Fear? Actually a little... but more of doubt. Felix didn't think that he couldn't avoid a killing curse. In that memory, the green light of the spell was released from the front, so there was no problem of sneak attack. Moreover, Felix thought about his reaction in the memory -

very calm.

Would he accept death so calmly? He was very curious about this.

Valen gently pulled the clothes on his chest. Felix lowered his head and smiled and said, "It should be just a prank." He walked into the bedroom, put Valen in his cradle, and then returned to the office.

The small box with the "death memory" lay quietly on the desk. Felix carefully checked it, took out some filling paper from it, and then took out a postcard. On the front of the postcard was a landscape picture of Big Ben and a motto printed on it: Everyone has the right to choose.

Felix easily judged that this was an ordinary card, maybe from a newsstand in the Muggle world? He turned to the back, and there was nothing there.

Who could have sent it? Is it possible that it was really a bad prank?

But from this sentence, Felix read the goodwill, and since it was a matter of life and death, no one would be careless, at least he would never be.

He temporarily believed that it was true: someone witnessed his death and ventured back to the past to warn him.

At this time, the golden clock pointed to eleven o'clock. He took the golden clock and placed it on the small table in front of the sofa together with the postcard. Then he waved his fingers gently, and a row of sound transmission mirrors on the shelf, the heating nut in the ring... all the things that could contact the outside world were placed on it.

Felix leaned on the back of the sofa, waiting quietly like a silent statue, occasionally casting a casual glance at the golden clock. Time passed little by little, midnight passed, no one contacted him, and occasionally a few insects could be heard in the quiet night. Apart from that, no one suddenly appeared and asked him to rush to the unknown battlefield.

When the pointer of the small clock stopped at four o'clock in the morning, he finally moved. Counting from receiving this special gift, five hours had passed. Felix knew very well what this meant - without causing any possible serious damage, the maximum period of time travel was about five hours.

Someone has traveled a long distance in time!

Felix raised his head and stared at the ceiling. The white light of the magic lamp was not dazzling, but it made him a little dizzy. He slowly closed his eyes and appeared in the bronze armchair of the thinking room in the next second.

Felix was still twisting the memory in his hand. He threw it hard again, and the familiar picture appeared in the air until--

"Avada Kendawa!"

The voice was cold and sharp. He recognized the owner of the voice. It was Voldemort.

"So this is a warning from the future, an uncertain time. At that time, Voldemort has been resurrected." Felix said to himself. He stared at the picture that kept repeating in the air. This memory was obviously processed, hiding the perspective of the owner of the memory, but the method was very crude. For a memory master like him, he could see the flaws in it at a glance.

But seeing the flaws does not mean that he can restore the real memory, nor does it mean that the information in the memory is forged.

The only thing Felix can be sure of at this moment is that the owner of the memory does not want to reveal his identity. He is meticulous and not unfamiliar with memory magic. He should learn, practice, or at least often come into contact with this kind of magic.

What else can be analyzed? Felix touched his chin, "Of course, perspective is also important."

He put his right leg on his left leg and looked at the illusory image under the steps on the bronze chair. In the thinking hut, except for the chair he was sitting on and the dozen steps under the chair, there was nothing around him. He was like sitting in a huge square.

At this moment, the square mountain kept echoing the sound of Voldemort chanting the killing curse.

"Avada gnaw Da Wa... Avada gnaw Da Wa... Avada gnaw Da Wa... Avada gnaw Da Wa..."

"If Voldemort was resurrected at that time, then the person who saw all this, does it mean that he is a Death Eater? No, not necessarily... It may also be Voldemort's enemy."

Felix wanted to find this person and get more information.

From the existing information, this person - whether it is a man or a woman, he should have a close relationship with himself, be thoughtful, and may have discussed memory magic together. His identity must be special enough to participate in a sudden battle. He may be a Death Eater, an Auror, or a possibility that he has not thought of for the time being. And the most important point is that this person must have a time converter.

But until dawn, Felix still had a question that he couldn't figure out: There was still enough time, so why did that person take the risk of dangerous long-distance time travel?

Did he want to die? Or did he have to do so? Is there any special meaning in doing so?

Felix's mood was very complicated. If all this was true, and he really died at the hands of Voldemort - or the person who sent the memory thought so, then this practice was tantamount to changing the history that had already happened, and the backlash from time could be imagined.

Changing the known history was dangerous enough. As far as he knew, no one had really succeeded and escaped unscathed, let alone long-distance time travel.

Don't rush to make a decision... Felix warned himself that he needed to confirm a few questions first.

In the early morning of June 22, Felix appeared in the hall early. He spent quite a long time on this meal because he had to wait for several people. When Snape appeared in a black robe, Felix smiled slightly and moved his seat next to Snape.

"You have a time converter." Felix said affirmatively.

Snape stared at him expressionlessly for a while, "Your joke-telling skills have regressed," he said coldly.

"I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. Severus," Felix shrugged.

Not him. Felix stared at Snape's back as he left and thought.

The second person was Dumbledore, and Felix asked him whether his "little trick" of flicking away spells with his fingers came from the ability he gained after the transformation.

"Have you finally come to this, Felix?" Dumbledore asked softly, he seemed to be lost in his memories, and he looked up after a long while. Felix was still waiting for his answer. Dumbledore nodded slightly. "The so-called metamorphosis, or transformation into a 'magical creature', although there are different ways of expressing it, but in my understanding, it is actually a process in which you study a certain field to an incredible degree, and then you have a flash of inspiration and gain a comprehensive understanding of it."

"When you reach this step, your magic power begins to change spontaneously to match your understanding of magic... As for what each person will gain, it should be related to his field of research. My ability to deflect spells is essentially a higher level of human body transformation."

Felix suddenly understood.

Previously, Dumbledore had transformed his hand in a very advanced way, closer to the essence of magic, thus simulating the ability of some magical animals. A series of names of powerful creatures flashed through his mind, including fire dragons, manticores, cockatrices, chimeras, basilisks...

and this seemed to mean that Dumbledore could break some consensus in the magic world, such as wizards could not transform into magical creatures, even Animagus could not do this, but Dumbledore undoubtedly touched this field.

Magical creatures... So that's what it means? Felix thought.

He couldn't help but guess what abilities he would gain after completing the transformation, which was related to ancient magic runes... He began to think about the characteristics of ancient magic runes, but it was really difficult for him to give a precise definition, because there were too many magic runes, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were ever-changing. He was moved

. Ever-changing... Putting this word on him, wouldn't it be the incarnation of ancient magic runes? This idea seemed to match the picture in his memory - Voldemort used the killing curse, and he turned into a magic rune to dodge.

It's really fascinating to think about it.

However, a new question arose. If he would not die at all, why would that person risk time travel? In addition, he had not yet completed the transformation process, and there was still a long way to go. Felix estimated that there would be hope at least until the end of this summer vacation and the beginning of the new school year.

Does this mean that the scene he saw would not happen until at least two or three months later?

Felix put down his knife and fork and left the hall with a lot of confusion. At this time, Harry, Ron and Hermione happened to walk in. They were discussing something fiercely.

"Granger, Potter, Weasley," he hesitated for a moment, but still called them, "Is your research on the time turner... progressing smoothly?"

Harry and Ron subconsciously looked at Hermione.

"Oh! Professor, uh, we haven't started yet," Hermione said embarrassedly, "I plan to do this after the game is over."

"Oh, I see."

He nodded to the three people and turned to leave. The time seemed to be right, of course, provided that they could really succeed. It seems that he must keep an eye on it at all times. He had a new question, that is, who among the three of them was more likely to use the time turner?

If it was just a repair, then Granger was more likely to be the one. But it was hard to judge who was the "user".

Felix's heart sank. He had warned her.

But it was still uncertain. He still had time to get more evidence to verify his guess. After the second-year exams were over tomorrow, he would have nothing to do until the end of the semester. He could keep a close eye on the progress of Granger and the others repairing the time-turner.

This was also true for the entire summer vacation. It was a pity. Felix was planning to take some time to go to Azkaban during the summer vacation. He got a few names from Lucius. They were all Voldemort's most loyal believers. Maybe one of them knew the secret of the Horcrux.

He had thought of this guess when he was in the Ministry of Magic. At first, he went astray until he connected Dumbledore, Voldemort, Azkaban and the Death Eaters together. Only then did he trigger the real inspiration: if Voldemort had suffered many serious injuries, he must have a fixed assistant. This person was likely a Death Eater, and an extremely loyal Death Eater. Then the memory in this person's mind was undoubtedly a treasure - a treasure of Horcruxes - waiting for him to dig.

Especially the one called Bellatrix, Lucius said she was crazy and fanatically worshipped the Dark Lord. Felix suspected that she had suffered a serious confusion spell or memory tampering. But it was not necessarily the case. Lucius believed that she was cruel and vicious in her bones, and the appearance of the Dark Lord just satisfied her morbid desires...

On the other side.

Harry, Ron and Hermione just came out of the Owl Shed, and Hermione looked upset.