Chapter 478： Safe return

Scrimgeour stood not far from the magic fountain, staring at the empty fireplace with yellow eyes.

The whole hall was terribly quiet. Whenever a new Ministry of Magic staff appeared from the fireplace, hundreds of people would be seen staring at him. Arthur Weasley was taken aback. He looked left and right. Look, the Ministry of Magic seems to have undergone a large-scale battle, the ground is in a mess, and the Auror Office Director is like an old lion who chooses to eat, and will pounce on it in the next second.

He moved away from the hearth step by step, moved to the side of a wizard on the scene, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, Arnold?"

The wizard wiped his sweat, "It's terrible, Arthur, if you come two minutes early, you might bump into that person..."

"You mean there is only one enemy? He escaped?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise.

"Yeah, let me tell you..."

There was a harsh click, and Mr. Weasley raised his head, and the fence of the elevator slipped from it to the sides, making a loud clanging sound, and a large group of people rushed out from inside.

Amelia Burns was at the forefront. She raised her wand and strode towards her. She looked around, her eyebrows were twisted tightly, and she shouted: "The therapist took the wounded to the infirmary to receive treatment."

"Reconnaissance team! Cooperate with the Auror to investigate the scene."

The Auror present and several magic law enforcement scouts in the crowd whispered.

"Kingsley, Dlex!"

The two Aurors who followed her straightened their chests.

"Take your team to track the target," she said after a while, "focus on detection, don't do it lightly."

"clear!"

"Reversal accidental magic incident team! And all members of the Magic Law Enforcement Department!"

The people in the small half of the hall stood up straight, waiting for orders.

"Clean up the ruins and debris. The insider stood up to register the clues, and everyone else performed their duties." When the crowd began to move, she turned her head to look at Scrimgeour, "Rufus, what do you find?"

Scrimgeour rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "I saw his face."

Ms. Bones gave a surprised expression, "Who is it?"

"He made a disguise, I'm not sure, there is no evidence at the moment" Scrimgeour hesitated to speak.

Ms. Bones gave him a stern look. "Come with me, Rufus."

...

"I'm going to help too, goodbye, Arnold." Mr. Weasley hurried away, he was also a member of the Magic Law Enforcement Department.

"Goodbye, Arthur," the wizard muttered. "What a beautiful day, I thought the war broke out!"

"Be careful with your words, Pisgood." An indifferent voice said behind him. Arnold Pisgood looked back in surprise. "Yaxley?"

"It's me," Yaxley said, "Listen to you, you seem to be looking forward to the war?"

The wizard blushed and retorted loudly: "Nonsense!"

Yaxley smiled coldly, "I hope you will be as firm as you are by then." He turned and walked towards the fireplace on the wall.

"Wait, where are you going?" the wizard shouted.

"Ordered to be stationed at Hogwarts," he said without looking back, "I came to get something this morning, and I didn't expect to see a big show."

...

Ms. Bones and Scrimgeour came to the circular pool of the magic fountain, and the sound of water splashing around covered their discussion. She whispered: "You have played against him, you should have your own judgment. right?"

Scrimgeour did not say the name directly. He leaned on a cane and stared at the statue erected in the middle of the pool. This is a group of pure gold statues, larger than a real person. The tallest of them is a noble wizard, holding a magic wand high. Surrounding him is a beautiful witch, a horseman, a fairy and a house elf.

The horseman, the goblin, and the house elves all looked up at the two wizards with infinite admiration.

"That person not only disguised his face, but also disguised his strength," Scrimgeour stared at the house elf statue, gurgling water from its ears. "The strength he showed at the beginning is the same as that of Arras before retirement. It's almost the same. I can see that he has experienced a lot of battles and has excellent judgment. Maybe he doesn't want to reveal his identity, and he uses regular magic..."

He continued: "But the man's last blow was so amazing, I can't recognize what magic it was."

Ms. Bones listened quietly, lost in thought. She stared at the fountain and slowly said: "Thousands of glass were shattered with just one blow... Do you think this is his normal strength or extraordinary performance?"

Scrimgeour hesitated, "I think it is the former. He is very good at disguising."

Ms. Bones looked at him seriously, "According to your description, the number of qualified people is very limited. I only know two, no...maybe three. Presumably few people abroad can meet the conditions. Besides, they are unlikely to break into the British Ministry of Magic without warning...I need proof!"

At this moment, a burly Auror walked over with a guard.

"Ms. Bones, Mr. Scrimgeour, Eric has important clues to report!"

The two looked at Eric Munch at the same time. Eric's body trembled, "I, uh, I don't know if I'm right..."

"It doesn't matter, we will make the right judgment." Ms. Bones comforted him.

"That's it. I saw a man on duty last night. I thought it was very strange, but I didn't think much about it at the time."

"Who did you see?" Scrimgeour asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes..." Eric stunned, looking over their backs, and seeing a short and stout man approaching aggressively, his eyes widened: "Minister Fudge!"

...

"Sir, your destination has arrived." The driver said politely.

"Thank you." Felix said with a tired face, paid and got out of the taxi. He took a ring out of his pocket and put it on his hand. As two rays of light flickered, a black wand and a brown amulet appeared in his hand.

He put away the spare magic wand again and sat on the bench under the plane tree. A young mother pushed the stroller to enjoy the leisurely morning time. Felix looked at him curiously as he sat in the chair.

Felix blinked at the baby, turned his hand and took out a potion and poured it into his mouth.

He got up from the bench and walked towards a house, while putting on the amulet for himself, and pressing it twice, the color of his body gradually faded. Felix cheered up, "It's still the last step, you can definitely do it, Felix...just need to transfer the energy, it won't take much time."

...

"Is there such a thing?" Voldemort asked softly, and he sneered. "The Ministry of Magic has lost your lord this time."

"Master, do you need me to disclose it?" Yaxley lowered his head and knelt on the ground, his gorgeous, flowing robe studded with gold threads just dragged to the ground.

"Not necessary for the time being," Voldemort said lazily, "you just need to secretly guide Fudge to turn his skeptical gaze to our little friend..."

"Why?" Yaxley asked, shaking all over the next second, "Yes, I'm sorry, Master, I'm not questioning you"

Voldemort paced in front of him, Yaxley lowered his head, only to see a pair of pale feet, and finally, those feet stopped in front of him, "Lord, master?"

"I can answer this question," Voldemort said softly, "Even though you have never taken the initiative to find me in these years, Yaxley... after I lost power, I slipped into the enemy's ranks, pretended to be innocent, and continued to enjoy the glory. Rich...but when you saw me, you chose to return to my embrace for the first time, so I am willing to forgive you."

"Master, master..."

"I have a plan." Voldemort said softly, "That kid left a deep impression on me. When I just got a little better, he suddenly rushed in and almost destroyed everything about me. At that time, I realized that Now, I can’t let him grow up..."

"Master, with your strength, it is easy to kill him."

"Oh? Is this really the case? If you really believe this, why have you served the enemy with peace of mind for so many years?"

Yaxley stopped talking.

"I haven't done anything for this period of time, I haven't gathered Death Eaters, I haven't gathered the old ministry. Before you, there is only a loyal servant by your side. You can think about why the great Dark Lord hides like a mouse?"

"I told the kid that even if he and Dumbledore stand together, if they go against Dumbledore’s ideas a little bit, their relationship will break... I look forward to this scene, of course, if there is a chance. , I don’t mind killing him easily."

"Yaxley, my friend," Voldemort lowered his head and stared at Yaxley, "Do what you should do, and I will wait for the guests to arrive..."

...

"Someone pretends to be me?" Fudge shouted incredulously, wide-eyed in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. He glanced around quickly, lowered his voice and said, "This is impossible. I never gave my hair to anyone else!"

"It may also be advanced human deformation skills." Ms. Bones said.

"It must be so." Fudge immediately agreed. He stroked the buttons on his stomach irritably, his eyes moved on Bones, Scrimgeour, Aurors, and the guards. .Understand?"

"So..." He stretched out his stubby fingers, gesticulating wildly in the air, "Can anyone tell me what the purpose of that man broke into the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's not clear yet," Scrimgeour said.

"Not sure?" Fudge repeated, staring at him, "Then what have you been doing for so long?"

"Wait for news, Minister." Scrimgeour said bluntly. "There are two Auror teams out there. They are the best. They are investigating the whereabouts of the criminals." He pointed around, "Others are investigating." on site."

"Are there any witnesses?" Fudge asked again.

Ms. Bones, Scrimgeour and Auror looked at the guard Eric Munch on duty at the same time. Fudge said angrily: "I want a witness other than him! He can't prove anything."

"Not yet, Fudge, we need time to collect evidence." Ms. Bones said gently.

"Time, time, if those reporters knew about it, they would stick to it like flies." Fudge lowered his head and said in disgust, with a strange light shining in his eyes, and he muttered to himself in an inaudible voice: "No witnesses?"

He hurriedly left and said before leaving: "I will be a judge at Hogwarts in the afternoon. I hope you can come up with one or two good news before then."

...

Grimmauld Place.

"Young man, your face is so bad, you'd better go see a doctor." A kind-hearted old woman looked at Felix with concern.

"Thank you, I'm fine." Felix murmured.

"Oh, your face is whiter than my hair," the old woman said, looking at him seriously, "to be honest, I'm only dying with this abnormal grayish white...Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean it. "

"It's okay, ma'am," Felix said patiently. "I just stay up too much late and just get a good night's sleep.

Persuading the enthusiastic old man away, Felix walked towards the open space between No. 11 and No. 13, his mind was dizzy, but he still felt that the man was familiar. I seem to have given her a spell-casting card?

He shook his head, not letting himself fall asleep. He had refilled the energy of the converter in Hermione's body, at the cost of a part of the hourglass he had taken from the Ministry of Magic was broken into scum.

And he himself, almost can't even use a magic. With the remaining reason, he could also guess that the Auror was looking for him in London, and Diagon Alley was not even allowed to go, so he chose to come here all the way by Muggle means.

Felix squeezed into a thin wall of air very hard, and his figure disappeared in the real world.

"Isn't the defensive magic changed? It's great, Sirius." Felix said softly, and in the next second, Grimmauld Place 13 appeared in front of him.

"boom!"

An ugly, old house-elf suddenly appeared at the door, and Kreacher said in a hoarse voice: "Welcome to the master’s friend, powerful Mr. Felix Haip, the master is not at home..."

"I know," Felix said, "I just want to borrow his fireplace."

Kreacher bowed deeply. "The master said that I will try my best to satisfy your request, and," his voice became emotional, "I saw the biography of Master Regulus. It was very well written... The young master’s reputation has not been tarnished..."

"You like it."

...

Felix returned to his office smoothly, and a dark figure rushed up. He subconsciously dodged, but did not hide, Warren clutched his clothes tightly.

"Haw!"

It looked at him dissatisfied.

"Oh, Warren, let me take a breath..." Felix clutched his chest Warren jumped out of his arms, with one hand on his hips, and the other pointing at Felix, constantly screaming at him.

"Worries you," Felix grinned, "but I still need your help. Call Severus and be careful not to be too conspicuous."

Warren looked at him suspiciously.

"Go ahead."

after awhile

"What did you do?" Snape looked at him with disgust.

"Being a thief, he was found chased by his master and finally escaped." Felix slumped on the sofa and said lazily. He was dressed in weird clothes. He was wearing pajamas but on his head. A top hat.

Snape looked at him strangely, unable to speak for a moment. It took him a long time to ridicule slowly: "Then I have to listen carefully to make you so embarrassed. I really can't guess who the owner is."

"A wealthy man," Felix changed the subject lightly, "Severus, do you have the potion that stimulates your potential?"