A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the makeshift tent, Ron squatted on a chair and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's been a long night."

"Yeah," said Hermione absently.

"Do you have anything to eat?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked back at him.

"Hermione, I didn't eat much of dinner." Ron spread his hands and said aggrievedly, "If I don't eat, I will starve to death before Madam Pomfrey comes over."

"Eat, eat, eat, you know to eat."

Hermione angrily rummaged out the beaded bag, took out some snacks and threw them to Ron, and when she was done, she realized that she had just lost her temper for no reason.

"Don't worry, Hermione, the professor is dead and resurrected, and nothing will happen now," Ron understood her thoughts, comforted her a few words, looked at the packaging bag in his hand, and asked, "What is this? ?"

"Crisps and chocolate," said Hermione.

"How come I've never seen it before..." Ron muttered softly, he tore open the package, picked up a piece of potato chips and looked at it for a long time, put it into his mouth, and then his eyes lit up.

"It's Muggle snacks," Hermione explained.

"It tastes good," Ron sighed contentedly. "That's what you ate when you were a kid? I'll try chocolate again... eh, not bad, but I still think Chocolate Frog tastes better."

After a while, he was done eating.

"Anything else, Hermione?" Ron couldn't help asking.

Hermione flipped through it carefully, "The rest are all compressed biscuits, and they don't taste like—"

"It's ok!"

For the next time, the only sound in the tent was the sound of Ron eating.

"Crack clap."

"How long do you think the professor will stay in this state?" Hermione asked worriedly, Felix at the moment like a statue that would glow.

"Well... don't know, Dumbledore will be here in a while, you can ask him... ka cha ka cha..."

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent.

"Someone's here," said Hermione.

"Great," said Ron.

"I'll take a look." Hermione was a little worried, stood up and walked towards the tent curtain.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Felix opened his eyes and slowly glanced around.

The tent was empty.

He barely suppressed the boiling magic in his body so that they wouldn't be too active.

He just went through... No, all kinds of magical changes are still going on until now, the first is magic, like boiling water, the state has become extremely unstable, far beyond the magic riots he has experienced, Even now, the magic power is like a gurgling stream, constantly flowing; the second is 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 touch 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 down.

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 life-threatening spell was surprisingly powerful, and every time he faced the green light of the spell, It made him feel creepy.

Must not be hit, this is what survival instinct told him. But then he had to do it, there was no other choice. Phantoms created by magic puppets and mind huts cannot fool a wizard as powerful as Voldemort.

He must really die once.

Unless he wants to see other people die...

"Everyone has the right to choose. I made the choice, Ms. Jane, goodbye." Felix said softly.

There was a low noise outside the tent, and he also heard the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of people, but Felix didn't pay attention to it at all. He was attracted by his own changes. Every thread is flowing with crystal clear light.

Under his gaze, the Book of Rune appeared out of thin air, and the pages were turned "crashing", and magical phantoms appeared one after another. Felix's heart moved, and he had a feeling that as long as he thought about it, countless numbers would flow out of his body. The rune, without him actively condensing, can form ancient magic in an instant.

"It turns out that the Book of Rune should be used with the transformed body." Felix thought, and he can try it when he finds a chance in the future. He put the Book of Rune into the palm of his left hand and integrated it into his body - the trouble of nowhere to put the Book of Rune was solved unexpectedly.

At this time, the sound outside was getting louder and louder, and he heard Hermione's sharp voice, Harry's angry shouting, Dumbledore's calm retort, and Fudge's desperate shouting, accompanied by an uneasy commotion, everything It looks messy.

"Fudge..."

Felix's eyes flickered, he expected this scene to happen, sooner or later - not today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, as long as Fudge does not admit the existence of Voldemort, he will definitely find trouble with Dumbledore and himself, in order to avoid These days continued, and Felix made some preparations in advance.

"Dobby," he said softly.

A loud crack was confined in the small space, and the sound echoed in the temporary tent, unable to spread out. Felix retracted his hand and looked calmly at the sudden appearance of the house-elf.

Dobby was still dressed as he was, but with a large pocket on his back.

"So Voldemort and the Death Eaters have left?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Hepp! You guessed it!" Dobby shuddered when he heard the name, then his big eyes gleamed and looked at him in admiration." I never thought that Dobby would be able to participate in such a great thing, Dobby, Dobby is really honored."

"But, but..." He glanced cautiously at Felix and opened his back pocket, "A few were unfortunately damaged."

"It's not your fault, I've been prepared for this." Felix said.

In the bag were some small handheld cameras and their fragments, um, Muggle products, without any trace of magic, 'Future World' bought a batch for research, and got a discount because of the large volume.

While Harry was under the Cruciatus, Felix set up some far around the cemetery. Because of the enormous damage that the Battle of the Graveyard does to the environment, it's understandable to lose some.

"Dobby has collected all the pieces he can find, and maybe it can be repaired," said Dobby, puffing out his chest.

"...You did a great job, Dobby." Felix glanced at the shattered tape in the bag, and he didn't know if it could be repaired with magic.

He leaned over to pick up a full camera, fiddled with the buttons a few times, and looked down, the picture quality was pretty bad, but he was satisfied, "Voldemort's bald heads are quite conspicuous... Dobby, hide them. , and don't reveal it to anyone."

"Yes, Mr. Happ!" said Dobby beamingly, glad that he had gained Felix's confidence, and he put his sacks back on his back, "sir, if Mr. Lupin, or Mr. Harry Potter asked— —”

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

"Oh... well." Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared from the tent.

Felix stared deeply at the place where Dobby had disappeared.

He should have called Dumbledore. This was safer, but he ultimately rejected it. It's not a relationship - he and Dumbledore have always gotten along well, but he wants to reduce the variables as much as possible and take the rhythm of things completely into his own control. So he would rather use Dobby than reveal it to Dumbledore.

"People are unpredictable..." he muttered.

Felix has three goals for so much trouble, to complete the time loop, to solve Hermione's time backlash, and to bring back the three of Harry. As for other things, it is not within his scope of consideration.

All along, his tacit understanding with Dumbledore stemmed from their mutual interest - destroying Voldemort. But this time, Felix's "interests" have changed and become very small. Voldemort is dispensable in his eyes, but he is not sure what judgment Dumbledore will make.

A worry naturally arises:

Are his three goals more important, or is it more important to find an opportunity to destroy Voldemort's body and eliminate a war in advance?

If it is not controlled, it is excluded from the plan. This is what Felix really thinks when laying out, doing subtraction.

"Then go out and face Fudge." Felix said to himself, he guessed that Fudge would concoct some specious evidence in order to divert the public's attention, and focus his attention on him, no way, his suspicion is indeed very large.

It's likely that Fudge made the connection between "Breaking into the Ministry of Magic" and what happened tonight.

At that time, Fudge will take himself away in the name of 'cooperating with the investigation', and Felix will definitely cooperate with him. If Fudge can still think of using Azkaban's Dementors to get rid of his threat, then Felix will definitely applaud. .

By the time the conclusive evidence came out, Fudge was doomed.

In fact, Felix may also come back with evidence now, but he still 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-off the hero who fought against the Dark Lord." The impression of "The Prison" is not far behind - the former is tolerable, the latter is irritating.

And anger can lead to Fudge's ouster, whether he wants it or not.

Felix waved his hand to cancel the sound magic in the tent, and the hustle and bustle outside came in, and he happened to hear Fudge's frantic roar—

"Are you going to fight the Ministry of Magic?"

Felix's expression froze, and the hand on the curtain shrank back.

a few minutes ago--

Fudge walked up and down the clearing with a big belly. Less than a hundred feet from him, two makeshift tents were erected, one used as a makeshift hospital; the other, which had the purpose of his trip, was blocked.

He stared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were guarding the door, irritable.

He had a strong urge to order the Auror to forcibly rush in and bring people out, but he was a little afraid, Dumbledore was not far away... Not to mention that even if he succeeded, he took people away with great fanfare, and the final investigation result It shows that he has arrested the wrong person, how can he explain to the public?

The saliva of the people would drown him.

"Mind them!" Fudge turned his head to the side, looking at Dumbledore, "they are blatantly fighting the Ministry of Magic, against me--I said, I'm just asking Felix Hepper to cooperate with the investigation, not to convict, Just a precaution."

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

"I've been waiting outside for an hour, an hour! Concessions...how long do you want me to wait?" cried Fudge. "Am I still abusing him? Surely St. Mungo's therapist —"

"Professors are the best healers," said Hermione, her voice shrill, trembling in the night. "And you're 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 inhalation around her.

Fudge stared at Hermione and growled, "Don't mention that name! Not sure about the You-Know-Who-"

"Mr. Minister," Harry pointed to his clothes, "I can assure you that Voldemort is indeed back."

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

"You can have it checked," said Harry earnestly. "I've had a few Cruciatus curses, and they should leave marks?"

"Standard lie," Fudge waved, "it's impossible for a student to suffer from the Cruciatus, let alone several!"

"You idiot!" cried Professor McGonagall, "I can read the news in the newspapers with the wind and rain! Think about Crouch, think about the hands and feet of the Goblet of Fire, think about everything Harry said! "

Fudge's face turned purple. "It was all—accidents! Minerva, my intelligence tells me that kid," he pointed at Harry, "has a lot of nightmares, and God, he can still talk to snakes. Speak! Now you say that you have withstood the Cruciatus--"

"Uh, Mr. Minister," Ron raised his hand, "I don't want to interrupt you, but I've also been hit with a Cruciatus. It's really hard, and I want to die right away," he said with a grin, "but I He looks so conscious now..."

There was a loud sob from the crowd.

"Oh, poor little Ronnie! Poor Harry! What the hell are you doing?" said Mrs. Weasley, sobbing, as Bill and Mr. Weasley hugged her from side to side.

Fudge, still stubbornly staring at them, looked at Hermione, "You wouldn't say you're under the Cruciatus too, would you?"

"I didn't," Hermione said calmly. "It was Yaxley who hurt me, the guards from the Ministry of Magic who were ordered to protect us, and that's why I refused you entry. What if there was an undercover Voldemort among you? manage?"

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous!" exclaimed Fudge, panting, "I repeat, the truth has not been found out, you can't say it as fact." He looked at Dumbledore and said in a pleading tone, "Dumbledore Lido, you think about me, I have to do something..."

"Fudge, Fudge," said Dumbledore sternly, "your biggest problem is that you've done too little and now want to do too much, and you're 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 get the full truth tomorrow morning."

Fudge was pale and looked at Dumbledore with horror. "Tomorrow...? Whose truth is it? The truth you want?" As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

His words stabbed the hornet's nest, Professor McGonagall yelled, Hagrid and Moody's gruff voices echoed in the night sky, and the students stared, what did they hear, Fudge slandering their headmaster?

Fudge's body trembled, "Dumbledore, you also saw the testimony of three students and a gentleman of good reputation, which should I believe? Not to mention Yaxley is dead..." His There was a haze in my heart.

Yes, Yaxley is dead, who is the force behind him? Could it be...impossible!

At this time, a large number of footsteps approached from a distance, and there was a gap in the crowd. It was the Aurors who came to reinforce the Ministry of Magic.

"Minister, all the Aurors and strikers in the department are here, but..." Delixi looked around cautiously and said.

"Very good," said Fudge, "very good!" he said aloud again, as if adding a lot of courage.

He stared at the air, not looking into Dumbledore's eyes, and issued an order to the Aurors: "Arrest Felix Hepp, whoever is obstructed... regard it as obstructing law enforcement, and take them away together."

"Listen to me, Fudge! Think about what you're doing!" Dumbledore stepped forward, exuding unspeakable power.

Fudge couldn't help but take a half step back, but he still stubbornly didn't look at him. "You should think about what you're doing, Dumbledore!" Raise your wand and take a step forward.

"Sorry, I can't let you take the professor like this." Hermione raised her wand shiveringly.

"Mr. Minister, I used to respect you a lot, but 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 roared, "Are you going to fight the Ministry of Magic?"

"That depends on how you define 'against the Ministry of Magic' and 'against tyranny'," said a voice in the crowd. Fred and George stood up and 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," Neville said, shaking, raising his wand. His words drew the approval of a group of Gryffindor students.

"Mr. Minister, we hope you will consider it carefully," said Cedric, who, along with Collins and Roger, stood in front of Harry. Some students from the other three houses came out, led by the three warriors, who stood in front of Harry and pointed their wands at Fudge and the Aurors.

"Let's go too." Draco Malfoy said to his two followers, his eyes twinkling, looking at the gathering crowd.

The members of the Rune Club came out;

Some students who had taken dueling lessons came out;

Some students who took courses in ancient rune also came out;

And on more occasions, students who received Felix's casual instructions came out;

The tip of the staff burst into red sparks, brighter than the stars at night.

When only one or two people stood up, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic could move forward calmly; when the number of people pointing to them reached a third, they stopped; when more people were tragically The solemn atmosphere was contagious, and led by his companions, he silently raised his wand and looked at them with angry eyes, and when the number exceeded half, the Aurors just wanted to flee here immediately.

"You, you—"

Fudge stared blankly at the wand pointed at him from all sides, as the Auror's gathered courage burst like soap bubbles in the sun, and he was dizzy, as if he had been punched, and there was only one thought in his mind. ——

He's done.