A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 603: News spread

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At the beginning of the vacation, Felix disappeared for two whole weeks.

He only communicates with the outside world through owls or sound transmission mirrors, and each reply is very short, and usually attaches the words "concentrate on research, do not disturb if it is important to do" at the end of the letter, which makes him 90% of social activities were suddenly reduced, and all kinds of smart people who smelled clues also shut up obediently, including those who waved Gringotts golden tickets and wanted to invest in the "future world" company. . .

It's not that Felix stays out all day, hiding in classroom seven with some hairless guy.

He always believes that a good mood can help improve work efficiency.

So during these times, he went to the Grand Canyon to see the Red River, went to the bottom of the sea to see corals, and of course, he may suddenly appear at the door of a friend. The number of wizards is not too many, but it is not too many. Taking the UK as an example, there are more than 20,000 wizards living in a population of nearly 60 million. In conversion, the total population of wizards is about 2 million. There may be errors in the number. But the size will not change.

It's just that they are scattered all over the world, so they are relatively rare.

The wizarding world also has some famous attractions, such as the ghost forest, ghost town, vampire community and other distinctive magical places. They are like black markets in different countries, with weird rules. Compliance is a must if you want to have a good afternoon.

For example, the requirement of a vampire community that is open to the public is to 'smile without showing your teeth'. It is difficult for the wizard families who come to play to know whether the peddler who claims to sell you authentic 'vampire food' is really a vampire, Fei Lix seriously suspected that it was an ordinary wizard in disguise.

"Blood Rose, every mouthful is mellow!" A pale, pimple-covered wizard yelled vigorously, his eyes lit up when he saw Felix, "Sir, you have such a good eye—" — no lady would say no to — uh —"

He lowered his head, looked at Varun who was wearing a lady's hat, and coughed violently.

"Ask a question," Felix said as a golden Galleon danced on his fingertips, "Do vampires have acne?"

"We grow up!" The peddler called Qu: "You can't discriminate against us, although our physique is a bit special, but——"

Felix pointed to the flat teeth exposed by his excitement, and the peddler hurriedly covered his mouth.

"All products are 50% off, plus a ticket to visit the Vampire Duke's Castle." The peddler looked around, leaned his head closer and said in a low voice, "It is said that this activity is popular among Muggles."

"...deal."

Two minutes later, Felix and Valen each put on a vampire mask. Neither of them had the courage to try the supposedly 'pure taste' blood roses, but it would be nice to put them on their heads as decorations .

They also wear a silver cross on their chest, and on the cross is tied a suffering vampire with fangs - it is said that some famous guy invented a substitute for human blood - the same Products recommended by hawkers.

"It matches your masks perfectly!"

In comparison, Voldemort's life seems unsatisfactory-if he is conscious enough. In addition to repeating nightmares every day and cooperating with various emotional tests, he occasionally accepts a sniffing onlooker...

It's a pity that Voldemort's will is far stronger than imagined, and the current research progress is quite slow, with little harvest. Felix had to be careful not to let him die - Dumbledore had gone to a meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards, and until he returned, Felix had to make sure Voldemort was intact.

So those 'destructive tests' can't be done.

In a recent letter, Felix urged Dumbledore to come back as soon as possible.

He brought up the old story again, hoping to fill Voldemort's mind with a great deal of confession. But this matter actually comes with certain risks, because they are faced with an unresolved problem: how to ensure that the soul fragments will not hurt Harry after being separated from him?

After all, there are only two remaining intact Horcruxes in their hands - Hufflepuff's gold cup and Slytherin's locket, which means that even if they find an idea, they only have two chances of trial and error.

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During the period when Felix was isolated from the outside world, the others were not idle either.

The Aurors and strikers were scattered around by Ms. Burns to carry out a large-scale "anti-crime" operation. Due to the shortage of manpower, members of the Order of the Phoenix also joined them. They are experienced temporary external personnel with combat effectiveness. Both the experience and experience are a bit higher than the newcomers recruited by the Ministry of Magic in the past two years.

In addition to Death Eaters, spies attached to Voldemort, dark wizards, and some forgotten people were also affected in this operation.

In the north of England, the terrain is high.

Small noises came from outside the cave. The skinny wizard pricked up his ears, but he didn't dare to move his body. After a long while without any movement, he swallowed hard. Leaning on the broken wool felt, his eyes are dull——

"Boom!" The stone at the entrance of the cave was blasted away, and a beam of dazzling sunlight fell on him.

"Igor Karkaroff!?" said a vicious voice, Karkaroff shuddered and put his hands in front of him desperately. Courage, he said tremblingly: "Don't, don't kill me!"

There were hoarse jeers outside.

A few seconds later, Karkaroff opened his eyes. He had been hiding in the dark lair for too long, he was nocturnal, and he was not used to bright light. But he still sensed something was wrong with his remaining rationality—if it was his dangerous and evil companions, they would drag him out of the cave like a dead dog at this time, or directly give him an unforgettable Cruciatus.

There are many people outside the cave.

Facing the light, Karkaroff saw a ferocious face full of scars, and he would never forget those iconic eyes in his life. "Mad-Eye?" Karkaroff was filled with sadness and joy. Ten years later, he fell into the hands of this old Auror again.

Moody didn't talk nonsense to him, and grabbed him by the collar and roughly pulled him out.

"Let's all take a look, what I found!" Moody said with half disgust and half surprise, "You would never have imagined—" Seven or eight people gathered around and whispered to each other. "The former headmaster of Durmstrang?" "He's not dead?" "This smell... how long has he been hiding?" "It's been nearly a year, and the Dark Lord fell quickly, but he escaped a catastrophe .”

Karkaroff grabbed the last person who spoke, and shouted out his eyes: "What did you say? The Dark Lord—the Dark Lord has fallen? He, he is dead?"

Frank Longbottom split Karkaroff's hand finger by finger.

"Fortunately, even a despicable person like you can share this joy." He said calmly: "I heard that you once abandoned your students and ran away alone? Give you a piece of advice, never Don't go back..."

Karkaroff didn't hear the words behind, he staggered a few steps, stared at his trembling, skeleton-like hands, and murmured: "Dead, he's dead?" He suddenly howled , "Voldemort's dead! Voldemort! Ha! He's dead! Voldemort! That bastard! Bastard! You've made me miserable - woohoo."

"He's not crazy, is he?"

"Who cares?" Moody spat on the ground. "There are still six places suspected to be occupied by dark wizards, try to clean them up today. Remember——"

"Stay alert at all times," said the young voice.

Moody's fake eyes stared at the newcomer female Auror who interrupted, and said with a piercing smile: "You learn quickly, Collins, I hope you don't just talk about it." Collins Foley shrank his neck, No more talking, Professor Moody is still so scary. Frank Longbottom gave her a friendly smile.

That evening, a grand celebration banquet was held inside the Ministry of Magic.

The news of Voldemort's downfall also spread in a private way. That same night, the owls flew into hundreds of wizarding homes with the big news. Urgent mail took off towards dusk and they were punctuated over the UK over the next few days as part of the festive celebrations.

The Diggory family having dinner outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon.

The affectionate female voice on the magic radio sang a refrain, and the song was nearing the end, and Mr. Digory picked up the conversation when he was full.

"Your girlfriend, Cho, her parents also work in the Ministry. I mean - if you're not interested in dealing with magical beasts, go over there and find out first -"

"Oh, Dad, we've talked about this many times," Cedric muttered.

"But things have changed, You-Know-Who is done, Seid, and I want you to realize this: the Ministry is no longer a den of dragons and tigers, and you don't have to worry about being attacked at any time, look! It's back to being a good boy. The place to go..."

Lady Diggory gave her husband a sideways look. Mr. Diggory shrugged, "Okay, let's change the subject—let's talk about that yearbook. What do they call you, Puppeteer...is it some kind of nickname?"

"This is the name I have chosen for my future work." Cedric protested slightly dissatisfied.

"It's interesting, Seid, that you've brought out the latent qualities of the Diggory family, the sense of humor..." Mr Diggory broke off, as Mrs Diggory was grinding his toes hard, " Hiss—do you need me to accompany you?"

"I made an appointment with Qiu." Cedric said in a low voice.

"Well, that's shameful—well, I mean it's nice...at least I don't have to worry about the Diggory family being left behind," said Mr. Diggory, pointing to the radio. "These days I don't know how many people from the pure-blood family were called in for questioning, they were not prosperous in the first place, and now..."

"Next is the news time. Celebrations have been held across the country. On behalf of the staff of the Ministry of Magic, this column reminds everyone that please do a good job of keeping the fireworks secret. The staff will be very grateful to Gua and leave quickly before he notices the anomaly, otherwise you may receive a fine of thirty Galleons..."

The same voice echoed in the Burrow not far away.

"Are there really a lot of people causing trouble?" asked Ron.

"Yes, the work of the Ministry of Magic has increased tenfold at once," Mr. Weasley said with a tired face, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Half of the leftover snacks were thrown around, a few Muggles in Cornwall camped in the wild, and accidentally picked up half a box of sherbet drinks that can make people float... In short, everyone is too busy."

"Tell me some good news," Mrs. Weasley said sternly, "your dad has been working overtime these days."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"We've opened a new shop in Diagon Alley." Fred whispered, and Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her waist and glared at the brothers for a moment before she said reluctantly, "Well, if you Can't you wait until the grades are sent out to make a decision?" She added in despair.

Fred and George shrugged.

"Mom, time waits for no one. Hogsmeade's audience is still too small, and our Dark Lord series products still have great potential to be tapped!"

"Yeah, we're going to create a 'Remembrance Festival' to soothe the hearts and minds hurt in battle with some laugh-out-loud products." George's voice became lower and lower, as Mrs. Weasley His face quickly darkened, but he still whispered the most important sentence, "So we plan to move out for a while."

"Boom!"

A large pot of bacon hits the table.

The children at the dining table all leaned back. Mr. Weasley put on his glasses and said gently, "Molly, the children have grown up and they have their own lives."

"I know, I just—" Mrs. Weasley began to cry, and Mr. Weasley jumped up and hugged her, but she became even more excited, "The family is getting smaller every year... I was sad when Bill and Charlie left, Percy hasn't been coming back all the time lately, and now even Fred and George are leaving..."

Fred and George, who were named, fidgeted in their chairs as if they were sitting on crappy polymorph cushions.

Fred hurriedly explained: "Mom, we still come back to live, but we've been busy lately..." He winked at Ron and Ginny desperately, but the two were fighting against each other, glaring at the brothers !

He resolutely diverted the trouble, "If you feel that there are few people—Mom, I'd better let you know that Ginny is talking about a boyfriend—"

"Ah—" Ginny screamed.

"—It's Harry." George finally found a chance to complete the sentence.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley froze in place, turning their heads stiffly for a moment, looking at Fred and George, "If this is a joke, your prank, I swear— ' stammered Mrs Weasley.

"Absolutely not," said Fred gravely.

So everyone's eyes turned to Ginny, her face immediately turned as red as her hair, she screamed and fled quickly.

The house was silent except for the radio dutifully broadcasting the news by the kitchen sink.

"——The Ministry of Magic has not disclosed any more information~IndoMTL.com~At present, only Albus Dumbledore and Felix Hemp are suspected to be related to the sudden downfall of the mysterious man. Many people speculate that the two The most powerful people in the world joined forces to give the mysterious man a fatal blow. However, the portrait of Mr. Haip hanging in St. Mungo's denied this, and he admitted that he only did some auxiliary work..."

"Harry was involved, too," said Ron, breaking the silence in the kitchen. "Who wants to hear me say it again? I mean, to a certain extent, I am also one of the witnesses of the incident. If there are reporters who want to record this history in the future, they will definitely not be able to avoid me..."

At this time, the two people mentioned in this conversation—Felix was visiting at the home of his Muggle friends Jim and Rebecca, while Harry was lazily having dinner with the Dursleys , the emotionless news broadcast on the TV and the stuffy July air made a boring dinner even more boring.

"...The dangerous man Tom Riddle has been arrested and brought to justice recently, the people do not need to panic, he will be greeted with a fair trial of the law..."

Harry raised his head with a "bass".

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