Scrimgeour stood not far from the magic fountain, his yellow eyes staring at the empty fireplace.

The whole hall was eerily quiet. Whenever a new Ministry of Magic staff member emerged from the fireplace, he would see hundreds of people staring at him. Arthur Weasley was startled. He looked around. It seemed that a large-scale battle had taken place in the Ministry of Magic. The ground was in a mess. The head of the Auror Office was like an old lion who was ready to pounce on someone in the next second.

He moved away from the fireplace step by step, approached a wizard at the scene, and whispered, "What's going on, Arnold?"

The wizard wiped his sweat, "It's terrible, Arthur, if you had come two minutes earlier, you might have run into that guy..."

"You mean there was only one enemy? And he escaped?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise.

"Yes, I tell you..."

A sharp clicking sound rang out, and Mr. Weasley looked up. The fence of the elevator slid to both sides, making a deafening clanging sound, and a large group of people rushed out from inside.

Amelia Bones walked in front, holding her wand high, striding over. She looked around, her eyebrows knitted tightly together, and shouted loudly: "The healer takes the injured to the infirmary for treatment."

"Reconnaissance team! Cooperate with the Aurors to investigate the scene."

The Aurors present and several members of the Magical Law Enforcement Reconnaissance Team in the crowd responded in a low voice.

"Kingsley, Dawlish!"

The two Aurors following behind her straightened their chests.

"Take your team to track the target," she paused and said, "focus on reconnaissance, don't act rashly."

"Understood!"

"The Accidental Magic Reversal Team! And all members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement!"

Half of the people in the hall stood up straight, waiting for orders.

"Clear up the ruins and debris. Those who know the situation should come forward to register the clues, and everyone else should do their job." She didn't turn her head to look at Scrimgeour until the crowd began to move. "Rufus, what did you find?"

Scrimgeour rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "I saw his face."

Ms. Bones showed a surprised expression, "Who is it?"

"He is in disguise. I'm not sure. There is no evidence at the moment." Scrimgeour hesitated.

Ms. Bones looked at him sternly, "Come with me, Rufus."

...

"I want to help too. Goodbye, Arnold." Mr. Weasley hurried away. He was also a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Goodbye, Arthur," the wizard muttered. "What a beautiful day. I thought a war had broken out!"

"Be careful with your words, Peasegood." A cold voice said behind him. Arnold Peasgood turned around in surprise, "Yaxley?"

"It's me," Yaxley said, "From your tone, you seem to be looking forward to the war?"

The wizard blushed and retorted loudly: "Nonsense!"

Yaxley laughed coldly twice, "I hope you can still be as determined as you are now." He turned and walked towards the fireplace embedded in the wall.

"Wait, where are you going?" the wizard shouted.

"I was ordered to guard Hogwarts," he said without turning his head, "I came to get something this morning, but I didn't expect to see such a big show."

...

Ms. Bones and Scrimgeour came to the circular pool of the magic fountain. The sound of water splashing around covered their discussion. She whispered: "You have fought with him, so you should have your own judgment, right?"

Scrimgeour did not say the name directly. He leaned on his crutches and stared at the statues erected in the center of the pool. This is a group of pure gold statues, larger than real people. The tallest among them is a noble wizard, holding his wand high. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf.

The centaur, goblin, and house-elf all looked up at the two wizards in admiration.

"That man not only disguised his face, but also his strength," Scrimgeour stared at the house-elf statue, water gurgling from its ears. "The strength he showed at the beginning was similar to that of Alastor before his retirement. I can see that he has been through many battles and has excellent judgment. He may not want to reveal his identity, so he used conventional magic..."

He continued, "But that man's last blow was too amazing, I couldn't recognize what kind of magic it was."

Ms. Bones listened quietly and fell into deep thought. She stared at the fountain and said slowly, "Just one blow broke thousands of pieces of glass... Do you think this is his normal strength, or an extraordinary performance?"

Scrimgeour hesitated. "I think it's the former. He is very good at disguise."

Ms. Bones looked at him seriously. "According to your description, the number of people who meet the requirements is very limited. I only know two, no... maybe three. There must be few people abroad who can meet the requirements, not to mention that it is unlikely that they would break into the British Ministry of Magic without warning... I need evidence!"

At this moment, a burly Auror came over with a guard.

"Ms. Bones, Mr. Scrimgeour, Eric has important clues to report!"

Both of them looked at Eric Munch at the same time. Eric trembled, "I, uh, I don't know if it's right..."

"It doesn't matter, we will make the right judgment." Ms. Bones comforted him.

"It's like this, I saw someone when I was on duty last night. I thought it was very strange, but I didn't think much about it at the time."

"Who did you see?" Scrimgeour asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes..." Eric hesitated, looking over their backs, and saw a short, fat and sturdy man walking towards him aggressively. He widened his eyes: "Minister Fudge!"

...

"Sir, your destination has arrived." The driver said politely.

"Thank you." Felix said with a tired face, paid the fare, and got out of the taxi. He took out a ring from his pocket and put it on his hand. With the flash of two lights, a black wand and a brown amulet appeared in his hand.

He put away his spare wand and sat on a bench under the sycamore tree. A young mother was pushing a baby stroller and enjoying a leisurely morning. The baby was propping himself up with his chubby hands and looking around. When he saw Felix sitting on the chair, he looked at him curiously.

Felix blinked at the baby, flipped his hand, took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.

He stood up from the bench and walked towards a house, while putting on the amulet on himself. He pressed it twice, and the color of his body gradually faded. Felix cheered up, "There is only one step left. You can do it, Felix... You just need to transfer the energy. It won't take much time."

...

"Is there such a thing?" Voldemort asked softly, and he sneered, "The Ministry of Magic has lost a master this time." "

Master, do you need me to tell it?" Yaxley lowered his head and knelt on the ground, his gorgeous and flowing robe inlaid with gold threads dragging on the ground.

"Not for the time being," Voldemort said lazily, "You just need to secretly guide Fudge to turn his suspicious eyes to our little friend..."

"Why?" Yaxley asked, and the next second he trembled all over, "I'm sorry, master, I'm not questioning you."

Voldemort paced in front of him, Yaxley lowered his head even lower, and only a pair of pale feet could be seen. Finally, the feet stopped in front of him, "Master?"

"I can answer this question," Voldemort said softly: "Although you have never taken the initiative to find me in these years, Yaxley... After I lost power, you slipped into the enemy's team, pretending to be innocent, and then continued to enjoy wealth and glory... But when you saw me, you chose to return to my arms the first time, so I am willing to forgive you."

"Master..."

"I have a plan." Voldemort said softly: "That little friend left a deep impression on me. When I just got a little better, he suddenly rushed in and almost destroyed everything I had. At that time, I realized that I couldn't let him grow up..."

"Master, with your power, it's easy to kill him."

"Oh? Is that really the case? If you really believe this, why have you been serving the enemy with a clear conscience for so many years?"

Yaxley stopped talking.

"I have done nothing during this period. I have not summoned the Death Eaters or gathered my old subordinates. Before you, I only had one loyal servant by my side. You can think about why the great Dark Lord would hide like a mouse?"

"I told that little friend that even if he stood with Dumbledore, as long as he slightly went against Dumbledore's ideas, their relationship would break down... I look forward to this scene happening. Of course, if there is a chance, I don't mind killing him."

"Yaxley, my friend," Voldemort lowered his head and stared at Yaxley, "Do what you should do, I will wait for the arrival of the guests..."

...

"Someone is impersonating me?" In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge shouted in disbelief with his eyes wide open. He quickly glanced around and said in a low voice: "This is impossible. I have never given my hair to anyone else!"

"It may also be a profound human body deformation technique." Ms. Bones said.

"That must be it." Fudge immediately agreed with her. He rubbed the button on his belly irritably, his eyes moving from Bones, Scrimgeour, the Aurors and the guards. "Don't let this matter spread before the truth is found out. Understand?"

"Then..." He stretched out his stubby fingers and gestured randomly in the air. "Can anyone tell me what the purpose of that person breaking into the Ministry of Magic was?"

"It's not clear yet," Scrimgeour said.

"Not clear?" Fudge repeated, staring at him, "Then what have you been doing all this time?"

"Wait for news, Minister." Scrimgeour said stiffly, "There are two Auror teams outside now. They are the best and are investigating the whereabouts of the criminal." He pointed around again, "Others are investigating the scene."

"Are there any witnesses?" Fudge asked again.

Ms. Bones, Scrimgeour and the Aurors looked at Eric Munch, the guard on duty that night, at the same time. Fudge said angrily, "I want witnesses other than him! He can't prove anything."

"Not yet, Fudge, we need time to collect evidence." Ms. Bones said gently.

"Time, time, if the reporters know about this, they will swarm around like flies." Fudge lowered his head and said with disgust, his eyes flashing with strange light. He muttered to himself in a barely audible voice: "No witnesses?"

He left in a hurry, and before leaving, he said: "I will be at Hogwarts as a judge in the afternoon. I hope you can come up with one or two good news before then."

...

Grimmauld Place.

"Young man, you look too bad, you'd better go see a doctor." A kind-looking old woman looked at Felix with concern.

"Thank you, I'm fine." Felix muttered.

"Oh, your face is whiter than my hair," the old woman said, looking at him seriously, "To be honest, this abnormal gray-white color can only make me feel dead... Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, ma'am." Felix said patiently, "I just stayed up too late, and I'll be fine after a good night's sleep.

After persuading the enthusiastic old man to leave, Felix walked towards the open space between No. 11 and No. 13. His head was dizzy, but he still felt that the man just now was very familiar. Did he seem to have given her a spell card?

He shook his head to prevent himself from falling asleep. He had refilled the energy of the converter on Hermione's body, but the price was that part of the hourglass he got from the Ministry of Magic was shattered into slag.

And he himself could hardly use any magic. With his remaining rationality, he could guess that the Aurors were looking for him all over London, and Diagon Alley was not allowed to go, so he chose to rely on Muggle means to get here.

Felix squeezed into a thin wall of air with great effort, and his figure disappeared in the real world.

"Haven't you changed the defensive magic yet? That's great, Sirius. "Felix said softly, and the next second, No. 13 Grimmauld Place appeared in front of him.

"Bang!"

An ugly, old house-elf suddenly appeared at the door, and Kreacher said in a hoarse voice: "Welcome to the master's friend, the powerful Mr. Felix Hepp, the master is not at home..." "

I know," Felix said, "I just want to borrow his fireplace."

Kreacher bowed deeply, "The master told me to try my best to meet your requirements, and," his voice became emotional, "I saw the biography of Master Regulus, it's very well written... The master's reputation has not been tarnished..."

"As long as you like it."

...

Felix successfully returned to his office, and a black shadow pounced on him. He subconsciously dodged, but failed to dodge. Valen grabbed his clothes tightly.

"Chirp!"

It looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, Valen, let me take a breath..." Felix covered his chest, and Valen jumped down from his arms, put one hand on his waist, pointed at Felix with the other hand, and kept scolding him.

"I'm sorry to make you worry," Felix grinned, "but I still need your help, call Severus, and be careful not to be too conspicuous."

Valen looked at him in confusion.

"Go."

After a while,

"What did you do?" Snape looked at him with disgust.

"I was a thief, and was discovered and chased by the owner. I finally escaped." Felix collapsed on the sofa and said lazily. His outfit was very strange. He was wearing pajamas and a top hat on his head.

Snape looked at him strangely, and for a moment he was speechless. After a long while, he slowly and sarcastically said, "Then I must listen carefully. I really can't guess who the owner is, as he has put you in such a mess."

"A wealthy family," Felix changed the subject lightly, "Severus, do you have the potion that can stimulate potential?"