A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 480 Safe Return
Scrimgeour stood not far from the Enchanted Fountain, his yellow eyes fixed on the empty fireplace.

The whole hall was eerily quiet. Whenever a new Ministry of Magic staff member appeared from the fireplace, he would see hundreds of people staring at him. Arthur Weasley was taken aback. He looked around Look, there seems to be a large-scale battle in the Ministry of Magic, the ground is in a mess, and the head of the Auror office is like an old lion that wants to eat people, and will pounce on it in the next second.

He moved away from the fireplace step by step, approached a wizard at the scene, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on, Arnold?"

The wizard wiped his sweat, "It's terrible, Arthur, if you had come two minutes earlier, you might have bumped into that person..."

"You mean there is only one enemy? And he escaped?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I'm telling you..."

There was a harsh rattling sound, Mr. Weasley raised his head, the grating of the elevator slid from the middle to the sides, made a deafening clang, and a large group of people rushed out from inside.

Amelia Bones was at the forefront, striding forward with her wand held high.She looked around, frowned tightly, and shouted loudly: "The therapist took the injured to the infirmary and received treatment."

"Reconnaissance team! Cooperate with the Aurors to investigate the scene."

The Aurors present and several magic law enforcement scouts in the crowd answered in a low voice.

"Kingsley, Dawlish!"

The two Aurors following her straightened their chests.

"Take your team to track the target," she said after a pause, "focus on investigation, don't do it lightly."

"understand!"

"The Reversal of Accidental Magic Incident Team! And all members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement!"

The people in the small half of the hall stood up straight, waiting for the order.

"—Clean up the ruins and debris. The insider stood up and registered the clues, and everyone else performed their duties." She didn't turn her head to look at Scrimgeour until the crowd started to move, "Rufus, what did you find?"

Scrimgeour rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "I saw his face."

Ms. Burns showed a surprised expression, "Who is it?"

"He made a disguise, I'm not sure, there is no evidence at present—" Scrimgeour hesitated.

Ms. Burns gave him a stern look. "Come with me, Rufus."

……

"I'm going to help too, bye, Arnold." Mr. Weasley, who was also a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, hurried away.

"Goodbye, Arthur," the wizard muttered. "What a beautiful day, I thought the war broke out!"

"Be careful with your words, Peasegood," said an impassive voice behind him.Arnold Pisgood looked back in surprise. "Yaxley?"

"It's me," said Yaxley. "You sound like you're expecting war?"

The wizard blushed and retorted loudly: "It's nonsense!"

Yaxley smiled coldly, "I hope you will be as determined as you are now." He turned and walked towards the fireplace inlaid on the wall.

"Wait, where are you going?" the wizard called.

"I was ordered to be stationed at Hogwarts," he said without turning his head. "I came to get some things this morning. I didn't expect to see a big show."

……

Ms. Burns and Scrimgeour came to the edge of the round pool of the magic fountain. The sound of splashing water covered their discussions. She asked in a low voice: "You have fought against him, so you should have your own judgment. right?"

Scrimgeour didn't say his name directly, leaning on his crutches, he stared at the statues erected in the center of the pool. This was a group of pure gold statues, larger than a real person.The tallest of them all was a dignified wizard, holding his wand aloft.Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

The centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.

"That man not only disguised his face, but also his strength," Scrimgeour stared at the house-elf statue, with gurgling water coming from its ears, "The strength he showed at the beginning is the same as that of Arras before he retired. It's almost the same, I can see that he has experienced many battles and has excellent judgment, maybe he doesn't want to reveal his identity, and he uses conventional magic..."

He continued: "But the man's last blow was so amazing that I couldn't recognize what magic it was."

Ms. Bones listened quietly, lost in thought. She stared at the fountain and said slowly: "Just one blow broke thousands of glass... Do you think this is his normal strength, or is it supernormal?"

Scrimgeour hesitated, "I think it's the former. He's very good at disguising."

Ms. Burns looked at him seriously, "According to your description, there are very limited people who meet the requirements. I only know two, no... maybe three. There must be few people in foreign countries who can meet the conditions. Besides, they're unlikely to break into the British Ministry of Magic without warning... I need proof!"

At this moment, a burly Auror walked over with a guard.

"Ms. Burns, Mr. Scrimgeour, Eric has important clues to report!"

The two looked at Eric Munch at the same time, Eric's body trembled, "I, uh, I don't know, right..."

"It doesn't matter, we will make the right judgment." Ms. Burns said reassuringly.

"Well, when I was on duty last night--I thought it was strange to see a man, but I didn't think much of it--"

"Who did you see?" Scrimgeour asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes..." Eric faltered, looking past their backs, saw a short, stout man approaching aggressively, his eyes widened: "Minister Fudge!"

……

"Sir, your destination has arrived." The driver said politely.

"Thank you." Felix said with a tired face, paid and got out of the taxi.He took out a ring from his pocket and put it on his hand. With two flashes of light, a black magic wand and a brown amulet appeared in his hand.

He put away the spare wand again, and sat on the bench under the plane tree. A young mother was pushing a stroller to enjoy the leisurely morning time. When Felix sat in the chair, he looked at him curiously.

Felix winked at the baby, flipped his hand over and took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.

He got up from the bench, walked towards a house, and at the same time put the amulet on himself, and with two light presses, the color of his body gradually faded.Felix cheered up, "It's still the last step, you can definitely do it, Felix... just need to transfer the energy, it won't take much effort."

……

"There is such a thing?" Voldemort asked softly, and he sneered, "The Ministry of Magic has lost your lord this time."

"Master, do I need to reveal it?" Yaxley bowed his head and knelt on the ground, his gorgeous, flowing robes studded with gold threads trailing on the floor.

"Not for the time being," said Voldemort lazily, "you just need to secretly guide Fudge to turn his suspicious eyes on our little friend..."

"Why?" Yaxley asked, and the next second he was trembling, "Yes, I'm sorry, Master, I'm not questioning you—"

Voldemort paced in front of him, Yaxley lowered his head even lower, only a pair of pale feet could be seen, and finally, those feet stopped in front of him, "Lord, master?"

"I can answer that question," said Voldemort softly, "although you have never approached me all these years, Yaxley... slipped into the enemy's ranks after I lost power, pretended to be innocent, and continued to enjoy the glory Fugui... But when you saw me, you immediately chose to return to my arms, so I am willing to forgive you."

"Lord, Lord..."

"I have a plan." Voldemort said softly: "That kid left a deep impression on me. When I was just getting better, he rushed in and almost destroyed everything about me. At that time, I realized I can't let him grow up..."

"Master, with your strength, killing him is easy."

"Oh? Is that really the case? If you really believe this, why have you served the enemy with peace of mind for so many years?"

Yaxley fell silent.

"I didn't do anything during this time, I didn't gather the Death Eaters, I didn't gather the old troops. Before you, there was only one loyal servant by my side. You can think about it, why did the great Dark Lord hide like a mouse?"

"I told that kid that even if he stands with Dumbledore, as long as he slightly violates Dumbledore's ideas, their relationship will break... I look forward to this scene, of course, if there is a chance , I don’t mind killing him casually.”

"Yaxley, my friend," Voldemort looked down at Yaxley, "do what you have to do, and I will wait for the guests..."

……

"Someone impersonating me?" Fudge shouted in disbelief in the Ministry of Magic lobby, his eyes widening.He quickly glanced around and said in a low voice, "It's impossible, I never gave my hair to anyone else!"

"It could also be advanced body-morphing skills," Ms Burns said.

"It must be so." Fudge immediately echoed her, stroking the buttons on his stomach irritably, his eyes moving on Burns, Scrimgeour, Aurors and the guards, "Don't spread this matter until the truth is found out .Understand?"

"Then..." He stretched out his stubby fingers and gesticulated wildly in the air, "Can anyone tell me the purpose of that man breaking into the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's not clear yet," Scrimgeour said.

"Not sure?" Fudge repeated, staring at him. "Then what have you been doing all this time?"

"Wait for news, Your Excellency." Scrimgeour said bluntly, "Now there are two Auror teams outside, they are the best, and they are investigating the criminal's whereabouts." He pointed around again, "Others are investigating on site."

"Any witnesses?" Fudge asked again.

Ms. Burns, Scrimgeour, and the Auror all looked at Eric Munch, the guard on duty that night, and Fudge said angrily, "I want witnesses other than him! He can't prove anything."

"Not yet, Fudge, we need time to collect evidence." Ms. Burns said gently.

"Time, time, if those reporters find out, they will stick to it like flies." Fudge lowered his head and said disgustedly, with a strange light in his eyes, he said to himself in an inaudible voice: "No witnesses?"

He left in a hurry and said before leaving: "I will be a judge at Hogwarts in the afternoon, I hope you can come up with one or two good news before then."

……

Grimmauld Place.

"Young man, your complexion is too bad, you'd better go see a doctor." A benevolent old woman looked at Felix with concern.

"Thanks, I'm fine," Felix muttered.

"Oh, your face is whiter than my hair," said the old woman, looking at him seriously, "to tell the truth, this abnormal gray-white color only kills me... Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean it. "

"It's all right, ma'am," Felix said patiently, "I just stayed up too much and a little sleep would be fine.

After persuading the enthusiastic old man away, Felix walked towards the open space between No. 11 and No. 13. His mind was befuddled, but he still felt that the person just now looked familiar.I seem to have given her a spell-cast card?
He shook his head, trying not to fall asleep.He had recharged the converter on Hermione at the cost of a part of the hourglass from the Ministry of Magic being shattered to pieces.

As for himself, he almost couldn't even use a single magic.With his remaining rationality, he could also guess that the Aurors were looking for him all over London, and Diagon Alley couldn't go there, so he chose to use Muggle means to get here all the way.

Felix squeezed into a wall of thin air with great difficulty, and his figure disappeared in the real world.

"Haven't you changed the defensive magic yet? That's great, Sirius." Felix said softly, and the next second, No. 12 Grimmauld Place appeared in front of him.

"boom!"

An ugly, old house-elf suddenly appeared at the door, and Kreacher said in a hoarse voice, "Welcome to the master's friend, the mighty Mr. Felix Heap, the master is not at home..."

"I know," said Felix, "just wanted to borrow his fireplace."

Kreacher bowed deeply, "Master said let me satisfy your request as much as possible, and," his voice became emotional, "I read the biography of Master Regulus, it's really well written... The young master's reputation has not been tarnished..."

"As long as you like it."

……

Felix returned to his office without any problems, when a black shadow rushed up, he dodged subconsciously, but he didn't dodge, and Varun held onto his clothes tightly.

"Haw!"

It looked at him disapprovingly.

"Oh, Varen, let me take a breath..." Felix clutched his chest, and Varen jumped out of his arms, with one hand on his hips, and the other pointing at Felix, scolding him constantly.

"I made you worry," Felix grinned, "but I still need your help, call Severus, and be careful not to be too conspicuous."

Warren looked at him suspiciously.

"Go."

after awhile--

"What did you do again?" Snape looked at him with disgust.

"Being a thief once, he was caught and beaten by his master, and finally escaped." Felix slumped on the sofa and said lazily. a top hat.

Snape looked at him strangely, unable to speak for a moment.It took him a long time before he mocked slowly: "Then I have to listen carefully, I can make you so embarrassed, I really can't guess who the owner is."

"A rich family," Felix changed the subject lightly, "Severus, do you have that potion that stimulates potential in your hand?"

　I have tried to speed up the progress as much as possible, but found that there are still many things that need to be explained. These two chapters are considered transitional, and the plot of the third project will start tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)