Chapter 488： Unpredictable

In the makeshift tent, Ron sat on a chair with his feet in his arms and let out a long sigh of relief, "It's been a long night."

"Yes." Hermione said absently.

"Do you have anything to eat?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked back at him.

"Hermione, I didn't eat much for dinner." Ron said aggrievedly. "If you don't eat any more, I will starve to death before Madam Pomfrey comes."

"Eat, eat, eat, you know to eat."

Hermione turned out the beaded pouch angrily, took out some snacks from it and threw it to Ron. After all this, she realized that she had just lost her temper inexplicably.

"Don't worry, Hermione, the professor is dead and resurrected, and nothing will happen now," Ron understood her thoughts, and after a few words of comfort, he looked at the bag in his hand and asked, "What is this? ?"

"Potato chips and chocolate." Hermione said.

"Why I've never seen it before..." Ron muttered softly. He tore open the bag, took a slice of potato chips and looked at it for a long time, and sent it to his mouth, then his eyes lit up.

"It's a Muggle snack." Hermione explained.

"It tastes really good," Ron sighed contentedly. "You ate this when you were a kid? I'll try chocolate again... Hey, it's not bad, but I think the chocolate frog tastes better."

After a while, he finished eating.

"Anything else, Hermione?" Ron couldn't help asking.

Hermione flipped through it carefully. "The rest are compressed biscuits. They don't taste much."

"It's ok!"

For the next period of time, only the sound of Ron eating in the tent.

"Crack, click."

"How long do you think the professor will stay in this state?" Hermione asked worriedly, and Felix at the moment was like a shiny statue.

"Um... I don't know, Dumbledore will be here in a while, you can ask him... Kaka Kaka..."

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent.

"Someone is coming," Hermione said.

"Great." Ron said.

"I'll go and see." Hermione was worried, and stood up and walked towards the curtains of the tent.

...

Not knowing how long it took, Felix opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings slowly.

There was no one in the tent.

He barely suppressed the boiling magic in his body so that they would not be too active.

He has just gone through... no, until now he is still undergoing all kinds of magical changes. The first is magic, like boiling water. The state has become extremely unstable, far beyond the magic riots he has experienced. Even now, the magic power is like a gurgling stream, constantly flowing; next is the body, the magic power surging in every corner of the body, and promotes the abnormal changes in his flesh, skin, and bones.

This change seems to have touched the essence of life and the essence of magic. Felix believes that his body itself is a huge treasure, waiting for him to dig.

Until this time, his heart was completely let go.

Felix thought calmly, even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was still a bit weak in the battle with Voldemort. In fact, the two should be evenly matched, but Voldemort’s killing curse was surprisingly powerful. Every time he faced the green light of the spell. It all made him feel creepy.

Must not be hit, this is what the survival instinct told him. But at that time he had to do it, there was no other choice. The phantom created by the magic puppet and the Mind House cannot fool a wizard as capable as Voldemort.

He must really die once.

Unless he wants to see other people die...

"Everyone has the right to choose. I made a choice, Ms. Jane, goodbye." Felix said softly.

There was a low noise from outside the tent. He also heard the messy footsteps of hundreds of people, but Felix completely ignored the meaning. He was attracted by all his changes. He raised his left hand, Every trace is flowing with crystal clear light.

Under his gaze, the book of magic text appeared out of thin air, turning the pages "crashing", and magic phantoms appeared one after another, Felix felt a movement in his heart, he had a feeling that as long as he wanted to, there would be countless in his body. The magic text of, without him actively condensing, can form ancient magic in an instant.

"It turns out that the book of magic text should be used with the transformed body." Felix thought, looking for opportunities to try later. He put the book of magic text into the palm of his left hand and melted it into his body, and the trouble that the book of magic text had nowhere to be placed before was unexpectedly solved.

At this time, the outside voice grew louder and louder. He heard Hermione's sharp voice, Harry's annoyed yells, Dumbledore's steady retort, and Fudge's frustrated yelling, accompanied by an uneasy commotion, everything It looks messy.

"Fudge..."

Felix’s eyes flickered. He expected this scene. Sooner or later, it would happen either today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. As long as Fudge does not recognize the existence of Voldemort, he will definitely find trouble with Dumbledore and himself, in order to avoid this. As the days went on, Felix made some preparations in advance.

"Dobby," he said softly.

A loud popping sound was confined in a small space, and the sound echoed in the temporary tent, unable to spread out. Felix retracted his hand and calmly looked at the house elf that suddenly appeared.

Dobby was still dressed, but he had a big pocket on his back.

"So, Voldemort and the Death Eaters have both left?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Haipu! You guessed it!" Dobby shivered when he heard the name, then his big eyes gleamed, and he couldn't stop looking at him in admiration." I didn't expect Dobby to be able to participate in such a great event. Dobby and Dobby are really honored."

"But, but..." He glanced at Felix carefully and opened his back pocket. "Some of them are unfortunately damaged."

"It's not your fault, I had prepared for this a long time ago." Felix said.

In the bag are some small hand-held cameras and their fragments. Well, Muggle products, without any trace of magic. Future World Corporation purchased a batch for research purposes, because of the large quantity and also received a discount.

While Harry was under the Drilling Heart Charm, Felix arranged some far away around the cemetery. Because of the huge damage to the environment caused by the battle of the cemetery, the loss is quite understandable.

"Dobby has collected all the pieces that he can find, and maybe it can be repaired." Dobby said with a chest out.

"...You did a great job, Dobby." Felix glanced at the thoroughly broken tape in the bag. He didn't know if he could fix it with magic.

He leaned over to pick up a complete camera, fiddled with a few buttons, and looked down. The quality of the picture was quite bad, but he was still satisfied. "Voldemort's bald head is quite conspicuous... Dobby, hide them. , Don’t tell anyone."

"Yes, Mr. Haipu!" Dobby said beamingly, happy that he had gained Felix's trust, and put his big pocket back on his back. "Sir, if Mr. Lupin or Mr. Harry Potter ask."

"They don't know about it." Felix said blankly.

"Oh... okay." Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared from the tent.

Felix stared deeply at the place where Dobby disappeared.

He should call Dumbledore. This is more secure, but he ultimately rejected this approach. It wasn't personal affair that he and Dumbledore had always got along well, but he wanted to reduce the variables as much as possible and put the rhythm of things under his control. So he would rather use Dobby than reveal it to Dumbledore.

"People's hearts are unpredictable..." he murmured.

Felix had three purposes for such a devastating effort, to complete the time loop, solve Hermione's time backlash, and bring back the three of Harry. As for other things, they are not within his consideration.

For a long time, the tacit understanding between him and Dumbledore stemmed from their shared interest in destroying Voldemort. But this time, Felix's "interests" changed and became very small. Voldemort was dispensable in his eyes, but he was not sure what judgment Dumbledore would make.

A worry was born naturally:

Are his three goals more important, or is it more important to find opportunities to destroy Voldemort's body and eliminate a war in advance?

Those that are out of control must be excluded from the plan. This is Felix's real thoughts when laying out.

"Then next, go out and face Fudge." Felix said to himself, he guessed that Fudge would concoct some specious evidence to divert the public's attention and put the focus of his attention on him. There is no way, his suspicion is indeed true. Very big.

Fudge probably connected the "trespassing to the Ministry of Magic" with what happened tonight.

When Fudge takes him away in the name of cooperating with the investigation, Felix will definitely cooperate with him. If Fudge can still think of using Azkaban's dementors to get rid of the threat, Felix will definitely applaud.

When the decisive evidence came out, Fudge was doomed.

In fact, Felix may come back with evidence now, but he still feels that it is not safe. The public's perception of Fudge has always been "weak" and "banal." The impression of "Da Prison" is much worse than that of the former and tolerable, while the latter makes people angry.

And anger will cause Fudge to step down, whether he wants it or not.

Felix waved his hand to cancel the sound magic in the tent. The hustle and noise outside came in. He happened to hear Fudge's crazy roar.

"Are you going to fight the Ministry of Magic?"

Felix's expression was startled, and his hand on the curtain retracted.

a few minutes ago

Fudge walked up and down in the clearing with his big belly. Less than a hundred feet away from him, two makeshift tents were erected, one was used as a makeshift hospital; the other, there was the goal of his trip, but was blocked.

He stared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were guarding the door, feeling very irritable.

He had a strong impulse to order the Auror to rush in and bring the people out, but he was a little afraid. Dumbledore was not far away... Besides, even if he succeeded, he took the people away with great fanfare, and the result of the investigation. It shows that he caught the wrong person, how can he explain it to the public?

The saliva of the people would drown him.

"Follow them!" Fudge turned his head aside and looked at Dumbledore. "They are openly fighting the Ministry of Magic. I said before. I just asked Felix Hopper to cooperate in the investigation. It's not a conviction, it's just a kind of Precaution."

"Connelly," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I didn't refuse your request, just as Miss Granger said, it takes you to wait for a while before Felix has experienced a severe battle. He needs time to deal with the injury."

"I've been waiting outside for an hour, an hour! I made a concession...when do you want me to wait?" Fudge exclaimed, "Will I still abuse him? I will definitely ask the St. Mungo's therapist. "

"Professor is the best therapist," said Hermione, shivering in the night, her voice shrieked: "Besides, are you really sure that St. Mungo's therapist can handle the injuries left by Voldemort and Voldemort?" She said the name with difficulty, and there was an inhalation around her.

Fudge glared at Hermione and snarled, "Don't mention that name! I'm not sure about the mysterious person yet."

"Mr. Minister," Harry pointed to his clothes, "I can assure you that Voldemort is really back."

"You may be under the confusing curse. For a while, Old Crouch still said that his son is innocent." Fudge said impatiently. "You don't know anything."

"You can have someone check it," Harry said sincerely. "I've been hit by a few drill spells, should I leave traces?"

"A standard lie," Fudge waved his hand. "Students can't bear the pain of the piercing curse, let alone several!"

"You fool!" Professor McGonagall yelled, "I can feel stormy when I read the news in the newspaper! Think of Crouch, think of the hands and feet of the Goblet of Fire, think of everything Harry said! "

Fudge's face rose to purple-red, "That's all accidents! Minerva, my intelligence tells me, that kid," he pointed at Harry, "I often have nightmares, my God, he can still talk to snakes! Now I say that I have withstood the piercing curse."

"Uh, Mr. Minister," Ron raised his hand. "Although I don't want to interrupt you, I actually have a heartbreaking curse. It's really hard. I want to die right away." He grinned and said with a smile: "But I Now it seems to be quite conscious..."

There was a loud sob from the crowd.

"Oh, poor little Ronnie! Poor Harry! What the **** did you endure?" Mrs. Weasley said in tears, and Bill and Mr. Weasley held her from side to side.

Fudge still stared at them stubbornly. He looked at Hermione, "You wouldn't say you've been under the Heartbreaking Curse?"

"I didn't," Hermione said calmly. "The one who hurt me was Yaxley, a guard from the Ministry of Magic who was ordered to protect us. That's why I refused you to enter. What if you still have Voldemort's undercover agent? manage?"

"Absurd! Absurd!" Fudge said loudly, panting, "I'll say it again, the truth hasn't been found out. You can't tell your conjectures as facts." He looked at Dumbledore and said in an imploring tone. Lido, you think about it for me, I have to do something."

"Fudge, Fudge," Dumbledore said sternly, "Your biggest problem is that you have done too little before, and now you want to do too much, and go further and further on the wrong path. What you need most now is Calm down and pull out the Aurors. I assure you that you will get the whole truth early tomorrow morning."

Fudge was pale and looked at Dumbledore with trepidation. "Tomorrow...? Whose truth is it? The truth you want?" As soon as he said the words, he regretted it.

His words stabbed the hornet's nest. Professor McGonagall yelled at him. The rough voices of Hagrid and Moody echoed in the night sky. The students stared. What did they hear? Fudge was slandering their principal?

Fudge's body trembled cringly, "Dumbledore, you have also seen the testimony of three students and a gentleman with a good reputation, which one should I believe? Besides, Yaxley is dead..." There was a cloud of darkness in my heart.

Yes, Yaxley is dead, who is the power behind him? Could it be...impossible!

At this time, a large number of footsteps approached from a distance, and the crowd let out a gap, and it was the Auror who had rushed over for reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic.

"Minister, all the Aurors and hitters in the department are here, but..." Dawlish said with a careful look around.

"Very good," Fudge said. "Very good!" He said aloud again, as if adding countless courage.

He stared into the air, without looking into Dumbledore's eyes, and gave orders to the Auror: "Arrest Felix Hoop, there is a block... as obstructing law enforcement, take it away."

"Listen to me, Fudge! Think about what you are doing!" Dumbledore stepped forward, exuding indescribable power.

Fudge couldn't help taking a step back, but he still stubbornly refused to look at him, "You should also think about what you are doing, Dumbledore!" He choked back, waving his hand, the crushing Auror and the batters. Raise the wand and move forward step by step.

"Sorry, you can't let you take the professor away like this." Hermione tremblingly raised her wand.

"Mr. Minister, I used to respect you very much. I didn't expect it." Harry shook his head and took a step forward. Ron stood beside him.

Fudge finally lost his mind, he roared loudly: "Are you going to fight the Ministry of Magic?"

"It depends on how you define fighting against the Ministry of Magic and against tyranny." A voice said quietly among the crowd. Fred and George stood up, drew their wands and pointed them at Fudge.

Fudge's eyes widened.

Then another student stood up.

"My grandma said, insist on doing what is right. What you did is wrong." Neville said tremblingly, while raising his wand. His words drew the approval of the Gryffindor students.

"Mr. Minister, we hope you will consider it carefully." Cedric said, as he stood in front of Harry with Collins and Roger. Some students from the other three academies came out under the leadership of the three warriors. They stood in front of Harry and the others, pointing their wands at Fudge and the Aurors.

"Let's pass too." Draco Malfoy's eyes flickered, and he said to his two attendants as he watched the crowd that kept gathering.

The members of the Mowen Club came out;

Some students who had taken a duel class came out;

Some students who took the ancient magic text course also came out;

And on more occasions students who have accepted Felix's casual advice came out;

A red spark spattered from the tip of the stick, which was brighter than the starry sky at night.

When only one or two people stood up, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic could move forward calmly; when the number of people pointing at them reached one-third, they stopped; when more people were tragic The solemn atmosphere was contagious. Under the leadership of their companions, they raised their wands silently and looked at them with angry eyes. When this number exceeded half, the Aurors just wanted to flee here immediately.

"You, you"

Fudge stared blankly at the wand pointed at him from all directions, because the courage gathered by the Auror was punctured like a soap bubble in the sun. He was dizzy and there was only one thought in his mind.

He is done.