Fudge's face looked somewhat embarrassed.
The expression on his face is rather wonderful, it is like when a person is happy, in the most confident moment, but suddenly got knocked down from that feeling by a slap, Fudge wiped the emerging false sweat, and stammered: "Really, that's wonderful."
Felix said sincerely: "Now that it's over, the Ministry of Magic's Aurors team stationed at Hogwarts--"
"Ah, of course, we should withdraw them, the Ministry of Magic is now severely understaffed ..." Fudge immediately agreed: "You know, hosting two major events in a row."
Felix wrapped up his magic with satisfaction and hid the dementors that had been trapped under the noses of a group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in the compartment of his ring, which he had used last year to contain the Moly, one of the harvests from his and Belby's adventures in the Forbidden Forest.
As for the number of dementors, not much. Only a dozen, after all, the show still cost some capital.
Felix and Fudge then made small talk, and Fudge spoke in a complimenting manner, even with a touch of flattery, promising to give him the best possible tickets to the Quidditch World Cup this summer, which Felix accepted with a smile, despite not really needing them.
"This time it was indeed a mistake in our part, no, a mistake of a certain person," Fudge glanced disgustedly at the unconscious Umbridge, "we will restore the damage to a minimum, please rest assured ... "
As he spoke these words, Umbridge's body trembled.
So faking unconsciousness, thought Felix, it seems that he really has left a huge psychological shadow on this high official of the Ministry of Magic, who would rather lie on the ground than face him. Probably not that entirely, she might not want to face the cruel fact ...
Fudge left in a hurry with his men, he had a mess to clean up. As, he even had arranged for a reporter to come over in a high profile. According to his plan, the front page photo should be him escorting Sirius Black out of the Hogwarts, majestically announcing that he would not leave any ground for evil to survive, but halfway through the play there was an accident, after which it was like a wild horse off the leash, running all the way in a completely unpredictable direction.
Umbridge is lying on a morphed stretcher, floating away, next to the body of Peter Pettigrew. She is now depressed as if dead, it is estimated that she will be in the cold after she returns, not sure when she can regain Fudge's trust.
When he reached the main entrance of Hogwarts, Fudge signalled one of his men to go out early. The unlucky Auror walked out of the school with a blank face, facing a blinding flash, he hurriedly blocked his face up and kept waving his other hand, "Stop filming! Don't film me!"
After a few minutes, Fudge carefully exposed half of his head to confirm that all the reporters had been driven away, before he quickly led his team away.
Unlike the Ministry of Magic who left in distress, Hogwarts side having an opposite scene, the students cheered and raised their wands, shooting a sparkle from the tip of their wands, red, green, yellow, and blue ... looked like a grand fireworks show.
Hermione quietly appeared, gestured at Felix with a smooth gesture, followed the students jumping randomly twice, pretending that she had actually been present.
At that moment, a few people from the bridge came over, Harry holding Sirius and Lupin dragging Severus behind him.
"Harry! Your Patronus is awesome!"
Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood scooped Harry up, and before he could react, he found himself being lifted onto the shoulders of the crowd as they cheered and threw Harry into midair. "We are victorious!" "We've won!" The crowd yelled excitedly, their voices rising above one another, and as Harry got tossed to the top, he turned his head to the side, Sirius smiled at him, and Harry felt something stir in his chest, a happy emotion sufficient for him to draw his wand and let the silver stag Patronus fly out of his wand tip once more, as it leaped through the air.
A few bold students tried to pull Felix over as well in the middle, bravely came forward to throw Professor Hap into the air with Harry, but that didn't happen, when Professor Hap stared at them with a calm look, the students backed off tacitly and returned to Harry's side.
A little later, Dumbledore returned, and in the Headmaster's office, he listened patiently to all this and smiled, "Looks like I missed quite a scene." He looked at Sirius and said pleasantly, "Tomorrow, I'm going to go to the Ministry of Magic and talk to Fudge about pardoning you."
Professor McGonagall said, "The Ministry of Magic will surely compromise, too many people heard what Peter Pettigrew said before he died."
Dumbledore nodded slightly: "I agree with you, Minerva. But I also know how deaf Fudge is." He paused slightly to skim over the subject, "Peter Pettigrew, did he really mention that Voldemort is coming back? It seems that he did a lot of things in the months that he disappeared."
Felix reminded: "He also found a helper for Voldemort, and we know nothing about the identity of this person."
Dumbledore said mildly, "You're right, Voldemort has been lingering in the Albanian forest before... but it won't be long before he appears in the open if nothing unexpected happens."
"The Albanian forest?"
"According to my sources, he hides in the depths of the forest, possessing various small animals," Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "Perhaps Peter Pettigrew just obtained the help of those little friends of his."
Felix knew what the headmaster meant, he is referring to the rats, Peter Pettigrew can communicate with rats.
"But -- Albus," Professor McGonagall said in shock, "if he was there all along, why ... "
"Because there's nothing we can do to him, he's no better than a ghost, he's like a shadow of nothingness. Believe me, Minerva, he must be agonizing like that." Dumbledore said.
Out of the Headmaster's office, Sirius found Felix, his expression rather complicated: "I know you have researched old objects ..."
"What," Felix looked at him and snickered, "you want to sell some of the Black family's collection?"
Sirius brushed it off, "I'll give you any piece you like for free. Do not interrupt, Kreacher told me something, related to Voldemort, but also related to my ... brother."
"Your brother?"
"Regulus Arcturus Black, he is not quite the same as I thought. Anyway, he stole something from Voldemort and got himself into it for that reason, and I think it must be very important to Voldemort."
Felix's expression became serious: "What is it?"
"A gold locket, dirty, with a small snake on it, if Kreacher had not confessed, I would not have cared, too many similar gadgets at home ...," Sirius described it carefully.
He continued, "But I studied half a day to find that it's really not ordinary, Kreacher can't destroy it, and so can I. Even if I use the maximum power of magic, I can only barely cut a small opening on it, and it didn't take long for it to recover on its own."
Felix paused, difficult to destroy, self-repair, these are the characteristics of Horcrux!
The book " Advanced Dark Magic Unveiled" that he saw in Black's old mansion has a very detailed description of the extreme characteristics of the Horcrux - in addition to being indestructible and resistant to most spells, it also has a strong ability to repair itself with magic, if you can't find the right method, even if the Horcrux is torn, smashed, or crushed into powder. It is useless if you can't find the right way to destroy it.
The known methods of destroying the Horcrux is either with a fiendfyre, or by washing it with a huge amount of magic power, but the latter is something that only a wizard at the level of the four giants has.
"Let's go there now!" Felix said decisively.
They turned down a hallway and saw Harry around the corner, his head slumped as he wondered about something.
"Harry!" Sirius said, "Why are you here all alone, aren't you celebrating with your friends?"
Harry stammered, "Not much of a celebration. I went to see Ron, and he's all right, except for the whole scabbers thing which made him a bit nauseous ... When I came back, I heard you were in the Headmaster's office, so, I came to see. How's your injury?"
"Nothing serious, you see, it's all just a few minor injuries." Sirius exaggeratedly kicked his leg.
Harry smiled as he said expectantly, "So, do you have time now? Will you be staying at Hogwarts tonight, I can leave my bed for you."
Sirius looked at him hesitantly and Felix said kindly, "Harry can come with us, just send him back before lights out."
Harry looked at them in confusion, leaving school this late? Where are they going?
When he saw the fireplace in the professor's office burst into flames, he instantly recalled: "Floo powder? I've seen it at Ron's house and used it ..."
He thought back to his few not-so-pleasant experiences with floo powder, he hated the feeling of spinning around and getting dizzy in the fireplace, but he must admit that compared to an apparition, floo powder has been considered a rather comfortable way to travel.
"Don't worry, Harry." Sirius said, "Hold your breath and remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."
Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder and sprinkled it in the fireplace, the fire leaped up and turned into a turquoise colour as he held his breath and readout, "12 Grimmauld Place." then his figure disappeared.
In the office, Sirius didn't move a muscle.
"You have something to say to me?" Felix asked.
"I actually want to ask you a favour-" Sirius took a deep breath, his fists clenched, "I want to bring Regulus back."
"Regulus? You said before ..." Felix snapped back to attention: "He's not in the locket he took from Voldemort, but in somewhere hidden?"
Sirius nodded, "I've been there, but I couldn't even get through the door."
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