Chapter 603： news spread

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Felix disappeared for two full weeks at the start of the holiday.

He only communicates with the outside world through owls or sound transmission mirrors, and each reply is also very brief, and usually attaches the words "concentrate on research, do not disturb if it is important" at the end of the letter, which makes his social activities It was reduced by 90% all of a sudden, and all kinds of smart people who smelled the clues also shut up, including those who waved Gringotts gold tickets and wanted to invest in the 'Future World' company. . .

That's not to say that Felix stayed out all day, huddled in classroom 7 with some hairless guy.

He has always believed that a good mood helps improve work efficiency.

So during these hours, he went to the Grand Canyon to see the Red River, went to the seabed to see corals, and of course, he might suddenly appear at the door of a friend's house. The number of wizards is not much, but it is not a lot. Take the United Kingdom as an example. There are more than 20,000 wizards living in a population of nearly 60 million. The total population of wizards is about 2 million. There may be errors in the number. But the size doesn't change.

It's just that it's relatively rare when it's scattered all over the world.

There are also some famous attractions in the wizarding world, such as female ghost forests, ghost towns, vampire communities and other unique magical places. They are like black markets in different countries, with bizarre rules. If you want to have a good afternoon, it must be followed.

For example, the requirement of a vampire community that is open to the outside world is to 'smile without showing your teeth'. It is difficult for a wizard family who comes to play to find out whether the vendor who claims to sell you authentic 'vampire food' is a real vampire. Felix is ​​serious Suspected by ordinary wizards in disguise.

"Blood rose, every sip is mellow!" A pale, pimple-covered wizard shouted vigorously, his eyes lit up when he saw Felix, "Sir, your eyes are so good-anyone No lady would refuse—er—”

He lowered his head, looked at Warren in a lady's hat, and coughed violently.

"Ask a question," Felix said, twitching a golden galleon at his fingertips. "Do vampires get pimples?"

"We're grown up!" the hawker called Qu: "You can't discriminate against us, although our physique is a bit special, but—"

Felix pointed to his flat teeth that were exposed from excitement, and the hawker hurriedly covered his mouth.

"50% off all merchandise, plus a ticket to the Vampire Duke's Castle," the hawker looked around, put his head close and said in a low voice, "It is said that this activity is popular among Muggles."

"……make a deal."

Two minutes later, Felix and Valen each put on a pair of vampire masks, neither of them had the courage to try the blood roses that were said to be 'pure', but they were pretty nice to have on their heads as decorations.

They also wear a silver cross on their chests with a suffering fang-toothed vampire tied to it - some famous guy who is said to have invented a substitute for human blood - also recommended by the peddler The product.

"It matches your mask perfectly!"

In comparison, Voldemort's life seemed unhappy—if he was conscious enough. In addition to repeating nightmares every day, cooperating with various emotional tests, and occasionally receiving a sniffing onlooker...

It is a pity that Voldemort's will is far stronger than expected, and the current research progress is quite slow, and the harvest is very small. Felix had to be careful not to let him die - Dumbledore had gone to a meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards and Felix had to make sure Voldemort was intact before he returned.

So those 'destructive tests' don't work.

In a recent letter, Felix urged Dumbledore to return as soon as possible.

He brought it up again, hoping to fill Voldemort's mind with a great deal of remorse. But this is actually a risk, because they are faced with a problem that has not been solved: how to ensure that after the soul fragment is separated from Harry, it will not hurt him?

After all, there are only the last two intact Horcruxes left in their hands - Hufflepuff's gold cup and Slytherin's locket, which means that even if they find an idea, there are only two chances of trial and error.

...

During the period when Felix was isolated from the outside world, the others were not idle either.

The Aurors and strikers were scattered by Ms. Burns to carry out a large-scale 'anti-black' operation. Due to the shortage of manpower, members of the Order of the Phoenix also joined them. They belonged to the experienced temporary external personnel, with both combat strength and experience. It's a lot higher than the new recruits that the Ministry of Magic has recruited in the past two years.

In addition to Death Eaters, spies attached to Voldemort, dark wizards, and some forgotten people were also affected in this operation.

The north of England is a towering terrain.

There was a slight noise from outside the cave, and the skinny wizard pricked up his ears and did not dare to move. On the wool felt, his eyes were dull—

"Boom!" The stone at the entrance of the cave was blasted, and a dazzling beam of sunlight fell on him.

"Igor Karkaroff!?" A wicked voice said, Karkaroff shuddered, his hands desperately in front of him, the long life of isolation and isolation had exhausted his courage, he She shivered and said, "Don't, don't kill me!"

There was a hoarse laugh outside.

After a few seconds, Karkaroff opened his eyes. He had been hiding in the dark lair for too long, and he was nocturnal, not very suitable for the bright light. But he still sensed something was wrong with his remaining reason-if it was his former dangerous and evil companions, he would drag him out of the cave like a dog, or give him an unforgettable one. Cruciatus.

There are many people outside the cave.

Karkaroff turned against the light and saw a hideous, scarred face, those iconic eyes he would never forget in his life. "Mad-Eye?" Karkaroff was mixed with joy and sorrow. After more than ten years, he fell into the hands of this old Auror again.

Moody didn't talk nonsense with him, grabbed him by the collar and roughly pulled him out.

"Come and see, what I found!" Moody said, half in disgust and half in amazement: "You never imagined—" Seven or eight people gathered around and whispered to each other. "The former principal of Durmstrang?" "He didn't even die?" "This smell... how long has he been hiding?" "It's been nearly a year, and the Dark Lord has quickly fallen, but he has been spared. ."

Karkaroff grabbed the last person to speak and shouted with bulging eyes: "What did you say? The Dark Lord - the Dark Lord is down? He, he died?"

Frank Longbottom snapped Karkaroff's hands open finger by finger.

"Rejoice, even a despicable villain like you can share this joy." He said calmly: "I heard that you once abandoned your students and ran away alone? Give you a piece of advice, never go back... …”

Karkaroff didn't catch the words behind him. He staggered out a few steps, stared at his trembling, skeleton-like hands, and murmured, "Dead, he's dead?" He suddenly howled, "Voldemort. Dead! Voldemort! Ha! He's dead! Voldemort! That bastard! Bastard! You made me so miserable—woohoo."

"He's not crazy, is he?"

"Who cares?" Moody spat on the ground. "There are still six places suspected to be entrenched in the dark wizard, and try to clean up today. Remember-"

"Stay vigilant at all times," said the young voice.

Moody's fake eyes stared at the interjecting rookie female Auror, and said with a penetrating smile: "You're a quick learner, Collins, and hopefully more than just talking." Collins Foley shrank his neck and stopped talking. , Professor Moody is still so scary. Frank Longbottom gave her a friendly smile.

That evening, a grand celebration was held inside the Ministry of Magic.

The news of Voldemort's fall also spread in private. That night, the owls flew into thousands of wizarding families with this heavy news. The expedited mail takes off as dusk approaches, and they fill the skies over Britain as part of the festive celebrations over the next few days.

Outside the village of Autry St Catchpole, Devon, the Diggory family are having dinner.

The soulful female voices on the magic radio sang overtones, and Mr. Diggory picked up the conversation near the end, full of food and drink.

"Your girlfriend, Qiu, her parents also work in the ministry. I mean--if you're not interested in dealing with magical beasts, you can try over there and see what's going on--"

"Oh, Dad, we've talked about this many times," mumbled Cedric.

"But things have changed, Mysterio is dead, Seid, I want you to realize this: the Ministry is no longer a dragon pond, don't worry about being attacked at any time, look! It's a place for good boys again. …”

Mrs. Diggory gave her husband a sideways glance. Mr. Diggory shrugged. "Okay, let's change the subject--let's talk about that yearbook, what do they call you, Golem... is that some kind of nickname?"

"This is the name I've chosen for my future work." Cedric protested slightly dissatisfied.

"It's funny, Sed, you uncovered the Diggory family's latent quality, sense of humour..." Mr. Diggory couldn't go on, because Mrs. Diggory was crushing his toes, "h-- Do you need me to accompany you?"

"I made an appointment with Qiu," Cedric whispered.

"Well, that's ridiculous—well, I mean that's good...at least I don't have to worry about the Diggory family being dead," said Mr. Diggory, pointing to the radio, "I don't know how much these days. People from the pure blood family were called to question them, they were not prosperous in the first place, and now..."

"Next is news time. Celebrations are held all over the country. On behalf of the Ministry of Magic staff, this column reminds everyone, please do a good job of confidentiality. Leave quickly before the abnormality, the staff will be very grateful, otherwise you may receive a fine of 30 Galleons..."

The same voice echoed in the Burrow not far from here.

"Are there really a lot of people getting into trouble?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, the work of the Ministry of Magic has been multiplied tenfold," said Mr. Weasley tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Snacks were thrown all over the place, there were a few Muggles in Cornwall who were camping out in the wild, and accidentally picked up half a box of sherbet drink that made people float... In short, everyone was busy enough."

"Good news," Mrs Weasley said sternly. "Your dad's been working overtime these days."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"We've opened a new store in Diagon Alley," whispered Fred, and Mrs Weasley stared at the brothers for a moment with her hands on her hips, before reluctantly saying, "Well, if you have to... Can't we wait for the results to be released before deciding?" She added desperately.

Fred and George shrugged.

"Mom, time waits for no one, the audience of Hogsmeade is still too small, and there is still a lot of potential for our Dark Lord series products to be tapped!"

"Yeah, we're going to create a 'Festival of Remembrance' to soothe souls hurt in battle with some laugh-out-loud products." George's voice grew lower and lower as Mrs Weasley's face darkened rapidly Come down, but he still whispered the most important sentence, "So we're going to move out and live for a while."

"boom!"

A big pot of bacon hit the table.

The children at the table all leaned back, and Mr. Weasley put on his glasses and said softly, "Molly, the children have grown up and have their own lives."

"I know, I'm just—" Mrs. Weasley burst into tears, and Mr. Weasley jumped up and hugged her, only to get even more excited, "the family is getting smaller every year... Bill and Charlie I was sad when I left, Percy hasn't always been back lately, and now even Fred and George are leaving..."

Fred and George, whose names were called, fidgeted in their chairs, as if they were sitting on a thorny cushion with a lame Shapeshifting spell.

Fred hurriedly explained, "Mom, we're still here, but we've been busy lately..." He winked desperately at Ron and Ginny, but the two were fighting against each other, staring at the brothers!

He decisively drew the blame, "If you think there are few people—Mom, there's something better to let you know, Ginny is talking about a boyfriend—"

"Ah—" Ginny screamed.

"—Harry." George finally found a chance to complete his words.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stayed in place like wood, and turned their heads stiffly for a moment to look at Fred and George, "If it's a joke, your prank, I swear—" Wes Mrs. Lay stammered.

"Absolutely not," Fred said solemnly.

So everyone's eyes turned to Ginny, her face immediately flushed the color of her hair, she screamed and ran away quickly.

The room was silent except for the radio by the kitchen sink, dutifully reporting the news.

"—The Ministry of Magic has not disclosed more information yet At present, only Albus Dumbledore and Felix Hepp are suspected to be related to the sudden downfall of Mysterious Man. Many people speculate that the two The strongest people in the world handed a fatal blow to the mysterious man. But the portrait of Mr. Hype hanging in St. Mungo's denied this, and he admitted that he only did some auxiliary work..."

"Harry was involved," said Ron, breaking the silence in the kitchen. "Does anyone want to hear me say it again? I mean, to a certain extent, I am also one of the witnesses. If there are reporters who want to record this history in the future, they will definitely not be able to avoid me..."

At this time, the two people mentioned in this conversation-Felix was visiting his Muggle friends Jim and Rebecca's house, while Harry was lounging for dinner with the Dursleys and the TV. The emotionless newscasts and the sweltering July air make boring dinners even more boring.

"...Recently, the dangerous Tom Riddle has been arrested and brought to justice. The people do not need to panic, and he will be greeted by a fair trial of the law..."

Harry raised his head in a jerk.

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