Tonks took a step forward.

"Wait, Tonks--" Kingsley immediately said, he felt troubled, whether it is him, Scrimgeour, or the Minister of Magic, they can not control the whole situation. Especially the behaviour of those who have shown great power is not controllable.

His role is to deal with these "accidents".

Tonks looked back at Kingsley, and then at Felix, who remained silent in the flames - he watched in silence with his head tilted slightly to the side, looking at her and everyone behind her with a probing gaze, seemingly curious about their choices.

She began to perk up.

"I'm not going to get hurt." Tonks said with certainty, and she took another step forward, just one step away from the flames, which blazed hotly, creating a hot wind, and she smelled the scorching smell of her hair. She suddenly hesitated, her mind became not so sure, so she looked at the man in the flames.

"I'm not going to actively hurt anyone." The man said to her.

Her heart pounded, and as everyone watched, Tonks closed her eyes and stepped into the flames. There is no sharp pain as expected, she feels a burst of warmth, and with undulating cries of surprise ringing around her, she opened her eyes, when the flames looked completely different in her vision.

She saw flame runes. They looked like some kind of spirit, burning and jumping, transforming between the fiery red runes and the flames, and Felix's right hand glowed faintly as a wisp of flame separated in that hand, and one rune bolted in ...

Tonks couldn't help but gaze blankly from her spot, and Felix reminded her in a gentle voice: "Feel the emotion of the flame, feel the power of the rune."

Tonks stretched out her palm, and a wisp of bright flame jumped on her hand, her hand shuddered as her arm cringed, but she didn't move away, the flame clung to her hand, dancing in her palm before transforming into a shiny rune.

A feeling of joy surged through her, and she knew at once what to do next. She called out internally for more runes, and soon a wisp of flames surrounded her, forming an airtight cocoon of fire.

"This is--" Kingsley's eyes widened, and out of trust in Dumbledore, he stepped in second. The flames did not harm him, they gently brushed his robes, then more people stepped into the flames, they remained unharmed, and now they are curiously surveying the bright flames around them.

Their eyes showed an incredulous expression.

Is it an illusion? Kingsley thought, when a scream rang out from behind him, "Yaxley!" Someone shouted. Kingsley jerked back, Yaxley retreated from the flames, he seemed to have suffered a great deal of damage, although his skin showed not a trace of burns, but his clothes are smoking.

Yaxley sat on the ground with a pained expression, his eyes filled with fear and anger. "What have you done!" He shouted.

"It only means that you have not been selected." Felix said calmly, "You didn't think that I would just hand over my power without making any restrictions, did you?"

"Mr. Hap," Kingsley said with a headache, "our agreement doesn't mention that, and you should at least talk to us in advance if you have any requests."

"Because I don't think it would be a hindrance." Felix said lightly, "Those who are averse to the ancient runes will naturally not be recognized by the runes either, you should have been prepared for this long ago."

"You mean, Yaxley he-" Kingsley looked at him hesitantly, and then looked at Yaxley who is sitting on the ground with a painful expression, and a huge wave rose up in his heart.

"Perhaps I should talk with this Mr. Yaxley, there may be a misunderstanding between us." Felix curled his lips and said, Yaxley, he remembered this name.

"There is no misunderstanding." Yaxley gritted his teeth and stood up, "I just simply don't like ancient runes! Sorry, Kingsley-it seems I shouldn't be here." He limped away.

Kingsley hesitated for a second or two, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hap, I need to check his health-"

"There will be nothing wrong with his health."

"I don't doubt that," Kingsley said quietly, "but-" he paused and said to the others, "Don't let Yaxley influence you, I'll go out and see what's going on." He stepped out of the flaming field and walked after him toward the door.

Felix spoke calmly, reassuring the stunned Aurors and the Hit Wizards. "The principle of this magic is simple ... I have amplified the emotions of the flame rune so that you can feel the intent of the rune a little better. But inevitably, the rune is tainted with my own will, so anyone who has conflicted thoughts about the rune will be repelled ..."

After a while, Kingsley returned with a brisk gait.

"The Healer said there's nothing serious, just a shock, and Scrimgeour gave him two days off." He told the crowd, and they sighed in relief, feeling sorry for Yaxley as they did so. A few more fire cocoons were added to the field, wisps of flame blending into them.

Felix nodded and looked at Kingsley, who wore a hesitant expression, "Something wrong?"

"Scrimgeour wants to invite you to lunch."

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Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room. While the other students are busy catching up on their holiday assignments, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are having a lively discussion, trying to figure out the spells that they might use in the third task.

"We won't know exactly what the third task will be until almost a month from now, but we can't just wait until then to get started." Hermione said to them and Harry noticed that she pulled out her little book again, he remembered it was filled with inspiration and information that Hermione had prepared for the second task.

Hermione noticed Harry's gaze, and she explained, "Some of the spells are useful, we just didn't have time to learn them at that time, and now it's just what we need."

"What are they?" Ron asked with interest, "I think what I have mastered so far is enough already."

"No, it's not enough," Hermione said seriously, "For example, at the thirty-second Tournament, the champions were asked to find an invisible beast based on a rudimentary map."

"That doesn't sound dangerous," Ron said, "the invisible beasts are not very aggressive."

"Oh, the danger didn't come from the invisible beast, but from the other creatures in the mountain, and what's more, in the end, the champions had explored the mountain for six weeks and found nothing, and the judges had to declare all of them all as losers." Hermione said.

"Six weeks? In the wild?" Ron shrank back.

"You can imagine the state of the champions after being in the wild." Hermione said briefly, "It took longer than average for them to recuperate ..."

Ron's body visibly shook.

"We really ought to be prepared," Ron said with a serious look on his face, "any good advice on how to avoid getting yourself lost?"

"Wilderness survival skills, Professor Belby has taught that knowledge; How to deal with common dangerous creatures in the wilderness, Professor Lupin has taught this part ... and Amplifying Charm, Caterwauling Charm, Four-Point Spell ... I think the Sharp Edge Spell is not bad either, we can use it for clearing bushes and constructing a shelter... And by the way Ron, how is your Apparition practice going?"

"What?" Ron was taken aback and swallowed nervously.

"Don't look at me like that, you didn't practice since the end of last school year, did you?" Hermione asked, staring at his face.

"Oh, uh," Ron stammered, "I've managed to do it twice, remember?"

"That was last year, if you haven't practiced since then ..." Hermione looked at him sternly.

"What about you?" Ron couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

"I have long been able to," Hermione said, "but of course, not as well as Harry could use it ..."

Ron looked at her with a downcast look, "So, I have one more task than you guys? Harry, I need your help, Harry?!"

Harry looked up from the book 'Famous Wizards and Their Patronus' with a groggy expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked curiously.

"The professor told me to find time to practice my Patronus Charm more often." Harry said with a yawn.

"Patronus Charm? Why?"

Harry shrugged, "The professor said that this charm has a lot of potentials to be tapped."

...

After almost a week, the Ministry of Magic has gradually become more and more crowded, and the employees are returning to work regularly.

Felix's special training is also on track, the most progressive Aurors and Hit Wizards have begun to try to fuse the flame rune and the fire-making spell; the challenge at this point has turned out to be the control of the magic and the timing of the fusion of the two, which is not a difficult task for the elite members of the Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley and Derris were the first to succeed. To them, the power of a single spell might not mean much, but they are dealing with a whole magic system.

Everyone took this rare opportunity seriously, and Felix quietly spread his influence over one of the most important forces in the Ministry of Magic.

He recalled his experience in the past few days, and there was no conflict with Scrimgeour during lunch. Scrimgeour didn't even mention the matter of Yaxley, he just brought out a letter of appointment as an advisor of the Ministry of Magic.

"Honorary advisor? What's the use?" Felix asked, flipping through the contents of it; he didn't find a magic contract or anything like that.

"An extra income, and the right to advise and supervise on certain matters." Scrimgeour said in an alluring tone, "It'll be an important resource if you ever plan to go into politics."

Felix shrugged and accepted it.

One afternoon, after Felix had once again elaborated on the meaning of the 'flow' rune to the crowd, Professor Marchbanks approached him for a meeting.

When Felix walked into the conference room on the second level of the Ministry of Magic, it was already filled with people. These people dressed in violet robes with an elaborate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest; They all looked at him with narrowed eyes, some with stern expressions, others with undisguised curiosity.

His eyes darted over the wizards, lingering briefly on Dumbledore's half-moon-shaped glasses and the dull yellow-green bowler hat on Fudge's desk.

Wizengamot ... Felix vaguely speculated, and he walked calmly to the empty seat next to Professor Marchbanks, and lowered his head to whisper, "What do I need to do?"

"Nothing!" Professor Marchbanks said in a loud voice as she looked across the table, "Dumbledore, may we begin?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said cheerfully, Fudge's expression looked very uneasy as he picked up a striped handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore flipped open a document on his desk and cleared his throat as he said aloud, "As Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, have gathered all the Wizengamot members for a discussion as well as a resolution on Griselda Marchbanks' proposal to decide whether to agree to incorporate Felix Hap as one of our members. "

A lot of murmurs are heard among the wizards present.

Felix smiled slightly, leaned his body against the back of his chair, and waited quietly. After a few minutes, the murmurs subsided and Dumbledore spoke again, "Will the originator of the proposal please state the grounds."

The short Professor Marchbanks stood up, straightened her somewhat hunched body, and said loudly, "Everyone of you already has a copy of this document in front of you, so I'll just highlight the main points, Felix Hap has made outstanding contributions in many fields, and he deserves to be one of us!"

"After Felix Hap became Professor of Ancient Rune at Hogwarts, he demonstrated a high level of teaching and academic excellence for two consecutive years, and you can see the transcripts of this on pages 15 and 16--"

A rustling sound rang out in the conference room, followed by several suppressed gasps from the crowd.

"This can't be possible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" Professor Marchbanks said, "Just sometime prior, Hedstrom Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Rune Society, and I went to the school specifically to investigate; and I can assure you that not a word of the information mentioned in it is false!"

"We trust that you will not exaggerate on such a matter, Professor Marchbanks." Amelia Bones, who is seated next to Fudge said, her voice loud and deep thanks to the monocle she wore. She reassured Professor Marchbanks, before looking at Felix with a probing gaze.

"Then I will continue - Felix Hap proved highly accomplished in the field of memory healing, and the treatment he has developed is proven to be the most effective treatment for memory damage at St. Mungo's, as many patients judged by healers to be incurable are restored to sound health. Ms. Dorothea Bonham can testify-"

"Ahem!" A voice sounded from the corner, and Dorothea Bonham, the former head of St. Mungo's, said solemnly, "I can testify that, in fact, the data in the document about the patient was personally provided by me."

There was another sound of flipping papers, this time no one objected, Felix had received the Order of Merlin for this one contribution, and everyone knew about it, but they just wanted to see more details.

The meeting continued -

"Felix Hap has saved the reputation of the Ministry of Magic by quelling the riot at the Quidditch World Cup." Professor Marchbanks said loudly, and the chorus of agreement resounded considerably all around, while Fudge grimaced and mumbled.

Professor Marchbanks exclaimed, "I didn't see any act of recognition afterward, and this incident fully deserves an Order of Merlin."

Fudge wiped his sweat as he was compelled to speak up and explain, "Uh, I believe ... we were busy investigating and collecting evidence at the time, and the ministry had imprisoned hundreds of rowdy wizards, the vast majority of whom were from abroad, so they had to be handled carefully ... or it could easily become an international dispute ..."

Professor Marchbanks grunted loudly.

"Also - the center of public view most recently, I'm sure you're no stranger to it; Felix Hap has demonstrated the new value of ancient runes, and we have reason to believe that this contribution is worthy of starting a whole new system of magic!"

"Griselda ... this matter still needs to be deliberated," Fudge said, uneasily fiddling with the papers in his hand, "of course, I do not disagree ... just too early, need to be observed a few more years ..."

Marchbanks ignored him, she closed the file in her hand and looked around intently, "I think that's sufficient. Now I have only one question, what reason do we have to reject such a person from joining Wizengamot?"

The conference room became quieter as they looked around the room, seemingly waiting for someone to comment.

At that moment, Amelia Bones looked up from the file, "I have a few questions for Mr. Felix Hap, merely for curiosity ... has little to do with the subject of this meeting and does not affect my approval of his entry into Wizengamot."

"Ms. Bones, I am just simply sitting here without anything to do, so feel free to ask your queries." Felix said.

"I've heard that - the Patronus Charm is one of your best spells? That you once used it to take down hundreds of dementors?"

The surrounding wizards began to exchange glances, with many showing expressions of admiration.

"That's true."

"You also possess some kind of magic that destroyed dementors? Is it ancient magic?"

"Well, one could assume so." Felix nodded slightly, at least the zooming spell is ancient magic.

"Then did you know that they are considered as employees of the Ministry of Magic?" Amelia Bones looked at him with a stern expression.

"Yes, and I also know that they have lost control more than once," Felix said calmly, "Not counting the two times at Hogwarts, even in Azkaban there was a similarly disastrous occurrence happened." His words drew a murmur of discussion.

"Is it true?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"It does have happened," Ms. Bones said in agreement, "I always opposed the idea of using Dementors to guard wizard prisons, the practice is akin to-"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Fudge coughed violently, " Ladies and gentlemen, we are getting off-topic, the policy of using Dementors as wizard prison guards had have been carried out for centuries, and they have done their job Outstandingly in most cases, with some occasional mishaps that can be tolerated."

"Outstanding? Outstanding!?"

Professor Marchbanks glared at Fudge as if she is eager to quarrel with him.

Dumbledore timely spoke up and asked, "Does anyone else have any questions before the formal vote?"

"I have a question." A male wizard raised his hand, he smiled and asked: "I want to ask on behalf of my granddaughter, when will the Emerald Crown of 'Future World' company be on sale?"

Many people laughed quietly.

At that moment, Fudge indicated a witch with his eyes, and Dolores Umbridge inwardly grimaced as she hesitated for a few seconds, but she still couldn't give up the temptation of returning to the center of power.

"Here's the thing," she spoke in a whispery voice, and several people around her immediately frowned, "I'm full of appreciation for Mr. Hap's creation of the 'Future World' company, which, as we all know, has become the biggest company in the entire British as well as becoming one of the greatest company in the wizarding community as a whole - currently there are about -" she quickly scanned the parchment on the table, "one hundred and forty-seven people?"

"You do know better than me, the owner of the company, it's really quite hard on you." Felix said calmly, scaring Umbridge to shiver.

Her face heaped with a sweet smile. "I'm curious what ... are you trying to do with all those people you've recruited. As far as I know, this company is still recruiting, and at this rate, probably in another two or three years, the 'Future World' company will outnumber the Ministry of Magic in terms of headcount ..."

"Well," Felix said with a calm expression, "because it didn't meet my expectations yet."

"Expectations? With all due respect, is your expectation all about exceeding the Ministry of Magic's staff No.?"

"I don't really care about that," Felix said, "in case you forgot, Umbridge, 'Future World' still isn't considered the biggest company in the wizarding world."

"Pardon me? I can't think of any other-"

"Gringotts." Felix spat out a name, and Umbridge's face looked as if she had been forced to swallow a fly.

The expression of the wizard in the conference room eased.

"My vision for the 'Future World' company would be a multinational company, and the company's blueprint has never been limited to just one or two countries; the company has started to spread across every wizard gathering place in the world." Felix said, " Where you can't see, all employees of the company are working towards a common goal."

"And this common goal is ...?" Umbridge held her breath.

"It's printed on the 'Future World' company flyer," Felix said slowly, "It seems you didn't do your homework carefully enough."

Umbridge stopped talking.

"Then, let's vote by raising our hands." Dumbledore looked around and said. After saying that, he raised his hand first.

A few minutes later, the proposal about Felix entering the Wizengamot passed unanimously.

"Very well," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "then, I request the new member of the Wizengamot to take his seat, so we can move on to the second topic, proposed by myself--"

Fudge's face suddenly trembled, not out of fear, but anger, he stared at Dumbledore with a death stare, his fat, thick fingers wriggled.

Dumbledore acted as if he did not notice it, he calmly stated his topic: "About the return of Voldemort, and the imminent second wizarding war."

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A sharp intake of breath resounded in the conference room, the male wizard who had just asked about the new product for his granddaughter slid straight out of his chair to the floor, he cursed and got up, but no one cared about him, the room looked like a vegetable market, even Professor Marchbanks looked at Dumbledore with surprise.

"Are you sure he's really back? Dumbledore; I mean ... really back?" Amelia Bones said seriously with a serious look behind her monocle.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and Ms. Bones' stiff body relaxed, both her thick eyebrows returned to their proper place.

"So, we still have time to prepare." She let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Provided we don't turn a blind eye and pretend like nothing is happening-"

"That's enough, Dumbledore!" Fudge shouted, his face turning purple and spittle flying, but he seemed completely oblivious to it, "Stop spreading panic! There's no evidence that he's actually back ... or shown signs of coming back!"

"The evidence is right under your nose Fudge, you just need to put your head down and examine it calmly for a few seconds." Dumbledore said.

"Where?"

"Barty Crouch-"

"Aha! I knew you would say that!" Fudge roughly tugged at his collar, his face and neck discoloured with rage, and he stood up, the bowler hat in his hand squeezed flat as he waved his arms agitatedly. " Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you how ridiculous this so-called evidence is, and you will see how ridiculous-"

The members of the Wizengamot stared in shock as they watched Fudge walk around the room, speaking in a loud voice.

" Barty Crouch! I hate to say it, as there's a scandal involved, but - the former Head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation had committed a crime, Barty Crouch used a Polyjuice Potion to swap his wife and son out of prison, and the Dementors failed to detect it ... I admit that Azkaban is flawed, and we are considering adding a thief-proof waterfall to wash away the effects of all magical spells and Polyjuice Potions - "

Fudge suddenly stopped. With one hand clutching his bowler hat with a death grip and one hand resting on his chair, he exclaimed, "Think of how insane he was, committing a murder a decade or so ago, he was so ... evil! No better than those Death Eaters."

"Cornelius," Amelia frowned, " Barty did do something wrong, but according to his testimony, his wife was dying at the time, and Barty couldn't resist his wife's last plea-- "

"More than that!" Fudge interrupted her, " Barty Crouch committed more than that, he drove his own son crazy!"

The conference room went silent, except for the heavy panting of Fudge himself, who resembled a dangerous gladiator; they felt like they were inside an ancient gladiatorial arena instead of the Ministry of Magic's conference room, where Fudge looked prepared to fight anyone who dared to take a chance.

Then he welcomed his fated opponent. Dumbledore crossed his arms on the table, looked at Fudge with interest, and said softly, "Peculiar point of view! Fudge, I'm getting more and more interested in what's going on in your head, and I'm all ears."

Fudge seemed exasperated by Dumbledore's calm expression, and his voice got louder as if he had used an amplification charm.

"I have proof too! Dumbledore, and if you choose to believe Barty Crouch's word, you'll believe him all the way. Isn't that right?" Fudge had an odd smile on his face, he had prepared quite a bit for this day to speak smoothly.

His small eyes fixed on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore did not shy away from meeting his gaze. Dumbledore's body seemed to emanate an unspeakable pressure, so Fudge took the initiative to avert his gaze.

"Imperius Curse ... right? Gentlemen, have you ever wondered how Barty Crouch managed to rein his son in? In order not to expose his crime and continue to move up in the Ministry of Magic, he personally cast the Imperius Curse and detained Crouch Jr. under incognito for twelve whole years!"

"He got what he deserved, that little Death Eater!" Professor Marchbanks said loudly, "He was involved in the torture of the Longbottoms, the worst of it - if it weren't for Felix," she gave a quick glance to the side, "the poor couple would still be muddling along in St. Mungo's ."

"I know." Fudge said impatiently, "I assure you, I have no sympathy for that Death Eater, my uncle died in the war, and I hate them as much as you do! I just want to tell you that Barty Crouch has gone mad long ago, and he is not what you think. What would happen to the heart of a man who used the Unforgivable Curse for twelve years straight? Hmm?"

Felix glanced at Fudge in amazement for thinking of this breakthrough, and as for the effect, just look at the greatly shocked wizards - Barty Crouch's reputation is completely finished, and there will be no one will sympathize with him in the future.

But thinking about how Dumbledore found him yesterday, he knew that Dumbledore is equally well-prepared.

"So, do you want to know what happened? It was a tragedy," Fudge said with a heavy expression, "the father used his power for personal gain and controlled his own son with an Imperius Curse, and finally his son went mad under the spell, mad enough to go completely insane, he hallucinated that he had heard another voice in his head and imagined that the Dark Lord is still alive, but in any case, he got rid of the spell's control, and in turn, he controlled his father!"

"The spell messed with Crouch Jr.'s head, and for six months he pretended he was receiving commands from the Dark Lord, pretended he still served the Dark Lord, infiltrated Hogwarts, and tortured his father, which he had done all based on a figment of his imagination."

Felix let out a deep sigh, he had a whole new understanding of Fudge's character, Fudge's stubbornness and persistence had opened his eyes. Fudge's strategy was also convincing, first exposing Crouch's crimes, turning Crouch into a dangerous criminal by using fact, and finding justification for Crouch Jr.'s behaviour, although there were still quite a few flaws, but it was already a passable story, and if his guess is right, Fudge will next destroy all Crouch's testimony -

" Barty Crouch is crazy!" Fudge exclaimed, "When he disappeared, he suffered terribly, both mentally and physically!" He looked at Amelia Bones, "You are well aware of that, aren't you?"

" Barty Crouch did suffer inhuman torture, but-" Ms. Bones spoke cautiously.

"And the people at St. Mungo's have confirmed his condition!" Fudge immediately looked at Dorothea Bonham, "That ... Healer of yours, he himself admitted that Barty Crouch had been subjected to a significant amount of Confundus Charm and memory tampering!"

Ms. Bonham slowly nodded her head. Quite a few members of the Wizengamot got convinced, with sad expressions on their faces.

"That's how it is!" Fudge waved his hat, "There is no Dark Lord! And there is no war!" He put the hat on his head, a smile appeared on his face as he looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also smiled, he even clapped his hands a few times, "Fudge, your fiction was great ..."

"So, you have proof?" Fudge asked impatiently.

Dumbledore calmly said: "If the evidence you expect would be to see Voldemort standing in front of you with your own eyes," Fudge couldn't help but cringe when he heard the name, as Dumbledore continued: "Then I really don't have it, but I'm happy to share some facts, and my own speculation based on those facts. "

"So are you going to make up stories too, Dumbledore? but I'm too busy to be interested in hearing these-"

"I'm afraid not." Dumbledore said.

"What - not?" Fudge sucked in a breath, as if Dumbledore was not talking, but took out his wand to threaten him.

"Fudge, please forgive me, I am the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and even though you are the Minister of Magic, you are still a member of the Wizengamot, so according to the procedure you must hear me out." Dumbledore said, and Fudge stared as if he had been lashed.

Felix sat quietly in his chair and thought, that even if Dumbledore intended to tell all about Voldemort's secret, he would still not believe it. He believed that Dumbledore is going to make a warning, the question is, how extreme it will be.

"Where should I start?" Dumbledore said softly, "The night fourteen years ago; Voldemort with the help of a traitor entered the safe house of the Potters and killed them. However, he failed to kill Harry Potter when he was still a baby, as his Killing Curse rebounded, he lost his power from then on - "

"He was dead." Fudge said stiffly.

"Where's the body?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

"No one cares about that Dumbledore!" Fudge said impatiently, "He's dead! Probably turned to dust, or someone took the body."

"It's just a rosy hope," Dumbledore said as he shook his head, "I realized then that there's another possibility existed, that Voldemort is still alive and kicking somewhere in the world ... but people were too eager to hear a good news, too eager to restore order and embrace peace."

"Where is the proof Dumbledore? Where's the proof?!" Fudge asked.

"Why can't you hear him out?" Professor Marchbanks said in a loud voice, "He wasn't this rude when you were talking!"

Fudge gave her a hard stare and muttered, "Well, I'd like to hear ... what evidence ... there is."

"Thank you, Griselda," Dumbledore smiled in gratitude toward Professor Marchbanks as he continued, "I did not put my guesses out there, and perhaps, as Fudge said, he really did turn to dust and die. Though by what I know of him, that is highly unlikely."

"One of the proofs is the curse that still haunts the Hogwarts - the Defense Against the Dark Arts class - even years after Voldemort's death, which made my heart grow uneasy, so I took it upon myself to gather evidence that he is still alive, keeping an eye out for unusual sightings and legends... ..."

"It took several years, but I finally found suspicion in a Muggle newspaper." Dumbledore said, "Yes, I got into the habit of reading muggle newspapers in those years, and I still maintain it, I especially like the Sudoku game on it, according to the muggles that can prevent Alzheimer's."

Fudge looked at him with a dull expression, as if Dumbledore had already shown signs of Alzheimer's disease.

" To get back to the point, I read in the newspaper about an expedition team who had heard horror legends about the Albanian forest, where some small animals and livestock would die without warning and behave perversely before they died; and an eight-year-old boy swore he saw a snake reading a newspaper that had a picture that moved. "

"We all know what this means?" Dumbledore said as he looked at the crowd.

In the crowd, Tiberius Ogden said with discontent, "What fool wizard threw the newspaper around after reading it?"

"That doesn't mean anything ...," Fudge said with a stiff tongue. "It may be an Animagus from another country who just happens to be a snake."

"I checked, and they're possessed." Dumbledore said.

"Wh-what?"

"Possessed," Dumbledore repeated, "which doesn't mean anything, maybe it's some evil spirit at work, but again, I need to warn you all, it could also be someone who has lost their power; I continued to investigate in the forest... ...and found a large pit full of animal carcasses, mostly rats and snakes, but of course, snakes were the most numerous. I tried to solve the riddle, and for a time I believed I saw a familiar figure, tattered and broken as he became a phantom, and passed before me in a flash, but I never saw him again afterward."

"You mean that thing ... he was hiding from you?" Amelia Bones asked gravely.

"I think so," Dumbledore nodded slightly, "I persuaded a few families close by to move away from there and asked the owner of the local wizard tavern to keep an eye out for the ghost, and so on; After a decade, I gained more information and my inner suspicions became firmer."

"But if it was truly that man, why didn't he come out, instead of hiding and wandering in the Albanian forest for more than ten years?" Amelia Bones asked.

"Exactly! I would like to know that too-"

"I'm afraid I can only give some guesses," Dumbledore said.

"Your guesses are very informative." Ms. Bones said as some of the wizards in the room nodded in agreement, while others kept shaking their heads.

"I think - before I make my speculation - I need to remind you that Voldemort has lost his powers, he is weaker than ever, and even more limited than what the ghost is capable of accomplishing," Dumbledore said, "and one of his flaws is that he cannot overpower the thoughts of those who fiercely resist him for long, so he prefers to possess simple-minded animals, especially snakes; He has a special affinity for snakes."

"Parseltongue." Ms. Bones said grimly.

"True, perhaps for the first few years after he lost his power he had the hope that some Death Eaters would find him and help him regain his power ... but he was sorely disappointed, he maintained his rule with fear, so it was doomed with nothing when he failed," Dumbledore said softly. "Of course, the few who remained loyal to him were imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Barty Crouch Jr., Lestrange!" Ms. Bones said.

Felix's mind flickered, he once again triggered by the thought of Azkaban and Dementors, The first time was during the conversation with Neville, he didn't realize the problem in the end, as he had missed a key - Azkaban is a prison with all kinds of criminals inside.

He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, trying to think. Dumbledore's voice became a background sound, providing him with inspiration -

"Almost four years ago, Voldemort possessed a professor at Hogwarts, infiltrated the school, and tried to get the philosopher's stone hidden inside ... Finally, Harry Potter and his friends stopped him ... The philosopher's stone was also destroyed ."

"More than a year ago, Peter Pettigrew, the war hero who was considered dead reappeared, along with a Death Eater - later proved to be Crouch Jr. - they were ordered to infiltrate the school, but before they could initiate the plot, they were discovered by Harry Potter and his friends, and the battle broke out at the edge of the Forbidden Forest; Fortunately, Sirius Black the person who was considered to be a loyal servant of Voldemort at the time was there along with two school professors, so together they rescued Harry Potter and his friends ..."

"Unfortunately, they almost died at the hands of an out-of-control Dementor," Dumbledore said sternly, Fudge's eyes flinched, and Umbridge even hid her head behind her papers. "Peter Pettigrew died that night, by Dementor's kiss ... before he died, he suddenly repented and admitted that he was the traitor who betrayed the Potters in the first place, and he said something along with it."

The conference room became silent, all held their breath and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore softly repeated: "He said: he is coming back, the man whose name can not even be mentioned is coming back, I have done something wrong, forgive me--"

"What!" Ms. Bones sucked in a breath as she stared incredulously at Fudge, "No one told me about this! You put a hush order on it?"

Fudge stammered, wiping his sweat, and finally he simply yelled, "What do you want me to do?! To impose total quarantine on the basis of a single statement that nobody believes?! To destroy the peace we've worked so hard to build over the years?!"

"Peace never should be faked." Felix smiled as he finally thought things through.

Azkaban, the Dark Wizard, the Death Eaters ... Voldemort, the Resurrection ... to add Dumbledore.

All this pieced together into a guess, if Dumbledore had repeatedly given Voldemort deadly wounds, if Voldemort had been extremely weak and had to use the help of others, his options would be extremely limited.

He needs a Death Eater, who is fanatically loyal to Voldemort and agrees with his philosophy. Only they can gain Voldemort's limited trust and get the honour of helping the "Great Dark Lord" to deal with his wounds and even organize the resurrection ceremony.

If such a person is free after the war, it is impossible for him not to do something for more than a decade, so he must be locked up in Azkaban.

Will they know more things like - Horcruxes for example?

Well, certainly not. Voldemort is extremely selfish and would not tolerate the secret of the Horcrux being known, even if they are loyal servants who would give their lives for him. He probably would have used some kind of spell to keep the secret, an Obliviate or a Concealment Charms would have served the purpose ...

Fudge glared at Felix, the expression on his face remained stubborn.

"By the end of this year, the omens became more obvious," Dumbledore said, "There were several disappearances, Bertha Jorkins disappeared without a trace in Voldemort's last hiding place, and after that, a Muggle disappeared; His name is Frank Bryce, and he lives in the village where Voldemort's father was born. I read it in the newspaper, do you remember? I'm still reading Muggle newspapers ... and Crouch, if he wasn't rescued, it could have been another disappearance."

"Dumbledore, these things you say are also speculation, maybe just coincidence!"

"I have a witness." Dumbledore said in a quiet voice.

Fudge looked at him quickly, almost twisting his neck at the speed; the others also looked at Dumbledore, and Fudge muttered, "You don't want to say it's Barty Crouch, his testimony is not credible--"

"What about his house-elf?" Dumbledore asked courteously, simultaneously waving his wand, and the figures of Winky and Dobby appeared abruptly in the room.

Winky's expression looked a little bewildered, but Dobby adapted to the scene quickly, so he grabbed Winky's hand and the two of them bowed deeply, saying acutely, "Greetings, wizard gentlemen."

Everyone stared at them - not because of Dumbledore's magic, but because they both dressed in elaborate miniature clothes. What this meant is perfectly clear to them.

These two are free elves.

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Amelia Bones showed a surprised expression, the monocle on her face was about to slip off, so she took it off and wiped the lenses.

"Dumbledore, if I'm not mistaken, neither of them has a master ..."

Winky who had been standing in place with a blank expression until then, suddenly exclaimed in a sharp voice: "No - Winky belongs to the Crouch family! Winky has her own master! His name is Barty Crouch-"

"Not at all!" Dobby retorted, "Wizards, Mr. Barty Crouch gave Winky freedom! Dobby saw it with Dobby's eyes!" Winky closed her eyes and shouted at the top of her lungs, "No! No! No!" Dobby shouted in an even louder voice, "Now Winky is a free elf, just like Dobby!" He puffed out his chest with pride, making the wizards around him stare blankly.

Never before they had seen such a strange elf, no, some had - in the 'Future World' company, and they turned their heads towards Felix.

Felix said calmly, "Dobby used to serve some big family, then he was freed, and I gave him a job," he said emphatically, "just a job."

"I've heard that 'Future World' Inc. has a bunch of quirky house-elves." A wizard muttered.

Winky continued to scream when Fudge interrupted her nonchalantly, "Elf! Your name is Winky? A former house-elf of Barty Crouch?"

"No... no... no..." Winky continued to cry, and she started to roll around on the floor, with Tears and snot poured out of her face, and Dobby tried to pull her up, but he undoubtedly failed, he stood in front of Winky and waved his slim arms helplessly, "Yes! Her name is Winky, my name is Dobby."

"Dumbledore, you want them to testify? House-elves cannot be trusted--"

"I don't think so," Dumbledore said with a smile, "as you can see by the clothes they wear, their will is entirely their own, and there is no need to worry that they will be bound by a magical contract that cannot be broken."

Fudge stared at Winky, who still rolled on the floor, "Are you sure? She's no different from any other house-elf, except for the extra piece of clothes."

"Dobby, you can start by telling us what happened that night," Felix said, "limited to what you saw at Crouch's old mansion."

"Oh, certainly! Dobby would love to!" Dobby quickly went over the events of that night, mentioning only the grim voice and Crouch's perverse behaviour, but those present bought most of it, or at least they almost confirmed that Crouch was indeed being controlled and that it was not by Crouch Jr. - who was at Hogwarts at that time.

While Dobby was talking, Winky gradually quieted down and whimpered.

"He didn't mention that person." Amelia Bones said, glancing quickly at the file before looking up and asking.

"Dobby is an outsider who had absolutely nothing to do with the whole incident if it wasn't for the purpose of inviting his friends to join him for Christmas," Felix said, "and as for more information-" He looked at the elf sitting on the floor and said gently, "Winky, your testimony is very valuable, at least to prove that Mr. Barty Crouch is not an evil lunatic."

"The master is not a lunatic!" Winky shouted hoarsely, " The master was under a dreadful spell!"

"So - Winky? Is that your name? Can you be specific?" Amelia Bones asked. "If the truth is something else, I might consider re-arraigning Barty Crouch."

"Will Master be freed?" Winky asked excitedly, as she finally stopped freaking out.

"No way!" Fudge shouted, "Impossible." He said it again, and Ms. Bones gave him a reproachful look and turned to Winky, "An acquittal ... is unlikely, but we will reconsider his sentence, you must know that he is supposed to be sentenced to life."

Winky's eyes shone with a hopeful light, " Winky ... Winky is willing to testify."

"A year ago ... master was still at work when a man broke in, he subdued me and freed young master Barty-"

"Who was that man?" Mrs. Bones asked seriously.

"It is a man named 'Peter', who can turn into a mouse, which Winky once witnessed!" Winky exclaimed dramatically as the wizards in the room exchanged glances and someone whispered, "Peter Pettigrew." Winky continued to describe his appearance, "short, fat, somewhat bald ... with small eyes ..." She stole a glance at Fudge and whispered. "A little like this Lord Wizard."

Fudge's chest rose and fell violently, like an old bellow that would explode soon.

"Short, fat ... and somewhat bald ..." Ms. Bones repeated with a stifled smile, her wand outlining a man in the air, " Is that him?" The portrait in midair is none other than Peter Pettigrew.

"It's him!" Winky confirmed, and mentioned an important piece of information, "He was carrying an ugly baby, and called that baby his Master!"

A loud gasp rang out in the conference room.

"Are you sure it was a baby?" Ms. Bones asked gravely.

"Ye-es!" Winky stammered, not daring to look at her, "It was a very, very ... very ugly baby!"

" When Master returned in the evening, Young Master Barty who had long since acquired his wand, hid under the invisibility cloak and sneaked up on when Master pulled up his clothes--" Winky gasped in agony, "Oh, Barty that bad boy, he brought back a rotten friend!"

"We know that, and after that?"

"After that, after that the Master ... was controlled, and went to work as usual, and Winky felt it was no problem, for Lord's sake!" Winky let out a sad cry, tears fell like beans, " Winky also took care of them, cooked for them ..."

"It could be a Confundus Charm." Felix said.

"Later, they inadvertently mentioned that they are going to sneak up on someone to enter the school in his place and complete some dangerous mission-"

"What kind of mission?"

Winky's eyes widened. "Winky dunno! While they were discussing things, Winky was ordered to go back to Winky's place, and Winky is a good little elf who follows orders, Winky is a very, very good little elf!"

"Good, we can guess who it is in general, Alastor was unlucky. Keep going, what else do you know?"

"The man named Peter disappeared and was said to have been captured. After that young master Barty also left and only came back once in ten days, Winky was in charge of taking care of that baby, Winky ..." she suddenly showed a horrified expression, "Winky sometimes saw that baby tormenting the master! Winky just watched it! Oh, my Lord!"

She covered her face as teardrops flowed through her fingers.

" That's it." Felix said, gesturing toward Dobby, who nodded and departed with a "poof", pulling Winky with him.

The office became overwhelmed with an oppressive silence.

"You should have let her finish her sentence." Amelia Bones looked at Felix with displeasure and said.

"Everything that needs to be said has been said, and if you wanted to hear someone's name or the whole plan, unfortunately, as you heard, she has limited knowledge. In fact, you did have a chance once, and that would be Peter Pettigrew ... who, not coincidentally, had his soul sucked out by a Dementor."

Fudge stared at him and said, word by word, "That little elf, she-was-under-a-spell-too."

"We can't pretend it didn't happen," Felix said, "It was supposed to be a Confundus Charm, and Voldemort seemed to have underestimated the house-elf, thinking that a Confundus Charm would be enough, or maybe she was meant to be disposed of in the end and wasn't worth the effort. But all in all, Winky has not had her memory tampered with, and that's something you always can examine by St. Mungo's healers if there's any disagreement."

Fudge froze for a moment and suddenly threw a temper tantrum, "Again another flimsy evidence! All of it! I don't know what the point of our discussion today is!"

"Cornelius," Dumbledore said somewhat wearily, "I raise this issue not to prove anything, or subvert anything, but to remind something. We have discussed this matter privately, but you - for some reason, refused to believe the evidence available, you should know how much we lost in the last war, do you want to go through another war where we were caught off guard?"

"I - you - are not - " Fudge's jaw dropped.

"A key question is, do you know exactly what you're dealing with, Minister Fudge?" Felix asked in a soft tone.

"You are - what - mean?" Fudge's face turned to the colour of a pig's liver.

"We might as well make a hypothesis." Felix tilted his head in the direction of Amelia Bones with interest in a manner that explored the matter, "And have Ms. Bones, and those present, to bear witness-"

Ms. Bones fiddled with her monocle to give herself a better view of Felix.

"We've heard two polar opposite views today, at odds with each other, but time will tell who is right. Just there's... a question we need to ask ourselves if war does happen, does someone need to be held accountable for it-"

"What a load of bollocks!" Fudge shouted, "Do you know what you're talking about? Accusing a Minister of Magic, who instructed you to do that?" He looked at Felix menacingly, his eyes moving between him and Dumbledore.

"Still, Minister Fudge ... I know exactly what I'm talking about, but you don't seem to understand what you're dealing with." Felix smiled, "The above is just hypothetical, discussing a possibility for the future, isn't it?"

"And I really don't have the ability to get a serving Minister of Magic to step down, or to be punished." He said dismissively, Fudge is about to die of anger now, no one has ever threatened him so blatantly, and yes, he took Felix's words as a naked threat.

"... But everyone is responsible for what he says and does, especially those in power." Felix said, "Therefore, I would ask everyone here to keep in mind the views of both sides of today's debate, and you may well keep your thoughts to yourselves, and when everything comes to light, you will naturally know who to support, as well as, who to oppose."

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The meeting ended unhappily.

Fudge ultimately resorted to delaying tactics, agreeing to investigate against the leads he already had, but Felix had no doubt that he would throw out the promises made once the meeting had ended.

"You spoke too bluntly, Fudge may not be able to bear it." Dumbledore said outside the Ministry of Magic.

"Yeah, he's only capable of thinking with an ounce in his head," Felix said sarcastically. "What do you think of Ms. Bones?"

Dumbledore's keen blue eyes looked up at him.

"Can you imagine," Felix looked at the far corner where there is a mobile ice cream truck, "how obstructive our Minister will be if the war ever breaks out, I don't want to face the threat of both Voldemort and the Ministry of Magic at once, it's necessary to take care of one side first while there's time. "

"Felix, your idea is dangerous." Dumbledore disapproved of his idea. In fact, this statement is considered light.

"Just early planning," Felix shrugged, he changed the subject, "If war does break out, Fudge would no longer have the luxury of staying in that position, and he would resign voluntarily leaving a mess behind."

His idea is simple, if Fudge is not reliable, then someone else will step in, Amelia Bones looks good, and she is already one of the people closest to that position.

Felix mulled it over and returned to the Ministry of Magic. In a way, the meeting was a public rift between Fudge and Dumbledore that had awoken some people to be wary, especially Amelia Bones, a woman Felix found to be a crucial figure.

She controls ninety percent of the Ministry of Magic's force, with Aurors, Hit Wizard, and Magical Law Enforcement Squads working under her alone, and she has the right to ask questions about every combat unit and operation, including Dementors who are not directly under her command.

'Sirius seems to know her?' Felix recalled.

In the afternoon, the Aurors practiced the Rune on the grounds, Their learning progress is actually faster than the young wizards in the school, and Felix had hasn't been idle during these two weeks, as he collected a lot of data that could be used in future teaching.

On the training ground, Felix sat in the corner, fiddling with a long red nail, and Tonks came over with interest, "Is this some kind of new product? What does it do, change colour?"

Felix smiled and put away the nail that belonged to Rita Skeeter. "It's a lot more powerful than you'd think, I hope I don't get a chance to use it."

"Could it be some kind of weapon?" Tonks clearly didn't believe him. She looked over at the field, "Kingsley is about to succeed."

Kingsley held his wand in one hand and outlined the Flow Rune with the other hand, as a light green magical barrier appeared with difficulty, forming what looked like a flowing curtain of water.

"Do you need my help?" Derris called out from afar.

At this point, the people around them gathered around and watched the manoeuvre. Derris waved his wand violently, several spells hit the Runic Shield Charm, and the surface of the water curtain rippled with a beautiful ring of ripples, "then try this!" Derris's wand slashed, as the bright red rune flickered to form a blazing fireball, the fireball glided through the air and blew the premature barrier to smithereens.

Kingsley took a few steps back to stand firm. A chorus of applause rang out around them.

"My mission is almost complete, and there are only two more days before Hogwarts starts." Felix said musingly.

"You can stay as long as you wish," Tonks said, "and drop by whenever you want, Scrimgeour stated that you'll keep your advisor title."

"Staying any longer would be an eyesore," Felix said with a smile, he took out his communication mirror and flicked it a few times, as a mellow voice came from across the mirror, "Felix?"

"Remus, it's me." Felix said calmly, "The company may encounter some obstacles recently, temporarily stop the expansion for now."

"What's happened?" Lupin asked a little nervously, and Tonks listened quietly with wide eyes.

"It's just a precaution to be on guard in advance." Felix said vaguely, "If the company is affected, let me know in time, don't hold back, I will help you solve it."

"So? ..." Lupin said from behind the voice communication mirror, "I have long been prepared for this, it is a perfect opportunity to use this time for staff training."

"I can help." Tonks suddenly said.

Felix looked at her.

"I can help," Tonks repeated, and Lupin asked in surprise from the mirror, "Dora?" "It's me." Tonks said with a smirk, and she pointed at the communication mirror which Felix kindly handed to her.

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Hogwarts, Ancient Rune Office.

Niffler Valen woke up from her basket bed, today is her tenth day of living alone, although the Great Demon Lord asked Hermione to take care of her before he left, but she preferred to sleep in her own comfortable bed.

It's nice to be unsupervised!

"Kee!"

Valen spent a lot of time rearranging her collection, then climbed merrily on the couch and looked through the "The Tales of Beedle the Bard ". she had finished reading the book "The Strange Adventures of the Little Wizard Mick", so Felix gave Valen the fairy tale book that he had previously brought over as teaching material for her reading practice.

Of course, it's intended to be a gift to Valen after she could read and write.

Valen especially liked the picture on the top, she yawned and read the story The Fountain of Fair Fortune: It's about a group of three witches and an unlucky knight looking for a spring that can give good fortune, for that they need to overcome three challenges. The first challenge is a monstrous white worm that is bloated and blind in the middle of the path. The knight's sword does not work on it, and the only way to make the worm go away is by showing the "proof of your pain".

Why they didn't go around? Or drill a passage? They probably don't have a Niffler friend, Valen thought, oh, that's too bad.

She continued reading, the first witch who is terminally ill watched the time pass and shedded tears of despair, then the monstrous white worm gave them the way; Valen's mouth opened in surprise.

The second challenge lies on an enchanted hill, where they have to pay "fruit of their labours" to climb over the hill. They tried, again and again, to climb up the hill but their efforts were fruitless, the time passed, only the second witch still insisting on climbing up, her forehead permeated with crystal sweat, after that they were able to climb up.

Valen looked flabbergasted. Isn't the fruit of labour money? It is very joyful to sweat for some golden galleons, just like how the Great Demon Lord would give her a reward when she recognizes a word.

The third challenge is the stream that circulates around the top of the mountain, and the condition required to cross it is to offer it a "the treasure of your past" in exchange; the unlucky knight was unwilling, so he took out his shield to use as a boat, which made Valen very happy, as she dipped a cracker into the jam and enjoyed a leisurely afternoon.

The knight in the story undoubtedly failed, although he was certainly magnanimous enough. But in the end, it was the third witch who came up with the plan. She had originally been abandoned by her beloved, and the purpose of her trip is to use the fountain of fair fortune to ease her pain and longing, so she drew out the memories she treasured in her mind - the time she spent with her cold-hearted lover - and threw them all into the river, then several stepping stones appeared in the water, letting the group cross to the fountain.

Finally, they reached the Fountain of Fair Fortune.

When it came time to decide to whom the Fountain of Fair Fortune belonged, the unlucky knight forfeited first, leaving only three witches. At this point, the first witch, who suffered an incurable malady, fell ill and dying because of the hard journey. They wanted to carry her into the Fountain of Fair Fortune, but she was in too much pain, so she pleaded them not to move her.

The second witch discovered that the surrounding herbs had magical powers, she picked them, and with the help of the knight she prepared a potion and fed it to the suffering witch, and something magical happened, she actually healed! She no longer needed the Fountain of Fair Fortune.

The second witch also refused the temptation of the spring, originally her belongings and wand were stolen by a vile thief, she hoped that the Fountain of Fair Fortune would save her from poverty and weakness, but now she doesn't need it anymore - she persevered to the end in the second challenge that means she is no longer weak, and she has collected many precious herbs that will enable her to regain her wealth.

As for the third witch, she also did not need the Fountain of Fair Fortune anymore, she let go of her obsession with the past in the third challenge, and no longer got trapped by love.

Finally, the three witches agreed to let the unlucky knight soak in the Fountain of Fair Fortune as a reward for his chivalrous deeds. The unlucky knight did so, and when he came out of the spring, he thought he had washed away the bad luck that had been haunting him, and he finally gained the courage to express his feelings - he fell in love with the third witch.

At the end of the story, the unlucky knight and the third witch got married, and - because of the solidarity along the way - the four decided to break down the barriers between wizards and muggles and live together. They live happily for a long time, and until the time of his death, the Unlucky Knight firmly believed that it was the Fountain of Fair Fortune that changed his destiny, but he actually did not know that although the magical garden where the Fountain is located overflows with magic, the Fountain itself is not magical at all.

But why? Valen couldn't figure it out. At that moment, a knock heard at the door. Her eyes widened, and she opened the door impatiently, and Hermione stood outside the door. She smiled and picked up Valen, "Let's go and eat delicious food."

Hermione took Valen to the great hall for a meal and then to the common room to play chess and cards with her, but Valen remained unenthusiastic.

"What's wrong with you, Valen? Feeling sick?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Valen shook her head, and in the evening when they walked in the direction of the Ancient Rune office, Valen's nose twitched suddenly, and her black eyes brightened all at once. She struggled and jumped out of Hermione's arms, as she bounced her way through the corridor.

"Valen!" Hermione shouted and ran after her, following close behind.

They reached the grand staircase and descended two levels, then Valen leaped from the corner, Hermione panicked, but Valen didn't fall down, as a pair of arms caught her.

"Oh, Valen, did you miss me?" Felix asked with a smile.

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"Kiki! (The smell of ice cream!)" Valen tilted her head and looked at Felix, her two little hands clutching his shirt.

Felix laughed. "You've got a good nose." He said, stroking her head with one hand, and in her expectant eyes, the ring on his finger flashed brightly and an ice cream suddenly appeared.

"Whaaaaaaaaat!"

"I have more," Felix said, "I bought it on the way back." He waved his hand again, and two more ice creams floated in the air.

He handed one to Hermione. "Oh, thanks." Hermione said.

They walked in the direction of the ancient rune office, Hermione take a small bite of the crushed nuts on top of the ice cream - very different from the flavours served at the Hogwarts table.

"How are you preparing for the third task?" Felix asked, biting the chocolate over the ice cream as it crunched.

"We're progressing well - we've been practicing with Cedric, Collins, and Roger, although Harry seems a bit - well, but anyway, we're progressing rapidly, and I can't believe Collins hasn't mastered the Apparition yet. You know, she's in her seventh year!"

Hermione chattered, "We all bet on which of the two - Ron or Collins - would master the Apparition first, and Professor, we told them the secret about the Room of Requirement." She glanced carefully at Felix.

"That's fine." Felix said, "In fact, throughout the years there are more than a few people who know about it, but only a few have been able to dig out its true hidden mysteries."

Hermione looked relieved. "And the Phantom Book you gave Harry, which was Harry's prize in the dueling tournament ... Harry took it out too, but after a year or so, the magic on it is a bit unresponsive." She did not mention how Professor Hap's face in the book became blurred, she did try to fix it, but the result was minimal.

Felix smiled as he listened and opened the door to his office.

"Mr. Wimple from the Committee on Experimental Charms came to the school two days ago, he dropped by to review the runic spells we had discovered, everyone was curious about the horns growing on his head, but he said things are much better ... Harry, Ron, er," she pursed her lips "And Malfoy, they all together discovered the Bright Fire-Making Spell which seems to have a restraining effect on dark creatures, Mr. Wimple is going to test it on many creatures, if it works well enough, he will apply to the Ministry of Magic for a reward, and possibly invite Harry and the guys to join the Dark Force Defence League."

"I didn't expect such an effect." Felix slightly got surprised.

"And ... uh," Hermione hesitated. "What's wrong?" Felix asked, only to be taken aback by Hermione's answer. "Harry's having those nightmares again."

"Something to do with Voldemort?"

"It sho-ould be ..." Hermione stammered, "Harry wasn't sure, he was asleep and vaguely dreamed of Crouch Jr. plotting with V-Voldemort, and Harry went into Voldemort's point of view once again, and he said he saw Crouch Jr. kneeling at his feet ... After that, Harry woke up as his Occlumency worked."

In fact, Harry was quite remorseful about it, his Occlumency seemed to have backfired on him in this case, keeping him from getting more useful information.

Felix's face looked solemn. He realized something, "Does Dumbledore know about this?"

"Yes," Hermione busily nodded, "Harry had a burning scar on his forehead, Ron took him to the hospital wing, and Headmaster Dumbledore showed up not long after."

Felix nodded, he vaguely guessed why Dumbledore chose to suddenly reveal the truth at the meeting in Wizengamot, even at the expense of having a public confrontation with Fudge, because the pace of Voldemort's resurrection continued to grow closer and closer, and the wizarding community still knew nothing about it ...

Lucius Malfoy did not find anything different. This is normal, the Horcrux is obviously more closely linked to Voldemort than the Dark Mark, Harry can detect Voldemort's violent mood swings, but it did not mean that the Death Eaters can do the same thing with the Dark Mark.

What Felix wanted, in fact, is for him to find out about Voldemort's resurrection in the first place, as well as to be aware of the subsequent Death Eaters' plan of action.

When he looked back at Hermione who is staring at him, her expression became sluggish as she said, "Professor if Voldemort is really resurrected, in addition to Headmaster Dumbledore, is there anyone else who can fight against him?"

Felix laughed, "Are you asking if I am his opponent?" Her question seemed to be the same thing he asked Dumbledore back then.

Hermione looked at him with a wry expression as he caught her little thought.

"Well, it's hard to say, I've never truly fought Voldemort before," Felix shrugged his shoulders and said uncertainly, "I guess there is some difference." He judged it based on Dumbledore's strength, Dumbledore has obviously undergone the transformation process towards a "magical being" as Ms. Ravenclaw claimed, but probably because of age, or other reasons, his shape is slightly declining.

And Voldemort can fight with Dumbledore in this state, but only slightly inferior, which almost indicates that they stand on the same level, the gap is not very obvious.

And he ...

Hermione looked strangely at Professor Hap as he stared at his arm in deep thought, somewhat puzzling. But she at least heard the professor's answer, her heart somewhat lost, the professor is so powerful, but still not Voldemort's opponent.

She left the ancient rune office and returned to the common room, where Harry and Ron are using the last bit of time to catch up on their assignments. Hermione sat down with a heavy heart and said carefully to the two: "I asked the professor."

The unspoken words caused Harry to jerk his head up and fumble his hands, knocking over a bottle of ink, "Hey - it's okay, never mind," he drew his wand and pointed to the shards on the floor, "Reparo." The pieces immediately put together.

Then he and Ron stared at Hermione, "What did the professor say?"

Hermione repeated Felix's words to them, and Harry's expression looked shaken.

"It's actually quite normal when you think about it," Ron said, "Professor Hap is only, only - well - in his mid-twenties."

"Twenty-four years old." Hermione instantly said.

"Exactly, yeah." Ron said as if he already knew, "He's still so young, I mean - he's a genius, but even a genius needs time to grow up, no? Honestly, I can't think of a stronger wizard than him, except for Dumbledore. Ever since the Quidditch World Cup, Dad's been saying that he could possibly succeed Dumbledore."

"You mean Professor Hap will become Headmaster of Hogwarts?" Harry asked in surprise, he had never thought about it, but when he thought about it now, the possibilities are very high. He stared, imagining the scene - decades later, silver-haired, silver-bearded Professor Hap (somewhat similar to Dumbledore's image, except with a normal nose) welcoming the new students in the great hall, and wondered what the professor would say in his welcoming speech.

"No," Ron interrupted his imagination, "Dad said he might become the strongest wizard in the world after Dumbledore."

Harry suddenly felt a sense of relief, with Dumbledore - plus Professor Hap, even if Voldemort resurrected he could not make any storm, right? But Dumbledore's repeated reaffirmation about his dream in the hospital wing last night still cast a psychological shadow on him.

Hermione sat on the armchair with her knees in her arms and remained silent for almost ten minutes.

"You guys," she slowly asked in a very soft voice: "V-Voldemort ... is there a possibility that he has been resurrected?"

...

"I suspected as much, Felix." Dumbledore in his pyjamas, his long silver beard tied together, "Do not rule out the possibility."

"Is he really in that much of a hurry?" Felix frowned, " He doesn't need Harry anymore?"

"Maybe we all guessed it incorrectly before, Harry is not the key to his resurrection," Dumbledore said softly. "Or not essential - as you speculated before, it is possible that Voldemort knew that Harry had a piece of his soul in his body, and he intended to retrieve this soul fragment at the time of his resurrection, for which Crouch Jr. came ... But obviously, he failed."

"And do not rule out other possibilities." Felix said.

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded slightly, he sighed: "I know some of the evillest dark magic, to be precise, magic that is classified as a curse, they all require the use of the enemy's blood, I have speculated that Voldemort's target is the blood flowing in Harry's body, Lily's protection magic may have a unique appeal to him. But--"

"But we interrupted his plans," Felix added. His mind ran fast, trying to deduce Voldemort's thoughts from his point of view: " Crouch Jr. and Voldemort's lucky escape must have been fresh in his mind, Voldemort assumed that no one would know if he hid in the shadows, so he naturally had the patience to wait and arrange his resurrection plan calmly ... but his sense of security was shattered that night - once he deemed that there is little to no hope of obtaining Harry, he is likely to immediately proceed with the resurrection in order to avoid a long delay and the loss of his only helper, Crouch Jr!"

"Before the resurrection, he may have had Harry in his eyes, but after the resurrection - if that is indeed the case - his vision will envelop the entire wizarding world." Felix paced around Dumbledore's circular office, his thoughts becoming clearer, "No more summoning servants, no more contacting allies, Albus, he will plan to strike a fatal blow!"

"That's what I'm most worried about." Dumbledore's expression turned grim as he gazed at Felix, the wrinkles on his face looked very deep in the light, he looked old and weary.

...

"This is impossible!" Ron shouted in shock.

"Why is it impossible?" Hermione asked him back in a sharp voice.

"He lacks the conditions for resurrection!" Ron blurted out, looking uneasily at Harry and Hermione, "You know, he sent Crouch Jr. to school, and pretty much the only thing Crouch Jr. has done all this time was dropping our names into the Goblet of Fire. But we all know who his real target is. It's Harry, isn't it?"

Harry felt his stomach flip, he strongly disliked the question Hermione had asked, but he had no evidence to refute it. Even deep down he vaguely agreed with the idea: yes, Voldemort had a brilliant helper, and it is nearly four whole months since Crouch Jr. escaped on Christmas night, so it is unlikely that he did nothing till now...

But Ron's idea is not without justification, Harry thought. Voldemort allowed Crouch Jr. to infiltrate the school, so there must be a bigger goal, although he hates to admit it, but Harry knew their goal should be him, he originally thought Voldemort wanted to torture him, but he should not be that stupid.

It's not too late to do that after the resurrection, no? Harry did not feel that torturing him is more important in Voldemort's mind than resurrection. Unless his mind is messed up in the process of repeatedly cutting souls and making Horcruxes crazily.

"Dumbledore will fix everything," Ron said with unease, as he looked at a silent Harry and Hermione, "we should better think about the third task, I've almost managed to master Apparition and succeeded several times today in the Room of Requirement. Collins almost died of frustration, her eyebrows have dropped ... all at once"

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After the Easter holiday, the weather became more and more pleasant with each passing day, and the view of the Forbidden Forest from the castle's high point showed a very pleasant green landscape, and the Black Lake regained its vibrancy; at weekends, students gathered in the grass and green willows by the lake to enjoy the warm sunshine.

Of course, this kind of relaxation only belongs to students who have finished their assignments.

"I've had enough! We're only in fourth grade, why do we have to do so many assignments?" Seamus complained loudly, "Professor McGonagall mistaken us for an upper grade, didn't she?"

"No," Dean said glumly, "She also mentioned in her last class that she should have moved the fifth-grade Careers Advice to fourth grade, so we'd be more motivated to study."

"Oh ..." Seamus let out a strangled cry, "Give me a break." He said disgruntled, "We still have three full years to graduate."

"It, uh, actually the professor is doing this for our own good," said Neville, swallowing hard, "Don't forget from next year the school is going to implement new assessments for fifth and seventh grade, fifth grade will have to master Side-Along Apparition and seventh grade will have to master Apparition-- -"

"What if we can't pass?" Seamus asked uneasily.

"Naturally, we'll need to work through the Christmas holidays, the Easter holidays, and the period after the annual exams." Dean counted on his fingers, and Seamus' face changed, but Dean kept on adding, "Also, the professors are still debating about adding the Disarming Charm and Shield Charm in other grades, but it's not confirmed yet."

Seamus breathed a sigh of relief as he had mastered these two spells. He thought for a moment and asked, "Harry hasn't organized a dueling self-study group for a while, right?"

"Yeah," Dean said, "There's no choice, they're preparing for a third task. Honestly, they've already widened the gap between us, and Ron even mastered Apparition."

...

While the sun shone brightly and the water glistened at Black Lake, Classroom Seven is a different story.

The sound of sharp blades sliding through the shrubs rang out in the deep forbidden forest, and Ron walked cautiously forward, occasionally tripping over the twisted roots of trees on the ground. The touch of the leaves beneath his feet is so real that he had long forgotten that it is all an illusion, and his nerves tightened to the breaking point.

A rustling sound sounded behind him - Ron turned around keenly, "Impedimenta!" He shouted, and the spell pinned the unexpected Acromantula in place as Ron turned and scurried away.

"You should have used the Arania Exumai." Felix's memory body floated in midair and said, at that moment, Ron is hiding behind a large tree, cautiously looking around, so he ended up surprised.

"I know," Ron muttered, "you might as well tell me where Harry and Hermione are."

"Oh, you mean that, they're in the other direction." Felix's memory body pointed him in a direction.

Ron gave a suspicious expression, "You're not trying to trick me, right?"

"I'm a professor." The memory body chuckled snidely as he hugged his shoulders.

"Just a memory body," Ron muttered in a small voice, "Okay, I will trust you once more."

Ten minutes later.

"Ahhhhhhhh-"

Ron stumbled out of the mist, followed by a group of giant Acromantula the size of a wagon, and he kept casting Arania Exumai behind him, shouting in aggravation as he ran, "You lied to me!"

"I didn't, look ahead." The memory body said with a smile.

Ron looked up in the middle of his busy journey and saw a hazy light in front of him, his heart rose with hope, the "click-click-click" sound behind him was not terrifying anymore, and a surge of strength emerged from his body, supporting him to run through the last stretch of the path, he finally saw Harry -

Harry is leaning against a tree, standing on a raised black rock, constantly chanting spells in all directions, a white flame - it is a bright rune fire-making spell - forming a circular ring of flame around Harry to help him ward off the approaching Acromantula.

"Yes." Ron slapped his head as the Bright Rune and Fire-Making Spell combined in his hand to form a wave of flames, as he shouted, "Harry, I'm here--" Harry looked back and chanted a spell in his direction, and the Arania Exumai spell knocked away the Acromantula that followed him.

Ron rolled and crawled up on the black rock.

"You did find a good place." Ron said as he calmed down and began to help Harry check out the gaps using the Arania Exumai spell.

"The best place is up there." Harry said sullenly.

"Hey, Ron." Hermione's voice sounded above their heads, and Ron looked up to see Hermione sitting in the branches of the large tree behind them with a cheeky smile on her face. It dawned on him - the white flames are under Hermione's control.

"Why did you climb the tree, it is not conducive to escape." Ron said.

"Oh, I've managed to practice Banishing Charm pretty well, so it's just right timing to practice the spell you guys discovered-" Hermione said, standing high up with her hand on her forehead as she gazed far away, "I seem to see Collins and the group, taking on a big guy. Let's get a grip!"

She cancelled the spell, and the tip of her wand deftly released a red light, Harry and Ron also followed suit to use the stunning spell, and soon the big spiders stacked on top of each other.

Hermione used a shock absorption spell and landed smoothly. Then they went in the direction Hermione just pointed out, encountering a variety of magical creatures along the way, "Wow!" After using a Freezing Charm to freeze a bunch of pixies, Ron marvelled, "I'm liking this place more and more."

Harry grinned, that is true, if it is just a boring magic practice session, he absolutely will not be able to bear that. The time he made the most progress - besides Professor Hap's high-intensity training and Sirius's dueling games - is when he is in classroom seven.

As they made their way forward, midway through the journey, they saw a leisurely strolling Erumpent, a large rhinoceros-like beast with a thick gray hide that could defend against common spells, and their horns are not only sharp, they can also inject a liquid that explodes; the trio immediately hid behind a rock.

" Oops, need to go away." Ron whispered, while staring at the small fellow next to the large Erumpent - it should be a cub, far more lively than the adult Erumpent, it is constantly kicking and stomping a sales stand.

After a few minutes of staring, the mother Erumpent walked away with the young one, then they came out from behind the rock and picked a refreshment each at the unmanned sales stand.

"I love the whole idea of this setup." Ron said, slipping two extra butterbeer into his pocket.

"It's fake." Harry reminded him, "It's just a memory that will disappear when we leave the place. And the original intent is to supply the ghosts in the school so the kitchen no longer needs to stock the rotten food."

"I know," Ron shrugged, "but you can't ask for much more than this in classroom seven. I mean, even though Professor Flitwick's memory offers uniquely flavoured fruit punch and fudge after a duel, - well, you'll wonder, are you really a fool who can only swing a stick? After coming out of there every time."

"It's a baboon brandishing a stick." Hermione pursed her lips and smiled.

It took a while, but they managed to find Cedric's team using the Four-Point Spell to locate the direction.

"Need some help?" Harry shouted from a distance.

"That couldn't be better." A voice heard beside their feet, startling them. Harry stared at the grey-green thing in front of him - it is Roger Davies, who is collapsed on the ground. "What happened to you?"

"Apparently, I was poisoned by the manticore's tail hook." Roger Davies said as he slumped on the ground, encircled by a gray-green mist.

Harry and the group looked at each other. Cedric and Collins struggled, the manticore's hide can repel almost all known spells, Cedric constantly used the transfiguration to create chains, trying to entangle its legs, while also avoiding the "swoosh" tail hooks slicing through the air.

Collins released a cloud of black mist, combined with the Conjunctivitis Curse and Slippery Jinx, in an attempt to restrain this extremely dangerous beast.

Harry shot out a powerful Disarming Charm, and a blinding red light struck the manticore, he didn't know if it worked, but he liked this spell, and recently he had been attempting to incorporate runes into it, but it just never worked yet. The manticore took two steps back, then flicked its tail hook and the spell flew past Cedric's hair.

"Nice way to say hello." Cedric said, Harry grinned, and used the Runic Aguamenti Charm on the manticore, "It has little effect-" Cedric was halfway through the sentence when Hermione coordinated it with a Freezing Spell, and the manticore's body quickly froze.

"Are you okay?" Ron just ran over, supporting the wobbly Collins, Collins shook her head and was just about to say something when her eyes suddenly widened.

"Watch out!"

A cold glinting tail hook penetrated through Ron's chest, Ron blinked incredulously, he felt no pain, but the tail hook did penetrate his chest, Harry and Hermione shouted, watching Ron slowly fall ...

Two minutes later, Ron sat on the ground with a steady gray-green mist emanating from his chest - similar to Roger's look earlier - and said bitterly to Collins, "Thanks for the company."

Collins rolled her eyes at him, and she didn't refuse the butterbeer Ron handed her, then they looked together at Cedric, Harry, and Hermione, who are still fighting in the distance.

Hermione used the ancient magic, the golden flame transformed into a burning phoenix, as it swooped down to peck the manticore with its sharp beak, the manticore let out a palpitating grunt from its abdomen and kept yanking away the chains under its feet, its tail hook swinging wildly. But with the cooperation of the three - Harry used an excellent Fogging Spell - the manticore's range of vision lessened even more.

The balance tilted toward victory, and Roger Davies in the distance crawled over to watch the action up close, ready to cheer upon victory, when another manticore emerged from the depths of the forbidden forest, accompanied by a young manticore.

The next scene was disastrous, first Harry was trampled to death by the rampaging mother manticore, then Hermione, and a short minute later, six people sat on the ground in a gray-green mist, watching the swaggering manticore family walking away with their heads held high.

"It's not our blame," Ron reassured them, "that is not a creature we can deal with in the first place, it is classified 5x by the Ministry of Magic and is far more dangerous than the Acromantula colony as a whole."

"I hope the Ministry of Magic judges thinks so too." Roger Davies said. "But, uh, I've heard this thing lives in the Forbidden Forest, deep inside ..."

"That's true," Hermione said, "Hagrid bred the Firetrail Snail out of a manticore."

Cedric and Roger Davies looked crestfallen.

"Don't worry, I don't think the Ministry of Magic will let us face an uncontrolled manticore," Hermione said with certainty, "it's too dangerous, the book says it can kill you with a single sting, without giving you time to heal. The Ministry of Magic will certainly learn from the lessons of previous competitions, such as the one in 1792 ..."

"Is she always like this?" Collins asked Ron in a whisper.

"Oh, uh." Ron shrugged and said with a stiff tongue, "Sounds pretty logical, no?"

No one but Hermione thought so, even though what she said did happen in real history. They took a break and waited until the mist cleared from their bodies and separated; Cedric intending to approach Professor McGonagall's memory to ask about Transfiguration, and Collins more interested in discussing spell coordination with Professor Flitwick's memory.

Harry and the gang stayed in Classroom Seven until late afternoon, when a group of ghosts walked past them.

"Hello, Nick." Harry greeted the Gryffindor ghost, 'Nearly Headless Nick'. "Is it time for dinner?"

The ghost paused, "Yeah, you'd better hurry, or the food will be gone." He said to himself, looking at the tail end of the ghost team, "I need to hurry up too."

"Let's hurry up and head out." Ron said immediately, as he moved ahead in the lead. At that moment, the Nearly Headless Nick pulled him back - through his arm, to be exact - and Ron straightened up and shivered.

"Oh, sorry, we'd better duck and wait for her to pass ...," Nearly Headless Nick said.

"Wait for who--" Ron was about to ask, when Harry and Hermione pulled him from left and right, to hide in the mists. After a couple of seconds, a short, chubby ghost passed them, wearing a pair of thick, peach-coloured glasses that Harry suspected existed to hide the pimples on her face - while she was still alive.

"It's Myrtle!"

"Shh--" Nearly Headless Nick shushed them nervously, holding his transparent finger over his lips, and from Harry's point of view, both Nick in front of him and Myrtle in the distance looked spooky.

Myrtle is a poor ghost, although his few brief moments together were not pleasant, still Harry felt sorry for her.

It is Voldemort's fault again. He stared at Myrtle's distant figure and thought, 'This is the first murder committed by Voldemort, only it was through the eyes of the basilisk.'

Harry's expression dropped heavily, throughout May he tried not to think about whether Voldemort is alive or dead, and fully focused on preparing for the third task, but when he was alone, he could not help but think back about the information about Voldemort. He accidentally saw Hermione's notes, which mentioned Voldemort's childhood - he did not know where Hermione learned it from, and he did not want to ask, probably from Professor Hap.

If Hermione knew that he is interested in these things, she would advise him not to think too much.

But Harry couldn't forget the notes: demonstrated outstanding magical talent before even being enrolled in school; feared by his peers; aloof and cold; and ... one day in 1937, he met a young Dumbledore and was allowed to enter Hogwarts to study.

How Dumbledore did not see through Voldemort's pretence? Harry thought indignantly, if only he just stayed in the orphanage, so many things would be avoided. Wool's Orphanage - that's the name, right? Harry tried his best to remember, thanks to Uncle Vernon who threatened him more than once that he would send him to an orphanage, he is no stranger to the name of the orphanage in Surrey.

But then he thought, Voldemort probably didn't have lived in Surrey, which made him deflated.

At that moment, he suddenly felt like he has fallen into the ice hole - it was Nick who had pulled him back in a hurry, and he backed away quickly as he moved away from the ghost's outstretched arm, "What's wrong?"

"You were almost spotted." Nearly Headless Nick said with an apologetic face as they hid in the fog and listened to his explanation, "Listen to me, the appearance of classroom seven is a boon for all the ghosts, we can taste food again, although it can't be compared to being alive, after all, the taste is limited ... but ... it is already very good ..."

"What does this have to do with Myrtle?" Ron asked in disbelief, quickly poking his head out of the fog, "She's gone."

"You know, as a ghost, she doesn't participate much in group activities ... she's too introverted and hung up on her own death ..." Nearly Headless Nick said, "We had a meeting and the fat friar suggested that we should avoid her when she comes to classroom seven, so she doesn't get too down and stop coming."

"That's very thoughtful of you guys." Ron said with an uncertain tone, he was once scared by Myrtle in his second year and fell straight into the entrance of the chamber, but of course, his story afterward suggested that he had jumped off his own accord.

"Thanks." Nearly Headless Nick said happily, waving goodbye to them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed out the door, still discussing the incident along the way.

"They did the right thing, I mean, classroom seven belongs to Hogwarts and all the ghosts do have the right to go there, don't they?" Hermione said.

"I just think he was wrong about Myrtle's personality," Ron said, "Introvert? She's gutsy in some ways ..." He looked over at Harry, who immediately understood what he meant.

It is rumoured that one of Myrtle's hobbies is to sneak into the Head Boy's washroom and peek at the Head Boy's shower, and Ron had asked Cedric and Roger Davies about this with great interest, and, well, it turned out to be true.

They walked out of Classroom Seven and into the great hall, lucky enough to make it in time for the last bit of the meal when Roger Davies waved at them from across the Hufflepuff table, and Ron suddenly let out a "poof" of laughter, "Ouch - I-i thought of Myrtle--" Harry also laughed, feeling much better.

Hermione looked at them wonderingly. At that moment, a group of owl couriers flew in, and the brown owl landed in front of Hermione with the Sunday Prophet newspaper, which Hermione flipped open and quickly browsed.

"What's the news?" Harry asked.

"Oh, let's see ..." Hermione said with her head down, "I'd actually prefer to see news about the 'future world', but given the previous bad news, no news is the best ... there is it! Rita Skeeter's new book is on sale, it's a biography about Regulus," she said looking up to Harry, "I should get a copy and see what it says."

"When did you become so concerned about her?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Oh, well, how can I put it," Hermione smiled brightly, "I found out that she made some research about what she writes, maybe one-tenth of the truth? You need to pick out the useful stuff."

Harry had to admit that there is some truth in this because the 'Future World' company suddenly was investigated by the Ministry of Magic under the guise of "Misuse of Muggle Artefacts" and "Illegal Modification of Muggle Artefacts", as well as "the potential risk involving exposure of the wizarding world".

They were so desperate that they kept writing to Ron's father, Percy, Remus, and Sirius to ask about the situation, but within a few days the matter disappeared, and instead, Fudge was exposed to have accepted large bribes from several pureblood families.

During that time, news of Fudge clarifying false information and new evidence being broken could often be seen in the same newspaper, and after that, the news about the 'Future World' company became less and less.

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The last week of May, Professor McGonagall Kept them behind after Transfiguration class.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, you'll need to be in the room next to the great hall at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall told them, "Mr. Bagman is going to be there to explain to the Champions about the third task."

Exiting the Transfiguration classroom, they stood in the hallway looking out in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, where a group of ministry staff are walking through the grounds.

"What are they going to do?" Harry asked in wonder, "It looks like they're heading towards the Quidditch pitch."

They lingered for a few minutes as the people made a turn in front of the Quidditch pitch and headed off in the direction of the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The History of Magic class is going to start in ten minutes, so they hurried to the classroom.

When the bell rang, Professor Binns floated in through the wall and lectured in a monotonous voice, as he had for decades.

"Even the food in classroom seven can't save us." Ron said.

Harry looked vexed, he desperately wanted to know what the third task is going to be now, having prepared for so long he felt more confident than he had in the previous two tasks, but his focus had no doubt shifted elsewhere.

Whether should he ask Hermione where she got the information about Voldemort? He couldn't help but think about it, imagine if he knew about the source of the information, he can take advantage of the summer work to investigate. Surely Sirius wouldn't refuse such a request, he would provide a cover for him so that the Ministry of Magic wouldn't be able to determine if he is using magic outside of school ...

Harry looked at his watch, the watch had stopped, he turned his head to ask Ron about the time, Ron's face looked blank, as his head nodded. Harry did not want to disturb Ron's beauty sleep, so he took off his already broken watch and stuffed it into his pocket, his fingertips touched a hard object, and he took it out to find a gray hourglass.

It was exchanged to him by Valen, somehow stashed in the deepest part of his pocket, he has probably forgotten it.

Harry stared at the dark golden sand grit solidified in the hourglass, thinking alone.

He suddenly came up with an idea. Harry felt amazed by this idea, he looked around - no one was looking at him, so Harry quickly took out a parchment, wrote a line on it, and handed it to Hermione who concentrated on taking notes.

This is what made Harry feel impressed, although Hermione also found the history of magic class boring and uninteresting, but she always listened and used the knowledge at the right time. Hermione looked at the parchment that suddenly appeared on the History of Magic textbook, and she puffed out her cheeks in discontent.

Harry gestured with his eyes for her to read the words on it, and Hermione looked down and read the small words on it, " Did you have that discarded Time-turner with you?"

Hermione nodded her head in a small motion and hung her head lower, pulling a thin gold chain from her collar. Harry stared, watching as she placed a gold timepiece on the parchment and gently pushed it to him.

"Thanks." Harry mumbled in a small voice, impatiently picking up the golden timepiece. According to Hermione, an intact time-turner would glow, but the one in front of him looked very old. Its core is an hourglass that is spherical at both ends, with several rings of metal brackets around the outside, and adjustable knobs around the edges.

Harry took a deep breath, held it, and placed the gray hourglass and time-turner together, and was surprised to find that the two hourglasses are nearly identical in size. Exactly the same ... then can it be replaced? He forcefully wriggled the time-turner, trying to remove the hourglass on top, but the hourglass did not move at all.

He was forced to stop, he did not dare to pressure it further. Harry looked up sheepishly, only to meet Hermione's shocked eyes.

"How did you come up with that?"

Hermione asked impatiently as soon as class ended, at which point they had just come out of History of Magic class, and in the last half hour, Hermione had conveniently forgotten about Professor Binns at the podium - "Giants are brutal by nature, and they kill each other in greater numbers than all the other reasons put together ..."-and just kept one eye on the hourglass and broken time-turner in Harry's hand with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I don't know. Just ... a flash of insight?" Harry said with an innocent face, Ron looked at the two somewhat confused.

They finished their meal quickly and walked through the common room door where Fred and George are selling a new product with their good friend Lee Jordan, it is a hat-shaped thing, normally Harry would have padded over to look at it, as twins' products are usually interesting - as long as they don't use it on him.

But today they walked right past the crowd, ignoring the gasps around them, and went straight to the hidden corner. At the gesture of Hermione's eyes, Harry took out the hourglass and the golden time-turner, which he deliberately put together, especially the two different hourglasses.

"Hiss~" Ron sucked in a breath of air. "Shouldn't--"

"Yeah, we thought so too," Hermione said excitedly, "I totally missed it before! Even though they're about the same size ... but ... who would have thought to assemble them together? One from an ancient Greek dark wizard thousands of years ago, and one from the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel who just died."

Ron picked up the gray hourglass and shook it so hard that the dark golden substance inside solidified into a lump and stuck to the glass interior without moving, "Except for one thing," he said, "they're both broken. Hermione, you're wasting your time, you said so personally, that Professor Hap examined it."

"Oh, oh ..." Hermione said perfunctorily, "but Professor Hap shouldn't know that Valen had secretly taken the goblin's hourglass, under the impression that he had told Valen to give everything back. "

Harry's heart pounded, and he suddenly realized that if he could get the golden time-turner fixed, they would have a time-turner that wasn't restricted by the Ministry of Magic, even though he didn't know what he would use it for yet, and Hermione had said a bunch of restrictions before.

But if an accident does happen, like that time at the bridge, if Hermione did not have the time-turner in her hand to find Professor Hap in time that day, one or two of them would likely be dead, or at least Peter Pettigrew would most likely be escaped.

Harry showed extreme concern in this matter, "Let's give it a try! What if it works?"

"The problem is, how are we going to disassemble ... it," Hermione said with a frown.

"Also, we don't have the tools, does Hogsmeade have a store that sells pliers?" Harry asked.

"Don't be silly," Hermione said, "it's more sophisticated than anything you've ever seen, and by no means a pair of pliers or a screwdriver will do the trick ... Let me think," she repeatedly surveyed the broken gold Time-Turner, and muttered to herself for a while: "No ... this is not something we can ever deal with unless ..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless we can get our hands on the research data of the people who worked on this before us." Hermione said decisively.

"What do you mean-" Ron stared at her.

"This broken time-turner once belonged to Nicolas Flamel, and the Professor mentioned that Mr. Nicolas Flamel left quite a few things behind, and I think, well, if the Professor allowed Valen to give away the broken time-turner, then he shouldn't mind if we look through some of the information ..."

"Wouldn't it be better if we went directly to Professor Hap for help?" Ron asked in disbelief as he cautioned, "It's the fastest way."

"Sure," Hermione said with a straight face, "but we have to at least come up with some evidence, don't we?"

...

At 8:30 p.m., they exited the common room and headed downstairs to the great hall. On the way, Ron asked Harry about screwdrivers, and Harry explained first the purpose of screws, and then the different kinds of screwdrivers, "There's a toolbox with tools of all sizes, and they can also unscrew nuts-"

"What's that?" Ron asked in amazement, "Dad would love it, he's collected a chest of knobs and switches."

In the entrance hall, they met the Beauxbatons' Champions and Fleur greeted Harry warmly, leaning down to give him a kiss on each cheek. Ron's face showed a look of anticipation, Hermione grunted in displeasure, and both boys looked giddy.

When he came back to his senses, Harry found himself sitting on the sofa in the room next to the great hall, and the big guy from Uagadou smiled at him innocently, how strange, when did he sit down? He absolutely did not remember his experience of walking through the great hall.

"... My sister Gabrielle will be coming over next month, with mom and dad. A few days before the third task..." Fleur said cheerfully from the sidelines, Harry looked to his left and right, Ron is sitting with him, looking at Fleur with the same fascination, where is Hermione? The next second he saw Hermione, she and Collins sat together.

They waited until close to ten o'clock, when the lights in the castle would usually be out, and Bagman walked in.

He dressed in a pair of yellow strappy pants that looked like an oversized baby outfit, and he looked quite tired, with his short blond hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He steeled himself to hold out his hands and looked at the champions in the room.

"Hello guys!" He said.

"First of all I would like to say good luck to all of you, yes, that's right, the tournament has finally reached the final stage successfully, and I think it is something to celebrate both for you and for me as well." Bagman wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Honestly, I've been exhausted lately, I just communicated with the staff today about the tournament venue, there were so many problems, luckily I had Hagrid to help out with ideas ..." Harry and Ron exchanged a look of horror.

"When the tournament is over, I'll be sure to request a holiday ... Ahem, let's get back to business, the third task-" he winked, "is a maze. The third task is very simple and clear. The trophy for the Tournament is placed at the very top of the maze, and whichever team manages to touch it first will get full points."

"The very top?" Krum asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah," Bagman smoothed his chest strap, "I never said there is only one level in the maze, did I?"

"So we just have to get through the maze?" Fleur asked for confirmation, "Find the right way?"

"Of course not, Miss Delacour," Bagman shook his head, his voice becoming cheerful, "Hagrid provided a whole bunch of creatures ... and some charms that had to be lifted... . Blah, blah, blah, it was a contest of speed. The champion team with the leading score enters the maze first. We'll post the scores of the first two tasks, rules, and order in the entrance hall; it's too late today, so we have to wait till tomorrow ..."

"In addition to this, there is one more thing you need to be reminded of. No attacks on each other will be allowed in the labyrinth - we will oversee the whole process - but trophy grabbing is allowed, of course, only if all members of the same team are not gathered." Bagman looked at the champions who staring straight at him, a smile appeared on his round face, "You will find that the trophy is the door key. When three people from one team touch it at the same time, it will function and take you out of the maze."

The room suddenly became very quiet. Bagman waited a few seconds and tiptoed uneasily, "That's it! Champions!"

...

"I can't believe it! They actually allowed the champions to fight!" Ron said incredulously. As soon as they came out of the room, he commented impatiently.

"It's not fighting, it's trophy grabbing." Harry corrected him without a second thought, he thought it sounded normal, and faintly he felt eager to try.

"But - if we don't attack each other, how do we get the trophy from them?" Ron asked.

Harry hesitated too, "I guess there will be restrictions, like no harmful spells allowed or something ... Bagman said the rules will be posted tomorrow."

"I still think we have to be careful." Ron said.

At this point, Harry noticed that Hermione stayed silent the whole time, so he asked her curiously, "Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, uh," Hermione flustered and smoothed her hair, "remember what Bagman said, the parents of the champions would be invited to watch the tournament, and I haven't mentioned it to my family ... in fact, um. " She looked carefully at Harry and Ron, "I made up some lies. I said in my letter to them that ... there is only one champion from each school, and Hogwarts has two because of the accident ... of course, the other one is not me ... oh dear, I told them The second champion is Harry!"

Harry and Ron opened their mouths wide in surprise.

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"Yeah, I know it sounds stupid," Hermione sighed, "but Mum asks me to send back at least two letters a month, so it's hard for me to come up with a proper excuse, and this is not your divination class assignment- "

"How come I didn't know about this? You've never borrowed Harry's Hedwig or my pig." Ron asked.

"Because I used the school's communal owl - don't interrupt!" Hermione stopped at the common room door, "Well - you know, we're both less famous than Harry's pinky - and I easily found the newsletter that only mentioned Harry's name and sent it home."

Harry's face suddenly flushed with embarrassment.

Ron glared at her and said resentfully, "Thanks for the reminder, your analogy was great."

"The problem is, I don't know what to do now." Hermione said helplessly, "Maybe ask Professor McGonagall to cancel-"

"Don't!" Harry said busily, "You'd better be honest with them, I don't think they'd want to miss such a important event in your life."

Ron agreed with Harry. "Think about it, if they find out that their daughter participated in a dangerous event with an extremely high mortality rate next year from the Flourish Blotts bookshop clerk ... they'll absolutely hunt you down to the ends of the earth, or at least they'll send a Howler."

"Oh, they won't." Hermione said in a relaxed tone, "At best they will threaten me that they will never help me straighten my teeth in my life."

In the portrait at the door, Violet, who had come over as a guest, whispered in the fat lady's ear, "Do Gryffindors always talk like that?"

"I'm just a portrait." The Fat Lady said with a shrug.

"Banana fried dough." Hermione's face flushed slightly, "The password is banana fried dough."

"My favourite." The Fat Lady said with a smile as the portrait moved away in front of them, and as they walked inside they could still hear the Fat Lady talking to her best friend, "Gryffindor students are quite nice, except being a bit of a sideshow ..."

As they entered the common room, Ron said disgruntled, "Is she talking about herself? You guys should really ask how she sings opera like nobody's business, er, better not - she wrote about me in opera too."

Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud. Ron had sneaked into classroom seven to get an invitation card for the reserve champion spot, something that the Fat Lady had written into her new opera.

Fred and George had commented on the song afterward, as they stated that the Fat Lady had the literary tendency to exaggerate the truth - if the main character hadn't been their brother, they would have thought it was an adventure during King Arthur's youth.

Sitting in her chair, Hermione flipped out of her textbook, but she couldn't focus a bit. Before lights out, she finally made the decision, "You guys are right, I'll write home tomorrow."

...

Felix flipped through the newspaper of the day, today's front-page headline being " Trouble! The Minister of Magic is in the Swirl of Public Opinion".

"The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, continues to dominate public attention since the bribery scandal broke earlier this month. It's an open secret that Fudge circles around several pureblood families, and he has more than once flaunted his personal friendships with those ancient families, as he relied on their elaborate network of connections and influence to secure his authority.

Fudge has repeatedly reaffirmed that he does not use his power for personal gain.

'I did receive some generous donations, and they were used for wonderful causes! I can show you all the proofs, you have no idea how much effort I had put into the Quidditch World Cup and the Tournament of Champions!'

But when the reporter asked what he had done, excluding the contributions of the former Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mr. Barty Crouch Sr., and the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Mr. Ludo Bagman, Minister Fudge dodged the question.

Five months after the appearance of the Dark Mark, the Ministry of Magic has not produced much convincing evidence other than a wanted notice for a man who is already dead plastered all over Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, which begs the question, is our Minister really fit to be in that position? Is he half as capable as he boasts?

The reporter then interviewed several people, whose opinions seemed to represent a certain trend.

Xenophilius Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler magazine, declared that our minister possessed a secret army made up entirely of black leopards - they are said to be a flame sprite, behemoths covered in a fire that can burn everything to the ground. An army that would play an important role in critical moments, and of course it doesn't rule out the possibility of him using them to deal with his rivals in secret.

Professor Griselda Marchbanks, head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, said that Fudge was acting like Dumbledore's tail during his first years in office, 'and of course, he totally went to the Purebloods side once his authority was firmly established.'

Tiberius Ogden, the Wizengamot member, doesn't seem to have a high opinion about Cornelius Fudge either. He was more than happily called minister ''Lucky Fudge'' on the grounds that the man with the highest popularity to take over as Minister of Magic at the time had a scandal about his family being Death Eaters suddenly break out. But when this combined with Mr. Lovegood's testimony, perhaps Fudge does seem to have more than one secret army.

Also, the imprisonment of the former head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation looks extremely suspicious; reporters found out that he was initially sentenced to a lifetime in prison, and no one knows if this was a crackdown on his political enemies, but a few days ago Wizengamot secretly arraigned Barty Crouch Sr. and changed the sentence to three years for using his power for personal gain and abuse of public authority."

...

"What a load of bollocks!" Fudge said angrily in his office, gritting his teeth as he read out the names above, "Lovegood, Marchbanks, and Ogden, very good ..."

"Minister," Umbridge said in a mushy tone, squinting her flabby eyes, "the words of these clowns will not budge you at all, they have no proof!" She said with a smirk, "On the contrary, you can hold them accountable."

"What can I do? The mouth is on them-" Fudge's expression was hesitant.

"Wouldn't it be easy to pick on them, especially Marchbanks and Ogden, who both work in the Ministry of Magic, if we just slightly-" Umbridge suddenly shut up, her wide, toad-like pie face turned toward the door, as she said in a soft voice "Yaxley? You seem like a different person after returning from leave, you should have knocked first."

"I'm sorry, Minister." Yaxley said, without a trace of apology on his face, "I was in a hurry to deliver a document, a list of escorts for the third task of the tournament, which Scrimgeour and Ms. Bones have already signed, it's just short of yours." He slowly walked up and placed the document in his hand on the table, his eyes glanced at the silent pair.

Slowly withdrawing his arm, he stood up straight and said, "You know, I happened to overhear your conversation."

Fudge's eyes went wide.

"I'm your man, Minister," Yaxley said immediately and soothingly.

"You're my man?" Fudge repeated, staring across the table with probing eyes as he pulled out his quill and signed the document without looking at it. "Dolores has a point; you seem to have changed for good; normally you wouldn't say such things."

Yaxley shrugged. "The situation is changed, Minister. I stood neutral before, but ... I thought about it quite a bit during the two days I was on leave, and I think it's time to make a choice."

"You are doing this because of Felix Hap--"

"More than that, Minister," Yaxley said, "more than just because of him. This isn't personal, it's a confrontation between two different camps - purebloods and non-purebloods - and I smell a showdown ahead, and Hap is playing the role of a vicious pawn, and if nothing is done, maybe we'll all disappear in a matter of years." He became exceptionally talkative today, "as one of the twenty-eight pureblood families, although the Yaxley family fallen, but the heritage of pureblood is never about wealth, it is all about the ancient magic contract ... to this day, the Yaxley family receives an annual distribution, although the amount is few, but I can walk through the door of any pureblood family with that contract."

"Wait! The Gringotts should count as one, right?" Fudge said slowly, "I've read some information that at the time when we were fighting the goblins most intensely, both sides lost a lot of money, so some families brought the peace talk, from which the goblins also gained a special status."

Yaxley smiled and did not speak.

"Which families stand behind you?" Fudge asked, suddenly interested, because of the previous explosions, a third of the families close to him had left him, and his insecurity reached its peak when he lost the support of these people.

"It doesn't matter." Yaxley said mysteriously, but now Fudge didn't dare to underestimate him. The names of one family after another flashed through Fudge's mind, especially the few with the most aggressive attitudes toward muggles, who, despite their heavy losses in the last war, would still be considered a powerful force when united.

"Who are you targeting?" Fudge asked.

Yaxley's expression was somewhat startled. "Come on," Fudge said impatiently, "don't claim you don't have conditions."

Yaxley broke into a smile.

"Honourable Minister Fudge, have you ever played wizard chess?" He said softly, "The most annoying piece on the board is the pawn that touches the opponent's border; it will rise to become a knight, a bishop, a rook, or even ... a rampaging queen."

"No!" Fudge shouted, "You don't know how offensive he is, and Dumbledore surely will defend him--"

"Then use the most justifiable reason," Yaxley said, looking at Fudge, "Don't forget, Minister, you represent the order of the British wizarding community, and even Dumbledore will be at your mercy if the reason is good enough."

"Justifiable reason." Fudge pondered and handed him the signed document.

...

"Still need to find a good reason to get Fudge out of office." Felix sighed and put away the paper. He knew very well that the previous approach could at best disgust Fudge and make his public rating even lower, while 'Future World' company could use this opportunity to get out of trouble.

But if he wanted to let Fudge step down in a short time, he would not be able to do so unless Voldemort had a party at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic. Or he kills him in his home.

But if he really did it, Dumbledore would be the first one who would stand against him. Everything he has now will all become invalid, the professorship, the Order of Merlin, the membership of the Wizengamot, the 'Future World' company, and the people he knows ...

"What's the best way to get rid of him once and for all?" Felix pondered, he and Fudge shared a surprisingly common sentiment, both afraid that hitting the tiger would harm them back.

At that moment, there is a knock on the door. "Come in." Felix said as the door opened and a furry head poked out from outside.

"Hi, Professor," Hermione flashed in.

"You want to borrow Mr. Nicolas Flamel's data on time-turner?" After hearing Hermione explain her reason for coming, Felix asked with interest, "Why?"

"Oh, uh--" Hermione looked at him hesitantly.

Felix smirked and let several plates of fruit preserves fly out of the far cupboard and land on the small table, "Have you made up your reason?"

Hermione sat down on the couch in a very deflated manner.

"It's like this, the time-turner that Valen gave me for Christmas - the one that's broken - might ... probably ... have a chance of being fixed, and I want to get it operational and try it out."

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"So, you found the time energy?"

"Time energy? What's that?" Hermione's eyes widened and her heart leaped with excitement; she certainly would hear a new term every time she came to the professor's place.

"I named it myself," Felix said, "Well, Mr. Nicolas Flamel's notes inspired me, to be exact." He paraphrased.

"The Time-Turner carries unique energy hidden in each grain of sand in the hourglass, the time-turner just serves as the most sophisticated container for it. This is the conclusion 'I' came up with after repeatedly disassembling and attempting to repair it. Unfortunately, I have no way to verify it, perhaps the answer to the question will be found in the Department of Mysteries at the British Ministry of Magic ..."

"Wait! The Department of Mysteries?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "I've heard that name before, at ... the Quidditch World Cup camp, Mr. Weasley mentioned those who work there known as Unspeakables."

Felix nodded approvingly.

"So the time energy is stored in the Department of Mysteries?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure, Miss Granger." Felix said, "The Department of Mysteries is the most secretive department in the entire Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Nicolas Flamel had spent quite a bit of time - probably longer than a normal person's lifetime - searching for the secrets of time. But he was missing the most crucial thing of all, and that is time itself."

Hermione felt herself enveloped in a solemn atmosphere, and her voice couldn't help but soften, "I used to time travel many times, in the third grade."

"The maximum time one can travel back without incurring serious damage to both the traveller and time itself is five hours, which requires the use of a magic charm known as the 'Hour-Reversal Charm' - this is the information Mr. Nicolas Flamel obtained, but both him or me personally, have serious doubts about their claim, because it implies a stable technology for manufacturing time-turner. While plenty of facts prove that the total number of time-turner is getting fewer and fewer ..."

"Then why do they still-"

"Distribute it to students?" Felix asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded lightly.

"I guess it's probably because it has little use for them, and they need the data from the students who used the time-turner to do minimal research with it." He stood up and walked into the inner room, before exiting a moment later. Felix held a copy of a scroll-like journal in his hand, "These are some of the cases Nicolas had collected, trying to change time in a wild way can backfire, and once the energy that protects you is gone, the results are often not that pretty."

"Eloise Mintumble used the time-turner to go back five centuries before her era, in the middle of which a serious error occurred. It was only when the energy in the turner was depleted that she was ejected from time. But her body suffered severe damage, and she died not long afterward in St. Mungo's. This was not the first experiment conducted by the Ministry of Magic, but it was the last, and since then all related experiments have been discontinued."

"She was from the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked pointedly.

"The Unspeakable, I guess." Felix said, "In addition to the effects on herself, the disruption of time spread to the outside world, and she severely altered the course of some people's lives, turning them into people who were never born. Also - in the next few days after she was ejected, the first Tuesday lasted for two and a half days, while Thursday lasted only four hours ... The Ministry of Magic had to fool the world with an asteroid that never existed in history and they paid a huge price to do that. "

Hermione's expression is one of astonishment. "I read in a book that a rare celestial phenomenon occurred at the end of the nineteenth century, which not only caused a polar day with subsequent heavy rainstorms, it also induced a large number of people to have a brief misalignment of their sense of time and malfunction of their appliances ..."

Felix shrugged, "Fortunately, technology wasn't really advanced in those days, and it was rainy ... I suspect that the Ministry of Magic was responsible for that rain too."

Hermione felt that her perception somewhat turned upside down.

"So, why do you think you have the possibility of repairing the time-turner?"

"Harry possessed an hourglass obtained from Valen, which came from the altar where the Herpo the Foul hid his Horcruxes ..."

"Valen?"

At that moment, Valen came out of the bedroom, and heard someone call her, so she looked up quizzically, "Kee?"

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Tempted by the strawberry preserves, Valen quickly started to explain But apparently, she was a beat slower than Hermione and has not realized the seriousness of the problem. Hermione awkwardly fed her a few slices of dried fruit and left with the journal given by Felix.

"Professor, I think Valen was just careless." She tried to fix her earlier blunder before leaving.

Valen blinked, what do you mean I was careless?

"I understand," Felix said as he hugged Valen, Hermione hesitated for a few seconds as she stood on tiptoe and prepared to leave, when he called her out from behind. "Miss Granger, you can try to repair that time-turner using Nicolas's journal as a reference, but whatever the outcome is, remember, you should not use it and don't ever put yourself in danger."

"You have my word, Professor." Hermione replied.

Felix watched the door close, then turned his attention to Valen, who is sitting on his lap, and she patted his thigh with a look of satisfaction as she half-squinted her eyes. "Kiki! (Keep feeding!)" Felix laughed at her leisurely look.

" Aren't you going to read the book - The Tales of Beedle the Bard?" He said.

Valen looked at him suspiciously.

"Some time ago you were pestering me with the story 'The Fountain of Fair Fortune'," Felix said, "in fact, you will find that it is followed by the equally wonderful story called 'The Warlock's Hairy Heart' ..."

"Kee!" Valen looked startled, "Kiki! Kee Kee Kee! (Don't lie to me! That's a horror story!)"

"It's true, every story in The Tales of Beedle the Bard has a hidden message," Felix said with a smirk, "for example, the male wizard used dark magic to separate his heart from his body and lock it in a crystal box, by which he avoided the worldly affection... ... Perhaps this is the poet's artistic expression of the Horcrux; not to mention that this story warns us not to tamper with the deepest mysteries of life--"

At that moment, he suddenly paused. Don't tamper with life at will - so does his current transformation toward a magical being count as tampering with life? He mulled over this question, in any case, he should be more cautious and careful, at least until the transformation is completed, it is better for him to stay at school without going out.

Who knew the next time he inspected the company's branch, he might bump into a noseless freak when he push open the door?

A sweet taste suddenly burst into his mouth, and Felix looked back down to see Valen reaching out her small hand to shove a strawberry preserves into his mouth.

"Kiki! ( A different story!)"

Felix bit into the sweet preserves and said vaguely, "How about this story, 'The Tale of the Three Brothers'?" Valen nodded vigorously, who wanted to hear about the hairy heart, isn't that a curse word, specifically used to describe the cold and heartless wizard?

Don't try to fool her, she is a Niffler who has read the full set of "The Strange Adventures of Little Wizard Mick".

"Once upon a time, three brothers were travelling on a secluded pathway. It was nearing dusk when they came across a turbulent river and encountered a man who called himself Death ..."

On the other hand, Hermione returned to the common room with the copy of the journal in her hand.

"Did you send the letter?" Harry asked, as he has lent his Hedwig to Hermione, so she could write home.

"Yeah, and I brought this along." Hermione said proudly, waving a journal in her hand, and Harry's eyes lit up. "Data about Time-Turner?" He asked in a whisper, and after receiving an affirmative response, he quickly sat down next to Hermione.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked casually, opening the journal carefully as she did so.

"He has gone to the entrance hall again to make sure if the rules for the third task are posted." Harry said, as he and Hermione quickly noticed that the journal resembled 'answer space' and he stared at the icons on it, and impatiently tried to click on the one that reads "Nicolas Flamel Dismantling Project".

"Wait, Harry." Hermione stopped him and said, "Professor suggested that we should first have to read the information that Nicolas Flamel had gathered about the experiments regarding the time-turner." She clicked on the first icon - it showed a witch with a painful expression, and Harry felt uncomfortable, but he quickly regained his composure as lines of text began to appear on the journal.

"Eloise Mintumble? What did she do?" He asked curiously.

"She ended all long-term time travel with her first-hand experience." Hermione explained briefly.

After a while, Harry finished reading about Eloise Mintumble's experience, and he smacked his lips to express his feelings, and at that moment, Ron came back gleefully.

"The rules are out!" He shouted, shaking the parchment in his hand with a clatter that drew the attention of everyone in the common room. "Ran into Cedric and the group, and Collins handed me a copy of it ..."

A curious crowd gathered around.

"Read it!" Seamus shouted.

"Oh, uh ... well," Ron enjoyed the feeling of being flocked, he cleared his throat and looked at the contents of the parchment. "First up, the results of the first two tasks - Cedric's team 126 points, Uagadou 113 points, Beauxbatons 110 points, Durmstrang 100 points, and Ilvermorny 73 points."

"You missed one." Neville reminded him.

"Did I?" The smile on Ron's face threatened to snap.

"You forgot to say-"

"Oh, yes." Ron pretended to slap his head, "I forgot our score, ladies and gentlemen, are you all ready for this one?"

"Ron, if you like the shape of your nose as it is, you should better speak." Fred threatened unsmilingly.

"It's 128 points," Ron said honestly, " First place." He added.

The common room remained silent for a few seconds, then a deafening cheer erupted as everyone clapped in unison, "Well done!" Seamus shouted, waving his fist and shouting in exasperation.

Ron's face quickly turned red.

It took him a while to push his way out of the crowd and join Harry and Hermione, with Ginny following him in tow.

"They're so enthusiastic." Ron said in a deliberately breezy tone, "I mean, it's not entirely because of me."

Ginny stared at him hard, as if he had something dirty on his face, which made Ron uncomfortable. So he stammered, "Well, I admit, Harry and Hermione's credit is a bit greater ..."

Hermione grabbed the parchment he carried and read the specific rules on it. After a long while, she said with a sigh of relief, "It's a lot better than I thought."

"What does it say?" Harry asked.

"Before getting the trophy, you don't have to worry about being attacked by other champion teams, you just have to deal with the dangers of the maze itself. The person who gets the trophy will reveal his position every two minutes to allow champions from the same team and other teams to ascertain his location, and it's all down to luck as for who finds the person with the trophy first-"

"What do they plan to do?" Harry couldn't help but ask in retrospect, "How - if I get the trophy, how will I reveal my position?"

"Well," Hermione scanned the parchment quickly, "it says the trophy will sing loudly, the sound will last ten seconds, and the Weird Sisters have recorded a battle song just for that. It's also important to note that we must abide by the internationally accepted rules of dueling competitions, which means that dark magic will be banned and there are strict restrictions placed on harmful spells. The Stinging Jinx we practiced before may not come in handy ..."

Hermione said a dozen more restrictive rules one after another, such as prohibiting lethal spells against the champions, and if the battle ends with one of the parties unconscious, such as being hit by a stunning spell, the winning champions must take the initiative to send a signal to summon the patrolling staffs.

"... Finally, the competition will end when we pass through the trophy, which is the door key out of the maze." Hermione looked up.

"So the key to the race is getting the trophy first, and then-" Ginny said slowly.

"Stay mobile." Hermione said.

"Be careful not to get ambushed." That is Ron's answer.

"Defeat your opponent quickly." Harry also answered without thinking. The other three looked at him at the same time, so he explained, "I think the further along you get, the more likely you will be exposed, and it's useless to hide because you will run into someone any second."

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"You're talking about the same thing." Ginny judged, shaking her hair - which looked like a bright wispy flame - and counted on her fingers to conclude, "Try to get the trophy earlier - or grab it from someone else, and then stay mobile - " she cocked her head towards Hermione, "looking for teammates while being careful not to be ambushed, and avoiding traps and dangerous creatures in the maze itself -"

Ron nodded solemnly from the sidelines, indicating that that was exactly what he was thinking.

"-and the last part," Ginny's eyes lingered on Harry, "as time stretches on all the champions will get closer and closer to the trophy, it's likely you'll run into a new enemy before you get more than a few steps out, so it's necessary to deal with the opponent in a quick and clean manner!"

She gestured with a fierce gesture, and Harry thought she looked cool today.

"Actually, we can also rely on luck to advance through the maze," Ron suggested seriously, "we have to consider the best-case scenario to happen, haven't you forgotten? We're the first ones to enter the maze, and if we're lucky enough, we don't have to meet up with the rest at all ..."

...

They discussed in the corner throughout the day, and in the evening Professor McGonagall made a rare appearance in the common room, calling Harry and Ron out, leaving an unsure Hermione and Ginny behind. They didn't come back until almost lights out, with a look of unconcealed joy on their faces.

"What did Professor McGonagall say to you guys?" Hermione looked up from her pile of thick documents, her eyes listless as she looked at the empty space between Harry and Ron, as she had spent quite a bit of time going over the rules again.

"It's about Dark Force Defence League," Harry said excitedly, handing over a certificate, Hermione and Ginny came over to look at it, and Ginny let out a short squeal, "You've become an official member of the Dark Force Defence League? Harry, is this true?"

"And me too." Ron reminded her.

But Ginny ignored him and said to Harry, "Do you know what that means?"

"It means that, um ... I've joined a wizard organization?" Harry replied hesitantly.

"No, of course not!" Ginny's flaming hair began to jump again, "Look, it's a formal member, not an honorary one! There's a difference here -"

"Wait, I kind of remember ..." Ron meditated, "I think someone mentioned THIS to me many times."

"It was Lockhart." Hermione, as always, is reliable.

"That's right! He said he is an honorary member of the Dark Force Defence League, not an official member ... What does that mean?" Ron stared at his certificate as if trying to get a perfect explanation from it.

" Official members need to be tested or contribute a great deal, preferably the kind that can be generalized." Ginny knew a little more about this than Ron did, "I guess Lockhart refuses to show what he can do because he doesn't have any such thing!"

Delighted, Harry revealed more information, "The Dark Force Defence League people told me that if I ever planned to pursue an Auror or similar career, they would write me a letter of recommendation, even if I lacked an O.W.Ls certificate or two-"

"But you guys wouldn't throw in the towel, right?" Hermione looked at him sternly.

"Yeah." Harry said against his will, feeling good about using the promise of the Dark Force Defence League as a form of assurance.

"The only shame is, that Malfoy got the honour too," Ron said, "How ironic, isn't it? At the Quidditch World Cup riot, he even hinted to us that his dad was involved in the riot."

"How come Professor Hap didn't catch him in the act!"

After a while, Ginny yawned gracefully and went back to bed in the girls' dormitory.

Harry and Ron looked over the certificate with joy, stroking the patterns and seals on it, no matter how many times they looked at it, they still liked it very much, and as they lay in bed after lights out, Ron said to Harry, "I think it would be good to be an Auror." Neville listened half-heartedly for a while and couldn't resist joining in, "Actually, uh, I'd like to be an Auror too," he said, "and of course, a professor sounds good too."

Harry was surprised to find that three people in their dormitory wanted to become Aurors, and soon Seamus and Dean joined in the discussion, so they didn't sleep until the second half of the night.

Half-asleep, Harry imagined himself as an Auror: Ron and Hermione with him, accompanied by Neville, Seamus, and Dean; and to his surprise, Luna, Ginny, and Draco Malfoy were also in the crowd.

Malfoy? Even in his dream, Harry felt outrageous. He murmured disgruntledly, and soon these images disappeared, and he found himself standing in an old room, which seemed to smell similar to the room in Grimmauld Place, although it certainly isn't the same place.

He seated on a couch and spoke to someone: "Well done, Yaxley, you've proven your loyalty again ..."

Harry rolled over, his Occlumency kicked in, and he slipped back into a sweet dream.

...

As June arrived, time began to quietly accelerate. After the fifth and seventh-year wizarding level exams were over, the final exams for the other grades officially began. This also meant that the third task is approaching - the competition will take place on the last night of the exams.

The atmosphere in the castle became tense and intense, and after the third day of the Ancient Rune exam, Felix heard one student say to his peers, "If we just make it through the remaining four days, we can watch the last game, and have a crazy fun for a week to welcome the long and wonderful summer holidays!"

He couldn't agree more with this student's words.

He had a great time throughout the first two-thirds of June, and his body's transformation process is mostly complete - although he doesn't see any purpose for it yet, there are no hindrances, which means everything is going well.

The next morning, June 21, while he supervised the fourth-year exams, although the Champions are permitted to be exempted from the final exams, Hermione still insisted on answering the papers for twenty minutes before looking up the journal to deduce the time-turner disassembly project developed by Nicolas Flamel, and judging from her recent queries, Felix judged that she should be able to finish before the end of the school year.

But what he didn't expect is that Hermione handed him a paper the same day the exam ended.

"Professor, this is the plan I designed. Some changes are made based on Nicolas Flamel's research. It's a more tedious procedure, but it also allows me to avoid advanced alchemical procedures."

"I don't see any problems, very clever transitions, especially suitable for your magical characteristics, Miss Granger." Felix said after a closer inspection.

Hermione left the office satisfied.

Before he went to bed, an owl landed outside the window and repeatedly pecked at the window edge with its beak.

After Felix opened the window, the brown owl strapped with an owl post office anklet circled the room for a while and dropped a palm-sized package before flying away without looking back.

A small box contained a thumb-sized glass vial inside. Felix held up the clear vial in front of the magic lamp on the ceiling and gazed at it for a moment; inside the vial is some silvery substance, hovering slowly, neither solid nor liquid.

It is a memory.

Whose memory could it be? Felix's lips curled slightly, he got intrigued by the owner of the memory.

Felix flicked his wand on the cork of the bottle, and the sealed stopper immediately popped open. The black jade-like wand turned slightly in his hand, twisting the silver thread around the tip of the wand, then he threw it towards the midair with force, and a picture appeared very abruptly.

The person in the picture - Felix's body knocked apart in the sky amidst a green light, at the same time, an icy voice resounded in the office for a while -

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Kee!" Valen froze in fear, and after a few seconds of being dazed, she jumped fiercely into Felix's arms, covering her eyes up and clutching the clothes on his chest with her two small hands.

"It's okay," Felix whispered soothingly, gazing at the fading bright light, catching the memory that reverted back to a silver thread in his hand, his fingertips twirling it as he pondered.

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Fear? Actually, a bit ... but there is even more doubt. Felix can't think why he didn't dodge the Killing Curse, no matter how he thought about it. That memory showed the green light of the spell being released head-on, there is no question of a sneak attack. Moreover, Felix thought about his own reaction in the memory -

Very calm.

Would he accept death so calmly? He wondered with interest.

Valen gently pulled the shirt on his chest, and Felix lowered his head and smiled, "It should just a prank." He went into the bedroom, put Valen in her crib, and then re-entered the office.

The small box that had contained the "memory of death" laid quietly on his desk, and Felix examined it carefully, then pulled some padded postcard out of it. The front of the postcard is a landscape picture of Great Britain with a printed motto: Everyone has the right to choose.

Felix could easily tell that it is an ordinary card, probably from a newsstand somewhere in the Muggle world? He turned the back, and it is blank.

Who could it be from? Is it possible that it really is a nasty prank?

But from the quote, Felix felt an element of goodwill, and with life and death at stake, nobody would be sloppy, at least he would not.

He temporarily assumed it is true: someone witnessed his death and ventured back in time to warn him.

At this point, the small golden clock pointed at the eleven o'clock position, he took the small golden clock and put it on the small table in front of the couch together with the postcard, then he gently waved his finger, the shelf with a row of communication mirror, the fever Knut... in the ring, along with all things that can be used to contact with the outside world placed with it.

Felix leaned on the back of the couch, waiting quietly like a silent statue, occasionally casting a casual glance at the small golden clock. Time passed, and midnight passed without anyone contacting him, one can hear a few insects chirping occasionally in that silent night, but otherwise, no one suddenly appeared, asking him to rush to the unknown battlefield.

When the hands of the small clock stopped at the position of four in the morning, he finally moved, a full five hours had passed since he received this special gift. Felix knew exactly what this meant - the maximum duration of time travel without causing any possible serious damage is approximately five hours.

Someone performed long-term time travel!

Felix raised his head and stared at the ceiling; the white light from the magic lamp is not blinding, but it made him a little dizzy. He slowly closed his eyes, and the next moment he appeared in the bronze armchair in the thinking room.

Felix still had that memory twisted in his fingers, and with a single, hard toss of his hand, familiar images surfaced in midair until-

"Avada Kedavra!"

The voice is cold and sharp, and he recognizes the owner of the voice as Voldemort.

"So this is a warning from the future, from an unknown time, by which time Voldemort has been resurrected." Felix thought to himself. He stared at the image that kept repeating in midair. This memory had obviously been processed to hide the perspective of the owner of the memory, but the technique is so crude that for a memory master like him, he could see the cracks in it at a glance.

But seeing the flaws does not mean he can recover the real memory, nor does it mean that the information in the memory is forged.

The only thing Felix could be sure of at this moment would be that the owner of the memory did not want to reveal his/her identity and that he/she was thoughtful, not unfamiliar with memory magic, supposedly learning, practicing, or at least having regular contact with this type of magic.

What else could be analysed? Felix stroked his chin, "Of course, perspective is also important."

He put his right leg over his left leg and looked at the illusory image under the stairs while sitting on the bronze chair. Inside the thinking room, except for the chair he is seated on and the dozen or so stairs under the chair, there is nothing around him, and it looked like he is currently in a vast never-ending square room.

At the moment, the sound of Voldemort reciting a killing curse incantation continuously echoed in the square room.

"Avada Kedavra! ... Avada Kedavra! ... Avada Kedavra! ... Avada Kedavra!... Avada Kedavra!... ..."

"If Voldemort resurrected at that time, then the identity of the person who saw all this, does it mean that he/she is a Death Eater? No, not necessarily ... may one of the enemies of Voldemort."

Felix wants to find out who this person is and get more information.

From the information available, this person - whether male or female, their relationship with him should be close, have a good brain, possibly discussed memory magic with him, and their identity must be special enough to be involved in a sudden battle that broke out, maybe a Death Eater, Auror, or someone he yet to meet for time being. And the most crucial point is that this person must possess a time-turner.

But until dawn, there's one question that Felix could not understand: obviously there is time, why that person risked a very dangerous long-term time travel?

He did not want to live? Or had to do so? What is the special point in doing so?

Felix's feelings are very mixed, if all this is true, he really died in the hand of Voldemort - or the person who sent the memories thinks so, then this action is tantamount to changing the history of what has happened, so you can imagine the backlash from time.

Changing known history is Dangerous, and as far as he knows no one has really succeeded and come back in one piece, let alone adding long-term time travel.

No rush to make a decision ... Felix cautioned himself, he needed to confirm a few things first.

Early in the morning of June 22, Felix appeared in the great hall early, still, the meal took him a rather long time because he was waiting for a few people. When Snape appeared in his black robes, Felix smiled slightly and moved next to Snape.

"You have a time-turner." Felix said with certainty.

Snape stared at him expressionlessly for a moment, "Your level of joking has regressed." He said coldly.

"I was just trying to liven things up a bit. Severus," Felix said with a shrug.

Not him. Felix thought as he stared at Snape's back as he left.

The second person is Dumbledore, Felix asked him if his "little trick" of snapping his fingers off a spell came from the ability he gained after the transformation.

"Have you finally made it that far, Felix?" Dumbledore asked softly, he seemed to be caught up in the memory, half a moment before he looked up, Felix is still waiting for his answer. Dumbledore nodded gently, "the so-called transformation, or transformation towards 'magical being', although the terminology is different, but in my understanding, it is actually the process of you diving deep into a certain field to the point of unfathomable, and then with a flash of inspiration and integration."

"When this step is reached, your magic will begin to transform naturally to match your understanding of magic ... As for what each person will gain, it should be related to his field of study, I can rebound a spell, which is inherently a higher level of human transfiguration."

Felix suddenly enlightened.

Previously, Dumbledore had performed a very high level, closer to the essence of the magic transfiguration on his own hands, thus simulating the ability of a certain magical creature. The names of a series of powerful creatures flashed through his mind, Dragons, Manticore, Cockatrice, Chimera, Basilisk ...

And this seems to mean that Dumbledore can break some of the common sense of the wizarding community, such as the inability of wizards in morphing into magical creatures, even Animagus cannot do that, but Dumbledore has undoubtedly touched this realm.

Magic Creatures ... So that's what she meant? Felix thought.

He could not help but guess what ability he would gain after completing his transformation, it must be related to the ancient rune ... He began to figure out what characteristics ancient runes have, but he really had difficulty giving a precise definition, because the number of runes is too much, saying it has a thousand variations is not too much.

A flash went through his mind. A thousand changes ... put this term on him, is not the incarnation of ancient rune? This idea seems to be consistent with the memory of the picture - Voldemort used the Killing Curse, and his body transformed into some kinda a rune to evade it.

It is fascinating to think about.

However, a new question arises, if he will not die at all, why would that person have risked long-term time travelling? Also, he hadn't completed the transformation yet, he currently fell short by quite a bit. Felix estimated that there would be no hope until at least the end of this summer and the beginning of the new school year.

Does this mean, that the scene he saw will not happen until at least two or three months from now?

Felix put down his knife and fork and left the great hall with a load of confusion, that's when Harry, Ron, and Hermione happened to walk in, as they discussed something intensely.

"Granger, Potter, Weasley," he called out after a moment's hesitation, "is your research into time-turner... progressing well?"

Harry and Ron subconsciously looked at Hermione.

"Oh! Professor, uh, we haven't started yet," Hermione said with a small smile, "planning to do that after the tournament is over."

"Oh, I see."

He nodded at the trio and turned to leave. The timing seemed right, of course, assuming they actually made it. It seemed he would have to keep an eye on them all the time. A new question popped up in his mind, and that is, of the three of them, who is more likely to have used the time-turner?

If it is just a repair, naturally Granger is more likely. But it's not really easy to tell who the person 'using' it.

Felix's heart sank, he had warned her.

But all this could not be determined yet, he still had time to obtain more evidence to verify his suspicions. When the second year exams finished tomorrow, there would be basically nothing for him to do until the end of the semester, so he can keep a close eye on Granger's progress with their repair work on the time-turner.

That included the entire summer as well. It is a pity because Felix planned to visit Azkaban during the summer, as he had obtained several names from Lucius, who are the most loyal followers of Voldemort, and perhaps among them, there is probably someone who knows the secret of the Horcrux.

This guess came to him when he was in the Ministry of Magic, at first he went astray, later when he linked Dumbledore, Voldemort, Azkaban, and the Death Eaters together, the real inspiration triggered: if Voldemort had suffered many serious injuries, he certainly had a regular assistant, this person is likely to be a Death Eater and an extremely loyal Death Eater. Then the memories in this person's head are undoubtedly a treasure - a treasure that conceals the Horcrux's location - waiting for him to dig.

Especially the one called Bellatrix, who Lucius said was insane and fanatically worshipped the Dark Lord, and Felix suspected she had suffered a severe Confundus Charm or memory tampering. Maybe not necessarily though, Lucius thinks she's cruel and vicious to the bone, and that the Dark Lord's presence is just the thing that fulfilled her morbid desires ...

The other side.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione just came out of the Owlery, as Hermione looked troubled.

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"Don't worry, Hermione, Hedwig will send the letter to your mom and dad on time." Harry said confidently, "she never misses - and Professor McGonagall said that she will arrange for the professor to pick you up at home on the day of the tournament, so there will be no delay."

"That's not what I'm worried about ... I am, ugh." Hermione sighed, "They mentioned a trip to Diagon Alley in their reply, saying that they are going to exchange money-"

"It's normal." Ron said.

"You don't know them," Hermione tossed her hair in annoyance, "exchanging money is just an excuse, I guess they must have gone to Diagon Alley to ask for information about the tournament."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, neither of them worried about that, Ron's whole family consist of wizards, and Harry, didn't think the Dursleys would sneak over to Diagon Alley to inquire about information because they are worried about his safety, well they would probably just pray that he would have an accident and never go back. And the only person Harry considered family is Sirius.

"It can't be avoided," Ron reassured her, "they'll find it out sooner or later-"

"No, you don't understand," Hermione took a deep breath, "Is there any information more visual in the whole of Diagon Alley than the footage of the Tournament on sale from 'Future World'? I can imagine that Dad would buy a magic projector and footage of the second task without hesitation, maybe they've already seen it and just didn't mention it to me!"

They went to the Transfiguration classroom that is loaned to them by Professor McGonagall, to practice their spells, especially the ones that might be used in the maze, which they had been working on for the past month.

But today, Hermione was completely out of shape.

"No, I can't concentrate." She said in frustration.

"Take a break," Harry said, "we've prepared well, there's no need to work so hard for the remaining two days."

Normally, Hermione would have been the first to jump up and object, but today she acquiesced to Harry's statement and sat on the cushion with her knees in her arms, looking very helpless.

Harry and Ron do not know how to comfort her, each stood in silence for a while, Harry pulled out the enchanted book from his bookbag, he had read it from start to end, the professor said the book's impact on him became very weak, the magic inside probably will only last for a few months, so he simply gave it to him as a memento.

"Do you think it could be the influence of this book?" Ron came over and asked in a whisper, "Hermione read it too, didn't she?"

"That was last week," Harry replied in the same whisper, he didn't think it is the influence of the book, "the magic effect won't last that long."

"You have a point," Ron said, rummaging through his bookbag for the journal as he started to read the short stories on it, occasionally glancing up at Hermione in the distance. Then he said with a deliberately raised voice, "No matter how many times I read it, it's still so scary ... I doubt that if Hermione had read these stories when she was in third grade, she would have dared to use the time-turner? I mean, just in case she made a few more turns ..."

Hermione suddenly stood up, she took several big breaths and picked up her book bag.

"You're right, I'd better find something to do." She concluded and walked out of the classroom.

Ron froze for a moment and turned his head to look at Harry, "Did I say something wrong?" Harry shook his head as they followed Hermione behind to the Room of Requirement, "I need an alchemist's lab ... I need an alchemist's lab ... I need an alchemist's lab ..."

An antique door appeared in front of them.

Hermione exhaled slowly and pushed the door open and walked into the room, Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they guessed what she wanted to do. "I was expecting this scene too," Ron muttered, and the two followed closely behind.

The room is very spacious, with several huge workbenches in the center, with all sorts of strange devices on the tabletop - odd shaped glass bottles, randomly placed solid wood toolboxes, golden balance, weight, crucible ... Two bookshelves stood against the wall, filled with common alchemy books.

Hermione put her book bag down and took the time-turner out of it, glancing back at Harry, who wisely handed her the gray hourglass.

"You're going to fix it now?" Ron couldn't help but ask, "I thought it would take another month or two."

"There's no point dragging it out," Hermione said calmly, "And it's not a fix, it's just taking it apart and replacing a part ... With Nicolas Flamel's how-to-do steps, I'm pretty sure. "

"I hope it's as easy as she says it is." Ron said hopefully.

Harry thought he would see a screwdriver or something, at best this screwdriver can screw on their own ... but Hermione just took her wand, recited a long incantation, now and then tapping once or twice on the gold time-turner, or outlining a few runes and alchemical symbols, branding them on the hourglass, Hermione's forehead broke out with a fine sweat, her expression looked solemn; Harry and Ron did not even dare to breathe, afraid that their breathing would affect her.

After almost an hour, Hermione looked exhausted, but her eyes looked radiant.

"Quick, Harry, Ron, do me a favour."

"What do we need to do?" Harry asked hurriedly, as he and Ron approached the time-turner - the thing flew into midair and kept spinning around while emitting a soft white light.

"Grab it, take off the original hourglass, and replace it with the flat one! Hurry up!" Hermione said, her face flushed red, as she struggled to maintain her magic.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and reached out their hands in a jittery fashion. Harry clutched the time-turner that kept spinning around like a dazed golden snitch, and Ron took the opportunity to wriggle the round-headed hourglass within, "I can't get it off!" Ron shouted.

"Then use a little more force!" Harry said with a scrunched face, the thing is frighteningly strong, and it is desperately trying to get out of his grip.

Ron gritted his teeth, put both hands on it, and pressed hard - "click", the hourglass was successfully removed.

Harry immediately picked up the gray hourglass with the other hand, find the right position, and put it into the empty space, "Done!" At that moment, a sudden shock wave spread out with the golden time-turner in the center, throwing all three of them away.

Harry sat up grimacing, his arm bumped into the sharp corner of the workbench, he suspected he might have broken it, and then he heard two audible inhales. Harry looked back over his shoulder, Ron and Hermione both looked in the same direction with their mouths open, and he inclined his head, his mouth dropped open in an equal measure with shock.

The time-turner hovered in midair, emitting a dazzling golden light, and Harry squinted, clearly seeing the grey and dull surface of the hourglass shined as if it had been wiped by an invisible hand and reborn. The sand inside the Hourglass - those dark golden lumps continued to melt, twisted and deformed while glowing with a beautiful metallic lustre.

They don't know how long passed when all the golden light disappeared; The Time-Turner dropped from midair and rolled on the ground twice and became still.

"We succeeded?" Ron found it incredible.

"Yeah, luckily it worked," Hermione flashed a smile, "Once it failed, we'd have to spend the whole night looking for scattered parts."

After a half-hour break, the Trio emerged out of the Room of Requirement, the clock ticked down to midnight, so they cautiously returned to the common room, and before they went back to their respective dormitories, Ron asked them eagerly, "That's incredible ... we restored a perfect time-turner, when can we give it a try?... Just for once?"

"Not now." Hermione replied.

"I know. I mean, when the tournament is over, Hermione, I never got to experience that yet!" Ron said in a pleading tone.

There is a moment of silence.

"Well," Hermione said hesitantly, "it's not that you can't use it, but there could be risks, and you've seen what happens to wizards who get trapped by 'time', right? We'd better take it to the professor to check it out first."

Ron got convinced, and he made one request.

"Don't tell Professor McGonagall, if she knows we have an uncontrolled time-turner, she definitely would confiscate it!"

"We can get Professor Hap's help." Harry chimed in, thinking Ron's words made perfect sense; in fact, he couldn't think of any other adult who would allow them to possess a time-turner except Professor Hap.

...

On the morning of June 23, Felix invigilated the final exam he needed to and returned to his office with a relaxed look on his face. Valen is sitting lifelessly on his desk, her nose twitching as she sniffs. Her hand squeezed a postcard, and when she saw Felix enter, Valen looked up at him with puzzled black eyes.

"Kiki! (A familiar smell!)"

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It is well known that Niffler has a preference for everything that shines, which makes it particularly suitable for finding treasures. This stems from their unusually keen sense of smell, and at that moment, Felix looked at Valen with a new idea in mind.

"Clatter--"

Felix raised his hand to clear a vacant space in the office, the ring on his hand emitted a strong bright light, followed by a variety of miscellaneous items erupted out like a volcanic eruption - Parchment, handwritten notes, scrolls, potions, letters, as well as Christmas gifts from the past few years ... lined up and covered most of the room.

Felix sat in a chair behind him, looked at the frozen Valen, and explained: "All the people I know - their stuff is pretty much here, and the letters or the scents on the gifts are well-preserved ... Hard work, Valen, try to find that person."

Valen looked at the pile of junk that towered higher than herself when she stood on the table, her body shook a little, and at Felix's expectant expression, she stood on her tiptoes and rummaged through a pair of blue wool socks with crudely embroidered black lightning bolts and silver balls of light - a gift from Dobby to Felix. He kinda liked them, the problem is the socks are two sizes too small to fit.

Valen leaned over the edge of the table and pulled the drawer open most of the way backward. From Felix's direction, he could see a stack of written parchment, and Valen looked back at Felix with exasperation, pointing her small hand down very hard.

"Kiki! (This is it!)"

Felix stunned, ain't she too fast? He raised his hand instinctively, and the stack of parchments flew into his hand, he already knew what it is, but still stared carefully at the parchments for a while, and raised his head to confirm: "Are you sure? Valen, this is not a joke ..."

Valen arrogantly raised her waist and nodded heavily.

Felix's eyes once again fell on the parchment, which is a thesis, the content is about the dismantling plan for the Time-Turner - he just read it two days ago, it is from Hermione Granger.

Hermione ... Granger, it really is her.

Felix exhaled lightly, since the target has been identified, he does not have to look for clues everywhere like a headless fly, but then he frowned. More than once he stressed to Hermione the dangers of long-term time travel, she knew all about it, but still did it ...

Is it a last resort, or a mistake?

This just occurred to him, because the core parts of the time-turner in Hermione's hand came from an evil dark wizard who lived two thousand years ago. Although Felix had confirmed with his magical perspective in the underground chamber of the Egyptian pyramids that the Horcrux statue and altar bearing "Herpo the Foul" did not have any magical traces left, but he knew nothing about " Time ".

So when Hermione told him she was going to replace the hourglass in the Time-Turner with the one that was found on the altar, he was happy to see it. As long as they seriously do it, whether it succeeds or fails, it is a huge gain, with many benefits.

He added only one insurance - cautioned Granger not to use it even if the replacement is successful. Felix thought that would be enough, but it became clear that the future occurred in unexpected developments that exceeded his, and Hermione's expectations.

For example, he "died".

It is more accurate to say that Granger thought he was dead, coupled with the urgency of the situation, she could not confirm the real situation, or possibly - she did not want to confirm. In any case, she hurriedly used the time-turner, and the result was an accident ...

Felix thought silently and barely managed to sort out a reasonable timeline.

But there are still a lot of unexplained problems.

Valen has gotten used to the occasional inactivity of the Great Demon King, she sniffed the postcard, yes, it is the witch with messy hair who likes to hug her, and the office is full of her scent, which she didn't notice it before.

Valen looked at the pile of junk on the floor with both eyes, it is a mountain of treasure! She glanced at Felix and understood that this situation would continue for some time as long as she did not disturb him. Valen ran two steps, leaped high from the table, like diving, and landed on a pile of colourful socks, with two small hands paddling, she soon disappeared into the clutter.

The joys of treasure hunting!

Valen happily wandered through the dazzling array of objects, the probability of meeting a treasure is amazingly high, she quickly found a few Golden Galleons, her mouth could not stop from beaming, she is so happy ... she stuffed the coins into her pocket, then she looked to the side and found another thermostatic pendant, Valen hesitated for a few seconds and "Resolutely" decided to give up - She already has three lockets in her pocket.

It is not rare.

Valen sniffed softly and smelled the familiar scent again, the same smell from a stack of rolled-up parchment, she saw the words "house elf" and " inspection" in the loose corner, and after thinking for a moment, she got out of the pile and placed the roll of parchment next to the postcard.

"Kiki! (and this!)"

She shouted a reminder. Valen's heart is pleased, she is working for the Great Demon Lord, in exchange for reasonable compensation for her work.

Felix looked back and watched Valen rummage around, occasionally poking her head out to put a thing on the table, he took a cursory glance, these all are Hermione's things, papers, gifts, and hand-made items ... at the same time, he also keenly noticed that Valen's belly became round, if he saw it correctly, a part of necklace peaked out of her pocket

Felix pondered whether to find time to educate Valen about the relationship between job content and remuneration - if the employees in the company knew Valen's labour cost, they would surely cry.

Once again, Valen emerged out of the clutter. After shaking the black fluffy body, she took a card in one hand and clutched what looked like a glass ball sneakoscope in the other - and shoved it hard into her pocket, but the pocket seemed to be full, and she tried several times without success.

Felix did not look at this greedy little fella, and beckoned, Valen uncontrollably flew over. Meeting the displeased eyes of the Daemon King, Valen realized that she was too greedy, she shrank her body and curtly handed him the sneakoscope in her hand.

Felix continued to stare at her.

Valen blinked, showed an expression of dawning realization, and handed him the card in her other hand, as she said empathically.

"Kiki! (so hard to find)!"

Felix looked at Valen with a blank face, "You think I don't know what you have in mind?" He was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of the birthday card, and suddenly his eyes widened and his heart surged with fear.

The card came from "Ms. Jane", more than two months ago, along with a huge birthday cake mailed to him.

Felix's hand shook involuntarily, more than ten years ago, to be exact, at the opening banquet of his fourth grade, he received a letter from her for the first time. Out of hundreds of abusive letters, this was the only one that encouraged him, and the lady sent several more letters after that until he graduated.

Felix recalled Nicolas Flamel's notes, his heart growing heavy, no single case showed an example of someone surviving long-term time travel ... If Granger was taken by a time-turner a decade back, how bad should the backlash of time be on her?

Can not easily jump to conclusions, he knows nothing about the field of time. Nicolas had never experienced time travel either, he had just collected that information.

"What is the most important thing right now?" Felix asked himself softly, "Yes, that's right."

He held out his hand with an expressionless face, and the miscellaneous items on the floor flowed like water into his ring. Valen hurriedly climbed onto his shoulders and looked down at the spectacular scene, and after two minutes, only three items remained on the floor.

His self-made Marauder's Map, the half-finished Sneakoscope Valen was holding earlier, and - the small glass vial containing a handful of gray hair.

Felix spread out the map, the ink lines on it expanded outward from a central point, quickly revealing the full extent of Hogwarts Castle, and the ink trail did not stop there, stretching all the way to the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake and the surrounding mountains, including the position of the other four schools are clearly visible.

Hogwarts Castle only occupies a tenth of the entire map, dense of dots and dots of names clustered together, like a squashed, constantly wriggling ball of wool, which will make one's skin tingle.

Felix took out his wand to tap on the map, and whispered: "Hermione Granger."

The map suddenly changed, the writhing lines melted like spring snow and disappeared. Only one golden name remained on the entire map, Hermione Granger, who is taking her final exam in the potions' classroom.

"There's only one name." Felix said with some disappointment.

...

The door to the Potions' classroom opened and the students streamed out.

Hermione packed her school bag while talking rapidly: "The questions aren't too hard, but I'm not sure if I wrote the steps clearly, I should have waved my wand before mixing the potion ..." Harry and Ron showed a very helpless expression, and as they passed through the corridor Hermione still reviewed Potions class test questions, so Harry said her helplessly, "Hermione, you're the only one among us who actually took the test seriously, and we're not even sure which question you're talking about."

"Yeah," Ron smiled in a surprisingly good mood, "I was reading a comic book during the test, you should have seen the look on Snape's face -- oh, sorry, Professor. " As he turned back to speak, he bumped into Felix head-on.

"I'm the one who got in your way," Felix said with a smile, "I was in a hurry to visit Professor Snape for a small matter ... By the way, Miss Granger, I'm still a little uneasy after thinking about it, if you plan to fix that Time-Turner, you should mention it to me in advance--"

"We've already fixed it." Harry said.

"Uh, what?"

"We already fixed it, just last night." Harry said.

"Wait," Felix stared at Harry and then turned to Hermione, "I thought you said you wouldn't try to fix it until the end of the third task?"

"Oh, well ...," Hermione smoothed her hair somewhat flustered, "there was some mishap ... I was... . In good shape, so it was ... uh, finished early." She stammered.

She really didn't want to let the professor know that she was worried about meeting with her parents, so she brought the plan forward on a whim.

"Professor, do you need me to bring the time-turner for you? I left it in my dorm room." Hermione changed the subject, and both Harry and Ron's heart raced, despite the fact that they had decided to let Professor Hap examine it, they are still worried about hearing words such as "dangerous" and "confiscated" from the professor's mouth.

"No need for now, you guys can prepare for the third task in peace, I still hope you can win the trophy." Felix did not hesitate to postpone her offer.

Hermione stared at Felix's figure disappearing around the corner and asked, somewhat suspiciously, "Do you guys find the professor somewhat odd?"

"Did you?" Ron asked, and Harry looked at her puzzled.

"Just--" Hermione opened her mouth and found herself unable to describe how that sense of disconnection originated, "Hey, forget it. We've got the History of Magic test tomorrow, are you guys still going to read the storybook in class?" There was a clear dissatisfaction in her tone.

"I asked Professor McGonagall specifically, the parents are coming over tomorrow morning, Hermione, you're not planning on leaving them out to take the test alone, are you?" Ron

"No?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Actually, I-" She suddenly stopped and looked around.

"What's the matter, is someone there, Hermione?" Harry asked, sensing a vague hint of something unusual, but he failed to spot a thing.

Hermione drew her wand and pointed around a few times, finding nothing.

"Maybe I'm just mistaken." She said hesitantly.

"It's not a ghost, is it? Move on, it's over if Mrs. Norris finds you casting spells in the corridor, it's strange, this cat is getting more and more agile, Fred and George don't really dare to wander at night anymore, they're asking all around for the reason ..."

Their voices faded into the distance as Felix glanced back from the front of the Potions classroom and returned to his office, with a few more long brown hairs in his hand. He took out a half-finished Sneakoscope and made a people-finding sneakoscope using Hermione's hair that he had just acquired.

Felix stood in the fireplace and locked eyes with Valen, "I'm going out, I'm not sure if I'll be back tonight, so don't worry."

"Kiki? (Can I come?)"

"Oh, no," Felix whispered, "I don't think so." The turquoise flames rose, and he disappeared from the office.

...

For the next few hours, Felix wandered through Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, and the wizarding districts of Britain, holding a people-finding sneakoscope without any luck.

"That's clever, Miss Granger, you're hiding well."

This is already close to dusk, Felix sat in a café by the window with a huge clock tower in sight, that is Big Ben, one of the iconic buildings of London. Felix finished his coffee and asked the somewhat balding clerk at the counter, "Is there a newsstand nearby?"

"Oh, certainly, it's just around the corner ..."

Two minutes later -

Felix stood in front of a newsstand and handed the postcard with the motto to the young lady at the Newsstand, he asked politely, "Hello, do you have a similar postcard here?"

The young lady took the card and looked at it carefully for a moment, "It kind of rings a bell, a salesman recommended a whole series of postcards with famous people's quotes a few months ago, but I had already stocked two hundred sets of souvenir cards of London attractions at that time, so I didn't stock them ... Want a set?"

The lady asked, pointing to the souvenir cards of the attractions on the stall.

"Give me a set." Felix flashed a smile as the lady's words verified his last suspicion.

Felix handed her a bill and turned into an alley with a full set of souvenir cards of London attractions, and the next second, his figure appeared two blocks away. When he emerged from another alley, his hand is empty. He looked up to see a dentist's clinic on the opposite side of the alley.

Almost three years ago, he had purchased a wisdom tooth here, and Felix smiled; Mr. Granger must surely remember him deeply, a customer like him would probably be quite rare.

Felix tapped his forehead with the second knuckle of his index finger, the absence of any magical glow in the clinic didn't surprise him, he just looked around and took an extended view, his black and white perspective immediately became colourful.

He had met Granger once before she had enrolled, and he remembered that she had walked here in casual attire, which seemed to indicate that her home is not far from the clinic ...

Felix searched patiently and whispered, "I told her myself that there are no surviving cases involving long-term time travel, and if she thought she is doomed to die ... in the last part of her life, where would she stay? I should have thought of that."

Felix gazed at a faintly visible dot of light in his field of vision and curled his lips. It didn't take him much time to get to the street where the modest townhouses are located. This place is a popular choice for the middle class and the nouveau rich families - Each house is 150-200 square feet in area, and two or three stories high, with a small independent garden and garage.

Felix cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and stopped near a house, staring at the "Granger" on the door plate for a moment, then walked into the restaurant with a "24h" sign across the street, and randomly ordered a few dishes and went through his plan.

He has no intention of meeting Hermione, at least not until he has the ability to fix the side effects of long-term time travel.

Time travellers will be sheltered by the time-turner; if only an hour or two back, this "protection" would not be obvious, but if across years, decades, or even centuries, without the energy of the time-turner, their fate would be tragic.

The most obvious example is the witch who had the misfortune of going back to five centuries, when she returned to her own time she instantly became old, from the prime of life to dying, St. Mungo's tried almost everything, but the witch's body was like a bucket with many holes, all the means to make up for the loss of her life force were wasted.

Felix could only pray that the flat-headed hourglass taken from the "Herpo the Foul" had enough energy in it.

As darkness fell, Felix sat in the back of the restaurant, tapping his index finger rhythmically on the table, the customers ignored him, then a ripple spread out, his magic and thoughts soon covered the restaurant, and then continued outward until the house across the street and the neighbourhood covered.

He used his Thinking Room magic to replicate and overlap everything around him - a process much like the one he had used to build the Snowflake Gallery at the Quidditch World Cup. He looked up at the clock on the wall; it is nine o'clock at night.

A car parked across the street and a middle-aged couple stepped out of it. Felix closed his eyes as if he is standing in front of the Grangers', they are talking and laughing as they opened the gate, then parked the car in the garage, the curtain of the second-floor door moved a little.

Despite the dim light of the night, Felix clearly "saw" a furry head.

After waiting for a few minutes, he was about to stop the magic, when the second-floor window suddenly opened, and an owl flew out from inside. Under the cover of the night, no one noticed its trail. The owl, like a ghost in the night sky, circled twice over the house and flew off into the night sky.

Hermione stared at the owl for a few seconds and disappeared behind the curtains. But she didn't notice that after flying for a while, the owl looked like it had lost its way and kept circling high in the sky, then flew uncontrollably in one direction, the restaurant window opened abruptly and the owl landed straight in front of Felix.

"It's addressed to me." Felix stared at the envelope and muttered to himself, he opened the letter, it has a familiar "Ms. Jane" writing.

"... I probably will not write again, I am moving to another place. I read in the paper that you became the Trainer for two champion teams at Hogwarts as well as Safety Officer... That's amazing ... I saw the footage of the second task... The champions had to deal with tremendous pressure, I suggest you better give them a hug before the competition ..."

Felix put the letter down and said with a blank expression, "I'm so sorry I can't do what you want, Miss Granger."

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The night is young, the 24h restaurant is quiet, the waiter sitting behind the counter chairs dozed off, and the hand of the clock on the gray wall is already pointing at ten o'clock.

Hermione sat on the bed, looking through the window at the bright, clear night sky, she mentally estimated the time, almost tomorrow at noon, the owl will deliver the letter, right? This unexpected time travel will also end tomorrow.

She looked down at the time-turner tied around her neck, the dark golden sand has turned pale white, only occasionally flashed with a faint glow, Hermione remembered very well, that this phenomenon has been going on for a long while.

After a few moments of daze, she pulled a black book from under her pillow to complete today's record: "Day 72 of time travel.

"Time travel Day 72, Seventh-day at the current timeline: the closer to normal timeline, the closer the sense of reality is, much better compared to the beginning when I wandered aimlessly like a ghost ... abandoned by the whole world feels bad; When the Time-turner flash I can't touch any physical object of the time I am at and if it flashed continuously I will travel a year forward. If not for the small beaded pouch in which I stored some food, it would be impossible for me to survive those early days ... Today there are two more cracks on the Time-Turner, the reason is unknown ..."

Hermione stopped and stared at the text for a moment, then placed the book on the nightstand. Then she quietly slipped out of the room, the moment the door closed, the black book " clattered " and turned, and an illusory figure murmured, " the third task, the trophy, the door key, and the root of everything ... so it is you, Crouch Jr."

On the other hand, Hermione cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself as she stood at the top of the stairs and gazed at the couple in the living room, who are sitting on the sofa, watching TV and chatting -

"When I see Hermione tomorrow, I must question her properly, what does she mean about just helping that Harry? Helping all the competition?" Mr. Granger said angrily.

"She grew up with a lot of thinking, and you praised her a lot for her cleverness--" Mrs. Granger said, looking at him.

"So she used her cleverness to lie to her own mother and father?" Mr. Granger huffed, "You don't know what that wizard said when I brought up all my nerve to ask him about the Tournament of Champions! He said it had been discontinued for centuries because the death rate was too high. You hear that!"

"Hermione's letter said that the safety measures are in place this year ... and it got down to the last task, and we saw a safety officer in the footage, didn't we?" Mrs. Granger advised, "Why don't we ask tomorrow what the third task is, if it's too dangerous, we can discuss it with the school ..." she pursed her lips, and the anger didn't stop, "This little girl is too much when the competition is over we can teach her well!"

They rambled on for 30 minutes, before turning off the TV and heading upstairs. They passed by Hermione at the corner, and when she reached out her hand, she only caught a piece of air, in the silent world, her hand slowly dropped.

24h open restaurant.

The silver glint in Felix's eyes gradually faded, and after a moment of silence, he took out two glass vials, one large and one small. The larger one contained what looked like a slimy liquid that is bubbling gently, and inside the smaller one is a small handful of gray hair.

It is the hair of Cornelius Fudge - the Minister of Magic and Polyjuice Potion. Felix's face showed a light smile, the origin of this hair is quite dramatic - two years ago when Fudge visited to see the corpse of the Basilisk, he was accidentally poisoned and was sent to the hospital wing for treatment.

He took that opportunity to grab a strand.

The intentional act at that time saved him a lot of trouble.

Felix unscrewed the cork and dropped the ash-colour hair into the large glass vial, and the potion inside immediately boiled up, turning to an ugly greenish-grey colour the next second, like a vial of boiling cement.

"Clerk, bill please." Felix shouted while pocketing the polyjuice potion in his sleeve.

When he walked out of the restaurant, the time hit 10:30.

The London night is frighteningly silent, in spite of the noise, and Felix walked alone down the street, his booted footsteps reverberating in the darkness, his figure flickered several times as he appeared in front of a dilapidated red telephone booth.

He opened the door of the phone booth and walked inside, skilfully dialling the number 62442, and the voice of a cold woman rang out in the booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the reason for your visit."

"Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, ask the duty staff to confirm my identity." Felix said calmly, his body already transformed under the effects of the polyjuice potion into that of a short man with messy gray hair, a stubby build, and a large belly.

He waited a few seconds, and a distinctly more animated male wizard's voice heard, and his tone held an undisguised surprise: "Minister Fudge? It's really you, what's the matter with you coming over so late?"

"It's not for you to know." Felix said in a deep voice.

"Oh, of course ... but why aren't you using the exclusive fireplace?"

"I was visiting a friend's house nearby, and it occurred to me that there is an urgent matter that needs to be attended to. Do you require me to make up a procedure now?" His voice became stern.

"No, I'll let you in here ...," the voice said fearfully.

The telephone booth began to descend slowly, and the pavement outside gradually rose past the window. After a period of darkness, Felix regained his vision, and he looked around calmly; the main lobby is considerably darker than the times he came before, the fireplace on the wall is not burning, and the statue in the distance stood dark and silent in a pool of water, and there is no sound except the water flowing in the fountain.

At that moment, a rush of footsteps approached from a distance. Felix's eyes passed over the statue and looked at the male wizard running from the security checkpoint.

Coincidentally, he happened to know this man.

"Eric Munch." Felix said.

"It's me, Minister." Eric Munch said with an accompanying smile with a great degree of honour.

"I'm glad you're not sleeping in your chair." Felix looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"How can - I certainly won't - be diligent in my duties - " Eric reddened and stammered.

"Go back to your place, Mr. Munch! I'll leave from the fireplace when I'm done." Felix said.

"I understand, Minister." Eric didn't dare to breathe.

Felix nodded at him, took a few steps out, and stopped again. "By the way, is there anyone else in the Ministry who hasn't left by now?"

"I, I'm not sure ... Minister," Eric looked at him cautiously, "I guess Ms. Bones, Ms. Marchbanks, and Mr. Ogden should all be in... . And those strange people from the Department of Mysteries, er, I mean, the Unspeakable, whose whereabouts I never managed to figure out."

"It's so late - " Felix looked across the table with a frown in mid-sentence, knowing Eric would give an answer.

Sure enough, Eric's words became more respectful and humble. "Ms. Marchbanks and Mr. Ogden are working overtime on the wizarding level exam papers, they are very busy at this time of the year, and as for Ms. Bones," he raised his eyelids to look at Felix, "you transferred a group of Aurors as guards for the third task earlier, there is not quite enough manpower for that."

Felix remained silent for a moment and grunted from his nose, "I see."

He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the ninth level, and the gate closed with a thud. The lift made an ear-piercing clicking sound, and Felix exhaled slowly inside, the first step went well. As the elevator came to a stop, a cold woman's voice stated, " Department of Mysteries." The gate then opened and Felix steadily made his way out.

Passing through a dimly lit corridor, he stopped in front of a black door, the wavering firelight shining on his face, making his expression bright and dark. In his magical perspective, he saw a large glow of magic that almost blinded him.

Just as he debated whether to violently break the door, it suddenly opened from the inside. A middle-aged male wizard looked at him in surprise and froze for a few seconds, then he said with a stiff face, " Minister? Why are you ..." he said as he quietly reached toward his pocket, and the next second a Confundus Charm hit him.

"Your name?"

"Saul Croaker." The male wizard said in a trance.

"May I ask you to be my guide today?" Felix asked politely.

"Mini-ister, this is against the rules-" The male wizard suddenly covered his head, and a pained expression appeared on his face.

"Okay, another question, is anyone else in there?" Felix didn't force the male wizard to answer further, he feared that would trigger the secrecy pact of the Unspeakable.

"Bode is still in there, in the Hall of Prophecy." The male wizard's face regained its composure as he replied.

"Thank you."

Then a red light struck the male wizard, and the Unspeakable Saul Croaker slowly fell to the ground, Felix flashed in through the door as the black door closed behind him, Felix took out an Echo Bird, and the little bird shook its fiery red feathers and bounced in his hand.

"Guard here, notify me if an outsider appears or if this gentleman unexpectedly awakens," Felix instructed gently.

The palm-sized bird nodded at him, jumped on the male wizard on the ground, and got into his shirt pocket.

At that moment, Felix had time to look around, he found himself standing in a huge circular room, everything from the floor to the walls is black, and some candles with blue flames embellished on the walls, providing weak lighting.

There are no windows, only black doors neatly lined in the wall, identical to the ones behind him, twelve in total.

"Where is the Hall of Prophecy?" Felix muttered to himself, wanting to deal with the wizard called "Bode" first, but he simply didn't see any difference. After a few seconds of hesitation, he pushed open a black door.

Inside the door is a deep, sunken pit, the center of the pit is a stone platform on which an ancient arch is erected, a tattered black drapery draped on it, as it moved without any wind.

Behind the drape, there seemed to be someone standing ... someone he knew well, as if he lifted the drape he could see them. Felix circled around the archway, there is nothing behind the archway, immediately after that he heard a whisper, the voice is unique.

It seemed to be the voice of a young child, and Felix's expression fell into a trance, as he thought of his memories of the orphanage. But he may have heard it wrong because at this time the owner of the voice became a woman, she murmured softly, Felix took a step closer to hear more clearly.

The voice became audible as he got closer, and she must have been a very gentlewoman. Felix thought.

"Too bad it's a fake."

Occlumency operated automatically, he stared at the black drapery for a long time, then exited the room slowly, and the moment he closed the door, an ear-splitting roar immediately followed, and the walls began to spin rapidly. He drew his wand quickly, leaving an arch bridge mark on the door, he glanced at the mark he had left as the wall ceased moving, and then he made his way towards the door next to it.

The second room is empty, there is only the huge glass tank full of dark green liquid in the center of the room with some translucent brains floating around in it except for a table placed by the wall, Felix took a quick look at it and left.

The third room is a dark room full of planets, Felix stood in the doorway to take a look twice, then rushed to other rooms.

Next, he came to an extraordinarily high-ceilinged room, the ceiling is almost as high as a church, the room is lined with towering shelves straight into the ceiling, these shelves are filled with gray orbs of prophecy, large and small prophecy balls flashed with a faint silvery light. Felix pondered, the Hall of Prophecy ... so that Bode is here.

"Saul? Is that you?" A voice asked from afar.

Felix approached him silently, without a word - "Saul?" The voice raised its volume noticeably, and the dimly lit room suddenly lit up with the glow of a wand as a sallow-skinned, mournful man stepped out from behind a shelf, and froze when he saw Felix.

"Minister?"

"Sorry." The red light flashed and Bode slumped helplessly against the shelf. Felix then took a moment to transport the unconscious wizard to the entrance hall to keep his colleague company, while the echoing bird hid in the shadows of the chandelier above the entrance hall.

As he walked out of the Hall of Prophecy, his sense of perspective blossomed for a moment, an odd feeling of intimacy flooding over him, as if something closely related to him is hiding here ... Felix closed his eyes and walked to a shelf based on his senses.

He opened his eyes and there, at eye level, laid a silver glowing glass orb. It is brighter than those prophetic spheres around it, and quite obviously, much less dusty. As he approached, the glass orb shimmered with a noticeably faster rhythm, as if welcoming him.

Felix saw a two-year-old date on the label, followed by a string of characters: S.P.T. to H.J.P. (to be verified). After making protective preparations, he reached out and took the prophecy orb off the shelf, only to be surprised to find that it is not obstructed in any way.

Felix stared at it, the Prophecy Orb's texture felt out of place in the cold room; it is warm and bright, and when he held it, it felt like standing in the daylight basking for hours. At the same time, a hoarse voice sounded in his head--

"The unprecedented change of a thousand years ... legendary drama is thus played ... ho - the clown returns on the drumbeat, the warrior is ready to go, the lion grows old, the firebird of Nirvana ... Time! Time!"

Felix couldn't help but grip the prophecy orb tightly and listen to it again.

" Clown, warrior, Lion, Firebird ... What do they all refer to?" He didn't spend much time thinking about it, time is short, almost twenty minutes have passed since he appeared in the Ministry of Magic, so he left the place with a big stride, tracing a circle on the black door.

Felix went straight to the next room, and the moment he pushed open the door, he realized he found the right place at last - a cacophony of hundreds of ticking sounds mixed together; a beautiful, dancing light that sparkled like gems, he saw all kinds of clocks and timepieces, alarm clocks, stopwatches, travel clocks, floor-to-ceiling large wall clocks, and old sundials ... which are either hung on the wall, or on the floor, or on long tables and bookshelves.

On a closet with a glass front door, an assortment of hourglasses hung on the wall where the closet stood.

Felix, who had always been calm, showed an excited expression on his face, these are the hourglasses used in the Time-Turner, as well as - his eyes skimmed over the folders on the shelves, the drawers under the long table, and landed on a towering clock-shaped crystal jar that stood at the end of the room.

Unlike the other rooms, the crystal jar is the only source of light in this room, the sparkling, gem-like light Felix saw earlier came from it, and the jar is filled with a churning, shimmering gas stream.

That is time energy.

"Time ... time ...," Felix whispered, understanding somewhat why the prophetic orb held a special attraction to him, "because I am also a part of the prophecy." He closed his eyes, "So who am I? The lion and the firebird are impossible, the rest - is it a clown? Or a warrior? Or maybe - they all exist because of me?" His eyes snapped open and his light blue pupils turned into a deep silver blaze that burned and filled his entire eye sockets.

The dark floor covered with silver light, and all the earlier scenes were recreated by Felix in his thinking room, only this time he did his best to pull it out of his mind. Then many shadows came out of Felix's body, they are part of Felix's mind, the pinnacle of memory magic creations, these "people" scattered, and retrieved a copy of the information from the bookshelves, drawers, on the floor, or hovering, they carefully studied all of it.

Felix himself stared at the bell-shaped crystal jar, and soon, the first shadow put the folder back on the shelf and came over and merged with him. Felix's body suddenly froze, and after two minutes, he finally finished absorbing the knowledge.

Then the second and third shadows returned, and this time Felix remained frozen for five minutes, during which he resembled a statue made of stone and clay. Felix sighed and resignedly took the Ravenclaw's crown from his ring, which he hadn't used in a long time, and said to himself, " Should I say that I am lucky that Valen left this for me?" He put on the crown, and a cool sensation spread throughout his body.

More shadows approached him...

In the early morning, Felix held a floating hourglass in his hand, and the crystal jar's cover in front of him also opened, wisps of air currents injected into the hourglass - this is the harvest of his full effort all night, a mere glimpse into the field of time, but just this insignificant step is enough for him to crack the secret of how to replenish the energy of the hourglass.

He also went through the records of the Ministry of Magic's experiments on time travel - more detailed than the information collected by Nicolas Flamel, and there are even many personal descriptions made by time travellers themselves. For example, the experiences of Eloise Mintumble, who went five centuries back in time, provided a reference point; her autobiography occupied twelve parchments, and the analysis and speculation surrounding those twelve parchments occupied a full thirty drawers.

...

When Felix stopped, the hourglass floating in midair fell into his hand, the fine white sand in the hourglass coated with a golden layer of matter.

"One hourglass may not have enough energy, and two hourglasses are questionable, I should make more preparations." He turned back to the closet, staring at the hourglasses of various shapes hanging in the closet, and muttered in a small voice, "It's only a temporary loan."

He waved his hand, and the glass front door of the closet opened, and one hourglass flew toward Felix ... After an unknown amount of time, hundreds of hourglasses floated crookedly around Felix, at the cost of an empty closet and a dull crystal jar.

His magic power also left with only a trace.

At that moment, Felix jerked his head up, his eyes fixed in one direction, and the echo bird he had left behind got triggered!

He gathered the full hourglass and rubbed his face, the effects of the polyjuice potion long gone, so he draped himself in a cloak and hood as he walked out of the Hall of Time.

In the circular room, an Unspeakable is leaning down to survey the wreckage on the floor. Everything happened so suddenly, he had just pushed the door in when a fireball fell from the sky. He was startled, thinking he was under attack, and when he looked back, he spotted delicate structures in the flames.

Is it an alchemical item? Who brought it? He wondered when he suddenly felt his whole body grow dizzy, and the last image in his mind consisted of the sudden disappearance of the still-burning wreckage, and a pair of feet passing by without stopping.

Felix used human transfiguration to make himself look shorter and his face turned bright brown, and he took the elevator to the Magic Ministry lobby with a quiet sigh of relief.

Can Apparite now!

But he is in a very poor state at the moment, in case it caused a splinch, then it would be a big joke. He walked towards the fireplace area step by step, glancing at the time midway, it still isn't too late.

"Sir! Sir!"

The voice of a guard sounded behind him, trying to call out to Felix. His odd costume had aroused suspicion, but there is no choice, he had to wear his hood, who let him still wear the Ravenclaw diadem on his head, if he took it off, he would definitely faint immediately.

Felix silently quickened his pace.

"Sir! Sir--" the guard shouted twice more, watching Felix get closer and closer to the fireplace--a fire had been lit in the fireplace to accommodate the Ministry of Magic staff at work.

The guard blew his whistle urgently.

Footsteps continued to approach, and a dozen guards quickly ran toward Felix, pulling out their wands and pointing them at him.

"This guest who is hiding his head, whoever you are, immediately raise your hands!" One man shouted, and Felix's response is a dazzling red light that sent the shouting man flying far away.

"Attack!" The other guards didn't hold back as various dazzling lights came at him.

Felix applied a humanoid shield charm on himself and rebounded one spell after another. He panted slightly, stifling with a combination of physical and mental discomfort, his wand waved in a blur, three guards fell instantly, and after two seconds, two more guards fell.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the path in front of Felix emptied, and without stopping, he quickly left.

There came another burst of footsteps-

"Mr. Scrimgeour! Excellent, we've found a thug who trespassed the Ministry of Magic!" The guard exclaimed, and Scrimgeour approached with seven or eight Aurors following behind him, his face clouded with gloom, like an angry lion.

"Combat rank, highest! Teams of two, attack freely!" Scrimgeour shook his head and shouted loudly. He tossed his cane aside and fired the spell with agility.

Felix rebounded the tricky spell by flicking it away and taking a step back to avoid the two stunning spells. The magic in his body is nearly depleted, and he has to be precise with it. At that moment, a fiery fireball flies toward him with great speed, Felix glared and instantly released the shield charm, the fireball exploded with a loud bang on the shield charm.

Felix staggered out a few steps to the side and nearly fell over, an uncontrollable surge of anger welled up in his heart, attacking me with the magic I taught you?

"He's hurt!" Scrimgeour shouted, pointing to the shattered shield charm, the magic barrier stained in a blood-red colour. "Use runic magic! On my command, release it all together!"

The Aurors spread around in twos and threes, hearing the command, they outlined the flame rune with one hand and released the fire-making spell in the other hand, seven or eight orange-red fireballs the size of a human head are forming rapidly.

"Prepare--"

Felix's heart raged to the extreme.

"Buzz off!"

He violently waved his wand and his body underwent a marvellous change at this moment, as runic patterns crawled onto his face and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The fireballs in the Aurors' hands exploded out of control, forming a huge shockwave that threw them far away.

At the same time, in the magnificent lobby of the ministry of magic, the glass walls shattered to the ground with a loud "buzzing" sound, like some sort of resonance, amidst the shocked eyes of everyone.

Aurors, guards, and the Ministry of Magic employees at work went silent.

The Aurors looked at each other and waited for Scrimgeour to make up his mind. The skin on Scrimgeour's face trembled violently, he raised his one hand but hesitated to make up his mind, the man never had attacked them lethally, but if they pushed him too much...

Finally--

Felix stood in the fireplace, turquoise flames licking his body, he looked at Scrimgeour with an unfamiliar deep brown face, and with a slight bow of apology, he disappeared the very next second.

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Scrimgeour stood not far from the Fountain of Magical Brethren, a pair of yellow eyes fixed on the empty fireplace.

The whole lobby is frighteningly quiet, and every time a new Ministry of Magic employee emerges from the fireplace, he would notice hundreds of people staring straight at him, and Arthur Weasley is taken aback. He looks around, the Ministry of Magic building looked like a place where a massive battle had taken place, the floor is in shambles, and the head of the Auror's office looked like an old lion who would pounce on him the next second.

He took a step aside from the fireplace and moved over to one of the wizards on the scene and asked in a whisper, "What's going on, Arnold?"

The wizard wiped his sweat, "It's terrible, Arthur, if you had come two minutes earlier, you might have bumped into that man ..."

"You mean there was only one enemy? And he got away?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I'm telling you ..."

There came a harsh clicking sound, and Mr. Weasley looked up as the gate of the elevator slid from its center to both sides with an ear-splitting clang as a large group of people rushed out of it.

Amelia Bones walked at the front, her wand held high as she strutted over. She looked around, her eyebrows knitted together, and shouted, "Healers take the wounded to the healing room and treat them."

"Recon team! Cooperate with Auror to investigate the scene."

The Aurors present and several of the Magical Law Enforcement Recon team members in the crowd responded in a low voice.

"Kingsley, Derris! "

The two Aurors who followed behind her straightened their chests.

"Take your squad and track the target," she paused for a moment and said, "Scouting is the main focus, don't take this lightly."

"Understood!"

"Accidental Magic Reversal Squad! And all members of the Magical Law Enforcement Department!"

The people in the half of the lobby stood up straight and waited for orders.

"-Clean up the debris and junk. Those who are aware of the incident come forward and register the clues, while the others do their jobs." Only when the crowd began to move did she turn her head toward Scrimgeour, "Rufus, what have you found?"

Scrimgeour rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "I saw his face."

Ms. Bones revealed a surprised expression, "Who was it?"

"He was in disguise, I'm not sure, there's no evidence at the moment-" Scrimgeour wanted to stop.

Ms. Bones shot him a stern look, "Come with me, Rufus."

...

"I'm going to go help too, bye, Arnold." Mr. Weasley scurried off, he is also a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Goodbye, Arthur," the wizard muttered. "What a wonderful day, and I thought the war had broken out!"

"Be careful of your words, Peasegood." A cold voice said from behind him. Arnold Peasegood looked back in surprise, "Yaxley?"

"It's me," Yaxley said, "You sound like you're looking forward to war?"

The wizard's face turned red, and he retorted loudly, "What a load of bollocks!"

Yaxley laughed coldly twice, "I hope you'll be equally determined when the time comes." He turned toward the fireplace inlaid in the wall.

"Wait, where are you going?" The wizard shouted.

"Ordered to be stationed at Hogwarts," he said without looking back, "Came to pick up a few things this morning and didn't expect to see such a big show."

...

Ms. Bones and Scrimgeour made their way to the edge of the circular water pond of the Fountain of Magical Brethren, the sound of crashing water from all directions muffled their discussion, as she asked in a whisper, "You've fought him, you should have your own judgment, right?"

Scrimgeour didn't directly tell any names, he leaned on his cane and stared at the statues erected in the middle of the pond of water, a set of solid gold statues, larger than life-size. The tallest of them is a dignified male wizard, holding his wand up high. Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf.

The centaur, the goblin, and the house-elf all looked up at the two wizards with infinite respect.

"That man disguised not only his face but also his strength," Scrimgeour stared at the house-elf statue, a bubbling stream of water sprouting from its ears, "He initially displayed a strength similar to that of Alastor before he retired, I could tell he is experienced many battles and has extremely good judgment, probably he did not want to reveal his identity, so he used conventional magic ..."

He continued, "But the man's last attack was so phenomenal that I couldn't recognize what kind of magic it was."

Ms. Bones listened quietly, deep in thought, she gazed at the fountain and said slowly, "Just one blow broke thousands of pieces of glasses ... Do you think it is his normal strength or just an over-performance?"

Scrimgeour hesitated for a moment, "I think it's the former. He's very good at disguising himself."

Ms. Bones looked at him solemnly, "According to your description, the people who could meet the criteria would be very limited, I only know two of them, no ... it could be three. I'm sure there aren't many people abroad who can meet these criteria either, not to mention that it's unlikely for them to break into the British Ministry of Magic without any warning ... I need proof!"

At that moment, a stout Auror approached them together with a guard.

"Ms. Bones, Mr. Scrimge, Eric has an important lead to report!"

Both of them looked at Eric Munch at the same time, Eric's body trembled, "I, uh, I don't know if it's right ..."

"It's okay, we'll make the right call." Ms. Bones reassured him.

"Here's the thing, last night when I was on duty - I saw someone, I thought it was strange, but didn't think much of it at the time -"

"Who did you see?" Scrimgeour asked in a deep voice.

" Y-yes ..." Eric stammered, his eyes glancing over their backs to see a short, stout man approaching aggressively, his eyes widening, "Minister Fudge! "

...

"Sir, your destination is here." The driver said politely.

"Thank you." Felix said with a tired look on his face, paid the money, and got out of the cab. He took a ring from his pocket and put it on his finger, and with two flashes of light, a black wand and a brown amulet appeared in his hand.

He put the spare wand away and sat on a bench under a tree with hanging bells. A young mother pushed a stroller to enjoy a leisurely morning. The little baby looked around with two fat hands propped up, and when he saw Felix sitting on the bench, he curiously looked at him.

Felix winked at the baby, turned his hand over, and took out a vial of potion, as he gulped it into his mouth.

He stood up from the bench and walked towards a house, while donning an amulet on himself, and gently pressed it twice, the colour of his body gradually faded. Felix cheered up, "There is still one last step to go, you can definitely do it, Felix ... just need to transfer the energy, it won't take much work."

...

"I can't believe this happened?" Voldemort asked softly, as he sneered, "The Ministry of Magic has lost its status as a lord over a time."

"Master, do you need me to leak this out?" Yaxley lowered his head and knelt on the ground, his magnificent, flowing robes inlaid with gold silk just mopping the floor.

"Not yet," Voldemort said lazily, "you just need to covertly lead Fudge to turn suspicious eyes to our little friend ..."

"Why?" Yaxley asked, and the next second he trembled, " I am sorry Lord, I was not questioning you-"

Voldemort paced in front of him, Yaxley hung his head even lower, and could only see a pair of ghastly white feet, finally, the feet stopped in front of him, "My Lord?"

"I can answer that question," Voldemort said softly, "although you never reached out to me all these years Yaxley ... you've raised in the ranks and slipped into the side of my enemies after I lost power, by feigning your innocence and then continued to enjoy glory and wealth ... but when you saw me, you chose to return to my arms in the first instance, so I am willing to forgive you."

"My Lord..."

"I have a plan." Voldemort said softly: "That little friend left a deep impression on me, and when I had just gotten a little better, he suddenly rushed in and nearly ruined everything that I had. At that time, I realized that I couldn't let him grow up ..."

"Master, with your power, it would be easy to kill him."

"Oh? Is that really the case? If you really believe this strongly, why did you serve our enemies with peace of mind for so many years?"

Yaxley stopped talking.

"I have done nothing in this period of time, I have not gathered Death Eaters, I have not gathered my old troops, and before you, there is only one loyal servant by my side, so you can imagine why the great Dark Lord has to hide like a rat, right?"

"I said to that little friend, even if he and Dumbledore stand together, as long as he slightly goes against Dumbledore's ideology, their relationship will break ... I am looking forward to this scene, of course, if there is a chance, I do not mind killing him by all means."

"Yaxley, my liege," Voldemort lowered his head to stare at Yaxley, "do what you should do, I will wait for my entry..."

...

"Someone impersonated me?" In the Ministry of Magic lobby, Fudge shouted in disbelief with wide eyes. His eyes swept around quickly, as he lowered his voice, "That's impossible, I've never trusted anyone with my hair!"

"Or it could be a high level of human transfiguration skill." Ms. Bones said.

"That must be it." Fudge immediately agreed with her, stroking the button on his stomach in annoyance as his eyes moved over Bones, Scrimgeour, Auror, and the guard, "Don't spread the word about this until we find out the whole truth. Understood?"

"So ...," he stretched out his short, thick fingers and gestured haphazardly in the air, "can anyone tell me what the purpose of that man's intrusion into the Ministry of Magic was?"

"It's unclear at the moment," Scrimgeour responded.

"Not sure?" Fudge repeated, glaring at him, "Then what have you been doing all this time?"

"Waiting for news, Minister." Scrimgeour said stiffly, "There are two Auror squads currently working on it, and they are the best when it comes to investigating the whereabouts of criminals out there." He gestured around again, "Others are investigating the scene."

"Any witnesses?" Fudge asked again.

Ms. Bones, Scrimgeour, and Auror looked simultaneously at Eric Munch, the guard on duty that night, and Fudge irritably said, "I want witnesses other than him! He can't prove a thing."

"Not for now, Fudge, we need time for forensics." Ms. Bones said mildly.

"Time, time, if those reporters find out, they'll cling like flies." Fudge said with a look of disgust as he lowered his head, a strange gleam creeping into his eyes as he muttered to himself in a faintly inaudible voice: "No eyewitnesses?"

He left in a hurry, as he said before leaving, "I'll be at Hogwarts this afternoon to act as a judge, so hopefully you can come up with a good news or two before then."

...

Grimmauld Place.

"Young man, your face looks worse, you'd better visit a doctor." A kind-hearted old woman looked at Felix with concern.

"Thanks, but I'm fine." Felix muttered.

"But, your face looks whiter than my hair," the old woman said, looking at him seriously, "To be honest, I have only seen this abnormal ash colour on dead people ... Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"That's okay, ma'am." Felix said patiently, "I just stayed up too much without getting a good night's sleep."

After persuading the enthusiastic old man away, Felix walked towards the open field between No. 11 and No. 13, his mind is dizzy, but he still felt that the person just now looked familiar. He seemed to have given her a card with an enchantment?

He shook his head to keep himself from falling asleep. He had already refilled the energy of the time-turner on Hermione, at the cost of a portion of the hourglass he had brought from the Ministry of Magic crumbling into cinders.

And he nearly couldn't even use a single spell on his own. With the only remaining rational thought, he could also guess that Auror is looking for him all over London, so Diagon Alley is a big no, so he chose to come all the way here by muggle means.

Felix very laboriously squeezed into a thin wall of air, and his figure disappeared from the outside world.

"Defensive magic hasn't changed yet? That's great, Sirius." Felix said softly, and the next second, 12 Grimmauld Place appeared in front of him.

"Bang!"

An ugly, old, aged house-elf suddenly appeared in the entrance, and Kreacher said in a hoarse voice, "Welcome friend of the master, the mighty Mr. Felix Hap, the master is not at home ..."

"I know," said Felix, "just wanted to borrow his fireplace for a moment."

Kreacher bowed deeply, "The master told me to try to accommodate you, and," his voice became emotional, "I have seen Young Master Regulus's biography, so well written ... Young Master's reputation has not been tarnished ..."

"It is good that you like it."

...

Felix returned to his office without any incident, a black shadow pounced on him, he subconsciously dodged, but failed to dodge, Valen clutched his clothes.

"Kiki!"

She looked at him with displeasure.

"Oh, Valen, let me catch my breath ..." Felix covered his chest, and Valen jumped down from his arms, with one hand crossed, as she pointed at Felix with the other, and kept calling him out.

"Sorry for worrying you," Felix smiled broadly, "but I also need a favour, call Severus, and be careful not to be too conspicuous."

Valen looked at him suspiciously.

"Go ahead."

After a moment-

"What have you done now?" Snape looked at him with suspicion.

"Became a thief, was found by the master, who chased me around, but I barely made it out." Felix said lazily as he slumped on the couch, his outfit is weird, he is wearing pyjamas, yet there is a bowler hat on his head.

Snape looked at him with a strange look, and for a while he could not utter a word. It took him a long time to sneer in a sarcastic manner, " Then I need to hear about it, as I can't guess who is the owner that can make you look this bad."

"A wealthy family," Felix lightly changed the subject, "Severus, do you have a potion that can stimulate a person's full capacity?"

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"Stimulate full capacity?" Snape looked at Felix with probing eyes and clasped his arms, "What do you need it for?"

"I'm a safety officer, I can't go out looking like this, it would be too humiliating."

Snape stared at him for a moment, then asked softly, "The next time I go to Diagon Alley to buy herbs, I won't see your wanted poster, right?"

Felix rubbed his chin, "It's really hard to say ... don't look at me like that, okay, I'm joking, the truth is I've been studying magic too much." He explained in a serious manner.

But Snape simply did not believe him, but the next second, a runic pattern emerged on Felix's face, and Snape looked at the scene with amazement.

"What kind of effect do you want in the potion?"

"The best one; of course, the kind that allows me to drink it and then fight with someone." Felix chuckled, "How about a 50% discount for the sake of me being your student?"

Snape frowned, "That potion has a lot of side effects."

"I can live with that," Felix said seriously, "Severus, I need it."

After a moment of silence -

"Wait!" Snape said foully, as he swung his sleeve.

"Thanks, Professor." Felix waved behind him with a grin.

...

"Hermione Jane Granger!" Mr. Granger shouted, watching in exasperation, as his daughter looked in through the door with her head peering in.

"Oh, Dad ..." Hermione came through the door as several other champions and their families in the room watched the scene with interest. She moved in, one step at a time, and looked at Mrs. Granger pleadingly.

Mrs. Granger waved her hand and looked like she wanted to watch a good show. "I'm waiting for your explanation, too."

"How about, um," Hermione whispered experimentally, "I show you around the campus?"

The Grangers' stared at her simultaneously as Hermione stammered to finish her sentence, "You guys must be curious about this place since it's your first time here, right? I've made some preparations which you will love ..."

"And by 'preparation' you mean leaving your parents alone for most of the day?"

"I'm taking an exam." Hermione argued in a small voice.

Mr. Granger looked exasperated and Mrs. Granger looked at her teasingly, "How did I hear that Champions don't have to take exams? It was that friend Harry you've been 'helping' told us personally. You're not trying to hide from us, right?"

Hermione stood speechless.

After spending a good amount of time, Hermione barely calmed her mom and dad down as they toured around the castle before strolling along the Black Lake. On the way, they ran into Harry and Sirius, who tried their best to chat with the Grangers', but it didn't work out that well, as all they could talk about were topics like Quidditch, dueling, and adventure.

When Sirius vividly described how he had solved a troll, he received a blank and wary look instead of adoring eyes and follow-up questions about the details.

Before the atmosphere dropped to a freezing point, Sirius finally found a common topic.

"Don't worry, it won't be dangerous, their team is the one that has a high chance of winning the title! And there are safety officers ... like Felix Hap, you guys know him already? Meet him at the Leaky Cauldron? Awesome! I know him very well ..."

Harry felt strange that Hermione had been staring at him with a puffed-up face while the adults were talking.

He crept over to her, "What's wrong?"

Hermione turned her head to the side and refused to talk to him.

...

"Knocked out three Unspeakables? So the man's target was actually the Department of Mysteries?" Fudge asked from behind his desk.

"That's right, he stole all the hourglass, and half of the energy in the crystal jar is lost ..." Auror, who is responsible for the investigation, said, as the three Unspeakables who have had the misfortune of being knocked out stood silently behind the Auror, bowing their heads without speaking.

Fudge twirled his quill, and after a while, he looked up.

"What do you think that man's purpose is?" He looked to the three Unspeakables, "To travel through time? To change history?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Minister, he can't do any of that." Saul Croaker said eagerly.

"Why?" The quill in Fudge's hand paused, "He took so many hourglasses ... just hourglasses?"

"That's right!" Saul Croaker is glad that he understood that, "The man only took the hourglass in his hand, not the complete time-turner."

"What if he finds a broken time-turner from outside, and fixes it-"

"Impossible, no one can do that! Every scrapped time-turner has been double-checked by the Unspeakables, and it is impossible to fix them. We have been trying for hundreds of years without success, which resulted in fewer and fewer time-turners available ... an outsider would find it even more impossible to do it."

Fudge looked at him suspiciously.

"It's true," Saul Croaker said with rising confidence, this is his area of expertise, "and one more thing, the stolen hourglass has very low energy inside, I guess the person also realized this, that's why he risked staying all night, trying to replenish the energy - -"

" So?" Fudge asked impatiently.

"Naturally, it failed." Saul Croaker spread his hands, "No one could learn the technique in one night. So the energy inside was naturally lost ..."

"But if the hourglass doesn't work, why did the man take them all away?" Fudge asked with bull-like eyes.

"Minister, figuring out the minds of criminals is not my field, I can only give judgments based on my profession." Saul Croaker said with a shrug. "The only problem is that the security system of the Department of Mysteries is not good enough, and it's time to upgrade it."

"Thanks, Croaker," Fudge interrupted, "I'll think about it, but you have to understand that the Ministry is tight on funds right now, and if there are new donations, I'll first consider you."

A silence fell in the office.

After a long time, Fudge asked with a very hesitant expression, "Did you guys see what the man looked like?"

Bode and Saul Croaker shook their heads, all they had seen was the appearance of Felix after using the Polyjuice Potion, and both of them now looked at Fudge with a bit of a weird expression, fearing that he would suddenly pull out his wand and give them a quick blow.

"What about you, you should have seen something, at that time you meet him the time limit of the Polyjuice Potion must have passed." Fudge asked sullenly.

The third victim said with an embarrassed look on his face, "I was diverted, and the man used a vile trap ..."

Fudge lowered his head to look over his testimony, "A ball of fire that fell from the sky, burning wreckage? Yeah, vile enough indeed."

"..." The Unspeakable bowed his head in silence.

Fudge continued flipping through the report, "Got sneaked up on while looking down and only saw a pair of feet ... a pair of feet?" He looked up, "Do you remember what those feet looked like? What are the characteristics?"

The Unspeakable shook his head, "I'm sorry, Minister, I can't remember very well."

"I don't think so," Fudge showed a little smile, "at least you can get a vague outline, can't you? Like whether the footsteps were brisk enough to belong to a young man?"

...

In the evening, the young wizards dined cheerfully in the great hall, waiting for the third task to begin.

"Fudge, you've brought a bit too many people with you today." Dumbledore asked mildly

"I thought it is necessary, the Ministry of Magic has just experienced an attack," Fudge whispered, "I must be prepared."

"Ah, so that's it." Dumbledore said softly, with a look of regret on his face.

"By the way," Fudge looked around, "how come I couldn't see Professor Hap?"

"Maybe something delayed him?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

Fudge looked around, everyone is eating, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and hesitated for a moment before finally making his mind up, "Dumbledore, I need to seek your help, according to the Auror's verification, that lone attacker is terribly powerful, no worse than that person - He Who Must Not Be Named!"

Dumbledore showed just the right amount of puzzled expression.

"Dumbledore, I know we have a dispute on some issues--"

" It is not a dispute." Dumbledore said.

"What do you--mean?" Fudge looked at him in confusion.

"It's not a dispute, Fudge," Dumbledore said patiently, "Your hesitation will cause us to miss a good deal of time -"

"All right! Dumbledore," Fudge said irritably, "that is the controversy, I have already backed off and sent an Auror team to check out the Albanian forest, the results will be available soon, what I want to talk about now is another thing!"

He slapped the table so hard that the forks on his dinner plate bounced around.

The Headmasters from the other schools on the table looked over in confusion, and Fudge made a curt gesture of apology. When the others turned their heads, he came close again and whispered: "Dumbledore, I am now discussing with you how to deal with a dangerous criminal, who recklessly broke into the Department of Mysteries, and stole the time-turner's hourglass and decades of accumulated energy. My God, what an evil deed!"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, "With all due respect, Fudge, you don't seem to be in any kind of hurry."

"Of course, I'm anxious! What if he wants to tamper with history, what if he's on the side of the Dark Lord and wants to caution the Dark Lord about his death?" Fudge's temper had a tendency of being out of control again, "You should know what serious consequences it will cause!"

Dumbledore's expression got serious.

"That's it," Fudge wiped his sweat and continued, "so I'd like to ask for your help. Our purposes are the same, and I assure you that as soon as the investigation team brings back strong evidence, I will issue a warning to the public."

Dumbledore remained silent for a moment, " Do you have any leads?"

"Of course I do," Fudge said with great joy and impatience, "he spent the night in the Ministry of Magic, trying to steal energy ... he must have been exhausted, and was wounded by Auror, but unfortunately we were not able to retrieve his blood at the scene ... Anyway, this kind of injury can not be recovered in a short time, that's why I am curious about the situation of Professor Hap, I am certainly not suspicious of him, just cooperate with the investigation--"

Dumbledore's expression became more and more serious, and Fudge thought he had succeeded in his plan, and he was so happy that his eyebrows raised, but at that moment, a man came in from outside the great hall.

Fudge glared at the man, Felix's face ruddy, and radiant, without the slightest appearance of injury. He had also deliberately changed into a tuxedo and pulled out a chair to sit in an empty seat not far from them.

Fudge's face suffocated to red.

"It seems that Felix is not the person you are looking for, he is in great shape, this outfit reminds me of the ball six months ago, if there is music present, I do not doubt that he will be the most prominent one ..." Dumbledore closed his fingers and looked at Fudge with interest on his face.

"I may have gotten off on the wrong track, Dumbledore," Fudge said under his breath, his eyes dead set on Felix, as he reluctantly said, "I need to double-check."

"You're always welcome to my office, Fudge, but next time you should better bring proof." Dumbledore said, his gaze fixed on Felix as well - and unlike Fudge, his azure eyes are deep and profound.

"Time ...," he whispered.

As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the table and the crowd quieted down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I'm going to ask you all to go to the competition venue and watch the last event of the tournament. Now I would like to request the champions to depart first with Mr. Bagman."

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One by one, the champions stood up and left the room amidst the warm applause and blessings of their loved ones, Mrs. Granger held Hermione's hand for dear life, her eyes welled up with tears. "Honey, she'll be fine." Mr. Granger said, hugging his wife.

"I know, I just ..." Mrs. Granger can't able to express her emotions.

Mr. Granger's eyes turned red as he said to Hermione very emotionally, "Your mother got a little agitated ... because of the footage of the second task... We waited in front of the Leaky Cauldron pub the whole afternoon before I found a wizard in a strange costume who brought us in, and then we bought the footage after a lot of inquiry... Anyway, Hermione, we wanted to let you know, that we are proud of you."

Hermione's eyes also became moist. Harry and Ron stood at a loss for words as Sirius and Bill held their shoulders left and right. Sirius slapped Harry on the back so hard that he almost stumbled, then Sirius said to the Grangers', "There are two men on the team!"

"Yeah, right, we'll take care of her." Harry and Ron said hastily.

As they walked through the entrance hall and made their way down the steps, Hermione still remained a little down, Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Ron said, with a grumble, "Hermione, you should tell your parents some common sense about the wizarding community, don't they know that you're the strongest of us three?"

"Oh," Hermione broke into a smile, "they are under the impression that I just went to school in a different place, just like ... well, how to say? A student of the occult? I can't use magic outside of school after all ... Maybe the books I bring back every summer also reinforce that impression."

They walked carefully on the dimly lit yard, a dozen champions walked in a long line, followed by some people in the shadows on both sides.

"Who are they?" Harry looked at the side.

"People from the Ministry of Magic, mostly Aurors." Ron said, seeing Harry's puzzled look, he shrugged, "Someone has to keep an eye on every level in the maze, just in case, Professor Hap can't handle it alone ... Percy told me about it, and I have to admit, he's been making a lot of money lately."

The crowd made their way across the yard, passing near the Quidditch pitch, where several Pukwudgie carrying short bows waved at the champions of Ilvermorny.

Hermione tensed up, "We didn't consider how to deal with Pukwudgie, they're not going to appear in the maze, are they?"

Harry did not speak, just stared at the silhouette of the Pukwudgie, he is not sure. These little things used to live in the forest, so he guessed they would be like a fish in the water inside the maze? He vaguely remembered that the Pukwudgies' bows and arrows are quenched with poison ...

" Do you have any antidote with you, Hermione?" He asked.

"Yes, I brought it, I prepared quite a lot ... but to be honest, it might not be something we could use if we do get sneaked upon." Hermione said as she touched her little beaded pouch.

They remained silent throughout the rest of the way, as they walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest -a path that became more familiar to them - Before turning around a corner, Harry took one last look behind him, the path they had taken before is covered with dense dots of light, a bright light from the wands as the people in the great hall also came out, because they are so far apart, he couldn't hear a single sound.

But Harry could well imagine how excited they are, Seamus and Dean are probably excitedly talking about what will be in the maze, they have been doing so for months; Ginny is probably with Luna, but he really can't guess what they will talk about, maybe about some strange creature 'that has not been discovered yet'?; As for Neville, he had asked Hermione for a list of spells some time ago, and he would surely shine in next year's dueling class ... And Malfoy, he might be gnashing his teeth!

This last thought gave Harry a little boost, "Oh dear!" Hermione groaned next to his ear.

Harry followed her line of sight and his heart shook. In front of him, there is a tower-shaped building that is just a little smaller than Hogwarts Castle, and he can only see the solid triangular prism built with black stone stacked straight upwards, and the space between them is filled with impermeable thorns and bushes. The building is at least a hundred feet high, and Harry secretly estimates how many floors the maze will have.

The people in front of them stopped, Bagman waited for them to gather and led them towards the side of the huge building. They walked through the sparse forest to a clearing where a huge silver tent stood, faintly glowing in the darkness.

Harry fell into a bit of a trance for a moment, he seemed to have gone back to the first task when they had to work together to cope with a dragon ... but now it feels like that seemed to have happened ages ago.

"Well," Bagman said happily, "you should not be unfamiliar with this place, we have built the maze tower used for the competition on its original surface. The school administration has prepared two areas, but I thought the familiarity would make you feel at home ..."

Everyone stared at him.

Bagman looked at the crowd gleefully as if he wanted a compliment or two, and an awkward silence followed, so he had to give up on the idea. "So, uh, let me read out the rules, you need to break through the maze, there are seven levels, the higher you go up the smaller the size and the top level has no traps arranged with only one trophy in it."

"The use of dark magic is forbidden, and the use of potent spells against people is forbidden ..."

He said everything in one breath over a period of ten minutes, Harry listened to it with some annoyance, they analysed these things many times, and finally, Bagman got to the point.

"The order of entering the maze will be presented next. According to the rules," Bagman glanced at Harry, "the two Hogwarts teams will share an average score, but since they came in first and second place, there is no need for that. It is only necessary to enter based on the highest score order-"

At that moment, the curtain of the tent lifted from inside.

"Bagman, the trophies have been put in place."

"Thanks, Yaxley. This should have been my job, but as you can see, I am occupied ..."

Yaxley flashed his teeth and squeezed a raw smile from between them, "You're welcome." The man disappeared into the tent.

"Okay, the trophies are in place, next I'll introduce the guards of the maze. They're all from the Ministry of Magic, well, except for Felix, the guards don't show up easily, even if you've fainted."

The champions looked at each other. "So in case an unconscious champion is discovered by a wandering beast-" one of Beauxbatons' champion, the girl named Jacqueline Bourgeois, asked, and other champions nodded their heads, sharing the same doubt.

"Ah, that's where the guards come in," Bagman displayed a smile, "they'll watch from the sidelines and won't make a move unless your lives are really in danger. If the unconscious person is lucky enough to meet his companion, then he can still continue the game ..."

The curtain of the tent lifted once more. Kingsley and Felix walked out in a pair.

"The spectator area is fully seated, Ludo. In five minutes, the champions can be assigned to enter the maze, and the staff will take them in through the different entrances." Kingsley said stoically.

"Great," Bagman said happily, "I can't wait to host the game."

"Wait, different entrances?" Byers of the Ilvermorny team asked.

"There are four entrances, and which one you enter is determined randomly; the only restriction is that the same team must be separated." Felix answered gently.

"That's right." Bagman echoed, "So-" He looked around.

"May I say a few words?" Felix asked lightly.

"Oh, what - sure." Bagman said.

Felix stood in front of the champions and swept his eyes over each of them, "You have all worked unimaginably hard this year and gained a great deal at the same time, - strength, friendship, courage, cooperation, trust ... Although the third task is incredibly difficult, I believe you can successfully overcome the difficulties, and for that, you just need to mobilize your wisdom, trust your companions, and most importantly - don't give up hope even in the worst-case scenario."

"Today is just one of the important points in your lives, not the end - Time is on your side."

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