Chapter 487： Death testimony

"Professor, how are you"

"I'm fine." Felix got up from the ground, and Harry quickly found him a chair to sit down, and he closed his eyes and gasped slightly. The three people looked at Felix worriedly. The professor seemed to have recovered from the terrible state before, but his recovery was not complete. His face, neck, hands... From time to time, his face, neck, hands... would be transformed into dense magic texts, and then In the next second, it becomes a complete skin again, repeating this process continuously.

"I'm not quite familiar with this state. To avoid frightening people, I won't go out first... You go to Principal Dumbledore and tell him what happened."

Felix opened his eyes, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were startled, the professor's light blue pupils were replaced by countless magic texts, and the eye sockets were like two shrunken magic balls. When he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, and his body began to flicker again.

The three looked at each other.

"Obviously, the professor needs time to master the new power, and someone must stay here during this time." Hermione said.

"I'll go, you and Ron will stay here," Harry decided after a short pause. "You are all injured."

"It sounds like you are not the one who has been hit by several heart-threatening curses." Ron grinned.

Harry smiled back. "At least my legs are fine, and" he hesitated for a while, and said uncertainly: "In fact, afterwards, I felt that Voldemort's spell had not affected me so much, as if... as if my body was in Gradually adapt to the damage caused by the Heart Drill..."

Ron and Hermione stared at him suspiciously.

Ron said uneasily, "Harry, you'd better look at Madam Pomfrey. I heard that suffering from the Heart Drilling Charm multiple times will cause serious side effects."

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Harry stared, and Ron moved his gaze away from him, muttering softly, "At least it's not a bad thing to make sure."

"Maybe it's the protective magic in Harry's blood," Hermione said cautiously. "Let's stop guessing. To be honest, Principal Dumbledore is not here. I'm panicking." She was careful. He glanced at Felix and put his hands in his pockets, where he placed the ring he gave him.

The professor's previous excuse was that there were some contraband in the ring. In order to guard against the Ministry of Magic's inspection, he temporarily gave it to her for safekeeping. She didn't think much about it, but now that she got rid of the danger, she began to wonder, if it was just a general investigation, would it be necessary to achieve this level?

Harry nodded and walked towards the door. When he was about to lift the curtains of the tent, Hermione stopped him.

"Wait, Harry"

Harry turned around and saw Hermione looking at him seriously.

"Do you know what to say?"

"Know what" Harry didn't understand her meaning for a moment.

"Time converter," Hermione reminded him.

Harry suddenly realized that, yes, Hermione went back to the past and revised the history... No, according to the information he recently reviewed, there are only two results of using the time converter:

Either the failed user will suffer backlash, and it will threaten the ‘time’ from the past to the present;

Either everything that a successful user does during time travel will become part of history, a complement to history. It's like "destined", but Hermione explained to him that the so-called destiny is actually because the user succeeds. Once it fails, it will cause extremely serious consequences like Alois Mintarb.

What should he say? Harry thought about it seriously, and soon found a way. It's actually very simple, just omit the process of Hermione using the converter. As for how the professor managed to "resurrect from the dead", he didn't know. Maybe it's a special magic, I shouldn't have known it, right?

Harry suddenly remembered a detail. Little Crouch obviously recognized the time converter and wanted to dig through the secret...so the professor chose to kill him in the first place? Harry felt a little repulsive to the killing, but immediately blamed his weakness. This was war. He warned himself, not to mention that Little Crouch had done so many bad things. The deeds of the Death Eaters and Aurors that Professor Moody told the students to read aloud in class are vividly vivid...

He had never realized that the war was so close to him before. Harry suddenly became sentimental, knowing that he would have to wait another month for his fifteenth birthday.

The night sky was dazzling with stars. To his left was the pitch-black towering labyrinth castle, standing silently in the dark, and to the right was the arc-shaped tall stand. He squinted his eyes, and there were figures walking everywhere on the ground.

He saw two burly big men, several laps larger than the others, as if they had cast a swelling curse. They must be Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim. Not far from them, Harry saw a lanky silhouette with a translucent silver beard floating in the cool night breeze... It was Dumbledore, Harry's heart Quickly calm down, he dragged his tired feet, moving over step by step.

"I searched the surrounding forbidden forest and found no clues!" Hagrid waved his arms very irritably, "I asked the Thomas to find it, and there is no news yet..."

"You heard, Connelly, the details are still unknown... I'm afraid we can only wait with peace of mind." Dumbledore said calmly.

"How can you make me feel at ease, Dumbledore?" Fudge exclaimed. "The three warriors who had just won the championship disappeared collectively. They are still alive and dead...what will the reporters say tomorrow?"

"Connelly, it doesn't matter how the reporter writes, what matters is the meaning behind this incident."

"What's the point?" Fudge asked immediately.

"Isn't that obvious enough!" an angry voice yelled into Fudge's ear. Fudge was taken aback. He turned around. Mad-eyed Moody did not know when he was standing next to him, his heavy body leaning on the cane, and the magic eye staring straight at him.

"Sorry, I can't tell." Fudge said coldly, and glanced at the Aurors behind him dissatisfiedly. They were obviously negligent.

"Think about why I was treated as a puppet? Who threw the names of Harry Potter and his two friends into the Goblet of Fire?" Moody said gruffly, knocking on the cane It touched the ground with a loud impact.

"You mean Barty Crouch Jr.?" Fudge frowned. "But he has escaped. During this time, one-third of the Aurors followed him everywhere except tonight..."

"So you thought it was over? Little Crouch and the forces behind him tried so easily to take Harry out of the school, so they gave up so easily? Can't you be wary of what happened today?"

Moody spit on the ground fiercely, and Fudge flushed.

"Alastor makes sense, Connelly, you can't ignore the approaching danger. I can almost conclude that we are in a huge conspiracy." Dumbledore said softly.

"Conspiracy?" Fudge repeated the word. Harry was standing behind the crowd. The moon was not bright tonight. Fudge's face was shrouded in large shadows, which made him look far less than the second-year summer when Harry was there. It was as amiable as they saw in the Broken Cauldron Bar even though they were discussing Harry's illegal inflating of Auntie.

"I know what you are going to say, and it's an old saying again... I told you at the dinner that I have sent an elite team, and everything is subject to their investigation results." Fudge said impatiently, "if If you have to talk about conspiracy, I want to ask, where did that Felix Hap go? You keep talking about it, Dumbledore..."

"I think," Dumbledore said calmly, "Felix may have a special feeling for the whereabouts of Potter, Weasley and Granger. He is very good at making all kinds of gadgets, often at critical moments. It can play a huge role... For example, the amulet he gave me at Christmas has helped me a lot."

"I don't have time to listen to your ramblings"

"I'm just giving an example," Dumbledore said gently. "On the contrary, I am also curious that there seems to be one less guard coming out of the labyrinth castle? Where did he go?"

Fudge turned to look at the two Aurors behind him. One of them nodded at him and said softly, "Yaxley is gone."

"It doesn't explain much," Fudge said immediately. "Maybe he found something unusual...and added him to the search list." He said to the Auror. The Auror nodded and turned to leave.

"The Yaxley you're looking for is a Death Eater!" Harry couldn't help it anymore, he shouted from behind.

The person standing in front was taken aback. One of Boothbatten’s warriors closest to Harry, Jacqueline jumped in shock. She followed Mrs. Maxim to watch the show, and her eyes widened at the moment. , Looked back at Harry, who was dark and dusty.

There was a commotion among the onlookers. "Harry is back!" a voice yelled, "He is back alive!" The news spread at a jaw-dropping speed, as people kept approaching and footsteps rushed towards him from all directions.

People raised their wands, trying to see more clearly. The dense spots of light made Harry dizzy. Inhales and screams continued one after another. He heard Mrs. Weasley’s unique voice and the sea among many voices. Grid roared excitedly.

Then, a pair of powerful arms grabbed him, and Harry tried to keep his eyes wide open. It was Dumbledore.

"Are you all back?" he asked quickly.

"Yes." Harry said, seeing Sirius and Lupin trying to squeeze in from the corner of his light.

"So, Felix succeeded?" He continued to confirm in a low voice.

"What is it?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in amazement. He blinked mischievously, silently comparing his lips: time converter.

Harry was so shocked that he couldn't speak. But Dumbledore seemed to read the answer from his expression, his voice regained his calmness and composure, and he asked in a normal volume: "Have you seen Voldemort?" The people around were taken aback by this question. They At the same time, he stopped squeezing forward and looked at Dumbledore and Harry intently.

Harry found Fudge's eyes stared as big as a cow.

"Yes! Principal Dumbledore, we met Voldemort, he was resurrected a few months ago! He planned the conspiracy tonight, and" Harry suddenly remembered something, "Yaxley! He changed the destination of the door key trophy!"

The rushing people commotion uncomfortably again, spreading to a larger area, and hundreds of people around took a breath at the same time.

"Are you sure?" Fudge rushed over like a bull, clutching Harry by the collar, and spitting wildly. "Are you sure? Where is Haip? Where is Felix Haip? What did he do?"

"He saved us!" Harry exclaimed angrily.

"Everyone is alive, too?" Fudge asked with rough air from his nostrils.

Harry suddenly didn't want to answer Fudge's question, but he saw the Weasleys and Grangers in the crowd, their eyes gleaming with fear and hope. So he said loudly, "Yes! Ron and Hermione are alive, they are all fine! Except for the Death Eater, I don't know if he died in the aftermath of the battle."

Mrs. Granger screamed, and then fainted. Mrs. Weasley was a little better, but sobbed loudly, while their relatives calmed down quietly.

"Please come here, Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He grabbed Harry's shoulder and Fudge's hand loosened like an electric shock. "There are some people here who need treatment. Minerva, help me take care of Grid. Ranjies."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

At this moment Hagrid squeezed in, and Sirius and Lupin followed him, following the huge gap Hagrid had walked, and came to Harry.

"You got hurt? Harry, you got hurt?" Sirius wanted to see something out of Harry, but Harry was so dirty that he seemed to have been rolling in the dirt for half an hour. He can't see anything.

"It's okay," Harry whispered, "just a few mind-blowing spells..."

"Hey! That's a heart-wrenching curse!" Sirius yelled. "Why didn't you say it earlier!" He glared at Harry and lost his temper, but Harry felt warm in his heart, and then Sirius tried to pick him up.

"I'll do it," Hagrid said gruffly, and he held Harry in his arms like a baby.

"No, wait," Harry struggled desperately in Hagrid's arms. "Principal Dumbledore, Professor Hayp and Ron and Hermione are still in the makeshift tent, Professor Hayp...he, uh...he is Deal with the injury and don’t want to be disturbed by others..."

"I see Dumbledore said, "I will set up another makeshift tent next to it. "

Hagrid, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore and the others walked in the direction of the makeshift tent. The crowd followed silently. They all wanted to get a certain result... Fudge stayed in place, his expression hesitant.

At this time, the Auror who had just left came back and whispered to Fudge. Fudge's eyes widened in surprise, and his mouth opened and closed several times.

"Wait, Dumbledore!" he shouted.

"Fudge," Dumbledore showed impatience for the first time tonight. "You also see their condition. They need to be treated, not questioned by the Ministry of Magic. If you want to get the truth of the matter, you might as well stay tonight. Come down, we will listen together tomorrow morning"

"No, Dumbledore, you better listen to this." Fudge's expression looked confused and relaxed, and he pointed to the Auror. "Repeat the news you got."

The Auror was watched by everyone and stammered: "Just got the news, Yaxley found him, he, he was dead but before he died, he told us...he said, everything is Felic. He is the culprit of the conspiracy of Hayp!"