A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 605 News Spread
At the beginning of the holiday, Felix disappeared for two whole weeks.

He only communicates with the outside world through owls or sound transmission mirrors, and each reply is very short, and usually attaches the words "Concentrate on your research, and do not disturb if it is necessary to do something" at the end of the letter, which makes his social activities extremely difficult. It was reduced by [-]% all of a sudden, and all kinds of smart people who smelled the clues also shut up obediently, including those who waved Gringotts golden tickets and wanted to invest in the "future world" company.

It wasn't that Felix was shut up all day, cooped up in Room [-] with some hairless guy.

He always believes that a good mood can help improve work efficiency.

So during these times, he went to the Grand Canyon to see the Red River, went to the bottom of the sea to see corals, and of course, he may suddenly appear at the door of a friend.The number of wizards is not too many, but it is not too many. Taking the UK as an example, there are more than 6000 wizards living in a population of nearly 200 million. In conversion, the total population of wizards is about [-] million. There may be errors in the number, but the experience Quantity will not change.

It's just that they are scattered all over the world, making them relatively rare.

There are also some famous attractions in the wizarding world, such as the ghost forest, ghost town, vampire community and other distinctive magical places. They are like black markets in different countries, with strange rules.Compliance is a must if you want to have a good afternoon.

For example, the requirement of a certain vampire community that is open to the outside world is to 'smile without showing your teeth'. It is difficult for wizard families who come to play to know whether the peddler who claims to sell you authentic 'vampire food' is really a vampire. Felix is ​​serious It is suspected that ordinary wizards are in disguise.

"Blood rose, every bite is mellow!" A pale, acne-covered wizard yelled vigorously, his eyes lit up when he saw Felix, "Sir, you have a good eye—anyone No lady would say no to—uh—"

He looked down at Varun who was wearing a lady's hat, and coughed violently.

"Ask a question," Felix said as a golden Galleon danced on his fingertips, "Do vampires have acne?"

"We grow up!" the peddler cried out, "You can't discriminate against us, although our physique is a bit special, but—"

Felix pointed to the flat teeth exposed by his excitement, and the peddler hurriedly covered his mouth.

"All products are [-]% off, plus a ticket to visit the Vampire Duke's Castle." The peddler looked around, leaned his head closer and said in a low voice, "It is said that this activity is popular among Muggles."

"……make a deal."

Two minutes later, Felix and Warren each put on a vampire mask. Neither of them had the guts to try the supposedly 'pure-tasting' blood roses, but they would look nice on their heads as decorations.

They also wear a silver cross on their chest, and on the cross is tied a suffering vampire with fangs - it is said that some famous guy invented a substitute for human blood - also recommended by the peddler The product.

"Pairs perfectly with your masks!"

In comparison, Voldemort's life seems less than satisfactory - if he is conscious enough.In addition to repeating nightmares every day and carrying out various emotional tests, he occasionally accepts a sniffing onlooker...

It's a pity that Voldemort's will is far stronger than imagined, and the current research progress is quite slow, with little harvest.Felix had to be careful not to let him die - Dumbledore had gone to a meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards, and until he returned, Felix had to make sure Voldemort was intact.

So those 'destructive tests' can't be done.

In a recent letter, Felix urged Dumbledore to come back as soon as possible.

He brought up the old story again, hoping to fill Voldemort's mind with a flood of contrition.But this matter actually comes with certain risks, because they are faced with an unresolved problem: how to ensure that the soul fragments will not hurt Harry after being separated from him?
After all, there are only the last two intact Horcruxes in their hands - Hufflepuff's gold cup and Slytherin's locket, which means that even if they find an idea, there are only two chances of trial and error.

……

During the period when Felix was isolated from the outside world, the others were not idle either.

Aurors and strikers were scattered around by Ms. Burns to carry out a large-scale "anti-crime" operation. Due to the shortage of manpower, members of the Order of the Phoenix also joined them. It is a bit higher than the newcomers recruited by the Ministry of Magic in the past two years.

In addition to Death Eaters, spies attached to Voldemort, dark wizards, and some forgotten people were also affected in this operation.

In the north of England, the terrain is high.

A slight sound came from outside the cave, and the skinny wizard pricked up his ears, but he didn't dare to move his body. After a long while without any movement, he swallowed hard. It might be a mouse. He rested his head on the broken On the wool felt, with dull eyes——

"Boom!" The stone at the entrance of the cave was blasted away, and a beam of dazzling sunlight fell on him.

"Igor Karkaroff!?" said a sinister voice. Karkaroff shuddered and put his hands in front of him desperately. The long-term solitary life had exhausted his courage. Tremblingly, he said, "Don't, don't kill me!"

There were hoarse jeers from outside.

A few seconds later, Karkaroff opened his eyes. He had been hiding in the dark lair for too long, being nocturnal, and not very used to bright light.But he still sensed something was wrong with his remaining rationality—if it was his dangerous and evil companions, they would drag him out of the cave like a dead dog at this time, or directly give him an unforgettable Cruciatus.

There were many people outside the cave.

Karkaroff turned against the light and saw a ferocious face full of scars. He would never forget those iconic eyes in his life. "Mad-Eye?" Karkaroff was filled with sadness and joy. Ten years later, he fell into the hands of this old Auror again.

Moody didn't talk nonsense to him, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him roughly out.

"Let's all come and see, what I found!" Moody said half disgusted and half surprised: "You would never have imagined——" Seven or eight people gathered around and whispered to each other. "The former headmaster of Durmstrang?" "He's not dead?" "This smell... how long has he been hiding?" "It's been nearly a year, and the Dark Lord fell quickly, but he escaped a catastrophe .”

Karkaroff grabbed the last speaker and shouted out of his eyes, "What did you say? The Dark Lord—the Dark Lord has fallen? He-he's dead?"

Frank Longbottom snapped Karkaroff's hand apart, finger by finger.

"Fortunately, even a despicable person like you can share this joy." He said calmly: "I heard that you once abandoned your students and ran away alone? Give you a piece of advice, never go back... ..."

Karkaroff didn't hear what was behind him, he staggered a few steps, stared at his trembling, skeleton-like hands, and murmured, "Dead, he's dead?" He suddenly howled, "Voldemort Dead! Voldemort! Ha! He's dead! Voldemort! The bastard! The bastard! You've done me so badly—boo hoo."

"He's not crazy, is he?"

"Who cares?" Moody spat on the floor. "There are still six places suspected to be occupied by dark wizards, try to clean them up today. Remember——"

"Be vigilant at all times," said the young voice.

Moody fixed his false eyes on the new female Auror who interrupted, and said with a piercing smile, "You're a quick learner, Collins, I hope you don't just talk about it." Collins Foley shrank his neck and stopped talking , Professor Moody is still so scary.Frank Longbottom gave her a friendly smile.

That evening, a grand celebration banquet was held inside the Ministry of Magic.

The news of Voldemort's downfall also spread in a private way.That same night, the owls flew into hundreds of wizarding homes with the big news.Urgent mail took off towards dusk and they were punctuated over the UK over the next few days as part of the festive celebrations.

Outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, the Diggory family are having dinner.

The affectionate female voice on the magic radio sang repeating notes, the song was nearing the end, and Mr. Diggory picked up the conversation when he was full.

"Your girlfriend, Cho, her parents also work in the Ministry. I mean - if you're not interested in dealing with magical animals, go over there and find out -"

"Oh, Dad, we've talked about that many times," Cedric muttered.

"But things have changed, You-Know-Who's gone, Seid, and I want you to realize this: The Ministry is no longer a den of dragons and tigers, you don't have to worry about being attacked at any time, look! It's a place for good boys again ..."

Lady Diggory shot her husband a sideways look.Mr. Diggory shrugged. "Well, let's change the subject—let's talk about the yearbook. What do they call you, Puppeteer...is it some kind of nickname?"

"This is the name I have chosen for my future work." Cedric protested slightly dissatisfied.

"Funny, Seid, you've brought out the latent qualities of the Diggory family, sense of humor..." Mr Diggory broke off, as Mrs Diggory was grinding his toes hard, "Hiss— Do you need me to accompany you?"

"I made an appointment with Qiu." Cedric said in a low voice.

"Well, that's shameful—well, I mean it's nice...at least I don't have to worry about the Diggory family being left behind," said Mr. Diggory, pointing to the radio. "I don't know how many people these days People from the pure-blooded family were called in for questioning, they were not thriving in the first place, but now..."

"Next is news time. Celebrations have been held across the country. On behalf of the staff of the Ministry of Magic, this column reminds everyone that please keep it secret. If you can change the fireworks to be set off late at night, and the Muggles will notice The staff will be very grateful if you leave quickly before the exception, otherwise you may receive a fine of thirty Galleons..."

The same voice echoed in the Burrow not far away.

"Are there really a lot of people causing trouble?" Ron asked.

"Yes, the work of the Ministry of Magic has increased tenfold," Mr. Weasley said wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Snacks thrown around, a few Muggles camping in the wild in Cornwall, accidentally picking up half a box of sherbet drinks that make people float... Anyway, everyone is very busy."

"Some good news," said Mrs. Weasley sternly. "Your father has been working overtime these days."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"We've opened a new shop in Diagon Alley," whispered Fred, and Mrs Weasley, hands on the back of his waist, glared at the brothers for a moment, then said reluctantly, "Well, if you have to... Can't you wait until the grades are sent out to make a decision?" She added desperately.

Fred and George shrugged.

"Mom, time waits for no one. Hogsmeade's audience is still too small. Our Dark Lord series products still have great potential to be tapped!"

"Yeah, we're going to create a 'Festival of Reminiscence' to soothe hearts and minds hurt in battle with products that make you laugh out loud." George's voice trailed off as Mrs. Weasley's face quickly darkened Come down, but he still whispered the most important sentence, "So we plan to move out for a while."

"boom!"

A large pot of bacon hit the table.

The children at the dining table all leaned back. Mr. Weasley put on his glasses and said gently, "Molly, the children have grown up and they have their own lives."

"I know, I just—" Mrs. Weasley sobbed, and Mr. Weasley jumped up and hugged her, and she became even more excited, "The family is getting smaller every year... Bill and Charlie I was sad when I left, Percy hasn't been coming back all the time lately, and now even Fred and George are going..."

Fred and George, who were called by name, fidgeted in their chairs as if they were sitting on crappy polymorph cushions.

Fred hurriedly explained: "Mom, we still come back to live, but we've been busy recently..." He winked at Ron and Ginny desperately, but the two were fighting against each other and staring at the brothers!

He resolutely diverted the trouble, "If you feel that there are few people—Mom, I'd like to let you know that Ginny is talking about her boyfriend—"

"Ah—" Ginny screamed.

"—it's Harry." George finally found a chance to complete the sentence.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley froze in place, turning their heads stiffly for a moment, looking at Fred and George, "If this is a joke, if it's your prank, I swear—" Wes Mrs. Lay stammered.

"Absolutely not," said Fred gravely.

So everyone's eyes turned to Ginny, her face immediately turned as red as her hair, she screamed and ran away quickly.

The house was silent except for the radio dutifully broadcasting the news by the kitchen sink.

"——The Ministry of Magic has not released any more information. At present, it is only known that Albus Dumbledore and Felix Hemp are suspected to be related to the sudden downfall of the mysterious man. The fatal blow of You-Know-Who. But the portrait of Mr. Hype hanging in St. Mungo's denies this, and he confesses that he only did some auxiliary work..."

"Harry was involved, too," said Ron, breaking the silence in the kitchen. "Who wants to hear me say it again? I mean, to a certain extent, I am also one of the witnesses of the incident. If there are reporters who want to record this history in the future, they will definitely not be able to avoid me..."

At this moment, the two people mentioned in this conversation—Felix was visiting at the home of his Muggle friends Jim and Rebecca, while Harry was lazily having dinner with the Dursleys, watching the TV set A boring dinner was made even more boring by the emotionless newscasts and the sweltering July air.

"...The dangerous man Tom Riddle has been arrested and brought to justice recently. The people do not need to panic. He will have a fair trial according to the law..."

Harry raised his head with a "bass".

(End of this chapter)