In the carriage, several Aurors chatted about recent events.
"You probably think the You-Know-Who doesn't have a brain, right? Think again, how did he gather the initial group of Death Eaters, if you think he will only use force to oppress, you are very wrong." Moody's voice is hoarse as he said, " Excessive valuation of the thief's downfall will only lead us to fall into the enemy's trap. One must always remain vigilant."
Hearing this, Derris couldn't help but grunt.
"I was also involved in the last war, and all I saw was him and his Death Eaters leaving one dark mark after another over the house where the wizard lived, along with those Inferius ... He would leave nothing but a fearful impression."
"It's the deepest impression," Moody growled, taking out his curved flask and taking a hard swig.
"I've experienced it from beginning to end, I was an experienced Auror even before the You-Know-Who openly recruited Death Eaters ... During those first two years of the war, the Dark Lord hid his cruel and vicious side well - he spent Most of his time promoting his unorthodox ideas, recruiting manpower, and maintaining a low level of confrontation with the Ministry of Magic, slowly he disobeyed the rules of the Ministry of Magic at that time, to create their own system ... but the minister at the time was confused by his disguise and had an illusion of being able to resolve disputes peacefully, as a result, public opposition towards You-Know-Who continued to disappear as wizards, dark creatures were secretly recruited ... Minchum finally recognized the status quo, but by then he was unable to curb the rise of the You-Know-Who."
"So he was a competent leader in the early days of the war?" Felix interjected.
"Depending on how you look at it, he set his sights on those old pure-blood families, getting money and followers from them, yes, I'm going to use the word 'followers', and he did confuse a group of people with his actions, a group of fools... ... Those people held the bottom of the barrel to support him, such as the Black family at the time," Moody's intact eye glanced at Felix, "If it weren't for Mrs. Black's poor health, I doubt she would have determined to join the You-Know-Who's side and be completely tied to him. "
"Since when did he undergo a change in character? Became cruel and tyrannical?" Felix asked mildly.
"About mid to late," Moody smacked his lips, "it is difficult to specify, based on the perception in those years, he probably thought he was winning, it would not take long to become the ruler of England, so he reverted back to his nature."
Felix had a different view.
Those years are probably the period in which he frequently battled against Dumbledore, according to Dumbledore's explanation, he had more than once seriously injured Voldemort, but Voldemort always did not take long to come back to life, Felix, therefore, speculated that Voldemort may have secretly used the Horcrux.
Finally, from the information he gathered, Voldemort was extremely confident about his conquest of death, and if he hadn't experienced the experience of coming back from the dead, he hardly would have shown such strong confidence.
At that moment, they are already driving in the open wilderness, with a large block of shades of colour sliding past their eyes.
Felix gauged the time and took a silver pocket watch out of his pocket.
The front cover popped open with a "click".
The eyes of the Aurors focused on it at the same time, and after a few seconds of silence, a pink nose peeked out, followed by a black, furry head, as Valen emerged from the space of the pocket watch, and looked around in confusion.
"Kee? (Is school arrived?)"
"Not yet," said Felix, "but you seem to have slept for almost a day, come on, I'll show you around, Hermione and Harry are in their compartments."
Valen's spirit rose up, at first she sat on him and stretched out, then leaped up and jumped to the door of the compartment and waved back at him eagerly. Felix inquired others in this compartment, "I might buy some food, do I need to bring you some?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"We'll go ourselves if we need," Moody said.
Without another word, Felix pulled open the door of the compartment and walked out.
"Can you please help me find Harry?" He requested Valen.
Valen sniffed left and right as she walked, and finally stopped before a compartment. Felix saw Harry, Neville, Ginny, and Luna sitting together through the window and smiled, "All familiar faces, that makes it easier."
Felix pulled open the compartment in which Neville is introducing his birthday present to his mates.
"Mimbulus Mimbletonia, it's from my grandmother, she waited until I got back to give it to me." He said, pointing to a small pot of what looked like a dysplasia cactus. Instead of being covered with thorns, it is covered with a bunch of big pimples like boils.
"What does it - well - what can it be used for?" Harry asked, staring at the thing, and he had a hard time convincing himself that he would like it.
"It's good for a lot of things!" Neville said proudly, "It has an amazing defense mechanism, and I discovered it when I tried to put him under Daydream Charm..."
"Daydream Charm?" Harry asked, sincerely hoping Neville would focus on it, but Neville couldn't wait to show them the wonders of his new pet as he pulled a quill from his pocket and reached toward the plant.
Everyone's eyes got drawn by his action, Harry felt uneasy, his body leaned back a little; Luna is exactly opposite to him, her dreamy eyes peeking from behind the magazine 'Quibbler'.
"Can you wait until I leave to demonstrate?"
Felix's voice stated, and the group looked up, Neville's hand dangled in midair, and Harry mentally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Professor Hap, what are you doing here, uh, did you just say ... leave?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
Felix nimbly flashed in, and casually pulled the door curtain of the compartment shut. He put his index finger up to his lips and whispered, "Shh. Can I trust you guys?"
In response to his serious tone, Harry, Ginny and Neville nodded nervously, while Luna was half a beat slower, adding that it is only at this moment she greeted him through her magazine, "Hi, Felix."
"How are you, Luna, did you solve the riddle in the magazine?" Felix asked.
"Not yet-"
After greeting, Felix got down to business.
"As you may or may not know, this train is under various protective enchantments, such as anti-apparition-" He could faintly see a blur of steam when he looked out the window, and in the distance, there is a range of mountains and woods.
Felix drew his new wand, "For some reason, I must leave for a while and you guys need to act like you didn't notice it, okay?" Without waiting for them to answer, he flicked his wand in his hand and a small window vent above the train's compartment popped open abruptly.
"Professor, can I help you with anything?" Harry asked hurriedly, his hair ruffled by the sudden breeze.
"Sure, close the small window after I leave." Felix said as he put away his wand.
"But how will you go out, the ventilation window is too small-" Harry almost bit his tongue as Professor Hap's body rapidly grew smaller, like slow-motion footage, Harry could see every detail, but in a flash, the professor disappeared and in his place there is a bird with long narrow wings like a rain swallow, hovering in midair and rushing out of the compartment in a blink of an eye.
The four people in the compartment gasped, Luna blinked and looked out of the window. The Rain Swallow remained in their field of vision for only a few brief seconds before disappearing.
"Are we dreaming?" Luna's soft voice asked.
"Luna, I guess it is Animagus, the Professor's Animagus." Ginny said.
Harry felt someone tugging at his shirt and he looked down to find it is a Niffler, and she is pointing her finger at the small open window.
"Valen? Oh, right." Harry stood up and closed the ventilation window, by which time, Valen had sat down between Harry and Ginny, and her little hand probed into her silver pocket watch and pulled a bag of butter cookies out of it.
"Kee?" she looked at Harry.
"Uh, I didn't hear you?"
Valen huffed, as she gestured at him with her small hand.
"I guess she wants you to help her rip the bag open." Luna said, "A smart little fella, and she can also write."
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