"Click--"

Several little wizards holding magic wands stared at a big belly man, holding a big camera with a slightly smoke in his hand. The sound just now was made by this thing.

"Bozo, take a few more photos." Rita Skit next to the photographer ordered. She was trembling with excitement. This was big news, comparable to the Ifamoni student protests in France, or even more so. The president of the American Magical French Association did not step down at the time, but in Rita Skit's view, Fauci's step down was almost a foregone conclusion.

She looked up and unexpectedly found herself in the focus of her sight.

"The people need the truth, um-I will report it truthfully." She said with a hypocritical smile.

Rita Skit wore a dark red robe today with some sequins on the hem of the robe, which was not conspicuous at night - at least a lot less prominent than when she appeared in the previous few times, which is why many little wizards didn't find her.

Harry noticed that her nails changed from bright red to emerald green.

"Hateful guy-" Ron whispered, and then he added, "It's not that bad. Except that it's really annoying at the beginning, she's doing things quite authentically. She even helped us several times, which is so strange..."

Collins snorted beside him.

"What?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Didn't you read her reports in recent times?" Cedric stammered: "After a few months of silence, she began to publish a large number of articles, create warriors' rumors, and arrange private life..." Qiu had had a few troubles with him about this, but this was a happy trouble.

The short photographer named Bozo was taciturn, but had a bad temper. "Range, this is a photo that won the news award-" he said rudely, pushing a little wizard away and choosing the right angle. With a few "clicks" and purple smoke, Faugi's big face remained on the film.

At this time, Felix came out of the makeshift tent, clearing his throat and looking around.

"Professor, you're awake!"

"Professor Hayp——"

"Very good!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione said in surprise, everyone moved their eyes away from the weird curly hair of Rita Skitter and the purple mist that the black camera kept spraying out, and looked at Felix in unison.

"Thank you, thank you," Felix said, "You did help a lot. If my...treatment...is interrupted, it will indeed have a significant impact." Harry and the other two understood what he had not finished in their words in an instant.

Other students read from these words what Hermione had said before. They waved their wands happily, and Fred shouted: "This is what we should do, professor, how much confinement have you helped us escape."

The originally serious atmosphere was broken by Fred's joke, but unexpectedly, many students nodded in agreement.

"Professor Haip has given me some tips on the fish bone curse--"

"He knows everything about the creatures in the Black Lake!"

"It is said that the house elves in the kitchen have a mysterious recipe, which is contributed by Professor Haypu—"

"No wonder I often hear the news of professors and Valen having midnight snacks..."

"Professor Haipu has caught me and entered the Forbidden Forest. Not only did he not be confined, he also invited me to travel with the Forbidden Forest... We met the terrifying eight-eyed giant spider, and I had a nightmare for two days! Afterwards, I thought it might have been arranged by the professor..."

"What a cunning professor!"

The students were talking. Professor McGonagall's lips were pursed in a line, and his stern eyes circled between the student and Felix.

"Forget it, Minerva, look at how popular he is." Professor Flevy said with a smile.

"In a simple saying, he took the lead in breaking the rules, but I didn't see it..." Professor McGonagall said in distress, "I can only let go of the past and not take the example."

When the voice calmed down, Felix set his sights on Fudge and the Ministry of Magic. They stood motionless like pumpkin lanterns that added festive atmosphere to the Christmas hall.

"Please allow me to argue a few words—" he said, "if the Minister still thinks I should be responsible for what tonight, I am willing to cooperate."

"Professor!" Harry looked at him anxiously.

"It's okay," Felix shook his head at him, looking at the three dirty faces that were close to each other, hesitating for a moment, and said to Hermione: "Miss Granger, can you please help?"

Hermione nodded repeatedly.

Felix looked at her eyes, and the magic of the Thinking House flashed. Then he pulled out his wand and placed it in front of her - Hermione reached out to grab it - and then, a wisp of mist began to gush out from the tip of the wand, which was wrapped in something like a soap bubble, which stretched out the soap bubbles bigger and bigger.

"Imagine the most impressive memory tonight." Felix said, of course, this was for others to hear about, and he and Hermione had communicated with each other in the thinking cabin.

When someone's head was so big, Felix disconnected it from the wand, and the soap bubble shone brightly in the black night sky and slowly drifted into the air.

"I seemed to see some figures." said a young wizard staring at the soap bubble.

"I saw it, too."

When the soap bubbles flew to a height of thirty feet, hundreds of people around could clearly see it. At this time, Felix waved his wand, and the soap bubbles exploded with a "pop", and the fog inside fell like snowflakes, forming a dynamic picture.

Those present saw Harry, and there was a flash of Ron tied to the black tombstone. This was obviously from the perspective of the bystander. Combined with the professor's behavior, it should be what Hermione saw.

Harry in the picture was covered in dust, with his back facing them, and shouted excitedly: "You dare not use a life-seeking spell on me, right? You are afraid of the magic protection my mother gave me with her life, and are worried that the spell will rebound on you again, so that you will be done! It has become a joke!"

Everyone stared at it, and then they saw the person opposite Harry, "hiss-" Many students and Aurors took a breath.

They saw a nightmare face, pale than a skeleton, with blood-red eyes. It should be that the nose is located at only two thin slits, like a snake. He was wearing a thin black robe, and his clothes were rolled up in the night wind, showing a skeleton figure...

"Mysterious man!" someone shouted in panic, "He is really back!"

Adults—including the professors, Aurors, and other schools—have shown a cautious look. Some of them may have only heard of Voldemort’s terror, and some have not even heard of it, but the oppression of this person in the picture is accurately conveyed to their hearts.

Even if you just know that one "resurrected from the dead" is enough for them to be on guard.

In the picture, Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry as if he was staring at them all, and then he showed a terrible smile and recited a spell: "Heart-broken!"

There was another exclamation in the crowd, and some people were afraid to see it. However, Harry actually blocked it and insisted not to fall down. Instead, he provoked loudly. Everyone couldn't help but feel sweat for him. Sirius stared at Voldemort's shadow, and his teeth creaked.

Voldemort was obviously angry with Harry, and he chanted the mantra loudly. At this time, a red light fell from the sky and blocked Harry's body...

"It's Professor Hayp!"

"He is in the air, it's incredible-"

"It's so weird. Didn't you see the silver wings he showed in his second project?"

"I just didn't expect that thing could actually fly!"

The picture ends here. Felix does not intend to show the complete process for the time being. First, to avoid the world from seeing Voldemort's power and thus losing confidence; second, he does not want the process of his resurrection to be repeatedly spread...

He glanced at Rita Skit in the corner, and she was stretching out her fat hand to instruct the photographer to take a photo.

He only needs to pick out a picture that can show Voldemort's cruelty.

"That's all for the time being," Felix said in a suppressed silence. "It's just a proof, not an absolute proof, and Granger's condition is a bit bad..."

Hermione panted in time.

"—I have more evidence, which is more reliable than memory, but it may have to be taken out at the trial?" He looked at Foggy as if he was asking for advice. Foggy's face seemed to be ashamed, as if he had not heard him at all.

"Of course not," Dumbledore said softly, "I will as the chief wizard of Wiesengamor, convene all Wiesengamor members to meet, Felix, and hope you will be present to testify."

“This is what I should have done.”

Felix said in cooperation.

Fudge kept muttering to himself, "He is back--really back-how could it be-how could it be--"

"So Mr. Minister, do you have any questions? Or are you worried that I will run away before the meeting?" Felix asked.

Forge's lips were squirming and trembling, "No...No..." He forced a stiff smile, but someone interrupted him unceremoniously. It was Mrs. Pomfrey, who had been waiting aside for a long time.

"So - the matter is finally over? Thank God!" She quickly walked to Harry and the others, "You need treatment. It's been several hours since you need it. Do you really think it's so easy to resist the curse?" She pushed and shoved, pushing Harry, Ron and Hermione like a duck.

"Ouch—" Ron screamed in pain, "Be gentle, Mrs. Pomfrey."

"Aren't you very hero just now?" Mrs. Pomfrey looked at him dissatisfiedly, "That's an unforgivable curse--"

"But I was hurting my legs." Ron looked at her aggrievedly.

"...Okay, you're right, I won't argue with the patients..." She said in a nagging manner, taking the three of them to the temporary tent next door for treatment.

Dumbledore also arranged for the professor to take the students back to the castle in time.

"Although I appreciate you showing great integrity and courage tonight, I must remind you that it's too late now, go back and have a nap and will not arrange any courses in the last week of this school year..."

The students cheered loudly, and then several students yawned, as if they were contagious. Soon everyone yawned and felt tired.

While no one noticed, Fuji slipped away quietly like a fat mouse.

"Wait, Mr. Minister, you have also dropped your top hat—" George picked up a gray hat from the ground and shouted at him, and Forge turned his head blankly, and the top hat flew towards him under the influence of a spell and hit him on the nose.

The students who saw this scene burst into laughter.

The Aurors did not react at all to this, and they dragged their heavy steps away.

"Delix," Felix said to Froggy's embarrassment with satisfaction and called out to Auror who was walking behind him, "Here I'll take time to visit her in the next two days."

Delis nodded.

Fudge paused when he heard this, but he did not turn around, but just staggered a lot, and fell twice in a row before he disappeared from Felix's sight.

"I used to be quite happy with him," Dumbledore said softly, looking into the distance, "When he first became minister, he asked me for advice and help, but later, his confidence grew and he could make his own decisions, perhaps because of his disgust with the cautious experience before, he became obsessed with rights and looked at everyone who might shake his status with a vigilant look..."

"Albus," Felix smiled slightly, "I've already started looking forward to days without Foggy."

...

late at night.

The room was dimly lit, and the portraits of the principals on the walls were snoring.

Dumbledore sat on a chair behind the desk, thinking quietly, and the silverware on the table made a loud noise. After a while, he opened the drawer on the left, where there was a locket and a magic wand.

Both of these things are related to Voldemort - the former is one of his Horcruxes and the latter is his purple-shirted wooden wand, which Dumbledore seized from Old Crouch on Christmas Eve.

But in addition to the locker box and wand, there is another ring in the drawer now. The ring is very big, like made of gold, with rough craftsmanship, and a heavy black stone with cracks in the middle embedded on it.

"Resurrection Stone...is not the time." Dumbledore murmured softly, his fingers brushing his black gem on the ring.

He closed the drawer with great patience and gasped slightly.

"You're old, Dumbledore." said the school hat on the shelf.
Chapter completed!