A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 488: Unpredictable

In the temporary tent, Ron sat on the chair with his feet weighed, and heaved a sigh of relief, "This night has been really long."

"Yeah," said Hermione absently.

"Have you got anything to eat?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked back at him.

"Hermione, I didn't eat much for dinner." Ron spread his hands and said aggrievedly, "If I don't eat any more, I will starve to death before Madam Pomfrey comes over."

"Eat, eat, eat, you will know how to eat."

It was only after Hermione angrily dug out the beaded packet, took some snacks out of it and tossed it to Ron, that she realized that she had just lost her temper for no apparent reason.

"Don't worry, Hermione, the professor is dead and resurrected, and nothing will happen now," Ron understood her thoughts, and after comforting her, he looked at the packing bag in his hand and asked: " What is this?"

"Potato chips and chocolate," said Hermione.

"I've never seen it before..." Ron muttered in a low voice. He tore open the packaging bag, picked up a piece of potato chips and looked at it for a long time, put it in his mouth, and then his eyes lit up.

"Muggle snacks," Hermione explained.

"It tastes really good," Ron sighed contentedly. "You ate this when you were a child? I'll try chocolate again... Hey, it's not bad, but I think the taste of chocolate frog is better."

After a while, he finished eating.

"Any more, Hermione?" Ron couldn't help asking.

Hermione flipped through it carefully, "The rest are compressed biscuits, which have no taste"

"It's okay!"

For a while, the only sound left in the tent was the sound of Ron eating.

"Click, click."

"How long do you think the professor will keep this state?" Hermione asked worriedly, Felix was like a luminous statue at this moment.

"Well... I don't know, Dumbledore will be here in a while, you can ask him... Kacha Kacha..."

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent.

"Someone's coming," said Hermione.

"Great," said Ron.

"I'll go and have a look." Hermione was a little worried, she stood up and walked towards the curtain of the tent.

…

After an unknown amount of time, Felix opened his eyes and slowly scanned his surroundings.

There is no one in the tent.

He barely suppressed the boiling magic power in his body, so that they would not be too active.

He has just experienced... no, until now, all kinds of magical changes are still going on, first of all, magic power, like boiling water, the state has become extremely unstable, far beyond what he has experienced The magic riot, even now, the magic is like a gurgling stream, constantly flowing; followed by the body, the magic surges in every corner of the body, and causes his flesh, skin, and bones to mutate.

This mutation seems to touch the essence of life and the essence of magic power. Felix believes that his body itself is a huge treasure, waiting for him to dig.

Until then, his heart was completely let go.

Felix thought calmly, even if he didn't want to admit it, he was still a little weaker in the battle with Voldemort. In fact, the two should be evenly matched, but Voldemort's Killing Curse is surprisingly powerful. Even the green light gave him a creepy feeling.

Never be hit, this is what his survival instinct told him. But then he had to do it, there was no other choice. The phantoms created by magic puppets and thinking huts cannot fool a wizard as powerful as Voldemort.

He had to really die once.

Unless he wants to watch other people die...

"Everyone has the right to choose. I made a choice, Ms. Jane, goodbye." Felix said softly.

There was a muffled noise coming from outside the tent, and he also heard the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of people, but Felix didn't pay attention at all, he was attracted by his own changes, he raised his left hand, Every grain of the palm is flowing with crystal clear light.

Under his gaze, the book of rune text appeared out of thin air, and the pages turned with a "crash", and magic phantoms appeared one after another. Felix's heart moved. Countless runes gushed out, and ancient magic could be formed in an instant without him taking the initiative to condense them.

"It turns out that the Book of Runes should be used with the transformed body." Felix thought about it, and he could try it when he found a chance. He put the book of magic text into the palm of his left hand and blended it into his body. The trouble that the book of magic text had nowhere to be placed before was unexpectedly solved.

At this moment, the noise outside was getting louder, and he heard Hermione's sharp voice, Harry's annoyed shout, Dumbledore's calm retort, and Fudge's exasperated shout, accompanied by disturbed There was commotion, and everything seemed chaotic.

"Fudge..."

Felix's eyes flickered. He expected this scene. Sooner or later, it would happen either today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. To avoid this kind of day from continuing, Felix made some preparations in advance.

"Dobby," he said softly.

A loud cracking sound was confined in a small space, and the sound echoed in the temporary tent, unable to spread out. Felix withdrew his hand and looked calmly at the house elf who suddenly appeared.

Dobby was still dressed the same way, but with a big bag on his back.

"So, Voldemort and the Death Eaters have left?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Haip! You guessed it right!" Dobby shivered when he heard the name, and then his big eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help looking at him with admiration. He said, "I never thought that Dobby would be able to participate in such a great event. Dobby, Dobby is really honored."

"But, but..." He glanced at Felix cautiously, and opened the back pocket, "A few of them were unfortunately damaged."

"It's not your fault, I've already prepared for this." Felix said.

In the bag are some small hand-held cameras and their fragments, um, Muggle products, without any trace of magic. Future World Company purchased a batch in bulk for research, and got a discount because of the large quantity.

Felix placed some far around the graveyard while Harry was under the Cruciatus Curse. Given the amount of damage Graveyard Wars did to the environment, it's entirely understandable to lose some.

"Dobby collected all the pieces he could find, maybe it can be repaired." Dobby said, puffing out his chest.

"...You did a good job, Dobby." Felix glanced at the completely broken tape in the bag, and he didn't know if it could be repaired with magic.

He leaned over to pick up a complete video camera, fiddled with the buttons a few times, and looked down. The quality of the picture was quite bad, but he was still satisfied, "Voldemort's bald head is quite conspicuous... Dobby, put They are hidden and not revealed to anyone."

"Yes, Mr. Hemp!" Dobby said beamingly, glad that he had gained Felix's trust, and he shouldered his big bag again, "Sir, if Mr. Lupine, or Mr. Harry Potter ask get up"

"They don't know about it," Felix said deadpan.

"Oh... alright." Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared from the tent.

Felix stared deeply at the place where Dobby disappeared.

He should have called Dumbledore. This would be safer, but he ultimately rejected it. It has nothing to do with personal matters, he and Dumbledore have always gotten along well, but he wants to reduce variables as much as possible, and completely bring the rhythm of things under his own control. So he would rather use Dobby than reveal it to Dumbledore.

"People's hearts are unpredictable..." he murmured.

The purpose of Felix's effort is threefold, to complete the time loop, to solve Hermione's time backlash, and to bring back the three of Harry. As for other things, they are not within the scope of his consideration.

All along, he and Dumbledore's tacit understanding stemmed from their common interest in destroying Voldemort. But this time, Felix's "interests" changed, became small, Voldemort was dispensable in his eyes, but he was not sure what judgment Dumbledore would make.

A worry was naturally born:

Are his three goals more important, or is it more important to find an opportunity to destroy Voldemort's body and end a war in advance?

What is out of control must be excluded from the plan. This is Felix's real thinking when laying out.

"Then next, go out and face Fudge." Felix said to himself. He guessed that Fudge would concoct some plausible evidence in order to divert public attention, and focus attention on him. There was no way, he The suspicion is indeed great.

It is likely that Fudge is linking "Trespassing at the Ministry of Magic" with what happened tonight.

When Fudge takes him away in the name of cooperating with the investigation, Felix will definitely cooperate with him. If Fudge can still think of using the dementors in Azkaban to get rid of his threat, then Felix will definitely clap his hands commend.

When the decisive evidence comes out, Fudge is doomed.

Actually, Felix may turn the tables in one fell swoop if he presents evidence now, but he always feels that it is not safe. The public's perception of Fudge has always been "weak" and "mediocre", but this evaluation is far from "hands-on fight against the Dark Lord." The impression that the hero is locked in a prison" is not far behind. The former is bearable, but the latter is irritating.

And anger will lead to Fudge's downfall, whether he likes it or not.

Felix waved his hand to cancel the sound magic in the tent, and the hustle and bustle and noise outside rushed in. He happened to hear Fudge's crazy roar

"Are you going to fight the Ministry of Magic?"

Felix was stunned, and retracted his hand on the curtain.

A few minutes ago

Fudge walked up and down the clearing with his big belly. Less than a hundred feet away from him, two temporary tents were set up, one was used as a temporary hospital; the other, which had the goal of his trip, was blocked by people.

He stared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were guarding the door, feeling very irritable.

He had a strong urge to order the Auror to forcefully rush in and bring him out, but he was a little afraid, as Dumbledore was not far away...not to mention that even if he succeeded, he would arrest him with great fanfare. In the end, the results of the investigation showed that he had arrested the wrong person. How would he explain to the public?

The slobber of the populace will drown him.

"Take care of them!" Fudge turned his head aside, looking at Dumbledore, "They are openly fighting against the Ministry of Magic, against me, as I said, I just ask Felix Hemp to cooperate with the investigation, not to convict, Just a precaution."

"Connelly," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I didn't refuse your request, it's just that, as Miss Granger said, you need to wait for a while before Felix went through a harsh He needs time to deal with his injuries."

"I've been waiting outside for an hour, an hour! Made a concession... how long do you want me to wait?" Fudge shouted, "Am I going to abuse him again? Surely St. Mungo therapist"

"Professors are the best healers," said Hermione, shivering in the night and said in a shrill voice: "Besides, you're really sure that St. Mungo's healers can deal with what Voldemort left behind. Injury?" She said the name with difficulty, and there was a sound of gasping around.

Fudge glared at Hermione and growled, "Don't mention that name! I'm not sure about the mysterious man yet"

"Mr. Minister," Harry pointed to his clothes, "I can assure you that Voldemort has really returned."

"You may be under the confusion spell. Old Crouch said for a while that his son was innocent." Fudge said impatiently, "You don't know anything."

"You can have someone check it out," Harry said sincerely, "I've had a few Cruciatus Curses, should there be traces?"

"Standard lie," Fudge waved his hand, "it's impossible for a student to endure the Cruciatus Curse, let alone several of them!"

"You idiot!" cried Professor McGonagall, "everything I've read in the papers is coming! Think of Crouch, think of the hands and feet of the Goblet of Fire, think of what Harry said Everything!"

Fudge's face turned purple, "It was all an accident! Minerva, my intelligence tells me that the child," he pointed at Harry, "has nightmares a lot, my God, he can still be with you." The snake talks! Now he says he has withstood the Cruciatus Curse"

"Uh, Mr. Minister," Ron raised his hand, "Although I don't want to interrupt you, I actually got a Cruciatus Curse. It's really hard. I wish I could die right away," he grinned and said with a smile: "But I seem to be quite conscious now..."

There is a loud sob from the crowd.

"Oh, poor little Ronnie! Poor Harry! What have you endured?" Mrs. Weasley broke down in tears, and Bill and Mr. Weasley hugged her from left to right.

Fudge was still staring at them stubbornly, and he looked at Hermione, "Don't you also say that you have been under the Cruciatus Curse?"

"I didn't," Hermione said calmly. "The person who hurt me was Yaxley, a guard from the Ministry of Magic who was ordered to protect us, so I refused you to go in, in case there is Voldemort among you." What about the undercover agent?"

"Ridiculous! Absurd!" Fudge said loudly, out of breath, "I repeat, the truth has not been found out, you can't tell conjectures as facts." He looked at Dumbledore and said in a begging tone, "Dumbledore, you think about me, I have to do something."

"Fudge, Fudge," Dumbledore said sternly, "Your biggest problem is that you did too little before, and now you want to do too much, and you are going further and further down the wrong path. What is needed is calmness, get the Aurors out, I promise you, you will get the whole truth tomorrow morning."

Fudge was pale, and looked at Dumbledore in horror. "Tomorrow...? Whose truth is it? The truth you want?" As soon as he said the words, he regretted it.

His words caused a hornet's nest, Professor McGonagall reprimanded loudly, Hagrid and Moody's rough voices echoed in the night sky, the students stared, what did they hear, Fudge was slandering their headmaster?

Fudge's body trembled and trembled, "Dumbledore, you also saw the testimony of three students and a gentleman with a good reputation, which one should I believe? Besides, Yaxley is dead... "There was a haze in his heart.

Yes, Yaxley is dead, who is behind him? Could it be... Impossible!

At this time, a large number of footsteps approached from a distance, and the crowd stepped aside, and it was the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic who came to reinforce them.

"Minister, all the Aurors and Strikers from the Ministry are here, but..." Dawlish said with a cautious look around.

"Very well," said Fudge. "Very well!"

He stared at the air, not looking into Dumbledore's eyes, and issued orders to Auror: "Arrest Felix Hemp, if there is obstruction... it will be regarded as obstructing law enforcement, and taken away."

"Listen to me, Fudge! Think about what you are doing!" Dumbledore stepped forward, exuding indescribable strength from his whole body.

Fudge couldn't help taking half a step back, but he still stubbornly refused to look at him, "You should also think about what you're doing, Dumbledore!" The batters raised their wands step by step.

"Sorry, I can't let you take the professor away like this." Hermione raised her wand tremblingly.

"Mr. Minister, I used to respect you quite a lot, but I didn't expect that." Harry shook his head and took a step forward, with Ron standing beside him.

Fudge finally lost his mind, and he roared loudly: "Are you going to fight the Ministry of Magic?"

"That depends on how you define fighting against the Ministry of Magic and opposing tyranny." A voice in the crowd said faintly. Fred and George stood up, pointed their wands at Fudge.

Fudge's eyes widened.

Then another student stood up.

"My grandma said, stick to what's right. You're not doing it right," said Neville, trembling all over, raising his wand. His words drew approval from the Gryffindor students.

"Mr. Minister, we hope you will think carefully." Cedric said, he stood in front of Harry with Collins and Roger. Some students from the other three colleges came out under the leadership of the three warriors. They stood in front of Harry and the others, pointing their wands at Fudge and the Aurors.

"Let's go too." Draco Malfoy said to his two followers as he looked at the gathering crowd with flickering eyes.

The members of the Rune Club came out;

Some of the students who had attended the duel class came out;

Some students who took the ancient rune course also came out;

There are many more occasions ~IndoMTL.com~ students who have received Felix's casual advice have come out;

Red sparks flew from the tip of the staff, brighter than the stars at night.

When only one or two people stood up, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic could still advance calmly; when the number of people pointing at them reached a third, they stopped; when more Infected by the tragic and solemn atmosphere, they silently raised their wands and looked at them with angry eyes led by their companions, and when the number exceeded half, the Aurors just wanted to flee here immediately.

"You, you"

Fudge stared blankly at the wands pointed at him from all directions, as the Auror's mustered courage burst like soap bubbles in the sun, and he was dizzy for a while, with only one thought on his mind

He's screwed.