"Professor, how are you--"

"I'm fine." Felix got up from the ground, and Harry quickly found a chair for him to sit down. He closed his eyes and panted slightly. The three looked at Felix worriedly. The professor seemed to have recovered from the terrible state before, but the recovery was not complete-his face, neck, hands... from time to time, it would turn into dense magic runes, and then turn into complete skin the next second, repeating this process.

"I'm not familiar with this state. In order to avoid scaring people, I won't go out for now... You go to find Headmaster Dumbledore and tell him what happened."

Felix opened his eyes, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were shocked. The professor's light blue pupils were replaced by countless magic runes, and it was like two shrunken magic rune balls were placed in his eye sockets. When he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, and his body began to flicker again.

The three looked at each other.

"It is obvious that the professor needs time to master the new power. Someone must stay here during this time." Hermione said.

"I'll go, you and Ron stay here," Harry decided after a brief pause, "You're both injured--"

"You're talking as if you weren't the one who got hit by the Cruciatus Curse." Ron grinned.

Harry smiled back. "At least my legs are fine, and--" He hesitated, and said uncertainly: "In fact, later on, I felt that Voldemort's curse didn't affect me that much, as if... as if my body was gradually adapting to the damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse..."

Ron and Hermione stared at him suspiciously.

Ron said uneasily: "Harry, you'd better go see Madam Pomfrey. I heard that taking the Cruciatus Curse many times can cause serious side effects--"

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Harry stared, and Ron moved his gaze away and muttered softly: "At least it won't take any trouble to confirm it."

"It may be--uh--the effect of the protective magic in Harry's blood," Hermione said carefully, "Let's not guess. To be honest, Headmaster Dumbledore is not here, and I'm a little nervous." She glanced at Felix carefully, her hand covering her pocket, where the ring he gave her was.

The professor's previous excuse was that the ring contained some contraband, and in order to guard against the inspection of the Ministry of Magic, it was temporarily given to her for safekeeping. She didn't think much about it, but now that she was out of danger, she began to wonder, if it was just a general cooperation with the investigation, would it be necessary to do this?

Harry nodded and walked towards the door. When he was about to lift the curtain of the tent, Hermione stopped him.

"Wait, Harry--"

Harry turned around and saw Hermione looking at him seriously.

"You know how to say it, right?"

"Know - what -" Harry didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

"Time-turner." Hermione reminded him.

Harry suddenly realized that, yes, Hermione went back to the past and modified history... No, according to the information he had read recently, there are only two results of using a time-turner:

either failure - the user suffers backlash and will threaten the "time" from the past to the present;

or success - everything the user does during time travel will become part of history, a kind of complement to history. It's like "fate", but Hermione explained to him that the so-called fate is actually because the user succeeded. Once failed, it will cause extremely serious consequences like Eloise Mintab.

So how should he say it? Harry thought about it seriously and soon had a solution. In fact, it's very simple, just omit the process of Hermione using the converter. As for how the professor managed to "come back to life", he didn't know. Maybe it was a special magic, he shouldn't know it, right?

Harry suddenly remembered a detail. Crouch Jr. obviously recognized the time-turner and wanted to expose the secret... So the professor chose to kill him immediately? Harry was somewhat repulsive to killing, but he immediately blamed himself for being weak. This was a war, he warned himself, not to mention that Crouch Jr. had done so many bad things. The deeds of the Death Eaters and Aurors that Professor Moody had the students read aloud in class were vivid in his mind...

He had never realized that the war was so close to him before. Harry suddenly became sentimental. You know, it would take another month for him to celebrate his fifteenth birthday.

The night sky was dotted with stars. On his left was the dark and majestic maze castle, standing silently in the darkness. On his right was the high arc-shaped stands. He squinted his eyes and saw people walking everywhere on the ground.

He saw two burly big men, who were several times larger than the others, as if they had been cast with an expansion spell. They must be Hagrid and Madame Maxime. Not far from them, Harry saw a tall and thin silhouette, with a translucent silver beard floating casually in the cool breeze of the night... It was Dumbledore. Harry's heart quickly calmed down, and he dragged his tired feet and moved over step by step.

"We have searched the surrounding forbidden forests, but found no clues!" Hagrid waved his arms in annoyance, "I asked the centaurs to help find them, but there is still no news..."

"You also heard it, Cornelius, the specific situation is still unknown... I'm afraid we can only wait with peace of mind." Dumbledore said calmly. "

How can you make me feel at ease, Dumbledore?" Fudge shouted, "Three warriors who just won the championship of the championship disappeared collectively, and their lives and deaths are still unknown... What will those reporters write tomorrow?"

"Cornelius, it doesn't matter what the reporters write. What's important is the meaning behind this matter-"

"What meaning?" Fudge asked immediately.

"Isn't it obvious enough!" An angry voice roared close to Fudge's ear. Fudge was startled. He turned around. Mad-Eye Moody stood beside him without knowing when. His heavy body leaned on his cane, and his magic eye stared straight at him.

"Sorry, I can't see it." Fudge said coldly, and glanced at the Aurors behind him with dissatisfaction. They obviously failed in their duties.

"Think about why I was used as a puppet? Who put the names of Harry Potter and his two friends into the Goblet of Fire?" Moody said gruffly, and his cane "tap-tap" hit the ground, making a loud bang.

"You mean Barty Crouch Jr." Fudge frowned, "But he has escaped. During this period, one-third of the Aurors have been tracking him everywhere, except tonight..."

"So you think it's over? Crouch Jr. and the forces behind him tried so hard to take Harry out of the school, but they gave up so easily? Doesn't what happened today alert you?"

Moody spat fiercely on the ground, and Fudge blushed.

"Alastor has a point, Cornelius. You can't turn a blind eye to the approaching danger. I can almost conclude that we are in the midst of a huge conspiracy." Dumbledore said softly.

"Conspiracy?" Fudge repeated the word. Harry was standing behind the crowd. The moon was not very bright tonight, and Fudge's face was shrouded in a large shadow, making him look far less amiable than when Harry saw him in the Leaky Cauldron during the summer vacation of his second year - even though they were discussing Harry's illegal inflating of his aunt at that time.

"I know what you are going to say. It's the same old thing again... I told you at the dinner that I have sent out an elite team. Everything depends on their investigation results." Fudge said impatiently, "If you must talk about a conspiracy, I would like to ask, where is Felix Hepp? You have been evasive, Dumbledore..."

"I think," Dumbledore said calmly, "Felix may have a special sense of the whereabouts of Potter, Weasley and Granger. He is very good at making all kinds of gadgets, which often play a huge role at critical moments... For example, the amulet he gave me at Christmas helped me a lot."

"I don't have time to listen to your rambling-"

"I'm just giving an example," Dumbledore said gently, "On the contrary, I'm equally curious-there seems to be one less guard walking out of the maze castle? Where did he go?"

Fudge turned his head to look at the two Aurors behind him. One of them nodded at him and said softly, "Yaxley is missing."

"That doesn't mean anything," Fudge said immediately, "Maybe he has discovered something unusual... add him to the search list." He said to the Auror. The Auror nodded and turned away.

"The Yaxley you are looking for is a Death Eater!" Harry couldn't bear it any longer, and he shouted loudly from behind.

The people in front were startled. The one closest to Harry, one of the warriors of Beauxbatons, Jacqueline, jumped up in fear. She followed Madam Maxime to watch the excitement. At this moment, her eyes were wide open, looking at the dark and dusty Harry, and she stepped back again and again.

The crowd of onlookers was in turmoil. "Harry is back!" A voice shouted, "He's back alive!" The news spread at an astonishing speed. People kept approaching, and footsteps came towards him from all directions.

People raised their wands to see more clearly. The dense light spots made Harry dizzy, and there were gasps and screams one after another. He heard Mrs. Weasley's unique voice and Hagrid's excited roar from many voices.

Then, a pair of strong arms grabbed him, and Harry tried to open his eyes wide. It was Dumbledore

. "You all came back?" he asked quickly.

"Yes." Harry said, and saw Sirius and Lupin trying to squeeze in from the corner of his eye.

"So, Felix succeeded?" He continued to confirm in a low voice.

"It was-what?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in astonishment. He blinked mischievously and silently mouthed: Time Turner.

Harry was so shocked that he couldn't speak. But Dumbledore seemed to read the answer from his expression. His voice regained its calmness and composure, and he asked in a normal volume: "Did you see Voldemort?" The people around were startled by this question. They all stopped squeezing forward at the same time and stared at Dumbledore and Harry.

Harry found that Fudge's eyes were as big as a cow.

"Yes! Headmaster Dumbledore, we have seen Voldemort, and he was resurrected months ago! It was he who planned tonight's conspiracy, and--" Harry suddenly remembered something, "Yaxley! He changed the destination of the Portkey trophy!" The

people who rushed over became restless again, affecting a wider range, and hundreds of people around took a breath at the same time.

"Are you sure?" Fudge rushed over like a bull, grabbing Harry's collar tightly, spitting, "Are you sure? Where's Happ? Where's Felix Happ? What did he do?"

"He saved us!" Harry said loudly angrily.

"Is everyone alive too?" Fudge asked with a heavy breath through his nostrils.

Harry suddenly didn't want to answer Fudge's question, but he saw the Weasleys and the Grangers in the crowd, their eyes flashing with fear and hope. So he said loudly, "Yes! Ron and Hermione are alive, they are all fine! Except for that Death Eater, I don't know if he died in the aftermath of the battle."

Mrs. Granger screamed and then fainted. Mrs. Weasley was slightly better, just sobbing loudly, and their relatives were beside them to comfort them softly.

"Please ask Madam Pomfrey to come over," Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He grabbed Harry's shoulders, and Fudge's hand loosened as if he had been electrocuted. "There are some people here who need treatment. Minerva, help me take care of Mr. and Mrs. Granger."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

At this time, Hagrid squeezed in, and Sirius and Lupin followed behind him, and came to Harry through the huge gap that Hagrid walked through.

"Are you injured? Harry, are you injured?" Sirius wanted to see something from Harry, but Harry was dirty all over, as if he had rolled in the mud for half an hour. He couldn't see anything.

"Nothing," Harry whispered, "Just a few Cruciatus Curses..."

"Hiss! That's the Cruciatus Curse!" Sirius shouted, "Why didn't you say that earlier!" He glared at Harry and got angry, but Harry felt warm in his heart, and then Sirius tried to pick him up.

"Let me do it." Hagrid said gruffly, and he held Harry in his arms like a baby.

"No, wait," Harry struggled desperately in Hagrid's arms, "Principal Dumbledore, Professor Happ, Ron and Hermione are still in the temporary tent, Professor Happ... he, um... he is treating his injuries and doesn't want to be disturbed by others..."

"I understand." Dumbledore said, "I will set up another temporary tent next to it."

Hagrid, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore and others walked towards the temporary tent, and the crowd followed silently. They all wanted to get a definite result... Fudge stayed where he was, with an indecisive expression.

At this time, the Auror who had just left came back and whispered to Fudge. Fudge's eyes widened in surprise, and his mouth opened and closed several times.

"Wait, Dumbledore!" he shouted.

"Fudge," Dumbledore showed impatience for the first time tonight, "you have also seen their condition - they need treatment, not interrogation by the Ministry of Magic. If you want to get the truth of the matter, you might as well stay tonight, and we will listen together tomorrow morning -"

"No, Dumbledore, you'd better listen to this," Fudge's expression looked confused and relaxed. He pointed at the Auror, "Tell me the news you got again."

The Auror was stared at by everyone and stammered, "Just got the news that Yaxley has been found, he, he is dead - but before he died, he told us... He said that everything was a conspiracy of Felix Hep, and he was the culprit!"