Old Vera sat in the most remote position of the library.

The scene during the day had brought him a huge shock, the thinking classroom! The magic notebook! When he thought of the huge knowledge reserve that Felix Hepp had, he felt a sense of despair in his heart.

He sat there from day to night without eating anything. The librarian passed by him several times, staring at him with suspicion every time.

In the evening, the number of students increased little by little. Fortunately, his position was remote enough, and no students came to disturb his self-pity.

"Let's go inside!" A voice said at this time, "Professor Hepp put all the books used for the second project on the innermost bookshelf. There are two tables behind the shelf, which are very hidden..."

Old Vera raised his head and saw three students coming towards him, discussing in a low voice quickly.

"Don't look so sad," Hermione advised in the same voice as before, "Just treat it as an extracurricular practice of the club" "

Easy to say," Ron muttered, "Let us go find Malfoy? I can't afford to lose this man."

Harry also had a depressed expression.

They saw old Vera, and Hermione gave Harry and Ron a look and sat down at a table in front of him.

"So what are you going to do?" She asked in a low voice, while casting a concealing magic around them.

"Knock him out when he's not paying attention, and tie him up to where we usually practice magic." Ron suggested.

"No, we'll need to use that classroom in the future." Harry was not very happy.

"Then let's change to Myrtle's bathroom," Ron immediately changed his mind, "There's another advantage there, that is, there are fewer people. Isn't it great?"

Hermione was surprised to find that Harry actually thought for a while, "He'll tell on us." Harry finally said regretfully.

Hermione took out the textbook from her schoolbag, and when she turned around, old Vera had disappeared.

"He left over there," Harry whispered, pulling out his Potions homework. "Do you know the Ancient Rune Society?"

"I don't know," Ron said.

"Yes," was Hermione's answer.

Harry and Ron looked at her, and she explained, "It's a semi-official organization. They write some of the papers for the wizarding level exams." Hermione looked around and didn't see old Vera, but she still lowered her voice, "You know, the professor actually prefers practical runes, but the Ancient Rune Society is the opposite. They are very opposed to this." "It

sounds like an old-fashioned old man." Ron said thoughtfully, "My great-aunt is such a person. She always holds on to a set of rules that have been passed down for centuries. She has always opposed our family having so many children and said that it would be better if we stopped at Percy's place."

Harry and Hermione looked surprised and amused.

"How can she say that?"

"Who knows," Ron shrugged, "Maybe it's because Fred and George stuffed a dung ball under her chair... Thank God, she rarely comes since then."

Harry and Hermione laughed.

After a while, Hermione stood up, "I'll get some reference books, do you need them?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you so much."

Hermione hummed twice and came to the shelf where the ancient magic books were placed. She unexpectedly saw the figure of old Vera. He was still there, she thought in surprise. Hermione quickly picked the reference books. She was very familiar with these bookshelves, and picked out books one by one.

"Hello, little girl." Old Vera greeted.

Hermione looked at him angrily. Little girl? She was almost sixteen years old, and few people called her that.

"Hello, Mr. Vera."

"Your name is Hermione Jane Granger? I have seen your paper in the magazine... the one about the 'flame' rune and the fire spell, and the one about the 'light' rune and the glowing spell." Old Vera said.

"Oh." Hermione looked at him while holding the books.

"Is that so? I heard that you are Mr. Happ's assistant?" Old Vera saw Hermione nod, "Can I ask you something?"

Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Ahem! Don't get me wrong," said old Vera awkwardly, "I mean no harm

." "That's not what you said in the newspaper," Hermione said sharply.

"Oh, uh," old Vera wiped his sweat, and his half-bald forehead reflected the soft light of the magic lamp on the ceiling, "We had different positions at that time. I've learned about it in the past two days, and I think my previous thoughts...may indeed have some problems...just maybe!"

Two minutes later.

When Ron saw Hermione leading old Vera to the seat, his eyes almost popped out, and he mouthed: Did what I just said get heard?

Hermione shook her head. "Mr. Vera wants to ask us some questions," she said, "about the professor." She added.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Don't think we can betray Professor Hep!" Ron said loudly.

This time it was old Vera's turn to glare, "Who do you think I am?" He shouted angrily, "I'm the vice president of the Ancient Magical Association after all, how could I do something despicable?"

"Isn't it?"

Old Vera nodded woodenly. He felt that Hogwarts had become something he didn't recognize at all.

At this moment, Madam Pince suddenly appeared behind the bookshelf, holding a feather duster, and stared at them with eyes like hooks.

"Oh, no!" said Hermione.

At the same time, in the Ancient Runes Office, Felix was receiving a guest from the Ministry of Magic.

"Please take a seat," Felix said gently.

"No need," John Dawlish said briefly. He looked very strong, with solid muscle curves showing through the gray-green double-breasted coat he was wearing. He said verbatim, "I am here on the orders of Director Scrimgeour to bring some information about Aurors and Striker. You can only read it within my sight. After reading it, I will destroy all the documents in front of you. You and I will testify together."

"You haven't read these materials either?" Felix looked at the briefcase in his hand in surprise.

"These are confidential documents," Dawlish said as a matter of course.

He walked forward, put the suitcase in front of Felix, took out the wand from his pocket, and waited quietly. When the clock hand pointed to eight o'clock, Dalish touched the lock of the box with the tip of the wand, and a "chirping" sound came from inside. Then, the lock popped up automatically and the box was opened.

Felix looked at a green bird standing in the box with interest. It was only the size of a palm, but the sound was not small. There was a thick stack of documents under the bird's feet, which should be the personnel information.

When the bird saw the light of day again, it immediately jumped out, spread its wings and flew out of the window. Felix stretched out his hand, trapped it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

"Better not." Dawlish said, holding the wand in his hand, "This is a warning bird, born for secrecy, it will bring the order of 'all is well' back to the Ministry. If you trap it for a while longer, it may burn itself."

"Alchemical items?" Felix said with interest, he let go of his hand, and the emerald green bird flew away smoothly.

In the following time, Dawlish stood opposite Felix like a stone statue, watching him read the documents without saying a word.

Felix saw many familiar names, such as Tonks, Albert Balk, Kingsley, and even Dawlish himself. In an hour, he finished reading all the information.

An orange-red flame immediately flew out from Dawlish's wand and burned the documents to ashes. After doing all this, he was obviously relieved.