In the makeshift tent, Ron sat on a chair with his feet in his arms, let out a long relaxed breath, "This night was really long."
" Yeah." Hermione said absently.
"Do you have anything to eat?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked back at him.
"Hermione, I didn't eat much for dinner." Ron shrugged said aggrievedly, "If you stop eating, I will starve to death before Madam Pomfrey comes over."
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat."
Hermione angrily turned out the beaded packet, took out some snacks from it and threw it to Ron. After all this, she realized she was I just lost my temper unfathomable mystery.
"Don't worry, Hermione, the professor is dead and resurrected, and nothing will happen now," Ron understood her thoughts, and after a few words of comfort, he looked at the bag in his hand and asked : "What is this?"
"Potato chips and chocolate." Hermione said.
"Why haven't I seen it before..." Ron muttered in a low voice. He tore open the bag, picked up a slice of potato chips and looked at it for a long time before sending it to the mouth, then eyes shined.
"It's a muggle snack." Hermione explained.
"It tastes really good," Ron sighed contentedly. "You ate this when you were a kid? I'll try chocolate again...Huh, it's not bad, but I think the chocolate frog tastes better. "
After a while, he finished eating.
"Anything else, Hermione?" Ron couldn't help asking.
Hermione turned over carefully, "The rest are compressed biscuits, they don’t taste much--"
"It’s okay!"
The next time Inside, only the sound of Ron eating in the tent.
"crack crack."
"How long do you think the professor will stay in this state?" Hermione asked worriedly. Felix at the moment is like a statue that shines.
"Um...I don't know, Dumbledore will be here in a while, you can ask him...crack crack..."
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent .
"Someone is coming." Hermione said.
"Very good," Ron said.
"I'll take a look." Hermione was a little worried, and stood up and walked towards the curtains of the tent.
...
I don't know how long it took, Felix opened his eyes and slowly scanned all around.
There is no one in the tent.
He barely suppressed the boiling magic power in his body so that they would not be too active.
He has just experienced...No, until now he is still undergoing all kinds of magical changes. The first is magic power, which is like boiling water. The state has become extremely unstable, far beyond After the magic power riots he has experienced, even now, magic power is like a gurgling stream, flowing continuously; secondly, the body, magic power surging in every corner of the body, and prompting his flesh, skin, The skeleton has a mutation.
This kind of mutation seems to touch the essence of life and magic power. Felix believes that his body itself is a huge treasure, waiting for him to dig.
Until this time, his heart was completely let go.
Felix calmly thought, even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was still a little weak in the battle with Voldemort. In fact, the two should be evenly matched, but Voldemort’s formidable power of the death curse was surprisingly large. Facing the green light of incantation once made him feel like have one's hair stand on end.
Absolutely not be hit, this is what the survival instinct told him. But at that time he had to do it, there was no other choice. The phantom impossible created by the magic puppet and the thinking house deceived a wizard with high ability like Voldemort.
He must really die once.
Unless he wants to see other people die...
"Everyone has a choice. I made a choice, Ms. Jane, goodbye." Felix said softly.
There was a low noise outside the tent. He also heard the messy footsteps of hundreds of people, but Felix completely ignored the meaning. He was attracted by his own changes and he held up. In the left hand, every thread in the palm is flowing with crystal clear and near-transparent light.
Under his gaze, the book of magic text appears out of thin air, "crash-bang" turned the page, one after another magic apparition appeared, Felix moved in his heart, he had a feeling, as long as he Thinking, countless magic texts will flow out of the body, without him actively condensing, an ancient magic can be formed in an instant.
"It turns out that the book of magic text should be used with the transformed body." Felix thought, looking for opportunities to try later. He put the book of magic text into the palm of his left hand and integrated it into his body-the previous trouble of nowhere to put the book of magic text was unexpectedly solved.
At this time, the outside voice was getting louder and louder. He heard Hermione's sharp voice, Harry's annoyed yells, Dumbledore's steady retort, and Fudge flustered and exasperated yells, accompanied by The restless commotion, everything seemed messy.
"Fudge..."
Felix's eyes flickered. He expected that this scene would happen sooner or later—not today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, as long as Fudge doesn’t recognize Voldemort’s If it exists, he will definitely trouble Dumbledore and himself. In order to avoid the continuation of this kind of life, Felix has made some preparations in advance.
"Dobby," he said softly.
A loud crackling sound was confined in a 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 house elf.
Dobby is still dressed, but he has a big pocket on his back.
"So, Voldemort and Death Eater are gone?"
"Yes, yes, Mister Haip! You guessed it!" Dobby winced when he heard the name He shivered, then his big eyes shone, and his eyes couldn't help looking at him in admiration, "It really didn't expect, Dobby was able to participate in such a great thing, Dobby and Dobby are really honored. "
"But, but..." He gave Felix a cautiously glance, opened his back pocket, "Some of them are unfortunately damaged."
"This is not you It’s wrong, I had prepared for this a long time ago.” Felix said.
In the bag are some small handheld cameras and their fragments. Well, muggle products, without any traces of magic, the "Future World" company purchased a batch for research, because the large quantity also obtained Discount.
When Harry took the Cruciatus Curse, Felix arranged some far away around the cemetery. Because of the huge damage to the environment caused by the battle of the cemetery, the loss is quite understandable.
"Dobby has collected all the pieces that can be found. Maybe it can be repaired." Dobby said with a chest out.
"...you did a great job, Dobby." Felix glanced at the thoroughly broken tape in the bag, and he didn't know if he could fix it with magic.
He leaned over to pick up a complete camera, fiddled with a few buttons, and looked down. The quality of the picture was quite bad, but he was still satisfied. "Voldemort's bald head is quite conspicuous... Dobby, hide them and don't tell anyone with them."
"Yes, Mister Haip!" Dobby said beamingly, happy to have Felix's trust, and he put his big pocket back on his back." Sir, if Mr. Lupin, or Harry · Mr Potter ask—"
"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 call Dumbledore. This is more secure, but he ultimately rejected this approach. No personal affair-he and Dumbledore have always got along well, but he wants to minimize the variables as much as possible and put the rhythm of things under his control. So he would rather use Dobby than disclose it to Dumbledore.
"People's hearts are unpredictable..." He muttered.
Felix has three purposes for doing such a lot of work, to complete the time loop, solve Hermione's time backlash, and bring back the three of Harry. As for other things, they are not within his consideration.
until now, the tacit understanding between him and Dumbledore stems from their common interest-the elimination of Voldemort. But this time, Felix's "interests" changed and became very small. Voldemort was dispensable in his eyes, but he was not sure what judgment Dumbledore would make.
A worry was born naturally:
Are his three goals more important, or is it more important to find an opportunity to destroy Voldemort's fleshy body and eliminate a war in advance?
Those that are not controlled must be excluded from the plan. This is Felix's real idea when it comes to layout.
"Then next, go out and face Fudge." Felix muttered to himself. He guessed that in order to divert the public's attention, Fudge would concoct some evidence that seems right but actually isn't, and focus his attention. There is no alternative to him, he is indeed very suspicious.
Fudge is likely to link the "Invasion of the Ministry of Magic" to what happened tonight.
At that time, Fudge will take him away in the name of'cooperating with the investigation.' Felix will definitely cooperate with him. If Fudge can think of using Azkaban's dementor to get rid of his threat, then Felix will definitely applaud.
When the decisive evidence came out, Fudge hard to avoid calamity.
In fact, Felix may 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 "banal", but this evaluation distance "hands against Dark". The impression of Lord’s hero being imprisoned is still a lot worse-the former can be tolerated, while the latter makes people angry.
And anger will cause Fudge to step down, whether he wants it or not.
Felix waved his hand to cancel the magic sound in the tent. The hustle and noise outside came in. He happened to hear Fudge’s crazy roar--
"You have to fight the Ministry of Magic?"
Felix's expression startedled, and his hand on the curtain retracted.
A few minutes ago--
Fudge walked up and down in the clearing with a big belly. Less than a hundred feet away from him, two makeshift tents were erected. One was used as a makeshift hospital; the other was the target of his trip but was blocked.
He stared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were guarding the door, very upset.
He had a strong impulse to order Auror to rush in and bring the people out, but he was a little afraid. Dumbledore was not far away... Besides, even if he succeeded, he took the people away with great fanfare. In the end, the investigation results showed that he caught the wrong person. How did he explain it to the public?
People's saliva will drown him.
"Follow them!" Fudge turned his head aside, looking at Dumbledore, "They are openly fighting Ministry of Magic, against me-I said, I just asked Felix Haip to cooperate in the investigation. It's not a conviction, it's just a preventive measure."
"Cornelius," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I didn't refuse your request, but-just like Miss Granger said, you need to wait for a while. Felix has only experienced a severe battle. He needs time to deal with his injuries."
"I have been waiting outside for an hour, an hour! I made a concession...what do you want me to wait for? Time?" Fudge yelled, "Will I still abuse him? I will definitely invite the St. Mungo's healer—"
"The professor is the best healer," Hermione said, she was in the night shiver coldly, her voice shrieked: "What's more, are you really sure that St. Mungo's healer can handle the injuries left by Voldemort and Voldemort?" She said the name hard, and there was a sound of inhalation around her.
Fudge glared at Hermione and snarled, "Don't mention that name! It's still not sure you know who--"
"Mr. Minister," Harry pointed to his clothes "I can assure you that Voldemort really came back."
"You may have been hit by Confundus Charm. Old Crouch also said that his son is innocent for a while." Fudge impatiently Say, "You don't know anything."
"You can have someone check it," Harry said sincerely, "I got a few Cruciatus Curse shots, should I leave a trace?"
"A standard lie," Fudge waved his hand. "Students are impossible to bear the pain of Cruciatus Curse, and there are still several even more how!"
"You fool!" Professor McGonagall shouted, "I You can feel wind and rain from the news in the newspaper! Think of Crouch, think of the hands and feet of Goblet of Fire, think of everything Harry said!"
Fudge's face rose purple-red, "That's an accident! Minerva, my intelligence tells me, the child," he pointed at Harry, "He often has nightmares, my God, he can still talk to snakes! Now he says he can stand up Cruciatus Curse ——"
"Uh, Mr. Minister," Ron raised his hand, "Although I don’t want to interrupt you, I actually got a Cruciatus Curse. It’s really hard and I want to die right away. "Fall," he grinned and said with a smile: "But I seem to be quite conscious now..."
There was a loud sob from the crowd.
"Oh, poor Ronnie! Poor Harry! What have you endured?" Mrs. Weasley said in tears, and Bill and Mr. Weasley hugged her from side to side.
Fudge still stared at them stubbornly, he looked towards Hermione, "You don’t say that you got Cruciatus Curse?"
"I didn’t," Hermione said calmly , "The one who hurt me is Yaxley. It is a guard from the Ministry of Magic who was ordered to protect us. That's why I refused you to enter. What if you still have Voldemort's undercover agent?"
"Absurd! Absurd!" Fudge said loudly, gasping for breath, "I repeat, the truth hasn't been found out yet. You can't tell your conjectures as facts." He looked towards Dumbledore and said in an imploring tone, "Dumbledore, You think about it for me, I have to do something."
"Fudge, Fudge," Dumbledore said sternly, "Your biggest problem is that you did too little before, and now you want to do too much. Many, moved towards the wrong path. What you need most now is to calm down and withdraw all the Aurors. I promise you that you will get the whole truth early in the morning."
Fudge look pale, looking at Dumbledore with trepidation. "Tomorrow...? Whose truth is it? The truth you want?" He regretted it as soon as he said it.
His words stabbed the hornet's nest. Professor McGonagall rebuke loudly. The rough voices of Hagrid and Moody echoed in the night sky. The students stared. What did they hear? Fudge was slandering their headmaster?
Fudge's body trembled cringly. "Dumbledore, you have also seen the testimony of three students and a gentleman with a good reputation. Which one should I believe? Besides, Yaxley is dead. ......" A cloud of haze appeared in his heart.
Yes, Yaxley is dead, who is the power behind him? Could it be...impossible!
At this time, a large number of footsteps approached from a distance, leaving a gap in the crowd, and it was Auror who came over to reinforce the crowd by the Ministry of Magic.
"Minister, the Auror and the hitters in all the ministries are here, but..." Dawlish cautiously glanced around and said.
"Very good," Fudge said, "Very good!" He said it loudly again, as if adding countless courage.
He stared at the air, not looking at Dumbledore's eyes, and gave orders to Auror: "Arrest Felix Haip, there are obstacles... as obstructing law enforcement, take it away."
"Listen to me, Fudge! Think about what you are doing!" Dumbledore took a step forward, exuding the power of hard to describe.
Fudge couldn't help taking a step back, but he still stubbornly refused to look at him, "You should also think about what you are doing, Dumbledore!" He choked back and waved his hand. Auror was crushed. Raise wand with the batters and move forward step by step.
"Sorry, you can't let you take the professor away like this." Hermione shiver raised wand coldly.
"Mr. Minister, I used to respect you very much, didn't expect—" Harry shook his head, took a step forward, and Ron stood beside him.
Fudge finally lost his mind, he roared loudly: "Are you going to fight Ministry of Magic?"
"It depends on how you define "against Ministry of Magic" and "Against tyranny." A voice said quietly among the crowd. Fred and George stood up, pulled out wand and pointed at Fudge.
Fudge stared wide-eyed.
Then another student stood up.
"My grandma said, insist on doing the right thing. You are not doing the right thing." Neville tremblingly said, while holding up the wand. His words drew the approval of Gryffindor students.
"Mr. Minister, we hope you will consider it carefully." Cedric said, as he stood in front of Harry with Collins and Roger. Part of the students from the other three houses came out under the leadership of the three champions. They stood in front of Harry and the others, pointing the wand at Fudge and the Auror.
"Let's go there too." Draco Malfoy said to his two attendants with blinking eyes, watching the gathering crowd.
The members of the Mowen Club came out;
Some students who had taken a duel class came out;
Some took the Study of Ancient Runes as an elective course. The students also came out;
On more occasions, students who had accepted Felix’s casual guidance came out;
The tip burst out with sparks of red, which is stronger than the night The starry sky is brighter.
When only one or two people stood up, Auror of Ministry of Magic could move forward calmly; when the number of people pointing at them reached one third, they stopped; Many people were infected by the tragic and solemn atmosphere. Under the leadership of their companions, they raised wand silently and looked at them with anger. When this number exceeded half, the Aurors just wanted to flee here immediately.
"You, you--"
Fudge stared blankly at the wand pointing at him from all directions, because the courage gathered by Auror was punctured like a soap bubble in the sun , He was dizzy for a while, there was only a single thought in his heart——
He was finished.
" Yeah." Hermione said absently.
"Do you have anything to eat?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked back at him.
"Hermione, I didn't eat much for dinner." Ron shrugged said aggrievedly, "If you stop eating, I will starve to death before Madam Pomfrey comes over."
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat."
Hermione angrily turned out the beaded packet, took out some snacks from it and threw it to Ron. After all this, she realized she was I just lost my temper unfathomable mystery.
"Don't worry, Hermione, the professor is dead and resurrected, and nothing will happen now," Ron understood her thoughts, and after a few words of comfort, he looked at the bag in his hand and asked : "What is this?"
"Potato chips and chocolate." Hermione said.
"Why haven't I seen it before..." Ron muttered in a low voice. He tore open the bag, picked up a slice of potato chips and looked at it for a long time before sending it to the mouth, then eyes shined.
"It's a muggle snack." Hermione explained.
"It tastes really good," Ron sighed contentedly. "You ate this when you were a kid? I'll try chocolate again...Huh, it's not bad, but I think the chocolate frog tastes better. "
After a while, he finished eating.
"Anything else, Hermione?" Ron couldn't help asking.
Hermione turned over carefully, "The rest are compressed biscuits, they don’t taste much--"
"It’s okay!"
The next time Inside, only the sound of Ron eating in the tent.
"crack crack."
"How long do you think the professor will stay in this state?" Hermione asked worriedly. Felix at the moment is like a statue that shines.
"Um...I don't know, Dumbledore will be here in a while, you can ask him...crack crack..."
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent .
"Someone is coming." Hermione said.
"Very good," Ron said.
"I'll take a look." Hermione was a little worried, and stood up and walked towards the curtains of the tent.
...
I don't know how long it took, Felix opened his eyes and slowly scanned all around.
There is no one in the tent.
He barely suppressed the boiling magic power in his body so that they would not be too active.
He has just experienced...No, until now he is still undergoing all kinds of magical changes. The first is magic power, which is like boiling water. The state has become extremely unstable, far beyond After the magic power riots he has experienced, even now, magic power is like a gurgling stream, flowing continuously; secondly, the body, magic power surging in every corner of the body, and prompting his flesh, skin, The skeleton has a mutation.
This kind of mutation seems to touch the essence of life and magic power. Felix believes that his body itself is a huge treasure, waiting for him to dig.
Until this time, his heart was completely let go.
Felix calmly thought, even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was still a little weak in the battle with Voldemort. In fact, the two should be evenly matched, but Voldemort’s formidable power of the death curse was surprisingly large. Facing the green light of incantation once made him feel like have one's hair stand on end.
Absolutely not be hit, this is what the survival instinct told him. But at that time he had to do it, there was no other choice. The phantom impossible created by the magic puppet and the thinking house deceived a wizard with high ability like Voldemort.
He must really die once.
Unless he wants to see other people die...
"Everyone has a choice. I made a choice, Ms. Jane, goodbye." Felix said softly.
There was a low noise outside the tent. He also heard the messy footsteps of hundreds of people, but Felix completely ignored the meaning. He was attracted by his own changes and he held up. In the left hand, every thread in the palm is flowing with crystal clear and near-transparent light.
Under his gaze, the book of magic text appears out of thin air, "crash-bang" turned the page, one after another magic apparition appeared, Felix moved in his heart, he had a feeling, as long as he Thinking, countless magic texts will flow out of the body, without him actively condensing, an ancient magic can be formed in an instant.
"It turns out that the book of magic text should be used with the transformed body." Felix thought, looking for opportunities to try later. He put the book of magic text into the palm of his left hand and integrated it into his body-the previous trouble of nowhere to put the book of magic text was unexpectedly solved.
At this time, the outside voice was getting louder and louder. He heard Hermione's sharp voice, Harry's annoyed yells, Dumbledore's steady retort, and Fudge flustered and exasperated yells, accompanied by The restless commotion, everything seemed messy.
"Fudge..."
Felix's eyes flickered. He expected that this scene would happen sooner or later—not today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, as long as Fudge doesn’t recognize Voldemort’s If it exists, he will definitely trouble Dumbledore and himself. In order to avoid the continuation of this kind of life, Felix has made some preparations in advance.
"Dobby," he said softly.
A loud crackling sound was confined in a 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 house elf.
Dobby is still dressed, but he has a big pocket on his back.
"So, Voldemort and Death Eater are gone?"
"Yes, yes, Mister Haip! You guessed it!" Dobby winced when he heard the name He shivered, then his big eyes shone, and his eyes couldn't help looking at him in admiration, "It really didn't expect, Dobby was able to participate in such a great thing, Dobby and Dobby are really honored. "
"But, but..." He gave Felix a cautiously glance, opened his back pocket, "Some of them are unfortunately damaged."
"This is not you It’s wrong, I had prepared for this a long time ago.” Felix said.
In the bag are some small handheld cameras and their fragments. Well, muggle products, without any traces of magic, the "Future World" company purchased a batch for research, because the large quantity also obtained Discount.
When Harry took the Cruciatus Curse, Felix arranged some far away around the cemetery. Because of the huge damage to the environment caused by the battle of the cemetery, the loss is quite understandable.
"Dobby has collected all the pieces that can be found. Maybe it can be repaired." Dobby said with a chest out.
"...you did a great job, Dobby." Felix glanced at the thoroughly broken tape in the bag, and he didn't know if he could fix it with magic.
He leaned over to pick up a complete camera, fiddled with a few buttons, and looked down. The quality of the picture was quite bad, but he was still satisfied. "Voldemort's bald head is quite conspicuous... Dobby, hide them and don't tell anyone with them."
"Yes, Mister Haip!" Dobby said beamingly, happy to have Felix's trust, and he put his big pocket back on his back." Sir, if Mr. Lupin, or Harry · Mr Potter ask—"
"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 call Dumbledore. This is more secure, but he ultimately rejected this approach. No personal affair-he and Dumbledore have always got along well, but he wants to minimize the variables as much as possible and put the rhythm of things under his control. So he would rather use Dobby than disclose it to Dumbledore.
"People's hearts are unpredictable..." He muttered.
Felix has three purposes for doing such a lot of work, to complete the time loop, solve Hermione's time backlash, and bring back the three of Harry. As for other things, they are not within his consideration.
until now, the tacit understanding between him and Dumbledore stems from their common interest-the elimination of Voldemort. But this time, Felix's "interests" changed and became very small. Voldemort was dispensable in his eyes, but he was not sure what judgment Dumbledore would make.
A worry was born naturally:
Are his three goals more important, or is it more important to find an opportunity to destroy Voldemort's fleshy body and eliminate a war in advance?
Those that are not controlled must be excluded from the plan. This is Felix's real idea when it comes to layout.
"Then next, go out and face Fudge." Felix muttered to himself. He guessed that in order to divert the public's attention, Fudge would concoct some evidence that seems right but actually isn't, and focus his attention. There is no alternative to him, he is indeed very suspicious.
Fudge is likely to link the "Invasion of the Ministry of Magic" to what happened tonight.
At that time, Fudge will take him away in the name of'cooperating with the investigation.' Felix will definitely cooperate with him. If Fudge can think of using Azkaban's dementor to get rid of his threat, then Felix will definitely applaud.
When the decisive evidence came out, Fudge hard to avoid calamity.
In fact, Felix may 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 "banal", but this evaluation distance "hands against Dark". The impression of Lord’s hero being imprisoned is still a lot worse-the former can be tolerated, while the latter makes people angry.
And anger will cause Fudge to step down, whether he wants it or not.
Felix waved his hand to cancel the magic sound in the tent. The hustle and noise outside came in. He happened to hear Fudge’s crazy roar--
"You have to fight the Ministry of Magic?"
Felix's expression startedled, and his hand on the curtain retracted.
A few minutes ago--
Fudge walked up and down in the clearing with a big belly. Less than a hundred feet away from him, two makeshift tents were erected. One was used as a makeshift hospital; the other was the target of his trip but was blocked.
He stared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were guarding the door, very upset.
He had a strong impulse to order Auror to rush in and bring the people out, but he was a little afraid. Dumbledore was not far away... Besides, even if he succeeded, he took the people away with great fanfare. In the end, the investigation results showed that he caught the wrong person. How did he explain it to the public?
People's saliva will drown him.
"Follow them!" Fudge turned his head aside, looking at Dumbledore, "They are openly fighting Ministry of Magic, against me-I said, I just asked Felix Haip to cooperate in the investigation. It's not a conviction, it's just a preventive measure."
"Cornelius," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I didn't refuse your request, but-just like Miss Granger said, you need to wait for a while. Felix has only experienced a severe battle. He needs time to deal with his injuries."
"I have been waiting outside for an hour, an hour! I made a concession...what do you want me to wait for? Time?" Fudge yelled, "Will I still abuse him? I will definitely invite the St. Mungo's healer—"
"The professor is the best healer," Hermione said, she was in the night shiver coldly, her voice shrieked: "What's more, are you really sure that St. Mungo's healer can handle the injuries left by Voldemort and Voldemort?" She said the name hard, and there was a sound of inhalation around her.
Fudge glared at Hermione and snarled, "Don't mention that name! It's still not sure you know who--"
"Mr. Minister," Harry pointed to his clothes "I can assure you that Voldemort really came back."
"You may have been hit by Confundus Charm. Old Crouch also said that his son is innocent for a while." Fudge impatiently Say, "You don't know anything."
"You can have someone check it," Harry said sincerely, "I got a few Cruciatus Curse shots, should I leave a trace?"
"A standard lie," Fudge waved his hand. "Students are impossible to bear the pain of Cruciatus Curse, and there are still several even more how!"
"You fool!" Professor McGonagall shouted, "I You can feel wind and rain from the news in the newspaper! Think of Crouch, think of the hands and feet of Goblet of Fire, think of everything Harry said!"
Fudge's face rose purple-red, "That's an accident! Minerva, my intelligence tells me, the child," he pointed at Harry, "He often has nightmares, my God, he can still talk to snakes! Now he says he can stand up Cruciatus Curse ——"
"Uh, Mr. Minister," Ron raised his hand, "Although I don’t want to interrupt you, I actually got a Cruciatus Curse. It’s really hard and I want to die right away. "Fall," he grinned and said with a smile: "But I seem to be quite conscious now..."
There was a loud sob from the crowd.
"Oh, poor Ronnie! Poor Harry! What have you endured?" Mrs. Weasley said in tears, and Bill and Mr. Weasley hugged her from side to side.
Fudge still stared at them stubbornly, he looked towards Hermione, "You don’t say that you got Cruciatus Curse?"
"I didn’t," Hermione said calmly , "The one who hurt me is Yaxley. It is a guard from the Ministry of Magic who was ordered to protect us. That's why I refused you to enter. What if you still have Voldemort's undercover agent?"
"Absurd! Absurd!" Fudge said loudly, gasping for breath, "I repeat, the truth hasn't been found out yet. You can't tell your conjectures as facts." He looked towards Dumbledore and said in an imploring tone, "Dumbledore, You think about it for me, I have to do something."
"Fudge, Fudge," Dumbledore said sternly, "Your biggest problem is that you did too little before, and now you want to do too much. Many, moved towards the wrong path. What you need most now is to calm down and withdraw all the Aurors. I promise you that you will get the whole truth early in the morning."
Fudge look pale, looking at Dumbledore with trepidation. "Tomorrow...? Whose truth is it? The truth you want?" He regretted it as soon as he said it.
His words stabbed the hornet's nest. Professor McGonagall rebuke loudly. The rough voices of Hagrid and Moody echoed in the night sky. The students stared. What did they hear? Fudge was slandering their headmaster?
Fudge's body trembled cringly. "Dumbledore, you have also seen the testimony of three students and a gentleman with a good reputation. Which one should I believe? Besides, Yaxley is dead. ......" A cloud of haze appeared in his heart.
Yes, Yaxley is dead, who is the power behind him? Could it be...impossible!
At this time, a large number of footsteps approached from a distance, leaving a gap in the crowd, and it was Auror who came over to reinforce the crowd by the Ministry of Magic.
"Minister, the Auror and the hitters in all the ministries are here, but..." Dawlish cautiously glanced around and said.
"Very good," Fudge said, "Very good!" He said it loudly again, as if adding countless courage.
He stared at the air, not looking at Dumbledore's eyes, and gave orders to Auror: "Arrest Felix Haip, there are obstacles... as obstructing law enforcement, take it away."
"Listen to me, Fudge! Think about what you are doing!" Dumbledore took a step forward, exuding the power of hard to describe.
Fudge couldn't help taking a step back, but he still stubbornly refused to look at him, "You should also think about what you are doing, Dumbledore!" He choked back and waved his hand. Auror was crushed. Raise wand with the batters and move forward step by step.
"Sorry, you can't let you take the professor away like this." Hermione shiver raised wand coldly.
"Mr. Minister, I used to respect you very much, didn't expect—" Harry shook his head, took a step forward, and Ron stood beside him.
Fudge finally lost his mind, he roared loudly: "Are you going to fight Ministry of Magic?"
"It depends on how you define "against Ministry of Magic" and "Against tyranny." A voice said quietly among the crowd. Fred and George stood up, pulled out wand and pointed at Fudge.
Fudge stared wide-eyed.
Then another student stood up.
"My grandma said, insist on doing the right thing. You are not doing the right thing." Neville tremblingly said, while holding up the wand. His words drew the approval of Gryffindor students.
"Mr. Minister, we hope you will consider it carefully." Cedric said, as he stood in front of Harry with Collins and Roger. Part of the students from the other three houses came out under the leadership of the three champions. They stood in front of Harry and the others, pointing the wand at Fudge and the Auror.
"Let's go there too." Draco Malfoy said to his two attendants with blinking eyes, watching the gathering crowd.
The members of the Mowen Club came out;
Some students who had taken a duel class came out;
Some took the Study of Ancient Runes as an elective course. The students also came out;
On more occasions, students who had accepted Felix’s casual guidance came out;
The tip burst out with sparks of red, which is stronger than the night The starry sky is brighter.
When only one or two people stood up, Auror of Ministry of Magic could move forward calmly; when the number of people pointing at them reached one third, they stopped; Many people were infected by the tragic and solemn atmosphere. Under the leadership of their companions, they raised wand silently and looked at them with anger. When this number exceeded half, the Aurors just wanted to flee here immediately.
"You, you--"
Fudge stared blankly at the wand pointing at him from all directions, because the courage gathered by Auror was punctured like a soap bubble in the sun , He was dizzy for a while, there was only a single thought in his heart——
He was finished.
