Time passed by little by little.

Harry and the other two looked anxious. Harry stared at the flames burning in the fireplace, hoping that it would suddenly change color, and a wizard would come out from it to tell them what happened. Or a patronus would come to deliver a message... but nothing happened.

The firewood crackled, and the atmosphere in the office became dull and depressing. Harry thought it was because the temperature was too high. It was the end of July and August was coming soon. Not many people would choose to light the fireplace at this time.

He needed a constant temperature locket... Harry thought about it irrelevantly, but in the blink of an eye, he was weighed down by heavier worries. He couldn't control the thoughts that popped up in his mind... He handed over his hair with his own hands and agreed to this plan. If Sirius died because of this, it was entirely his fault.

At this moment, the flames in the fireplace suddenly jumped up, a full person's height, and the color turned emerald green. A figure appeared spinning.

It was Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Harry's heart began to pound. He heard a suppressed scream beside him, but he had no idea which one of Ron and Hermione made it. The flame had returned to its orange-red color, which meant that there was no one behind. Harry's heart tightened.

Where's Sirius? Where's Ms. Bones? He shouted in his mind.

"How's it going?" Felix jumped up from the sofa and clenched the coin he had been playing with in his fist.

"It went quite well," Kingsley said, his face was sweaty, his clothes were messy, and there was a lot of gray-brown dirt on him, as if he had just been through a battle. "Two Death Eaters were caught, McNeill and Rookwood who escaped from prison, August Rookwood."

"Where's Voldemort, he didn't show up?" Felix asked with a frown.

Harry, Ron and Hermione held their breath and looked at Kingsley eagerly. Kingsley shook his head, looking confused and puzzled, "We didn't meet anyone. In fact, there were only these two Death Eaters. The rest were a motley group of Dementors, a few werewolves and vampires, and dark wizards who came from nowhere... Bones thinks they were under the Imperius Curse."

"So Voldemort was just testing? He was hiding in the dark and observing?" Felix said to himself, not satisfied with the result.

"That should be the case." Kingsley panted, "There were quite a few cannon fodders. They rushed up in a swarm and scared us. I was wondering when the Death Eaters became so brave... The casualties all occurred at that time."

"Casualties?" Hermione said with a breath.

"Oh, no one died," Kingsley explained, "a few were injured, but they were not in danger of life. I'll continue. The two Death Eaters were standing at the back. They seemed to be just trying to complete the test, so they stayed far away and fired spells. Sirius and Bones worked together to knock down one, and the other... I guess Dumbledore secretly shot him."

Felix almost understood the whole process.

"What about Sirius? Where is he now?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"He's with Bones. I came back alone to report the news and bring some people to bring back the captives. Uh, of course, there are healers." Kingsley said, turning to look at Felix, "Mr. Happ, this operation barely met expectations. You can leave with the child next. Mrs. Weasley has been arranged in Arthur's office."

Felix nodded silently. Then Kingsley hurried out of the office.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Felix said.

"Is it over?" Harry asked, still feeling a little unbelievable.

"No way, Voldemort won't take the bait," Felix shrugged, "This is war, you can't expect your opponent to make a fatal mistake at the beginning and then solve it once and for all, although..." He frowned. From the news sent back by Lucius, Voldemort has been a little too low-key recently and has not appeared many times.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he wants to gather his followers first. The group

of Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban were all sent out by him.

"We will go and meet Mrs. Weasley first, and then you will return to the Order of the Phoenix." Felix said, they walked out of the Minister of Magic's office and took the elevator to the second floor where the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is located. The Office of the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts is on this floor. The four people walked out of the elevator and came to a corridor with doors on both sides.

"We need to go through two doors, then turn left, then right, and finally walk to the end of the corridor." Ron said to Harry, who was a little disappointed. "I've been here several times. The Aurors' cubicles are very unique..."

After entering the first oak door, they came to an open area, where the Aurors work together. There were not many people at the moment. The few people who stayed behind gathered together, with expressions of excitement and worry on their faces.

"The action was very sudden... There is not much news..."

"I hope there will be good results."

"Didn't Kingsley say that he won a great victory?"

"Chesterton, congratulations on your promotion. You should be the youngest director of the Dangerous Animal Disposal Committee?"

"I also got a little help from my family." A young man said in a reserved tone, revealing the family emblem on his chest without leaving a trace.

...

"Chesterton Avery!?" Hermione suddenly turned around and said in a sharp voice, her eyes fixed on the boastful young man.

Chesterton was standing in a small cubicle, looking in her direction. The smile on his face quickly faded, and he said arrogantly: "It's me, and you again..." His eyes moved between Harry and the other two, and then he saw Felix behind them, and said in a weak voice: "So the award ceremony is over?"

However, Hermione didn't appreciate it. She stared at him and whispered: "You evil..."

"Hermione." Felix interrupted her.

Chesterton looked furious, and still confused. He wanted to say a few harsh words, but he was afraid of Felix standing on the side. His eyes switched back and forth between shrinking and vicious. Finally, he snorted heavily and turned away without looking back.

Hermione looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"How could someone like him get promoted?" They had already passed through the second oak door and walked in the empty corridor. Hermione was still indignant. Harry and Ron were surprised by her fierce attitude.

They had never heard that Hermione had any intersection with this person.

"I remember now!" Harry said suddenly, "Avery, remember? In the cemetery, he was the first Death Eater that Voldemort tortured. After Voldemort lost power, he pretended to be under the Imperius Curse and escaped punishment..." Ron also recalled

. "That's true, but the voice is different. Avery is obviously older."

"Doesn't this prove that their family is all bad?" Hermione said sarcastically. "Professor, why doesn't the Ministry of Magic arrest all the Death Eaters whose names they know?"

"Calm down, Miss Granger," said Felix. "The Ministry of Magic represents order. They can't arrest people without reason... but there must be private tracking." A temporary escape is nothing. Lucius can always prove that a large number of people will be sent to Azkaban.

But no one knows what Voldemort, who has no one to rely on and has lost hope of ruling, will do.

The key to this war has always been Voldemort.

"Ms. Bones should really investigate those pure-blood scums..." Hermione muttered in a low voice. Ron glanced over and she hurriedly said, "Oh, of course your family doesn't count. You are..."

"A pure-blood traitor." Ron nodded and said amusingly.

They found Mrs. Weasley in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department on the second floor. She was in a relatively stable mood and was accompanied by Percy. When she saw Harry and the others come in, she rushed over to hug and kiss them.

"Fortunately, you are all okay."

"Mom," Ron struggled hard. "We never went out!"

"Well, even so..." She said with a smile, "Your father went to help. I heard that no one was in trouble and a group of bad guys were caught. The operation was neat and successful... Ms. Burns took the lead and we got a good minister."

Mrs. Weasley was obviously very satisfied with the result. Harry looked at Professor Happ who smiled and said nothing, and wisely did not tell her that Voldemort, the biggest source of danger in the whole operation, did not appear.

"Let's wait for Arthur for a while, let me see him," Mrs. Weasley said embarrassedly, "Then we will go back and prepare for your birthday party." She said to Harry. "And you, Percy, you must come tonight." "

Mom, I'm busy." Percy muttered, "There are more than a dozen reports to write"

"Take Penelope with you. If you forget, you have to be careful." Mrs. Weasley finished her words, leaving Percy helpless.

They took the elevator to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic and looked at the gilded fireplace on one side of the wall from a distance.

Ten minutes later

, Felix stared at the fireplace area. The fireplaces all rose up, and figures returned triumphantly from them. The magnificent hall suddenly became lively and applause was thunderous.

Aurors appeared with more than 20 black-robed wizards. These black-robed wizards all wore hoods and looked like Death Eaters. However, the masks on their faces were taken away, and the robes were dirty. They were pushed forward staggeringly.

In Felix's eyes, most of these attackers were quite miserable. Several pale-faced vampires with thick dark circles under their eyes looked listless, as if they had not slept for several days. They looked very different in the team.

And there was an outlier among the vampires. He looked in good spirits, looking around constantly, without any fear. When his eyes fell in the direction of Felix, he grinned and laughed happily.

Harry also stared at the crowd, knowing that some of these people might be controlled by Death Eaters with spells, but he had no idea how to check them. If Avery had managed to escape punishment by lying about being under the Imperius Curse, what about now?

Harry's scar suddenly hurt for no apparent reason.

Harry opened his eyes wide, his brain like a boiling crucible, with a spoon stirring constantly inside. The brain block technique could only barely prevent him from fainting. Harry felt dizzy, and his perspective changed rapidly, appearing in another person's body. Through that pair of eyes, he looked across, where his enemy, the

surviving Harry Potter, the pure-blood shame Ron Weasley, the mudblood Hermione Granger, and the threat that amazed him, Felix Heppe.

"No," Harry shouted loudly, and he didn't know through whose mouth he shouted this sentence.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"Harry?"

Harry panted, bent down and pointed in a direction: "V-Voldemort... He's here!" He found that his consciousness had returned to his body, and Sirius and Ms. Bones ran over quickly, and stopped in place in astonishment when they heard this sentence.

Felix narrowed his eyes and stared at the direction Harry pointed. There was no Voldemort there, only the bound attacker.

"He's really here!" Harry was anxious. Voldemort stood there calmly, looking at him, his eyes were extremely red. "Don't let him hurt people!"

But others seemed to be completely unable to see Voldemort.

"He's right there! Voldemort!" Harry was terrified. Why didn't everyone look at Voldemort, but at him instead?

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"Is it an illusion?"

"He's right there," Harry was still trying to explain, his eyes fixed on the front. "He's dressed in black! Black suit and black tie, tilting his head, moving his fingers, he pulled out his wand. You, you..." The people around him took a step back and looked at him cautiously.

"Put down your wand, Harry." Hermione said tremblingly.

What was she talking about? Harry was puzzled. He suddenly stared at his hand. The wand appeared there without knowing when. His hand seemed to be out of control, and a force was constantly competing with him.

"Use your brain block, Harry."

Felix said in a deep voice, staring at the vampire with strange behavior, his eyes twinkling, the magic of the mind hut was released instantly, in a void of space, he only had time to take a quick glance: a thin man was lying on the ground, groaning in pain; another Voldemort showed a contemptuous sneer and raised his wand.

"Avada"

Felix cut off the magic instantly.

In reality, the pale vampire fell to the ground, without a breath of life.

"He's dead!" The Auror who escorted him said in horror.

At the same time, Harry felt dizzy and woke up again to find himself lying on a sofa. He heard vague voices.

Harry tried to prick up his ears, but his head touched someone's hand.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered.

"Hush." ​​Harry shook his head gently, he opened his eyes, judging from the decoration style, this should be the office of the Minister of Magic, but it was not in the same room.

"Dumbledore, I need to know the reason, that child..." This was Ms. Bones' voice, but it seemed that there was something between him and he couldn't hear it clearly.

"He has a name!" Sirius yelled in annoyance.

"Well Harry said he saw You-Know-Who and could accurately describe His actions. We all know that this is not true and it may be an illusion, but, but..." Ms. Bones lowered her voice.

Harry tried his best but could only hear a little bit. Hermione calmly handed him a retractable ear. He looked at her gratefully, then put one end into his ear, and the sound became clear immediately.

"His movements, he is imitating the movements of the mysterious man he mentioned."

Harry's heart seemed to fall into the bottom of an icy lake.

"Are you saying that the mysterious man is controlling Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"It's not ruled out," Bones said dryly, and Sirius made a sound like a dog barking. "It could also be a curse or something. Everyone knows that Voldemort is very good at this. I need to know your opinion so that I can make appropriate arrangements."

After a moment of silence

, "The scar, Voldemort's unsuccessful spell linked him and Harry together. When they are close, they will affect each other. And Harry, he is only a fifteen-year-old child, obviously at a disadvantage,"

Dumbledore said softly.

"But I can assure you, Amelia. Harry is absolutely safe in the Order of the Phoenix and Hogwarts, both for others and for himself. And one thing that must be pointed out is that Harry is quite talented in brain block, and it may also be that Felix's tutoring is very effective..."

"Thank you for the compliment, Principal Dumbledore." Felix's voice said.

"Okay, I believe in your judgment." Ms. Bones was convinced, "Then Harry, does he need to be sent to St. Mungo's?"

"I think Mrs. Weasley will take good care of him." Dumbledore said briefly.

The footsteps became clear, and Harry immediately buried his head in the sofa and pretended to sleep. His mind was in a mess, and Hermione took the opportunity to pull the retractable ear off his ear. The next second, Dumbledore, Bones, Sirius and Felix walked in.

She put her hands behind her back unnaturally.

"Let Mrs. Weasley come in, she must be waiting anxiously..." Dumbledore said gently.

"I'll tell Mom." Ron stood up and said.

"Also, we must hurry up with the anti-thief waterfall. Mr. Hep, can I go with you to the Future World Company to have a look?" Ms. Bones was still discussing work.

"No problem." Felix nodded.

Harry fell into a deep sleep again.

...

When Felix and Ms. Bones came out of the Future World Company, it was completely dark. Most of the shops were closed. Only the magic lights at the door were still emitting soft light, illuminating the rows of wanted posters very clearly.

"I will go back to the Ministry of Magic from the public fireplace, don't worry." Ms. Bones said.

Felix nodded, watched her disappear in the fireplace, turned and walked towards the Sword Castle. He wanted to study the information about the anti-thief waterfall, or at least to clarify the difficulties one by one.

At this time, a young figure rushed out from the darkness. It was a little boy, probably only seven or eight years old.

The residents around? Felix did not feel threatened by him, but... he stared at the letter in the boy's hand.

"One, a bald uncle asked me to give it to you," the little boy timidly held up the letter in his hand and said in a crying voice, "He asked me to wait here. I want to go home... but I can't get out."

Felix's eyes were stern, and he quickly looked at it with a magical perspective. There was only a faint magic lingering on the envelope. He took the letter and patted the little boy's head, "I got it, you should go home soon."

Felix didn't open the letter until the little boy disappeared. There was only an address of Apparition and a provocative evil magic.

"Are you going to duel with me? I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I didn't use a lot of magic last time."

Felix stared at the letter and muttered to himself. He seemed to have received the same treatment as Dumbledore, and was privately challenged by Voldemort. It seems that his way of turning into a rune and getting rid of the killing curse has left a very deep impression on Voldemort.

He Apparated directly and disappeared in Diagon Alley.

The cool breeze was a good time to experiment with magic.