A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 471: Undercurrent surge

"Yeah, I know it sounds stupid," sighed Hermione, "but Mum asks me to send back at least two letters a month, and it's hard for me to make up a good reason for that. It's not your divination homework"

"How did I not know about this? You never borrowed Harry's Hedwig or my piglet," asked Ron.

"Because I used the school's public owl, don't interrupt!" Hermione stopped at the door of the lounge, "Well, you know, the two of us combined are not as famous as Harry's little finger, I The brief that only mentioned Harry's name was easily found and sent home."

A sudden look of embarrassment appeared on Harry's face.

Ron stared at her and said bitterly, "Thanks for the reminder, your analogy is 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 hastily, "You'd better tell them the truth, I don't think they want to miss this important moment."

Ron agreed with Harry. "Think about it, if next year they learn all this from the clerk at Lihen Bookstore, that their daughter has participated in a dangerous event with a very high mortality rate... They will definitely chase you to the ends of the earth, at least they will send you A howling letter."

"Oh, they won't." Hermione said lightly, "The most they can do is threaten to never straighten my teeth."

In the portrait at the door, Violet, who came as a guest, whispered to the fat lady, "Do Gryffindors always talk like this?"

"I'm just a portrait," said the Fat Lady with a shrug.

"Banana fried dough." Hermione blushed slightly, "The password is banana fried dough."

"My favorite." The fat lady said with a smile, the portrait moved away in front of them, and when they walked in, they could still hear the fat lady talking to her good friend, "Gryffindor students are very happy." Okay, except that I'm a little out of touch..."

After they entered the lounge, Ron said dissatisfiedly, "Is she talking about herself? You should really ask how she sings the opera like no one else, uh, better not ask her to write me in In the opera."

Harry couldn't help laughing out loud. The story of Ron sneaking into Room 7 trying to get an invitation card for a Prep Warrior was written into the Fat Lady's new song.

Afterwards, Fred and George commented on the song. They agreed that the Fat Lady had the habit of exaggerating the facts.

Sitting in the chair, Hermione turned out the textbook, but she couldn't write a single word. Before turning off the lights, she finally made a decision, "You are right, I will write to my family tomorrow."

…

Felix flipped through the newspaper for the new day, and the headline on the front page today read "Trouble! Minister of Magic in the Vortex of Public Opinion".

"Since the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, broke the bribery scandal at the beginning of the month, he has been in the whirlpool of public opinion. It is an open secret that Fudge has dealt with multiple pure-blood families. He has more than A time to show off your personal friendship with those ancient families, and use their intricate network of relationships and influence to stabilize your power.

Fudge reiterated several times that he did not use power for personal gain.

'I do receive some generous donations and they go to good causes! I can show the evidence, you don't know how much energy I put into the Quidditch World Cup and the Tournament! ’

But when the reporter asked what he had done without the contributions of the former director of the International Magical Cooperation Department Barty Crouch and the director of the Sports Department Mr. Ludo Bagman, Minister Fudge said: Let's avoid talking about it.

Five months after the appearance of the Dark Mark, the Ministry of Magic did not produce much convincing evidence except for posting a wanted poster of a dead person all over Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. This makes us wonder, is our minister really fit to be in that position? Was he half as capable as he boasted?

The reporter then interviewed several people, and their opinions seemed to represent a certain trend.

Xenophilius Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, declares that our Minister has a secret army consisting entirely of Heliopas. Burnt to the ground. This army will play an important role at critical moments, and of course it does not rule out secretly solving competitors;

Professor Geselda Marchban, the director of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, said that Fudge was like Dumbledore's tail in the first few years of his tenure, 'Of course he completely fell to the pure-blood family after his power became stable. ’

Tiberus Ogden, patriarch of the Wizengamot, did not think highly of Cornelius Fudge either. He preferred to call it 'Lucky Fudge', citing the fact that the man who was the most vocal candidate to succeed the Minister for Magic at the time suddenly revealed that his family members were Death Eaters. But if combined with the testimony of Mr. Lovegood, perhaps Fudge has more than one secret army.

In addition, the imprisonment of the former director of the International Magic Cooperation Department is also extremely suspicious. The reporter found out that he was originally sentenced to life imprisonment. No one knows whether this is a blow from political opponents, but a few days ago the Wizengamot was secretly interrogated Barty Crouch was arrested, and his sentence was changed to three years. He was charged with using power for personal gain and abusing public power. "

…

"Nonsense!" said Fudge furiously in the office, and he read out the names on it through gritted teeth: "Lovegood, Marchban, and Ogden, very well..."

"Minister," Umbridge squinted his baggy eyes and said in a tiresome tone, "these clowns' words can't shake your position at all, they don't have any evidence!" She said with a smile, "On the contrary, you They can be held accountable.”

"What can I do? The mouth grows on them." Fudge hesitated.

"Isn't it easy to pick faults, especially Marchban and Ogden, they both work in the Ministry of Magic, as long as we have a little bit" Umbridge suddenly shut up, with a broad, toad-like face Turning to the door, he said in a soft voice: "Yaxley? You seem to be a different person when you came back from vacation. You should have knocked on the door first."

"I'm sorry, Minister." Yaxley said, without any apologetic expression on his face, "I am sending a document urgently, which is the list of guards for the third project of the Tournament, Scrimgeour and Burns Ma'am has already signed, and it's up to you." He walked forward slowly, put the document in his hand on the table, and looked at the two silent people from the corner of his eyes.

He slowly retracted his arms, stood up straight and said, "You know, I just overheard your conversation."

Fudge's eyes widened.

"I'm your man, Minister," Yaxley said reassuringly.

"Are you my man?" Fudge repeated, staring at the other side with probing eyes, taking out a quill and signing the document without looking at it. "Dolores makes sense. You seem to be a different person. You don't usually say such things."

Yaxley shrugged. "The situation is different, Minister. I was neutral before, but... I thought a lot during the two days of vacation. I think it's time to make a choice."

"You are because of Felix Hemp"

"Not only, Minister," said Yaxley, "not only because of him. This is not a personal grudge, but two different camps against pure blood and non-pure blood. I smell the breath before the final battle, Hap We are playing the role of fierce pawns, if we do nothing, maybe we will all disappear in a few decades.” He became extraordinarily talkative today, “As one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, although the Yaxley family It has fallen, but the background of pure blood has never been wealth, but it has been inherited from the ancient magic contract... Today, the Yaxley family receives a dividend every year. Although the amount is not large, I can rely on this contract Walk into the door of any pure-blood family."

"Wait! Should Gringotts be counted as one?" Fudge said slowly, "I have read some information. At the time when we fought the goblins the most intensely, both sides suffered heavy losses. Some families facilitated peace talks, The goblins have also gained a special status."

Yaxley smiled, but said nothing.

"Which families are standing behind you?" Fudge said, he suddenly became interested, because of the previous revelations, one-third of the families closely related to him left him, and without the support of these people, he The sense of insecurity is at its peak.

"It's not important." Yaxley said mysteriously, but now Fudge didn't dare to underestimate him. The names of families flashed in Fudge's mind, especially those who had the most fierce attitude towards Muggles. One, although they suffered heavy losses in the last war, they are also a powerful force when united.

"Who are you targeting?" Fudge asked.

Yaxley looked surprised. "Come on," Fudge said impatiently, "don't say you don't have conditions."

Yaxley smiled.

"Dear Minister Fudge, have you ever played wizard chess?" He said softly, "The most annoying piece on the chessboard is a **** that touches the opponent's bottom line, it will be promoted to become a knight, a bishop, a castle, and even... A rampant queen."

"No!" Fudge yelled, "You don't know how aggressive he is, and Dumbledore will definitely protect him"

"Then use the most legitimate reason," Yaxley said, looking at Fudge, "Minister, don't forget, you represent the order of the British wizarding world. As long as the reason is sufficient, even Dumbledore Lido will also be used by you."

"Just cause." Fudge thought thoughtfully, and handed him the signed document.

…

"We still need to find a good reason to oust Fudge." Felix sighed and put away the newspaper. He knew very well that what he did before would at best only disgust Fudge and lower his public opinion, and at the same time, the "Future World" company could also take the opportunity to get out of trouble.

But if you want to bring Fudge down in a short time, unless Voldemort stands at the entrance of the magic department and throws a party. Or he kills the door.

If this happened, Dumbledore would definitely be the first to refuse. If things go wrong, everything he owns now will be in vain, the professorship, the Merlin Medal, the Wizengamot membership, the "Future World" company, and these people he knows...

"Is there any way to get it done once and for all?" Felix pondered, he and Fudge were surprisingly consistent in their thinking, and they were both afraid that if they failed to fight the tiger, they would suffer instead.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," said Felix, and the door opened, revealing a furry head.

"Hi, Professor," Hermione flashed in.

"Would you like to borrow Mr. Nick Flamel's information about the time-turner?" After hearing Hermione's explanation of the purpose of coming, Felix asked very interestedly, "Why?"

"Oh, uh" Hermione looked at him hesitantly.

With a smile, Felix let several plates of candied fruit fly out from the distant cabinet and landed on the small table, "Have you made up a reason?"

Hermione sat down on the couch very deflated.

"That's right, the broken time-turner that Varen gave me as a Christmas present may...probably...can be repaired. I want to try it out."

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"So, you found the time energy?"

"Time energy? What is that?" Hermione's eyes widened, and she was very excited. Sure enough, every time she came to the professor, she would gain something new, and she heard a new vocabulary.

"I named it myself," said Felix, "well, to be precise, it was inspired by Mr. Nick Flamel's notes." He recited:

"There is a unique energy contained in the Time Converter, which is hidden in every grain of the hourglass. They themselves are the most precise containers. This is the conclusion that 'I' reached after repeatedly disassembling and trying to repair it .Unfortunately, I have no way to verify it. Maybe there will be an answer to the question in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic..."

"Wait! Department of Mysterious Affairs?" said Hermione in surprise, "I've heard that name before... at the Quidditch World Cup camp, Mr Weasley mentioned the Reticent Man who worked there. "

Felix nodded approvingly.

"So the time energy is hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure, Miss Granger." Felix said, "The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious department in the entire Ministry of Magic. Mr. Nick Flamel spent a lot of time probably longer than a normal person's lifetime To explore the secret of time. But he is missing the most critical thing, that is time itself."

Hermione felt that she was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere, and her voice couldn't help but soften, "I tried time travel many times, when I was in the third grade."

"The longest backtracking time that will not cause serious damage to the traveler and time itself is five hours, and requires the use of a spell called the 'Hour Reversal Curse', which was obtained by Mr. Nick LeMay Information, but both he and I have serious doubts about this statement, because it means a stable technology for manufacturing time converters. And a large number of facts prove that the total number of time converters is getting smaller and smaller..."

"Then why are they still"

"To the students?" Felix asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded slightly.

"I guess it's not very useful, and they also need the students to use the time-transverter data for minimal research." He stood up, walked into the back room, and came out after a while. Felix held a magic handbook in his hand, "These are some cases collected by Nick. Delusion to change time will get backlash. Once the energy that protects you disappears, the result is often not good."

"Heloise Mintab used the time converter to go back to five centuries ago in her time, and a serious error occurred in the middle. It was not ejected by time until the energy in the converter was exhausted. She Suffering serious injuries to his body, he died not long after at St. Mungo's. This was not the first experiment conducted by the Ministry of Magic, but it was the last, and all related experiments have since been discontinued."

"She's from the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked sharply.

"The Silencer, I guess so." Felix said, "In addition to the impact on herself, the disorder of time has also spread to the outside world. She has seriously changed the trajectory of some people's lives ~IndoMTL.com~ Let They became people who were never born. And in the next few days after she was ejected, the first Tuesday lasted two and a half days, and the Thursday was only four hours... The Ministry of Magic had to use a stone that has never been born in history. Asteroids that never existed have deceived the world, and paid a huge price for it.”

Hermione looked surprised. "I read from the book that a rare celestial phenomenon occurred at the end of the 19th century, which not only caused the polar day and subsequent heavy rain, but also caused a large number of people to have short-term sense of time confusion and instrument failure..."

Felix shrugged, "Fortunately, technology was not advanced in that era, and it was raining continuously... I suspect that the rain was also caused by the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione felt that some of her ideas had been subverted.

"So, why do you think you have a chance of fixing the Time-Turner?"

"Harry has an hourglass in his hand from Varen, from the altar where the despicable Helbo hides Horcruxes..."

"Valen?"

At this moment, Varun came out of the bedroom, and when he heard someone calling it, he couldn't help but raised his head in doubt, "Haw?"