A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 491 Hat and Ring

"Crack-"

A few little wizards holding up their wands stared at a man with a big belly. He held a big, slightly smoking camera in his hand, and it was this thing that made the sound just now.

"Bozo, take some more shots," ordered Rita Skeeter, who was next to the photographer, shaking with excitement. This is big news, comparable to the Ilvermorny student protests in France. , or even worse—the chairman of the Magical Congress of America did not resign at the time, but in Rita Skeeter's view, Fudge's resignation was almost a certainty.

She raised her head and unexpectedly found herself the focus of attention.

“People need the truth, well — I’m going to tell it,” she said with a false smirk.

Rita Skeeter is wearing a dark red robe today, with some sequins attached to the hem of the robe, which is not conspicuous at night - at least it is much more low-key than in her previous appearances, which is why many little wizards have not noticed her reason.

Harry noticed her nails had turned from bright red to emerald green.

"Nasty guy -" Ron whispered, and then he added, "It's not that bad, and aside from being really annoying at first, she's pretty decent and even helped us out a couple of times. really weird……"

Collins snorted beside him.

"What?" Ron asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"Didn't you read her recent reports?" Cedric faltered, "After a few months of silence, she began to publish a large number of articles, create rumors about warriors, and arrange her private life..." Qiu also talked to him about this. There have been troubles a few times, but this is the trouble of happiness.

The short photographer named Bozo was taciturn but had a grumpy temper, "Jean, this is a photo that can win a news award—" he said roughly, pushing a little wizard away, picking a suitable angle, accompanied by With a few "clicks" and purple smoke, Fudge's big face was left on the film.

At this moment, Felix came out of the makeshift tent, cleared his throat, and looked around.

"Professor, you're awake!"

"Professor Haip—"

"Great!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione said pleasantly, and everyone turned their eyes away from Rita Skeeter's grotesque curls and the constant purple mist from the black camera to look at Felix in unison.

"Thank you, thank you," Felix said, "You have really helped a lot. If my... treatment... is interrupted, it will indeed cause a lot of impact." The three of Harry understood his words in an instant Unfinished meaning.

The other students read from this statement the truth of what Hermione had said earlier.They waved their wands cheerfully, and Fred exclaimed, "This is what we should do, Professor, how many detentions you have saved us from."

The original serious atmosphere was broken by Fred's gag. Surprisingly, many students actually nodded in agreement.

"Professor Haip taught me the technique of drawing the Fishbone Charm—"

"He knows everything about the creatures in the Black Lake!"

"It is said that the house-elves in the kitchen have a set of mysterious recipes, which were contributed by Professor Hep—"

"No wonder I often hear news that the professor and Warren have supper..."

"Professor Haipu caught me sneaking into the Forbidden Forest. Not only did he not close the confinement, he even invited me to travel with me in the Forbidden Forest... We encountered a terrifying acromantula, and I had nightmares for two days! Thinking about it afterwards, it might be Arranged by the professor..."

"How cunning, Professor!"

The students talked a lot.Professor McGonagall's lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his stern eyes swung between the students and Felix.

"Forget it, Minerva, you see how popular he is." Professor Flitwick said with a smile.

"In a common way, he took the lead in violating the rules, but I didn't see it..." Professor McGonagall said with difficulty, "We can only let the past go, and not make an example."

When the voice died down, Felix set his sights on Fudge and the Ministry Aurors.Like jack-o-lanterns in a Christmas hall, they stood motionless.

"Please allow me to refute a few words—" he said, "If Mr. Minister still thinks that I should be responsible for what happened tonight, I am willing to cooperate."

"Professor!" Harry looked at him anxiously.

"It's okay," Felix shook his head at him, looked at the three dirty faces close at hand, hesitated, and said to Hermione, "Miss Granger, can I ask you a favor?"

Hermione nodded repeatedly.

Felix looked into her eyes, and the magic of the Thinking Cabin flickered away.Then he pulled out his wand and held it in front of her—Hermione reached out and grabbed it—and immediately after, wisps of mist began to emerge from the tip of the wand, and they were surrounded by what looked like a soap bubble, which was pushed wider and wider by the mist. bigger.

"Imagine the most impressive memory tonight." Felix said, of course, this is for others to hear, and he and Hermione have communicated about the specific things in the thinking cabin.

When the soap bubble was the size of a human head, Felix disconnected it from the wand, and the soap bubble shone brightly in the black night sky, drifting slowly into the air.

"I seem to see some figures." A little wizard staring at the soap bubbles said.

"I saw it too."

When the soap bubble flew to a height of thirty feet, it could be clearly seen by hundreds of people around. At this moment, Felix waved his magic wand, and the soap bubble exploded with a "pop", and the mist inside was like snowflakes. They are also scattered one after another, forming a dynamic picture.

The people present saw Harry, and Ron who flashed past and was tied to the black tombstone—this was obviously a bystander's perspective, combined with the behavior of the professor, it should be what Hermione saw.

In the picture, Harry was covered in dust, turned his back to them, and shouted emotionally: "You dare not use the death curse on me, do you! You are afraid of the magical protection my mother gave me with her life, and you are worried that the spell will rebound again On you, and you're finished! It's a complete joke!"

Everyone kept their eyes on, and then they saw the person opposite Harry, "Hiss—" Many students and Aurors gasped.

They saw a nightmarish face, paler than a skeleton, with blood-red eyes, where there should be two thin slits in the nose, like a snake.He was wearing a thin black robe, the sleeves of which rolled up in the night wind, revealing a skeleton figure...

"Mysterious man!" Someone shouted in panic, "He's really back!"

The adults—including the professors, Aurors present, and people from other schools all showed serious expressions. Some of them may have only heard of Voldemort's horror, and some of them have never even heard of it, but the person in the picture The sense of oppression was accurately conveyed to their hearts.

Even just knowing a "resurrection from the dead" is enough for them to be ready.

In the footage, Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry, as if they were all of them, before he grinned horribly and uttered the spell: "Crucio!"

There was another exclamation in the crowd, and some people no longer dared to look at it.However, Harry actually blocked it, insisted on not falling down, but provocatively loudly, everyone couldn't help but sweat for him, Sirius stared at Voldemort's shadow, gritted his teeth.

Voldemort was obviously irritated by Harry, he chanted the Cruciatus Curse aloud, at this time a red light fell from the sky, blocking Harry...

"It's Professor Haipu!"

"It's incredible that he's in the air—"

"Rare is more strange. Didn't you see the silver wings he showed in the second project?"

"I just didn't expect that thing to actually fly!"

The screen ends here.Felix does not intend to show the complete process for the time being, to prevent the world from seeing Voldemort's strength and lose confidence; secondly, he does not want the process of his resurrection to spread repeatedly...

He glanced at Rita Skeeter in the corner, who was beckoning the photographer with her fat finger to snap a picture.

All he had to do was pick out an image that showed Voldemort's cruelty.

"That's all for the time being," Felix said in a suppressed silence. "It's just evidence, not absolute evidence, and Granger's condition is a bit bad..."

Hermione panted in due course.

"—I still have more evidence, which is more reliable than memory, but it may have to wait until the trial?" He looked at Fudge as if asking for advice, Fudge's face was ashen, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

"Of course not," Dumbledore said mildly. "As the chief mage of the Wizengamot, I will call a meeting of all Wizengamot members. Felix, I hope you can attend to testify."

"This is what I should do."

Felix said cooperatively.

Fudge was still talking to himself, "He's back—he's back—how could—how could—"

"So, Mr. Minister, do you have any questions? Or are you worried that I will run away before the meeting?" Felix asked.

Fudge's lips twitched, trembling, "No...not..." He forced a stiff smile, but someone interrupted him rudely, it was Madam Pomfrey, she had been waiting for a long time.

"So—it's finally over? Thank goodness!" She walked quickly in front of Harry and the others, "You need treatment, it's been hours, do you really think the Cruciatus Curse is so easy to resist?" She pushed and shoved , pushing Harry, Ron and Hermione like ducks.

"Ouch—" Ron groaned in pain, "Take it easy, Madam Pomfrey."

"Isn't it heroic just now?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him dissatisfied and said, "That's the Unforgivable Curse—"

"But I hurt my leg." Ron looked at her wrongedly.

"... Well, you are right, I won't care about the patient..." She rambled, and took the three of them to the temporary tent next door for treatment.

Dumbledore also arranged for the professor to take the students back to the castle in due course.

"While I appreciate the great integrity and courage you have shown tonight, I must remind you that it is late, go, go back to sleep, there will be no classes scheduled for the last week of the school year... ..."

The students cheered loudly.Then a few students yawned, contagiously, and soon everyone was yawning and tired.

When no one was looking, Fudge slipped away like a fat mouse.

"Wait, Mr. Minister, you still left your top hat—" George picked up a dusty hat from the ground, and shouted at him, Fudge turned his head numbly, and the top hat flew towards him under the influence of the spell , hit him on the nose.

The students who saw this scene laughed softly.

The Aurors didn't respond, they trudged away.

"Dawlish," Felix watched Fudge's embarrassment with satisfaction, and stopped the Auror who was walking behind, "help me send a message to Ms. Burns, I will take time to visit her in these two days."

Dawlish nodded.

Fudge, who also heard this, paused, but he didn't look back, but staggered a lot, and fell twice in a row before he disappeared from Felix's sight.

"I used to get along quite happily with him," Dumbledore said softly, looking into the distance, "When he first became a minister, he asked me for advice and help every day, but later, his confidence increased. , can make his own decision, perhaps out of disgust with the previous cautious experience, he became obsessed with power, and watched every person who might shake his position with vigilant eyes..."

"Albus," Felix smiled, "I'm already looking forward to the days without Fudge."

……

late at night.

The room was dimly lit, and the portraits of the principals on the walls were snoring.

Dumbledore sat in a chair behind his desk, thinking quietly, while the silverware on the table clattered and clattered.After a while, he opened the drawer on the left, where there was a locket and a magic wand.

Both items are related to Voldemort - the former is one of his Horcruxes, and the latter is his yew wand, which Dumbledore seized from Crouch the Elder on Christmas Eve.

But besides the locket and wand, there was now another ring in the drawer.The ring was large, crudely made of what seemed to be gold, and set with a heavy black stone with a crack in the middle.

"The Resurrection Stone...isn't the time yet." Dumbledore murmured softly, brushing the black gemstone on the ring with his fingers.

He closed the drawer with great patience, panting slightly.

"You're old, Dumbledore," said the Sorting Hat on the shelf.

"Thank you for reminding me." Dumbledore smiled slightly.Then he fell into deep thought again, "Is there only one left, or two?" After a moment of silence, he waved his wand, summoned the silver phoenix Patronus, and said calmly, "Severus, come to my office for a minute." trip."

　3.8k words today.The fourth episode is coming to an end soon. The author will spend the past two days looking through the previous chapters. I will collect all the foreshadowings that should be collected. The updates may be slightly less than normal. I hope readers will forgive me.

　　
　
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