A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 489 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 gasped 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 transform into dense runes from time to time , and then turned into a complete skin in the next second, repeating this process continuously.

"I'm not familiar with this state yet. In order not to scare people, I won't go out for now...you 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 were two shrunken rune balls in the eye sockets.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," Harry decided after a short pause, "you're both hurt—"

"Speak 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 for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Actually, later on, I felt that Voldemort's spell didn't affect me so much, as if... as if my The body is gradually adapting 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 taking 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."

"It could be - er - the effect of the protective magic in Harry's blood," Hermione said carefully, "let's not make wild guesses, to be honest, Headmaster Dumbledore is not here, I am a little flustered ’” She glanced at Felix cautiously, 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 headed for 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 what to say, don't you?"

"Know—what—" Harry didn't understand her for a moment.

"The 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 fail - the user suffers backlash and poses a threat to 'time' from the past to the present;

Either it succeeds—everything the user does during time travel will become part of history, 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 all they see is the result.Once it fails, it will cause extremely serious consequences like Heloise Mintab.

So 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... So the professor chose to kill him immediately?Harry hated killing, but immediately blamed himself for being too weak. This is war, he told himself, not to mention that little Crouch had done so many bad things.The Death Eaters and Aurors that Professor Moody made students read aloud in class are vivid in his memory...

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 15th birthday.

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

He saw two big, burly men who were several times larger than the others, as if under 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 irritably, "I asked the centaur to help find it, but there is no news yet..."

"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 had just won the championship 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.

"Sorry, I don't see it," said Fudge coldly, casting a disgruntled 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?" Moody said gruffly, tapping his cane It hit the ground with a loud crashing sound.

"You mean Barty Crouch Jr.?" Fudge frowned. "But he has escaped. During this period, a third of the Aurors have been following him everywhere, 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 tonight make you vigilant?"

Moody spat hard on the floor, and 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, and Harry was standing behind the crowd. The moon was not bright tonight, and Fudge's face was shrouded in a large shadow, which made him look far less than Harry in the second grade summer vacation. As amiable as they'd been at the Leaky Cauldron - even though they were discussing Harry's illegal fluffing of his aunt.

"I know what you're going to say, and it's an old story again...I told you at the dinner that I have sent an elite team, and everything depends on their investigation results." Fudge said impatiently, "If 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. It makes a huge difference... like the talisman he gave me at Christmas, that helped me a lot."

"I don't have time to listen to your rambling—"

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

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

"That doesn't mean anything," said Fudge quickly. "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 yelled from behind, unable to hold back any longer.

The people standing in front were taken aback. The one closest to Harry—one of Beauxbaton's warriors, Jacqueline jumped up in fright. She was watching the fun with Madame Maxime, and her eyes were wide open at the moment. The big one, looking at the dark and dusty Harry, backed away again and again.

There was a commotion among the onlookers. "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 dots of light made Harry dizzy, gasping and screaming one after another, and he heard Mrs Weasley's unique voice among the many voices, and the sea Greg roared excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of strong arms grabbed him, and 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 in.

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

"W-what?" 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! Headmaster Dumbledore, we met Voldemort, who was resurrected a few months ago! He was the one who planned tonight's plot, and—" Harry suddenly remembered something, "Ax Lee! He modified the destination of the Portkey trophy!"

The people rushing over started to commotion uncomfortably again, spreading to a wider area, and 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 Haip? Where's Felix Haip? What did he do?"

"He saved us!" Harry exclaimed angrily.

"Alive, too?" Fudge asked, nostrils.

Harry suddenly felt very reluctant to answer Fudge's question, but he saw the Weasleys and the Grangers in the crowd, their eyes twinkling with fear and hope.So he said aloud, "Yeah! Ron and Hermione are alive, they're all right! Except for the Death Eater, I don't know if he died in the aftermath of the battle."

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

"Madam Pomfrey, please come here," said Dumbledore in a deep voice, grabbing Harry's shoulders, and Fudge's hand was released like an electric shock. "There are some people here who need treatment. Minerva, help me look after Greg." The Rangers."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

That's when Hagrid squeezed in, Sirius and Lupine following him, following the huge gap Hagrid had walked through to Harry.

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

"Nothing," Harry whispered, "just a few Cruciatus Curse..."

"Hiss! That's the Cruciatus Curse!" Sirius yelled, "Why didn't you say so sooner!" He glared at Harry and got angry, but Harry felt warm inside, and then Sirius tried to hug him.

"Let me 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, um... he's Dealing with the injury, I don't want to be disturbed by others..."

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

Hagrid, Sirius, Lupine, Dumbledore and the others 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 time, the Auror who had left just now came back and whispered to Fudge. Fudge's eyes widened in surprise, and he opened and closed his mouth several times.

"Wait, Dumbledore!" he yelled.

"Fudge," said Dumbledore, showing impatience for the first time tonight, "you've seen their condition too—they need to be treated, not questioned by the Ministry of Magic. If you want to get the truth of the matter, you might as well today Stay late, and tomorrow morning we'll listen to—”

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

The Auror was watched by everyone, and he stammered: "I just got the news that Yaxley was found, he, he died—but before he died, he told us...he said, everything is Felix Hep's conspiracy, he is the culprit!"

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