As we all know, Nifflers have a preference for everything that glitters, so they are particularly suitable for finding treasures. This is due to their unusually sensitive sense of smell. At this moment, Felix looked at Valen and had a new idea in his mind.
"Hua La La"
Felix raised his hand and pointed it at the empty space in the office. The ring on his hand emitted a strong light, and then all kinds of debris gushed out like a volcanic eruption, parchment, notes, scrolls, potions, letters, and Christmas gifts in recent years... all kinds of things filled up most of the room.
Felix sat on a chair behind him, looking at Valen who was stunned, and explained: "Almost all the things of everyone I know are here. The smells on those letters or gifts are well preserved... Thank you for your hard work, Valen, to find this person."
Valen looked at the pile of debris that was taller than himself standing on the table, and his body trembled. In Felix's expectant expression, he tiptoed and turned over a pair of blue wool socks, which were embroidered with rough black lightning and silver light balls. That was a gift from Dobby to Felix. He liked it quite a bit, but the problem was that the socks were two sizes too small, so he couldn't wear them. Valen
leaned over the edge of the desk and pulled the drawer open backwards. From Felix's direction, he could see a pile of parchment with words written on it. Valen turned back and looked at Felix angrily, pointing his little hand down very hard. "Chi Chi! (That's it!)" Felix was stunned. Was his hand too fast? He raised his arm unnaturally, and the pile of parchment flew into his hand. He already knew what it was, but he still stared at the parchment carefully for a long time, raised his head and confirmed: "Are you sure? Valen, this is not a joke..." Valen put his hands on his waist very imposingly and nodded heavily. Felix's eyes fell on the parchment again. It was a paper about the disassembly plan of the time converter. He had just read it two days ago. It was from Hermione Granger. Hermione... Granger, it was really her. Felix exhaled lightly. Now that he had determined the target, he didn't have to touch clues everywhere like a headless fly, but then he frowned. He had emphasized to Hermione more than once the dangers of long-distance time travel, and she knew it very well, but she still did it... Was it out of necessity, or was it a mistake? This was what he had just thought of, because the core parts of the time converter in Hermione's hand came from an evil dark wizard more than two thousand years ago. Although Felix had used magic vision to confirm in the underground space of the Egyptian pyramids that the Horcrux statue and altar carrying "despicable Herpo" had no traces of magic left, he knew nothing about "time". So when Hermione told him that she was going to replace the hourglass on the altar, he was happy to see it happen. As long as he did it seriously, whether it succeeded or failed, it would be a huge gain with many benefits. He only added a safety warning Granger not to use it even if the replacement was successful. Felix thought that this was enough, but it was obvious that there would be unexpected situations in the future that were beyond his and Hermione's expectations. For example, he "died". To be more precise, Granger thought he was dead, and coupled with the emergency situation, she could not confirm the true situation, or she might not want to confirm it. Anyway, she used the time converter in a hurry, and something unexpected happened... Felix thought silently and barely figured out a reasonable timeline. But there are still many unexplained problems. Valen has become accustomed to the occasional motionlessness of the big devil. He sniffed the smell on the postcard. Yes, it was the witch with messy hair who liked to hug him. The office was full of her smell, and he hadn't noticed it before. Valen looked at the pile of debris on the ground with shining eyes. This is a treasure mountain! He glanced at Felix and realized that as long as he didn't disturb him, this situation would continue for a while. Valen ran two steps and jumped high from the table. Like diving, he landed on a pile of colorful socks. His two little hands scratched and soon disappeared in the pile of debris. The fun of picking up treasures! Valen happily wandered among the dazzling array of items. The probability of encountering treasures was surprisingly high. It soon found a few gold galleons and smiled so hard that it couldn't close its mouth. It was so happy... It stuffed the coins into its pocket, glanced to the side, and found another constant temperature pendant box. Valen hesitated for a few seconds and "resolutely" decided to give up. There were already three pendants in its pocket. It was not rare. Valen sniffed lightly and smelled the familiar smell again, which also came from a stack of rolled parchment. It saw the words "house elf" and "investigation" from the scattered corner. After thinking about it, it crawled out of the pile of debris and put the parchment roll next to the postcard. "Chiji! (There is also this!)" it reminded loudly. Valen felt happy in his heart. He was working for the big devil and exchanging labor for reasonable rewards. Felix came back to his senses and watched Valen rummaging around, occasionally sticking his head out to put things on the table. He took a quick look and saw that they were all Hermione's things, papers, gifts, magic items made by hand... At the same time, he also keenly noticed that Valen's belly had become round, and if he was not mistaken, half of the necklace was exposed in his pocket. Felix wondered whether he should find time to popularize the relationship between work content and remuneration to Valen. If the employees in the company knew about Valen's wages, they would definitely cry. Once again, Valen got out of the sundries. It shook the black fur on its body, holding a card in one hand and a glass ball in the other hand, trying to stuff it into its pocket, but the pocket seemed to be full, and it failed several times. Felix looked at this greedy little guy with a bad temper, waved his hand, and Valen flew over uncontrollably. Facing the dissatisfied eyes of the big devil, Valen realized that he was too excited. He shrank his body and handed the glass in his hand to him in a flattering manner. Felix continued to stare at it. Valen blinked, showing an expression of sudden enlightenment, and handed him the card in his other hand, saying to take credit: "Chi Chi! (I found it with great difficulty)!" Felix looked at Valen with a dark face, "Do you think I don't know what you are up to?" You forgot about the moral education class, right? He was about to say something, but he caught a glimpse of the birthday card from the corner of his eye, and suddenly his eyes widened, and his heart was filled with turmoil. The card was from "Ms. Jane", and it was sent more than two months ago along with a huge birthday cake. Felix's hands shook uncontrollably. More than ten years ago, to be precise, it was at the opening party of his fourth grade that he received her letter for the first time. Among the hundreds of letters insulting him, only this one encouraged him. After that, the lady sent several more letters until he graduated. Felix recalled Nick Flamel's notes, his heart growing heavier. There was no example of anyone surviving long-distance time travel... If Granger was taken back ten years ago by a time converter, how serious would the backlash of time be on her?
It is not easy to draw conclusions, as he knows nothing about the field of time. Nick has never experienced time travel, he just collected the information.
"What is the most important thing right now?" Felix asked himself softly, "Yes, that's it."
He stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and the debris on the ground merged into his ring like water. Valen quickly climbed onto his shoulder and looked down at this spectacular scene. After two minutes, there were only three items left on the ground.
His homemade Marauder's Map, the semi-finished peephole that Valen had held before, and a small glass bottle containing a tuft of gray hair.
Felix spread out the map, and the ink lines on it expanded outward from the central point, quickly showing the full picture of Hogwarts Castle. The ink footprints have not stopped, extending to the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake and the surrounding mountains, including the bases of the other four schools are clearly visible.
Hogwarts Castle only occupies one-tenth of the space on the entire map. The dense dots and the names on the dots are squeezed together, like a squashed, constantly squirming ball of wool, which makes people's scalp numb.
Felix took out his wand and tapped it on the map, whispering, "Hermione Granger."
The map suddenly changed, and the squirming lines melted like spring snow and disappeared. There was only one golden name left on the entire map, Hermione Granger, who was taking her final exam in the Potions classroom.
"Only one name." Felix was a little disappointed.
...
The door of the Potions classroom opened, and the students filed out.
Hermione packed her schoolbag while shouting, "The questions are not difficult, but I'm not sure if I wrote the steps clearly. I should wave my wand before stirring the potion..." Harry and Ron looked helpless. When they turned around the corridor, Hermione was still reviewing the questions in the Potions class. Harry couldn't help but say, "Hermione, you are the only one among the three of us who actually took the exam. We don't even know which question you are talking about."
"Yeah," Ron was in a surprisingly good mood. He smiled and said, "I was reading a comic book during the exam. You really should have seen the expression on Snape's face. Sorry, professor." When he turned around to speak, he bumped into Felix.
"I blocked you," Felix said with a smile, "I think it's almost time, I have something to do with Professor Snape... By the way, Miss Granger, I'm still a little worried after thinking about it. If you plan to repair that little timer, you'd better tell me in advance."
"We've fixed it." Harry said.
"Uh, what?"
"We've fixed it, just last night," Harry said.
"Wait," Felix stared at Harry, then turned to Hermione, "I remember you said that you wouldn't try to repair it until the third project is over?"
"Oh, um..." Hermione stroked her hair in a panic, "Some accidents happened... I was... in a good state, so I... uh, finished it ahead of time." She stammered. She
really didn't want the professor to know that she was worried about meeting her parents, so she impulsively moved up the plan.
"Professor, do you need me to show you the time converter? I left it in the dormitory." Hermione changed the subject, and Harry and Ron's heart was lifted. Although they had decided to let Professor Happ check it, they were still worried about hearing words such as "dangerous" and "confiscated" from the professor.
"Not for the time being, just prepare for the third project. I still hope you can hold the trophy." Felix calmly postponed her proposal.
Hermione stared at Felix's figure disappearing around the corner, and asked in confusion: "Do you think the professor is a little strange?"
"Really?" Ron asked, and Harry looked at her in confusion.
"That's it." Hermione opened her mouth and found that she couldn't describe the feeling of disobedience. "Oh, forget it. There is only the History of Magic exam tomorrow. Are you still going to read books in class?" There was obvious dissatisfaction in her tone. "
I specifically asked Professor McGonagall, and the parents will come tomorrow morning. Hermione, you are not going to leave them alone to take the exam, are you?" Ron "
Is it not possible?" Hermione raised an eyebrow: "Actually, I..." She suddenly stopped and looked around.
"What's wrong, is there anyone there, Hermione?" Harry asked. He felt a little unusual, but found nothing.
Hermione took out her wand and pointed around a few times, but found nothing.
"Maybe I saw it wrong." She said hesitantly.
"It's not a ghost, is it? Go quickly, or you'll be finished if Mrs. Norris finds you casting a spell in the corridor. It's really strange. This cat is getting more and more agile. Fred and George don't dare to go out at night. They are asking around for the reason..."
Their voices disappeared in the distance. Felix walked around in front of the Potions classroom and returned to his office. He had a few more long brown hairs in his hand. He took out the semi-finished peephole and made a tracing peephole using Hermione's hair.
Felix stood in the fireplace and looked at Valen. "I'm going out for a while. I may not be back tonight. Don't worry."
"Chiji? (Can I go?)"
"Oh, no," Felix whispered, "I don't think so." The green flames rose and he disappeared in the office.
...
In the next few hours, Felix wandered around Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley and the wizarding areas in Britain, holding the tracing peephole but finding nothing.
"So smart, Miss Granger, you hide very well."
It was almost dusk, and Felix was sitting by the window in a cafe. In his sight was a huge clock tower, Big Ben, one of the landmark buildings in London. After finishing his coffee, Felix asked the bald clerk when he was checking out: "Is there a newsstand nearby?"
"Oh, of course, it's on the corner..."
Two minutes later
, Felix stood in front of a newsstand and handed the postcard with the motto to the young lady Neville. He asked politely: "Hello, do you have similar postcards here?"
The young lady took the card and looked at it carefully for a while, "I have some impression. A few months ago, a salesman recommended a whole set of celebrity quotes series postcards, but I had already bought two hundred sets of London attraction commemorative cards at that time, so I didn't buy any more... Do you want a set?"
The lady pointed to the attraction commemorative cards on the stall and asked.
"Give me a set." Felix smiled, and the lady's words confirmed his last guess.
Felix handed her a banknote and turned into an alley with the whole set of London attraction commemorative cards. The next second, his figure appeared two streets away. When he came out of an alley again, he had nothing in his hands. He looked up and saw a dentist's office across the alley.
Almost three years ago, he bought a wisdom tooth here. Felix smiled. Mr. Granger must have been impressed by him. It was estimated that a customer like him would be rare.
Felix tapped his forehead with the second joint of his index finger. There was no magical glow in the clinic, which did not surprise him. He just looked around and looked far away. The black and white perspective immediately became colorful.
He had met Granger once before he joined the company. He remembered that she walked here at that time, which seemed to indicate that her home was not far from the clinic...
Felix searched patiently and said softly: "I told her personally that there is no example of long-distance time and space travel without escape. If she thinks she is destined to die... Where will she stay in the last period of her life? I should have thought of it earlier."
Felix stared at a barely visible light in his field of vision and raised the corners of his mouth. It didn't take him long to come to the street where the small townhouses were located. This is the favorite of the middle class and the new rich. Each house is 150-200 square meters, two or three stories high, with a small independent garden and garage.
Felix cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and stopped in front of a house. He stared at the "Granger" on the house number for a while, then walked into the restaurant with a sign "Open 24 hours" on the opposite building, ordered a few dishes, and reviewed his plan.
He didn't plan to meet Hermione, at least not before he was able to solve the side effects of long-distance time travel.
Time travelers will be protected by the time turner. If they only go back to the past for one or two hours, this "protection" is not obvious, but if they cross several years, decades, or even hundreds of years, without the energy of the time turner, their fate will definitely be tragic.
The most obvious example is the witch who unfortunately went back five centuries ago. When she returned to her own era, she instantly became old, from the prime of life to the old age. St. Mungo's tried almost everything, but the witch's body was like a sieve, and all means of replenishing vitality were ineffective.
Felix could only pray that the energy in the flat-headed hourglass taken from "Despicable Herpo" was sufficient.
It was getting dark. Felix sat in a corner of the restaurant, tapping the table with his index finger rhythmically. The guests who came and went ignored him. Ripples spread out, and his magic and thoughts quickly covered the restaurant, and then continued to extend outward until they covered the house opposite and the nearby blocks.
He used the magic of the Mind House to replicate all the surrounding scenery and overlap it. This was similar to the process of constructing the snowflake corridor at the Quidditch World Cup. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock in the evening.
A car stopped opposite, and a middle-aged couple walked out of it. Felix closed his eyes, as if he was standing in front of the Grangers. They opened the door and laughed, then parked the car in the garage, and the curtain on the second floor moved.
Although the light at night was very dim, Felix still clearly "saw" a furry head.
After waiting for a few minutes, he was about to stop the magic, and the window on the second floor suddenly opened, and an owl flew out. Under the cover of the night, no one found its trace. The owl was like a ghost in the night sky, circling twice over the house and flying into the night sky.
Hermione stared at the owl for a few seconds and disappeared behind the curtains. But she didn't notice that after flying for a while, the owl seemed to have lost its way, circling in the sky, and then flew in one direction uncontrollably. The door of the restaurant suddenly opened, and the owl landed directly in front of Felix.
"Sent to me." Felix stared at the envelope and muttered to himself. He opened the letter and saw the familiar handwriting of "Ms. Jane".
"...I may not write to you anymore. I'm moving to another place. I read in the newspaper that you became the coach and security guard of the two warrior teams at Hogwarts... It's amazing... I saw the video of the second project... The warriors have to deal with huge pressure. I suggest you give them a hug before the game..."
Felix put down the letter and said expressionlessly: "It's a pity that I can't do as you wish, Miss Granger."