A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 492 Amelia Bones

Felix woke up from the bed the next morning, looking refreshed and not at all tired.The side effects of the potion seemed to be neutralized by the mutation in his body. He stared at the gray ceiling, and next to his ears was the unconscious smacking of Varen lying on the cradle.

Felix grinned, got out of bed, and stretched.

"boom!"

The metal alarm clock on the cabinet exploded. Felix looked down at the broken parts, frowned, and waved his hand to reset the alarm clock.

"It takes a while to get used to it." He thought about it, and said to the sleepy-eyed Varen, "It's okay, you can sleep a little longer." He walked out of the bedroom.

Warren waved to him sleepily, turned over on the comfortable and soft velvet, and continued to sleep in a pile. Last night was another day of staying up late to wait for the return of the Great Demon King.

From the window of the office, you can see the lush forbidden forest and rolling mountains, the sky is clear and clear, like blue ink smudged, and the breeze tickles your face.

A tawny owl flew towards him with a newspaper in its beak, folded its wings as it approached the windowsill, and landed in front of him.

Felix opened the newspaper, and Fudge's big face immediately came into view, "It's indeed at the level of a news award." Felix muttered, and at this moment the owl hooted at him a few times, "Oh, oh." Hand it five nats.

The owl flapped its wings and flew away.

He stayed in the office throughout the day exercising his new powers, and was surprised to find that his magical powers had also grown considerably, which he reckoned might continue for some time.

In the afternoon, he found time to go to the school hospital.As soon as he reached the door, he heard Mr. Weasley's voice.He opened the door and entered.

"... Fudge shut himself up in his office, seeing no one," said Mr. Weasley, "I guess he seems to be trying to spend some time in the Minister's chair for some last minute..." probably realizing he was being too mean Yes, he shrugged and did not continue the topic. "Anyway, Fudge did a good job and appointed Ms. Burns to temporarily handle the affairs of the Ministry before the 'leave'."

"Thank you, Arthur," said Ms. Bones wearily.

There were quite a few people in the room.In addition to Harry, Ron and Hermione lying on the hospital bed, the talking Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Lupine, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, there is also a strange woman in the ward——Amelie Ya Burns.

"Can I come in?" asked Felix, standing in the doorway.

"Of course, Mr. Hype." The woman said, "There are many issues that cannot get around you."

Felix sized her up with interest, and sat down on a chair by the wall.

Ms. Burns said solemnly: "There are no outsiders here, so I will be blunt. People in the ministry are panicking now, and the news brought back by the Aurors makes everyone feel depressed. As soon as today's newspaper was published, panic spread throughout the entire city. Wizards, we must stabilize the situation as soon as possible... Headmaster Dumbledore, I need your help."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Before the darkness fully emerges, we can't mess around."

"That's it," Ms. Burns agreed.She took out a document, put on a monocle, and then lowered her head to examine the contents of the document, "Well, first, I must first confirm whether the mysterious man has really returned." Her two thick eyebrows raised high, " It’s not that I don’t trust you—I’ve listened to your statements, and it’s amazing that I can still think of using the Ouroboros Ring to ask for help in that situation...but I must be 100% sure before I can firmly implement the wartime policy.”

"A very reasonable request." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Amelia, I think what you need most now is a piece of conclusive evidence?"

Ms. Burns nodded gravely.

Dumbledore looked at Felix.

"Okay, but in advance, you can't see the whole picture..." Felix said, snapped his fingers, and called softly, "Dobby."

Dobby the house-elf appears in the house.

"Great Mr. Hap, what did you—what did Dobby see?" Dobby blinked, startled by a room full of acquaintances, "Mr. Lupine, Mr. Harry Potter and his friend Wizzy , Ms Granger, Mr Black, and - Mr Dumbledore!" he screamed.

"Hello, Dobby." Harry and Hermione whispered hello.

"Dobby," Ron couldn't help but Dobby immediately looked at him with shining eyes, "actually the pronunciation of my name, uh - I'll tell you later." Discuss the difference between "Weasley" and "Wicky" with Dobby next.

"Okay, Dobby, I'll get their autographs for you later." Felix said, "Now help me get the things I asked you to keep."

"Yes!" Dobby said excitedly, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

Ms. Burns turned to Mr. Weasley. "Shouldn't we be on guard against the little ones' magic? They're not at all subject to anti-apparition—"

"Oh, Ms. Burns, I don't think—" Hermione shrilled, clutching the sheet nervously, "you shouldn't suspect Dobby, or the elves in the kitchen, they've been working hard."

"Yeah, you're right," Ms. Burns said after looking down at Hermione for a while, "but we all know that the mysterious man has recruited a large number of pure-blood families, and they also don't lack the services of house elves."

Hermione fell silent.

At this time, Felix took out a piece of parchment and a quill from the cabinet next to him, and wrote and drew on it, "Excuse me, can some of you sign for me?" Dumbledore readily agreed, and signed from him. Judging from the length of the time, he should write his full name.

Several people signed their names one after another. When the parchment was passed to Harry, he stared at the writing on it: For the brave Dobby, the key evidence was obtained under Voldemort's nose.Below is a row of signatures.

Harry also signed his name.

After waiting for a few minutes, Dobby reappeared in the ward of the school hospital with a big bag on his back.

"It's all here, Mr. Hype."

Several people present watched Felix pick and choose in the bag curiously, took out a strange-looking square object, and began to press the button on it, Felix fiddled with it for a while, and handed it to Ms. Burns, " You can go to that glowing place, yes, that’s right..."

He actually only did two things, one is to avoid the camera with Hermione using the time-turner, and the other is to adjust the playback progress to after he appeared, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why he watched for so long in advance... and It's not easy to expose Lucius' existence.

Ms. Burns did as he was told.She first frowned at the poor picture quality in the camera, and then opened her mouth wide. She watched it quietly for a few minutes, and then put down the camera with a complicated expression.

"If I'm right, it's a Muggle item?" asked Ms. Burns in a low voice.

"Yes, you will find that there is no trace of magic on it, so as to avoid the attention of Voldemort and Death Eaters." Felix put the camera back, "You can find an expert in this field to find out, because of technical problems , The pictures captured by the camera cannot be modified, so they are very convincing.”

"Then I can take it—" Ms. Burns asked tentatively.

"Oh, not for the time being." Felix refused without thinking. "Because I trust you, I let you see a lot of things that shouldn't be revealed. If it were someone else, I would have to take some precautions."

"But you said before that you couldn't modify it—" Ms. Burns asked suspiciously.

"Ma'am, it's true that it can't be modified, but it can be overwritten." Felix said emphatically, "For example, if I cast a spell of permanent existence on the writing on the wall, you can no longer modify it, but you can write on the surface of the wall." Apply a new coat of paint to cover the writing..."

"I understand. I will arrange for someone to verify it." Ms. Burns said calmly without being too entangled.In fact, her heart was already full of turbulent waves, and she was resurrected from the dead... She completely understood why Felix did not want to release the complete video.

And this is exactly the illusion that Felix brought her—use one secret to cover up another, and let the Time Turner be buried in history, after all, it has buried countless secrets.

"Then—er—" Ms. Burns tried to reorganize the language, "The second thing is to confirm the appearance of the mysterious person. I think it's best to postpone it for a few days."

"Why? What's the difference between you and Fudge?" Harry asked aloud.

"It's completely different. At least the ministry knows about it, and I won't deliberately stop the news from spreading. It's just... formal recognition means that the war is coming. Maybe a few days later can let the other party take a chance. This will win for us." Some time." Ms. Burns said calmly, "The Ministry is urgently publishing a wartime survival manual, and I also need time to convince those who have weight, as I said before, to reach a consensus... Besides," she hesitated For a moment, "I want Connelly to come forward and announce this."

"That wimp?" Sirius said disapprovingly.

Ms. Burns gave him a stern look. "Watch your words, Sirius. He's still the Minister for Magic."

"Okay, Prefect Amelia," said Sirius lazily.

Harry looked at his godfather in amazement, and suddenly remembered Sirius' confession that he made her cry when he was in school.Harry's eyes were strange at the moment.

Ms. Bones glared at him, but she still explained calmly: "Connelly... Fudge may not stay in office, I hope the last impression he leaves on the public is to bravely stand up and announce the return of the mysterious man , instead of stepping down in disgrace before the war and disappearing from sight.”

"You're still going to keep him?" cried Sirius. "Look at all the darn things he's done!"

Ms. Burns did not look at him, but looked down at the papers to herself.

"Despite his personality flaws, Connelly is still very capable, more than enough to be a consultant."

Sirius murmured disapprovingly, which sounded a bit like "Woman..."

Several ladies present glared at him at the same time, Sirius shrank his neck, "It's my fault, the blow area is too big."

"Since we are talking about advisors," Ms. Burns slid her finger across the document, "there is one more important thing, Dumbledore, should you have restarted the Order of the Phoenix?"

The atmosphere in the ward became weird, and everyone looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "You're right, Amelia." He explained patiently: "You should know that after the war started, Voldemort would frantically plant spies into the Ministry of Magic. I must ensure that there is an independent Resistance outside the Ministry of Magic."

"I think," Ms. Burns pursed her lips, "that we should cooperate."

"What do you think?" Dumbledore looked at her curiously.

"The Ministry of Magic will not interfere with any actions of the Order of the Phoenix, but at least, we should exchange information, which is beneficial to both parties." Ms. Bones said fluently as if she had written a draft in advance, "And in the short term—— Before the situation stabilizes, someone must be stationed on the other side as a correspondent."

"You mean... a two-way garrison? An exchange of personnel?" Dumbledore asked.

"That's right," Ms. Burns said, "I can't and won't order you, but in this critical period, getting a relationship with the 'Greatest White Wizard' is the best way to stabilize people's hearts."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared wide-eyed, it was hard to imagine that this woman would talk about Dumbledore's reputation so openly.

"Before I came, I already asked the Aurors in the Ministry, and the applicants were quite enthusiastic," Ms. Burns showed a helpless expression. "If you agree, I will provide a list for you to choose from."

"I have no objection." Dumbledore agreed.

"The candidate on your side is—" Ms. Burns asked with a long sigh of relief.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then looked up at a man.

Sirius was leisurely watching the play, with his legs crossed, thinking about how to spend his summer vacation, until Dumbledore looked at him, and he raised his head vigilantly.

"Principal Dumbledore, you don't want me to go to the Ministry of Magic!" He jumped up suddenly, "You promised me to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the new school year! I have been preparing for such a long time. Gua School is fighting wits and courage with those mischievous students..." The more he said, the more wronged he was.

"This is only temporary," said Dumbledore with a smile in the corner of his eyes. "You only need to stay for a month or two, and it will not affect your work in the new school year."

"What about the others? Hagrid? Remus? And—"

"They all have their own business," said Dumbledore.

"Yeah, the principal is right, you're the one who has the most free time here." Felix couldn't help but make up the knife, and when he thought of the free-spirited Sirius entering the Ministry of Magic, he felt a sense of joy inexplicably.

Sirius glared at him viciously, looked around, and found that everyone was watching the show, even his godson looked at him expectantly, Sirius was so angry that his teeth itch.

"So—hey, Amelia, I want a consultant title too, no worse than...um...not worse than Felix and Fudge!"

"...only temporarily."

Ms. Burns obliged, rather reluctantly.

She also has a big opinion of Sirius, which comes from an indelible memory in school.

"One last thing," she said, taking a large bag from Mr. Weasley and placing it at Harry's feet, clattering.She said briefly: "The prize money for the hegemony competition was originally supposed to be [-] Galleons. I personally offered [-] Galleons as compensation—"

"It's not enough," Sirius couldn't help but criticize. "They have suffered so much, and they have shown fearless courage to escape from Voldemort's hands. The Ministry of Magic should award them a medal."

Ms. Burns's chest began to rise and fall violently, and she said word by word: "I was going to say it!"

She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "The ministry will discuss awarding you the Medal of Merlin, second class, in recognition of your bravery in the face of the mysterious man and your spirit of fighting to the death - and Mr. Haip, we are considering awarding you the Medal of Merlin first class."

Felix smiled and shook his head.

"You deserve it," Ms. Burns said immediately. "We need to set some examples in this war. If I can live to the end of the war, I will definitely distribute a lot of medals."

Harry was again struck by Ms Burns's "candor" and "outspokenness", though he thought it was a good approach.

"I'm going first," said Ms. Burns, "Arthur, I'll give you a few days off to spend time with the children, but don't take too long, the ministry will be very busy..." She walked into the ward At the door, he stopped and snorted heavily from his nose.

Everyone looked at her puzzled.

"Sirius Black! Come on!" she yelled angrily at Sirius, who was slumped in his chair with a listless face.

Sirius pointed at himself incredulously, "Now?" After getting an affirmative answer, he stood up dejectedly, and muttered in a low voice: "Well, Prefect Amelia is very capable and can order people..." He mumbling until the ward door closed behind him.

People in the ward looked at each other.

"Is it really okay to let Sirius pass? I don't doubt his ability, but in terms of character—" Professor McGonagall asked with a serious expression, "I'm worried that he will mess things up."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Lupine said with a smile, "Sirius learned how to deal with this minister when he was in school, maybe we have a chance to develop her into a member of the Order of the Phoenix..."

Professor McGonagall didn't look convinced.

At this time, Mr. Weasley couldn't restrain his deep interest. He pointed to the video camera held in Felix's hand and asked, "It can record images? Doesn't it use any magic?" Said, "It's incredible...it's amazing."

He liked it more and more, and finally couldn't help but asked Felix: "Mr. Haipu, can I ask where you bought it? I also want to collect one."

Felix wrote him an address, and reminded him: "It's best not to keep this thing at home, it will be disturbed by magic - by the way, you know Muggle addresses, don't you?"

"I can hail a cab, I know how to do it!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, as if he'd been looking forward to it for a long time. "I have a garage at home where I keep many of my treasures... …Have you ever heard of latches? I have several…”

"Did I tell you guys that my dad is crazy about Muggle things?" Ron whispered, covering his face.

Harry and Hermione nodded slightly.

Harry reminded him: "Mr. Weasley also showed me his garage, have you forgotten? A few weeks before the start of the second grade..." He couldn't help but look at Dobby, because Dobby was "dissuaded" by his kindness, and he was misunderstood by the Ministry of Magic for casting spells outside the school, and he was given a written warning.

To make matters worse, the letter was seen by Uncle Vernon.

Originally, after studying at Hogwarts for a year, the Dursleys' attitude towards Harry was cautious and indifferent—they were mainly worried about being conjured into a pig's tail, but the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic broke this False balance, Harry was locked in the bedroom, and even the windows were nailed with iron bars.

It was a nightmare.On the one hand, he worried that he would miss the train to start school and be expelled from school; on the other hand, he worried that he would starve to death, or that Hedwig would starve to death.Because of this, every time he thinks about it, he is very grateful to Ron and the Weasley twins who came to rescue him.

But that was a long time ago.He's doing fine now, "Dobby," he whispered.

The house-elf pricked up his bat ears and looked at Harry adoringly.

"Here is your signature, the professor asked for it for you."

(End of this chapter)