"ka-cha ——"
Several young wizards holding wand stared at a potbellied man. He held a squirrel in his hand. The big smoke camera, the sound just now came from this thing.
"Bozo, take a few more pictures." Rita Skeeter, who was next to the photographer, ordered. She was trembling with excitement. This is big news, and it is enough to match the Iphamo that happened in France. The student protests in Nepal are comparable or even worse-the chairman of the magic Congress of the United States did not step down at the time, but in Rita Skeeter's view, Fudge's resignation is almost a certainty.
She lifts the head and unexpectedly finds herself the focus of her sight.
"The people need the truth, um—I will report the truth." She said with a false smile.
Rita Skeeter is wearing a dark red robe today, with some sequins attached to the hem of the robe, which is not conspicuous at night-at least it is much lower-key than when she appeared in the previous few times. It is also the reason why many young wizards did not find her.
Harry noticed that her nails had changed from bright red to emerald green.
"The nasty guy—" Ron whispered, and then he added, "Actually, it's not that bad either. Except that at first is really annoying, she does things quite authentically. There are several It even helped us this time..."
Collins snorted next to him.
"What?" Ron asked in a low voice, puzzled.
"Haven't you read her report most recently?" Cedric muttered: "After a few months of silence, she began to publish a lot of articles, rumors about champions, orchestrated her private life..." Qiu Wei I have had trouble with him several times, but this is a trouble of happiness.
The short photographer named Bozo is taciturn, but has a grumpy temper, "Jean, this is a news award-winning photo—" he said coarsely, squeezing a young wizard away. Choosing a suitable angle, with a few "ka-cha" sounds and purple smoke, Fudge's big face remained on the film.
At this moment, Felix walked out of the makeshift tent. He cleared his throat and looked all around.
"Professor, you are awake!"
"Professor Haip——"
"Very good!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione were pleasantly surprised that everyone looked away from the weird curly hair of Rita Skeeter and the purple mist from the black camera, and looked towards 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 Harry understood in an instant. What he meant was unfinished.
Other students read the authenticity of Hermione's previous statement from this remark. They waved the wand happily, and Fred De said loudly, "This is what we should do, Professor, how much confinement you helped us to escape."
The original serious atmosphere was broken by Fred De's gag. However, unexpectedly, many students actually agreed with nodded.
"Professor Haip pointed me to the technique of fishbone curse--"
"He knows everything in the black lake!"
"Legendary kitchen The house elf masters a set of mysterious recipes, which was contributed by Professor Haip——"
"No wonder I often hear the news of Professor and Warren having supper..."
"Professor Haip caught me in the Forbidden Forest. Not only did he not confine me, he also invited me to visit the Forbidden Forest... We ran into the terrifying Acromantula and I had a nightmare for two days! Afterwards, I thought it might be arranged by the professor... …"
"What a cunning professor!"
The students discuss spiritedly. Professor McGonagall's lips were pressed tightly into a line, his stern eyes rolled between the student and Felix.
"Forget it, Minerva, you see how popular he is." Professor Flitwick said with a smile.
"In layman's terms, he is taking the lead in breaking the rules, but I haven't seen..." Professor McGonagall said awkwardly, "I can only forget the past, just this once."
Wait. The voice subsided and Felix set his eyes on Fudge and Auror of the Ministry of Magic. They are like pumpkin lanterns that add a festive atmosphere in the Christmas hall, standing motionless in place.
"Please allow me to refute a few words--" he said, "If Mr. Minister still thinks I should be responsible for tonight's affairs, I am willing to cooperate."
"Professor !" Harry looked at him anxiously.
"It's okay," Felix shook his head at him, looked at the three close, dirty faces hesitated, and said to Hermione: "Miss Granger, can you please help me? ?"
Hermione was nodded again and again.
Felix looked into her eyes, and the magic of the thinking house was closed in a flash. Then he pulled out the wand and placed it in front of her—Hermione reached out and grabbed it—and then, the tip of the wand began to gush out a wisp of mist, which was wrapped in a soap bubble, which made the bubble more and more. Big.
"Imagine the memory that impressed you the most tonight." Felix said, of course, this is for other people, and he and Hermione have communicated with each other in the thinking cabin.
When the soap bubble was the size of a human head, Felix disconnected it from the wand, and the soap bubble gleamed in the black night sky and floated slowly into the air.
"I seem to see some silhouettes." said a young wizard staring at the soap bubbles.
"I saw it too."
When the soap bubble flew to a height of thirty feet, hundreds of people around could clearly see it. At this time, Felix waved With a wave of wand, the soap bubbles exploded with a "pu" sound, and the mist inside was spreading like snowflakes, forming a dynamic picture.
The people present saw Harry, and Ron who flashed past and was tied to the black tombstone-this was obviously from the perspective of a bystander, combined with the professor's behavior, it should be what Hermione saw NS.
In the picture, Harry was covered with dust, turned his back to them, and yelled emotionally: "You dare not use a life-threatening curse on me, do you! You are afraid of my mother, the magic given to me by life Protect, worry that the incantation will bounce back on you again, and you're done! Become a what a joke completely!"
Everyone kept their eyes on, and then they saw the person opposite Harry, "hiss——" no Young students and Auror suck in a breath of cold air.
They saw a nightmare face, paler than a skeleton, and their eyes were blood red. There should be only two slits in the position of the nose, like a snake. He wore a thin black robe, rolled up in the night breeze, showing a skeleton figure...
"you know who!" someone yelled in panic, "He really came back That’s it!"
The adults-including the professors, Auror, and people from other schools present with a cautious look. Some of them may have only heard of Voldemort's terrifying, and some have not even heard of it. I've heard it, but the oppressive feeling of this person in the picture is accurately conveyed to their hearts.
Even if they only know a "resurrection from the dead", it is enough for them to stand ready.
In the picture, Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry as if staring at them all, then he showed a terrifying smile and said incantion: "Crucio!"
The crowd There was another exclamation in the middle, and some people dared not look at it. However, Harry actually blocked it and insisted on not falling. Instead, he provoked loudly. Everyone couldn't help but sweat for him. Sirius stared at Voldemort's shadow, his teeth creaked.
Voldemort was obviously irritated by Harry. He read Cruciatus Curse aloud. At this time, a red light fell from the sky and stood in front of Harry...
"Professor Haip!"
p>"He is in the air. It's incredible—"
"It's rare and weird. Didn't you see the silver wings he showed in the second task?"
"I It’s just that I didn’t expect that thing can actually fly!"
The picture ends here. Felix does not intend to show the complete process for the time being, to prevent the world from seeing Voldemort's powerful and losing confidence; secondly, he does not want to let the process of his resurrection spread again and again...
He glanced at it. Rita Skeeter in the corner, she is stretching out her fat fingers to signal the photographer to take pictures quickly.
He only needs to pick out a scene that shows Voldemort's cruelty.
"There are only these for the time being," Felix said in a suppressed silence. "It's just a corroboration, not absolute evidence, and Granger's state is a bit bad..."
Hermione gasping for breath at the right time.
"——I have more evidence, more reliable than memory, but maybe I have to wait until the trial to show it out?" He looked towards Fudge as if asking for advice, Fudge's face was as gray as dead, as if completely Did not hear him.
"Of course not," Dumbledore said gently, "I will convene a meeting of all Wizengamot members as the chief mage of Wizengamot, Felix, I hope you can attend to testify."
"This is what I should do."
Felix said cooperatively.
Fudge is still muttering to himself continuously, "He's back—really back—how could—how could—"
"Then Mr. Minister, Do you have any questions? Or worry that I will run away before the meeting?" Felix asked.
Fudge's lips squirmed and shivered. "No...it's not..." He reluctantly pulled out a stiff smile, but someone interrupted him unceremoniously. It was Madam Pomfrey. She was there. Waiting aside for a long time.
"So—the thing is finally over? Thank goodness!" She walked quickly to Harry and them. "You need treatment. It's been several hours. Really think Cruciatus Curse is so easy to resist? "She shoved and shoved, pushing Harry, Ron, and Hermione like a duck.
"Ouch—" Ron screamed in pain, "Keep it down, Madam Pomfrey."
"Isn’t it a hero just now?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him dissatisfied and said, " That's Unforgivable Curse—"
"But I hurt my leg." Ron looked at her aggrievedly.
"...Well, you're right, I won't fight with patients..." she whispered, and took the three of them 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.
"Although I am grateful that you have shown great integrity and courage tonight, I must remind you that it is too late now. Go, go back and sleep. At the end of the school year No classes will be scheduled for a week..."
The students cheered loudly, and then a few students yawned, as if contagious, and soon everyone yawned. Tired.
While no one noticed, Fudge slipped away like a fat mouse.
"Wait, Mr. Minister, you also left your top hat—" George picked up a dusted hat from the ground and shouted at him. Fudge turned his head stubbornly. The top hat was in incantion. Accio hit him on the nose under the influence of the force.
The students who saw this scene laughed lowly.
The Aurors didn't react at all to this, they dragged a heavy foot away.
"Dawlish," Felix read Fudge's embarrassment with satisfaction, and stopped Auror who was walking behind, "Help me give Ms. Bones a word. I will take time to visit her in the two days. "
Dawlish clicked nodded.
Fudge's footsteps were paused when he heard the same words, but he didn't look back, just staggered a lot, and fell twice in a row before he disappeared from Felix's sight.
"I used to get along well with him," Dumbledore said softly, looking into the distance, "When he first became minister, he asked me for advice and help, but later, His confidence has increased and he can make his own decisions, perhaps because of his disgust with the previous cautious experience. He became obsessed with power and looked at everyone who might shake his status with a vigilant eye... "
"Albus," Felix smiled slightly, "I'm already looking forward to the days without Fudge."
...
Late night.
The light in the room is dim, and the headmaster portraits on the wall are snoring.
Dumbledore sat in the chair behind the desk, thinking quietly, the silverware on the table making a noisy noise. After a while, he opened the drawer on the left, where there was a locket and a wand.
These two distinct things are related to Voldemort-the former is one of his Horcrux, the latter is his yew wand, which Dumbledore captured from the old Crouch on Christmas Eve.
But besides locket and wand, there is now another ring in the drawer. The ring was very large, like gold, with rough craftsmanship, and was embedded with a heavy black stone with a crack in the middle.
"Resurrection Stone...it's not the time yet." Dumbledore murmured softly, brushing his fingers across the black gem on the ring.
He closed the drawer with great patience, panting slightly.
"You are old, Dumbledore," said Sorting Hat on the shelf.
"Thank you for the reminder." Dumbledore slightly smiled. Then he fell into thought again, "Only one, or two?" After a moment of silence, he waved wand to call out the silver Phoenix Patronus, and said calmly: "Severus, come to my office."
Several young wizards holding wand stared at a potbellied man. He held a squirrel in his hand. The big smoke camera, the sound just now came from this thing.
"Bozo, take a few more pictures." Rita Skeeter, who was next to the photographer, ordered. She was trembling with excitement. This is big news, and it is enough to match the Iphamo that happened in France. The student protests in Nepal are comparable or even worse-the chairman of the magic Congress of the United States did not step down at the time, but in Rita Skeeter's view, Fudge's resignation is almost a certainty.
She lifts the head and unexpectedly finds herself the focus of her sight.
"The people need the truth, um—I will report the truth." She said with a false smile.
Rita Skeeter is wearing a dark red robe today, with some sequins attached to the hem of the robe, which is not conspicuous at night-at least it is much lower-key than when she appeared in the previous few times. It is also the reason why many young wizards did not find her.
Harry noticed that her nails had changed from bright red to emerald green.
"The nasty guy—" Ron whispered, and then he added, "Actually, it's not that bad either. Except that at first is really annoying, she does things quite authentically. There are several It even helped us this time..."
Collins snorted next to him.
"What?" Ron asked in a low voice, puzzled.
"Haven't you read her report most recently?" Cedric muttered: "After a few months of silence, she began to publish a lot of articles, rumors about champions, orchestrated her private life..." Qiu Wei I have had trouble with him several times, but this is a trouble of happiness.
The short photographer named Bozo is taciturn, but has a grumpy temper, "Jean, this is a news award-winning photo—" he said coarsely, squeezing a young wizard away. Choosing a suitable angle, with a few "ka-cha" sounds and purple smoke, Fudge's big face remained on the film.
At this moment, Felix walked out of the makeshift tent. He cleared his throat and looked all around.
"Professor, you are awake!"
"Professor Haip——"
"Very good!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione were pleasantly surprised that everyone looked away from the weird curly hair of Rita Skeeter and the purple mist from the black camera, and looked towards 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 Harry understood in an instant. What he meant was unfinished.
Other students read the authenticity of Hermione's previous statement from this remark. They waved the wand happily, and Fred De said loudly, "This is what we should do, Professor, how much confinement you helped us to escape."
The original serious atmosphere was broken by Fred De's gag. However, unexpectedly, many students actually agreed with nodded.
"Professor Haip pointed me to the technique of fishbone curse--"
"He knows everything in the black lake!"
"Legendary kitchen The house elf masters a set of mysterious recipes, which was contributed by Professor Haip——"
"No wonder I often hear the news of Professor and Warren having supper..."
"Professor Haip caught me in the Forbidden Forest. Not only did he not confine me, he also invited me to visit the Forbidden Forest... We ran into the terrifying Acromantula and I had a nightmare for two days! Afterwards, I thought it might be arranged by the professor... …"
"What a cunning professor!"
The students discuss spiritedly. Professor McGonagall's lips were pressed tightly into a line, his stern eyes rolled between the student and Felix.
"Forget it, Minerva, you see how popular he is." Professor Flitwick said with a smile.
"In layman's terms, he is taking the lead in breaking the rules, but I haven't seen..." Professor McGonagall said awkwardly, "I can only forget the past, just this once."
Wait. The voice subsided and Felix set his eyes on Fudge and Auror of the Ministry of Magic. They are like pumpkin lanterns that add a festive atmosphere in the Christmas hall, standing motionless in place.
"Please allow me to refute a few words--" he said, "If Mr. Minister still thinks I should be responsible for tonight's affairs, I am willing to cooperate."
"Professor !" Harry looked at him anxiously.
"It's okay," Felix shook his head at him, looked at the three close, dirty faces hesitated, and said to Hermione: "Miss Granger, can you please help me? ?"
Hermione was nodded again and again.
Felix looked into her eyes, and the magic of the thinking house was closed in a flash. Then he pulled out the wand and placed it in front of her—Hermione reached out and grabbed it—and then, the tip of the wand began to gush out a wisp of mist, which was wrapped in a soap bubble, which made the bubble more and more. Big.
"Imagine the memory that impressed you the most tonight." Felix said, of course, this is for other people, and he and Hermione have communicated with each other in the thinking cabin.
When the soap bubble was the size of a human head, Felix disconnected it from the wand, and the soap bubble gleamed in the black night sky and floated slowly into the air.
"I seem to see some silhouettes." said a young wizard staring at the soap bubbles.
"I saw it too."
When the soap bubble flew to a height of thirty feet, hundreds of people around could clearly see it. At this time, Felix waved With a wave of wand, the soap bubbles exploded with a "pu" sound, and the mist inside was spreading like snowflakes, forming a dynamic picture.
The people present saw Harry, and Ron who flashed past and was tied to the black tombstone-this was obviously from the perspective of a bystander, combined with the professor's behavior, it should be what Hermione saw NS.
In the picture, Harry was covered with dust, turned his back to them, and yelled emotionally: "You dare not use a life-threatening curse on me, do you! You are afraid of my mother, the magic given to me by life Protect, worry that the incantation will bounce back on you again, and you're done! Become a what a joke completely!"
Everyone kept their eyes on, and then they saw the person opposite Harry, "hiss——" no Young students and Auror suck in a breath of cold air.
They saw a nightmare face, paler than a skeleton, and their eyes were blood red. There should be only two slits in the position of the nose, like a snake. He wore a thin black robe, rolled up in the night breeze, showing a skeleton figure...
"you know who!" someone yelled in panic, "He really came back That’s it!"
The adults-including the professors, Auror, and people from other schools present with a cautious look. Some of them may have only heard of Voldemort's terrifying, and some have not even heard of it. I've heard it, but the oppressive feeling of this person in the picture is accurately conveyed to their hearts.
Even if they only know a "resurrection from the dead", it is enough for them to stand ready.
In the picture, Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry as if staring at them all, then he showed a terrifying smile and said incantion: "Crucio!"
The crowd There was another exclamation in the middle, and some people dared not look at it. However, Harry actually blocked it and insisted on not falling. Instead, he provoked loudly. Everyone couldn't help but sweat for him. Sirius stared at Voldemort's shadow, his teeth creaked.
Voldemort was obviously irritated by Harry. He read Cruciatus Curse aloud. At this time, a red light fell from the sky and stood in front of Harry...
"Professor Haip!"
p>"He is in the air. It's incredible—"
"It's rare and weird. Didn't you see the silver wings he showed in the second task?"
"I It’s just that I didn’t expect that thing can actually fly!"
The picture ends here. Felix does not intend to show the complete process for the time being, to prevent the world from seeing Voldemort's powerful and losing confidence; secondly, he does not want to let the process of his resurrection spread again and again...
He glanced at it. Rita Skeeter in the corner, she is stretching out her fat fingers to signal the photographer to take pictures quickly.
He only needs to pick out a scene that shows Voldemort's cruelty.
"There are only these for the time being," Felix said in a suppressed silence. "It's just a corroboration, not absolute evidence, and Granger's state is a bit bad..."
Hermione gasping for breath at the right time.
"——I have more evidence, more reliable than memory, but maybe I have to wait until the trial to show it out?" He looked towards Fudge as if asking for advice, Fudge's face was as gray as dead, as if completely Did not hear him.
"Of course not," Dumbledore said gently, "I will convene a meeting of all Wizengamot members as the chief mage of Wizengamot, Felix, I hope you can attend to testify."
"This is what I should do."
Felix said cooperatively.
Fudge is still muttering to himself continuously, "He's back—really back—how could—how could—"
"Then Mr. Minister, Do you have any questions? Or worry that I will run away before the meeting?" Felix asked.
Fudge's lips squirmed and shivered. "No...it's not..." He reluctantly pulled out a stiff smile, but someone interrupted him unceremoniously. It was Madam Pomfrey. She was there. Waiting aside for a long time.
"So—the thing is finally over? Thank goodness!" She walked quickly to Harry and them. "You need treatment. It's been several hours. Really think Cruciatus Curse is so easy to resist? "She shoved and shoved, pushing Harry, Ron, and Hermione like a duck.
"Ouch—" Ron screamed in pain, "Keep it down, Madam Pomfrey."
"Isn’t it a hero just now?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him dissatisfied and said, " That's Unforgivable Curse—"
"But I hurt my leg." Ron looked at her aggrievedly.
"...Well, you're right, I won't fight with patients..." she whispered, and took the three of them 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.
"Although I am grateful that you have shown great integrity and courage tonight, I must remind you that it is too late now. Go, go back and sleep. At the end of the school year No classes will be scheduled for a week..."
The students cheered loudly, and then a few students yawned, as if contagious, and soon everyone yawned. Tired.
While no one noticed, Fudge slipped away like a fat mouse.
"Wait, Mr. Minister, you also left your top hat—" George picked up a dusted hat from the ground and shouted at him. Fudge turned his head stubbornly. The top hat was in incantion. Accio hit him on the nose under the influence of the force.
The students who saw this scene laughed lowly.
The Aurors didn't react at all to this, they dragged a heavy foot away.
"Dawlish," Felix read Fudge's embarrassment with satisfaction, and stopped Auror who was walking behind, "Help me give Ms. Bones a word. I will take time to visit her in the two days. "
Dawlish clicked nodded.
Fudge's footsteps were paused when he heard the same words, but he didn't look back, just staggered a lot, and fell twice in a row before he disappeared from Felix's sight.
"I used to get along well with him," Dumbledore said softly, looking into the distance, "When he first became minister, he asked me for advice and help, but later, His confidence has increased and he can make his own decisions, perhaps because of his disgust with the previous cautious experience. He became obsessed with power and looked at everyone who might shake his status with a vigilant eye... "
"Albus," Felix smiled slightly, "I'm already looking forward to the days without Fudge."
...
Late night.
The light in the room is dim, and the headmaster portraits on the wall are snoring.
Dumbledore sat in the chair behind the desk, thinking quietly, the silverware on the table making a noisy noise. After a while, he opened the drawer on the left, where there was a locket and a wand.
These two distinct things are related to Voldemort-the former is one of his Horcrux, the latter is his yew wand, which Dumbledore captured from the old Crouch on Christmas Eve.
But besides locket and wand, there is now another ring in the drawer. The ring was very large, like gold, with rough craftsmanship, and was embedded with a heavy black stone with a crack in the middle.
"Resurrection Stone...it's not the time yet." Dumbledore murmured softly, brushing his fingers across the black gem on the ring.
He closed the drawer with great patience, panting slightly.
"You are old, Dumbledore," said Sorting Hat on the shelf.
"Thank you for the reminder." Dumbledore slightly smiled. Then he fell into thought again, "Only one, or two?" After a moment of silence, he waved wand to call out the silver Phoenix Patronus, and said calmly: "Severus, come to my office."
