Chapter 605 News spreads

At the beginning of the holiday, Felix disappeared for two full weeks.

He only contacted the outside world through owls or sound transmission mirrors. Each reply was very brief, and usually attached the words "Concentrate on research, please do not disturb if you have to do it." This reduced his social activities by 90%. All kinds of smart people who smelled clues were also shut up, including those who waved Gulingo Golden Ticket to invest in the "Future World" company.

This is not to say that Felix stayed in the door all day and stayed in Classroom No. 7 to accompany someone with a hairless guy.

He always believes that a good mood can help improve work efficiency.

So during these times he went to the Grand Canyon to see the Red River and the seabed to see the corals. Of course, he might suddenly appear at his friend's doorstep. The number of wizards is not too high, but it is also too small. Take the UK as an example. There are more than 20,000 wizards living in a population of nearly 60 million. In the conversion, the total population of wizards is about 2 million. There may be errors in the number, but the size will not change.

It just seems relatively rare when it is scattered around the world.

There are also many famous attractions in the Wizard World, such as the Female Ghost Forest, Ghost Town, Vampire Community, and other distinctive magic places. They are like the black markets in different countries, with strange rules... If you want to spend a pleasant afternoon, you must abide by it.

For example, a vampire community that is open to the public requires "smile without showing off", and it is difficult for the wizard family to come and play to find out whether the hawker who claims to sell you authentic "vampire food" is a real vampire. Felix seriously suspects that it is a disguise by an ordinary wizard.

"Blood rose, every bite is mellow!" A pale and acne-covered witch shouted vigorously, and her eyes lit up when she saw Felix, "Sir, you have such a good vision - no lady will refuse - uh -"

He lowered his head and looked at Valen wearing a ladies hat and coughed violently.

"Ask a question," Felix's fingertips pounded a golden Galone, "Does vampires have acne?"

"We are growing up!" the vendor shouted: "You can't discriminate against us. Although our physique is a bit special, but-"

Felix pointed to his flat teeth exposed by excitement, and the vendor hurriedly covered his mouth.

"All products are 50% off, plus a ticket to visit the Vampire Duke Castle," the vendor looked around and put his head close to him and said in a low voice: "It is said that this activity is very popular among Muggles."

"……make a deal."

Two minutes later, Felix and Valen each wore a vampire mask. Neither of them had the courage to try the blood roses that were said to be 'pure-tasting', but it was pretty good to put them on their heads as decoration.

They also wore a silver cross on their chests, and a suffering vampire with fangs tied to the cross - it is said that some very famous guy invented a substitute for human blood - also the product recommended by the vendor.

"It's so good with your mask!"

In comparison, Voldemort's life seemed unsatisfactory - if he was conscious enough, he would not be able to do nightmares every day and cooperate with various emotional tests, and occasionally he would be treated to a sniffing onlooker...

Unfortunately, Voldemort's will is far more firm than he imagined. The current research progress is quite slow and he gains little. Felix must be careful not to let him die - Dumbledore went to the International Wizards' Federation for a meeting, and before he returns, Felix has to ensure that Voldemort is intact.

Therefore, those "destructive tests" cannot be done.

In a recent letter, Felix urged Dumbledore to come back as soon as possible.

He reiterated the old story, hoping to fill Voldemort's brain with a lot of confession. But this incident actually comes with certain risks, because they face a problem that has not been solved: How to ensure that the soul fragments will not hurt him after they are separated from Harry?

After all, there are only the last two Horcruxes left in their hands - Hufflepuff's Golden Cup and Slytherin's locket, which means that even if they find their ideas, there are only two opportunities to try and make mistakes.

...

During the period when Felix was isolated from the outside world, others were not idle.

The Aurors and the strikers were scattered everywhere by Ms. Bones, launching a large-scale "anti-gang" campaign. Due to the shortage of personnel, members of the Order of the Phoenix also joined. They are experienced temporary external personnel, and their combat effectiveness and experience are a little higher than the newcomers recruited by the Ministry of Magic in the past two years.

In addition to the Death Eaters, spies, the dark wizards who were attached to Voldemort, and some forgotten people were also affected in this operation.

In the northern part of Britain, the terrain is towering.

A slight noise came from outside the cave. The skinny witch pricked her ears and didn't dare to move. After a while, he swallowed with difficulty. Maybe it was a mouse. He leaned his head against the broken wool felt, his eyes were dull.

"Boom!" The stone at the entrance of the cave was blown open, and a dazzling beam of sunlight hit him.

"Igor Kakarov!?" said a vicious voice. Kakarov shuddered and tried his best to stop him in front of him. The long-term life of being alone had exhausted his courage. He trembled and said, "Don't, don't kill me!"

There was a harsh laughter outside.

A few seconds later, Kakarov opened his eyes. He hid in the dark nest for too long, hiding out at night, and not adapting to the bright light. But he still used his remaining reason to detect something was wrong. If it were his once dangerous and evil companions, he would drag him out of the cave like a dead dog, or give him a deep and unforgettable mantra.

There are shadows outside the cave.

Kakarov against the light, saw a hideous, scarred face. He would never forget his iconic eyes in his life. "Crazy Eyes?" Kakarov was filled with sadness and joy. More than ten years later, he fell into the hands of this old Auror again.

Moody didn't talk nonsense to him, grabbed his collar and pulled him out roughly.

"Let's take a look, what did I find!" Moody said half disgusted and half surprised: "You absolutely couldn't imagine-" Seven or eight people gathered around and whispered to each other. "Dermstrong's former principal?" "He wasn't dead?" "This smell... how long did he hide?" "It's been nearly a year since the Black Demon fell quickly, but he escaped."

Kakarov grabbed the last person who spoke, bulged his eyes and shouted, "What did you say? The Dark Lord - the Dark Lord fell? He, is he dead?"

Frank Longbotton broke Kakarov's hand apart with one finger.

"Great, even a despicable villain like you can share this joy." He said calmly: "I heard that you once abandoned your students and ran away alone? Give you a piece of advice, never go back..."

Kakarov didn't hear what was behind him clearly, and he staggered a few steps, staring at his trembling hands like a skeleton, muttering: "Diet, is he dead?" He suddenly howled, "Vodemort is dead! Voldemort! Ha! He is dead! Voldemort! That bastard! Bastard! You made me miserable-Woooo."

"He won't go crazy, right?"

"Who cares?" Moody spat on the ground. "There are six places suspected to be entrenched in the black wizard, and we will try to clean up today. Remember-"

"Keep alert at any time," said the young voice.

Moody's fake eyes stared at the newcomer Auror who was interrupting, and said with a cunning smile: "You learn very quickly, Collins, hope it's more than just talking on your mouth." Collins Furley shrank his neck and stopped talking. Professor Moody was still so scary. Frank Longbotton gave her a friendly smile.

That evening, a grand celebration banquet was held within the Ministry of Magic.

News of Voldemort's fall also spread in a non-public manner. That night, the owls flew into hundreds of wizard families with this heavy news. The expedited emails took off when dusk approached dusk. They became part of the festival celebration in the next few days, interspersed over the UK.

Devon, outside the village of Ottery St. Catchipol, the Digory family is having supper.

The affectionate female voices on the magic radio sang dialong. The song was approaching the end. After eating and drinking, Mr. Digory picked up the conversation.

"Your girlfriend, Qiu, and her parents are also working in the department. I mean - if you are not interested in dealing with magical animals, you can try it there and learn about the situation first-"

"Oh, Dad, we've talked about this many times," Cedric muttered.

"But the situation has changed, the mysterious man is finished, Seid, I hope you realize this: the tribe is no longer a dragon's den, don't worry about being attacked at any time, look! It has become a place where a good child should go..."

Mrs. Diggory shrugged her husband. "Okay, let's change the topic - talk about that yearbook, what do they call you, is the puppet master... a nickname of some kind?"

"This is the name I gave for my future work." Cedric protested slightly dissatisfied.

"It's so interesting, Seid, you discovered the potential qualities of the Digory family, a sense of humor..." Mr. Digory couldn't continue because Mrs. Digory was crushing his toes hard, "Hiss-- Do you need me to accompany you?"

"I made an appointment with Qiu." Cedric whispered.

"Yes, it's really unreasonable - well, I mean it's so good...at least I don't have to worry about the successor of the Digory family." Mr. Digory said, pointing to the radio. "I don't know how many people from the pure blood family have been called to question these days. They are not prosperous at first, and now..."

"The next time is news time, and celebrations were held all over the country. In this column, the staff of the Ministry of Magic reminds everyone that you should keep confidential. If you can change the fireworks to be set off late at night and leave quickly before the Muggles detect the abnormality, the staff will be very grateful, otherwise you will likely receive a ticket with a thirty-year-old galon..."

The same sound echoed in the humble curb not far away.

"Are there really many people getting into trouble?" Ron asked.

"Yes, the Ministry of Magic's work has increased tenfold at once," Mr. Weasley said with a tired look on his face, pinching his nose with his fingers. "When people are excited, they are easily forgotten. They throw away the newspapers they have read and half of their leftover snacks everywhere. There are several Muggles in Cornwall who go camping in the wild. They accidentally picked up half a box of fruit dew drinks that can make people float... In short, everyone is very busy."

"Say some good news," said Mrs. Weasley sternly, "your dad has been working overtime these days."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"We opened a new store in Diagon Alley." Fred whispered, Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her back and glared at the two brothers for a while, and she reluctantly said, "Well, if you have to...can't you wait until the results are issued before you decide?" She added in despair.

Fred and George shrugged.

"Mom, time waits for no one, Hogsmeade's audience is still too small, and our Dark Devils series still has great potential to tap!"

"Yes, we are going to create a 'Memories Festival' to soothe the hearts that are hurt in battle with some products that make people laugh." George's voice became lower and lower, as Mrs. Weasley's face quickly became gloomy, but he still whispered the most important sentence, "So we plan to move out for a while."

"Bang!"

A large pot of bacon hits the table.

Several children at the dining table all leaned back, and Mr. Weasley put on his glasses and said gently: "Molly, the children have grown up and they have their own lives."

"I know, I just-" Mrs. Weasley started to cry. Mr. Weasley jumped up and hugged her, and she became even more excited. "The family is getting less and less... I was very sad when Bill and Charlie left. Percy hasn't always come back lately. Now even Fred and George are leaving..."

Fred and George, who were named, were restless in the chair, as if sitting on the mattress with a crappy transformation spell.

Fred hurriedly explained: "Mom, we're still here to live, but we're a little busy lately..." He tried his best to wink at Ron and Ginny, but they were sharing the same hatred and staring at the brothers!

He decisively caused trouble to the east, "If you think there are few people - mom, there is something you'd better let you know, Ginny is talking about her boyfriend-"

"Ah--" Ginny screamed.

"—It's Harry." George finally found an opportunity to add the words.

Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley were in place like wood, and for a while turned their heads stiffly and looked at Fred and George, "If this is a joke, it is your prank, I swear--" Mrs. Weasley stuttered.

"Absolutely not." Fred said seriously.

So everyone's eyes looked at Ginny, her face immediately turned red to the same color as her hair. She screamed and ran away quickly.

The room was silent, and only the radio next to the kitchen sink was still broadcasting the news dutifully.

"——The Ministry of Magic has not disclosed more information yet. At present, it is only known that Albus Dumbledore and Felix Hepp are suspected to be related to the sudden fall of the mysterious man. Many people speculate that the two strongest men in the world joined hands to give the mysterious man a fatal blow. But the portrait of Mr. Hepp hanging in St. Mungo denied this, and he admitted that he only did some auxiliary work..."

"Harry was also involved," Ron said, breaking the quiet in the kitchen. "Does anyone want to hear me say it again? I mean, to some extent, I am also one of the witnesses of the matter. If a reporter wants to record this history in the future, he will definitely not be able to avoid me..."

At this time, the two mentioned in the conversation - Felix is ​​visiting his Muggle friend Jim and Rebecca's house, while Harry is lazy to have supper with the Dursley family. The unfeeling news broadcast on the TV and the stuffy July air make the boring supper even more boring.

"…The dangerous element Tom Riddle has been arrested recently. The public does not need to panic. What will be greeted with a fair legal trial..."
Chapter completed!