Chapter 476： Can't do it

As we all know, sniffing has a preference for all shiny things, so it is especially suitable for finding treasures. This stems from their unusually sensitive sense of smell. At this moment, Felix looked at Warren with new ideas in his heart.

"Wow!"

Felix raised his hand to the open space in the office. The ring on his hand exuded a strong light. Then, various debris spewed out like a volcanic eruption, parchment, handwriting, scrolls, potions, letters, and The Christmas presents of the past few years...There are so many piles of them in most of the room.

Felix sat on a chair behind him, looked at Warren who was stunned, and explained: "All the people I know have almost all their things here. The smell of those letters or gifts is well preserved... …Thanks for your hard work, Valen, find this man."

Warren looked at the pile of debris that was higher than himself standing on the table, and his body trembled. In the expression that Felix was expecting, he stood on tiptoe and turned over a pair of blue woolen socks. The rough embroidered black lightning and silver ball of light were a gift from Dobby to Felix. He likes it a lot. The problem is that the size of the socks is two sizes smaller and they can't fit in.

Warren leaned down on the edge of the desk, and opened the drawer halfway upside down. From Felix's direction, he could see a pile of parchment filled with words. Warren looked back at Felix angrily. Point down very hard.

"Haw! (That's it!

Felix was stunned. Did he use his hands too fast? He raised his arm unnaturally, and the pile of parchment flew into his hand. He knew what it was for a long time, but he still stared at the parchment for a long time. He raised his head and confirmed: "Are you sure? Wallen, this not kidding……"

Warren raised his hips imposingly and nodded his head.

Felix's sight fell on the parchment again. This is a paper about the disassembly plan of the time converter. He had only read it two days ago, from Hermione Granger.

Hermione... Granger, it's really her.

Felix exhaled slightly. Now that the target was determined, he didn't need to touch clues everywhere like a headless fly, but then he frowned. He stressed to Hermione the danger of long-distance travel in time and space more than once, and she knew it well, but she still did...

Is it a last resort or a mistake?

At this time, he just thought of it, because the core part of the time converter in Hermione's hand came from an evil dark wizard more than two thousand years ago. Although Felix had confirmed with a magical perspective in the underground space of the Egyptian pyramids that the Horcrux statue and altar carrying "Despicable Helbo" had no traces of magic left, he knew nothing about "time". .

So when Hermione told him to replace it with the hourglass on the altar, he was happy to see the result. As long as you do it seriously, whether you succeed or fail, it will be a huge gain and many benefits.

He only added a piece of insurance to warn Granger not to use it even if the replacement is successful. Felix thought that was enough, but it was obvious that there was an unexpected situation in the future that was beyond his and Hermione's expectations.

For example, he is "dead".

A more accurate statement is that Granger thought he was dead, and coupled with the emergency, she could not confirm the true situation, or she might not be willing to confirm it. In short, she hurriedly used the time converter, but an accident happened...

Felix thought silently, barely sorting out a reasonable timeline.

But there are still many unexplainable problems.

Warren has become accustomed to the occasional situation where the Great Devil is motionless. He sniffs the scent on the postcard. Yes, it is the witch with tousled hair who likes to hold it. The smell of her is everywhere in the office. It hasn't been before. pay attention to.

Warren stared at the debris piled up on the ground with his eyes beaming. This is a treasure mountain! It glanced at Felix and understood that this situation would continue for some time as long as it was not disturbed. Warren sprinted two steps, jumped high from the table, like diving, and landed on a pile of colorful socks. With two small hands, he quickly disappeared into the pile of debris.

The fun of picking up treasures!

Warren wandered happily among the dazzling array of objects. The probability of meeting the baby was surprisingly high. It quickly found a few Jin Jialongs, and laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. It was so happy... he stuffed the coins into his pocket. After taking a look to the side, he found another thermostat locket. Warren hesitated for a few seconds, and "resolutely" decided to give it up. There were already three lockets in his pocket.

It is not rare.

Warren sniffed and kissed lightly, and smelled the familiar smell again, also from the rolled up parchment paper. From the scattered corner, he saw the words "House Elf" and "Inspect". After thinking about it, Drilled out of the pile of debris and placed the roll of parchment next to the postcard.

"Haw! (And this one!

It reminds loudly. Warren felt very happy that he was helping the Great Demon King with his work, using his labor in exchange for reasonable remuneration.

Felix came back to his senses and watched Warren turning around, sticking out his head from time to time and putting something on the table. He glanced at it roughly. They were all Hermione's things, papers, gifts, made by himself. At the same time, he also keenly noticed that Warren's belly had become round and round. If he read it correctly, half of a necklace was revealed in his pocket.

Felix wondered whether to find time to popularize the relationship between work content and remuneration for Varen. If employees in the company were to know Varen's labor costs, they would definitely cry.

Once again, Warren got out of the debris. It shook the black fluff on its body, holding a card in one hand, and holding a glass ball-like sight glass in one hand. It was stuffing its pocket vigorously, but the pocket seemed to be full. Can succeed.

Felix looked at the greedy little guy irritably, beckoned, and Warren flew over uncontrollably. With the dissatisfied look in the big devil's eyes, Varen realized that he was too excited, and he shrank his body, and handed him the speculum in his hand flatly.

Felix continued to stare at it.

Warren blinked, showing a suddenly realized expression, handed him the card in his other hand, and said:

"Haw! (finally found)!"

Felix looked at Warren with a dark face. Do you think I don't know what your plan is? I forgot about the moral education class, right? He was just about to say something. He caught a glimpse of the birthday card from the corner of his sight, suddenly opened his eyes, and the stormy sea was rolled up in his heart.

The greeting card is from "Ms. Jane", sent over two months ago with a huge birthday cake.

Felix's hand shook uncontrollably. A dozen years ago, to be precise, he received her letter for the first time at his fourth-grade school banquet. Among the hundreds of insulting letters, only this one was to encourage him. After that, the lady sent a few more letters, and it didn't stop until he graduated.

Felix recalled Nick Lemay’s notes. His heart grew deeper and deeper. There was no example of surviving a long-distance travel in time and space... If Granger was brought back to ten years ago by the time converter, the time in her body How serious should backlash be?

Can't draw conclusions easily, he knows nothing about the time domain. Nick has never experienced time travel, he just collected the information.

"What's the most important thing right now?" Felix asked himself softly, "Yes, that's it."

He stretched out his hand expressionlessly, the debris on the ground melted into his ring like a stream of water, and Warren quickly climbed onto his shoulders and looked down at this spectacular scene. After two minutes, there were only three things left on the ground. thing.

His homemade map of the spot, the semi-finished speculum that Warren held before, and a small glass bottle with a pinch of gray hair.

Felix unfolded the map, and the ink lines on it expanded from a point in the center, quickly revealing the whole picture of Hogwarts Castle. The ink footprint has not yet stopped, extending to the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake and the surrounding mountains. , Including the other four schools’ strongholds are clearly visible.

Hogwarts Castle occupies only one-tenth of the entire map. The dense dots and the names on the dots are squeezed together, like a squashed, squirming ball of wool. Tingling.

Felix took out his wand and pointed it on the map while whispering: "Hermione Granger."

The map suddenly changed, and the squirming lines melted like spring snow and disappeared. There was only one golden name left on the entire map, Hermione Granger, who was taking her final exam in the potions classroom.

"There is only one name." Felix was a little disappointed.

...

The door of the potions classroom opened, and the students filed out.

Hermione hurriedly said while packing her schoolbag: "The title is not difficult, but I'm not sure if I have written the steps clearly. I should wave my magic wand before mixing the potion..." Harry and Ron's expressions were very serious. Reluctantly, Hermione was still reviewing the questions in the potions class when she turned the corridor. Harry couldn't help but said, "Hermione, only you of the three of us really took the exam. We don't even know which questions you said. ."

"Yeah," Ron was in a surprisingly good mood, and he said with a smile: "I was reading a comic book during the exam. You should really look at the expression on Snape's face, sorry, Professor." He replied When he turned his head to speak, he bumped his head on Felix.

"I blocked you," Felix said with a smile. "I guess it's almost time. I have something to do with Professor Snape... By the way, Miss Granger, I still feel a little worried after thinking about it. You plan to repair that small timer, it is best to tell me in advance"

"We have fixed it." Harry said.

"Uh, what?"

"We have fixed it, just last night," Harry said.

"Wait," Felix stared at Harry, then turned to Hermione, "I remember you said that you won't try to fix it until the third project is over?"

"Oh, um..." Hermione stroked her hair in a flustered manner. "There was some accident...I was...in very good shape, so...well, it was done ahead of schedule." She hesitated.

She really didn't want the professor to know that she was worried about meeting with her parents, so she moved the plan ahead on an impulse.

"Professor, do you need me to show you the time converter? I put it in the dormitory." Hermione changed the subject, Harry and Ron raised their hearts. Although they had decided to let Professor Haipu check, they still I'm worried about hearing words such as "danger" and "confiscation" from the professor's mouth.

"I don't need it for the time being. You can prepare for the third project with peace of mind. I still hope you can hold the trophy." Felix postponed her proposal calmly.

Hermione stared at Felix's disappearing figure in the corner, and asked with some confusion, "Do you think the professor is a bit weird?"

"Yes?" Ron asked, and Harry looked at her puzzledly.

"That's it." Hermione opened her mouth and found that she couldn't describe how the sense of violation came. "Hey, forget it. Tomorrow is the magic history exam. Are you still going to read idle books in class?" There was obvious dissatisfaction in her tone.

"I asked Professor McGonagall specifically. The parents will come over tomorrow morning, Hermione, you don't plan to leave them outside to take the exam alone, do you?" Ron

"Can't it?" Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Actually I" she stopped suddenly and looked around.

"What's the matter, is anyone there, Hermione?" Harry asked, and he felt a faint abnormality, but found nothing.

Hermione drew out her wand and tapped it a few times around, but found nothing.

"Maybe I read it wrong," she said hesitantly.

"Isn’t it a ghost? Hurry up, when Mrs. Lorice found out that you were casting spells in the corridor, it’s strange. The cat’s movements are getting more and more agile. Fred and George don’t dare to swim at night. Yes, they are looking around for the reason..."

Their voices disappeared in the distance, Felix turned around in front of the potions classroom, then returned to his office, with a few extra long brown hairs in his hands. He took out the semi-finished speculum and used Hermione's hair that he had just obtained to make a tracing speculum.

Felix stood in the fireplace and stared at Warren. "I'm going out and I may not be able to come back tonight. Don't worry."

"Haw? (Can I go?

"Oh, no," Felix whispered, "I don't think so." The green flame rose and he disappeared into the office.

...

In the next few hours, Felix wandered through Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley and the wizarding area of ​​England, holding a tracing glass but found nothing.

"So smart, Miss Granger, you hide well."

It is already close to dusk. Felix is ​​sitting by the window of a cafe. In his sight is a huge clock tower, which is Big Ben, one of London's iconic buildings. Felix finished his coffee and asked the somewhat bald clerk at the checkout: "Is there a newsstand nearby?"

"Oh, of course, it's on the corner..."

Two minutes later

Felix stood in front of a newsstand and handed the postcard with Proverbs to the young lady Neville. He asked politely, "Hello, do you have similar postcards here?"

The young lady took the card and looked at it carefully for a while, “I was a little bit impressed. A few months ago, a salesman recommended a complete set of postcards from famous quotes, but I had already purchased two hundred sets of London attractions commemorative cards, so I didn’t purchase... …Would you like a set?"

The lady pointed to the commemorative card on the booth and asked.

"Give me a set." Felix smiled, and the lady's words verified his last guess.

Felix handed her a banknote and turned into an alley with a full set of London attractions souvenir cards. The next second, his figure appeared two streets away. When he came out of an alley again, he was already empty-handed. He looked up, and across the alley was a dentist's office.

He bought a wisdom tooth here almost three years ago. Felix smiled. Mr. Granger must have been impressed by him. Customers like him are probably rare.

Felix tapped his forehead with the second joint of his index finger. There was no magical glow in the clinic. He was not surprised. He just looked around and looked far away. The black and white perspective immediately became colorful.

He had seen Granger before joining the job. He remembered that she had walked over at the time, which seemed to indicate that her home was not far from the clinic...

Felix searched patiently, and said softly: "I personally told her that she was not spared from long-distance time travel. If she thought she was doomed to die... where would she stay in the last part of her life? I should have thought about it. of."

Felix stared at an invisible light spot in his field of vision and curled his mouth. Without much effort, he came to the street where the small townhouse was located. This is the favorite of the middle class and the upstart class. Each building is 150-200 square meters in size, two or three storeys high, with independent small gardens and garages.

Felix cast a hallucination spell on himself, stopped near a house, stared at the "Granger" on the house number for a while, and then walked into the restaurant on the opposite building with the sign of "Open 24h". I ordered a few dishes and re-examined my plan.

He didn't plan to meet Hermione, at least until he was able to deal with the side effects of long distance travel.

Time travellers will be protected by the time converter. If you just go back to the past one or two hours, this kind of "protection" is not obvious, but if it spans years, decades, or even hundreds of years, if there is no time converter The energy, their fate is absolutely tragic.

The most obvious example is the witch who unfortunately returned to five centuries ago. When she returned to the time she was in, she instantly became old. From the prosperous to the old, Saint Mungo tried almost everything. Way, but the witch's body is like a sieve, and all the means to make up for vitality are useless.

Felix could only pray that the energy in the flat-headed hourglass taken from "Despicable Helbo" was sufficient.

It was getting dark. Felix was sitting in the corner of the restaurant, tapping his index finger on the table rhythmically. The guests who passed by turned a blind eye to him. The ripples spread, and his magic and thought quickly covered the restaurant. Then continue to extend outwards until it covers the opposite house and nearby blocks.

He used the Mind House magic to recreate all the surrounding scenery and overlap with it, which is similar to the process of constructing the Snow Corridor in the Quidditch World Cup. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was nine o'clock in the evening.

A car parked on the opposite side, and a middle-aged couple walked inside. Felix closed his eyes, as if he was standing in front of the Grangers. They opened the door talking and laughing, then parked the car into the garage, and the curtain on the second floor moved.

Although the light at night is very dim , Felix clearly "sees" a hairy head.

After waiting for a few minutes, he just wanted to stop the magic, when the window on the second floor suddenly opened, and an owl flew out of it. Under the cover of night, no one found its trace. The owl is like a ghost in the night sky, hovering twice over the house and flying into the night sky.

Hermione stared at the owl for a few seconds before disappearing behind the curtains. But she did not notice that after flying for a while, the owl seemed to have lost its way, hovering constantly in the sky, and then flew in one direction uncontrollably. The door of the restaurant opened abruptly, and the owl fell straight in front of Felix. .

"Send it to me." Felix stared at the envelope and muttered to himself. He opened the letter, which was in the familiar "Ms. Jane" font.

"...Maybe I won't write anymore, I'm going to move to another place. I read from the newspaper that you have become the coach and security guard of the two Warriors teams at Hogwarts... It's amazing... I saw the second A video of a project...The Warriors have to deal with tremendous pressure. I suggest you give them a hug before the game..."

Felix put down the letter and said blankly: "It's a pity that I can't do what you want, Miss Granger."