A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Crack-"

Several little wizards holding wands stared at a man with a big belly, holding a large, slightly smoking camera in his hand, which was the thing that made the sound just now.

"Bozo, take a few more shots," ordered Rita Skeeter next to the photographer. She was shaking with excitement. This was big news, comparable to the Ilvermorny student protests in France. , or even worse—the president of the Magical Congress of the United States wasn't stepping down, but in Rita Skeeter's view, Fudge's resignation was almost a certainty.

She looked up, and unexpectedly found herself the center of attention.

"People need the truth, um—I'll report it truthfully," she said with a hypocritical smirk.

Rita Skeeter is wearing a dark red robe today, with some sequins on the hem of the robe, which is not conspicuous at night - at least a lot more low-key than when she appeared a few times before, which is also not noticed by many little wizards. her reason.

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

"The nasty one—" Ron whispered, and then he added, "It's not that bad actually, except that she was really annoying at first, she was pretty decent, and even helped us a few times, really weird……"

Collins snorted beside him.

"What?" Ron whispered, puzzled.

"Didn't you read her reports recently?" Cedric said hesitantly: "After a few months of silence, she started publishing a lot of articles, spreading rumors about warriors, and arranging her private life..." Qiu also talked to him about this. There have been several troubles, but this is a happy trouble.

The short photographer named Bozo was reticent but grumpy. "Jean, this is a photo that will win a press award--" he grumbled, pushing a little wizard away, picking the right angle, accompanied by With a few clicks and purple smoke, Fudge's big face remained on the film.

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

"Professor, you are awake!"

"Professor Hepp—"

"Great!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exclaimed in surprise, and they all looked away from Rita Skeeter's grotesque curls and the purple haze of the black camera, and all looked at Felix.

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

The other students read the veracity of what Hermione had said earlier. They waved their wands gleefully, and Fred exclaimed, "That's what we're supposed to do, Professor, how much confinement you've escaped us."

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

"Professor Heppe taught me how to draw the Fishbone Charm—"

"He knows the creatures in the Black Lake like the back of his hand!"

"It is said that the house-elves in the kitchen have a mysterious recipe that Professor Hepp contributed—"

"No wonder I often hear about the professor and Warren having a late-night snack..."

"Professor Haipu caught me trespassing into the Forbidden Forest. Not only did he not lock me up, but he also invited me to travel with me in the Forbidden Forest... We encountered a terrifying eight-eyed giant spider, and I had nightmares for two days! After thinking about it, it might have been The professor arranged..."

"How cunning, Professor!"

The students were talking. Professor McGonagall's lips pursed into a tight line, and his stern eyes swirled between the student and Felix.

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

"In a common saying, he took the lead in breaking the rules, but I didn't see it..." Professor McGonagall said in trouble.

When the voice died down, Felix set his eyes on Fudge and the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic. They stood motionless like festive jack-o-lanterns in a Christmas hall.

"Allow me to make a few rebuttals—" he said, "if Mr. Minister still thinks I am responsible for tonight's events, I am willing to cooperate."

"Professor!" Harry looked at him anxiously.

"It's all right," Felix shook his head at him, hesitated at the three dirty faces so close, and said to Hermione, "Miss Granger, can you please do me a favor?"

Hermione nodded again and again.

Felix looked into her eyes, and the magic of the Thinking House disappeared in a flash. Then he pulled out his wand and put it in front of her - Hermione reached out and grabbed it - and then the tip of the wand began to spew wisps of mist, and they were wrapped in what looked like a soap bubble, and the mist propped up the bubble more and more. bigger.

"Imagine the most impressive memory for you tonight." Felix said, of course, this was for other people to hear, and he and Hermione had communicated the specific things in the thinking cabin.

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

"I seem to have seen some figures," said a little wizard staring at the soap bubbles.

"I saw it too."

When the soap bubble reached a height of thirty feet, it could be clearly seen by hundreds of people around. At this time, Felix waved his wand, and the soap bubble burst with a "pop", and the mist inside was like snowflakes. The same is scattered and scattered, forming a dynamic picture.

The people present saw Harry, and Ron who was bound to the black tombstone in a flash - this is obviously the perspective of a bystander, combined with the professor's behavior, it should be what Hermione saw.

In the picture, Harry is covered in dust, his back to them, and emotionally shouting: "You dare not use the death-killing spell 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 done! Completely a joke!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed, and then they saw the person opposite Harry, "Hush-" Many students and Aurors gasped.

They saw a nightmarish face, paler than a skeleton, with blood-red eyes, and there were only two slits where the nose should have been, like a snake. He was wearing a thin black robe, which was rolled up in the night wind, showing a skeleton figure...

"You-Know-Who!" someone shouted in panic, "He's really back!"

The adults, including the professors, Aurors, and people from other schools, all showed a cautious look. Some of them may have only heard of Voldemort's horror, and some of them have not even heard of it, but the person in the picture The sense of oppression is accurately conveyed to their hearts.

Even if they only know one "resurrection", it is enough for them to be ready.

In it, Voldemort's red eyes stare at Harry as if he were all of them, then he smiles horribly and utters the incantation: "Going out!"

The crowd exclaimed again, and some people were afraid to look. However, Harry actually blocked, insisted not to fall, but provoked loudly, everyone couldn't help sweating for him, Sirius stared at Voldemort's shadow, his teeth clenched.

Voldemort, clearly enraged by Harry, chanted Cruciatus aloud, when a red light fell from the sky, blocking Harry...

"It's Professor Hepp!"

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

"How rare and 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 didn't plan to show the complete process for the time being, to prevent the world from seeing Voldemort's strength and lose confidence; secondly, he didn't want to let the process of his own resurrection spread repeatedly...

He glanced at Rita Skeeter in the corner, who was holding out her fat fingers for the photographer to hurry up to take a picture.

All he had to do was pick out a scene that showed Voldemort's cruelty.

"That's all for now," Felix said in a repressed silence. "It's just a corroboration, not an absolute proof, and Granger's condition is a bit poor..."

Hermione was panting at the right moment.

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

"Of course not," said Dumbledore mildly. "I will convene a meeting of all members of Wizengamore in my capacity as Chief Mage of Wizengamore, Felix, and I hope you will be there to testify."

"This is what I should do."

Felix said cooperatively.

Fudge was still muttering to himself, "He's back--really--how-how-how--"

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

Fudge's lips were squirming and trembling, "No... not..." He forced a stiff smile, but someone interrupted him rudely. It was Madam Pomfrey, who had been waiting for a long time.

"So—it's finally over? Thank goodness!" She trotted over to Harry and the others. "You guys need treatment, it's been hours, do you really think Cruciatus is so easy to resist?" She pushed and shoved. , pushing Harry, Ron and Hermione like a duck.

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

"Wasn't it heroic just now?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him disapprovingly. "That was the Unforgivable Curse—"

"But it's the leg that I hurt." Ron looked at her aggrieved.

"...Well, you're right, I don't care about patients..." She rambled, taking the three 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's getting late, go and get some sleep, no classes will be scheduled for the last week of the school year... …”

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

Fudge slipped away like a fat mouse while no one noticed.

"Wait, Mr. Minister, you dropped your top hat—" George picked up a dusted hat from the ground and shouted at him, and Fudge turned his head blankly, and the top hat flew towards him under the spell , hit him on the nose.

The students who saw this scene laughed lowly.

The Aurors didn't react at all, and shuffled away.

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

Delix nodded.

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

"I used to get along fairly well with him," Dumbledore said softly, looking into the distance. "When he first started as a minister, he asked me for advice and help every three days, but then his confidence increased. , can make his own decision, perhaps out of disgust with his previous cautious experience, he is obsessed with power, and watches with vigilance at everyone who might shake his position..."

"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 the chair behind the desk, thinking quietly, the silverware on the table was making a noise. After a while, he opened the drawer on the left, where there was a locket and a wand.

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

But in addition to the locket and wand, there is now another ring in the drawer. The ring was large, like gold, of rough workmanship, with a heavy black stone with a crack in the center.

"The Resurrection Stone...not yet." Dumbledore murmured softly, brushing his fingers over the black gem on the ring.

He closed the drawer with great patience, gasping slightly.

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

"Thank you for the reminder." Dumbledore smiled slightly. Then he fell into thought again, "Only one, or two?" After a moment of silence, he waved his wand, summoned the silver Patronus of the Phoenix, and said calmly, "Severus, come to my office trip."

3.8k words today. The fourth episode is about to end. The author has to spend the past two days looking through the previous chapters. Please accept all the foreshadowings that should be collected. The update may be slightly less than normal. I hope readers will forgive me.