In Hogsmeade Village, Felix was talking to a representative of the French Ministry of Magic.

The man named "Giles Fitzgerald" was very talkative. If you ignore the fact that he often stretched out his hand to smooth his pitifully sparse hair, the whole process was quite relaxed and pleasant.

"I heard that Mr. Happ is also a director of Beauxbatons. He is a talent discovered by Mr. Nick Flamel... He really picked the right person. Mr. Flamel has always been generous. I received a considerable scholarship when I was in school. He is really a good person, isn't he, Myron?"

Giles turned his head to look at the middle-aged wizard next to him, who is the vice-headmaster of Beauxbatons.

"You are right." Myron said steadily, "Mr. Flamel's departure is a loss to the French wizarding world."

Giles cleared his throat, "That's right, but we have Mr. Happ again. History always comes back..."

"Yes." Vice-headmaster Myron said briefly.

Felix smiled and said nothing. This conversation took place when Giles was trying to find out about his arrangement for the Beauxbatons scholarship. When he learned that everything was the same as before, Giles spent a full ten minutes flattering him. However, when Giles found that Felix was not interested in the part about flattering himself, he turned around and praised Nico Flamel's contribution.

Nico Flamel left a lot of legacy, but Felix only took the most useful part for him, and the other things were left there untouched. Including Nico's vault in the French Gringotts branch, he had only been there once, and there were not many alchemical items worth his attention.

So when the Gringotts goblin took out a thick stack of contracts, he did not choose to cancel any of them.

Felix thought that doing so would make him happy.

"The wind is a bit strong today." Giles muttered, reaching out to push aside the strand of hair that kept tickling his nose in front of him.

But soon, there were bursts of noise from a distance, and Felix raised his head and looked into the distance, his expression becoming serious.

He stretched out his hand, and a small black dot appeared on the palm of his hand. The dot was like ink dropped into clear water, and it quickly spread out. In the blink of an eye, a book appeared in his hand.

"Mr. Hep?" Giles asked in surprise, while curiously looking at the book of runes in his hand.

"We are in trouble, Mr. Giles. Tell others to hide for a while." Felix said calmly, and his figure suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already standing near the edge of Hogsmeade.

An exaggerated black tornado hit the village of Hogsmeade. Wherever the black tornado went, it uprooted the rocks, grass, trees, and wizards along the way.

"Silence."

Felix heard Amelia Bones's loud voice say, but the effect was minimal. Everyone was frightened by the sudden natural disaster. Although the tornado was still some distance away, the howling wind and raindrops had already arrived first and were hitting them head on.

"Ministry of Magic Aurors, strikers, help me resist the storm." Ms. Bones shouted loudly, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic appeared from hidden corners.

Felix put his hand on the book of runes, and the pages flipped "clattering". A dozen milky white balls of light flew out of it and rushed straight towards the huge monster.

"It's illumination magic!"

"Professor Hepp is here."

The black tornado swallowed the ball of light in one gulp. After a few seconds, the volume of the tornado expanded rapidly, as if it was going to roll down the clouds in the sky. From the howling vortex, dazzling beams of light pierced out, just in time to break it up before it broke into the village. The

black tornado was forced to disperse into more than a dozen small whirlwinds, rushed into the village and began to wreak havoc. The stones and branches that followed fell from the sky. Felix watched as a rock the size of a human head smashed a big hole in the roof of a shop. The subsequent whirlwind blew the furniture and ornaments inside everywhere, looking like some kind of monster that was vomiting.

After Felix dispersed a small tornado, he had to stop. He stood in the scattered air currents and stared at the sky. A black-robed wizard appeared in the air, his facial features blurred and his skin pale.

His red eyes looked down at the mess below, and he grinned silently. Would thousands of wizards be useful?

"Come up." He mouthed.

Felix was unmoved, staring at Voldemort with silver eyes. From the perspective of the Thestrals, his soul radiated black light from inside to outside, and more than one piece was missing, like a rotten pumpkin that was gnawed by wild beasts and discarded.

A thought flashed through Felix's mind: Voldemort's soul was even uglier than his appearance.

He counted it over and over again, and there were seven gaps in total.

That is to say, Voldemort made a total of seven Horcruxes... Including the body, he divided the soul into eight parts.

They have destroyed four of the Horcruxes, the diary, the crown, the Gaunt ring, and the snake. There are three left: Slytherin's locket is in Dumbledore's hands; Harry, as a half-Horcrux, cannot be stripped at the moment; and the last one - unknown.

Felix moved his lips and told Dumbledore, who was in a corner of Hogsmeade, this information. After doing all this, he kicked the stone under his feet, jumped into the air, and faced Voldemort from a distance.

"I overestimated you, Voldemort," Felix said, "The person who claims to be the ruler actually kills innocent people."

"It's just a greeting. Do you care about accidentally hurting one or two ants?" Voldemort said lazily. He twirled the snakewood staff in his hand, staring at Felix's silver eyes, his snake-like nostrils expanding excitedly. "Sure enough... you also transformed yourself. You chose the Thestrals?"

"Ah," Felix said calmly, "After all, they are creatures that are somewhat related to death."

"But they are too weak. I prefer basilisks," Voldemort commented in a condescending tone: "I bred several, but unfortunately none of them grew up. It may be because of the lack of some key steps. Later I found that I prefer dark magic. I did some experiments on myself. Some were successful and some were not... This is the price of being at the forefront of the entire wizarding world. You have to do some trial and error."

Voldemort enjoyed this kind of communication before the war. It was one of his few interests. But there were very few people in this world who could discuss magic with him, especially since he and Dumbledore had nothing in common - Dumbledore kept greeting him with Transfiguration, and kept talking about the "power of love".

"Why didn't I see Dumbledore? Did you have a falling out?" Voldemort said maliciously, his snake-like pupils looking down.

"Isn't this what you expected? I killed a dozen dark wizards before you showed up. He might not like it and left early." Felix said.

Voldemort looked at his face carefully, as if examining the truth of his words.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "he is no longer my opponent."

"Tsk." Felix smacked his lips.

"Do you think I'm bragging?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know. But it looks like you've finally found a suitable wand for yourself, so you dare to show up openly." Felix said that from the beginning, Voldemort placed the wand in the most conspicuous position.

"The wand made by Salazar Slytherin himself, inherited by his most outstanding descendants." Voldemort spread out his hands, and the wand in his hand burst into emerald light and vibrated buzzingly.

"That would really suit you." Felix said slowly.

After a brief exchange, a fierce battle broke out.

...

Hogsmeade Village was in chaos.

Madam Malkin ran out of her dilapidated shop, looking very embarrassed. The door of her shop was blown away, and no one knew where she ran to at the moment. When she saw Voldemort in mid-air, she suddenly collapsed to the ground and said absentmindedly: "It's true... He's really back..."

The relatively calm wizards gathered together and worked together to fight the small tornado that Felix had just dispersed.

The staff arranged in advance by the Ministry of Magic came in handy, and some wizards with good combat power also took the initiative to join in. The owner of the Leaky Cauldron cursed while smashing a small tornado, and raised his head to see a white-bearded old man who looked a bit like him not far away.

"You are really useless." Aberforth said bluntly.

Dumbledore waved his hand to disperse a whirlwind and listened attentively. After a few seconds, his eyes showed a complex expression, surprise, regret, and hesitation. When he raised his head, he found that his brother was staring at him with a vicious look, and seemed to be hesitating whether to punch him in the nose.

"Ah, sorry, what did you just say?"

Dumbledore glanced at the distance. The battle had already begun. Felix led Voldemort outside the village. The sound of the two fighting resounded through the valley. The black thunder accompanied by the dazzling golden flames plowed the earth again and again. Then the sky began to rain spears, gold coins and... Was that the cork of butter beer?

In the corner, a fat wizard with a walrus beard looked around. When he met Dumbledore's sight, he smiled awkwardly.

...

A large golden-red bird fell from the sky. It had a golden tail and a pair of sharp claws of the same color. There were a bunch of people hanging on its legs, especially one on its tail. Fawkes cried unsatisfiedly and shook off the guy who was pulling its tail feathers all the way.

"Oh my God--"

"Ouch! Don't press on me."

"Don't talk, stay alert!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville got up from the ground and saw Sirius holding his wand and looking around vigilantly. "Take out your wands, kids." Harry and the other four did as they were told. In front of them was a mess, with rubble all over the ground, and the windows displaying goods were broken. No window was intact. The sign of a shop was smashed by something, and a thick layer of dust was spread.

"That's Madam Malkin's shop, where is her door?" Ron pointed to the robe shop with the door wide open.

A figure staggered into the shop. It was Draco Malfoy. He almost rolled and crawled into Madam Malkin's shop.

"What's wrong with him?" Neville said puzzled.

"Maybe he's scared," Ron said contemptuously, "No one asked him to come. He grabbed Fawkes's tail by himself."

Harry looked at Madam Malkin's robe shop in silence. He suddenly felt that he had been cheated.

Malfoy said he supported Professor Happ, but he kept silent about how he supported him, not to mention admitting that his father was a Death Eater. The only valuable information Malfoy said during the whole process was that he admitted that he personally handed the diary (Horcrux) to Professor Happ.

But the problem is that Malfoy didn't know that the diary was a Horcrux.

Now think about it, this doesn't mean anything at all. Maybe he was afraid of being controlled by the diary again, so he took the initiative to hand it over, and the professor he chose was Professor Happ, who was also from Slytherin College. As he said, he didn't want to be associated with the Chamber of Secrets...

As for whether he considered the safety of the little wizard from a Muggle family during this period, only God knows.

"Are we late?" Neville asked, with tension and excitement still on his face. He regarded this as a regular action against Voldemort. "You-Know-Who raided here? But where are the professors? Where is Principal Dumbledore? Where are the staff of the Ministry of Magic?" There

was no one around.

The phoenix raised its head and called out, and flew straight in one direction.

They looked at each other.

"Let's keep up!" Sirius whispered, "Remember, we are not here to fight. I have fought with Voldemort and know how terrifying his strength is... We must first meet with the headmaster, Felix or any of the Ministry of Magic, and tell them Harry's idea." At this point, he was silent for a while, "You are all students, but also the most determined fighters. I hope you can grow. No matter how much I talk in class, it is not as good as one practice. So, don't die."

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville nodded silently. This feeling is really different from the usual class.

"Boom!"

There was a huge sound in the distance, as if a mountain collapsed.

"It's the direction where Fawkes left. The professor and Headmaster Dumbledore may be there." Harry said.

They ran quickly. The streets were full of building fragments, as well as furniture, books, cages, clothes from nowhere... They climbed over obstacles one by one in fear. Fortunately, they did not find any bodies.

"Over there!"

In the distance were hundreds of wizards, as if all the people in Hogsmeade had gathered there. The phoenix Fawkes flew forward, casting dots of light. It finally landed on a rusty bracket, with a tattered wooden sign underneath.

"The Hog's Head."

They exchanged glances, very curious about Fawkes's stop here. Harry walked forward and looked through the window with a big hole in it. He was almost choked by the sudden smell of sheep. The tables near the door were covered in dust, and the floor was dirty and full of greasy stains. The light in

the Hog's Head was very dim, and a person could be vaguely seen sitting there. Harry opened his mouth wide. It was Principal Dumbledore!

Why is he here? Shouldn't he be fighting outside? Is it a one-on-one contest between Voldemort and Professor Happ? Wouldn't Headmaster Dumbledore advocate the spirit of fair fighting? Harry's mind was in a mess, and he didn't even hear Sirius calling him. He pushed the door open in a daze.

Fawkes, who was standing on the bracket, took the opportunity to fly in. It circled twice in the room, and seemed to be unable to find a place to land. Finally, it landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Harry? What do you see?" Sirius and others walked carefully behind, and with the help of the faint light of a few small candles, they saw the only person in the room. "Principal Dumbledore?" They shouted in disbelief.

"Ah, it's you," Dumbledore said softly. He turned his head to look at Fawkes on his shoulder and said reproachfully, "You shouldn't have brought them here."

Fawkes chirped softly.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, we have important information to tell you," Harry said anxiously, "Voldemort has obtained Salazar Slytherin's snakewood wand--"

"I know, Minerva told me through the Patronus." Dumbledore calmly played with the teacup. "

And--the headmaster of Ilvermorny was killed by Voldemort."

"I know that too," Dumbledore said softly, "Professor Fontana... he shouldn't have died."

"I also know how to use Parseltongue to control the snakewood wand to go dormant, I can help." Harry said.

"Maybe not, Harry." Dumbledore interrupted, his blue eyes examining Harry through the transparent lenses, "No." He repeated again, "You are not the master of that wand, it will not listen to you, especially when it is held in the hands of its true owner. And it is too dangerous to let you join the battlefield rashly, I can't agree."

Harry was speechless, and the excitement of seeing Headmaster Dumbledore at the beginning disappeared in an instant.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you didn't join the battle? Then is Professor Happ the only one fighting outside now?" Hermione asked sharply.

"That's right, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said calmly, seemingly unaware of the hidden meaning in her words.

"But why - leaving the professor alone - the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic -" Hermione stuttered.

"That's a long story," Dumbledore's tone was still calm, he lowered his head and looked at his empty teacup: "For example, Voldemort did not choose the battlefield we planned, and for example, I was too stubborn before... My reaction may be slower than usual, and I had to take time to protect others after the incident... But the real reason why I am sitting here drinking tea is that Felix stopped me."

"What?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Three people brought me messages today, but only Felix's news excited me the most." Dumbledore said: "I had to restrain myself... because I knew that we were not ready yet, and the conditions were far from mature."

"But if you join forces with Professor Happ -" Harry said eagerly.

"This is the key point. Defeating or driving away Voldemort is not what we want. What we want is to keep him." Dumbledore looked at them with a wry smile: "Felix is ​​fighting outside, and I am thinking about countermeasures and how to appear... I know very well that even if Felix and I join forces, we can't keep him. We will only scare him away. Unless he becomes more arrogant and feels that he has won, or--" He hesitated, thinking of the information Felix told him.

Felix can see the incomplete soul...

"--Or make him become a frightened bird, and be in a state of panic all day long, revealing his own flaws." He said softly.

Everyone looked at him in confusion, but Dumbledore had no intention of explaining. He raised his head and seemed to be suddenly interested in the ceiling above his head.

After a long while.

Dumbledore suddenly made a move. He took off the gloves he had worn for nearly two months and showed his right hand. His slender palm immediately changed-losing moisture bit by bit, as if the flesh and blood were burned by invisible flames, becoming dry and charred, and finally like a piece of coke just taken out of a hot fireplace.

Dumbledore raised his hand, looked closely at it, and then took out a black gem ring from his pocket with his intact left hand and put it on his hand.

"Principal Dumbledore." Harry held his breath, "Your hand--"

Was it a disguise? Or was it really injured? So he kept wearing gloves? His memory became clearer. In the few appearances since the beginning of this semester, Principal Dumbledore seemed to be wearing white gloves.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Dumbledore shook his head, "Let's go, let's end the battle."

He stood up and his body began to radiate powerful energy.

Although Harry did not understand what Principal Dumbledore meant, at least he knew that the principal had decided to join the battle. This information was exciting enough. He had already imagined the scene of Voldemort fleeing in his mind. They pushed open the tattered door and walked out.

A thin figure wearing a robe turned the corner and ran towards the crowd.

Harry concentrated on identifying, "It might be Malfoy." He said in surprise. Didn't he hide in Madam Malkin's robe shop?

"Draco Malfoy? He came with you?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Yes." Harry said vaguely. He didn't want the headmaster to continue asking questions, because it involved Sirius's plan to cast the Oblivion Charm on the students. Although he knew Snape would not miss this opportunity to complain, he still hoped that Headmaster Dumbledore would know as late as possible. Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore

did not ask more questions. He nodded gently.

"Stand behind the crowd, don't go forward, and don't show your head." Dumbledore said seriously at the door. The sign with a boar's head painted on their heads creaked. "Sirius, keep an eye on them."

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore." Sirius whispered. From the moment he came in until now, he didn't dare to look Dumbledore in the eye, even though he thought he was right.

The battle in the distance had reached its most intense moment. The ground was riddled with holes and various traces of magic could be seen. They approached quietly, and no one noticed them. The expressions of the wizards watching the battle were fascinated.

The two people in the battle were far beyond their comprehension, let alone intervention. A dozen puppet guards shattered on the ground were the price of rashly approaching.

"Keep your distance, you don't want to be burned to death by the Fiendfyre, do you?" Ms. Bones shouted. A group of Aurors and strikers blocked the front of the crowd, dividing the battlefield. But standing in the front was a row of tall and burly puppet guards - one-third of the Ministry of Magic's large-scale purchases were here.

These puppet guards uniformly propped up magic barriers and bore the aftermath of the battle.

In the distance, Voldemort's Fiery Serpent and the dragon shaped by Felix's Brightfire Charm collided violently. The two seemed to be incompatible. Every collision would scatter large pieces of red and white flames. These fragments fell to the ground and burned the ground black.

Stones continued to crack under the cold air and the burning of the flames.

Harry looked around and finally found Malfoy in a corner. He was wearing a large cloak, covering himself tightly. Harry could only barely recognize him through his gray eyes and pointed chin.

At this moment, Draco Malfoy's eyes were fixed on the battlefield. He truly felt the fighting power and pressure of the world's top wizards - it was completely different from what he saw from his father.

Harry couldn't guess what Malfoy was thinking at the moment, but at least he knew that he must be very excited now, much more excited than the house elf standing on the trash can next to him to watch the battle... Hey, where did the house elf come from?

Did a wizard bring it? Harry thought blankly.