In the village of Hogsmeade, Felix is ​​talking to a representative of the French Ministry of Magic.

The man named "Gilles Fitzgeral" was very talkative. If he ignored his regular movement of reaching out to smooth out his poorly sparse hair, the whole process was quite relaxed and pleasant.

"I heard that Mr. Hepp is also the school director of Boothbaton, a talent that Mr. Nick Lemay has discovered with keen eyes... He is really picking the right person. Mr. Lemay has always been generous. I received a considerable amount of scholarships when I was in school. He is such a good person, right, Mellon?"

Giles turned to look at the middle-aged wizard next to him, who was the vice-chancellor of Boothbaton.

"You are right." said Mellon steadily, "Mr. Lemay's departure is a loss to the French magical world."

Giles cleared his throat, "That's it, but we welcome Mr. Happ again, history is always reincarnation..."

"Yes." Vice-President Mellon said briefly.

Felix smiled and said nothing. The conversation happened when Giles asked around the bush about his arrangements for the Boothbaton scholarship. When he learned that everything was as usual, Giles spent ten minutes praising him in a scattered manner. However, when Giles found out that Felix was not interested in the part of his touting, he turned to praise Nicole Lemay's contributions in a high-profile manner.

Nick Lemay left a lot of legacy, but Felix only took away the most useful part for him, and kept the restoration of the other things there. He had only been to Nick's vault at the Gringott branch in France, and there were not many alchemy items worthy of his attention.

So when the ancient Lingge fairy took out a thick stack of contracts, he did not choose to abolish any of them.

Felix thought it would make him happy to do so.

"It's a bit windy today," Giles muttered, reaching out to push the strand of hair that was constantly teasing his nose aside.

But soon, there were noises coming from afar, and Felix looked up into the distance, his expression becoming serious.

He stretched out his hand and a small black dot appeared in the palm of his palm. The dot quickly smudged like ink dripping in clear water. In the blink of an eye, a book appeared in his hand.

"Mr. Happ?" Giles asked in surprise, while looking at the book of Demonic Text in his hand curiously.

"We're in trouble, Mr. Giles. Notify the others to hide for a while." Felix said calmly, his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared again, he was already standing near the edge of Hogsmeade.

An exaggerated black tornado hit Hogsmeade village, and wherever the black tornado went, turning the rocks, turf, heads, trees were uprooted, and the wizards were in a mess.

"quiet."

Felix heard Amelia Bones' loud voice and said, but the effect was minimal, and everyone was scared by the sudden natural disaster. Although the tornado was still a long way away, the howling wind and rainwater vapor had already arrived first and were hitting down.

"Ministry of Magic, Striker, fight the storm with me." Ms. Bones shouted loudly, and the Ministry of Magic staff appeared from hidden corners.

Felix pressed his hand on the Book of Magic, and the pages were turned "rat" and more than a dozen milky white balls of light flew out from it, rushing straight towards the huge behemoth.

"It's lighting!"

"Professor Happ is here."

The black tornado swallowed the ball of light in one bite. After a few seconds, the volume of the tornado expanded rapidly, as if it was about to roll down the clouds in the sky, and to pierce dazzling beams of light from the whirling vortex, barely breaking it apart before it broke into the village.

The black tornado was forced to disperse into more than a dozen small whirlwinds, rushing into the village and beginning to rage. The stones and branches fell from a high altitude. Felix watched a rock the size of a human head smash a big hole in the roof of a shop. The whirlwinds blow the furniture ornaments everywhere, looking like some kind of vomiting monster.

Felix had to stop after breaking a small tornado. He stood in the scattered airflow and stared at the sky. A black-robed wizard appeared in the air, his facial features were blurred and his skin was pale.

His red eyes looked down at the mess below and smiled silently. Are thousands of wizards useful?

"Come up." He said lip-syncingly.

Felix was unmoved, staring at Voldemort with silver eyes. From the perspective of the Theses, his soul emitted a black light from the inside out, and more than one piece was missing, like a rotten pumpkin that was gnawed by wild beasts and discarded.

A thought flashed through Felix's mind: Voldemort's soul is uglier than his appearance.

He counted it several times, and there were seven gaps in total.

In other words, Voldemort made a total of seven Horcruxes... Including the body, he divided his soul into eight parts.

They have destroyed four of the Horcruxes, diary, crown, Gunter ring, and snake. There are three left: Slytherin's locket is in Dumbledore's hands; Harry, who is a half-horact, cannot be stripped yet; and the last one - unknown.

Felix's lips squirmed, telling Dumbledore in a corner of Hogsmeade. After all this, he kicked the stone under his feet away, jumped into the air, and faced Voldemort far away.

"I'm a little over you, Voldemort," said Felix. "The people who claim to be rulers actually kill innocent people."

"Just say hello, do you care about accidentally hurting an ant or two?" Voldemort said lazily, he twisted the snake-wood staff in his hand, looking at Felix's silver eyes, and his snake-like nostrils expanded excitedly, "Sure enough... you have transformed yourself, have you chosen the Theatre?"

"Ah," Felix said quietly, "After all, it's a creature with some connection with death."

"But they are too weak, and I tend to be basilisks," Voldemort commented in a high tone: "I have cultivated several, but unfortunately none of them grow up, which may be because of the lack of some key steps. Later I found out that I prefer black magic. I did some experiments on myself, some success, some failures... This is the price of being at the forefront of the entire magic world, and I had to do some trial and error."

Voldemort enjoyed this pre-war communication, one of his few interests. But in this world, there are few people who can discuss magic with him, especially since he and Dumbledore have no common language - Dumbledore has always greeted him with transforming techniques, and keeping his mouth shut is "the power of love".

"Why didn't you see Dumbledore? You've got a stumble?" Voldemort said maliciously, his snake-like pupils looking down below.

"Isn't this what you expected? Before you appeared, I killed more than a dozen dark wizards, and he might not be accustomed to leaving early." Felix said.

Voldemort looked at his face carefully, as if he was examining the truth of this statement.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "he's no longer my opponent."

"Tsk." Felix smacked his lips.

"Do you think I'm talking big?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know. But it seems that you finally found a suitable wand for yourself, so you dared to appear openly." Felix said that from the beginning, Voldemort placed the wand in the most conspicuous position.

"The wand made by Salazar Slytherin himself was inherited by his best descendants." Voldemort spread his hands, and the wand in his hand burst out with a green light, buzzing and trembling.

"That would be true for you." Felix said slowly.

After a brief exchange, a fierce battle broke out.

...

The village of Hogsmeade is already in chaos.

Mrs. Mojin ran out of her broken shop and looked very embarrassed. Her shop door was blown away, and she didn't know where she ran. When she saw Voldemort in the air, she suddenly collapsed on the ground and said in a daze: "It's true...he's really back..."

The calm wizards gathered together to fight the small tornado that had just been broken by Felix.

The staff members who were placed in advance by the Ministry of Magic came in handy. Some wizards with great combat power also took the initiative to join in the middle. The owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar cursed and smashed a small tornado. He raised his head and saw the white-bearded old man who was somewhat similar to him not far away.

"You are useless." Abuforth said bluntly.

Dumbledore waved his hand to disperse a whirlwind, listened with his ears, and after a few seconds, a complicated expression appeared in his eyes, surprise, regret, and hesitation. When he raised his head, he found that his younger brother was staring at him with a fierce look, as if he was hesitating whether to punch him in the nose.

"Ah, sorry, what did you just say?"

Dumbledore glanced in a hurry into the distance. The battle had begun. Felix led Voldemort outside the village. The battle between the two resounded throughout the valley. The black thunder accompanied by dazzling golden flames plowed the earth over and over again. Then there was a rain of spears, rain of gold coins and... Is that a bottle jam for butter beer?

In the corner, a fat wizard with a walrus beard looked around and smiled awkwardly when he met Dumbledore's sight.

...

A big golden bird fell from the sky. It had a golden tail, a pair of sharp claws of the same color, and a string of people hung on its legs, especially one dragging on its tail. Fox tweeted dissatisfiedly, throwing the guy who was pulling its tail feathers all the way away.

"Oh My God--"

"Ouch! Don't press me."

"Don't talk, stay alert!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville climbed up from the ground and saw Sirius looking around with his wand vigilantly, "Take out the wand, children." Harry and the other four did as they did. There was a mess in front of them, with gravel everywhere, and the window showing the goods was ragged. No window was intact. The sign of a store was smashed by something, and the dust was covered with a thick layer.

"That's Mrs. Mokin's shop, where is her door?" Ron said, pointing to the robe shop that opened wide.

A figure staggered into the store, Draco Malfoy. He almost rolled and crawled into Mrs. Mokin's store.

"What's wrong with him?" Neville said in confusion.

"Maybe I'm scared," Ron said contemptly: "No one begged him to come, he was holding Fox's tail himself."

Harry looked at Mrs. Mojin's robe shop and remained silent. He suddenly felt that he had been deceived.

Malfoy said he supported Professor Hepp, but he kept silent about how to support him, let alone admitting that his father was a Death Eater. The only valuable information Malfoy said throughout the process was that he admitted that he handed over the diary (horcrux) to Professor Hepp.

But the problem is that Malfoy didn't know that the diary was a Horcrux.

Thinking about it now, this doesn't mean anything at all. Maybe he was afraid of being controlled by the diary again, so he took the initiative to hand over. Moreover, the candidate for the professor was Professor Hepp, who was also from Slytherin College. As he said himself, he didn't want to have anything to do with the secret room...

As for whether he had considered the safety of the young wizard from a Muggle family, only God knows.

"We're late?" Neville asked, with tension and excitement remaining on his face, which he regarded as a formal operation against Voldemort. "The mysterious man raided here? But what about the professor? Where is Principal Dumbledore? Where are the staff of the Ministry of Magic?"

There is no one around.

The Phoenix raised his head and shouted, flew straight in one direction.

They glanced at each other.

"Let's keep up!" Sirius whispered, "Remember, we're not here to fight. I've fought with Voldemort and know how terrifying his strength is... We must first meet with the principal, Felix or the Ministry of Magic and tell them what Harry thinks." Speaking of this, he was silent for a moment, "You are all students, but they are also the most determined warriors. I hope you can grow up. No matter how much I speak in class, it's better to practice it once. So, don't die."

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville nodded silently. This feeling is really different from the usual classroom.

"Boom!"

There was a huge sound coming from a distance, as if a mountain had collapsed.

"It's the direction Fox left, and the professor and Principal Dumbledore might be there," Harry said.

They ran quickly, and the streets were filled with fragments of buildings, and furniture ornaments, books, cages, clothes that came from somewhere... They were terrified to climb over obstacles, but fortunately, they did not find any body.

“It’s there!”

There were dense crowds of wizards in the distance, as if everyone in the village of Hogsmeade had gathered there, and the Phoenix Forks flew forward, sprinkling a starry sky, and it finally stopped on a rusty bracket with a broken wood sign below.

"Pig Head Bar."

They exchanged their eyes and were very curious about Fox stopping here. Harry walked forward and looked through the window that had broken a big hole. He almost fainted by the sudden smell of sheep. Several tables near the door were covered with dust, and the ground was dirty and full of greasy stains.
To be continued...