In the temporary tent, Ron sat on the chair with his feet in his feet and breathed a sigh of relief, "This night has been so long."

"Yes." Hermione said absent-mindedly.

"Do you have something to eat?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked back at him.

"Hermione, I didn't eat much at dinner," Ron spread his hands and said aggrievedly. "If you don't eat anymore, I will starve to death before Mrs. Pomfrey comes."

"Eat, eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat."

Hermione angrily pulled out the beaded bag, took out some snacks from it and threw them to Ron. After doing all this, she realized that she had just lost her temper for no reason.

"Don't worry, Hermione, Professor, has been resurrected from the dead, and there will be no more trouble now," Ron understood her thoughts, comforted her for a few words, looked at the packaging bag in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Crisps and chocolate," Hermione said.

"Why have I never seen it before..." Ron muttered quietly. He tore open the packaging bag, picked up a piece of potato chips and looked at it for a long time, put it into his mouth, and then his eyes lit up.

"It's a Muggle snack," Hermione explained.

"It tastes really good," Ron sighed contentedly, "You ate this when you were a kid? I'll try chocolate again... Hey, it's not bad, but I think the chocolate frog tastes better."

After a while, he finished eating.

"Is there anything else, Hermione?" Ron couldn't help asking.

Hermione flipped through it carefully, "The rest are compressed cookies, and they don't taste much-"

"It doesn't matter!"

For some time, only the sound of Ron eating was left in the tent.

"Click click."

"How long do you say the professor will stay in this state?" Hermione asked worriedly. At this moment, Felix was like a glowing statue.

"Well... I don't know, Dumbledore will come soon. You can ask him...Chakkkkkkkkkk..."

At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the tent.

"Someone is coming," said Hermione.

"That's great," Ron said.

"I'll go and see." Hermione was worried and stood up and walked towards the tent's cord.

...

I don't know how long it took, Felix opened his eyes and slowly glanced around.

The tent was empty.

He barely suppressed the boiling magic in his body so that they would not be too active.

He had just experienced... no, and he was still undergoing various magical changes until now. First, magic power, like boiling water, became extremely unstable, far beyond the magic riots he had experienced. Even now, magic power was like a gurgling stream, constantly flowing; secondly, the body, magic power surged in every corner of the body, and prompted his flesh, skin, and bones to change.

This kind of change seems to touch on the essence of life and the essence of magic. Felix believes that his body itself is a huge treasure waiting for him to dig.

It was not until this time that his heart was completely let go.

Felix thought calmly that even though he was unwilling to admit it, he was still a little weaker in the battle with Voldemort. In fact, the two should be evenly matched, but Voldemort's life-seeking spell was surprisingly powerful, and every time he faced the green light of the spell, he felt creepy.

It must not be hit, it was told by his survival instinct. But at that time he had to do so, and there was no other choice. The magic puppet and the phantom created by the thinking hut could not deceive the wizard who was as capable as Voldemort.

He must really die once.

Unless he wants to see others die...

"Everyone has the right to choose. I made the choice, Ms. Jane, goodbye." Felix said softly.

There was a low noise outside the tent, and he also heard the messy footsteps of hundreds of people, but Felix ignored it at all. He was attracted by his own changes. He raised his left hand, and every trace of the palm flowed with crystal clear light.

Under his gaze, the Book of Magic Text appeared out of thin air, turning the pages "rattled" and magic phantoms appeared one after another. Felix's heart moved. He felt that as long as he thought, countless magic texts would surge out of his body. Without him taking the initiative to condense, ancient magic could be formed in an instant.

"It turns out that the Book of Demonic Text should be used in conjunction with the transformed body." Felix thought, and he could try it out in the future. He put the Book of Demonic Text into the palm of his left hand and integrated it into his body - the trouble that the Book of Demonic Text had nowhere to be placed was unexpectedly solved.

At this time, the sound outside became louder and louder. He heard Hermione's sharp voice, Harry's annoyed shouting, Dumbledore's calm rebuttal, and Fudge's yelling, accompanied by the uneasy commotion, everything seemed messy.

"Foji..."

Felix's eyes flashed. He expected that this scene would happen sooner or later - either today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, as long as Fudge did not admit the existence of Voldemort, he would definitely cause trouble for Dumbledore and himself. In order to avoid this kind of life continuing, Felix made some preparations in advance.

"Doby." He whispered.

A very loud burst was confined to the small space, and the sound echoed in the temporary tent and could not spread out. Felix withdrew his hand and looked at the sudden appearance of the house elf.

Dobby was still dressed up, but she had a big pocket on her back.

"So, Voldemort and the Death Eaters both left?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Happ! You guessed it very accurately!" Dobby shivered and shivered when he heard the name, and then his big eyes shone, looking at him with admiration in his eyes, "I really didn't expect that Dobby would be able to participate in such a great thing. Dobby, Dobby is so honored."

"But, but..." He glanced at Felix carefully and opened the pocket behind him, "Several misfortunes were damaged."

"It's not your fault, I've been prepared for this a long time ago," Felix said.

Inside the bag are small handheld cameras and their fragments, well, Muggle products, without any trace of magic, the "Future World" company purchased a batch in batches for research, and received a discount because of the large quantity.

While Harry was enduring the Spell of the Heart, Felix arranged some of them around the cemetery from afar. It is understandable that some of the losses were lost due to the huge damage caused by the Battle of the Cemetery.

"Dobi has collected all the pieces that can be found, and maybe it can be repaired." Dobi said with his chest raised.

"...You're doing well, Dobby." Felix glanced at the tape that was broken in the bag. He didn't know if he could use magic to repair it.

He leaned over and picked up a complete camera, fiddled with the buttons, looked down and looked over. The quality of the picture was quite bad, but he was still satisfied. "Voldemort's bald head was quite conspicuous...Doby, hide them and no one can reveal them."

"As for the order, Mr. Happ!" Dobby said happily, delighted at his trust in Felix, and he carried his big pocket again, "Sir, if Mr. Lupin, or Mr. Harry Potter ask-"

"They don't know about this." Felix said expressionlessly.

"Oh... OK." Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared from the tent.

Felix stared deep at the place where Dobby disappeared.

He should have called Dumbledore. This is safer, but he finally quashed the approach. It has nothing to do with personal affairs - he has always been with Dumbledore, but he wants to reduce variables as much as possible and put the rhythm of things completely into his own control. So he would rather use Dobby than reveal it to Dumbledore.

"Human hearts are unpredictable..." he murmured.

Felix had three goals for such a long time, completing the time loop, solving Hermione's time backlash, and bringing back Harry and the other two. As for the matter outside of it, it was not within his consideration.

His tacit understanding with Dumbledore has always been derived from their common interests - to eliminate Voldemort. But this time, Felix's "interest" changed and became very small. Voldemort was dispensable in his eyes, but he was not sure what Dumbledore would make.

A worry was born naturally:

Is it more important to find his three goals, or is it more important to find opportunities to destroy Voldemort's body and eliminate a war in advance?

Uncontrolled, it must be excluded from the plan. This is the real idea when Felix was planning.

"Then next, go out to face Foxy." Felix said to himself. He guessed that in order to divert the public's attention, Foxy would definitely create some specious evidence and focus on him. There was no way, and he was indeed very suspicious.

Fudge is likely to link “Traveling into the Ministry of Magic” to what happened tonight.

At that time, Felix will take him away in the name of "cooperating with the investigation", and Felix will definitely cooperate with him. If Felix can still think of using Azkaban's dementor to get rid of his threat, Felix will definitely applaud.

When the decisive evidence came out, Forge was doomed.

In fact, Felix may also make a comeback if he presents evidence now, but he always feels that it is not insurance. The public's perception of Fauci has always been "weak" and "mediocre", but this evaluation is still far from the impression of "hiding the hero who fights the Dark King into prison with his own hands" - the former is still tolerant, while the latter is angering.

And anger will lead to Fudge's resignation, whether he wants it or not.

Felix waved to cancel the sound magic in the tent, and the noise outside came in, and he happened to hear Fudge's crazy roar-

"Are you going to fight against the Ministry of Magic?"

Felix's expression was stunned, and his hand that was placed on the curtain retracted.

A few minutes ago—

Forge walked around the clearing with his big belly. Less than a hundred feet away from him, two temporary tents were erected, one being regarded as a temporary hospital; the other, where he had his goal, but was blocked.

He stared at Harry, Ron and Hermione who were guarding the door, feeling extremely irritated.

He had a strong impulse, ordering Auror to force himself to rush in and take the person out, but he was a little afraid. Dumbledore was not far away... Besides, even if he succeeded, he captured the person with great fanfare. Finally, the investigation results showed that he had arrested the wrong person. How did he explain to the public?

The saliva of the people will drown him.

"Peace them!" Fudge turned his head aside and looked at Dumbledore. "They are blatantly fighting against the Ministry of Magic, against me-I said, I just asked Felix Hepp to cooperate with the investigation, not a conviction, but a precaution."

"Connelly," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I did not refuse your request, but--as Miss Granger said, you need to wait for a while, Felix has experienced a harsh battle, and he needs time to deal with his injuries."

"I've been waiting outside for an hour, an hour! I've made a concession... When do you want me to wait?" Fudge shouted, "Will I still abuse him? I will definitely hire a therapist from St. Mungo--"

"The professor is the best therapist," said Hermione, who shivered in the night, and said in a sharp voice: "What's more, are you really sure that St. Mungo's therapist can handle the injuries left by Voldemort?" She said the name with difficulty, and a breath sounded around her.

Fudge stared at Hermione and growled: "Don't mention that name! I'm not sure about the mysterious man--"

"Mr. Minister," Harry pointed to his clothes, "I can assure you that Voldemort is really back."

"You may have been hit by the confusion curse. Old Crouch said for a while that his son was innocent." Fudge said impatiently, "You know nothing."

"You can have someone check it out," Harry said sincerely, "I was hit by a few snails, and it should leave traces?"

"Standard lie," Fudge waved his hand, "students cannot bear the pain of the trance curse, let alone several!"
To be continued...