A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 487: Death testimony

"Professor, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Felix got up from the ground, Harry quickly found him a chair and sat down, he closed his eyes and panted slightly. The three looked at Felix worriedly. The professor seemed to have recovered from the terrible state before, but the recovery was not complete. His face, neck, and hands... would be transformed into dense runes from time to time, and then In the next second, it becomes a complete skin again, and the process repeats itself.

"I'm not familiar with this state, so in order not to scare people, I won't go out for now... Go to Principal Dumbledore and tell him what happened."

Felix opened his eyes, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were taken aback. The professor's light blue pupils were replaced by countless runes, and there seemed to be two shrunken runes in the eye sockets. ball. When he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, and his body began to flicker again.

The three looked at each other.

"Obviously, the professor needs time to master the new power, and someone must be here during this time." Hermione said.

"I'll go, you and Ron stay here," Harry decided after a brief pause, "you're all hurt"

"As if you weren't the one who got the Cruciatus Curse several times." Ron grinned.

Harry smiled back. "At least my legs are still fine, and" he hesitated, not sure: "Actually, later on, I felt that Voldemort's spell didn't affect me so much, it was like... as if my body was Gradually adapt to the damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse..."

Ron and Hermione stared at him suspiciously.

Ron said anxiously: "Harry, you'd better see Madam Pomfrey, I heard that receiving the Cruciatus Curse many times can cause serious side effects"

"You think I'm crazy?" Harry stared, Ron looked away from him, and muttered softly, "At least it's not a bad thing to make sure."

"Maybe it's the protective magic that exists in Harry's blood," Hermione said cautiously, "Let's not make random guesses. To be honest, I'm a little flustered that Headmaster Dumbledore isn't here. She glanced at Felix carefully, covering her pocket where the ring he had given her was in.

The professor's previous excuse was that there were some contraband in the ring, and in order to guard against the Ministry of Magic's inspection, it was temporarily handed over to her for safekeeping. She didn't think much about it, but now that she was out of danger, she began to think, if it was just a general cooperation with the investigation, would it be necessary to do so?

Harry nodded and walked towards the door. When he was about to lift the curtains of the tent, Hermione stopped him.

"Wait, Harry"

Harry turned to see Hermione looking at him seriously.

"You know how to say it?"

"Know what?" Harry didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

"Time-Turner," Hermione reminded him.

Harry suddenly realized, yes, Hermione went back to the past and revised the history... No, according to the materials he read recently, there are only two results of using the Time Converter:

Either the failed user suffers backlash and will pose a threat to the 'time' from the past to the present;

Either everything a successful user does during time travel will become a part of history, which is a complement to history. It's like "fate", but Hermione explained to him that the so-called "fate" is actually because the user succeeds, and if it fails, it will cause extremely serious consequences like Heloise Mintab.

Then what should he say? Harry thought about it seriously, and soon came up with a solution. It's actually very simple, just omit the process of Hermione using the converter. As for how the professor managed to "resurrect from the dead", he didn't know either. Maybe it's a special magic, I shouldn't know it, right?

Harry suddenly remembered a detail, Little Crouch obviously recognized the Time Turner, and wanted to break the secret... That's why the professor chose to kill him in the first place? Harry was somewhat repulsed by killing, but immediately blamed himself for being weak. This is war, he told himself, not to mention that little Crouch had done so many bad things. The deeds of Death Eaters and Aurors that Professor Moody asked students to read aloud in class are vivid...

He had never before realized that the war was so close to him. Harry suddenly became sentimental, knowing that he would have to wait another month before his fifteenth birthday.

The night sky is full of stars, on his left is the dark majestic maze castle, standing silently in the darkness, and on the right is a high arc-shaped grandstand, his eyes are squinted, and there are figures walking everywhere on the ground.

He saw two big, burly men who were several times larger than the others, as if they had cast a swelling spell. They must have been Hagrid and Madame Maxime, and not far from them, Harry saw a tall, lanky silhouette with a translucent silver beard fluttering casually in the cool night breeze... It was Dumbledore, Harry's heart Quickly calming down, he dragged his tired feet and moved over step by step.

"The surrounding Forbidden Forest has been searched, but no clues have been found!" Hagrid waved his arms very irritably, "I asked the centaur to help find it, but there is no news..."

"You heard it too, Connelly, the specific situation is still unknown...I'm afraid we can only wait in peace." Dumbledore said quite calmly.

"How do you make me feel at ease, Dumbledore?" Fudge yelled, "The three warriors who just won the championship of the Tournament disappeared collectively, and they still don't know if they are alive or dead... What will those reporters write tomorrow?"

"Connelly, it doesn't matter how the reporter writes, what matters is the meaning behind this incident"

"What's the point?" Fudge asked immediately.

"Isn't that obvious enough!" an angry voice roared into Fudge's ear. Fudge was startled, he turned around, Mad-Eye Moody was standing next to him at some point, his heavy body leaning on his crutch, the magic eye was staring straight at him.

"I'm sorry, I don't see it," said Fudge coldly, casting a disapproving glance at the Aurors behind him, who had clearly failed in their duties.

"Think about why I was used as a puppet? And who threw the names of Harry Potter and his two friends into the Goblet of Fire?" "It hit the ground with a loud crashing sound.

"You mean Barty Crouch Jr.?" Fudge frowned, "but he has escaped, and a third of the Aurors have been following him during this time, except tonight..."

"So you thought the matter was over? Little Crouch and the forces behind him tried so hard to get Harry out of the school, so they gave up so easily? Didn't what happened today make you vigilant? "

Moody spat on the floor so hard that Fudge flushed.

"Alastor is right, Connelly, you cannot turn a blind eye to the approaching danger. I can almost conclude that we are in a huge conspiracy." Dumbledore said softly.

"Conspiracy?" Fudge repeated the word, Harry was standing behind the crowd, the moon was not bright tonight, Fudge's face was shrouded in a large shadow, which made him look far from the summer vacation of his second grade, As amiable as Harry had met him in the Leaky Cauldron, even though they were discussing Harry's illegal blow-up of his aunt.

"I know what you're going to say, and it's an old saying again...I told you at the dinner that I have dispatched an elite team, and everything depends on their investigation results." Fudge said impatiently , "If you have to talk about conspiracy, I would like to ask, where did that Felix Hemp go? You have been evasive, Dumbledore..."

"I think," Dumbledore said calmly, "Felix may have a special sense of the whereabouts of Potter, Weasley and Granger. He is very good at making all kinds of gadgets. Crucial moments can often play a huge role...for example, the amulet he gave me at Christmas helped me a lot.”

"I don't have time to listen to your ramblings"

"I'm just giving you an example," said Dumbledore gently, "On the contrary, I'm also curious that there seems to be one less guard coming out of the maze castle? Where did he go?"

Fudge turned to look at the two Aurors behind him, one of them nodded to him, and said softly, "Yaxley is gone."

"That doesn't mean anything," said Fudge immediately, "maybe he's found something unusual... Add him to the search list," he said to the Auror. The Auror nodded and turned to leave.

"The Yaxley you're looking for is a Death Eater!" Harry couldn't help it anymore, he shouted from behind.

The people standing in front were taken aback. Jacqueline, one of Beauxbaton's warriors closest to Harry, jumped up in fright. Seeing the dark and dusty Harry, he backed away again and again.

There was a commotion among the crowd. "Harry is back!" a voice yelled, "He's back alive!" The news spread with jaw-dropping speed, as people kept approaching, and footsteps came towards him from all directions.

People raised their wands, trying to see more clearly, and the dense spots of light made Harry dizzy. There were gasps and screams one after another. He heard Mrs. Weasley's unique voice among the many voices, And Hagrid's roar of excitement.

Then, a pair of powerful arms grabbed him, Harry tried to open his eyes wide, it was Dumbledore.

"Are you all back?" he asked quickly.

"Yes," said Harry, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Sirius and Lupine trying to squeeze over.

"So, Felix succeeded?" He continued to confirm in a low voice.

"What is it?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in astonishment. He blinked mischievously and silently mouthed: Time-Turner.

Harry was too shocked to speak. But Dumbledore seemed to read the answer from his expression, his voice regained his calmness and composure, and asked with a normal volume: "Have you met Voldemort?" The people around were startled by this question, they At the same time, he stopped pushing forward and looked at Dumbledore and Harry intently.

Harry noticed that Fudge's eyes were staring as big as bulls.

"Yes! Principal Dumbledore, we met Voldemort, who was resurrected a few months ago! He was the one who planned tonight's conspiracy, and" Harry suddenly remembered something, "Yake Sly! He modified the destination of the Portkey trophy!"

The people rushing over were once again commotioned uncomfortably, spreading to a wider area, hundreds of people around took a breath at the same time.

"Are you sure?" Fudge rushed over like a bull, clutching Harry's collar tightly, spitting all over the place, "Are you sure? Where's Hemp? Where's Felix Hemp? He did What?"

"He saved us!" Harry exclaimed angrily.

"Is everyone alive too?" Fudge asked with a rough nostril.

Harry suddenly didn't want to answer Fudge's question, but he saw the Weasleys and the Grangers in the crowd, their eyes sparkling with fear and hope. So he said loudly: "That's right! Ron and Hermione are both alive and well! Except for the Death Eater, I don't know if he died in the aftermath of the battle."

Mrs. Granger screamed and passed out immediately. Mrs. Weasley was better, just sobbing loudly, and their relatives were beside them softly soothing.

"Madam Pomfrey, please come here," said Dumbledore in a deep voice, grabbing Harry's shoulders, and Fudge's hand released like an electric shock, "there are some people here who need treatment. Minerva, help me." Take care of the Grangers."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

At this moment Hagrid squeezed in, followed by Sirius and Lupine, and came to Harry along the huge gap Hagrid had walked through.

"Are you hurt? Harry, are you hurt?" Sirius wanted to see something from Harry, but Harry was dirty, as if he had been rolling in the dirt for half an hour . He couldn't see anything.

"It's nothing," Harry whispered, "just a few Cruciatus Curse..."

"Hiss! That's the Cruciatus Curse!" Sirius yelled, "Why didn't you say it earlier!" hold up.

"I'll do it," said Hagrid gruffly, holding Harry in his arms like a baby.

"No, wait," Harry struggled desperately in Hagrid's arms, "Principal Dumbledore, Professor Haip, Ron, and Hermione are still in the makeshift tent, Professor Haip... he, uh... ...he is dealing with his injuries and doesn't want to be disturbed by others..."

"I see~IndoMTL.com~ Dumbledore said, "I'll set up another makeshift tent next to it. "

Hagrid, Sirius, Lupine, Dumbledore and a group of people walked towards the temporary tent, and the crowd followed silently. They all wanted to get a definite result...Fudge stayed where he was, with a hesitant expression on his face .

At this moment, the Auror who had just left came back and whispered something to Fudge. Fudge's eyes widened in surprise, and he opened and closed his mouth several times.

"Wait, Dumbledore!" he yelled.

"Fudge," said Dumbledore impatiently for the first time tonight, "you have also seen their condition. They need medical treatment, not interrogation by the Ministry of Magic. If you want to get the truth of the matter, you might as well Stay tonight, we will listen together tomorrow morning"

"No, Dumbledore, you'd better listen to this," Fudge looked confused and relaxed, pointing at the Auror, "tell me the news you got again."

The Auror was watched by everyone, and he stammered: "I just got the news that Yaxley found him, he, he died, but before he died, he told us...he said, everything is fine. It is the conspiracy of Felix Haip, he is the culprit!"