A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 473 Undercurrent Surge
"Yeah, I know it sounds stupid," Hermione sighed, "but it's hard for me to make up a good reason for Mom asking me to send back letters at least twice a month, and it's not like you guys Divination homework—"

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

"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 easily found the paper that only mentioned Harry's name and sent it home."

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

Ron glared at her resentfully and said, "Thanks for the reminder, your analogy is great."

"The thing is, I don't know what to do now," said Hermione helplessly. "Maybe ask Professor McGonagall to cancel—"

"No!" said Harry hastily, "you'd better be honest with them, 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 howler letter."

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

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

"I'm just a portrait," said the fat lady, shrugging.

"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 good, Other than being a little unmanned..."

When they entered the foyer, Ron said disapprovingly, "Is she talking about herself? You should really ask how she sings the opera like no one else, er, better not ask - she put me in it too." In the opera."

Harry couldn't help laughing out loud.The story of Ron sneaking into Room [-] 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, and they agreed that the Fat Lady had the habit of exaggerating the facts of the literati—if the protagonist was not their younger brother, they would have thought it was the adventures of King Arthur when he was young.

Sitting in a chair, Hermione took out her 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. Today's front page headline 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 vortex of public opinion. It is an open secret that Fudge has dealt with multiple pure-blood families. The personal friendships of those ancient families, using their intricate networks and influence to secure their own power.

Fudge has repeatedly reiterated that he did not use his power for personal gain or accept bribes.

'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 a reporter asked what he had done without the contributions of former Director of International Magical Cooperation Barty Crouch and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports, Minister Fudge evaded it don't talk about it.

Five months after the appearance of the Dark Mark, the Ministry of Magic did not produce much convincing evidence except to post 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 interviewed a few people at random, 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 composed entirely of heliopas—a sort of fiery spirit, it is said, a flaming colossus that turns everything Burnt to the ground.This army will play an important role at critical moments, and of course it does not rule out being used to secretly eliminate competitors;

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

Tiberus Ogden, patriarch of the Wizengamot, did not think highly of Cornelius Fudge either.He preferred to call it 'Lucky Fudge', citing the sudden revelation that the man most likely to succeed the Minister for Magic at the time had family members who 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 initially sentenced to life imprisonment. No one knows whether this is a blow from political opponents, but a few days ago the Wizengamot secretly interrogated Batty · Crouch, and changed the sentence to three years, charged with using power for personal gain and abusing public power. "

……

"Nonsense!" said Fudge furiously in the office, gritting his teeth to read the names on it: "Lovegood, Marchban, and Ogden, well..."

"Minister," Umbridge said in a tiresome tone with his baggy eyes narrowed, "these clowns can't shake your position at all, they don't have any evidence!" She said with a smile, "On the contrary, you can hold them accountable Responsibility."

"What can I do? Mouths are on them—" Fudge hesitated.

"Isn't it easy to find fault, especially Marchbane and Ogden, they both work at the Ministry of Magic, as long as we—" Umbridge suddenly shut up, his broad, toad-like face turned away. At 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."

"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, which has been signed by Scrimgeour and Ms. Burns , I’m missing you.” He walked forward slowly, put the documents 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.

"You are my man?" Fudge repeated, staring at the opposite 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 because of Felix Hemp—"

"Not only, Minister," said Yaxley, "not only because of him. This is not a personal grudge, but a confrontation between two different camps - pure blood and non-pure blood. I smell the breath before the final battle. Playing the role of a fierce pawn, if we do nothing, maybe we will all disappear in a few decades." He has become extraordinarily talkative today, and he seems to have been prepared. "As one of the 28 pure-blood families, although the Yaxley family has declined, the foundation of pure-blood has never been wealth, but has been inherited from an ancient magic contract...To this day, the Yaxley family receives a Although the amount is small, I can use this contract to enter the door of any pure-blooded family."

"Wait! Should Gringotts be counted as one?" Fudge said slowly, "I have read some information. At that time, when we fought the goblins fiercely, both sides suffered heavy losses. Some families made peace talks, and the goblins also acquired 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, lost the support of these people, his insecurity The feeling reached its peak.

"It's not important." Yaxley said mysteriously, but now Fudge didn't dare to underestimate him. The names of the families flashed through Fudge's mind, especially those with the most fierce attitude towards Muggles. They lost a lot in the last war, but together they are a formidable force.

"Who is your target?" Fudge asked.

Yaxley looked surprised. "Come on," said Fudge 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 pawn that touches the opponent's bottom line, it will rise to become a knight, a bishop, a castle, and even... a rampant queen .”

"No!" cried Fudge. "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 entire order of the British wizarding world. As long as the reason is sufficient, even Dumbledore will will be of use to you."

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

……

"We still have to find a good reason to oust Fudge." Felix sighed and put away the newspaper.He knew very well that the previous actions would at best only disgust Fudge and make his public opinion lower, and at the same time, Future World 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 kind of thing really happened, Dumbledore would definitely be the first to refuse.Everything he has now will be gone, the professorship, the Order of Merlin, the membership of the Wizengamot, Futurama, and the 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 kill 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.

"You want 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.

Felix smiled and let several plates of candied fruit fly out from the far 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 Christmas gift that Varen gave me—the broken time-turner, maybe...probably...maybe it can be repaired, I want to try it out."

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"So you found an alternative time energy?"

"Time energy? What's 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 M. Nico Flamel's notes." He recited:
"There is a unique energy contained in the Time-Turner, which is hidden in every grain of the hourglass. They are the most precise containers in themselves. This is the conclusion that 'I' came to after repeatedly disassembling and trying to repair. Sorry Yes, I have no way of verifying it, and perhaps there will be an answer to the question in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic..."

"Wait! Department of Mysteries?" said Hermione in surprise. "I've heard that name before, in... 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," said Felix. "The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious department in the entire Ministry of Magic. Mr. Nick Flamel has spent a lot of time - probably longer than a normal person's lifetime - — to explore the secret of time. But he lacks 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 travelers and time itself is five hours, and requires the use of a spell called the 'hour reversal spell', which is information obtained by Mr. Nick Flamel. 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—"

"Sent to 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-turner 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. Those who want 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 era, and a serious error occurred in the middle. It was not ejected by time until the energy in the converter was exhausted. Her body suffered suffered serious injuries, and died a short time later at St. Mungo's. It 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 Silent Man, I guess so," said Felix. "Besides the effect on herself, the disorder of time has spread to the outside world. She has seriously changed the trajectory of some people's lives, making them into people who were never born." Man. Also—the time scale was disturbed in the days following her ejection: the first Tuesday lasted two and a half days, while Thursday was only four hours... The Ministry of Magic had to use a historical He paid a huge price for deceiving the world by an asteroid that never existed on Earth."

Hermione looked surprised. "I read from the book that a rare celestial phenomenon occurred at the end of the [-]th century, which not only caused the extreme day and subsequent heavy rain, but also caused a large number of people to have a 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 even the rain was 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 in his hand an hourglass he bought from Warren, from the altar where the despicable Helbo hides Horcruxes..."

"Varren?"

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

　About the arrangement of Time Turner and Time Magic: Any work involving time is often a bunch of bugs, and Rowling finally downplayed it when she wrote the book.

　　This book is slightly expanded because it involves prophecy and an important plot.There will be no modification of the history, and the restrictions will be particularly strict.

　　Felix himself does not know how to travel in time, which can be understood as a special prop for this plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)