In the makeshift tent, Ron tiptoed on a chair and let out a long sigh, "This night has been so long."

"Yeah." Hermione said absentmindedly.

"Do you have anything to eat?" Ron asked.

Hermione turned around and looked at him.

"Hermione, I didn't eat much for dinner." Ron spread his hands and said aggrievedly, "If I don't eat, I'll starve to death before Madam Pomfrey comes."

"Eat, eat, eat, just eat."

Hermione angrily took out the beaded bag, took out some snacks from it and threw them to Ron. After doing all this, she realized that she had just lost her temper for no reason.

"Don't worry, Hermione, the professor has been resurrected, and now there will be no problem," Ron understood her thoughts. After comforting her, he looked at the package in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Potato chips and chocolate." Hermione said.

"How come I've never seen this before..." Ron muttered in a low voice. He tore open the bag, picked up a potato chip and looked at it for a long time, put it in his mouth, and then his eyes lit up.

"It's a Muggle snack." Hermione explained.

"It tastes really good," Ron sighed with satisfaction, "Did you eat this when you were a child? I'll try the chocolate one... eh, it's not bad either, but I think the chocolate frog tastes better."

After a while, he finished it.

"Any more, Hermione?" Ron couldn't help asking.

Hermione flipped through it carefully, "The rest are all compressed biscuits, which don't have much taste--" "

It doesn't matter!"

For a while, the only sound in the tent was Ron eating.

"Crack, crack."

"How long do you think the professor will keep this up?" Hermione asked worriedly. At this moment, Felix was like a glowing statue.

"Well... I don't know, Dumbledore will be here soon, you can ask him... crack, crack..."

At this time, there was a hurried sound of footsteps outside the tent.

"Someone is coming." Hermione said.

"Great." Ron said.

"I'll go check it out." Hermione was a little worried, so she stood up and walked towards the curtain of the tent.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Felix opened his eyes and slowly glanced around.

The tent was empty.

He barely suppressed the boiling magic in his body so that it wouldn't be too active.

He had just experienced... no, it was still undergoing all kinds of magical changes. First of all, the magic was like boiling water, and its state became extremely unstable, far exceeding the magic riots he had experienced. Even now, the magic was like a gurgling stream, constantly flowing; secondly, the body, the magic surged in every corner of the body, and caused his flesh, skin, and bones to mutate.

This mutation seemed to touch the essence of life and the essence of magic. Felix believed that his body itself was a huge treasure waiting for him to dig.

Only at this time did he completely let go.

Felix thought calmly. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he was still a little weak in the battle with Voldemort. In fact, the two should be evenly matched, but Voldemort's killing curse was surprisingly powerful. Every time he faced the green light of the spell, he felt creepy. He

must not be hit. This was what his survival instinct told him. But he had to do it at that time. There was no other choice. The illusions created by magic puppets and thinking huts could not deceive a wizard as powerful as Voldemort.

He had to die once.

Unless he wanted to see other people die...

"Everyone has the right to choose. I made my choice, Ms. Jane, goodbye." Felix said softly.

There was a low noise outside the tent, and he also heard the messy footsteps of hundreds of people, but Felix didn't mean to pay attention at all. He was attracted by his own changes. He raised his left hand, and every line in his palm flowed with crystal clear light.

Under his gaze, the Book of Runes appeared out of thin air, and pages turned "clatteringly". Magic shadows appeared one after another. Felix's heart moved. He had a feeling that as long as he wanted, countless runes would surge out of his body, and he didn't need to actively condense them. Ancient magic could be formed in an instant.

"It turns out that the Book of Runes should be used with the transformed body." Felix thought, and he would try it when he had a chance. He put the Book of Runes into the palm of his left hand and integrated it into his body. The problem of having nowhere to put the Book of Runes was unexpectedly solved.

At this time, the noise outside was getting louder and louder. He heard Hermione's sharp voice, Harry's annoyed shouting, Dumbledore's calm rebuttal, and Fudge's exasperated shouting. Accompanied by the uneasy commotion, everything seemed messy.

"Fudge..."

Felix's eyes flickered. He had expected this to happen. It would happen sooner or later - if not today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. As long as Fudge did not acknowledge Voldemort's existence, he would definitely cause trouble for Dumbledore and himself. In order to avoid this kind of day from continuing, Felix made some preparations in advance.

"Dobby." He said softly.

A loud explosion was confined in the small space. The sound echoed in the temporary tent and could not spread out. Felix withdrew his hand and calmly looked at the house-elf who suddenly appeared.

Dobby was still dressed the same way, but he was carrying a large bag on his back.

"So, Voldemort and the Death Eaters have all left?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Hap! You guessed it right!" Dobby shuddered when he heard the name, and then his big eyes sparkled, and he couldn't stop looking at him with admiration, "I never thought that Dobby could be involved in such a great thing. Dobby, Dobby is really honored."

"But, but..." He glanced at Felix cautiously and opened the pocket on his back, "A few of them were unfortunately damaged."

"It's not your fault. I have been prepared for this." Felix said.

In the bag were some small handheld cameras and their fragments. Well, they were Muggle products, without any trace of magic. The "Future World" company purchased a batch of them in bulk for research, and got a discount because of the large quantity.

When Harry was under the Cruciatus Curse, Felix placed some of them around the cemetery from a distance. Because the cemetery war caused great damage to the environment, it was completely understandable that some were lost.

"Dobby collected all the fragments he could find, and maybe they can be repaired." Dobby said with his chest puffed out.

"...You did a great job, Dobby." Felix glanced at the completely torn tapes in the bag. He didn't know if he could fix them with magic.

He leaned over to pick up a complete camera, fiddled with the buttons, and leaned over to look. The quality of the picture was quite bad, but he was still satisfied. "Voldemort's bald head is quite conspicuous... Dobby, hide them and don't tell anyone."

"Yes, Mr. Happ!" Dobby said happily, happy that he had gained Felix's trust. He put on the big bag again, "Sir, if Mr. Lupin or Mr. Harry Potter asks--"

"They don't know about this." Felix said expressionlessly.

"Oh... okay." Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared from the tent.

Felix stared deeply at the place where Dobby disappeared.

He should have called Dumbledore. This would be safer, but he finally rejected this approach. It had nothing to do with personal feelings-he and Dumbledore always got along well, but he wanted to reduce variables as much as possible and put the rhythm of things completely under his control. So he would rather use Dobby than reveal it to Dumbledore.

"The human heart is unpredictable..." he murmured.

Felix went to such great lengths for three purposes: to complete the time loop, to solve Hermione's time backlash, and to bring back Harry and the other two. As for other things, they were not within his consideration.

All along, the tacit understanding between him and Dumbledore came from their common interests - to destroy Voldemort. But this time, Felix's "interests" changed and became very small. Voldemort was dispensable in his eyes, but he was not sure what judgment Dumbledore would make.

A worry naturally arose:

Is it more important for his three goals, or is it more important to find an opportunity to destroy Voldemort's body and eliminate a war in advance?

Those who are out of control must be excluded from the plan. This is Felix's real thought when he was making the layout.

"Then next, go out and face Fudge." Felix said to himself. He guessed that in order to divert public attention, Fudge would definitely fabricate some specious evidence and focus attention on him. There was no way, he was indeed very suspicious.

Fudge is likely to connect "trespassing into the Ministry of Magic" with what happened tonight.

When Fudge takes him away in the name of "cooperating with the investigation", Felix will definitely cooperate with him. If Fudge can still think of using the Dementors in Azkaban to get rid of him as a threat, Felix will definitely applaud.

When the decisive evidence comes out, Fudge will be doomed.

In fact, Felix may be able to turn the tables if he produces evidence now, but he still feels that it is not safe. The public's perception of Fudge has always been "weak" and "mediocre", but this evaluation is far from the impression of "personally imprisoning the hero who fought the Dark Lord" - the former is still tolerable, but the latter is infuriating.

And anger will lead to Fudge's resignation, whether he likes it or not.

Felix waved his hand to cancel the sound magic in the tent, and the clamor and noise outside came in all at once. He happened to hear Fudge's crazy roar -

"Are you going to fight against the Ministry of Magic?"

Felix was stunned and retracted his hand on the curtain.

A few minutes ago -

Fudge was walking around in the open space with a big belly. Less than a hundred feet away from him, there were two temporary tents, one of which was used as a temporary hospital; the other, where his goal was, was blocked by people.

He stared at Harry, Ron and Hermione guarding the door, feeling very irritated.

He had a strong urge to order the Aurors to rush in and take the people out, but he was a little afraid, because Dumbledore was not far away... Moreover, even if he succeeded and arrested the person with great fanfare, and the final investigation results showed that he arrested the wrong person, how would he explain to the public?

The public's saliva would drown him.

"Control them!" Fudge turned his head to the side and looked at Dumbledore. "They are openly defying the Ministry of Magic and me - I said, I just asked Felix Hep to cooperate with the investigation. It's not a conviction, it's just a precautionary measure

." "Cornelly," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I didn't refuse your request, but - as Miss Granger said, you need to wait for a while. Felix has just experienced a severe battle and he needs time to heal his injuries."

"I've been waiting outside for an hour, an hour! I made a concession...how long do you want me to wait?" Fudge shouted, "Would I abuse him again? I will definitely ask the healer of St. Mungo's -"

"The professor is the best healer," said Hermione. She shivered in the night and said in a shrill voice, "Besides, are you really sure that the healers at St. Mungo's can treat the injuries left by Voldemort?" She said the name with difficulty, and there was a gasp around her.

Fudge glared at Hermione and growled, "Don't mention that name! It's still not certain who the You-Know-Who is--"

"Mr. Minister," Harry pointed to his clothes, "I can assure you that Voldemort is really back."

"You may have been hit by a Confounding Curse. Old Crouch said for a while that his son was innocent." Fudge said impatiently, "You know nothing."

"You can have someone check," Harry said sincerely, "I've been hit by several Cruciatus Curses. There should be traces?"

"A standard lie," Fudge waved his hand, "Students can't bear the pain of the Cruciatus Curse, let alone several of them!"

"You fool!" Professor McGonagall shouted, "I can feel the storm coming from the news I read in the newspapers! Think about Crouch, think about the hands and feet of the Goblet of Fire, think about everything Harry said!"

Fudge's face turned purple, "That's all-accidental! Minerva, my intelligence tells me that the kid," he pointed at Harry, "often has nightmares, my God, he can even talk to snakes! Now he says he withstood the Cruciatus Curse--"

"Uh, Mr. Minister," Ron raised his hand, "I don't want to interrupt you, but I was also hit by the Cruciatus Curse. It was really painful. I wished I could die immediately," he grinned and said with a smile, "But I look quite conscious now..."

A loud sob came from the crowd.

"Oh, poor little Ronnie! Poor Harry! What on earth have you endured?" Mrs. Weasley said in tears, while Bill and Mr. Weasley hugged her on both sides.

Fudge still stared at them stubbornly. He looked at Hermione, "You won't say that you were hit by the Cruciatus Curse too?"

"I didn't," Hermione said calmly, "The person who hurt me was Yaxley, a guard from the Ministry of Magic who was ordered to protect us. That's why I refused you to go in. What if there is Voldemort's undercover among you?"

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous!" Fudge said loudly, panting, "I say again, the truth has not been found out yet, you can't state your guesses as facts." He looked at Dumbledore and said in a pleading tone, "Dumbledore, please think about me, I have to do something."

"Fudge, Fudge," Dumbledore said sternly, "Your biggest problem is that you did too little before, and now you want to do too much, and you are going further and further on the wrong path. What you need most now is to calm down, withdraw all the Aurors, I promise you, you will get the whole truth tomorrow morning."

Fudge's face was pale, and he looked at Dumbledore in panic. "Tomorrow...? Whose truth? The truth you want?" As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

His words stirred up a hornet's nest. Professor McGonagall scolded loudly, Hagrid and Moody's rough voices echoed in the night sky, and the students stared. What did they hear? Fudge was slandering their headmaster?

Fudge's body trembled in fear, "Dumbledore, you have seen it too, the testimony of three students and a gentleman of good reputation, which one should I believe? Besides, Yaxley is dead..." A haze floated in his heart.

Yes, Yaxley is dead, who is the power behind him? Could it be... Impossible!

At this time, a large number of footsteps approached from a distance, and a gap was made in the crowd. It was the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic who came to reinforce.

"Minister, all the Aurors and strikers in the Ministry are here, but..." Dawlish said cautiously after looking around.

"Very good," Fudge said, "Very good!" He said it again loudly, as if he had added countless courage.

He stared at the air, not looking into Dumbledore's eyes, and gave orders to the Aurors: "Arrest Felix Hepp, and those who hinder... will be regarded as obstructing law enforcement and taken away together."

"Listen to me, Fudge! Think about what you are doing!" Dumbledore took a step forward, emitting an indescribable power.

Fudge couldn't help but take a half step back, but he still stubbornly didn't look at him, "You should also think about what you are doing, Dumbledore!" He retorted, waving his hand, and the dark mass of Aurors and strikers raised their wands and moved forward step by step.

"Sorry, I can't let you take the professor away like this." Hermione raised her wand tremblingly. "

Mr. Minister, I used to respect you very much, but I didn't expect--" Harry shook his head and took a step forward, and Ron stood beside him.

Fudge finally lost his mind, and he roared loudly: "Are you going to fight against the Ministry of Magic?"

"That depends on how you define 'fighting against the Ministry of Magic' and 'opposing tyranny'." A voice in the crowd said faintly. Fred and George stood up, drew out their wands and pointed them at Fudge.

Fudge's eyes widened.

Then another student stood up.

"My grandmother said that you should insist on doing the right thing. What you did is wrong." Neville said tremblingly, and raised his wand at the same time. His words attracted the approval of a group of Gryffindor students.

"Mr. Minister, we hope you will consider it carefully." Cedric said, he, Collins and Roger stood in front of Harry. Some students from the other three colleges came out under the leadership of three warriors. They stood in front of Harry and the others, pointing their wands at Fudge and the Aurors.

"We will go too." Draco Malfoy said to his two followers with a twinkling look in his eyes, looking at the crowd that was gathering.

Members of the Magic Club came out;

some students who had taken the dueling class came out;

some students who had chosen the ancient magic course also came out;

and on more occasions, students who had received casual instructions from Felix came out;

red sparks splashed from the tips of their wands, brighter than the starry sky at night.

When only one or two people stood out, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic could still move forward calmly; when the number of people pointing at them reached one-third, they stopped; when more people were infected by the solemn and solemn atmosphere, led by their companions, silently raised their wands and looked at them with angry eyes, and when this number exceeded half, the Aurors just wanted to escape from here immediately.

"You, you guys--"

Fudge looked blankly at the wands pointed at him from all directions, because the Auror's gathered courage was popped like a soap bubble in the sun. He felt dizzy and had only one thought in his mind-

he was finished.