"Click--"

Several young wizards holding their wands stared at a pot-bellied man holding a large camera that was emitting a little smoke. The sound just now was made by this thing.

"Bozo, take a few more pictures." Rita Skeeter, who was next to the photographer, ordered. She was trembling with excitement. This was big news, comparable to the Ilvermorny student protest in France, or even worse--the President of the Magical Congress of the United States did not step down at that time, but in Rita Skeeter's opinion, Fudge's resignation was almost certain.

She raised her head and unexpectedly found that she had become the focus of attention.

"The people need the truth, um--I will report it truthfully." She said with a hypocritical smile.

Rita Skeeter was wearing a dark red robe today, with some sequins on the hem of the robe. It was not conspicuous at night--at least it was much more low-key than her previous appearances, which was why many young wizards did not notice her.

Harry noticed that her nails changed from bright red to emerald green.

"A nasty fellow--" Ron whispered, and then he added, "Actually, it's not that bad. Apart from being really annoying at the beginning, she's pretty decent. She even helped us a few times. It's really strange..."

Collins snorted beside him.

"Why?" Ron asked in a puzzled voice.

"Haven't you seen her reports recently?" Cedric stammered, "After being silent for a few months, she began to publish a lot of articles, making up rumors about the warriors and making up her private life..." Qiu had quarreled with him several times for this, but it was a happy trouble.

The short photographer named Bozo was taciturn but had a bad temper. "Let's go, this is a photo that can win a news award--" he said gruffly, pushing a little wizard aside, choosing the right angle, and with a few "clicks" and purple smoke, Fudge's big face remained on the film.

At this time, Felix came out of the temporary tent, cleared his throat, and looked around.

"Professor, you're awake!"

"Professor Hep—"

"Great!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione said in surprise. Everyone turned their eyes away from Rita Skeeter's weird curly hair and the purple mist that kept coming out of the black camera, and looked at Felix.

"Thank you, thank you," Felix said, "You really helped a lot. If my...treatment...was interrupted, it would really have a big impact." Harry and the other two understood the unfinished meaning of his words in an instant.

The other students read the truth of what Hermione had said before from these words. They waved their wands happily, and Fred said loudly: "This is what we should do, professor. You have helped us escape so many detentions."

The originally serious atmosphere was broken by Fred's jokes. Surprisingly, many students actually nodded in agreement.

"Professor Hep taught me the technique of extracting fishbone spells--"

"He knows everything about the creatures in the Black Lake!"

"It is said that the house-elves in the kitchen have a set of mysterious recipes, which were contributed by Professor Hep--"

"No wonder I often hear about the professor and Valen having supper..."

"Professor Hep caught me trespassing in the Forbidden Forest. Not only did he not put me in detention, he also invited me to visit the Forbidden Forest... We encountered the terrifying eight-eyed giant spider, and I had nightmares for two days! Afterwards, I thought it might be arranged by the professor..."

"What a cunning professor!"

The students talked about it. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly into a line, and her stern eyes turned between the students and Felix.

"Forget it, Minerva, you see how popular he is." Professor Flitwick said with a smile.

"In layman's terms, he was the leader in breaking the rules, but I didn't see it..." Professor McGonagall said in difficulty, "We can only let it go and not repeat it next time."

When the voices subsided, Felix set his eyes on Fudge and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. They stood there motionless like pumpkin lanterns that add to the festive atmosphere of the Christmas hall.

"Please allow me to make a few arguments--" he said, "If the Minister still thinks I should be responsible for what happened tonight, I am willing to cooperate."

"Professor!" Harry looked at him anxiously.

"It's okay," Felix shook his head at him, looked at the three dirty faces close at hand and hesitated for a moment, and said to Hermione: "Miss Granger, can you do me a favor?"

Hermione nodded repeatedly.

Felix looked into her eyes, and the magic of the thinking room flashed and retracted. Then he pulled out his wand and placed it in front of her-Hermione reached out and grabbed it-and then, wisps of mist began to flow out of the tip of the wand. They were wrapped in something like a soap bubble, and the mist made the soap bubble bigger and bigger.

"Imagine the most impressive memory of tonight." Felix said, of course, this was for others to hear, and he and Hermione had communicated the specific things in the thinking room.

When the bubble was as big as a person's head, Felix disconnected it from the wand. The bubble sparkled in the black night sky and slowly floated into the air.

"I think I saw some figures." A little wizard staring at the bubble said.

"I saw it too."

When the bubble flew to a height of thirty feet, hundreds of people around could see it clearly. At this time, Felix waved his wand, and the bubble exploded with a "poof". The mist inside fell like snowflakes, forming a dynamic picture. The people

present saw Harry, and Ron, who flashed by and was tied to a black tombstone - this was obviously the perspective of an onlooker. Combined with the professor's behavior, it should be what Hermione saw.

Harry in the picture was covered in dust, with his back to them, and he shouted excitedly: "You dare not use the killing curse on me, right! You are afraid of the magical protection that my mother gave me with her life, and you are worried that the curse will rebound on you again, so you will be finished! You will become a complete joke!"

Everyone stared at him, and then they saw the person opposite Harry, "hiss-" Many students and Aurors gasped.

They saw a nightmare face, paler than a skeleton, with bloodshot eyes and only two thin slits where the nose should be, like a snake. He was wearing a thin black robe, which fluttered in the night wind, revealing a skeleton figure...

"Your mystery man!" Someone shouted in panic, "He's really back!"

The adults - including the professors, Aurors, and people from other schools present - showed cautious expressions. Some of them may have only heard of the horror of Voldemort, and some have never even heard of him, but the oppressive feeling of this person in the picture was accurately conveyed to their hearts.

Even just knowing that they could "come back from the dead" was enough to prepare them for battle.

In the picture, Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry, as if staring at all of them, and then he showed a terrible smile and chanted the spell: "Crucio!"

The crowd exclaimed again, and some people didn't dare to look. However, Harry actually blocked it, insisting on not falling down, but shouting provocation, everyone couldn't help but sweat for him, Sirius stared at Voldemort's shadow, his teeth creaking.

Voldemort was obviously angered by Harry, he chanted the Cruciatus Curse loudly, and at this time a red light fell from the sky and blocked Harry...

"It's Professor Hep!"

"He's in the air, it's incredible-"

"You're surprised, didn't you see the silver wings he showed in the second project?"

"I just didn't expect that thing to really fly!"

The picture ended here. Felix did not plan to show the complete process for the time being, in order to prevent the world from seeing Voldemort's power and losing confidence; and he did not want the process of his resurrection to be spread repeatedly...

He glanced at Rita Skeeter in the corner, who was extending her fat fingers to signal the photographer to take pictures quickly.

He only needed to pick out a scene that could show Voldemort's cruelty.

"That's all for now," Felix said in a suppressed silence, "It's just a corroboration, not absolute evidence, and Granger's condition is a little bad..."

Hermione panted at the right time.

"-I have more evidence, which is more reliable than memory, but maybe I have to wait until the trial to show it?" He looked at Fudge as if asking for advice, and Fudge's face was ashen, as if he had not heard him at all.

"Of course not," Dumbledore said gently, "I will convene a meeting of all Wizengamot members as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. Felix, I hope you can attend and testify."

"This is what I should do."

Felix said cooperatively.

Fudge was still talking to himself, "He's back - really back - how could it be - how could it be -"

"Then Mr. Minister, do you have any questions? Or are you worried that I'll run away before the meeting?" Felix asked.

Fudge's lips moved and trembled, "No... no..." He forced a stiff smile, but someone interrupted him rudely. It was Madam Pomfrey, who had been waiting for a long time.

"So - it's finally over? Thank God!" She walked quickly to Harry and the others, "You need treatment. It's been several hours. Do you really think the Cruciatus Curse is so easy to resist?" She pushed and shoved, pushing Harry, Ron and Hermione like driving ducks.

"Ouch -" Ron screamed in pain, "Be gentle, Madam Pomfrey."

"Wasn't it heroic just now?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him dissatisfiedly, "That's the Unforgivable Curse -"

"But my leg was injured." Ron looked at her aggrievedly.

"...Okay, you are right. I won't argue with patients..." She babbled and took the three to the temporary tent next door for treatment.

Dumbledore also arranged for the professor to take the students back to the castle in due time.

"Although I am grateful for your great integrity and courage tonight, I must remind you that it is very late now. Go back and have a good sleep. There will be no classes in the last week of this school year..."

The students cheered loudly, and then several students yawned. It was as if it was contagious. Soon everyone was yawning and tired.

While no one was paying attention, Fudge quietly slipped away like a fat rat.

"Wait, Mr. Minister, you also left your hat behind--" George picked up a dusty hat from the ground and shouted at him. Fudge turned his head woodenly, and the hat flew towards him under the effect of the spell and hit him on the nose.

The students who saw this scene laughed softly.

The Aurors did not react at all. They dragged their heavy steps away.

"Dawlish," Felix was very satisfied to see Fudge's embarrassment, and stopped the Auror walking behind him, "Please tell Ms. Bones that I will take time to visit her in the next two days."

Dawlish nodded. Fudge

, who also heard this, paused, but he did not look back, but staggered a lot, and fell twice before he disappeared from Felix's sight.

"I used to get along with him quite happily," Dumbledore said softly, looking into the distance, "When he first became a minister, he asked me for advice and help every other day, but later, his confidence increased and he could make decisions on his own. Perhaps because of his disgust with the previous cautious experience, he became obsessed with power and watched everyone who might shake his position with a vigilant eye..."

"Albus," Felix smiled slightly, "I'm already looking forward to the days without Fudge."

...

Late at night.

The room was dimly lit, and the portraits of the headmasters on the wall were snoring.

Dumbledore sat in a chair behind his desk, thinking quietly, and the silverware on the desk made a noisy sound. After a while, he opened the drawer on the left, where a locket and a wand were placed.

Both of these things were related to Voldemort - the former was one of his Horcruxes, and the latter was his yew wand, which Dumbledore seized from old Crouch on Christmas Eve.

But in addition to the locket and wand, there was now a ring in the drawer. The ring was large, like it was made of gold, with rough workmanship, and a heavy black stone with cracks in the middle was embedded on it.

"Resurrection Stone... Not yet." Dumbledore murmured softly, his fingers brushing the black gem on the ring.

He closed the drawer with great patience, panting slightly.

"You are old, Dumbledore." The Sorting Hat on the shelf said.

"Thank you for your reminder." Dumbledore smiled slightly. Then he fell into deep thought again, "Only one left, or two?" After a moment of silence, he waved his wand, summoned the silver phoenix patronus, and said calmly: "Severus, come to my office."