Fear? Actually, there is a little... but more of a doubt. Felix didn't think he couldn't escape a life-seeking curse. In that memory, the green light of the spell was released head-on, and there was no problem of sneak attack. Moreover, Felix thought about his reaction in his memory—

Very calm.

Will he accept death so peacefully? He is very curious about it.

Valen gently pulled the clothes on his chest, Felix lowered his head and smiled and said, "It should be just a prank." He walked into the bedroom, placed Valen on its cradle bed, and then returned to the office.

The small box that opened the "Memory of Death" was quietly lying on the desk. Felix carefully checked it, took out some stuffing paper from it, and took out a postcard. The front of the postcard was a landscape of Big Ben and a printed motto: Everyone has the right to choose.

Felix easily judged that this was an ordinary card, maybe from a newsstand in the Muggle World? He turned to the back and there was a blank space.

Who sent it? Is it possible that it was really a bad prank?

But from this sentence, Felix read the element of kindness, and it is related to life and death. No one will be careless, at least he will never.

He thought it was true for the time being: someone witnessed his death and ventured back to the past to warn him.

At this time, the golden little clock finger was at eleven o'clock. He held the golden little clock and placed it on the small table in front of the sofa with a postcard. Then he waved his fingers gently, a row of sound transmission mirrors on the shelf, the heating Nat in the ring... Everything that can be connected to the outside world is placed on it.

Felix leaned on the back of the sofa, waiting quietly like a silent statue, occasionally giving a casual glance to the golden bell. Time passed by little, midnight passed, no one contacted him, and occasionally heard a few insects in the quiet night, and no one suddenly appeared, allowing him to rush to the unknown battlefield.

When Xiao Zhong's hand stopped at four in the morning, he finally moved, and a full five hours had passed since he received this special gift. Felix knew exactly what this meant - without causing any possible serious damage, the maximum period of time travel was about five hours.

Someone has traveled for a long distance!

Felix raised his head and stared at the ceiling. The white light of the magic lamp was not dazzling, but it made him a little dizzy. He slowly closed his eyes and appeared on the bronze armchair of the Thinking Hut the next second.

Felix was still twisting the memory in his hand, and he threw it hard again, and the familiar scene appeared in the air until-

"Avada chewed the big tile!"

The voice was cold and sharp, and he recognized the master of the voice, Voldemort.

"So this is a warning from the future, uncertain time. Voldemort was resurrected at that time." Felix said to himself. He stared at the scene that was repeated in the air. This memory was obviously processed, and the perspective of the memory master was hidden, but the technique was very rough. For a memory master like him, the flaws could be seen at a glance.

But seeing the flaw does not mean that he can restore the real memory, nor does it mean that the information in the memory is forged.

The only thing Felix can be sure of at this moment is that the master of memory does not want to reveal his identity. He is meticulous and is not unfamiliar with memory magic. He should learn, practice, or at least frequently contact with this type of magic.

What else can be analyzed? Felix groped his chin, "Of course, perspective is also important."

He put his right leg on his left leg, and looked at the illusory images under the steps on the bronze chair. In the thinking hut, except for the chair he was sitting and the dozen steps under the chair, there was nothing around, and he seemed to be sitting in a huge square.

At this moment, Voldemort kept chanting the life-seeking curse.

"Avada gnaws big tiles...Avada gnaws big tiles...Avada gnaws big tiles...Avada gnaws big tiles..."

"If Voldemort was resurrected at that time, would the person who saw all this mean his identity as a Death Eater? No, it may not be... it may also be Voldemort's enemy."

Felix wanted to find this person and get more information.

Judging from the existing information, this person, whether male or female, should have a close relationship with him and thoughtful mind. He may have discussed memory magic together. His identity must be special enough to participate in a sudden outbreak of battle, which may be a Death Eater, Auror, or a possibility that he had not expected for the time being. And the most important point is that this person must have a time converter.

But until dawn, Felix still had a question that he couldn't figure out: it was time to go, why did that person take a dangerous long-distance time trip?

Does he want to die? Or has he had to do so? Is there any special significance for doing so?

Felix's mood was very complicated. If all this was true, he really died at Voldemort's hands - or the person who sent the memory thought it was, then this practice was tantamount to changing the history that had happened. The backlash from time can be imagined.

Changing known history is dangerous enough. As far as he knows, those who have not really succeeded and have escaped without success, not to mention that long-distance time and space travel are required.

No rush to make a decision... Felix warned himself that he needed to confirm several issues first.

On the morning of June 22, Felix appeared in the auditorium early, and it took him quite a while for the meal because he had to wait for several people. When Snape appeared in black robe, Felix smiled slightly and moved the position next to Snape.

"You have a time converter," Felix said affirmatively.

Snape stared at him expressionlessly for a moment, "Your level of jokes has declined," he said coldly.

"I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. Severus," Felix said shrugging.

It wasn't him. Felix stared at Snape's back as he left.

The second person was Dumbledore, and Felix asked him whether the "small tricks" of popping the spell with his fingers came from the abilities gained after transformation.

"Have you finally got to this point, Felix?" Dumbledore asked softly, as if he was trapped in memories, and after a while he looked up, Felix was still waiting for his answer. Dumbledore nodded slightly, "The so-called transformation, or transformation towards the 'magic creature', although the statement is different, in my understanding, it is actually the process of in-depth research on a certain field to an incredible level, and then a flash of inspiration will be used to integrate it."

"When you reach this point, your magic begins to change spontaneously, matching your understanding of magic... As for what everyone will gain, it should be related to his field of research. I can bounce spells, which are essentially higher-level human deformation."

Felix suddenly realized.

Previously, Dumbledore made a very profound transformation of his hands, which was closer to the essence of magic, thus simulating the abilities of some magical animals. A series of powerful creatures flashed through his mind, name of fire dragon, human head, spherical scorpion tail beast, chicken body, snake tail monster, Kemaira beast, snake monster...

And this seems to mean that Dumbledore can break some consensus in the magic world, such as wizards cannot transform into magical creatures, and even Animagus cannot do this, but Dumbledore undoubtedly touched this field.

Magical creatures...so that's what it means? Felix thought.

He couldn't help but guess what abilities he would gain after completing his transformation, which was related to ancient demonic texts... He began to think about the characteristics of ancient demonic texts, but it was really difficult for him to give an accurate definition, because there were too many demonic texts, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were ever-changing.

His heart was moved. There were ever-changing changes... If you put this word on him, wouldn't it be like incarnation into an ancient magic text? This idea seemed to face the picture in your memory - Voldemort used the life-seeking curse, and he turned into a magic text to dodge.

It's fascinating to think about it.

However, a new problem arises. If he doesn't die at all, why would that person take the risk of traveling time and space? Also, he has not completed the transformation process at all, and it is still a lot short of it. Felix estimated that at least it will not have hope until the end of this summer vacation and the beginning of the new school year.

Does this mean that the scene he saw will not happen at least two or three months later?

Felix put down his knife and fork and left the auditorium with confusion. At this time, Harry, Ron and Hermione happened to walk in, and they were discussing something fiercely.

"Granger, Porter, Weasley," he hesitated, and called them, "Is your research on time converters going well?"

Harry and Ron subconsciously looked at Hermione.

"Oh! Professor, uh, we haven't started yet," Hermione said embarrassedly, "and intend to do this after the game."

"That's it, I understand."

He nodded to the three of them and turned away. Time seemed to be in line, of course, the premise was that they could really succeed. It seemed that he had to keep an eye on it at all times. He had another new question, that is, who among the three of them was more likely to use the time converter?

If it was just a repair, it would be more likely that Granger would be. But it is really hard to judge who is the person who is "using".

Felix's heart sank, and he warned her.

However, all this is not yet certain. He still has time to obtain more evidence to verify his guess. When the second grade exam is over tomorrow, until the end of the semester, he has basically nothing to do. He can pay close attention to Granger and his time converter repair progress.

The same is true for the whole summer vacation. Unfortunately, Felix also planned to take time to visit Azkaban during the summer vacation. He obtained several names from Lucius. They were all Voldemort's most loyal believers, and perhaps there were people who knew the secret of the Horcrux.

This guess was what he thought of when he was in the Ministry of Magic. At first he went into the wrong way, and it was not until he connected Dumbledore, Voldemort, Azkaban and the Death Eater that the real inspiration was triggered: if Voldemort had suffered heavy damage many times, he must have a fixed assistant, and this person is likely to be a Death Eater, and an extremely loyal Death Eater. Then the memory in this person's mind is undoubtedly a treasure - a treasure with a Horcrux - waiting for him to dig.

Especially the one named Bellatrix, Lucius said she was crazy and worshipped the Dark Lord frantically. Felix suspected that she had suffered serious confusion spells or memory tampering. But it was not necessarily true. Lucius believed that she was cruel and vicious in her bones, and the appearance of the Dark Lord just satisfied her pathological desires...

On the other side.
Chapter completed!