"Professor, how are you—"
"I'm fine." Felix got up from the ground, and Harry quickly found him a chair to sit down. He closed his eyes and gasped slightly. The three people looked at Felix worriedly. The professor seemed to have recovered from the previous terrifying state, but he did not recover completely—his face, neck, hands... from time to time would be transformed into densely packed magic texts. Then it becomes a complete skin in the next second, repeating this process continuously.
"I'm not quite familiar with this state. To avoid frightening people, I won't go out first... You go to Headmaster Dumbledore and tell him what happened."
Felix opened his eyes, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were taken aback. The professor's shallow blue pupils were replaced by countless magic texts, and his eyes were like two shrunken magic balls. When he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, and his body began to flicker again.
The three looked at each other.
"Obviously, the professor needs time to master the new power, and someone must stay here during this time." Hermione said.
"Let’s go, you and Ron will stay here," Harry decided after a short pause, "You are all injured—"
"It seems like it’s being said. Several of Cruciatus Curse's people are not like you." Ron grinned.
Harry responded with a smile. "At least my legs are fine, and—" He hesitated for a while, and said uncertainly: "In fact, afterwards, I felt that Voldemort's incantation hadn't affected me so much. It was like...like mine. The body is gradually adapting to the damage caused by Cruciatus Curse..."
Ron and Hermione stared at him suspiciously.
Ron said anxiously: "Harry, you'd better look for Madam Pomfrey. I heard that suffering multiple Cruciatus Curse will cause serious side effects—"
"Do you think Am I crazy?" Harry stared, Ron shifted his gaze away from him, and muttered, "At least it's not a bad thing to make sure."
"It might be—uh—Harry The role of defensive magic in the blood," Hermione said cautiously, "Let’s stop guessing, to be honest, Headmaster Dumbledore is not here, I'm a little flustered." She glanced carefully at Felix, and put her hand in her hands. Pocket, where he put the ring he gave him.
The professor's previous excuse was that there were some contraband in the ring. In order to beware of the Ministry of Magic's inspection, he temporarily gave it to her for safekeeping. She didn't think much about it, but now that she got rid of the danger, she began to wonder, if it was just a general investigation, would it be necessary to achieve this level?
Harry nodded, walked towards the door. When he was about to lift the curtains of the tent, Hermione stopped him.
"Wait, Harry—"
Harry turned around and saw Hermione looking at him seriously.
"Do you know how to say it?"
"Know—what—" Harry didn't understand what she meant for a while.
"Time-Turner." Hermione reminded him.
Harry suddenly realized that, yes, Hermione went back to the past and revised the history...No, according to the information he recently reviewed, there are only two results when using Time-Turner:
Either it fails-the user bears the backlash, and will threaten the'time' from the past to the present;
Or it succeeds-everything the user does during time travel will become history Part of it is a complement to history. It's like "destined", but Hermione explained to him that the so-called destiny is actually because the user succeeds. Once it fails, it will cause extremely serious consequences like Eloise Mintab.
So what should he say? Harry thought about it seriously, and soon found a way. It's actually very simple, just omit the process of Hermione using the converter. As for how the professor managed to "resurrect from the dead", he didn't know. Maybe it’s a special magic, you shouldn’t know it, right?
Harry suddenly remembered a detail. Little Crouch clearly recognized Time-Turner, and wanted to reveal the secret...so the professor chose to kill him immediately? Harry felt a little repulsive of killing, but immediately blamed his weakness. This was war. He warned himself, not to mention that Little Crouch had done so many bad things. The deeds of Death Eater and Auror that Professor Moody asked the students to read aloud in class are vivid...
He had never realized that the war was so close to him before. Harry suddenly became sentimental, knowing that he would have to wait another month for his fifteenth birthday.
The night sky is a little bit starry. On his left is the pitch-black towering maze castle, standing silently in the dark, and on the right is the arc-shaped tall stand. He squinted his eyes, and the ground is everywhere. There is a silhouette walking around.
He saw two burly big men, several laps bigger than the others, as if they had cast a swelling curse. They must be Hagrid and Madam Maxime. Not far from them, Harry saw a thin and tall silhouette, with a translucent silver beard wafting freely in the cool night breeze... It was Dumbledore. Harry’s heart quickly calmed down, and he dragged it. With tired footsteps, step by step moved over.
"I searched the surrounding Forbidden Forest and found no clues!" Hagrid waved his arms very irritably, "I ask Centaur to help find it, and there is no news yet..."
"You heard, Cornelius, the details are still unknown... I'm afraid we can only wait with peace of mind." Dumbledore said calmly.
"How can you make me feel at ease, Dumbledore?" Fudge exclaimed. "The three champions who have just won the championship have disappeared collectively. They are still alive and dead now...what will the reporters write tomorrow?"
"Cornelius, it doesn't matter what the reporter writes. What's important is the meaning behind this incident—"
"What's the meaning?" Fudge asked immediately.
"Isn't that obvious enough!" An angry voice yelled against Fudge's ear. Fudge was taken aback. He turned around. Mad-Eye Moody was standing next to him sometime, his heavy body leaning on the crutch, and the magic eye staring at him.
"Sorry, I can't tell." Fudge said coldly, and at the same time glanced dissatisfiedly at Auror behind him, they were obviously negligent.
"Think about why I was treated as a puppet? Who put the names of Harry Potter and his two friends in the Goblet of Fire?" Moody said gruffly, crutches." "Tuk-tuk" knocked on the ground, making a loud impact.
"You said Barty Jr. ·Crouch?" Fudge frowned. "But he has escaped. During this time, one third Auror has been tracking him everywhere except tonight..."
"So you thought it was over? Little Crouch and the forces behind him tried to take Harry out of the school, so they gave up so easily? Can't what happened today make you alert?"
Moody spit on the ground fiercely, and Fudge flushed.
"Alastor makes sense, Cornelius, you can't ignore the approaching danger. I can almost conclude that we are in a huge conspiracy." Dumbledore said softly.
"Conspiracy?" Fudge repeated the word. Harry was standing behind the crowd. The moon was not bright tonight. Fudge's face was shrouded in large shadows, which made him look far from Second Year. During the summer, Harry was as amiable as he had seen in Leaky Cauldron-even though they were discussing Harry's illegal inflating of his aunt.
"I know what you are going to say, and it's an old saying...I told you at the dinner that I have sent an elite squad, and everything is subject to their investigation results." Fudge Said impatiently, "If I have to talk about conspiracy, I would like to ask, where did Felix Haip go? You keep talking about it, Dumbledore..."
"I think," Dumbledore calmly Said, "Felix may have a special feeling for the whereabouts of Potter, Weasley, and Granger. He is very good at making various baubles, and can often play a huge role in critical moments... For example, he gave me at Christmas. The body protection symbol will help me a lot."
"I don't have time to listen to you talking--"
"I'm just giving an example," Dumbledore said gently "On the contrary, I’m also curious—the guard who came out of the maze castle seems to be missing one? Where did he go?"
Fudge turned his head and looked towards the two Aurors behind him, one of them turned towards He clicked nodded and whispered: "Yaxley is gone."
"It doesn't tell you much," Fudge said immediately, "Maybe he found something unusual...and added him to the search list. ." He said to the Auror. Auror nodded, turned and left.
"The Yaxley you are looking for is a Death Eater!" Harry couldn't help it anymore, standing behind loudly shouted.
The person in front was taken aback. The one closest to Harry, one of the Beauxbatons' Champions, Jacqueline jumped up in shock. She followed Madam Maxime to watch the excitement. Staring wide, looking at Harry who was dark and dusty, he backed away again and again.
There was a commotion among the onlookers. "Harry is back!" a voice yelled, "He is back alive!" The news spread at a jaw-dropping speed, as people kept approaching, and footsteps rushed towards him from all directions.
People raised the wand to see more clearly. The densely packed light spots made Harry dizzy. Inhales and screams came and went one after another. He heard Mrs. Weasley's voice from many voices. Unique voice, and Hagrid's excited roar.
Immediately after, a pair of powerful arms grabbed him, and Harry tried to keep his eyes wide open. It was Dumbledore.
"Are you all back?" he asked quickly.
"Yes." Harry said, seeing Sirius and Lupin trying to squeeze over in the corner.
"So, Felix succeeded?" He continued to confirm in a low voice.
"It's—what?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in amazement. He blinked mischievously, silently comparing his mouth: Time-Turner.
Harry was so shocked that he couldn't speak. But Dumbledore seemed to read the answer from his expression, his voice regained his calmness and composure, and asked in a normal volume: "You saw Voldemort?" The people around were startled by this question, and they stopped at the same time. After squeezing forward, he looked at Dumbledore and Harry intently.
Harry noticed that Fudge's eyes were as wide as a cow.
"Yes! Headmaster Dumbledore, we met Voldemort, he was resurrected a few months ago! It was he who planned the conspiracy tonight, and—" Harry suddenly remembered something. "Yaxley! It was he who modified the destination of the portkey trophy!"
The people who rushed over again became anxiously commotion, and the spread was even greater. Hundreds of people around took a deep breath at the same time. .
"Are you sure?" Fudge rushed over like a bull, clutching Harry by the collar, saliva splash across, "Are you sure? Haip? Where is Felix Haip? What did he do? ?"
"He saved us!" Harry exclaimed annoyedly.
"Are everyone alive, too?" Fudge asked rough air in his nostrils.
Harry suddenly didn't want to answer Fudge's question, but he saw the Weasley family and Grangers in the crowd, their eyes flashing with rays of light of fear and hope. So he said loudly, "Yes! Ron and Hermione are alive, they are all fine! Except for the Death Eater, I don't know if he died in the aftermath of the battle."
Mrs. Granger After a cry, and then fainted, Mrs. Weasley was a little better, but sobbed loudly, while their relatives calmed down softly.
"Please come here, Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He grabbed Harry's shoulder and Fudge's hand loosened like an electric shock. "There are some people here who need treatment. Minerva, help me take care of Granger. Couple."
Professor McGonagall nodded.
At this moment Hagrid squeezed in, Sirius and Lupin followed him, and followed the huge gap Hagrid walked through to Harry.
"Are you hurt? Harry, are you hurt?" Sirius wanted to see something from Harry, but Harry was so dirty that he seemed to have been rolling in the mud for half an hour . He can't see anything.
"Nothing," Harry whispered, "Just a few Cruciatus Curse..."
"His! That's Cruciatus Curse!" Sirius yelled, "Why don't you Say it early!" He glared at Harry and lost his temper, but Harry felt warm in his heart, and Sirius tried to pick him up.
"I'll come." Hagrid said gruffly, and he held Harry in his arms like a baby.
"No, wait," Harry struggled desperately in Hagrid's arms, "Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Haip and Ron, Hermione are still in the makeshift tent, Professor Haip...he, um...he is dealing with Injury, I don’t want to be disturbed by others..."
"I understand." Dumbledore said, "I will set up another makeshift tent next to me."
Hagrid, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore, etc., the entire group moved towards the temporary tent, and the crowd followed silently. They all wanted to get a certain result... Fudge stayed in place, his expression hesitant.
At this time, the Auror who had just left came back and whispered to Fudge. Fudge's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opened and closed several times.
"Wait, Dumbledore!" he shouted.
"Fudge," Dumbledore showed impatience for the first time tonight, "You see their state too-they need treatment, not Ministry of Magic interrogation. If you want to get The truth of the matter, you might as well stay tonight, and we will listen to it tomorrow morning—"
"No, Dumbledore, you better listen to this," Fudge's expression looked confused and relaxed, he pointed The Auror, "Tell the news you got again."
The Auror was watched by everyone and stammered: "Just got the news, Yaxley found it, he, he Dead-but before he died, he told us... He said that everything was a conspiracy by Felix Haip, and he was the culprit!"
"I'm fine." Felix got up from the ground, and Harry quickly found him a chair to sit down. He closed his eyes and gasped slightly. The three people looked at Felix worriedly. The professor seemed to have recovered from the previous terrifying state, but he did not recover completely—his face, neck, hands... from time to time would be transformed into densely packed magic texts. Then it becomes a complete skin in the next second, repeating this process continuously.
"I'm not quite familiar with this state. To avoid frightening people, I won't go out first... You go to Headmaster Dumbledore and tell him what happened."
Felix opened his eyes, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were taken aback. The professor's shallow blue pupils were replaced by countless magic texts, and his eyes were like two shrunken magic balls. When he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, and his body began to flicker again.
The three looked at each other.
"Obviously, the professor needs time to master the new power, and someone must stay here during this time." Hermione said.
"Let’s go, you and Ron will stay here," Harry decided after a short pause, "You are all injured—"
"It seems like it’s being said. Several of Cruciatus Curse's people are not like you." Ron grinned.
Harry responded with a smile. "At least my legs are fine, and—" He hesitated for a while, and said uncertainly: "In fact, afterwards, I felt that Voldemort's incantation hadn't affected me so much. It was like...like mine. The body is gradually adapting to the damage caused by Cruciatus Curse..."
Ron and Hermione stared at him suspiciously.
Ron said anxiously: "Harry, you'd better look for Madam Pomfrey. I heard that suffering multiple Cruciatus Curse will cause serious side effects—"
"Do you think Am I crazy?" Harry stared, Ron shifted his gaze away from him, and muttered, "At least it's not a bad thing to make sure."
"It might be—uh—Harry The role of defensive magic in the blood," Hermione said cautiously, "Let’s stop guessing, to be honest, Headmaster Dumbledore is not here, I'm a little flustered." She glanced carefully at Felix, and put her hand in her hands. Pocket, where he put the ring he gave him.
The professor's previous excuse was that there were some contraband in the ring. In order to beware of the Ministry of Magic's inspection, he temporarily gave it to her for safekeeping. She didn't think much about it, but now that she got rid of the danger, she began to wonder, if it was just a general investigation, would it be necessary to achieve this level?
Harry nodded, walked towards the door. When he was about to lift the curtains of the tent, Hermione stopped him.
"Wait, Harry—"
Harry turned around and saw Hermione looking at him seriously.
"Do you know how to say it?"
"Know—what—" Harry didn't understand what she meant for a while.
"Time-Turner." Hermione reminded him.
Harry suddenly realized that, yes, Hermione went back to the past and revised the history...No, according to the information he recently reviewed, there are only two results when using Time-Turner:
Either it fails-the user bears the backlash, and will threaten the'time' from the past to the present;
Or it succeeds-everything the user does during time travel will become history Part of it is a complement to history. It's like "destined", but Hermione explained to him that the so-called destiny is actually because the user succeeds. Once it fails, it will cause extremely serious consequences like Eloise Mintab.
So what should he say? Harry thought about it seriously, and soon found a way. It's actually very simple, just omit the process of Hermione using the converter. As for how the professor managed to "resurrect from the dead", he didn't know. Maybe it’s a special magic, you shouldn’t know it, right?
Harry suddenly remembered a detail. Little Crouch clearly recognized Time-Turner, and wanted to reveal the secret...so the professor chose to kill him immediately? Harry felt a little repulsive of killing, but immediately blamed his weakness. This was war. He warned himself, not to mention that Little Crouch had done so many bad things. The deeds of Death Eater and Auror that Professor Moody asked the students to read aloud in class are vivid...
He had never realized that the war was so close to him before. Harry suddenly became sentimental, knowing that he would have to wait another month for his fifteenth birthday.
The night sky is a little bit starry. On his left is the pitch-black towering maze castle, standing silently in the dark, and on the right is the arc-shaped tall stand. He squinted his eyes, and the ground is everywhere. There is a silhouette walking around.
He saw two burly big men, several laps bigger than the others, as if they had cast a swelling curse. They must be Hagrid and Madam Maxime. Not far from them, Harry saw a thin and tall silhouette, with a translucent silver beard wafting freely in the cool night breeze... It was Dumbledore. Harry’s heart quickly calmed down, and he dragged it. With tired footsteps, step by step moved over.
"I searched the surrounding Forbidden Forest and found no clues!" Hagrid waved his arms very irritably, "I ask Centaur to help find it, and there is no news yet..."
"You heard, Cornelius, the details are still unknown... I'm afraid we can only wait with peace of mind." Dumbledore said calmly.
"How can you make me feel at ease, Dumbledore?" Fudge exclaimed. "The three champions who have just won the championship have disappeared collectively. They are still alive and dead now...what will the reporters write tomorrow?"
"Cornelius, it doesn't matter what the reporter writes. What's important is the meaning behind this incident—"
"What's the meaning?" Fudge asked immediately.
"Isn't that obvious enough!" An angry voice yelled against Fudge's ear. Fudge was taken aback. He turned around. Mad-Eye Moody was standing next to him sometime, his heavy body leaning on the crutch, and the magic eye staring at him.
"Sorry, I can't tell." Fudge said coldly, and at the same time glanced dissatisfiedly at Auror behind him, they were obviously negligent.
"Think about why I was treated as a puppet? Who put the names of Harry Potter and his two friends in the Goblet of Fire?" Moody said gruffly, crutches." "Tuk-tuk" knocked on the ground, making a loud impact.
"You said Barty Jr. ·Crouch?" Fudge frowned. "But he has escaped. During this time, one third Auror has been tracking him everywhere except tonight..."
"So you thought it was over? Little Crouch and the forces behind him tried to take Harry out of the school, so they gave up so easily? Can't what happened today make you alert?"
Moody spit on the ground fiercely, and Fudge flushed.
"Alastor makes sense, Cornelius, you can't ignore the approaching danger. I can almost conclude that we are in a huge conspiracy." Dumbledore said softly.
"Conspiracy?" Fudge repeated the word. Harry was standing behind the crowd. The moon was not bright tonight. Fudge's face was shrouded in large shadows, which made him look far from Second Year. During the summer, Harry was as amiable as he had seen in Leaky Cauldron-even though they were discussing Harry's illegal inflating of his aunt.
"I know what you are going to say, and it's an old saying...I told you at the dinner that I have sent an elite squad, and everything is subject to their investigation results." Fudge Said impatiently, "If I have to talk about conspiracy, I would like to ask, where did Felix Haip go? You keep talking about it, Dumbledore..."
"I think," Dumbledore calmly Said, "Felix may have a special feeling for the whereabouts of Potter, Weasley, and Granger. He is very good at making various baubles, and can often play a huge role in critical moments... For example, he gave me at Christmas. The body protection symbol will help me a lot."
"I don't have time to listen to you talking--"
"I'm just giving an example," Dumbledore said gently "On the contrary, I’m also curious—the guard who came out of the maze castle seems to be missing one? Where did he go?"
Fudge turned his head and looked towards the two Aurors behind him, one of them turned towards He clicked nodded and whispered: "Yaxley is gone."
"It doesn't tell you much," Fudge said immediately, "Maybe he found something unusual...and added him to the search list. ." He said to the Auror. Auror nodded, turned and left.
"The Yaxley you are looking for is a Death Eater!" Harry couldn't help it anymore, standing behind loudly shouted.
The person in front was taken aback. The one closest to Harry, one of the Beauxbatons' Champions, Jacqueline jumped up in shock. She followed Madam Maxime to watch the excitement. Staring wide, looking at Harry who was dark and dusty, he backed away again and again.
There was a commotion among the onlookers. "Harry is back!" a voice yelled, "He is back alive!" The news spread at a jaw-dropping speed, as people kept approaching, and footsteps rushed towards him from all directions.
People raised the wand to see more clearly. The densely packed light spots made Harry dizzy. Inhales and screams came and went one after another. He heard Mrs. Weasley's voice from many voices. Unique voice, and Hagrid's excited roar.
Immediately after, a pair of powerful arms grabbed him, and Harry tried to keep his eyes wide open. It was Dumbledore.
"Are you all back?" he asked quickly.
"Yes." Harry said, seeing Sirius and Lupin trying to squeeze over in the corner.
"So, Felix succeeded?" He continued to confirm in a low voice.
"It's—what?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in amazement. He blinked mischievously, silently comparing his mouth: Time-Turner.
Harry was so shocked that he couldn't speak. But Dumbledore seemed to read the answer from his expression, his voice regained his calmness and composure, and asked in a normal volume: "You saw Voldemort?" The people around were startled by this question, and they stopped at the same time. After squeezing forward, he looked at Dumbledore and Harry intently.
Harry noticed that Fudge's eyes were as wide as a cow.
"Yes! Headmaster Dumbledore, we met Voldemort, he was resurrected a few months ago! It was he who planned the conspiracy tonight, and—" Harry suddenly remembered something. "Yaxley! It was he who modified the destination of the portkey trophy!"
The people who rushed over again became anxiously commotion, and the spread was even greater. Hundreds of people around took a deep breath at the same time. .
"Are you sure?" Fudge rushed over like a bull, clutching Harry by the collar, saliva splash across, "Are you sure? Haip? Where is Felix Haip? What did he do? ?"
"He saved us!" Harry exclaimed annoyedly.
"Are everyone alive, too?" Fudge asked rough air in his nostrils.
Harry suddenly didn't want to answer Fudge's question, but he saw the Weasley family and Grangers in the crowd, their eyes flashing with rays of light of fear and hope. So he said loudly, "Yes! Ron and Hermione are alive, they are all fine! Except for the Death Eater, I don't know if he died in the aftermath of the battle."
Mrs. Granger After a cry, and then fainted, Mrs. Weasley was a little better, but sobbed loudly, while their relatives calmed down softly.
"Please come here, Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He grabbed Harry's shoulder and Fudge's hand loosened like an electric shock. "There are some people here who need treatment. Minerva, help me take care of Granger. Couple."
Professor McGonagall nodded.
At this moment Hagrid squeezed in, Sirius and Lupin followed him, and followed the huge gap Hagrid walked through to Harry.
"Are you hurt? Harry, are you hurt?" Sirius wanted to see something from Harry, but Harry was so dirty that he seemed to have been rolling in the mud for half an hour . He can't see anything.
"Nothing," Harry whispered, "Just a few Cruciatus Curse..."
"His! That's Cruciatus Curse!" Sirius yelled, "Why don't you Say it early!" He glared at Harry and lost his temper, but Harry felt warm in his heart, and Sirius tried to pick him up.
"I'll come." Hagrid said gruffly, and he held Harry in his arms like a baby.
"No, wait," Harry struggled desperately in Hagrid's arms, "Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Haip and Ron, Hermione are still in the makeshift tent, Professor Haip...he, um...he is dealing with Injury, I don’t want to be disturbed by others..."
"I understand." Dumbledore said, "I will set up another makeshift tent next to me."
Hagrid, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore, etc., the entire group moved towards the temporary tent, and the crowd followed silently. They all wanted to get a certain result... Fudge stayed in place, his expression hesitant.
At this time, the Auror who had just left came back and whispered to Fudge. Fudge's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opened and closed several times.
"Wait, Dumbledore!" he shouted.
"Fudge," Dumbledore showed impatience for the first time tonight, "You see their state too-they need treatment, not Ministry of Magic interrogation. If you want to get The truth of the matter, you might as well stay tonight, and we will listen to it tomorrow morning—"
"No, Dumbledore, you better listen to this," Fudge's expression looked confused and relaxed, he pointed The Auror, "Tell the news you got again."
The Auror was watched by everyone and stammered: "Just got the news, Yaxley found it, he, he Dead-but before he died, he told us... He said that everything was a conspiracy by Felix Haip, and he was the culprit!"
