A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

"Professor, you're awake!"

"Professor Haip—"

"Great!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exclaimed in surprise, as everyone turned their gaze away from Rita Skeeter's strange curly hair and the purple mist constantly billowing from the black camera, and all looked at Felix.

“Thank you, thank you,” Felix said. “You’ve really helped a lot. If my…treatment…had been interrupted, it would have had a significant impact.” Harry and the others instantly understood the unspoken meaning in his words.

The other students deduced from these words that Hermione's earlier statement was true. They waved their wands excitedly, and Fred exclaimed, "It's what we should do, Professor! You've saved us from so many detentions!"

The serious atmosphere was broken by Fred's jokes, and surprisingly, quite a few students nodded in agreement.

"Professor Hyp taught me the technique for the fishbone-removing spell—"

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

"Legend has it that the house-elves in the kitchen possess a set of mysterious recipes, contributed by Professor Hyp—"

"No wonder I often hear about the professor and Warren having late-night snacks..."

"Professor Hyp caught me trespassing in the Forbidden Forest, but instead of putting me in solitary confinement, he invited me to go on a tour of the Forbidden Forest with him... We encountered a terrifying eight-eyed giant spider, and I had nightmares for two days! Looking back, it was probably arranged by the professor..."

"How cunning you are, Professor!"

The students were buzzing with discussion. Professor McGonagall's lips were pressed into a tight line, her stern gaze shifting between the students and Felix.

"Come on, Minerva, look how popular he is," Professor Flitwick said with a smile.

"To put it simply, he was the one who led the way in breaking the rules, but I didn't see it..." Professor McGonagall said with difficulty, "We can only let bygones be bygones and not let it happen again."

Once the noise subsided, Felix turned his gaze to Fudge and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. They stood motionless, like jack-o'-lanterns adding to the festive atmosphere of a Christmas chapel.

“Please allow me to say a few words in my defense—” he said. “If the Minister still believes that I should be held responsible for what happened tonight, I am willing to cooperate.”

“Professor!” Harry looked at him anxiously.

“It’s alright,” Felix shook his head at him, hesitated for a moment looking at the three dirty faces so close to his, and said to Hermione, “Miss Granger, could you do me a favor?”

Hermione nodded repeatedly.

Felix looked into her eyes, and the Mind House spell vanished in a flash. Then he drew his wand and placed it in front of her—Hermione reached out and grabbed it—and immediately, wisps of mist began to emerge from the tip of the wand, enveloped in something like a soap bubble, which the mist made grow larger and larger.

“Imagine the most memorable thing for you tonight,” Felix said. Of course, this was for the others to hear; he and Hermione had already discussed the specifics in the Mind Chamber.

When the soap bubble reached the size of a human head, Felix disconnected it from his wand, and the bubble shimmered in the black night sky, slowly drifting into the air.

“I think I see some figures,” said a little wizard staring at a soap bubble.

"I saw it too."

When the soap bubble reached a height of thirty feet, it was clearly visible to hundreds of people around. At that moment, Felix waved his wand, and the soap bubble burst with a "pop," releasing its mist that fell like snowflakes, creating a dynamic scene.

Those present saw Harry, and Ron, who was briefly seen tied to a black tombstone—this was clearly from an observer's perspective, and considering the professor's actions, it should be what Hermione saw.

In the scene, Harry, covered in dust and with his back to them, shouts emotionally, "You're afraid to use the Killing Curse on me, aren't you! You're afraid of the magical protection my mother gave me with her life, worried that the spell will bounce back on you, and then you're finished! You'll become a complete joke!"

Everyone stared intently, and then they saw the person opposite Harry. "Hiss—" Many students and Aurors gasped.

They saw a nightmarish face, paler than a skeleton, with bloodshot eyes, and where his nose should have been, only two thin slits, like snakes. He wore a thin black robe, which billowed in the night wind, revealing his skeletal frame…

"The mysterious man!" someone shouted in panic, "He's really back!"

The adults—including the professors, Aurors, and other people from the school—looked serious. Some of them may have only heard of Voldemort's horrors, and some may have never even heard of him, but the oppressive aura emanating from the man in the picture was accurately conveyed to their hearts.

Even just knowing the phrase "resurrected from the dead" is enough to put them on high alert.

In the scene, Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry, as if he were staring at them all, then he revealed a terrifying smile and uttered the spell: "Crunch in the Heart!"

Another gasp rippled through the crowd; some dared not look. Yet Harry stood his ground, refusing to fall, and instead shouted defiantly. Everyone held their breath for him, while Sirius Black stared intently at Voldemort's shadow, his teeth grinding.

Voldemort was clearly enraged by Harry. He loudly recited the Crucifixion Spell, at which point a red light descended from the sky and blocked Harry's path...

"It's Professor Hep!"

"He's in the air, it's incredible—"

"You're making a fuss over nothing. Didn't you see the silver wings he showed off in the second project?"

"I just never imagined that thing could actually fly!"

The scene ends here. Felix doesn't intend to show the full process for now, firstly to avoid the world seeing Voldemort's power and losing faith in him; secondly, he doesn't want his resurrection story to be repeatedly spread...

He glanced at Rita Skeeter in the corner, who was extending her thick, fleshy fingers to signal the photographer to hurry up and take a picture.

He only needed to pick out a scene that showed Voldemort's cruelty.

“That’s all for now,” Felix said in a tense silence. “It’s just corroborating evidence, not conclusive proof, and Granger’s condition isn’t great…”

Hermione was panting at the opportune moment.

"I have more evidence, more reliable than memory, but I might have to wait until the trial to bring it up?" He looked at Fudge as if seeking his opinion, but Fudge's face was ashen, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

“Of course not,” Dumbledore said gently. “I will convene a meeting of all Wizengamor members as the chief mage of Wizengamor, and Felix, I hope you will attend and testify.”

"It's what I should do."

Felix said cooperatively.

Fudge kept muttering to himself, "He's back—he's really back—how could this be—how is this possible—"

“So, Mr. Minister, do you have any further questions? Or are you worried that I might run away before the meeting?” Felix asked.

Fudge's lips trembled and moved, "No...no..." He managed a stiff smile, but someone rudely interrupted him. It was Mrs. Pomfrey, who had been waiting for a long time.

“So—it’s finally over? Thank goodness!” She strode over to Harry and the others. “You need treatment. It’s been several hours. Did you really think the Crucifixion was so easy to withstand?” She shoved and pushed Harry, Ron, and Hermione like ducks.

“Ouch—” Ron cried out in pain. “Easy, Mrs. Pomfrey.”

“Weren’t you being quite the hero just now?” Mrs. Pomfrey looked at him with displeasure. “That was an unforgivable curse—”

“But it’s my leg that’s injured,” Ron said, looking at her with a wronged expression.

“…Okay, you’re right, I won’t argue with the patient…” she said, leading the three of them to the temporary tent next door for treatment.

Dumbledore also arranged for the professors to lead the students back to the castle.

"While I appreciate the great integrity and courage you have shown tonight, I must remind you that it is very late. Go back and get some sleep. There will be no classes scheduled for the last week of the academic year..."

The students cheered loudly, and then a few students started yawning. As if it were contagious, soon everyone was yawning and feeling drowsy.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Fudge slipped away quietly like a fat rat.

“Wait, Minister, you’ve left your hat behind—” George picked up a dusty hat from the ground and called out to him. Fudge turned around blankly, and the hat flew toward him under the influence of a spell, hitting him on the nose.

The students who witnessed this chuckled softly.

The Aurors didn't react at all; they dragged themselves away.

“Delix,” Felix said, satisfied with Fudge’s predicament, and called to Auror who was walking behind him, “Please pass on a message to Ms. Burns that I will be visiting her in the next couple of days.”

Delisi nodded.

Fudge, who also heard this, paused, but he didn't turn around. He just became more unsteady on his feet and fell twice before he disappeared from Felix's sight.

“I used to get along with him fairly well,” Dumbledore said softly, gazing into the distance. “When he first became minister, he would consult me ​​and ask for my help every few days. But later, as his confidence grew and he became able to make his own decisions, perhaps out of a dislike for his previous cautious experience, he became enamored with power and watched with wary eyes anyone who might threaten his position…”

“Albus,” Felix smiled slightly, “I’m already starting to look forward to days without Fudge.”

……

late at night.

The room was dimly lit, and the portraits of the principals on the walls were snoring.

Dumbledore sat in the chair behind his desk, quietly contemplating, the silverware on the desk jingling softly. After a while, he opened the left drawer, where a locket and a wand lay.

Both items 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 besides the locket and wand, there's now a ring in the drawer. The ring is large, seems to be made of gold, and is crudely crafted, with a heavy, cracked black stone set in it.

"The Resurrection Stone... it's not time yet," Dumbledore murmured, his fingers brushing against the black gem on his ring.

He closed the drawer with great patience, breathing slightly heavily.

“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. “One left, or two?” After a moment of silence, he waved his wand, summoning the silver phoenix Patronus, and said calmly, “Severus, come to my office.”

Chapter 490 Amelia Borns

Felix woke up the next morning looking refreshed and showing no signs of fatigue. The side effects of the potion seemed to have been neutralized by the changes in his body. He stared at the gray ceiling, the unconscious smacking of Valen's lips from his cradle beside him.

Felix grinned, got out of bed, and stretched.

"boom!"

The metal alarm clock on the cabinet suddenly exploded. Felix looked down at the broken parts, frowned, and waved his hand to put the alarm clock back to its original position.

“It will take a while to adjust.” He thought to himself, then said to the sleepy-eyed Valen, “It’s okay, you can sleep a little longer.” With that, he walked out of the bedroom.

Valen waved to him sleepily, rolled over on the soft, comfortable velvet, curled up into a ball, and continued to sleep. He had stayed up all night again last night waiting for the big boss to come back.

Outside the office window, you can see lush forests and rolling mountains. The sky is clear and bright, like a splash of blue ink, and a gentle breeze tickles your face.

A tawny owl flew toward him, carrying a newspaper in its beak. As it approached the windowsill, it folded its wings and landed in front of him.

Felix flipped open the newspaper, and Fudge's large face immediately came into view. "It's definitely journalism award caliber," Felix muttered. Just then, an owl hooted at him a few times. "Oh, oh," he said, handing it five knuts.

The owl flapped its wings and flew away.

He spent the entire day in his office training his new powers and was surprised to find that his magic had also increased considerably. He estimated that this situation might continue for some time.

In the afternoon, he took a break and went to the school hospital. Just as he arrived at the entrance, he heard Mr. Weasley's voice. He pushed the door open and went inside.

“…Fudge has locked himself in his office and won’t see anyone,” Mr. Weasley said. “I guess he seems to want to sit in the Minister for Magic’s chair a little longer before he goes on leave…” Perhaps realizing he had been too harsh, he shrugged and didn’t continue the conversation. “Anyway, Fudge did do one good thing by appointing Ms. Burns to temporarily handle the ministry’s affairs before his ‘leave.’”

“Thank you, Arthur,” Ms. Burns said wearily.

There were quite a few people in the room. Besides Harry, Ron, and Hermione lying in their hospital beds, Mr. Weasley speaking, Sirius Black, Lupin, Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore, there was also a strange woman in the room, Amelia Bornes.

"May I come in?" Felix asked.

“Of course, Mr. Hyp,” the woman said. “There are many issues that cannot be discussed without you.”

Felix looked her over with interest for a moment, then chose a chair by the wall and sat down.