Felix woke up from bed the next morning, looking energetic and not tired at all. The side effects of the potion seemed to be neutralized by the changes in his body. He stared at the gray ceiling, and heard the unconscious smacking of Valen's lips in the cradle.

Felix grinned, climbed out of bed, and stretched.

"Bang!"

The metal alarm clock on the cabinet exploded. Felix lowered his head and looked at the broken parts, frowned, and waved his hand to restore the alarm clock.

"It will take a while to get used to it." He thought, and said to Valen who was sleepy, "It's okay, you can sleep a little longer." Then he walked out of the bedroom.

Valen waved at him sleepily, turned over on the comfortable and soft velvet, and continued to sleep in a ball. Last night, he stayed up all night again to wait for the return of the big devil.

Outside the office window, you can see the lush forbidden forest and the rolling mountains. The sky is clear and bright, like a blur of blue ink, and the breeze is itchy on the face.

A tawny owl flew towards him, holding a newspaper in its mouth. It folded its wings as it approached the windowsill and landed in front of him.

Felix flipped open the newspaper, and Fudge's big face came into view at the first sight. "It's indeed at the level of a journalism award," Felix muttered, and the owl called to him a few times. "Oh, oh." He handed it five Knuts.

The owl flapped its wings and flew away.

He stayed in the office all day to exercise his new strength, and was surprised to find that his magic power had also increased significantly. He estimated that this situation might continue for a while.

In the afternoon, he took time to go to the school hospital. As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard Mr. Weasley's voice. He pushed the door open and entered.

"... Fudge locked himself in the office and didn't see anyone," Mr. Weasley said, "I guess he seems to want to take advantage of the last bit of time to sit in the Minister of Magic's chair..." Perhaps realizing that he was too harsh, he shrugged and did not continue the topic. "Anyway, Fudge still did the right thing and appointed Ms. Bones to temporarily handle the affairs of the Ministry before his 'vacation.'

" "Thank you, Arthur." Ms. Bones said with a tired look on her face.

There were quite a few people in the room. In addition to Harry, Ron and Hermione lying in the beds, Mr. Weasley who was talking, as well as Sirius, Lupin, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, there was also a strange woman in the ward, Amelia Bones.

"Can I come in?" Felix asked.

"Of course, Mr. Happ." The woman said, "There are many topics that cannot be avoided with you."

Felix looked at her with interest and chose a chair by the wall to sit down.

Ms. Bones said solemnly, "There are no outsiders here, so I will speak frankly. The Ministry is in a panic now. The news brought back by the Aurors has frustrated everyone. As soon as today's newspaper came out, panic spread to the entire wizarding community. We must stabilize the situation as soon as possible... Principal Dumbledore, I need your help." Dumbledore

nodded slightly, "We can't lose our composure before the darkness completely appears."

"That's it." Ms. Bones agreed. She took out a document, put on a monocle, and then lowered her head to examine the contents of the document. "Then, first of all, I must confirm whether the mysterious man is really back." Her two thick eyebrows raised high, "It's not that I don't trust you. I have listened to your statements. In that situation, you can think of using the Ouroboros Ring to ask for help, which is very remarkable... But I must be 100% sure before I can firmly implement the wartime policy."

"It's a very reasonable request." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Amelia, I think what you need most now is a decisive evidence?"

Ms. Bones nodded seriously.

Dumbledore looked at Felix.

"Okay, but I'll tell you in advance that you can't see the whole picture..." Felix said, snapping his fingers and calling softly, "Dobby."

The house-elf Dobby appeared in the room.

"Great Mr. Hap, my God, what did Dobby see?" Dobby blinked, frightened by the familiar faces in the room, "Mr. Lupin, Mr. Harry Potter and his friend Weasley, Ms. Granger, Mr. Black, and Mr. Dumbledore!" He screamed. "

Hello, Dobby." Harry and Hermione greeted quietly.

"Dobby," Ron couldn't help but say, and Dobby immediately looked at him with shining eyes, "Actually, the pronunciation of my name, uh, I'll tell you later." He really didn't have the courage to discuss the difference between "Weasley" and "Weasley" with Dobby in public.

"Okay, Dobby, I'll get their autographs for you later." Felix said, "Now help me get the things you asked me to keep."

"Yes!" Dobby said excitedly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Ms. Bones turned to look at Mr. Weasley, "Shouldn't we be on guard against the little guys' magic? They are not restricted by anti-apparition at all."

"Oh, Ms. Bones, I think," Hermione said shrilly, holding the bed sheet nervously, "you shouldn't doubt Dobby, or the elves in the kitchen, they have been working hard."

"Yes, you are right," Ms. Bones looked down at Hermione for a while and said, "But we all know that the You-Know-Who has won over a large number of pure-blood families, and they are also not short of the services of house elves."

Hermione was silent.

At this time, Felix took out a piece of parchment and a quill from the cabinet next to him and wrote on it. "Excuse me, can you help sign your names?" Dumbledore readily agreed. Judging from the length of his signature, he should have written his full name.

Several people signed their names one after another. When the parchment was passed to Harry, he stared at the handwriting on it: To the brave Dobby, who got the key evidence under Voldemort's nose. There was a row of signatures below.

Harry also signed his name.

After waiting for a few minutes, Dobby appeared in the hospital ward again, carrying a large bag on his back.

"It's all here, Mr. Hep."

The people present looked at Felix curiously as he picked and chose in the bag, took out a strange-looking square object, and began to press the buttons on it. Felix fiddled with it for a while and handed it to Ms. Bones, "You can get close to the glowing place, yes, that's right..."

He actually only did two things. One was to avoid the camera with the picture of Hermione using the time converter, and the other was to adjust the playback progress to after his appearance, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why he watched for so long in advance... and it would also be difficult to expose Lucius's existence.

Ms. Bones did as he said. She first frowned at the poor picture quality in the camera, and then opened her mouth wide. She watched quietly for a few minutes, and then put down the camera with a complicated expression.

"If I guess correctly, this is a Muggle item?" Ms. Bones asked in a low voice.

"Yes, you will find that there is no trace of magic on it, so that it can avoid the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters." Felix took the camera back, "You can find an expert in this field to learn about it. Due to technical problems, the images captured by the camera cannot be modified, so it is very convincing."

"Then I can take it," Ms. Bones asked tentatively.

"Oh, not for the time being." Felix refused without thinking, "Because I trust you, I let you see a lot of things that should not be disclosed. If it were someone else, I would have to take some precautions."

"But you said before that it cannot be modified," Ms. Bones asked doubtfully.

"Madam, it is indeed impossible to modify, but it can be covered." Felix emphasized, "For example, if I cast a permanent existence spell on the handwriting on the wall, you can no longer modify it, but you can paint a new layer of paint on the surface of the wall to cover the handwriting..." "

I understand, I will arrange for someone to verify it." Ms. Bones said calmly without too much entanglement. In fact, her heart was already full of storms, and she was resurrected from the dead... She fully understood why Felix did not want to disclose the complete video.

And this was exactly the illusion that Felix had given her. Using one secret to cover up another secret, let the time converter be buried in history. After all, it has buried countless secrets.

"Then uh," Ms. Bones tried to reorganize her words, "the second thing is to confirm the news of the mysterious man's appearance to the outside world. I think it's better to delay it for a few days."

"Why? What's the difference between what you do and Fudge?" Harry asked loudly.

"Completely different. At least the Ministry knows about it, and I won't deliberately prevent the spread of the news. It's just... formal recognition means the arrival of war. A few days later may give the other side a fluke, which will buy us some time." Ms. Bones said calmly, "The Ministry is urgently publishing a wartime survival manual. I also need time to convince those influential people. As I said before, reach a consensus... In addition," she hesitated, "I hope Cornelius will stand up and announce this matter."

"That coward?" Sirius said dissatisfiedly.

Ms. Bones gave him a stern look, "Watch your words, Sirius, he is still the Minister of Magic now."

"Okay, Amelia Prefect." Sirius said lazily.

Harry looked at his godfather in surprise. He suddenly remembered Sirius's admission that he made her cry when they were in school. Harry's eyes looked strange at this moment.

Ms. Bones glared at him, but explained calmly: "Cornelly... Fudge may not stay in office. I hope that the last impression he leaves on the public is that he bravely stood up and announced the return of the mysterious man, rather than stepping down in disgrace before the war and disappearing from the public eye." "

You still plan to keep him?" Sirius shouted, "Look at the stupid things he did!"

Ms. Bones did not look at him, but lowered her head to examine the documents.

"Putting aside his character flaws, Cornelius is still very capable and is more than qualified to be a consultant."

Sirius muttered in dissatisfaction, which sounded a bit like "woman..."

Several ladies present glared at him at the same time. Sirius shrank his neck, "It's my fault. The impact is too great."

"Speaking of consultants," Ms. Bones' fingers moved across the document, "There is another important thing, Dumbledore, should you restart the Order of the Phoenix?"

The atmosphere in the ward became weird, and everyone looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "You are right, Amelia." He explained patiently, "You should know that after the war begins, Voldemort will frantically place spies in the Ministry of Magic. I must ensure that there is a resistance force independent of the Ministry of Magic."

"I think," Ms. Bones pursed her lips, "we should cooperate."

"What do you think?" Dumbledore looked at her curiously.

"The Ministry of Magic will not interfere with any actions of the Order of the Phoenix, but at least, we should keep in touch with each other, which is beneficial to both sides." Ms. Bones seemed to have prepared in advance, and said very fluently: "And in the short term, before the situation stabilizes, someone must be stationed on the other side as a communicator."

"You mean... two-way stationing? Exchange personnel with each other?" Dumbledore asked.

"That's right," said Ms. Bones, "I can't and won't order you, but at this critical period, being able to establish a relationship with the 'greatest white wizard' is the best way to stabilize people's hearts."

Harry, Ron and Hermione stared with wide eyes. It was hard to imagine that this woman would talk about Dumbledore's reputation so openly.

"Before I came, I had already asked the Aurors in the Ministry, and the applicants were quite enthusiastic," Ms. Bones showed a helpless expression, "If you agree, I will provide a list for you to choose."

"I have no objection." Dumbledore agreed.

"Who are your candidates?" Ms. Bones asked with a long sigh of relief.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and looked up at someone.

Sirius was watching the play leisurely, crossing his legs, and planning how to spend the summer vacation. When Dumbledore set his sights on him, he raised his head alertly.

"Principal Dumbledore, you don't want me to go to the Ministry of Magic, do you?" He jumped up, "You promised to let me be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the new school year! I have been preparing for so long, fighting wits and courage with those naughty students in the Muggle school..." He became more and more aggrieved as he spoke.

"This is only temporary," Dumbledore smiled, "You only need to stay for a month or two, it won't affect your work in the new school year."

"What about the others? Hagrid? Remus? And..."

"They all have their own things to do." Dumbledore said.

"Yes, the principal is right, you are the most idle among them." Felix couldn't help but add a knife, when he thought of the free and easy Sirius entering the Ministry of Magic, he inexplicably felt a sense of humor.

Sirius glared at him fiercely, and looked around, realizing that everyone had an expression of watching a good show, even his godson was looking at him expectantly, Sirius was so angry that his teeth were itching.

"Hey then, Amelia, I also want a consultant title, no less than... um... no less than Felix and Fudge!"

"...Just temporary."

Ms. Bones agreed rather reluctantly.

She also had a lot of opinions about Sirius, and this impression came from the indelible memory of school.

"One last thing," she said, taking a large bag from Mr. Weasley and placing it at Harry's feet, the bag rustling. She said briefly: "The prize money for the tournament was originally supposed to be one thousand Galleons, and I will personally take out five hundred Galleons as compensation."

"That's far from enough," Sirius couldn't help but criticize. "They've suffered so much, and they've shown fearless courage. They've escaped from Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic should give them a medal."

Ms. Bones' chest began to rise and fall violently. She said word by word, "I was just about to say that!"

She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "The Ministry will discuss awarding you the Order of Merlin, second class, to commend your courage in the face of the mysterious man, and your spirit of fighting to the death. And Mr. Happ, we are considering awarding you the Order of Merlin, first class."

Felix smiled and shook his head.

"You deserve it," Ms. Bones said immediately. "In the face of war, we need to set a few examples. If I can live to the end of the war, I will definitely hand out a lot of medals."

Harry was once again shocked by Ms. Bones' "frankness" and "straightforwardness", but he thought this approach was not bad.

"I'll be leaving first," said Ms. Bones. "Arthur, I'll give you a few days off to spend time with the children, but don't stay too long. The Ministry will be very busy next..." She walked to the door of the ward, stopped, and snorted heavily.

Everyone looked at her in confusion.

"Sirius Black! Follow up!" She shouted angrily at Sirius, who was slumped in the chair with a listless expression.

Sirius pointed at himself in disbelief, "Now?" After getting a positive answer, he stood up dejectedly and muttered softly: "Well, Prefect Amelia is powerful enough to give orders..." He kept mumbling until the door of the ward closed behind him. The

people in the ward looked at each other.

"Is it really okay to let Sirius go? I don't doubt his ability, but in terms of character," Professor McGonagall asked seriously, "I'm worried that he will make a mess of things."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Lupin smiled and said, "Sirius learned how to deal with this minister when he was in school. Maybe we have a chance to develop her into a member of the Order of the Phoenix..." Professor McGonagall

didn't seem to believe it.

At this time, Mr. Weasley could not suppress his strong interest. He pointed at the camera in Felix's hand and asked, "It can record images? No magic is needed?" After getting a positive answer, he said with admiration, "It's incredible... It's amazing."

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Finally, he couldn't help asking Felix, "Mr. Hep, can I ask where you bought it? I also want to collect one."

Felix wrote him an address and reminded him, "It's best not to put this thing at home. It will be disturbed by magic. By the way, do you know the address of Muggles?"

"I can call a taxi. I know how to do it!" Mr. Weasley said happily, as if he had been looking forward to this for a long time. "I have a garage at home, and I keep many of my treasures in it... Have you heard of latches? I have several..."

"Have I ever told you that my father is crazy about Muggle things?" Ron whispered, covering his face.

Harry and Hermione nodded slightly.

Harry reminded him, "Mr. Weasley also showed me his garage, have you forgotten? A few weeks before the second year started..." He couldn't help looking at Dobby. It was because of Dobby's kind "dissuasion" that he was misunderstood by the Ministry of Magic for casting a spell outside the school and was given a written warning.

What's worse, the letter was seen by Uncle Vernon.

Originally, after a year of studying at Hogwarts, the Dursleys were cautious and indifferent to Harry. They were mainly worried about being conjured into a pig's tail, but the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic broke this false balance. Harry was locked in the bedroom and even the window was nailed with iron bars.

That period was simply a nightmare. He was worried that he would miss the train to school and be expelled from school; he was also worried that he would starve to death, or Hedwig would starve to death. Therefore, every time he thought of this incident, he was very grateful to Ron and the Weasley twins who came to rescue him.

But that was a long time ago. He is doing well now, "Dobby." He whispered.

The house elf raised his bat ears and looked at Harry with admiration.

"This is your signature. The professor got it for you."