A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 489: Hat and ring

"click"

Several young wizards holding up their wands stared at a man with a big belly. He held a big, slightly smoking camera in his hand, and that was the thing that made the sound just now.

"Bozo, take some more shots." Rita Skeeter next to the photographer ordered, she was trembling with excitement, this is big news, enough to protest with the Ilvermorny students in France The incident was comparable, or even worse, that the chairman of the Magical Congress of America did not step down at the time, but in Rita Skeeter's view, Fudge's step down was almost a certainty.

She raised her head and unexpectedly found that she was the focus of sight.

"The public needs the truth, well, I will report it truthfully." She said with a hypocritical smirk.

Rita Skeeter is wearing a dark red robe today, with some sequins attached to the hem of the robe. Discover her why.

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

"Nasty guy," Ron murmured, before he added, "It's not that bad actually, other than being really annoying at first, she's pretty decent and even helped us out a couple of times. , how strange..."

Collins snorted beside him.

"What?" Ron asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"Didn't you read her recent reports?" Cedric faltered and said, "After a few months of silence, she began to publish a large number of articles, create rumors about warriors, and arrange her private life..." Qiu therefore I also had trouble with him a few times, but it was a happy trouble.

The short photographer named Bozo is taciturn, but has a bad temper, "Jean, this is a photo that can win a news award," he said harshly, pushing a little wizard away, picking a suitable angle, With a few "clicks" and purple smoke, Fudge's big face was left 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 Haipu"

"Great!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione said in surprise, everyone turned their eyes away from Rita Skeeter's weird curls and the black camera's constant purple mist, and looked at Felix in unison. s.

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

The other students read the truth of Hermione's previous statement from this remark. They waved their wands happily, and Fred said loudly: "This is what we should do, Professor, how many confinement you have helped us escape."

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

"Professor Haipu taught me the technique of drawing the Fishbone Curse"

"He knows everything about the creatures in the Black Lake!"

"It is said that the house elves in the kitchen have a set of mysterious recipes, which were contributed by Professor Haipu"

"No wonder I often hear news that the professor and Varen have supper..."

"Professor Haipu caught me sneaking into the Forbidden Forest. Not only did he not close the confinement, he even invited me to travel with me in the Forbidden Forest... We encountered a terrifying acromantula, and I had nightmares for two days! Thinking about it afterwards I think it might be arranged by the professor..."

"How cunning, professor!"

The students talked a lot. Professor McGonagall's lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his stern eyes swung between the students and Felix.

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

"In a common way, he took the lead in violating the rules, but I didn't see it..." Professor McGonagall said with difficulty, "We can only let the past go and let the past not be an example."

When the voice died down, Felix set his sights on Fudge and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. Like jack-o-lanterns in a Christmas hall, they stood motionless.

"Please allow me to refute a few words," he said, "If Mr. Minister still thinks that I should be responsible for what happened tonight, I am willing to cooperate."

"Professor!" Harry looked at him anxiously.

"It's okay," Felix shook his head at him, looked at the three dirty faces close at hand, hesitated, and said to Hermione, "Miss Granger, can you do me a favor? Is it?"

Hermione nodded.

Felix looked into her eyes, and the magic of the Thinking Cabin flickered away. Then he pulled out his wand and put it in front of her. Hermione reached out and grabbed it. Then, wisps of mist began to emerge from the tip of the wand. They were surrounded by a soap bubble, and the mist made the soap bubble bigger and bigger.

"Imagine the most impressive memory tonight." Felix said, of course, this is for others to hear, and he and Hermione have communicated about the specific things in the thinking cabin.

When the soap bubble was as big as a human's head, Felix disconnected it from the wand, and the soap bubble shone brightly in the black night sky, drifting slowly into the air.

"I seem to see some figures." A little wizard staring at the soap bubble said.

"I saw that too."

When the soap bubble flew to a height of thirty feet, hundreds of people around could see it clearly. The mist is like snowflakes falling one after another, forming a dynamic picture.

The people present saw Harry, and Ron who flashed by and was tied to the black tombstone. This was obviously a bystander's perspective. Combined with the behavior of the professor, it should be what Hermione saw.

In the picture, Harry was covered in dust, turned his back to them, and shouted emotionally: "You dare not use the Killing Curse on me, do you! You are afraid of the magical protection my mother gave me with her life, worry The spell rebounds on you again, and you're finished! It's a complete joke!"

Everyone kept their eyes on, and then they saw the person opposite Harry, "hissing" many students and Aurors gasped.

They saw a nightmarish face, paler than a skeleton, with blood red eyes, where there should be two thin slits in the nose, like a snake. He was wearing a thin black robe, the sleeves of which rolled up in the night wind, revealing a skeleton figure...

"Mysterious man!" Someone yelled in panic, "He's really back!"

The adults, including the professors, Aurors present, and people from other schools all showed serious expressions. Some of them may have only heard of the horror of Voldemort, and some of them have never 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 a "resurrected from the dead", it is enough for them to be ready.

In the picture, Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry, as if staring at them all, and then he smiled horribly and said the spell: "Crucio!"

There was another exclamation in the crowd, and some people didn't dare to look at it. However, Harry actually blocked it, insisted on not falling down, but provocatively loudly, everyone couldn't help but sweat for him, Sirius stared at Voldemort's shadow, gritted his teeth.

Voldemort was obviously irritated by Harry, he uttered the Cruciatus Curse aloud, at this time a red light fell from the sky, blocking Harry's body...

"It's Professor Haipu!"

"He's in the air, it's incredible"

"Rare is more strange, didn't you see the silver wings he showed in the second project?"

"I just didn't expect that thing could actually fly!"

The screen ends here. Felix does not intend to show the complete process for the time being, to prevent the world from seeing Voldemort's strength and thus lose confidence; secondly, he does not want to spread the process of his resurrection from the dead repeatedly...

He glanced at Rita Skeeter in the corner, who was beckoning the photographer with her fat finger to hurry up and take a picture.

He just needs to pick out a scene that shows Voldemort's cruelty.

"That's all for the time being," Felix said in a suppressed silence, "it's just evidence, not absolute evidence, and Granger's condition is a little bit bad..."

Hermione panted in time.

"I still have more evidence, which is more reliable than memory, but it may have to wait until the trial?" He looked at Fudge as if asking for advice, Fudge's face was ashen, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

"Of course not," Dumbledore said mildly. "As the chief mage of the Wizengamot, I will call a meeting of all Wizengamot members. Felix, I hope you can attend to testify."

"This is what I should do."

Felix said cooperatively.

Fudge is still talking to himself, "How could it be possible that he really came back when he came back"

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

Fudge's lips twitched, trembling, "No...it's not..." He forced a stiff smile, but someone interrupted him rudely, it was Madam Pomfrey, she was waiting by the side It's been a long time.

"Then the matter is finally over? Thank God!" She walked quickly in front of Harry and the others, "You need treatment, it has been several hours, do you really think the Cruciatus Curse is so easy to resist?" She pushed and shoved Shoving, shoving Harry, Ron, and Hermione like ducks.

"Ouch" Ron groaned in pain, "Take it easy, Madam Pomfrey."

"Aren't you very heroic just now?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him dissatisfied and said, "That's the Unforgivable Curse"

"But I hurt my leg." Ron looked at her aggrievedly.

"...well, you're right, I won't argue with the patient..." she rambled, 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.

"While I appreciate the great integrity and courage you have shown tonight, I must remind you that it's getting late, go ahead, go back to sleep, there will be no schedule for the last week of the school year Any course..."

The students cheered loudly, and 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 was looking.

"Wait, Mr. Minister, you left your top hat behind" George picked up a dusty hat from the ground and shouted at him, Fudge turned his head numbly, and the top hat flew towards him under the spell Come on, hit him on the nose.

The students who saw this scene laughed softly.

The Aurors didn't react at all, they trudged away.

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

Dawlish nodded.

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

"I used to get along quite happily with him," Dumbledore said softly, looking into the distance, "When he first became a minister, he asked me for advice and help every day, but later, his Confidence has increased, and he can make his own decisions. Perhaps because of his aversion to the previous cautious experience, he became obsessed with power, and watched every person who might shake his position with vigilant eyes..."

"Albus," Felix smiled slightly, "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 wall were snoring.

Dumbledore was sitting on the chair behind the desk ~IndoMTL.com~ thinking quietly, the silverware on the table was making noisy noises. After a while, he opened the drawer on the left, where there was a locket and a magic wand.

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

But besides the locket and wand, there is now another ring in the drawer. The ring was large, crudely made of what seemed to be gold, and set with a heavy black stone with a crack in the middle.

"The Resurrection Stone...isn't the time yet." Dumbledore murmured softly, brushing the black gemstone on the ring with his fingers.

He closed the drawer with great patience, panting slightly.

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

"Thank you for reminding me." Dumbledore smiled slightly. Then he fell into deep thought again, "Is there only one left, or two?" After a moment of silence, he waved his wand, summoned the silver phoenix Patronus, and said calmly, "Severus, come to my office for a minute." trip."