"Yeah, I know this sounds stupid," Hermione sighed, "but my mother asked me to send at least two letters back a month. It's hard for me to make up the right reason. This is not your divination homework-"

"Why didn't I know that this happened? You've never borrowed Harry's Hedwig or my little pig." Ron asked.

"Because I used the school's public owl - don't interrupt!" Hermione stopped at the door of the lounge. "Well--you know, the fame of our two is not as good as Harry's little finger. I easily found a briefing that only mentioned Harry's name and sent it home."

Harry suddenly felt embarrassed.

Ron glared at her and said angrily: "Thank you for your reminder, your metaphor is amazing."

"The problem is, I don't know what to do now." Hermione said helplessly, "maybe apply to Professor McGonagall to cancel-"

"No!" Harry said hurriedly, "You'd better tell them the truth. I think they wouldn't want to miss this important moment."

Ron also agreed with Harry. "Think about it, if they learn all this from the clerk of Lihen Bookstore next year, their daughter will participate in a dangerous event with a very high mortality rate... They will definitely chase you to the ends of the world, and at least send a roar letter."

"Oh, they won't." Hermione said easily, "at most they threaten me that I will never help me correct my teeth in my life."

In the portrait at the door, Violet, who came to visit, bit the fat lady's ear, "Do you guys keep talking like this?"

"I'm just a portrait." The fat lady shrugged.

"Banana fried dough." Hermione's face turned slightly red, "The password is banana fried dough."

"My favorite." said Fat Lady with a smile, and the portrait was moved away in front of them. As they walked in, the Fat Lady could still be heard talking to her good friend. "The Gryffindor students are pretty good, except that they are a little unavailable..."

After they entered the lounge, Ron said dissatisfiedly, "Is she talking about herself? You really should ask, how she sang opera without anyone else, uh, better not to ask - she wrote me into the opera too."

Harry couldn't help laughing. Ron had sneaked into Classroom 7 to try to get the invitation card for the Preparatory Warriors, and the fat lady wrote into her new song.

Afterwards, Fred and George made a point of comment on this song. They agreed that Fat Lady had the habit of exaggerating facts by literati. If the protagonist was not their younger brother, they would have thought it was King Arthur's adventure when he was young.

Sitting in the chair, Hermione took out the textbook, but she couldn't write a word. Before the lights were turned off, she finally made a decision, "You are right, I'll write to my home tomorrow."

...

Felix looked through the newspapers of the new day, and the front page title today was "Trouble! The Minister of Magic in the whirlpool of public opinion."

"Since the current Minister of Magic Connelly Foggy broke the bribery scandal at the beginning of the month, he has been in the whirlpool of public opinion. Foggy has been in the open secret between multiple pure blood families. He has shown off his personal relationships with the ancient families more than once, and uses their intricate network of relationships and influence to stabilize his rights.

Fudge repeatedly reiterated that he did not use his power for personal gain.

‘I did receive some generous donations, and they were used for great causes! I can show evidence, you don’t know how much energy I put into the Quidditch World Cup and the Championship!’

But when the reporter asked what he had done to remove the contributions of former Director of International Magic Cooperation and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports Division, Mr. Fauge avoided talking about it.

Five months after the Dark Mark appeared, the Ministry of Magic did not produce much convincing evidence except for posting a wanted warrant for a dead man and posting a dead man's warrant and Hogsmeade, which caused us a question whether our minister is really suitable to stay in that position? Is his ability half as much as he brags about?

The reporter immediately interviewed several people, and their opinions seemed to represent a certain trend.

Sing the Contradictory Editor, Chenofilius Lovegood, declares that our ministers have a secret army entirely composed of Heliopah—they are said to be a kind of flame elves, a behemoth full of fire, that can burn everything out. This army will play an important role at critical moments, and of course it is not ruled out that secrets will be resolved;

Professor Guslda Machban, director of the Wizard Examination Administration, said that Fauci was like Dumbledore's tail in his first years, and ‘of course, he turned to the pure blood family after his power was solid.’

Wiesengamor's elder Tiberus Ogden also had a high evaluation of Connelly Foggy. He was more willing to call it "Lucky Foggy" because the person who had the highest call for succession as the Minister of Magic suddenly broke out that the scandal of monks being Death Eaters. But if combined with Mr. Lovegood's testimony, perhaps Foggy had more than one secret army.

In addition, the prison sentence of the former director of the International Magic Cooperation Department also seems extremely suspicious. The reporter found out that he was initially sentenced to life imprisonment. No one knew whether this was a blow from a political enemy. However, a few days ago, Wiesengamo secretly interrogated Barty Crouch and changed his sentence to three years. The charge was for using power for personal gain and abuse of public power."

...

"All nonsense!" Fudge said in the office, gritting his teeth and pronounced the name above: "Lovgood, Machiban, and Ogden, very good..."

"Minister," Umbridge said in a slim tone, "These clowns' words can't shake your status at all, they have no evidence!" She said with a smile, "on the contrary, you can hold them accountable."

"What can I do? My mouth grows on them-" Foggy's expression hesitated.

"Isn't it easy to find faults? Especially Macchban and Ogden, they both work in the Ministry of Magic, as long as we are a little-" Umbridge suddenly shut up, his broad pie face turned to the door, and said in a gentle voice: "Yaxley? You seem to have become a different person after you come back from vacation, and you should knock on the door first."

"Sorry, Minister." Yaxley said, with no apology on his face. "I'm in a hurry to send a document, which is the list of guards for the third event of the Championship. Sclinger and Ms. Bones have signed it, and you are the only one left." He walked forward slowly, put the documents in his hand on the table, and looked at the silent two people in his eyes.

He slowly withdrew his arm, stood up straight and said, "Do you know, I happened to hear your conversation."

Fudge's eyes widened.

"I am your man, minister." Yaxley said immediately with comfort.

"Are you my man?" Fudge repeated, staring at the opposite side with an inquiring gaze, while taking out a quill pen to sign the document without looking at it. "Dolores made some sense. You seem to have become a different person. You wouldn't say this."

Yaxley shrugged. "The situation is different, Minister. I was neutral before, but... I thought a lot during the two days of vacation. I thought it was time to make a choice."

"You're because of Felix Happ--"

"Not only, Minister," said Yaxley, "not just because of him. It's not a personal grudge, but a confrontation between two different camps - pure and non-pure blood. I smelled the breath before the final battle. Hayp was playing the role of a fierce pawn. If he did nothing, maybe we would disappear in decades." He became particularly talkative today. "As one of the twenty-eight pure blood families, although the Yaxley family has declined, the foundation of pure blood has never been wealth, but a magic contract that has been passed down from ancient times... To this day, the Yaxley family has received a dividend every year. Although the number is not large, I can use this contract to enter the door of any pure blood family."

"Wait! The Guling Pavilion should be counted as one?" Fuji said slowly, "I have read some information. When we fought with the fairies the most intensely, both sides suffered heavy losses. Some families led to peace talks, and the fairies also gained special status."

Yaxley smiled and said nothing.

"What families are standing behind you?" Fudge said, suddenly interested. Because of the previous revelations, one-third of the families who were closely related to him left him and lost the support of these people, his insecurity reached its peak.

"This is not important." Yaxley said mysteriously, but Fudge didn't dare to underestimate him now. Fudge's name flashed through his mind, especially those who had the most intense attitude towards Muggles. Although they suffered heavy losses in the last war, uniting was also a powerful force.

"Who are your target?" Fudge asked.

Yaxley's expression was a little surprised. "Come on," Fudge said impatiently, "Don't say you don't have the conditions."

Yaxley smiled.

"Dear Minister Fudge, have you ever played wizard chess?" he whispered, "The most annoying piece on the board is the soldiers who touch the opponent's bottom line. It will rise into a knight, a bishop, a castle, and even... a rampage queen."

"No!" Fudge shouted, "You don't know how aggressive he is, and Dumbledore will definitely protect him-"

"Then use the most legitimate reason," said Yaxley, looking at Fudge, "Minister, don't forget that you represent the order of the British magic world, and even Dumbledore will use it for you as long as the reasons are sufficient."

"A legitimate reason." Fudge thoughtfully and handed him the signed documents.

...

"It's still necessary to find a sufficient reason to get Fudge off the stage." Felix sighed and put away the newspaper. He knew very well that his previous practices could only disgust Fudge at best, making his public comments lower, and the "Future World" company could also take the opportunity to get rid of trouble.

But if you want to make Fudge fall in a short period of time, unless Voldemort stands at the magic department and holds a party. Or he will come to the door.

If this happens, Dumbledore is definitely the first to refuse to agree. Everything he has now will be in vain, the position of professor, the Medal of Merlin, the membership of Wiesengamor, the "Future World" company, and the people he knows...

"Is there any way to do it once and for all?" Felix thought. His and Fudge had an astonishingly consistent idea, both of whom were afraid that they would not be able to kill the tiger and would suffer.

At this moment, the knock sounded. "Come in." Felix said, the door opened, and a furry head poked out from outside.

"Hi, professor," Hermione flashed in.

"You want to borrow information from Mr. Nick Lemay about the time converter?" After hearing Hermione explain the purpose of her visit, Felix asked with interest, "Why?"

"Oh, uh-" Hermione looked at him hesitantly.

Felix smiled and let a few plates of fruit candied fruit fly out of the cabinet in the distance and land on the small table, "Have you made up the reason?"

Hermione sat on the sofa very discouraged.

"That's right, the Christmas gift that Valen gave me - the broken time converter, maybe... maybe... it's possible to fix it, I want to try it."

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"So, have you found the energy of time?"

"Time energy? What is that?" Hermione widened her eyes and was excited. Sure enough, every time she came to the professor, she would gain new gains, and she heard a new word.

"I named it myself," Felix said, "Well, to be precise, it was the inspiration given to me by Mr. Nick Lemay's notes." He recited:

"The time converter contains a unique energy, hidden in every gravel of the hourglass, which are the most precise containers themselves. This is the conclusion drawn after 'I' repeatedly dismantling and trying to repair it. Unfortunately, I have no way to verify it. Maybe there will be answers to the questions in the Mysterious Affairs Division of the Ministry of Magic..."

"Wait! Division of Magical Affairs?" Hermione said in surprise. "I've heard the name, in... at the Quidditch World Cup camp, Mr. Weasley mentioned the silent man who worked there."

Felix nodded in praise.

"So the energy of time is hidden in the Department of Mystery?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure, Miss Granger," said Felix. "The Department of Mystery is the most mysterious department of the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Nick Lemay spent a lot of time—perhaps longer than a normal person's life—to explore the secrets of time. But he lacked the most critical thing, that is time itself."

Hermione felt herself surrounded by a solemn atmosphere, and her voice couldn't help but lighten, "I've tried time travel many times, in the third grade."

"The maximum back-tracking time that does not cause serious damage to travelers and time itself is five hours, and a curse called the "hour reversal curse" is required - this is the information obtained by Mr. Nick Lemay, but both him and myself, are seriously doubtful about this statement because it means stable technology to make time converters. And a lot of facts have proved that the total number of time converters is getting smaller and smaller..."

"Then why do they still-"

"Send it to the students?" Felix asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded slightly.

"I guess it may be of little use, and they also need students to use the time converter data to conduct a minimum study." He stood up, walked into the inner room, and came out after a while. Felix held a magic note in his hand. "This is some cases Nick has collected. I want to change time and get backfire. Once the energy that protects you disappears, the result is often not wonderful."

"Alois Mintab used the time converter back five centuries ago in her era, and there was a serious mistake in the middle. It was not until the energy in the converter was exhausted and the time ejected. Her body suffered severe damage and died not long afterwards in St. Mungo. This was not the first test conducted by the Ministry of Magic, but it was the last one, and the relevant trials have been terminated since then."

"She's from the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Silent, I guess that's it." Felix said, "In addition to the impact on herself, the disorder of time has spread to the outside world. She seriously changed the life trajectory of some people and turned them into people who were never born. And - in the next few days when she was popped up, the first Tuesday lasted for two and a half days, and Thursday only four hours... The Ministry of Magic had to deceive the world with an asteroid that had never existed in history, and paid a huge price for it."

Hermione's expression was extremely surprised. "I saw from the book that a rare celestial phenomenon occurred in the late 19th century, which not only caused extreme daytime and subsequent heavy rainstorms, but also caused a large number of people to feel a brief time disorder and the instrument failure..."

Felix shrugged, "Fortunately, technology was not well developed in that era, and it was raining and raining... I suspect that the rain was also created by the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione felt that some of her ideas had been subverted.

“So, why do you think you have the possibility of fixing the time converter?”

"Harry has an hourglass obtained from Valen, an altar from the despicable Halepozoic Horcrux..."

"Valun?"
Chapter completed!