Chapter 605: Spread of the News

At the beginning of the holiday, Felix disappeared for two weeks.

He only contacted the outside world through owls or sound transmission mirrors. Every reply was very brief, and he would usually attach the words "Concentrate on research, do not disturb unless it is important" at the end of the letter. This reduced his social activities by 90%, and all kinds of smart people who smelled clues also shut up obediently, including those who waved Gringotts gold notes and wanted to invest in the "Future World" company.

This is not to say that Felix stayed indoors all day and stayed in Classroom No. 7 with a hairless guy.

He always believed that a good mood would help improve work efficiency.

So during this time, he went to the Grand Canyon to see the Red River, went to the bottom of the sea to see corals, and of course, he might suddenly appear at the door of a friend's house. The number of wizards is not a lot, but it is not a small number either. Take the UK as an example. There are more than 20,000 wizards living in a population of nearly 60 million. The total wizard population is about 2 million. There may be errors in the number, but the size will not change.

It's just that they are relatively scarce when scattered around the world.

The wizarding world also has some famous attractions, such as the female ghost forest, ghost town, vampire community and other unique magical places. They are like black markets in different countries, with strange rules. . . If you want to spend a pleasant afternoon, you must abide by them.

For example, the requirement of a certain vampire community open to the public is "don't show your teeth when smiling". It is difficult for wizard families who come to play to figure out whether the vendors who claim to sell you authentic "vampire food" are real vampires. Felix seriously suspects that they are ordinary wizards in disguise.

"Blood roses, every bite is mellow!" A pale, acne-covered wizard shouted hard, and his eyes lit up when he saw Felix, "This sir, you have a good eye - no lady will refuse - uh -"

He lowered his head and looked at Valen wearing a lady's hat, and coughed violently.

"Ask a question," Felix said, a golden Galleon dancing on his fingertips, "Do vampires get acne?"

"We do!" the vendor complained, "You can't discriminate against us. Although our physique is a little special, but--"

Felix pointed to his flat teeth exposed by excitement, and the vendor quickly covered his mouth.

"All products are 50% off, plus a ticket to visit the Vampire Duke's Castle," the vendor looked around, leaned his head closer and lowered his voice, saying, "It is said that this activity is very popular among Muggles."

"...Deal."

Two minutes later, Felix and Valen each put on a vampire mask. None of them had the courage to try the blood roses that were said to be "pure in taste", but it was nice to put them on their heads as decorations.

They also wore a silver cross on their chests, with a suffering vampire with fangs tied to the cross-it was said to be a very famous guy who invented a substitute for human blood-also a product recommended by the vendor.

"It matches your mask perfectly!"

Compared to this, Voldemort's life seems to be less than satisfactory - if he is conscious enough. In addition to having nightmares every day and cooperating with various emotional tests, he occasionally accepts the attention of a Niffler...

Unfortunately, Voldemort's will is much stronger than expected. The current research progress is quite slow and the results are few. Felix must be careful not to let him die - Dumbledore went to the International Confederation of Wizards for a meeting. Before he comes back, Felix must ensure that Voldemort is intact.

Therefore, those "destructive tests" cannot be done.

In a recent letter, Felix urged Dumbledore to come back as soon as possible.

He brought up the old things again, hoping to fill Voldemort's mind with a lot of remorse. But this matter actually comes with certain risks, because they face a difficult problem that has not been solved: how to ensure that the soul fragments will not hurt Harry after being separated from him?

After all, they only have the last two intact Horcruxes in their hands - Hufflepuff's gold cup and Slytherin's locket, which means that even if they find a way, they only have two chances to try and fail.

...

During the time when Felix was isolated from the outside world, other people were not idle either.

Aurors and strikers were scattered by Ms. Bones to various places to launch a large-scale "anti-gang" operation. Because of the shortage of manpower, members of the Order of the Phoenix also joined in. They were experienced temporary external personnel, and their combat effectiveness and experience were much higher than the new recruits recruited by the Ministry of Magic in the past two years.

In addition to the Death Eaters, spies attached to Voldemort, and dark wizards, some forgotten people were also affected by this operation.

In the north of England, the terrain is high.

There was a slight sound outside the cave. The skinny wizard pricked up his ears and dared not move. After a long time of no movement, he swallowed hard. It might be a mouse. He leaned his head on the torn wool felt, his eyes dull-

"Boom!" The stone at the entrance of the cave was blown away, and a beam of dazzling sunlight fell on him.

"Igor Karkaroff!?" a hideous voice said. Karkaroff shuddered and desperately blocked his body with both hands. The long-term solitary life had exhausted his courage. He trembled and said, "Don't, don't kill me!" A hoarse

laugh came from outside.

A few seconds later, Karkaroff opened his eyes. He had been hiding in the dark nest for too long, hiding during the day and coming out at night, and was not very accustomed to the bright light. But he still used his remaining reason to perceive something wrong - if it were his former dangerous and evil companions, they would drag him out of the cave like a dead dog at this time, or directly give him an unforgettable Cruciatus Curse.

There were shadows outside the cave.

Karkaroff went against the light and saw a hideous, scarred face. He would never forget those iconic eyes in his life. "Mad-Eye?" Karkaroff was mixed with sadness and joy. After more than ten years, he fell into the hands of this old Auror again.

Moody didn't waste time talking to him. He grabbed his collar and pulled him out roughly.

"Come and see what I found!" Moody said with half disgust and half surprise: "You will never imagine--" Seven or eight people gathered around and whispered to each other. "The former headmaster of Durmstrang?" "He is not dead?" "This smell... How long has he been hiding?" "Almost a year, the Dark Lord fell quickly, and he escaped."

Karkaroff grabbed the last person who spoke, and shouted with bulging eyes: "What did you say? The Dark Lord-the Dark Lord fell? He, he died?"

Frank Longbottom pried Karkaroff's hands apart one by one.

"Be thankful that even a despicable person like you can share this joy." He said calmly: "I heard that you once abandoned your students and ran away alone? Let me give you a piece of advice, never go back..."

Karkaroff didn't hear the rest of the words. He staggered a few steps, staring at his shaking, skeleton-like hands, and muttered, "Dead, he's dead?" He suddenly howled, "Voldemort is dead! Voldemort! Ha! He's dead! Voldemort! That bastard! Bastard! You've done me so much harm - woo woo."

"Is he crazy?"

"Who cares?" Moody spat on the ground. "There are still six places where dark wizards are suspected to be entrenched. Try to clean them up today. Remember -" "

Stay alert at all times." The young voice said.

Moody's fake eyes stared at the new female Auror who interrupted, and said with a creepy smile: "You learn quickly, Collins, I hope it's not just talk." Collins Foley shrank his neck and stopped talking. Professor Moody was still so scary. Frank Longbottom gave her a friendly smile.

That evening, a grand celebration banquet was held inside the Ministry of Magic.

The news of Voldemort's downfall was also spread in a private way. That evening, owls flew into thousands of wizarding families with this heavy news. Expedited mail took off at dusk, and they became part of the festive celebrations in the next few days, interspersed over the UK.

Outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon, the Diggory family was having dinner.

The affectionate female voice on the magic radio sang the chorus, and the song was coming to an end. After eating and drinking, Mr. Diggory picked up the conversation.

"Your girlfriend, Qiu, her parents also work in the Ministry. What I mean is - if you are not interested in dealing with magical creatures, you can try there and get a feel for the situation first -"

"Oh, Dad, we have talked about this issue many times." Cedric muttered.

"But things have changed. The You-Know-Who is finished, Ced, I hope you realize this: the Ministry is no longer a den of dragons and tigers, and you don't have to worry about being attacked at any time. Look! It has become a place where good children should go again..."

Mrs. Diggory glanced at her husband. Mr. Diggory shrugged. "Well, let's change the subject - talk about that yearbook. What do they call you, Puppet Master... Is it some kind of nickname?"

"That's the name I gave to my future job." Cedric protested with a little dissatisfaction.

"It's very interesting, Ced, you have discovered the potential qualities of the Diggory family, the sense of humor..." Mr. Diggory couldn't go on because Mrs. Diggory was grinding his toes hard, "Hiss - do you need me to accompany you?"

"I made an appointment with Qiu." Cedric whispered.

"Really? That's outrageous - well, I mean it's great... At least I don't have to worry about the Diggory family having no successors." Mr. Diggory said, pointing at the radio, "I don't know how many pure-blood families have been called in for questioning in the past few days. They didn't have many people to begin with, and now..."

"Next is news time. Celebrations are being held all over the country. On behalf of the Ministry of Magic staff, this column reminds everyone to keep it confidential. If you can change the fireworks to late at night and leave quickly before the Muggles notice anything unusual, the staff will be very grateful. Otherwise, you may receive a ticket of thirty Galleons..."

The same voice echoed in the Burrow not far away.

"Are there really a lot of people getting into trouble?" Ron asked.

"Yes, the workload at the Ministry has increased tenfold," Mr. Weasley said wearily, pinching his nose with his fingers. "When people are excited, they tend to forget everything else. They throw away newspapers and half-eaten snacks everywhere. Some Muggles camping in Cornwall accidentally found half a box of fruit juice that can make people float... In short, everyone is very busy."

"Let me tell you some good news," Mrs. Weasley said sternly, "your father has been working overtime these days."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"We opened a new store in Diagon Alley." Fred whispered. Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her waist and glared at the brothers for a while. She said reluctantly: "Well, if you must... can't you wait until the results are released before deciding?" She added desperately.

Fred and George shrugged.

"Mom, time waits for no one. The audience in Hogsmeade is still too small. There is still a lot of potential for our Dark Lord series of products!"

"Yes, we are going to create a 'Remembrance Festival' to soothe the hearts hurt in the battle with some products that can make people laugh." George's voice became lower and lower, because Mrs. Weasley's face quickly became gloomy, but he still whispered the most important sentence, "So we plan to move out for a while."

"Bang!"

A large pot of bacon fell on the table.

Several children at the dining table leaned back together. Mr. Weasley put on his glasses and said gently: "Molly, the children have grown up and have their own lives."

"I know, I just--" Mrs. Weasley sobbed and cried, and Mr. Weasley jumped up and hugged her, which made her even more excited, "The family is getting fewer and fewer every year... I was very sad when Bill and Charlie left, Percy didn't come back often recently, and now even Fred and George are leaving..." Fred and

George, whose names were called, fidgeted in their chairs, as if they were sitting on a prickly cushion with a poor transformation spell.

Fred hurriedly explained, "Mom, we are still living here, but we are a little busy recently..." He tried to wink at Ron and Ginny, but the two of them were glaring at the brothers with a common hatred!

He decisively shifted the blame, "If you feel that there are not enough people - Mom, there is something you'd better know. Ginny has a boyfriend -"

"Ah -" Ginny screamed.

"-It's Harry." George finally found a chance to complete the sentence.

Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley stood there like wooden sticks. After a long while, they turned their heads stiffly and looked at Fred and George. "If this is a joke, a prank of yours, I swear -" Mrs. Weasley stammered.

"Absolutely not." Fred said seriously.

Then everyone's eyes turned to Ginny, her face immediately turned red as the same color as her hair, she screamed, and ran away quickly.

The house was silent, and only the radio next to the kitchen sink was still dutifully broadcasting the news.

"--The Ministry of Magic has not disclosed more information. At present, we only know that Albus Dumbledore and Felix Heppe are suspected to be related to the sudden downfall of the You-Know-Who. Many people speculate that the two strongest people in the world joined hands to deal a fatal blow to the You-Know-Who. But the portrait of Mr. Hep hanging in St. Mungo's denied this. He admitted that he only did some auxiliary work..."

"Harry was also involved." Ron said, breaking the silence in the kitchen. "Does anyone want to hear me say it again? I mean, to some extent, I was also one of the eyewitnesses of the incident. If any reporter wants to record this history in the future, they will definitely not be able to avoid me..."

At this time, the two people mentioned in this conversation - Felix was visiting his Muggle friends Jim and Rebecca, while Harry was lazily having dinner with the Dursleys. The emotionless news broadcast on TV and the sultry air in July made the boring dinner even more boring.

"...The dangerous Tom Riddle has been arrested recently. The public does not need to panic. He will be judged by the law..."

Harry raised his head.