Chapter 668： jailer

Felix returned to the ancient Rune office with a blank expression, his feet heavy, and he sat on the sofa. Warren yawned and handed him a bottle of his own juice.

As a result, someone bit the straw and blew in it, making the juice bubbles one by one, and Warren hammered him twice in anger.

Felix rubbed his limp fur with a smile and watched cartoons of cat and mouse with him. After watching for a while, his thoughts also became lively.

He actually thought that Spike the bulldog was similar to Dumbledore, which was definitely a psychological effect. If so, who was Grindelwald? It won't be the unlucky Tom cat, will it?

Warren looked at Felix strangely, and the big devil smiled happily.

Did the big devil bring himself into the blue cat in the cartoon? That's not bad, it's often brought into the mouse's point of view, as Jerry has always managed to outrun larger opponents. Unfortunately, this episode is about a blue cat teasing a big dog.

Back in the bedroom, Felix was lying on the bed, and the scene in the principal's office kept circling in his mind.

Dumbledore solemnly introduced him to Grindelwald's binding spell. Before Voldemort, Grindelwald was considered the most dangerous dark wizard of all time, and even now, Grindelwald is still more of a threat than Voldemort to some people (especially magical regimes outside the UK).

In the face of such an enemy, no amount of caution can be overstated.

When that legendary duel was over, the Magical Congressional Delegation of the United States proposed that Grindelwald be executed immediately, as no prison in existence could hold him. This proposal was approved by more than half of the representatives of the countries at the time, but Dumbledore opposed it.

His reason is: The reason why this duel exists is because they promised each other before the duel that the loser will automatically be a prisoner and completely (or passively) give up their ideas.

And there are more realistic reasons.

The war is not over, and the Saints scattered all over the world are still huge. If they hear the news of the leader's execution, they will definitely not be afraid to start riots everywhere.

The magic world finally saw the hope of peace, and should adopt a gentle approach instead of actively intensifying conflicts. Therefore, not only can Grindelwald not die, but the International Federation of Wizards must actively spread the news that he is alive, so that the Saints cannot elect a new leader.

At that time, Dumbledore's reputation was at its peak, and the current situation was indeed turbulent. This method was later adopted but new problems emerged.

At that time, the officials of the Ministry of Magic of various countries clearly realized that it was impossible to trap Grindelwald simply by confiscating the wand or using a magical barrier. They must devise new and powerful prison measures to prevent Grindelwald from breaking his word again.

An African wizard has a solution.

The Waggadu School of Magic, located in Africa, has always retained the ancient gesture casting, so losing the wand will not make the dark wizards there lose their ability to resist. They naturally have unique solutions, such as the binding spell for finger joints.

But Grindelwald's power is far more than that of ordinary black wizards, and his treatment is naturally extraordinary. The African wizard mentioned an extremely powerful confinement magic, and its reputation has changed in the local wizard community. It's like a horror legend.

Felix thought about what Dumbledore had to say about it:

"It's not so much a confinement magic, it's more a kind of unknown vicious curse. Once it is recruited, it is like a bone-encrusted gangrene, entrenched in the flesh and blood of the wizard, constantly absorbing the magic power of the recipient, making it unable to Casting spells, in effect becoming a Squib."

"I've improved it—avoiding pointless, punishing pain, and adding a key, a window, and if Grindelwald tries to break the spell, I'll know right away."

"Because of the use of my own magic, I can still roughly perceive his position and state. Of course, the farther the distance, the more blurred this feeling will be...\"

"So the imprisonment at Fort Nurmengard is just a pretense. You are the jailer who guards the prison." Felix suddenly had an epiphany, he pointed out sharply.

Dumbledore didn't answer, but lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. After a while, he continued to mutter:

"In order to study the secret of the resurrection stone, my soul and magic power have undergone unforeseen changes, and I am no longer suitable - to use your words - to serve as a jailer again, and a new person must be found to replace me,

"You're so obsessed with the Resurrection Stone, Albus, even for Harry--

"And Ariana," Dumbledore interrupted. "You could even say that the whole plan was all about her at first, and it's been taking shape in my mind since I got the Resurrection Stone. I kept repressing this thought, because Voldemort was still around, and I had to try my best to convince myself not to wear the ring. I had to endure it for a few years, and finally Voldemort was completely down before I dared to let go.”

Felix glared at him, thinking too deeply. Dumbledore smiled playfully at him.

"So you thought of me?" Felix raised his voice slightly.

Dumbledore's eyelids trembled a few times, and he said in a deep voice: "I know you hate bondage, Felix. I can assure you that after the spell is transferred, you will not have any trouble, on the contrary, only benefits. From now on, Gellert will never be your trouble.\"

A brief silence. Felix was tossing between heartbeat and resistance, and it was difficult to choose at the moment.

If Dumbledore was telling the truth—he believed that Dumbledore would not deceive him, it wasn’t just out of trust—becoming the new jailer meant that Grindelwald’s fate would be entirely in his own hands. hand. Although there is no benefit, it can remove a huge hidden danger: at least Felix doesn't have to worry about being surrounded by an army of 100,000 saints when he wakes up.

The reason why I don't forget it is that this threat is real and effective. After a certain bickering, the old man was forced into a hurry, and he secretly threatened him with this matter, just as bad as the woman whose alias was Noel.

Felix is ​​confident that he will not be defeated or captured alive-his combat system is very restrained from the huge crowd tactics, but everything has its limits. He can retreat in the army of wizards, which does not mean that he can resist thousands of people at the same time. People's continuous magical offensive.

And, before he knew it, he had made Hogwarts part of himself.

He can run, Hogwarts can't run, not even Dumbledore.

In the darkness, Felix's blue eyes stared at the ceiling. Warren was smacking his lips in his crib, talking unconsciously in his sleep. Fox? Catch fish? It seems to be interesting...

Some thoughts came to mind again.

"Why don't you accept Grindelwald's conditions? From his speech at the dinner table this morning, he seems to have the idea of ​​repentance, or at least he is actively releasing a signal of compromise. I don't believe you can't see it."

"I hope it's true. I hope he can feel how horrific and shameful what he did. Maybe, he wants to make amends but we're too entangled, Felix. I can't judge. Authenticity, cannot bear the price of wrong judgment, and the entire magic world cannot bear this price...

These words almost pronounced the possibility of Grindelwald's future comeback.

"...Well, I probably understand what you're thinking. Why did you choose me to transfer the spell?

"Normal wizards can't handle this power. Like their Animagus can't incorporate magic items into themselves - I don't think you have that trouble?"

"Spray, you expected it." Felix withdrew his mouth.

"You can think about it for a while," said Dumbledore earnestly at last, "I hope you will agree, not an order, but a pleading that if the people of the International Confederation of Wizards know about this, it will be very difficult for Gellert to continue living. .\"

After entering May, the sunny weather has increased more than the previous day. When Felix stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, he found that leisurely students appeared sporadically by the black lake.

Felix writes a letter to Rita Skeeter.

The woman vomited bitterly in the reply, but he saw through the tricks of her words at a glance, and Skeeter was immersed in it, in her own words, "standing at an inflection point in history, the tip of a pen can change the time Bureau."

Very tempting. But Felix still prefers the freshness brought by magic, pondering new and interesting magic topics in one place. Like the moon landing, or—

When Hermione walked into the office, she was surprised to find that Professor Hepp was knitting a piece of fabric, and there was a book open on the small table in front of her. She picked it up and read the book titled "The Complete Sweater Weaving Patterns".

Hermione was dumbfounded.

"I want to try something new," Felix said with a smile. "I asked around, and finally Professor McGonagall told me that our headmaster has a high level of appreciation for Muggle sweater knitting patterns, and I just mentioned it casually. , he recommended me to watch this, the content is very complete."

He beckoned to the cabinet, two chubby teacups with smiling faces floated swayingly over, he stretched out his hand again, and the cups were filled with tea,

"Let's be thankful for this ingenious Christmas present, Warren instantly fell in love with it. But he went out through the bend and said he was going to catch some fish for Fox...  

While he was doing these things, a few crochet hooks were still busy.

Hermione thanked her and sat down on the other side. Only then did she realize the abnormality: the yarn used for knitting was different from what she had thought. Book.

"This is...ancient Rune?" She stared at the wool for a while, before realizing that they were actually made up of pocket-sized magical characters. She couldn't help but be amazed.

"Well, well, what can you think of?" Felix said expectantly.

Hermione swallowed, thinking seriously, and before she could react, a word had already blurted out.

In her mind, the idea was simply too reasonable, and it perfectly explained the strange behavior of the always lazy professor.

"Invisibility Cloak?\"

And it's definitely not something that has been cast with an illusion spell or woven from invisible beast hair. What emerged from the depths of her memory was a sacred object classified as the Deathly Hallows. Ever since she knew that the resurrection stone was real After existence, her attitude towards the Deathly Hallows is less stubborn.

Of course, her idea was the same as Felix's, that they were made by highly skilled wizards.

An admiring smile appeared on Felix's face.

"Oops, Professor! Did you crack the method of making the Invisibility Cloak? When did that happen, I never heard Harry mention you borrowed the Invisibility Cloak from him." Hermione said half excitedly, half confused .

"I haven't borrowed them. From what I know about the Deathly Hallows, no matter who their real creators are, it's clear that he guards his knowledge very closely and has no ideas for future generations to study. The above imposes A powerful protective spell was created, so I had to find another way to the stream."

Hermione held the teacup and asked questions one by one:

"Is it used for invisibility?\"

"Obviously not.

"Oh..." Hermione murmured, leaning closer, her nose almost touching the half-knitted rune fabric, "The rune on this is too small to be seen at all.

"Use your gut, Miss Granger."

Hermione closed her eyes slightly.

"I can't do it, I'm not good at this."

"Don't rush to make a decision, you are not good at it, maybe it is just because you are too rational, and you actively close your own thinking m

"Isn't it better to be rational?" Hermione asked frustratedly.

"There is nothing wrong with rationality, and it does not conflict with learning magic, but only rationality is prone to problems. In fact, I have encountered similar troubles.\"

Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Professor, then how did you solve this problem?"

Felix cleared his throat Maybe it's because I wasn't as stubborn as you as a kid, uh, I mean read so many books; or I grew up with inexplicable fantasies about magic, hoping it Being able to appear in my world... or maybe it was my experience in the first few years of school that required me to hold on to magic, but it all happened so naturally, and there was a delicate balance between reason and sensibility in me - At least I hope so. I'm happy with it. "

Hermione looked disappointed at first, because the professor didn't seem to say anything, then she suddenly remembered something and couldn't help covering her mouth with her hand.

She asked cautiously:

"Well, what's it like to teach magic riots? I've heard Neville mention it, but you don't seem to be the same. One is out of love, and the other..."

"Oh, Miss Granger—\"

Felix smiled suddenly, as if a huge secret was about to be revealed, with a little eagerness and excitement.

"I did have some not-so-fantastic experiences, but not all of them."

Hermione blinked, unable to understand the meaning of the words for a while,

"And, not all of them?\"

"Yeah, I can't even make sense of the tumult. It was too complicated for me at the time. But, Miss Granger. Logically, the dangerous time travel you've been through should be a bit of a effect."

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