In the carriage, several Aurors were talking about what happened recently.

"You probably think the You-Know-Who has no brains? Think about it again, how did he gather the first batch of Death Eaters? If you think he can only use force to oppress, you are totally wrong." Moody said in a hoarse voice, "Over-emphasizing the Anti-Thief Falls will only make us fall into the enemy's trap. We must remain vigilant."

Hearing this, Dawlish couldn't help but snorted.

"I also participated in the last war. I only saw him and his Death Eaters leaving Dark Marks one after another over the houses where wizards lived, and those Inferi... The impression he left on people was only fear."

"The most profound impression." Moody roared, and he took out the curved wine bottle and took a big gulp.

"I've experienced it all from beginning to end. I was already an experienced Auror before You-Know-Who openly recruited Death Eaters... In the first two years of the war, Voldemort hid his cruel and vicious side very well. He spent most of his time promoting his unorthodox ideas, recruiting people, and maintaining a low-level confrontation with the Ministry of Magic. At that time, he disobeyed the Ministry of Magic's instructions and did his own thing... But the minister at the time was deceived by his disguise, thinking that the dispute could be resolved peacefully. As a result, wizards who openly opposed You-Know-Who kept disappearing, and dark creatures were secretly recruited... Minchem finally recognized the current situation, but by then he was unable to stop the rise of You-Know-Who."

"So he was still a qualified leader in the early stages of the war?" Felix interjected.

"It depends on how you think. He set his sights on those ancient pure-blood families, and obtained funds and believers from them. Yes, I would use the word 'believers'. His actions did confuse a group of people, a group of fools... Those people took out their best to support him, such as the Black family at that time," Moody glanced at Felix with his intact eye, "If it weren't for Mrs. Black's poor health, I suspect she would resolutely join the You-Know-Who team and be completely tied to him."

"When did his personality change? Did he become cruel?" Felix asked softly.

"Probably in the middle and late period," Moody smacked his lips, "It's hard to say specifically, but I feel that in those years, he might have thought that he had a sure win and would soon become the ruler of Britain, so he returned to his nature."

Felix had a different opinion.

Those years might have been the period when he frequently challenged Dumbledore. According to Dumbledore's explanation, he had severely damaged Voldemort more than once, but Voldemort always became alive and kicking again after a short while. Felix therefore speculated that Voldemort might have secretly used Horcruxes.

After all, from the information he had collected, Voldemort was extremely confident in his conquest of death. If he had not personally experienced the experience of resurrection from the dead, it would be difficult for him to be so confident.

At this time, Hogwarts was already driving in the open wilderness, and large areas of different shades of color passed by them.

Felix estimated the time and took out a silver pocket watch from his arms.

With a "click", the front cover popped open.

Several Aurors looked at it at the same time, and after a few seconds of silence, a pink nose poked out, followed by a black, furry head. Valen emerged from the space of the pocket watch and looked around blankly.

"Hey?"

"It's not there yet," Felix said, "but you seem to have slept for almost a day. Let's go. I'll take you out for a walk. Hermione and Harry are in the carriage."

Valen became alert. He sat on him and stretched, then jumped up and jumped to the door of the carriage. He turned around and waved at him eagerly. Felix asked the other people in the seats, "I may buy some food. Do I need to bring some to you?"

The others shook their heads.

"We will go by ourselves if we need it." Moody said.

Felix said nothing more, opened the door and walked out.

"Help me find Harry." He said to Valen.

Valen sniffed east and west, and finally stopped in front of a carriage. Felix saw Harry, Neville, Ginny and Luna sitting together through the window. He smiled and said, "We are all acquaintances. This is more convenient."

Felix opened the carriage and Neville was introducing his birthday present to his friends.

"Mibu Mibao, it was given to me by my grandmother. She waited for me to go back before giving it to me." He pointed to a pot of what looked like a stunted cactus. But it was not covered with thorns, but with boils.

"What can it be used for?" Harry asked, staring at the thing. He could hardly convince himself to like it.

"It has many uses!" Neville said proudly, "It has an amazing self-defense mechanism. I'm going to put it in my daydream spell. I just found a little trick..."

"Daydream spell?" Harry asked, sincerely hoping that Neville would focus on this, but Neville couldn't wait to show them the wonders of his new pet. He took out a feather pen from his pocket and moved it towards the plant.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by his action. Harry felt ominous and leaned back; Luna was the opposite of him. Her bulging eyes peeked out from behind the magazine "The Quibbler".

"Can you wait until I leave before you demonstrate?"

Felix's voice said, and the others looked up. Neville's hand was suspended in the air, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor Happ, why are you here? Uh, did you just say... leave?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Felix flashed in sharply and pulled the curtain of the carriage. He put his index finger on his lips and whispered, "Shh. Can I trust you?"

In this serious atmosphere, Harry, Ginny and Neville all nodded blankly. Luna was a little slow. It was not until then that she greeted him through the magazine, "Hi, Felix."

"Hello to you, Luna, have you solved the riddle in the magazine?" Felix asked.

"Not yet."

After greeting, Felix got down to business.

"You may or may not know that this train has been cast with various protective spells, such as anti-apparition." He looked out of the window and could vaguely see the blurry steam, and in the distance there were mountains and forests.

Felix pulled out his new wand. "For some reason, I have to leave temporarily, and you pretend not to see it, how about that?" Without waiting for them to answer, he waved the wand in his hand lightly, and a small vent above the car window suddenly popped open.

"Professor, is there anything I can do?" Harry asked hurriedly, his hair was messed up by the sudden wind.

"Of course, close the small window after I go out." Felix put away his wand and said.

"But how do you get out? The ventilation window is too small." Harry almost bit his tongue. Professor Happ's body was shrinking rapidly, like a slow motion. Harry could see every detail, but in a flash, the professor disappeared, replaced by a swift with narrow wings, hanging in the air, and rushed out of the carriage in the blink of an eye.

The four people in the seat were stunned. Luna blinked and looked out the window. The swift only stayed in their sight for a few seconds before disappearing.

"Are we dreaming?" Luna said in a light voice.

"Luna, I guess it should be animagus, the professor's animagus." Ginny said.

Harry felt someone pulling his clothes. He looked down and saw that it was a niffler, pointing at the open small window with his finger.

"Valen? Oh, right." Harry stood up and closed the ventilation window. At this time, Valen had sat between Harry and Ginny, and his little hand reached into the silver pocket watch and took out a bag of cream biscuits from it.

"Chi?" It looked at Harry.

"Uh, I didn't hear you clearly?"

Valen was angry, gesturing vigorously with his hands.

"I guess she wants you to help tear open the package." Luna said, "Smart little girl, she can also write."