Chapter 600 Arm Help (Happy New Year for everyone!)

Clang.

Harry fell on the cold stone floor, his scars were so painful, and the scene of his previous battle with Principal Dumbledore remained in his mind.

No, that's not myself, but Voldemort!

When he put his tilted glasses in a straight face, he found that the single table was knocked over by him, and the test paper was pressed under his thighs. The students around him looked at him in a daze and frightened. Professor TOFD passed by the crowd and looked at him worriedly. There were more complicated emotions in his eyes, but Harry couldn't tell for a moment.

"You...Potter, are you okay?"

"I--It's OK-" Harry said breathlessly, not looking at the wrinkled face, nor at Hermione, Ron and Neville who were trying hard to squeeze in. He lowered his head, and the red light in his eyes slowly calmed down.

"Maybe it was a nightmare, the students were under a lot of pressure during this period." Professor Haypu's voice came in from the crowd.

"Yes, I had a nightmare..." Harry said, thankful to find an excuse.

"But you said before-" Professor TOFUDI glared at Harry, then turned to look at the students who kept coming over, and gave up and continued to ask. "Okay, Potter, can you still take the exam? Have you finished the exam?"

"It's over." Harry lied.

He still had a few empty questions and had not checked the test papers, but he didn't feel that he could answer questions with peace of mind in this state. Moreover, what Professor Happ said in class - "If you don't fight an unprepared battle, many things are destined before the results happen" - can very well illustrate the current situation.

Harry thought he had expected the consequences: his magical history would fail.

"Then I'll take you to the school hospital." Professor TOFUDI said.

"I don't need it, I can -- well -- go out for some breath."

Harry said vaguely, he hurriedly sent the test paper to Professor TOFUDI, "I'm sorry, I'll leave first." As he said that, he covered his forehead and strode out, "Harry!" Hermione called him behind his back. Harry didn't respond, but he just walked with his head down, and he didn't have time to think until he walked out of the exam room.

He wanted to enter that state again and see the battle between Principal Dumbledore and Voldemort, but at this time Harry was depressed to find that his brain closure was spontaneously running and he could not receive anything, so the idea was completely cut off.

Harry angrily smashed the niche with the academy hourglass, but his hands hurt a lot.

This calmed him down a little. He wandered around the black foyer like a fly for a long time, and finally walked through the oak gate and walked out of the castle. He stepped on the steps. The sunlight outside was a little dazzling, and the sky was very blue. You could see the waves of the black lake in the distance.

Harry narrowed his eyes and tried to think about the solution.

What exactly should he do?

Tell Professor Hepp! By the way, Harry thought, he regretted why he hadn't thought of this just now, so he turned around and ran to the castle. At this time, Hermione and Ron hurriedly ran out of the hall. After seeing Harry, he pulled him into the corridor without saying a word.

Harry couldn't touch his head and could only watch Hermione pull him into a nearby broom, lifted his wand to lock the door, then turned around and looked at him seriously with Ron.

"What's wrong - why are you out? The exam is not over yet-"

"I've finished answering," Hermione said quickly, and Ron shrugged, "I've written everything I can, the rest..." He left a meaningful pause. Hermione said with a serious expression: "Harry, your scar is hurting again, right?"

“Yes, I saw—”

"Dumbledore, you mentioned Principal Dumbledore, saying he was cursed or something, and he was dead," Hermione said quickly, "and you fell to the ground and knocked over the table."

Harry was frightened, "Is this what I said?"

Ron nodded with a wooden face.

"So you know why we came out early, right? Before the rumors spread, we have to think of a decent excuse."

"I saw Principal Dumbledore from Voldemort's perspective," Harry said in a hollow voice: "He was dueling Voldemort, and...it seemed to be at a disadvantage," Hermione and Ron widened their eyes at the same time.

"Oh, by the way! I'm going to go to Professor Hayp, I have to tell him about this-"

Harry said anxiously that he didn't know why he wasted all this time again.

"Wait, Harry," Hermione said calmly, "Do you think Professor Hepp wouldn't know? He was in the exam room just now."

Harry stopped and looked back at Hermione, not understanding what she meant for a while. After a long time, he stammered: "You mean Professor Hepp knows? This is, yes-"

"A duel arranged in advance?"

"Guardian!" Hermione was about to speak, but Ron suddenly spoke, "Harry, your guardian!"

"What-oh! You mean Professor Happ has collected from me these days-" Harry showed an enlightened expression. In the past half month, his experience of reporting to the Ancient Magical Text Office after the exam every day appeared in front of his eyes, "Do you think this matter is related to today's duel?"

"I don't know, Harry, but the professor obviously didn't intend to get us involved," Hermione whispered, "we can't do anything," she added.

Harry walked around the narrow broom, kicking the broom blocking the road away. He was trying to clarify the incident. First, Principal Dumbledore might have fought Voldemort, at this moment! Professor Happ seemed to know about this, but he did not go to help. Why? All signs showed that he did know something, and those helpless patron saints in glass bottles were evidence.

"Harry, you just said that Principal Dumbledore was at a disadvantage?" Hermione asked softly.

"I—well, I'm not sure," Harry shook his head, trying to recall the brief scene he saw. "I could feel Voldemort's emotions, he was excited and confident, and seemed to be completely sure of winning, and he also mentioned the curse-"

"Isn't that a lie?" Ron said, clearly breathing a sigh of relief. "We've seen it with our own eyes."

Harry didn't say anything, and he felt it was difficult to describe Voldemort's emotional fluctuations in words. He was too confident and seemed to really think that he could kill Dumbledore, so he was deceived?

"I think Professor Hepp stayed at school because he knew the curse was fake." Ron said calmly, "We can check with the professor, oh--it's not possible now, there are still twenty minutes left before the end of the exam."

"Can you still see the scene of their duel now?" Hermione asked with a key question.

"No," Harry said in a muffled manner, "isolated by brain closure."

This is really a bad thing.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron pretended to be relaxed: "That's okay. We should believe Dumbledore. Think about the first two battles. He hasn't lost against the mysterious man yet! He is the most powerful white wizard... By the way, Harry, I think you may not realize that the O.W.Ls exam is over."

"It's over?" Harry repeated in a daze, his mind still not turning.

"Yes, we have been busy all year, and we finally got rid of the exam and came out half an hour earlier than this class of students," Ron grinned. "They are still in the exam room. It's great."

"This is definitely worth bragging for a lifetime!"

...

“It’s not here either.”

Felix walked out of the drip cave, and a ball of raging fire was burning in the wet and dim air behind him, and a hoarse voice from the flames came from the shrill voice of a woman.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Another piece of soul fragments that were cut into pieces, so Voldemort just taught the woman how to split the soul, but didn't teach her how to make Horcruxes? Voldemort lied to her?"

Felix expanded a map with dozens of small dots on it. They were all members of the Order of the Phoenix. These people were divided into seven groups, and the dots representing their names kept jumping on the parchment. There were large blanks on the map, but some important places were marked on it:

Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Hogsmead, Godrick Valley, Witch Town, Five Feather Street, Zombie Trail, Komgarry Valley, Wu's Orphanage site, London communities, UK counties...

Anything that has some connection with the magic world is condensed on this map.

Will Voldemort hide Horcrux and Bellatrix abroad?

After discussing with Dumbledore, Felix and Dumbledore believed that the possibility was not high. Even if Voldemort was morbidly attached to the rule of the British magic world, there were more realistic factors that played a role: for wizards, distance was actually not very meaningful.

If it can be found in the UK, it will not be hidden in a corner of the world for too long.

Many times, this is just a magical matter.

What's more...

Felix visited several famous witch festivals in Africa who specifically hid his identity. They mastered a magical skill of relying on self-harm to make inaccurate prophecies. After paying the large amount of Galon, an old wizard who had not lived long finally agreed to divine him.

But the two had a disagreement on the divination content.

The old wizard insisted on disagreeing to directly use a powerful wizard like Voldemort as the target of divination. According to him, it was that "the price required is too high and the result is not reliable."

So the divination content fell on Felix - depending on his luck this day. The final conclusion was quite vague, and the old wizard said in a sensation that he would "get a lot of arm help" today.

Felix was not very satisfied with the result, but the old wizard had already started vomiting blood. There was no way, so he could only give Garon farewell and leave, just to get a good start from an authoritative person - if Felix asked Trelawney, God knew what she would say when she was awake.

He didn't want to hear anything "unknown" before the final battle.

Felix's biggest reliance was the various preparations he made in advance - whether it was Voldemort's magic extracted from the Death Eater, Bellatrix's hair collected at the Malfoy Manor, or the clone with an extremely real entity that was invigilating for him.

He even held the last backhand.

That was the inspiration brought to him by the house elf. In order to keep the secret to the greatest extent, Amelia Bones had to secretly spend two weeks alone to piece together the entire content of the ancient material from the pile of old papers...

Felix picked up the sound transmission mirror, and the mirror was a photo of Sirius - this was taken by Harry holding Sirius, so most of the time, Sirius in the photo seemed quite impatient, constantly fiddling with the tassels hanging from the hat to the tip of his nose to pass the time.

"Sirius."

The person in the photo jumped up immediately. After a few seconds, Sirius said with a serious expression: "Everything is ready, Clice is by my side." His voice seemed low, calm and solemn.

"I'll come here right now."

Felix said, stepping out and appearing on the steps in front of Grimo Square 12.

Sirius held Clicche's hand and waited there. Sirius whispered, "I've agreed with Clicche, he knows the meaning of doing so." At this time, two crisp "crackling" sounds came from the door, and Remus Lupin and Tonks appeared holding hands.

"Felix?" Lupin said: "We carefully checked the twelve locations on the map, using the detectors you gave, but found nothing."

Felix nodded slightly, indicating that he knew.

A few minutes later, not much left before the scheduled time, several groups of members of the Order of the Phoenix returned one after another, and they did not find any trace of Bellatrix. The best case was that like Felix, they discovered the evil products mixed with Bellatrix's soul fragments and Voldemort's magic.

"That thing is really mixed with Bellatrix's soul?" Frank Longbotton asked in surprise. After receiving a positive answer, his face showed a complex sigh. "I know Voldemort is cruel and vicious, but I didn't expect that he would not even let his last loyal subordinate go..."

"The group of people in Alasto hasn't come back yet, nothing will happen?" Bill Weasley said with a frown.

Felix looked down and browsed the complete map in his hand, "He was in normal condition, maybe he was tripped-"

At this time, Kliche tiptoed to Felix and pulled his sleeve, "Dear Mr. Hepp, can Kliche really take on the heavy responsibility? Kliche, can Kliche play a role in destroying the Black Devil?"

"Your role is much greater than you think, and I can guarantee you safety," Felix said.
To be continued...