A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Click"

Several little wizards holding magic wands stared at a potbellied man. He held a big smoking camera in his hand. The sound just 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, comparable to the protests of Ifamoni students in France. , And even worse that 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 stepping down is almost a certainty.

She raised her head, and unexpectedly found that she was 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 on the hem of the robe. It is not conspicuous at night. At least it is much lower-key than when she appeared in the previous few times. This is also why many little wizards did not find her. reason.

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

"Hate guy," Ron whispered, and then he added, "Actually, it's not that bad. Except that it was really unpleasant at first, she was pretty authentic. She even helped us several times. It's weird. ..."

Collins snorted beside him.

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

"Did you not read her report in the recent period?" Cedric stammered, "After a few months of silence, she began to publish a lot of articles, make up rumors about warriors, and arrange private lives..." Qiu also talked to him for this. I have been troubled a few times, but this is a trouble of happiness.

A short photographer named Bozo was taciturn, but had a grumpy temper, "Jean, this is a news award-winning photo" he said coarsely, squeezing a little wizard away, choosing a suitable angle, and accompanying him. With a "click" 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 around.

"Professor, you are awake!"

"Professor Haipu"

"Very good!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione said in surprise that everyone looked away from Rita Skeeter's weird curly hair and the purple mist from the black camera, and all looked at Felix.

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

Other students read the truth of what Hermione said before. They waved their wands happily, and Fred said loudly, "This is what we should do, Professor, how much confinement you have helped us to escape."

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

"Professor Haipu taught me how to draw a fishbone spell"

"He knows everything in the black lake!"

"The house elves in the legendary kitchen master a set of mysterious recipes, which was contributed by Professor Haipu"

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

"Professor Haipu caught me in the forbidden forest. Not only did he not close the confinement, he also invited me to visit the forbidden forest... We encountered the terrifying eight-eyed giant spider, and I had a nightmare for two days! Afterwards, I thought it might be. The professor arranged..."

"How cunning, Professor!"

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

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

"In a popular saying, he was taking the lead in breaking the rules, but I didn't see it..." Professor McGonagall said awkwardly.

When the voice subsided, Felix turned his eyes to Fudge and the Auror of the Ministry of Magic. They are like pumpkin lanterns that add a festive atmosphere to the Christmas auditorium, standing motionless.

"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 dirty faces that were close at hand, hesitated, and said to Hermione: "Miss Granger, can you please help?"

Hermione nodded repeatedly.

Felix looked at her eyes, and the magic of the thinking house flashed away. Then he drew out the wand and placed it in front of her. Hermione reached out and grabbed it. The tip of the wand began to gush out a wisp of mist. They were wrapped in a soap bubble, and the mist made the soap bubble bigger and bigger.

"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 figures," said a little 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 his magic wand, the soap bubble exploded with a "poof", and the mist inside was like snowflakes. The same goes up and down one after another, forming a dynamic picture.

The people present saw Harry, and Ron, who was tied to the black tombstone in a flash. This was obviously from the perspective of a bystander, combined with the professor's behavior, it should be what Hermione had seen.

Harry in the picture was covered in dust, turned his back to them, and yelled emotionally: "You dare not use a life-threatening spell on me, do you! You are afraid of the magical protection my mother has given me with life, worrying that the spell will rebound again. To you, so you're done! It's completely a joke!"

Everyone looked intently, and then they saw the person opposite Harry, "hissing" many students and the Auror gasping.

They saw a nightmarish 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, and his robe was rolled in the night breeze, revealing a skeleton figure...

"Mysterious man!" someone yelled in panic, "He really came back!"

The adults, including the professors, Aurors, and people from other schools present, showed a cautious look. Some of them may have only heard of Voldemort’s horror, and some have never even heard of it, but the person’s sense of oppression in the picture Pass it accurately 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 terrible smile and said the spell: "Break out the bones!"

There was another exclamation in the crowd, and some people were already afraid to look. However, Harry actually blocked it and insisted on not falling, but instead provoke loudly. Everyone couldn't help but squeeze a sweat for him. Sirius stared at Voldemort's shadow, his teeth creaking.

Voldemort was obviously irritated by Harry. He chanted the Heartbreaking Curse aloud. At this time, a red light fell from the sky and stood in front of Harry...

"It's Professor Haipu!"

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

"It's rare and weird. Didn't you see the silver wings he showed in the second project?"

"I just didn't expect that thing could 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 the power of Voldemort and thus losing confidence; secondly, he does not want to let the process of his resurrection spread repeatedly...

He glanced at Rita Skeeter in the corner, she was stretching out her fat fingers to beckon the photographer to take a photo.

He only needs to pick out a scene that shows the cruelty of Voldemort.

"There is only this 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 poor..."

Hermione was panting in good time.

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

"Of course not," Dumbledore said gently, "I will convene a meeting with all the members of Wiesengama as the chief mage of Wizengamore. Felix, I hope you can attend and testify."

"This is what I should do."

Felix said cooperatively.

Fudge was still talking to himself, "How could he really come back when he came back?"

"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 managed to pull out a stiff smile, but someone interrupted him unceremoniously. It was Mrs. Pomfrey, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Then it's finally over? Thank goodness!" She walked quickly to Harry and the others. "You need treatment. It's been several hours. Do you think it's so easy to resist?" She shoved and shoved, like It was pushing Harry, Ron, and Hermione like a duck.

"Ouch," Ron screamed in pain, "Keep it down, Mrs. Pomfrey."

"Isn't it a hero just now?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him dissatisfiedly and said, "That's an 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 for your great integrity and courage tonight, I must remind you that it is very late now, go, go back to sleep, no classes will be scheduled in the last week of the school year... …"

The students cheered loudly, and then a few students yawned, as if contagious, and soon everyone yawned and became tired.

Before no one was paying attention, Fudge slipped away like a fat mouse.

"Wait, Mr. Minister, you also dropped your top hat." George picked up a dusted hat from the ground and shouted at him. Fudge turned his head dumbly, and the top hat flew towards him under the effect of the spell, hitting him. On his nose.

The students who saw this scene laughed lowly.

The Aurors didn't react at all, they dragged away with heavy steps.

"Dalis," Felix read Fudge's embarrassment with satisfaction, and stopped the Auror who was walking behind, "Help me give Ms. Bones a word. I will take time to visit her in the two days."

Dalis nodded.

Fudge paused when he heard the same words, but he didn't look back, he 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 then his confidence increased. , He can make his own decision, 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 look..."

"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 principal on the wall snored.

Dumbledore sat in the chair behind the desk ~www.readwn.com~ 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 magic wand.

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

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

"The 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 the sorting hat on the shelf.

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