A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 490 Unpredictable People
In the makeshift tent, Ron sat on a chair with his feet lifted, and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's been a really long night."

"Yeah," said Hermione absently.

"Have you got something 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."

Angrily, Hermione dug out the beaded packet and tossed some snacks to Ron before she realized she had 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. After a few words of comfort, he looked at the packaging 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, 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. "This is what you ate when you were a child? I'll try chocolate again... Hey, it's not bad, but I still think the chocolate frog tastes 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, they don't taste much—"

"It's ok!"

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

"Crack clap."

"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 was no one in the tent.

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

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

This mutation seems to have touched the essence of life, the essence of magic.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 was surprisingly powerful. Every time he faced the green light of the spell, It made him feel horrified.

He must not 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 my choice, Ms. Jane, goodbye." Felix said softly.

There was a muffled noise outside the tent, and he 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, the palm of his hand Every grain is flowing with crystal clear light.

Under his gaze, the book of runes appeared out of thin air, turning the pages with a "crash", and magical phantoms appeared one after another. Felix's heart moved. He had a feeling that as long as he thought about it, countless The rune, without him actively condensing it, can form ancient magic in an instant.

"It turns out that the book of runes should be used with the transformed body." Felix thought about it, and he can try it when he finds a chance.He put the book of magic text into the palm of his left hand and integrated it into his body——the trouble of nowhere to put the book of magic text was solved unexpectedly.

At this moment, the noise outside was getting louder, and he heard Hermione's sharp voice, Harry's annoyed shout, Dumbledore's steady retort, and Fudge's exasperated shout, accompanied by restless commotion, everything It looks messy.

"Fudge..."

Felix's eyes flickered. He expected this scene, and it would happen sooner or later—not today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. As long as Fudge refused to admit the existence of Voldemort, he would definitely find trouble with Dumbledore and himself. As these days continued, 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, but with a big bag on his back.

"So Voldemort and the Death Eaters are gone?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Hype! You guessed right!" Dobby shivered when he heard the name, and then his big eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help looking at him with admiration in his eyes, " I really didn't expect that Dobby could 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 been prepared for this for a long time." Felix said.

Inside the bag were some small hand-held cameras and their fragments, um, Muggle artifacts, without any trace of magic, The Future World company bought a batch in bulk for research, and got a discount for large quantities.

While Harry was under the Cruciatus Curse, Felix had set up some far around the graveyard.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 pretty bad, but he was still satisfied, "Voldemort's bald head is quite conspicuous... Dobby, hide them , not to be disclosed to anyone.”

"Yes, Mr. Hape!" said Dobby beamingly, glad that he had Felix's confidence, and he shouldered his sack again, "Sir, if Mr. Lupine, or Mr. Harry Potter asks— —”

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

"Oh... okay." 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.Nothing personal - he and Dumbledore have always gotten along well, but he wants to reduce variables as much as possible and take the rhythm of things completely under his control.So he would rather use Dobby than reveal it to Dumbledore.

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

The purpose of Felix's so much trouble 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 stems from their common interest - the destruction of 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 idea when laying out, doing subtraction.

"Then, go out and face Fudge." Felix said to himself. He guessed that Fudge would concoct some plausible evidence and focus on him in order to divert public attention. very big.

Fudge probably connected "Trespassing at the Ministry" 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 still thinks of using the dementors in Azkaban to get rid of his threat, then Felix will definitely applaud .

When the decisive evidence came out, Fudge was doomed.

In fact, 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 the hero who fights against the Dark Lord. The impression of "Grand Prison" is quite different-the former is bearable, and the latter is irritating.

And anger would lead to Fudge's ouster, whether he wanted to 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 was walking 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 people with great fanfare, and the final investigation results It shows that he arrested the wrong person, how will he explain to the public?
The saliva of the people will drown him.

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

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

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

"Professors are the best healers," said Hermione, shivering in the night and saying in a shrill voice, "besides, are you really sure that St. Mungo's healers can deal with Voldemort's wounds?" She said the name with difficulty, and there was a sound of gasping all around.

Fudge glared at Hermione and growled, "Don't mention that name! It's not sure who-"

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

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

"You could have someone check it out," Harry said earnestly. "I've had a few Cruciatus Curses. There should 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 all that Harry said! "

Fudge's face turned purple. "It was all—accident! Minerva, my intelligence tells me that the child," he pointed to Harry, "has nightmares a lot, my God, he can still fight snakes." Speak! And now say that 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, and I wish I could die right away." He grinned and said with a smile: "But I He seems to be quite conscious now..."

There was a loud sob from the crowd.

"Oh, poor little Ronnie! Poor Harry! What have you endured?" said Mrs. Weasley in tears, as Bill and Mr. Weasley hugged her from side to side.

Fudge was still staring at them stubbornly, and he looked at Hermione, "You don't think you've got the Cruciatus Curse, do you?"

"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. That's why I refused you to go in. What if there are Voldemort's undercover agents among you?" manage?"

"Ridiculous! Absurd!" Fudge said loudly, panting, "I repeat, the truth hasn't been found out, you can't speak conjectures as facts." He looked at Dumbledore and said in a begging tone, "Dumbledore Lido, 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 you need most now is Calm down, get the Aurors out, and I promise you, you'll have the whole truth in the morning."

Fudge paled 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 stirred a hornet's nest, Professor McGonagall reprimanded loudly, Hagrid and Moody's savage voices echoed in the night sky, the students stared, what did they hear, Fudge was slandering their Headmaster?

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

"Very well," said Fudge, "very well!" he said aloud again, as if with a great deal of courage.

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

"Listen to me, Fudge! Think about what you're 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!" Raise your wand and move forward 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. I didn't expect—" Harry shook his head and took a step forward, with Ron standing beside him.

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

"That depends on how you define 'against the Ministry of Magic' and 'anti-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, 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 students who had taken the dueling class came out;

Some students who had taken the Ancient Runes course also came out;
And on many more occasions, students who had received Felix's off-the-cuff instructions came out;

Red sparks burst 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 move forward calmly; when the number of people pointing at them reached a third, they stopped; The solemn atmosphere was contagious. Driven by their companions, they silently raised their wands and looked at them with eyes full of anger. 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 moment, as if he had been punched hard, with only one thought on his mind ——

He's screwed.

(End of this chapter)